Just in case you forgot, I'm Molly Crocker, and I've just been kidnapped, well sort of. No, I did get kidnapped, but not in the normal sense of that word. I agreed to it. Actually, I'm getting paid to be kidnapped. Grey McPherson is a writer who needed to do some "field research" about abductions and I'm the guinea pig. So earlier today, this character, Alvin, broke into my apartment and took me by force, tied me up and now has taken me to some place where we can't be found.
The ride was not a Sunday drive in the country. Being in the trunk wasn't the worse part of it. I think it wouldn't have been bad at all if I hadn't been tied up in that blanket. I couldn't keep myself still when he turned corners and curves. So I bounced around in there a lot. But I guess it wasn't so bad. No bruises or bleeding at least.
By the time we finally stopped, I don't think there was a place on my body that wasn't stiff or aching, probably as much from bracing myself against motion as anything else. I did get a little cold too. It made my nose run and my feet got cold, but that was probably as much because my ankles were tied. He did take me out of the trunk as soon as we stopped. And once inside he put me down of something soft, a bed or maybe a sofa.
"Stay still 'til I finish bringin' in everything."
At first the cabin wasn't a lot warmer than it had been in the trunk, but after he made several trips he sat me up straight and loosened the outer tie at my shoulders and folded down the blanket so I could see. He went back outside and when he returned, he had an arm full of firewood. His next trip brought in kindling and in just a few minutes he had a fire going in the huge stone fireplace.
"It won't take long to warm up in here. You just stay bundled up for a little while and you'll be okay."
"I don't have a lot of choices about it."
I mumbled more to myself than to him and apparently he didn't even hear me. I looked around the cabin. It was cozy and under the right circumstances could have been a great little getaway. Not much more that one great big room, it was maybe twenty-five feet square. The ceiling went up to the roofline and there were five skylights on each side. The huge stone fireplace was in the center from side to side and probably about two thirds of the distance between the back and front. On the left side of the chimney there was a small kitchen. On the right there was a wall with a single door to what I assumed at that point was the bathroom. Against the right side of the chimney was a steep open stair up to a loft that surrounded the chimney, coming out in front of the stone with a balcony about five feet. I could see that there was bedroom type furniture up there.
A second sofa identical to the one on which I was seated was directly across from it. They were in the front corners of the room. Directly in front of the fire there were four chairs and a matching love seat.
A soft dark green carpet covered a large part of the pine floor and the sofas, I guessed were probably pullout beds, had green plaid upholstery. The stuff around the fire was beige, green and terra cotta red in a pattern that resembled Indian blankets. The walls were all natural pine as was all the woodwork. Even the ceiling, which was about sixteen feet up was finished with knotty pine boards and big beams exposed. Heavy pine shutters covered all the outside windows and were closed and locked with hasps and padlocks from the inside. There were only two outside doors in sight, one in the kitchen and the front door in the middle of the front wall of the cabin. They were both secured with deadbolts. I had watched Alvin use the key to lock the two that were on the front door after he had finished hauling in a large store of firewood.
Alvin, my keeper, was right. That roaring fire was quick to start warming things up. And I had on a lot of insulation. The blanket wrapped into at least five layers, the sweat suit over pantyhose and socks. I was starting to cook. He had taken off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves as he worked putting things away in the kitchen.
"Hey, could you let me out of this blanket. I'm burning up."
He stopped and looked across the space between us with a leering smile.
"Yeah. I was hopin' you'd be gettin' hot pretty soon. I got plans to help cool you off."
He turned away from the open cabinet where he had been standing, and started toward me with a broad smile on his face. His right hand was held up so that I had a good view of the large bundle of white cotton rope he had found in the cabinet. His chuckle was sinister.
"Look what I found. I sure am glad I packed your black sexy underwear."
He stood in front of sofa and pulled me to standing, quickly dropped his left shoulder and in a smooth move tossed me over and lifted me off the floor. We went up the stairs to the loft that did turn out to be the bedroom just as I had guessed. Against the shuttered windows at the back wall there was a king sized bed and like everything else here made of knotty pine. Each corner was a large carved pine post about six feet tall and six inches or more in diameter. The headboard pair was connected across the top by another pine post with smaller spindles running vertically ever few inches. The foot was exactly the same. The bed had a dozen or more pillows and was covered with handmade quilts. There were night tables on either side of the head and a chest of drawers against one sidewall. The fireplace chimney was directly opposite the foot of the big bed and with only about eighteen inches of walk space. The chimney was covered from floor to ceiling its entire six-foot width with a plate glass mirror.
He unceremoniously dumped me on the bed and turned to the two bags in the floor next to the chest. He stooped and opened the larger bag and dug through the things there until he had found what he wanted. One at a time he tossed things on the bed next to me. First a black bra, then black panties, then the black half-slip, followed finally by the lacey black garter belt. Then he closed the zipper and opened the smaller bag. There he retrieved a pair of black stockings and put them on the bed too.
He stood and without comment, tossed the coil of white rope onto the bed as well. Then he stooped to start untying the strips of sheet holding the blanket closed. After I was completely free he stood over me and looked down.
"I'm gonna go back down stairs and give you some privacy so you can change clothes. You know what I want. Call me when you're dressed."
I only shrugged and nodded my acquiescence. He bumped down the stairs and left me to my work. First I took a couple of minutes to stretch. I knew what was coming so I wanted to enjoy a minute or two of freedom first. I knew that he was going to tie me to the bed and I didn't know how long it would be for. But then finally I gave in to the inevitable. I pulled off the sweats then the hose and socks, then the bra and panties. I put on the black bra and was surprised at how sheer and lacey it was. The panties were French cut and extremely low as well. There was cleavage showing above the elastic waistband in back. The garter belt was just lace and straps and it fit me like it was custom made. Then the stockings were next. I had been correct in my guess that it would be the pair with the seams up the back. When I took them in my hands, I realized that they were not ordinary nylon. As I worked my fingers down into foot of the first, I realized that it must be silk. I even got a chill as I slid the first onto my bare foot. This was a totally new experience for me. I'd never worn stockings and garters, much less silk ones. I was careful to pull the stocking snug and to gently slide it up me leg, checking to make sure that the seams were going on straight. I didn't have any problem hooking the front clip, but the back one took a little effort. Then I put on the second one. Realizing as I was pulling up the second stocking on my left leg that I could see myself in the mirror, I stopped for a minute to look. The reflected image really was sexy. I stood to clip the second stocking into place and as I looked down at my feet, the sight of my toes with the fuchsia nails through the black silk framed by the soft white of the carpet really had an erotic effect. No wonder men liked to see women dressed like this. While still standing, I put on the black half-slip. It was mostly lace too so I had very little in the way of clothing on, certainly nothing to protect me from prying eyes let alone prying hands once I was at his mercy. I shrugged it off. The sooner we got started, the sooner ... well what ever. I walked across the white-carpeted floor to the loft railing and called downstairs.
"Hey. I'm changed."
Then I went back and sat on the corner of the bed. The white rope was lying there and for some reason I couldn't resist fingering it briefly then taking it in my hands and pulling to test its strength. It was strong enough. Then after a minute or so, I lay back on the big bed and got myself centered and comfortable.
He was on his way up the stairs by the time I was settled. When he came onto the loft and had a full view of me, he stopped and just stared. After at least two full minutes I finally spoke first.
"Well, isn't this what you wanted? Aren't you going to tie me to the bed?"
He grinned from ear to ear.
"You bet your pretty sweet ass I am!"
He grabbed the rope and pulled arms lengths from the bundle. Two lengths, about twelve feet, then he cut it with his pocketknife. Again, then six more times. He cut eight pieces in all, and as he did each, he wound it around his open hand making a neat series of loops, which he put on the chest behind him. When he finished that chore, he reached back into one of his rear pockets and pulled something out.
"Sit up for a minute first."
When I did as he instructed, I saw that he had the thin navy blue wool scarf he had used to blindfold me at the apartment. I didn't object as he securely blindfolded me again. I was beginning to feel just like a real captive. And the blindfold actually added to my sense of captivity, more of my control in his hands.
"Now lay back down."
He took my left hand since it was closest to him and he very carefully wound a piece of the rope around my wrist about five times before tying a firm knot. He gently straightened my arm out toward the corner post, where he tied the rope. I could hear him move slowly around the bed and then he was wrapping rope around my right wrist and tying a knot. As before, he stretched my right arm out straight and when he released his grip on me, the rope held it fast. I wasn't in a painful position, but I was stretched to the limit. There was no slack at all. Then he was wrapping my right ankle. After the knot was tied, the right leg was pulled straight and tied to the post. Finally he finished tying my left ankle and securing it to the left corner of the footboard. I was a perfect "X" stretched in the middle of that bed. I couldn't move except maybe a little at the hips. Then I felt him rubbing his hand up my left leg, grasping my thigh just above the knee.
In a matter of seconds I felt the rope tied there as he pulled toward the side of the bed. Next my right knee was treated to the same process. My legs would not move at all. Then elbows followed one, two and my arms were totally immobilized as well. Considering my circumstances with subtle little trials proved that I could wiggle fingers, toes and my head was pretty moveable. Most of the restricted freedom of my hips that I had mistakenly presumed only moments earlier was gone. When he slipped rope under my waist and around my midsection, I understood that even that little movement was going to be lost and it was. The only break in the silence was the movement of what was probably the chair being dragged nearer to the bed. After that stopped, just his breathing remained.
Well, I could still wiggle my fingers and toes. I had to keep my mind game going to have some sense of control. The only noticeable sounds were his breaths, and the crackling and popping of the fire downstairs. Wondering if things would be the same in a real life situation like mine was only natural. When he spoke, his voice was soft, totally non-menacing. But the sudden sound was still shocking in the near silence.
"You are really beautiful, you know. You're the best one I ever got. You're not the only one. I told you about that one on Cambridge. I found out her name was Jean. What's your name?"
Here was one of those real life situations. Should she tell him her name, at least her real name? She knew that he was probably just playing games with her head. But she had also heard that it was a good thing for the victim to be a real person to the perpetrator. That made personal violence far less likely.
"Molly's a nice name. I also got one named Callie. She was older than you. Maybe thirty. She didn't have any really sexy underwear though; just hose and bras and that sort of stuff. So I did different things to her. She had this house that had a archway in it and the top of the archway was open like a big I-beam. I made her take all her clothes off and put on just hose and a bra and panties. Then I tied her up real good, much better than you are now. I tied her legs together in six different places. I even used binder's twine to tie her big toes together. She said that hurt the worst. And I tied her hands together in front and then I made her stand under that archway. Her hands were about a foot from reaching it when I pulled her arms straight up. I tossed the rope over that beam and pulled her up tight and then tied it to the rope on her feet. So if she pulled down with her arms, it would pull her feet out from under her. Pretty good huh? She couldn't take it but about ten minutes. I bet you could do better than that. What do you think?"
She needed to make a decision about being honest with him or not. What would she do in a real life situation? She would probably have already peed herself. This would have scared the hell out of her. She might not even be able to speak if he asked her a question. She decided that she would just answer honestly.
"I hope I don't have to find out."
"There's a perfect place here to do it. Maybe later. I like you this way. But I do want to touch your legs. Would that be alright?"
"I'm tied up. What could I do about it?"
"I don't want to frighten you by just grabbing, you know."
This guy was really a nut case. So how would she really handle it? She would certainly be getting frustrated about now. She couldn't move a muscle and he's being all nice like they're on a date or something. She knew the frustration would have to come out in her voice.
"You broke into my apartment! You tied me up there ... and then ... you hauled me hundreds of miles away ... and in the trunk of the car! And then ... you make me dress up like ... this and ... tie me to a bed so I can't move anything but my fingers and toes and now you're asking permission to touch my leg?"
She let her voice drop down to normal, maybe even softer than normal as if there was some surrender in it. And when she heard her words, the word resignation came to her mind. It felt not so much like surrender as yielding to being out of control. She thought it was some of her best acting so far. She was really getting into this role as prisoner.
"Besides, you've already touched my leg several times."
"So does that mean no?"
"Look, do whatever you want. Touch my legs if that's what you want. Do it!"
I was amazed at how soft his hands were. He was very gentle and careful to keep his hands only on the stocking. He always stopped just before he reached what little bit of thigh I had exposed. He sat on the left side of the bed so my left leg got the treatment. Then he had my left foot in his hand, massaging the arch and the hollows of my ankles, then each of my toes. It actually felt really good.
I felt the bed sag on the left side as he apparently either leaned heavily on it or he actually got onto the bed. Then suddenly I was shocked to feel warm and moist on the toes of my left foot. There was only one thing that could feel that way, the inside of his mouth. And that is exactly what it was. He sucked on my toes, then with no warning, bit gently in the arch tickling slightly. I pulled involuntarily away, but of course there was no way my foot was moving anywhere. Then he was biting at my anklebone, his tongue sliding slowly up the inside of my calf. He lingered at my knee for several minutes, making circles with his tongue and biting the inside on the fleshier part of the joint. Until that point, it had been easy to stay fairly still, but then he bit gently on the inside of my thigh just above the knee. I couldn't control the reaction. My entire body jerked. He didn't seem to pay much attention to my struggling though. He continued his travel up my left leg. I knew that it was inevitable that in this position, he might go further, so I wasn't really surprised when I felt his tongue on the exposed flesh above the stocking top. And it did send an electrical shock through my body.
Just as suddenly he was moving back down and the thrill was over. I felt him get up from the bed and heard him walk away toward the stairs and go down them heavily. I couldn't move and I couldn't see, so I was sentenced to just wait for whatever might happen next.