Another day, another kidnap.
Tho, this one would wind up changing me…didn’t realize it at the time of course, but the wheels of Destiny are always a’turnin’…
I’m getting ahead of myself. I picked Kendra James out of some society magazine. There was a gala she was hosting and the magazine talked about her lavish lifestyle and wealthy family…sign me up. All the right signs…but on top of the money, she was drop dead gorgeous; gonna have to behave myself this time out.
The snatch in and of itself was tragically easy…sometimes, the rich tend to think themselves untouchable, which makes life easy for me. Found her in a black dress, opera gloves and heels…it was a simple matter to wait until she was alone, hit her with a chloroform rag and dragged her to my waiting van.
I had to know. Just HAD to…and the dress went south. AMAZING tits…and her legs seemed to go on forEVER. Tied her up and shoved a ball gag in her mouth, then got behind the wheel and spirited her away to the hideout.
She slept for the longest time…had her on the bed where I was taking a few preliminary pictures of her…for the ransom, of course. Yeah…like people get Playboy for the articles…I was trying and failing to kid myself; I was losing my objectivity and almost falling for this chick…
Then, the strangest thing happened. She woke up, started to panic a bit (waking up to being bound and gagged can do that to a person), then her body just started to…spasm. After, she just threw her head back, closed her eyes and just about screamed through the gag…then went silent. OMG. she climaxed.
Took the gag off of her… “What, what’s happening?” she asked while trying to catch her breath.
“You’ve been kidnapped. For ransom. If you behave, nothing will happen to you…”
“Nothing will happen to me? Baby, it already HAS happened…that was the BEST orgasm I’ve ever had in my life!” She then started looking around with this almost glazed-over look in her eyes. “Holy SHIT that was amazing! Wait…did you say KIDNAPPED?”
“Yes.”
“You’re looking for money, then?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck…I don’t know why you goofballs kidnapping women to get money from the husbands don’t just ask the wives for it. *I* control the money in our marriage…I’D have to be the one to arrange a ransom payment. That silly foozball of a husband of mine is useful for his contacts, but I’d never trust his deluded ass with our finances.” She rolled her eyes around in thought… “Alright, look. This…what do you call this?”
“Um…kidnapping for ransom? Or do you mean how I have you? The ‘bondage’ I have you in?”
“Yes…that’s it, ‘bondage’. Phew…I like this more than I thought I could like anything. How about this. As a show of good faith, I’ll give you the pin number to my credit card…my bank allows me a $5,000 max withdraw.”
“But, I’d be on the machine’s cameras taking the withdraw…”
“oooh, good point. All right…free me…for now ONLY, for God’s sake; I have to have more of this. You take me to a teller machine, I’ll get and give you the five grand as a down payment…”
“Down payment for what?”
“The partnership you and I are about to enter into. I know things about my…friends, for lack of a better word. Stuck up society bitches with more money than sense. You take the job I’m offering you, and we make a KILLING kidnapping our way through society’s fanciest. I know security passwords, hidden bank accounts…”
“50-50 split?”
“I’m the fair type…and you’re doing the work and taking all the risk. I’m willing to go 60-40, in your favor. All I ask is I get kept out of it…and you give me access to the bitches after you have them bound and gagged…and blindfolded, of course, so I remain anonymous. I’m owed some payback. AND…you need to tie ME occasionally; just for fun, of course.”
“Of course.”
“Unless we get to know each other better… Look, for now, put that gag back and give me about an hour to roll around on the bed and enjoy this. Then we start our new path…”
Kendra James for today.
Tolstoy
