Mistaken Identity · Bound · Part 2 (2/2)
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“No damage? No Damage, fuck that,” Clara screamed, “you drag me into the back of your shitty van, tie me up, gag me, ruin my clothes and now I'm pretty sure sure I'm going to miss my flight back home!”
The two men stared at each other. The younger man gulped.
“Now, miss we are very….” Clara cut the woman off.
“Bitch! You untie me now. Once I'm out of here I'm going to sue you till your head spins. You ass holes will be lucky if you get a job as bin men.”
“Look miss, there's no need to sue, if we can…”
“Bitch, untie me now and call the fucking police.”
“Ooooh, fuck it!” the woman captor said.
“You stupid, idiotic, CUNNNMMMMPPPPHHHHH!!!!”
The woman cut Clara of by shoving the sponge back into her mouth. She pulled her fingers out of her mouth quickly before Clara could react and bite down.
“What are you doing? She'll get us arrested?” the younger man asked.
“No worries,” she answered as she tightly secured the gag with the Lycra strip, “I have an idea.”
She pulled the Lycra cloth painfully tight and tied it off behind Clara's head. The knot dug into the back of Clara's head while the Lycra drew her lips back in a painful, comic grin. The sponge was driven far back into Clara's mouth and she struggled not to retch and choke, her tongue desperately trying to push the sponge back.
“Now that's how you gag someone,” the woman laughed and patted Clara's head patronisingly.
“UUUURRRRRGGGGKKKK…” Clara tried to answer, her words strangled by the gag.
One week later;
Ruth was a bit pissed off but when it was explained to her the van had broken down, well, shit happens. When they offered her the “Deluxe experience” at no extra cost, well that was fair enough. She told them where she would be, what she would be wearing and what time it would happen. Unlike the previous week it went like clockwork.
She walked down the dark, underground car park, a van drove slowly beside her. Without warning she was bundle in. Arms were cuffed, then ankles. Next a sponge was place in her mouth and tied in with a black cloth. She theatrically struggled against her captors, bucking and rolling on the floor.
'This is great,' she thought.
The van drove its route to the warehouse carefully within the speed limit, giving a respectful distance to any vehicles around. Finally it arrived at the warehouse and reversed into the loading bay.
The two men jumped out and lifted their hostage carefully out of the van. Ruth struggled playfully against her chains.
“AAHHT OO OOUU ANT?” she mumbled through her gag.
The men carried her to the set and let Ruth get a good look. A bare mattress on the ground and three, high plywood panels painted to give the illusion of brick. A fake window with a picture of a city scape in the background. These things were not what drew Ruth's attention though.
In the corner of the room stood another lady bound in the most fiendish fashion “You better co-operate or you'll be punished like her,” the woman kidnapper growled at Ruth.
“UH MMM, UH HUH.” Ruth nodded slowly. The sight of the other bound woman turned her on.
'Wow, I wish I had a body like her,' Ruth thought.
Clara stood there blind to her surroundings. A wide panel gag cover the lower part of her face, from nose to chin. A large, padded blindfold covered her upper face so only her nose was visible. Her neck bared a thick leather collar that ran from her chin to shoulders. The collar was attached to the ceiling by a thick chain. A strange wide, leather belt wrapped around her upper arms and tits. It was fastened tightly, crushing her upper arms and tits. Her ample boobs spilled out over the top of the belt. Buckles on the front held it in place. Her arms were bound up with a four inch belt which was attached with another thick strap to the belt that encircled her chest. The tops of her tits glistened with the droll that flowed from the chin of her panel gag.
A black, leather corset squeezed her waist into an impossibly small size enhancing her ass and tits. Her figure forced into a severe 'hourglass' shape.
A pair of thigh high patent leather boots with stiletto heel adorned her legs. Metal Cuffs attached with a short metal chain bit into her ankles. Unseen to Ruth, Clara's ears were stuffed with a pair of ear plugs. The ear plugs were then further sealed with putty. The noise from the outside world was distorted and muffled. Clara had the sensation of being underwater.
The men placed Ruth gently on the naked mattress facing Clara's bound body. Clara may have been blindfolded and her ears plugged but she could dimly hear voices and footsteps. She gingerly turned towards Ruth, her feet unsteady on the heeled boots. A long trail of drool swung form her panel gag as she moved.
“MUUUUHHFFFF UUUHHHHMMMMPPPP MMUUUUUHHHHHF,” Clara garbled.
The sounds from Clara's mouth sounded wet and tormented. Like someone slurping very hot soup. Ruth no longer struggled in her bondage transfixed on the sight of Clara.
'Christ, she's hot,' Ruth thought.
Clara gurgled and slurped into her gag slowly moving her head from right to left trying to engage whoever was in the room. She bent her knees as far as the chain would allow to relieve the aches in her legs. The woman walked over and grabbed Clara by the collar.
“OK, Ruth. We're going to arrange your ransom,” the lady captor said, shaking Clara's collar, “he'd better pay up or you'll end up like her.”
“PPPLLLLAAHHH UUUUTTTTT EEEEEEE OOOHHHH,” Clara drooled.
With the minimum of fuss the woman unleashed Clara from the ceiling and pushed her face first onto the mattress beside Ruth. Clara landed with a 'thud' on the mattress, bounced off and landed roughly on the floor. Ruth could hear a loud grunt as she fell and air whistled from Clara's nose.
'Ouch,' Ruth though, 'she's really good at this.'
“uuuuhhhhhhhhh,” Clara groaned quietly.
The younger man strode forward and quickly tied the chains on her ankle cuff to the buckles in the leather belts that bound her arms.
“This'll teach you to bite,” he whispered into Clara's ear.
With one quick pull Clara was stretched into a savage hogtie, her back arching backwards.
“UUUURRRRRRRRGGGGMMMMPPHHH!” she grunted.
She then made Clara even more uncomfortable by attaching the rope that hogtied her to the leash from the ceiling. The younger man then tied rope to the back of Clara's blindfold and tied that also to the chain on her ankle cuffs. Clara's head was pulled back all the way possible. The poor captive groaned in misery into her gag.
“UUUURRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMPPHHHHHH.”
“Now you girls get to know each other. We'll see you later Ruth.”
Clara lay there in her hogtie not sure what was going on. She had been left there standing, blindfolded and gagged from what seemed hours. Now she was on her belly hogtied. Her hearing was hampered by the earplugs and while she could hear faint noises she wasn't sure what was causing them. Was there somebody in the room with her?
Ruth watched her captors walk out, leaving her alone with her new room mate. She watched while Clara shifted and trembled in her bonds. Drool slowing trickling from her gag onto the floor below. She watched while Clara arched her back and bent her knees trying to relieve the pressure from the hogtie.
“AARRHH OOUUU OOOHHH AAYY???” Ruth called through her sponge gag.
“OOUUU AAHHHRRRRR, UMMpph…..” Clara thought she could hear something. She moved her head as far left and right as her bondage allowed to detect the source of the noise.
“She ain't struggling too much now,” the younger man laughed as he watched the scene on the CCTV monitor. He watched while Ruth rolled on the mattress playfully pulling at her chains. Clara, however, lay in her hogtie, panting in discomfort.
“I think she's going to fit right in.” the woman smiled and picked up her phone, dialling a number, “Hello, yes, we got your wife.”
Jim wasn't sure about all this 'kidnap' fantasy stuff but Ruth had insisted. He had just received the call and all he had to do was 'pay the ransom' and pick his wife up. She had better of enjoyed it. It cost enough money.
He drove into the business estate, found the building and pulled into the carpark. He stepped out of the car, walked up to the door and buzzed the buzzer.
“Yeah, uh hi. I'm Jim. I'm here to pay for Ruth,” Christ he felt dumb doing this.
“Come right in,” a male voice on the buzzer replied, “follow the hall straight down. We'll be there.”
The door's electric lock clicked open and Jim walked in. The hall was dimly lit and at the bottom was a door. A 'Kidnapper's Lair' sign was stuck on the door. Jim shook his head at the silly sign and opened the door.
Two men held Ruth by the arms, their faces covered with black balaclavas. Ruth was unbound but her mouth was still stifled by the sponge and cloth gag. When Ruth saw her husband she squealed dramatically into her gag and struggled against the men.
“Let her go, goons. He's paid the ransom,” the woman called out theatrically.
Once released Ruth ran to Jim throwing her arms around him. She tugged the cloth from her lips and pulled the sponge from her mouth.
“Oh Jim, thank God you came. It was awful,” Ruth hammily said, sinking her head into Jim's chest.
Jim's attention was fixed on something else, however. Behind the two men stood a shapely woman, her feature hidden by a black balaclava. Beside her however was Clara, now again chained to the ceiling. Blind, deaf and dumb to the outside world.
“Fuck!” Jim gasped, he felt his cock grow at the sight.
“You are a lucky man, Mr Rogers. If you hadn't paid the ransom Ruth would have ended like this.”
Ruth and Jim stared in silence as the woman tugged and unbuckled Clara's gag. Finally she got the buckles loose and pulled the panel gag loose. The large, red ball that had been inside Clara's mouth came out with an audible 'POP.' A river of drool followed the ball.
“Fuck!” Jim gasped.
“MWWAAAAAAHHHHHHH! OOOHHH. AHHHHHHH!” Clara panted and wailed as the gag was released.
She tossed her head back and forth, working her jaw up and down. Everyone stared at the sight.
“UHHH, OHH, UHH, puhhhleasssee, please, luht, let me guuhhh, “ Clara's numb mouth and tongue struggled to pronounce the words, “Puhleasseee let me go, please let meMMMPPPHH!”
“Silence you,” the woman cut Clara's pleas off, covering her mouth with her gloved hand.
“Now go. Before I change my mind.” she shouted dramatically at Ruth and Jim.
Ruth and Jim looked at each other and left the room.
“She's such a good actress,” Ruth whispered as they left, “you'd almost think it was real.”
“Yeah, it looked great,” Jim struggled to hide his erection, “did you have fun?”
“Yeah,” Ruth chirped, “it was brilliant. I'd love to do it again!”
“If you want,” Jim opened the door of the car for his wife, “lets talk about it at home.”
The next day:
The woman sat at her desk staring at the spreadsheet on her computer.
“OK, yes that's no problem,” she talked into her phone, “glad you enjoyed it. No you were really good. If you want her in the package it'll cost more I'm afraid.”
She turned around in her chair to face Clara. Clara sat on a very narrow padded leather stool with no back or sides. The seat of the stool was no more than seven inches in length or four inches wide. A single thick metal pole, screwed into the floor supported the seat about three foot from the floor. Her body was naked save for a pair of black stockings. Her wrists, bound tightly over her head with leather belts, were attached to the ceiling with a metal hook. Clara's ankles were bound with small chains attached to the wall, forcing her legs apart. She had to support herself by her tippy toes to remain on the seat.
If she decided to come off the seat she would hang from the ceiling by her arms, her full weight supported by her toes. Experience told her now that this would not be good. It said a lot that this was the most comfortable Clara had been since she had been captive for the past eight days.
“Yes she enjoyed working with you,” the woman smiled at Clara as she spoke into the phone, “don't worry she's a professional, it doesn't hurt her.”
“MMMUUURRRPPHHH. MMMPHH.” a large red ball with wide leather straps stifled Clara's complaints.
She panted and sighed as she swung from the ceiling the 'stool' barely giving her body support.
“Yes, so Thursday, that's in three days?” the woman stood up and walked towards Clara, “I think we can do that. So what time and what shall you be wearing?”
Clara struggled as the woman gently wiped the drool from Clara's chin. She smiled at it and then rubbed it into Clara's nipples. Clara struggles and mumbled into her gag.
“NUUHH, NUH, UMMPH, mmmmpppphhh!” Clara's slurping complaints were further silenced when the woman tightly placed her hand over Clara's mouth.
Clara twisted her head left and right in a vain attempt to escape her grasp.
“So Thursday, two in the afternoon. You'll be wearing a white hat,” the woman smiled evilly at Clara, “oh by the way, just wondered do you want any 'torture' scenarios?”
Clara's eyes widened when the word 'torture' was spoke. She shook her head in the negative while the woman's hand was clamped over her lips.
“nuuhhmmpphh, nnuuuhhhmmpphh, nuuuuuhhhhhmmpp..”
“Not you, Ruth, I mean the other girl,” she smiled at Clara, “it was her idea actually, just some light whipping, nipple clamps, we're not doing anything against her will.”
“nnuuhhhhh, nuhhmmp, nuh,” Clara repeated, shaking and struggling against her captor.
“No she's cool with it. It'll cost extra but it'll be fun. So you want nipple clamps, whipping and I'll give you more options by email later. OK, bye Ruth.”
She hung up and smiled at Clara releasing her hand from her mouth.
“So we got a new gig for you in a few days time Clara. Looks like your going to be a hit.”
Clara groaned in defeat, grunting and moaning in discomfort.
“I think you are going to be very, very busy the next couple of months, Clara.”
Clara raised her shook her head left and right weakly and moaned miserable into her gag.
“NUUUUUUHHHHHHHHMMMMMMM.”
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