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All posts for the day August 23rd, 2012

You might’ve noticed in my last post with pics that Kobe Lee’s pics were absent.  Well, there was a reason…

Got to thinking about it and Kobe’s pics were much more thematic than the rest of my sets, so this gave me an opportunity to let my literary self flex a bit.  My custom client gave me an idea of what he wanted to convey with these pics and I thought, why not ride with it a bit? (Click on the pics to see the Tour Page of TucsonTied.com and sign up!)

Kobe Lee

Kobe Lee – “The Abduction”

“Another night, another meeting”, thought executive Kobe Lee as she returned to her hotel suite.  They were all beginning to bore her; even tho this trip was something of a working vacation, the “working” part of it was getting to her.  She understood that she was the best from the company to represent them, but the who she was representing them to…...

That damn pervert Murrow!  His eyes were all over her the entire night!  He tried his best to hide it, but if it wasn’t her breasts, it was her legs, if it wasn’t her legs, it was her feet, if it wasn’t her feet it was her ass…GOD!  It was all she could do to not remind him that her eyes were up above her breasts and he should look at him there every now and again; would’ve lost the company the lucrative contract, but the satisfaction from doing it would’ve almost balanced it off.  Almost.

There was one odd one, tho; a big brute of a man.  He just seemed out of place…like he didn’t belong there.  Did look good in a suit, tho…in a menacing sort of way.  And while his eyes were certainly on her, he was much more classy about it…darting glances that tried to attract her attention without actually doing so.  He may have been another pervert, but at least he was being cordial about it.

It HAD to have been him that sent her a drink…it just had to.  She even for a bold face minute considered making conversation with him, but when she looked to where he was standing before, he was gone.  Completely vanished…disappeared into the crowd; very mysterious.   Too bad for him.

An hour later found her yawning and stretching in the hotel room.  Making small talk was unbearable, but she needed to maintain a good company presence.   She was just starting to feel comfortable with being IN for the night when something in the shadows moved…

Kobe Lee, startled

“Behave and you won’t be hurt, Kobe Lee…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Well, hello again, sweetheart,” he said with a menacing smile.  “Fancy us meeting here, huh?”  He shook the knife in his hand, trying to bring her attention to it.   “”This knife here keeps things quiet and without any screaming by you, understand?”

“Please don’t hurt me…I’ll be quiet!!!”  Her eyes locked on his…it WAS the brute from the party!  “You…you were downstairs…at the party…”

“Ah, you recognized me…figured you might.  Should’a wore a mask to do this, I suppose, but the damn things itch too much.” His face contorted as he thought about it.  “Won’t matter much where you’re going, darlin’…you won’t be able to finger me.”

“PLEASE…nothing’s happened at this point except breaking and entering…if you just leave now, I SWEAR I won’t tell a soul about this!”

“You’re good at your job, Miss Contract Negotiator,” he said with a small smirk, “But that’s not going to happen.”

He knew about her!  He knew her job and what she was doing at this conference!!  What was going on here??  What was happening?

“Please…I don’t understand; why are you here?  Are you robbing me?  I SWEAR I won’t try to get away, just please don’t hurt me…”

“Rob?” the intruder said with a look of amusement on his face.  “Hadn’t even THOUGHT of robbing you, really…but I suppose an important girl like you has a goodly amount of money on her, not to mention great industrial secrets about your company I can put out there on the black market…”

She didn’t want to ask, but she had to know…  “You’re not going to rape me, are you…?”

“No…this isn’t a part of this at all,”  he said and put the tip of the knife on the tip of her nose, “…but that IS a threat on the table if you don’t behave yourself, do you understand me?”  She nodded. “Good.  That’s someplace we both don’t want this going, Kobe…this is an abduction and nothing more.”

“ABDUCTION?!”

“Yes…you’re being kidnapped.”

So…now it was clear to her.  KIDNAPPED?  WHY?! 

“What?  WHY?!”

“You’ll learn about that soon enough, doll…I have a few calls to make; have to let people know I have you.  And to do that, I’m gonna have to tie you up.  Can’t have you running off, after all.  Put your back to me.”  She did as she was asked to and felt rough lines of rope pinning her wrists together, keeping them behind her.  He then pushed her down roughly on the corner of the bed and quickly bound her ankles together, crossing them as he did so.  Some rope was added above her knees…she winced each time he cinched the ropes tight, ensuring she wouldn’t be able to run away from him.  He added one final rope beneath her breasts, pinning her arms to her body, then stood back to admire his work…

“Nice and tight…just how the client likes it.”  CLIENT?! That didn’t sound like an abduction for MONEY…what was happening here???  “One final touch, honey…” he said and produced a long strand of white cloth with a knot tied in the center.

“No…please don’t gag me…I’ll be quiet; I promise!!!” she pleaded, but it was to no avail…

Kobe Lee’s wrists being tied by her abductor…

“No…please don’t gag me; I’ll be quiet, I promise!!” Kobe Lee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kobe Lee in full bondage…

After roughly gagging her, he unceremoniously pulled down the front of her dress to reveal her breasts (so much for him being polite about his glances before…), then roughly shoved her lengthwise on the bed to deal with her predicament.  She thrashed about this way and that trying to find some comfort from the tightness of the ropes but found them unforgiving.  She cried thru her gag for mercy…but that only seemed to cause a satisfied smile to cross his lips.  She pleaded with her eyes for release, but found him unyielding…

Instead, he sat on the bed next to her, and after a slap on her ass of satisfaction of a job well done, he got out his cell phone and dialed it.  “Yeah, she’s mine, now,” he said to the person Kobe presumed was the man who orchestrated her kidnapping.  “She’s getting used to the idea of being tied and gagged…who knows, she might actually LIKE it…”

“Fccck yuuuu…” she mouthed thru the gag as best she could.

“Then again, maybe not.”   He laughed at that and slapped her on the ass again.  “Yeah, I have the box of stuff you gave me; haven’t looked at it as yet,” he said, talking to his unknown boss once again.  He put the phone down, opened a small box and smiled at the contents within, then picked up the phone and looked at her menacingly.  “Kobe says, ‘Awwwww, you SHOULDN’T have!’ at all this NICE stuff you gave us to play with!!”  Terror struck her as what he said sunk in…  “Relax, I’ll use every piece of it.  She’ll be delivered to you as you asked her to be…..”

How WAS she to be delivered?  The story will be continued when I do more edits of Kobe Lee’s FetCon material with me…..

Tolstoy