Kidnapper and “victim”, Ashley Moore, begin to hatch a plot…
“I’m not saying another word until my arms are bound at least,” she said with a pout. At that, she thrust her arms behind her, slapping her elbows together once again. “That way I can say you…’forced’ it out of me.” “Alright. I’ll start tying, you start talking.” At that, I sat behind her, first nibbling on her neck a bit, then moving my hands around to get myself a handful of breast, then began reapplying rope to her elbows. “Now, how can we help each other?” “I have a twin brother,” she said, then let out a hiss as I tightened the rope about her elbows. She was starting to quiver with anticipation with each pass around her arms. “We’re in a constant fight over the inheritance. Daddy, bless his heart, has a poor memory about which of us he’s going to leave that vast untraceable fortune to. One day I do something cool, and he says it’s mine. Next day, my brother does something nice and it’s his. It’s kinda annoying.” I cinched her elbows together and tied the line off. “Ooooooooo…that’s niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.” “Focus, girl. Inheritance?” “Right,” she said as I began binding her wrists. “Is there gonna be a crotch rope in this?” “FOCUS. Inheritance?” “Inheritance…right. “Well, if I were to tell you about that inheritance, ‘under duress’, of course…” “Of course,” I agreed as I cinched her wrists together. “You could demand it. And GET it. You gonna put ropes above and below my tits?” “Stop rushing the bondage. But, yes.” I grabbed a line that would accomplish both in one hit. “So I get paid. Then what?” “Well…WE…disappear with it. Never to be seen again.” She hissed once again as the ropes passed above and below her breasts, filling her with delight. “FUCK, dude…you know what you’re DOING!!” “Flattery’ll get you nowhere.” I cinched the lines off, then got another piece of rope. I placed it onto the back cinching of the above and below the breast ropes, then passed it through her arm pit, around her shoulder, back behind near the nape of her neck, across her other shoulder, then under her other arm and tied it to where I’d started it. I still had some length to it, so I passed the ends up and under the part of the rope that passed behind the nape of her neck, and back down, efficiently tethering the above/below the breast ropes in place. I then started a coiling that went from the tie point up to the rope that passed by the nape of her neck and tied it all off. “That feels ‘artsy'”. “Well, it’s not…just good basic restraint. Say that ‘a’ word again and you get an extra hard hogtie.” “Promises, promises…”, she replied with a disgusted sort of snort. Well, that sucked. A hard hogtie was my most credible threat against an average hostage…this girl WANTED one. Lovely. ” ‘We’ disappear, huh?” “Oh, come on,” she said with a smile. “I’m told I have an addicting personality. Now that you’ve got me do you REALLY wanna let me go?” She had a point with that…even I wasn’t sure if I wanted to let her go or not. “Like I said, I don’t wanna go anywhere. I’m a typical rich girl…I’m bored as fuck with my life and in need of something different…and the fact that you can tie me up in knots that blast my mind is a fucking cool bonus!” I finished wrapping a waist rope around her, pinning her arms down, and acting as an anchor that would eventually pin her legs and anchor a crotch rope as she said this. “You’ve got me right where you want me, dude. The next move is yours.” “Paul,” I said as I grabbed a rope and began wrapping it around her still crossed ankles, then after cinching it, pulled the ropes up to the waist rope, keeping her legs tight to her body and crossed open. “My name’s ‘Paul’…partner.” I went to her bound hands and jokingly “shook” one of them. “You could be after that inheritance for yourself…” “No way. We’re in this together, man. Like you said…’partners’.” “Oh, really?” “Yup. I like you. If, when you finally sex me up, you turn out to be half as good as your bondage is, there’s enough here to keep me going for a lifetime. Besides, you seem to have a basically good heart…you could’ve let me starve, after all. That breakfast was nummy…I want more of your cooking! We can work this all out, I’m sure of it.” “Hmmmmm.” “I want you…,” she said, her lips pursing at me. “Oh, yeah?” “…to put a crotch rope on me again!! God, that was HOT!!” She smiled an impishly up at me and began to laugh. I laughed with her and complied, making it a little extra tight for her for being such a good sport. “There. They call that a “lotus” tie. You’re opened like a lotus flower, I guess.” “Lovely. I wish you had a digital camera to go along with the video one…I’d like to see that coil thing you did on my back…and pictures of this would make Daddy crazy.” “We’ll just add video of this to the ransom tape I’ve already made.” “Ok…,” she said, her voice trailing off. She saw something in my bag that interested her. “Is that a ball gag?” “You DO know your bondage toys…,” I said as I removed it from the bag. A simple strap with a red rubber ball strung thru the strap…the ball went into the captive’s mouth; a very effective silencer. “I only use this for playtime…never used it for a kidnap before.” “Use it on me, please…I’ve never had one on before.” Her eyes were practically begging me for it. “All right,” I said as I grabbed it from the bag. “It has a tendency to make you drool, though.” “Drool’s cool, I guess. Adds to the helplessness of the situation. Get some video for Daddy, ok?” She was starting to tremble with anticipation. “Like you were saying earlier, it’ll help him ‘open his wallet’.” I moved to gag her, but she stopped me. “What?” “Kiss first?” I moved in for a small peck…then slammed my lips against hers for several rough, almost violent kisses. She returned them with every ounce of harsh passion that I threw into her.Again, establishing the “friendship turning to plotters turning to lovers” cue…I think it worked out quite nicely. How about some comments, gang…do I suck that badly? 😉
Tolstoy
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I liked both parts.
Nice storyline. Would probably work well on the pay side of your site with a photo spread (with the lovely Stacie Snow perhaps)? Although, any of your models would probably look lovely in this scenario.
Thank you!!!
Believe it or not, I used to have stories that went with the pic layouts…this story evolved from one I did for a Kimberly Marvel set in which she was dressed in a stunning red gown.
Nobody seemed to be interested…or at least there were neither complaints OR compliments…lol.
With a seeming lack of interest, I stopped doing them. (shrugs)