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The following is a prose piece written by yours truly.  It’s a work in progress…to be honest, I don’t know if I’ll EVER finish it.  I’m going to add a chapter a day until I’m caught up to where I am at currently, then add to is as I go. This is a work of FANTASY and FICTION and not meant for actualizing.

“Society Snatch”

Chapter 1: The Kidnapping of Ashley Moore

All these years doing kidnappings of rich women for the money involved and I knew that one day, one kidnap would bring me down.  One girl, one rope tied badly, one gag not tightly enough applied…or one woman twisted enough to make me want to give it all up and set up shop with her after a WILD ride of kidnapping, bondage, seduction and lurid sex.

That woman would be Ashley Moore.

Picked her out of a society magazine, actually.  The pictures there were STUNNING; Ashley was a stately 5’7′ tall, and at 120 pounds was slender to the eye’s content…not anorexic-model thin, but not even  slightly overweight at all.  Blonde hair that looked as if it were spun from the finest quality gold…and curves on a fabulous body that would bring a man to cry…and women to a jealous rage.  She was perfect for my kind of snatch…and worth potential millions to me if everything came off as planned.  It was perfect…TOO perfect, really.  I should’ve known better…but like all good things that look too good to be true, I was stuck on the idea.

Didn’t take me long to find out her haunts, as she was a very public figure…and following her around was surprisingly easy, despite the hired security around her that I knew I’d have to soon face off with.   Mommy and Daddy were big into manufacturing; steel, textiles…and strangely enough, one of the things their factories produced was rope.  Nice bit of irony there; I specifically went out and found the company that her parents manufacture rope through and bought a literal ton (from different stores, naturally) of it to restrain her with.  It seemed to add a certain touch to an already interesting kidnapping.

The girl was quite the social butterfly, be it high end clubs that you had to BE somebody to get into, or local low end dives that just had a good groove and a hot dance floor.  She just seemed to crave being around people; a plus and a minus, really…sets her up for kidnappers like me to make her life a little more interesting.  I liked that about her….balls to the walls.  She didn’t seem to care.

I had trailed her back to her place already…so it was just a matter of time to get myself set.  Watching from afar, I could see that tonight would indeed be the night; she was dressing to thrill.   Long range binoculars allowed me to peer in thru locked doors and barred windows to see a lovely 20-something young woman getting set to paint the town red.

It was almost as if she had seen me watching…every pass she made by the window showed me that she was freshly out of the shower with a towel wrapped about her, and every time she started to remove it to reveal some more of her magnificent body, she walked away.  It was almost like she was teasing me…I’d make her regret that soon enough.  She settled on a red satin top and skirt set with what had to be six inch stiletto high heels; she’d regret those tonight as she wouldn’t be able to run very fast in them.

A bit of drama happened next…a man entered the room as she was putting on her jewelry.  I was only using binoculars, so I didn’t have sound available to me, but I could tell a heated exchange when I saw one.  They were arguing back and forth…screaming at each other, it would seem.  Then he slapped her…and I got an odd twang of protectiveness.  If I had a weapon on my person at that moment, the man would probably have regretted that slap.  Never had that happen before during surveillance of a kidnap victim…could I possibly be having feelings for this girl?  Ridiculous…I put it aside, and got back to watching.  She then threw even ME a curve by jetting out of the palatial mansion so fast that her bodyguards couldn’t keep up.  I slammed my binoculars back into their case and scrambled into my van, just praying that I’d be able to find and catch up to her…it looked like she was driving a souped-up Jag…this wasn’t going to be easy!

It wasn’t.  I actually lost her, but knew several of her hangouts (I’d been watching her for weeks by now), so I just kept plugging away until I found the one she was at.  I arrived and settled myself in the bushes surrounding the club just as she was leaving her car. I was feeling pretty good about the stop she had decided to make…of all the clubs she frequented, this was the one with the worst security, and the least amount of parking lot lighting.  If it was going to happen anywhere, it was here.

Her friends all knew she was coming…that much was obvious from the greetings she was getting from them all.  Cheek kissing, hugs and the occasional butt-grab; this was her crowd, alright.  At one point, when all the others had gone inside, I managed to frame her face in the binoculars, and she did something that stunned me…she looked me dead in the eyes, right as if I was standing next to her, blew me a kiss…and went into the club.

She KNEW I was there!  She SAW me!  She couldn’t possibly know WHY I was there or was about to do to her, but she knew…she KNEW.  What the…?!  A guy with binoculars follows you around, watching you, and you blow him a KISS?!  I’d always harbored a suspicion that money twisted a person, but this?!

With nothing but time on my hands, I decided to check my gear again.  The rope was all cut into specific lengths for just this purpose, and it was all there for me to use.  I wouldn’t be able to put anything on her but the most basic of restraints for taking her back to the hideout I’d selected; once there, I’d firm things up enough to keep her from leaving me before I had my ransom.  Duct tape was there and fine…a quick gag on her mouth to keep her silent for the ride back.  The chloroform was the hardest thing to come by…takes months of going thru channels to get the stuff, so the bottle I had on supply gets used very sparingly.  Finally, a tranquilizer gun…just in case I needed to show force.  I didn’t want to damage the girl after all.  Nothing left to do but kick back and wait for her to leave the club…

It took her three hours to finally get her fill of the club atmosphere and leave with her “boy toy” of choice for the evening; apparently, she thought she was bringing him home or going to his home for a night of hot fun; it wasn’t to be.

I could either take him by force, or use the tranq gun, but fate made the choice for me as they leaned up against her car and began kissing.  She had probably picked this place for the same reason I liked it; not very many people around, and it was poorly lit…they could have sex right there in the lot, up against the car, and not a soul would know.  He pushed her up against the car and began to open her top…and I knew this was my moment.  One quick pull of the trigger, and I fired off a dart with enough tranquillizer to stun a small bear…he dropped like a stone.

“Barry?” she said and looked over his stunned body, curiously.  “BARRY!!”  I was running up behind her as she tried to find out what was wrong with him, and was on her in a heartbeat.  The chloroform soaked rag was quickly over her nose and mouth, as I pulled her up from the crouch she was standing over her fallen would-be-beau with to a full standing position.  She struggled furiously and mightily in my grasp, thrilling me all the more as the liquid started to take effect on her system, quieting her.

“Stop struggling so much, girl,” I hissed at her.  “Let the stuff take its effect…you’ll be sleeping in no time.”  She kept going though, bless her; tossing to and fro in my grasp, trying to find a release that wasn’t coming.  One hand was concentrating on keeping the soaked rag on her, but my other hand was taking a bit of a walk around her body, and loving every minute of it.  The top of her blouse was still pulled open, so I let my hands move around and about her breasts…they were every bit as full and firm as I thought they would be.  Each one was just the right amount to fill my hand, and from the feel of them, they were natural and perfect.  And also with strangely erect nipples.  Humph.  After this, I ran my fingers down her midriff and began feeling her tight and well-toned stomach, when she gave me my second shock of the night.

Even though she was fighting me with every ounce of energy available to her, a part of her seemed to be enjoying it, as she took one of her hands and guided mine down beneath her skirt line, underneath her panties.  I was going there on my own, but it was shocking that she was helping me and at the same time struggling in my grasp.  Did she think this was some kind of GAME?!

At this point, the chloroform finally took effect, and she slipped off to unconsciousness.  A quick glance around told me that we were still alone and joy boy “Barry” wasn’t getting up to help her anytime fast.  I set her down, and then rolled him over and with gloved hands removed the dart from his back.  Probably untraceable, but no sense in taking chances.  I gathered her up over my shoulder and made off for my van, confident in that we were alone, and I had at least a little bit of time in which to bind and gag her with.  My favorite part of the kidnapping; though for now, I was going to have to be light about it, for the sake of getting her back to my place.

The rope work that I was going to have to do was light at best…just enough to keep her from moving around should she awaken while we were traveling.  I set her down in the back of the van, and tore open my rope bag to get at the many coils of rope within; this was the fun part.

Short and simple: a few quick strips of duct tape left the roll and found themselves plastered over her mouth, my hand going over the pieces to make sure that they would bond to her skin and wouldn’t come off easily.  Next, I rolled her onto her stomach and crossed her wrists, then got the right length of rope and tied them tightly together.  Normally, I’d go about securing her knees, but with a small bit of a time limit at hand (who knew when someone might stop by and investigate what was going on…), I just had to settle with tying her ankles together.  Then my sense of aesthetics set in; I could tie her ankles together next to each other, but they looked so much more sexy with the shoes she was wearing (stiletto pumps) to tie them off crossed.  No time to fight with the look of the situation…I just tied them cross-ankled.

And there she was; my bound and gagged captive.  Gagged with the finest duct tape, hands and feet bound with clothesline.  Quick work though it was, she still wasn’t going anywhere.  Time to head to the hideout.  After giving her one long last lingering look, I gave her a sharp slap on the ass (noting that it was a FINE ass as my hand came away from her), I moved up to the front of the van and sped off.  She was finally mine.

Chapter 2

Ransom video…and fun

It was about an hour drive to my hideout.  I wanted to be damn sure that no one would find us, so I found the most secure and out of the way place I could.  She woke up midway thru the drive, reminding me that I’d forgotten something…a blindfold.  It was night, the windows were darkened by the tint I’d had applied, but what kidnapping happened without a blindfold?  I gave myself a mental bitchslapping for missing it, then pulled the van off the road and moved into the back to join my helpless captive.

Those eyes…it was a powerful shame to cover them at all.  She had those big doe eyes…the kind that a woman could use to motivate a man into doing whatever she wanted or needed him to do for her.  Her little mews of helplessness were motivating me to touch her more fully, but I remained firm in my resolve to keep this just a kidnapping, and pulled a white cloth over her eyes and knotted  it in back of her head.  Still…there was no harm in finding out how she was doing, so I began to run my hands over her bound body.   She stiffened at my touch…afraid to anger me into doing more than I was doing.

Her body was exactly as I expected it would be…soft and firm in all the right places.  Those breasts…those beautiful breasts deserved some exploring as well, but I had to get back onto the road; we still had a long way to go.  When my hands left her, I thought I heard a defeated little snort, like, “Is that all you’re gonna do?”  Couldn’t be…she was just kidnapped for pity’s sake.  She couldn’t be enjoying this, could she?

“I have to get back to driving,” I said as I left her.  “Stay quiet and still and I should have us to the hideout in no time.  I’ll give you a chance to relieve yourself before tying you up for the night.”  A defeated, “mmmph” was my reply.  I went back behind the wheel and began to drive, allowing my thoughts to lose themselves in the early morning air.

Once we arrived, I threw her bound body over my shoulder and walked into the shack.  It was small, but it had all the facilities needed to keep a captive from harm.  A functioning kitchen, bathroom, central heating/cooling and all the electric power and running water we needed…rental paid for in cash; no sense in leaving a paper trail.  I put her lithe form down on the floor and undid her ankles.  She seemed shocked at my untying them, not expecting the kindness.

“Why so shocked, girl…I DID tell you that I’d let you use the bathroom before tying you for the night,” I said as I stood her up.   “Do what I tell you to and you’ll get thru this in one piece, understand?”  I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her neck back to emphasize the point…she let out a brief whimper, then nodded as much as she could with me holding her hair.  We then walked over to the bathroom, and I pulled down her panties, then sat her down on the toilet.

“No, you don’t get your hands back for this,” I said with a smirk.  “Just do what you need to do and get it over with.  I’ll take care of the rest.”  She flushed red in the face as I got a good look at her in all her bottomless glory.  After a moment of flushed embarrassment, a small stream of yellow left her and ran for several seconds before finally ending.  She muttered a small, “dnnnn” from underneath the gag, and I wiped off the excess liquid, allowing one finger to traipse between her lips as I did it.  I picked her up and we walked back thru the living room, eventually winding up in the bedroom.

“I could just put you in a hogtie and be done with it,” I remarked.  “I’d be fairly sure you weren’t going anywhere…but you wouldn’t get much sleep.  Meh, I’ll just tie you to the extra bed.”  She muttered a small “thnnk yuu”, and I sat her down on the bed.     I could’ve taken all her clothes off for the night’s sleep, but I was tired and wanted to sleep some myself; too much hassle, so I just tied her as she was.

More simple bondage, but more taut and more of it.  I started with her ankles, splitting them and tying one to each corner of the bed frame tightly, each ankle rope knotted tightly and firmly in a way in which she couldn’t get at the knots.  Then I undid her hands from behind her and had her lay down on the bed, holding both wrists in my hand as I did.  With my free hand, I wrapped rope around both wrists, passing the line through center of where they met, then overlapped it several times, making an effective cinch.  After knotting it off, I laid her flatly on the bed, hands over her head, and allowed the ropes to pass behind the back of the bed frame, at which point, I pulled them taut and tied them off to the bottom of the frame.  No way she was getting to THESE knots.  She was secure for a few hours sleep…sleep which I could use as well.

I allowed my hand to once again trace the outline of her legs, stopping very briefly between her thighs to feel her quivering pussy, then running upward to once again focus some attention on those magnificent breasts.  After about a minute of this, I turned away from her.

“Stay where you are for the night,” I mumbled, sleep deprivation catching up to me.  “I find that you’ve tried to escape, and things could get ugly for you.  That position, the amount of rope you have on you and how tight it is can change in a heartbeat, understand?”  She mumbled a soft, “yss” and nodded.  “Good. We can both use some sleep.”

At this point, I turned the light off and made for the second bed in the room.  Her blindfold was now loose to a point of uselessness, so I just casually removed it…she couldn’t make my face out in the dim light, anyway.  I gave her a soft and casual, though more than somewhat smart-assed kiss on the forehead and said, “Goodnight.”  I was expecting her to mumble something close to a “Fuck off”, but instead I got a very clear, “gnite”.  First time ever a captive was being so  damned agreeable…what the hell was going ON here?  Plenty of time to investigate that in the morning…

Morning came, and I woke with a start.  I didn’t expect to sleep as long as I did; dangerous, as she could’ve somehow found a way to get out of the bed bondage I put her in.  A quick glance across the room proved me wrong as she was sleeping quietly, maybe even somewhat peacefully, still wrapped up in her bondage.  I decided to let her sleep and went about making us some breakfast.

Just the simple stuff; pancakes and scrambled eggs with a side of bacon.  It was what I’d wanted and there was no reason she couldn’t share in that; I didn’t want her starving.  As I was flipping a pancake, I heard her sniffing the air; I guess the smells of a good breakfast awoke her.  I walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a ski mask for myself, placed it on, and went over to her.

“Don’t worry, Ashley,” I told her as I sat on the bed next to her.  “Some of that’s yours if you want it.  I want you healthy while you’re here.  Up for some breakfast?”  She shook her head in an emphatic “yes”.  “Fine, but I don’t trust you…you’ll get to eat, but you’ll be tied up during and after.  Understand?”  She nodded again.  “Good girl.  You understand the situation…I like that.”

I moved to take her tape gag off, then said, “If it makes you feel better, you can scream if you like.  No one will hear you.” Then the tape came off with a rip.

“Aaaaaaah.  Nice to have a voice again,” she said and worked her mouth about.  “No point in screaming, so I won’t.  Are you going to feed me, or do I get to sit at the table like an adult?”

“You’ll handle that yourself.”  I removed the bonds from the bed, but not from her wrists and ankles, then walked her over to the kitchen table and sat her down in a chair.  Her ankles were still separated, so I tied each of them to each chair leg.  I pulled out some more rope and added a bit around her waist and the chair back, pinning her to the chair.  I left her wrist bondage alone, allowing the long line of rope which was the tether to the bed frame to stay with me.

“I’ll hang onto this…just in case you get any ideas,” I said with a smirk.

“Asshole…”

“Flirting will get you nowhere, lady,” I said with a wink.  “Have to be cautious…can’t have you running around.  And in case you’re wondering, yes; you HAVE been kidnapped for ransom.”

“I figured that part out,” she said as I placed a plate of pancakes, eggs and bacon in front of her.   “Smells good…”  She looked down at the place setting I’d given her and smirked.  “I’m supposed to eat this with a fucking SPOON?!”

“I’m fool enough to give you a knife and fork?  STABBING weapons?”

She took that in.  “Point.”  She then began voraciously devouring the food in front of her…what an appetite!  I had to chuckle.  “What?  You’ve never seen a hungry girl eat a good meal?  You don’t understand,” she said in between bites.  “This is the closest I’ve come to home-cooking in a LONG time…you’re a good cook.”

Even with her hands tied in front of her, she was so hungry that she eliminated almost her entire plateful before I’d even had time to sit down.  That really amazed me…almost as much as that wink she’d given me last night, which reminded me to bring that up.

“You saw me last night, didn’t you?”

“Hiding in the bushes, you mean?  Oh yeah…just figured you for paparazzi.  I try to give good ‘face’ as much as possible…didn’t figure you for a fucking kidnapper, though.”  She sighed and watched me eat, then asked, “Is Bradley ok?

“Barry, you mean?”

“Bradley.”

“No, his name was ‘Barry’.  I remember you saying it as the tranquilizer hit him.”

“Really?”  She thought it over.  “Wow, I was drunker than I thought I was.” She let out a small laugh at that.  “Tranquilizer?  He’s ok, then?”

“Should be fine.  Probably has a lot of explaining to do to the cops, though.”

“Are you going to tie me up again?”

“Soon as I’m done eating.”  I wasn’t certain, but I thought I heard a small, “good” escape her lips as I ate.  “You KNOW I can’t have you running around loose…”

“I know, I know.”

“Soon as I’m done, I’m going to firmly tie you up…then we make a ransom video to your family,” I said, then took my last bite of breakfast.  “Which is about now, actually.”  I stood up and dragged her chair to a portion of the kitchen with a blank section of wall.  In front of the chair was a small video camera, set up especially for this purpose.

“You certainly think of everything.”

“Have to.”  I undid the bondage pinning her waist to the chair so she could struggle around…it’d make good video for her family.  Then, I undid the ropes holding her hands in front and pulled them back behind her.  With my free hand, I grabbed her hair and snapped her head back, getting her attention in a heartbeat.

“OW!!”

“Do what I tell you to, or things get rough from here, understand?”

“Yes….yes…don’t hurt me, please.”

“Clasp your hands together, palm to palm.”  She did this, and I decided to test her a bit.   Gently and gradually, I pulled her elbows closely together, and was very happy to see they touched with little resistance.  “Flexible little minx, aren’t, you?”  She said nothing as I began wrapping cord about her upper arms, just above the elbow joint, running downward until reaching the beginning of it.  Then, some passes between the elbows and around the rope to cinch it, and I knotted it off.

“Oooooooooh, DAMN, that’s TIGHT!” she said with a gasp.

“Tough.  You can take it.  Speaking of which, I don’t need so much chatter from you while I work…”  I removed a bandanna from my back pocket and forced it between her teeth, then knotted it at the back of her head tightly.  She let out a few muffled and surprised cries at my brutality as I checked the gag’s effectiveness.  “Good enough for now.”  Satisfied she was quiet enough for what I had in mind for her, I continued on with my work.

Her wrists were bound next…just a simple wrapping of cord tied tightly around them, cinched in the center where her two wrists met.   I then removed two long lengths of rope from my bag and began tying them above and below her magnificent breasts, pinning her arms to her back.  After this lengthy process, I then tied small pieces of rope at each side of her from the above the breast bondage to the below the breast ropes, so that neither would be easy for her to remove.  At this point, I stopped to admire my work, and gaze longingly at those gorgeous breasts and realized something…I’d never covered her up the entire breakfast we’d eaten together…her top was as open as it was when I’d tied her to the bed and she’d said nothing about it.

Clearly, this girl had no problems with nudity.

I then ran a rope around her waist and just above the wrist bondage I’d placed earlier, further pinning her arms to her back.  I then cinched the rope at the side and tied it off tightly.  That rope would serve more than one purpose, but that was for later.  Satisfied with her above the waist bondage, I concentrated on her legs.

As soon as I kneeled down next to her, she kicked out at me, much as I expected her to do.  I know I would’ve done the same thing in her shoes.  “Not nice…let’s get those sexy feet tied up.”   This time, I bound her feet together side by side, wrapping cord around her ankles until I finally passed the rope between them, finally cinching the knots in back.  This process was repeated first above and then below her knees, slamming her legs together, pinning them tightly to each other.

“One more rope,” I said. “This one to discourage you from moving around too much…”  I pulled a small length from the bag and attached a line to the waist rope and centered it just above her pussy.  Without so much as a “here it comes”, I brought the rope down between her legs and through them, then moved her up and pulled the rope taut, putting the crotch rope right on her honey pot.

“MMMMMMPH!!!” she cried into the gag as I then moved the crotch rope around to the back of her, then tied it off to her wrist ropes, finishing the package and totally securing her.  She wasn’t going anywhere until I allowed her to.

“That last one should convince you to stay put,” I said with some mocking in my voice.  “Or maybe use it to make your time here a bit more enjoyable,” I added with a chuckle.  She then began to struggle, testing her bondage to see if I’d knotted everything tightly…she found herself not going anywhere, and her bondage tight and secure.  Her muffled cries as she moved to and fro were exciting to watch, and I felt myself start to stiffen as I enjoyed her movements.  Couldn’t have that just yet…I needed to have my “business” mind about me and not my “lizard” one.  I loved the female form in bondage, but I had to keep my head about me for just a little bit longer.

“I’m going to start filming now,” I told her.  “It’s best for you to try and convince Daddy’s pocketbook to open for me…so give me some goooood acting, little girl.  The better the performance, the sooner you go home.  Just remember that.”  I turned on the camera and let her struggle for it…her father would get a good look at his little girl tied and gagged…her sensuous breasts bouncing as she tried in vain to find release.  I took the camera and began to film her bondage, showing the bound ankles, knees, the crotch rope placed firmly and tightly against her womanhood, then her breasts and finally her gagged mouth and then her face.

“Hello, Mr. Moore,” I said, while filming.  “As you can see, I have your lovely daughter here with me.  She’s my rather unwilling and captive guest…how long she stays here is totally up to you.”  I moved around to her back and made another pass at those bound elbows, marveling at how tightly I’d smashed them together.  “Wow, that looks painful,” I added with a smirk.  “She’s fairly well tied and gagged…there’s no hope for her except you.”

I then put the camera on a tripod and joined her in the picture, after I’d zoomed in and gotten her face squarely in the frame.  I pulled the gag from her mouth and said, “Tell Daddy what you want him to do, sweetheart…”

She massaged her jaw a bit as the gag came out, then spat out, “Don’t give the bastard anything, Daddy!!  Don’t…” I shoved the gag back in her mouth, causing a large and long, “mmmmmmph!!” from her.

“Not good advice,” I said then.  “I think you know what’ll happen next if you don’t comply with me.”   I returned to my spot behind the camera and removed it from the tripod.  “I’ll be in touch with you again soon with my demands.  For the rest of this tape, why don’t we watch your daughter try to get out of this…”  I laughed for dramatic effect; she shot me a look that would melt steel.  For the next twenty minutes, I just filmed her struggling against the bondage, her sensuous and slender, firm and fully featured body pulling in vain about the ropes as she struggled vainly for release.  Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and turned off the tape and went behind her to allow myself some time with my captive.

It was all about those breasts…I had to have them in my hands or I was going to explode!  I placed my hands over them and started caressing them, massaging them, and allowing their weight and feeling to fill my hands.  I then started to gently touch and caress the nipples, feeling them come alive at my attention to them, rapidly becoming erect.  They were magnificent breasts; the best I’d ever held in my lifetime.  I pulled her bound back to my chest, picking her bound body up off the chair in which I’d bound her on (but not to), one hand still clutching a breast, while the other moved down to feel the rest of her bound body.  Her stomach was wonderfully flat…I ran my hand over it as the other hand continued to massage her breast.  I let my hand slip down to her glorious ass, caressing every curve as I went.

At that point, something happened to shock my senses back to reality…my own throbbing need of a cock was tightly pressed against her back…and as our heights would have it, it was at just the right place for her to touch my member ever so gently, enough to show me that she could grab it and harm me.  She had just glanced over my cock with her bound hands, but it was just enough to shock me back…I put her bound form back in the chair and started to walk away.  She responded by thrashing her head back and forth violently, visually telling me she had something to say.

I removed the gag, and she said, “OH, FOR GOD’S SAKE…YOU’RE NOT GOING TO STOP THERE, ARE YOU?!”  She started panting, her full breasts moving up and down as she began to try and catch her breath.  I looked deep into her eyes and saw that she wasn’t kidding, and my suspicions about her were indeed correct all along…she was getting off on all of this!

That was more than I needed to know…my hungry mouth pressed against hers and we exploded in a passion long denied, but now fully realized.

“Put the gag back,” she mumbled in between hurried breaths.  “Make it like you’re taking it from me.  Blindfold me again so you can take that damn ski mask off…it itches my face when you kiss me.” She winked at me as she said that and smiled.

I just laughed loudly and pulled the gag back on, then threw the ski mask to the other corner, visually saying, “Oh fuck it,” and began kissing her gagged mouth again.   As I put my hand onto her bound ass, she guided it to the crotch rope.  I took her hint and began pulling on it, pressing the rope deeply into her pussy, until finally she gave into her passions and exploded into the pulsing and throbbing release of orgasm, screaming with pleasure through her gag as it moved like lightning through her body.  Just the sound of her going over was enough to bring me to orgasm as well…both of us soiling our clothes as we rode the passions out together….

Slowly but surely, our breaths came back to a normal pace.  We stared into each other’s eyes, and she put her head gently on my shoulder.  “Ggg ff, plz?” she asked.  I understood her enough, and took the gag out of her mouth.  “Thank you…for taking the gag out AND for that…that…what would you call that?  FUCK; that was the BEST fuck I’ve ever had, and your dick wasn’t even IN me…whoa.”  She began to pant, then she asked, “Can you lay me on the bed and just lay next to me for a while?”

“What, you want to ‘cuddle’?”  I asked and winked at her.

“Fuck you,” she said with a laugh.  “I suppose…and you still haven’t taken off my shoes; my feet are fucking KILLING me!!  Just lay me down and lay with me, ok?”

“Alright.”  I complied and laid her down on the bed, then removed her shoes before joining her on the bed.

“Oh, JESUS, thank you!!  Those “fuck me shoes” have gotten me more than one lay, but they fucking HURT!!!”

I laughed and laid down beside her, looking into her eyes.  She really DID have beautiful eyes…a soft and sensuous blue that complimented her look and just drew you into her face.  “You’re ‘into’ this stuff, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she replied with a pant as I gently caressed her cheek.  “Since I was about 16.  Never understood why I was so into the idea of some guy I’d never met tying me up and gagging me, but I was.  I’ve been tied a few times before…”

“Those elbows go together so perfectly…”

“YEARS of training!  That training has killed more than one relationship…I get a guy where I want him, then ask him to tie my elbows together, and he’s like, ‘I’m not into that…,’ and there goes another one. I finally find somebody good enough to fucking use that for me and you have to be a kidnapper and not a boyfriend.”  She pouted at that thought.  “Life fucking sucks.”

I laughed aloud and kissed her.  “Ah, who knows?  You could probably find someone else…”

“Never happen.  I need to get from this what I can.”  She stopped and went deep into thought, then added, “Do me a favor?  Put the gag back and turn this into a hogtie like you promised me you would before…and by the way, FUCKING TEASE!!!  Hogties are my faaaaaaaavorite, and when you said that last night, I almost came at the thought of it!”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Uh, look where we are now and what we just did…what do YOU think?”

She really WAS serious.  This wasn’t just a tactic to prolong the situation, or just to keep me interested in her, she REALLY wanted that hogtie.  “Alright.”  I went back to my bag and got another length of rope and pulled her ankles as close to her ass as it would go with her legs bound as stringently they were.  “This ok?”

“A bit closer to my ass.  Make it hurt just a bit…THERE!!  Tie my ankles THERE!!”  I did as asked.  “You can be a good boy and enjoy the situation yourself in the corner if you like.  I’ll struggle nice and sexy for you.”  I laughed and regagged her, much to her delight.

“Ok, rich girl,” I said and gave her ass a slap.   “Show me yourself trying to get out of that hogtie.”  She “mmmphed” into the gag and started to move about, twisting her body about in ways that gave me quite the pleasant view of her.  Watching her move and stroking my own regrowing arousal again, I started to realize I had a true situation on my hands.  This girl was a situation and a half…on top of it all, she now knew my face. Stupid and unprofessional of me to take off the ski mask, but…  Not to mention the fact that I wasn’t sure if I even WANTED to return her to her parents or not….

Chapter 3:

“How did I get myself INTO this?!”

I sat staring at Ashley, lounging on the bed. About a miles worth of rope surrounded her as she lay on her stomach, fingering it.  A  wet bandanna was next to her as well…it was so wet with saliva, it was now practically sopping.  She had her legs bent, letting her feet rise and fall off the bed, showing her disillusion and boredom.  She was even frowning.

“I’m done with the aches,” she said.  “You can tie me up now.   With a crotch rope.  TIGHT.”  At that note, she winked at me.  “I’ve never had one of those before…that was fucking HOT!!

I rolled my eyes and laughed.  “In a bit; I need to iron out a few things.”

“Like?”

“Like what am I gonna do with you.  You’ve seen my face.”

“I’m not going to the cops…”

“I have to let you go, eventually.”

“I’m not going anywhere.  I like you.”  She smiled broadly at that statement.

“Oh, brother.”  I laughed.  Who kidnapped WHO here?!  “Ashley…”

“KID-napper…” she said, emphasizing the first syllable, winking at me as she did so.

“ASH-LEY…this IS a kidnapping here, remember.  You’re my HOSTAGE.”

“Right, I know.  Do you have any soda?”

“In the fridge,” I said with a level of defeat in my voice.

“Thanks.” She got up from the bed, walked to the kitchen, got herself a soda, returned to the bed and plopped herself back down, opening the can and taking a sip.

“Dammit.”

“Hey, man…I’m the one who told YOU to tie ME up, remember?  I get it…you’re the big bad kidnapper, who knows his way around his rope and tying girls up, by the way…”

“Thanks.”

“And you’re holding me for ransom…I get it.  What’re you asking for me, anyway?”

“Ten million.”  She looked like I’d just slapped her across the face.  Insulted, even.

“My fucking SMILE is insured for more than that!  GOD!!”

I chuckled.  “Alright then, miss smarty-hostage, how much SHOULD I ask for?”

She got close enough for to me to feel her breath on my face and said, “You could ask for a hundred million and Daddy could still write you a check.”  She kissed me on the tip of my nose and sat back down on the bed with her legs crossed.

I was stunned.  “I read up on your father.  He’s not worth…”

“Publicly, he’s not worth that much.  Privately, he’s got holdings that can push his worth into the hundreds of millions.  But he can’t tell anyone that…”

“Crime?”

“No, nothing that serious.  Just hidden from the light of day.  And Internal Revenue.”  She winked at me after saying that.  “Daddy’s cautious like that.”

“Hmmmmmm.”

“Listen, we can help each other here.”

“Oh, how?”

“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 VERY 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.  “Are you going to put another crotch rope on me?  That was HOT.”

“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 me.  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

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 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  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, man.  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 fuck me, 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 be all right…you could’ve let me starve, after all. That breakfast was yummy, by the way.  We can work this all out, I’m sure of it.”  A slight pause, then she continued.  “I’m babbling, aren’t I?”

“Hmmmmm.”

“I want you…,” she said, her lips pursing at me.

“Yes…?”

“…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.  Like the meditation position.”

“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.

“Paul?”

“Yes?”

“Just because Daddy’s gonna make us rich, doesn’t mean we’re quitting at this, right?”

“Beg pardon?”

“I wanna kidnap somebody someday…,” she said letting her voice trail off.  I laughed and thrust the ball deep into her mouth, then buckled it tightly behind her head.

“Mmmmmmmphhh!!” she said as I buckled the strap, finishing her bondage, completing her helplessness. I got up from the bed as she began to get into the character of a kidnapped heiress…struggling this way and that, enjoying her helplessness to the fullest.  I picked up my camera and threw my head up in disgust; we’d been playing around more than I thought…

“Much as I hate to do this to you,” I said and laughed, “I just realized something.”

“MMM?”

“That tape was full.  It’s ready for delivery.”

“Fkk,” she said and tried her best to make words happen around the ball.

“And I REALLY should deliver it before Daddy starts to go crazy.  You gonna be ok while I make a delivery…shouldn’t be gone for more than an hour or so.”  She shook her head “no”, so I removed the gag.

“I’ll be fine,” she said, and adjusted her mouth to the freedom she got once the ball was removed.  “BUT, you need to get some more tapes!  This shit is HOT…we need to record it.”

“On my list of stops in town, Ashley.  Besides that, I need to get a few ‘throwaway’ phones for making ransom calls to Dad with…I’ll be gone for a little while.  Will you be ok in the bondage?”

“Put it to you this way,” she said with a smile.  “Buckle that strap one hole tighter, and I’ll be in HEAVEN.  I’ll be fine.” She winked after saying that.  “You need money?  For the stuff, I mean?”

“I….hadn’t thought of it.”  I said and pulled my wallet from my pocket.

“Men,” she said and rolled her eyes.  “Babe, if you thought to take my purse with you when you kidnapped me, there’s about $1,500 in ‘fun’ money there…take what you need.”

If I was still having doubts about her veracity as a “willing hostage”, that certainly removed most of them.  She was GIVING me money to help with the kidnapping expenses…  “Thanks.  Funny I didn’t think to take that money when I grabbed you to begin with…”

“You’re mind was on other things…like my tits.”  She winked after she said that.  “I noticed.  You might want to use some of it to get me some clothes and undies and shit.  I’m feeling pretty crappy in this outfit right now.”

“There’s close to $5,000 dollars here!!” I exclaimed as I finished counting what was in her purse.

“Meh,” she replied with little interest.  “Like I said…fun money.  I don’t keep track of how much fun money I carry.”  Ah, the rich…

“Ok, I’m gonna head out.  You sure you’re gonna be ok?  That’s some pretty tight elbow bondage…I could be gone for one to two hours.  You sure?”

“I’m more than fine.  I’ve been dreaming for about six years for bondage like this…trust me, I’m ok.”  She then opened her mouth wide, looking for the gag to be replaced.

“Hah!  Almost feel like putting my cock in that open mouth rather than the ball…”

“You don’t see me stopping you, baby,” she cooed as a reply.

“You couldn’t stop me if you wanted to, tied like that,” I said and moved behind her, ball gag in hand.  “Can you breathe ok with this in your mouth?

“Yes, FINE,” she said, becoming impatient, then calming down.  “I’m sorry.  I understand why you’re being careful…you’re gonna be gone for a while.  Trust me, baby, I’ll be ok.  Now, gag me, please.”  She opened her mouth again and this time, I thrust the ball in, tightening it to what I thought was her limit.

“You’ll get that extra hole once I get back, ok?”

“K,” she mumbled thru the gag.

“Good…I’ll be back in a bit…”  I turned and walked away as she began struggling in earnest to get free from the ropes.  I knew she wouldn’t…I just hoped the bondage wasn’t so secure she’d hurt herself in the process of trying.  Man, to be in that kid’s head right now, I thought to myself, as I closed the door behind me….

 

Chapter 4

Ashley Moore…Willing “Victim”

FUCK, this guy knows how to tie up a girl, Ashley thought to herself as she struggled with the ropes binding her.  I’ve NEVER been in a tie like this…if this guy were actually dangerous, I’d be in some real trouble.

“MMMMMMPH,” she cried out as she changed her position, trying to allow herself some momentary comfort.  He may have been right about the fucking elbows.  Been a LONG time since somebody tied me this good.  Where’s this guy BEEN all my life?!  My luck, he’s probably as old as Daddy is… “Mmmmmmmph.  Fthrmckersnfabtch.”  She laughed as she took that in.  Dating a guy as old as her father didn’t seem so bad to Ashley…

I could live with the age thing…as long as he can rope me up like this on a regular basis.  This “lotus” position is pretty cool…  She moved around again, trying to get herself as comfortable as she could.  Her arms began falling asleep, the familiar pinches telling her that her hands were leaving her.  Delicious…she thought as the sensation moved up and down her arms. Lord, how I’ve missed this.  It’s been for-EVER since I’ve been bound like this…but yet nothing LIKE this.  She straightened her back and felt a sharp pull at her pussy as the rope placed there reminded her of it’s presence with a jab of pain/pleasure that ran up and down her spine.

Oh, WOW, that was HOT! Ashley thought as she recovered from it.  Can I make that happen again?  She moved her hands until she found the rope splitting her pussy and gave it a slight tug…hoping for, and getting the proper response.  MMMMMMMMMPH! she gasped as the twinge of pain/pleasure ran thru her again.  Her cries were starting to cause her to drool, the pent up saliva running down her chin, headed down her chest.

Dammit, Ashley thought, I’m gonna get all messed up.  Maybe I can get on my side…  It took some effort, but finally she managed to gently tip herself onto her side so that the drool could leave her ball gag and dirty the bed instead of her.  Legs are still tied wide open though…I can see why this is a popular position…this is a SEX position!  Ooooooo…where IS that man?!  She began to laugh as she realized her need was starting to become an issue.  Is he EVER going to get back and fuck me already?

She rolled over and tried to lay flat on her stomach…but the rope lashing her waist to her legs wouldn’t allow that.  Instead, she wound up laying in an arch, with her lovely ass pointed high to the ceiling.  Man…he should see me NOW…”  Ashley thought to herself and laughed.  Hey, now…where’s that crotch rope…  Her nimble fingers found it and began to tug once more, shoving the rough rope into and out of her now very wet pussy.

Ooooooooo….ooooooh…..ooooooooooooo…..  As she began rhythmically moving the rope, balance became an issue and she lost herself and flopped over to her side once more.  She arched her neck and back as delicious slivers of pleasure mixed in with a growing reminder from her arms, telling her that her elbows were jammed together too tightly.  This is IT…she thought as she inched ever so closer to orgasm…this is why this shit is so fucking cool…I’ve never felt like this before from any ordinary sex.  NOTHING comes close to being tied up and unable to help myself and getting messed with like this….  Just like that, it hit her, and her body pulsed as the orgasm came over her, nearly splitting her alive with pleasure.  She cried out over the ball gag as she exploded in a gasp of pleasure and pain, mixed in a cocktail that made her feel alive in a way that no other sex act possibly could…

Time passed…then she finally eased out of the orgasm and began to regain her sense of self once more.  Wow…NEVER came like that before…I can’t let this guy let me go!  Nobody’s ever done anything like this for me before…and probably never will again.  Being bound like this…the crotch rope…wow.  Sooooooooo relaxing….

She began to sleep.  She settled in to her captivity and allowed it to overcome her, realizing that she was well and truly his prisoner…and it was a place she wanted to be in.  All was right with the world…she was content.  Sleep greeted her like a long lost lover and took her into it’s embrace….

When her eyes next opened, she glanced at the clock and found that she’d been asleep for about an hour and a half.  Blissfully asleep too…it was probably the best sleep she’d had in her adult life.  She had maybe 10 minutes of cognizance before the world exploded into craziness.

Flashing red lights.

Flashing blue lights.

The door being busted in.

Voices yelling…”CLEAR!”  “CLEAR!” “Get her untied!!”

Bodies searching the room…

…and the thing that disappointed her the most…

She was released from the bondage.

They identified themselves as Federal Agents; told her she was fine and that she was going home…

“That guy had you pretty well tied, Ms. Moore,” the main one told her as he wrapped a blanket around her shoulder.

“Yeah, he did…,” Ashley replied with a sigh.  “Officer…” She let her voice trail off implying she wanted his name.

“Ransom.  Bill Ransom; ma’am.”

“Irony.  I was just kidnapped for ‘Ransom’, after all.”  She smiled up at him.  He was somewhat cute…but not Paul by far; and probably not even into bondage…

“Yes…I get that a lot, being on kidnap detail and all.  Do you have any idea who he was?  ANY description you can give us will help us to find him and put this freak behind bars where he belongs for doing this to you.”

“Sorry…I was blindfolded and gagged the entire time.  I have no idea what he looked like.  When he took me, he chloroformed me from behind (she sighed with bliss as she remembered that moment)…I never saw him.”  She was going to stay true to her word and not identify him…and she wanted him out there where he could snatch her again…

“Damn…that’s a shame.  Your captor was cautious…I get the feeling this wasn’t the first time he’d done this.”

Ashley immediately felt a wash of jealousy hit her thinking of the other women he’d tied…  “Really?”

“Yep.  Not a fingerprint in the room so far…we’re still searching it, tho.  Everything he bought was done with cash…from this hideout to the van he used to transport you; and that was bought with a stolen ID.  Not a trace to be found.”

She mumbled a “good” to herself, then said aloud, “That’s awful, Officer Ransom…is it possible he’d try to take me again?”

“Unlikely.  He’ll know that you’re going to be wary of future attacks…he had his shot and we stopped him; he’s probably going to move on and abduct someone else…”

“…lucky girl…,” Ashley mumbled under her breath.

“Sorry?”

“I’m a lucky girl that you found me.”

“Yes, indeed.  Sheer luck…someone saw the abduction happen and followed him here.  He called us.”

“I’m really tired, Officer Ransom,” Ashley said and leaned into him.  “Can you please take me home?”

“Of course.”  She leaned into him and said softly, “You know…you could’ve felt me up a bit when you were untying me, Officer…chance lost.”  She winked at him coyly and fell into his arms and walked with him to his car.  She DID have an image to upkeep…even if she were no longer able to get anything out of this situation…

A small crowd had gathered around the small cabin; even as remote as it was, Ashley Moore’s abduction was big news, not to mention all the sirens and flashing lights bringing people out…and wherever she went she attracted a crowd.  She sighed and prepared herself to return to her “regular” life…and then a glance into the crowd gave her hope…

PAUL!

There was no mistaking it…he was holding shopping bags (and she caught a glimpse of her purse on his person)…he must have arrived just after the Police did and had to watch (probably with agony) as they stormed the hideout.  She wanted desperately to call out to him…to tell him to take her and tie her up again and take it farther than they’d managed to go this time…but instead she just looked at him longingly and went into the car.

Chapter 5

Security Detail

Clever bastards.  No way of knowing how they were onto me…not sure I wanted to know, really.  One thing was sure, tho…watching Ashley being taken out of the cabin by the cops was the worst experience I’d had as a professional kidnapper.  Sure, I had the money from her wallet and the five grand could keep me for a while…

…but I didn’t have ASHLEY.

And that hit with a BIG level of importance…stronger than I’d even realized at first.  Sitting in the hotel room, listening to a pop star on the radio who I ALSO wanted to slip some ropes on, sing her tripe filled bubblegum crap, a bottle of Jack Daniels halfway gone into me…I was ready to retire from it all.

One last score.

One last BIG score.

Ashley Moore.

Kidnapped for LIFE…my bondage girl.

But how to make it happen?  They were SURE to double, maybe even TRIPLE, the security around her and were not very likely to let her run around loose anymore.  She was going to be HARD to get to…

Waitaminnute…”Security” detail?  I could become a part of that…yes; that could EASILY work with some forged papers and some elbow rubbing on my part, calling in some markers and such.  Would be interesting to kidnap the girl from the INSIDE for a change…and if she still wanted to conspire to the deal she’d made before, we could be set for life…

WE.

I just said “WE.”

And it FIT as well.  It just felt RIGHT.  I could easily see myself with her for the rest of our lives, living off of Daddy’s money…as long as she was still willing to do so….and judging from how well she reacted to my bondage, I think there’s a good chance of that happening.

It could work.

Spent the next three weeks talking with old friends and acquaintances (and enemies that I kept close that I knew had good connections) taking the time to establish an “identity” in the world of Security Guards/Bodyguards…they were certain to do heavy duty screening before hiring anyone; I had to look the part on paper and also have it be a trail that could be followed to reputable sources.  It cost me almost literally an arm and a leg to do so…but I was now confident that once they started screening my “background”, they’d find nothing but joy and a lily-white background of nothing but goodness.

That went for the MAN as well…had to spend a decent chunk of change on ME, too…proper clothes made the proper man, not to mention a proper ride.  The car I already had from another kidnap; took her and her car as well.  Once I got the ransom and let her go, I kept her wheels as a souvenir; wasn’t too hard to change the car’s papers and identity as well.  One of my favorite toys from the life of kidnapping rich women for ransom…a life that was about to end.

I figured the next step would be to bring my paperwork to the mansion and apply for work…worst that could happen would be for them to turn me away; I knew my forged background would stand up to anything that a check would attempt to turn up…all I had to do was act the part.  It was a brazen as fuck move on my part, just showing up at their door looking to become part of the staff, but I HAD to do it.  This time, when I kidnapped her, it would be for LIFE, and I had this strange urge to see her day-to-day life before I took her from it forever.  I wanted to see what it was like in her life; I guess a part of me wanted to see what I’d be “rescuing” her from.

 

“Jacob Wilcox, hmmm?”

“That would be me, yes;” I replied to the burly man across the table from me, snark and sarcasm just oozing from his face.  My contacts and papers worked better than I thought…not only did I get on the grounds the first time I attempted contact, but I was being interviewed as well.  I wasn’t certain, but his face looked familiar, somehow…couldn’t remember where I’d seen him from, tho.

 

This guy had “Upper Class And I Know It” down pat…only the finest suit, shoes polished to a mirror finish, thinning hair and a thin moustache trimmed to perfection…he even SMELLED rich.  But there was also an air of “snooty” about him…he seemed the type to look down upon anyone who’s smallest bill in his wallet was less than a Franklin; the type of guy I really hated.

“Everything seem to be in order?”

“Yes.  Very high recommendations, as well…impressive background, Mr. Wilcox.  The ex-military part helps you well in my eyes.  I like that.”

“Thank  you, sir.”

“You can call me, Mr. Moore for now…tho in time, I get the feeling you’ll be calling me Daniel as well.  I keep myself fairly close to the staff and allow the better ones little privileges, like the ability to call me by my first name.  I have the feeling you’ll get those.  I need to know you quite closely…I can’t have just ANYone guarding my sister.”

THAT was where I saw him…soon as he identified himself as Ashley’s brother, it clicked…he was the one who slapped her the night I was watching her from my binoculars.  As much as he was looking down his nose at me, I was hoping to get the chance to repay him for that slap on her…  Moreso, now that I knew I’d be cheating this guy out of his share of the inheritance, snatching Ashley again would be all the sweeter…putting this guy in the poorhouse with the rest of the slobs would be a treat on top of a treat.  A SPECIAL pleasure…and one that I would take great pride in doing.

While we were sizing each other up, the door behind Daniel suddenly opened…and I saw Ashley enter the room (God, she looked GOOD), on the arm of an older gentleman.  The man looked like if he missed one breath it would be the one that would end him for not having it…no WONDER the siblings were bickering over their inheritance!  The old man looked like he could kick it at any moment…

“Princess, really;” the man said as he and Ashley came into the room.  “Why don’t you let your brother and I handle this?  We can deal with the details…”

“Daddy, I told you…I want to be able to see everyone who…”  Her voice trailed off as our eyes met.  She displayed a moment of shock, but immediately regained her composure.  “…will be guarding me.  I need to be a part of the screening process.  I demand it.”

“…probably so you can see if the slab of beef will be the right size for you…;” Daniel said with more than a touch of nastiness in his voice, trying his best to make his sister look bad to her father and I.

“At least I’m breeding with the stock that can give Daddy GRANDchildren, Daniel.  You’re probably sizing him up just as much as I am.”

Oh, these two were going to be FUN to be around, I could already see. I stifled a chuckle and stood to meet Ashley’s gaze.

“Jacob Wilcox, Ms. Moore;” I said, acting all the gentleman, extending my hand for a shake…which was met with a sharp slap across my cheek.  I took it in stride and met her eyes once again; she was all fire at that moment…like she was very plainly telling me who the boss was.  I’d make her EAT that slap soon enough

“I did that for a reason, Wilcox;” she said and sneered.  “I play rough…”

“…and often, and with open legs…” Daniel said, almost under his breath.

“DANIEL!!” the elderly gentleman said with disgust.

“It’s alright, Daddy;” Ashley replied to it.  “Daniel’s just showing us  who he is, that’s all.  Like I was saying, Wilcox, I play roughly with my toys…and my security staff IS a toy of mine.”  She walked around me, taking me in, looking at me up and down.  Then, she took my papers and read them over.  “Daddy, we’re doing something different this time.”

“Princess?”

“You’re hiring this one…and firing all the rest.  I want this one as my 24 hour bodyguard.  Everywhere I go, HE goes.  Period.”

“Really?” Daniel said, and raised an eyebrow.  “Well, Sis…that WOULD make it easy for you to slip away like you always do…”

“Daniel, the slack jawed asshole who kidnapped me taught me one thing at least…”

(“Slack jawed asshole”, huh?  She’d pay for that one soon enough…)

“…I’m in high demand.  Daddy and I heard you talking with Jacob here…and if he’s half the guard you said he was, I’ll trust your instincts and stay with him.  I don’t want to go thru that ordeal again.”

“Thank you for the confidence, Ms. Moore…”

“You can call me ‘Ashley’; I’ll give you that much at least.”  She then offered me a handshake; I took it and smiled.

“Well, I hope to live up to the vote of confidence…Ashley.”

“Well, good; that’s settled,” the older gentleman said.  Looking him over, I was beginning to feel sorry for eventually bilking him…he seemed a nice enough sort.  “I’ll have a moving crew sent to your home and move you over here…if you don’t mind, that is.”

“Sir, you could fit my belongings into one of the bathrooms here,” I replied with a chuckle.  “By all means; please do.”

“Excellent, m’boy…EXCELLENT.  Ashley, darling…why don’t you show Mr. Wilcox the run of the mansion while Daniel and I discuss the petty details.  Don’t bother yourself, princess.”

“Of course, Daddy,” she said and kissed him on the top of his head.  “All right, you…let’s get going,” she said to me with almost a snarl.  She put her arm in mine and we walked away from them, closing the door behind us as we went.

 

Two hallways later, we were finally alone enough to talk freely.

“‘Slack jawed asshole’, huh?”  I said and laughed.

“That was mild compared to the other things I’ve been saying…and hating myself for saying every word!”  At that, she threw herself into a hard kiss on my lips.  “You brazen bastard!  The risks you took…”

“Still taking, to some degree.  The phony background’ll hold up to anything your old man can search against it, tho…”

“You better HOPE so!  God, it’s so good to SEE you again…I’ve been dreaming every night of you and your ropes…”

“Speaking of which, is that your room up ahead?”

“Yes, why?”  At that, I pulled her behind me and clamped my hand over her mouth. “MMMMMPH!!” she cried out under my hand.

“We’re ‘playing’ now, lady.  You’ve been away from me for too long…I’m gonna ‘kidnap’ you in your own home…”  She relaxed, then gave me a “thumbs up”, and put herself back into struggling against my grasp as if I were a true kidnapper, tossing to and fro in my powerful grasp.  I led her to the door and hissed under my breath for her to open it, which she did, and after we were inside, I closed the door behind us.

“Don’t play games with me, bitch;” I snarled at her.  “You’re ‘into’ this enough…where’s your stash of toys?  Your rope?  And I’ll even bet you bought a ball gag after your last experience with one…”

“Oi kepppth yrrs”…she mumbled under my hand.

That struck me odd, and I removed my hand from her mouth…  “That’s right…you were gagged with it when I left you.  It HAD to have been considered evidence of the kidnapping, tho…”

“Yes; and it cost me two lays with an undersexed evidence-room-cop to get it back; you’re welcome.”  She looked up at me and smiled after saying that.  “It was hard to explain why I wanted it and stay away from the fact that I didn’t want you getting caught because of it…but after some…feminine persuasion…he made it ‘disappear’ for me.  Reminds me, I have to cancel lunch with him tomorrow…good; he’s a lousy lay.”  I shook my head and laughed.

“Enough, already,” she said.  “Put your hand back over my mouth and let me struggle against you.  Feel me up while you’re at it.  There’s a stash of rope and shit in the nightstand next to the bed…gag me with the bandana that has a knot in it; I like that one.  Tie me up good and proper first and let me struggle for you…then strip me naked and tie me to the bed…you owe me a good hard fuck, mister!”

“Only happy to oblige, lady…” I said and put her back to my chest and my hand over her mouth.  She responded immediately with muffled screeches, and started to thrash about, then pressed her ass hard into my rapidly rising need for her.  Once again, her hand guided my other one past the top of her skirt and down towards her pulsing vagina.  This time, I let it happen.