Hey everybody, got what should measure up to be a more action-packed story for you all compared to my recent tales. Note: this story is not connected with my established IntimateVerse with Danny and Katie, Jack and Ryan, the Throuple and Cassandra, all that said, I hope you enjoy this!
Meet our two main characters... innocent goth girl Natalie:
And our mysterious femme fatale, Natalie’s captor:
Please leave a comment with any feedback you may have, don’t worry I’m a big boy, I can take it haha. Enjoy!
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“Hellmmmmph! Smmmbmmdmm helmmph!”
A beautiful blonde college student sat in the cold bathroom of a strange, dark hotel room. The poor black-clad girl had awoken to find herself unable to speak but for the duct tape wrapped tightly and repeatedly around her mouth, unable to move but for the rest of the tape that encircled almost her entire upper body, mummifying her arms against her back and with only her fingers able to poke out and wriggle. Her black Metallica t-shirt and black hoodie were invisible beneath the thick blanket of bonds.
Her legs were crossed as she sat on the cold, tiled floor, forced to do so as her fishnet-covered shins were wrapped together in the tight, shiny silver bands. Her black miniskirt had hiked up to above her butt cheeks thanks to her struggling, and would expose her white lace panties to whoever walked in through that bathroom door.
Little by little Natalie remembered, it had been a normal day, she was on her way to class, she’d stepped into the bathroom just to touch up her emo-style makeup, people thought she was kinda weird, but she was just into dark stuff and she liked to express herself. As she’d fixed up her long bleached-blonde hair and touched up her black lipstick she-... the woman!
The redhead, it was her!
That was it, a very alluring redheaded lady probably only a few years older than the twenty-one year old blonde, had walked up to the mirror next to her. She remembered that she’d felt the tiniest prick in her shoulder, just above her long fishnet fingerless gloves, right as the woman had walked by... she’d felt so so sleepy in so little time, the world had faded to black.
And now here she was, taped up within an inch of her life in a strange bathroom, black-stained tears running down her pretty young face.
“Mmm-hm-hm-hm-hmph!” Natalie sobbed, wondering what fate awaited her. All sorts of horror movie-esque scenarios were racing through her young mind...
And then, in the worst timing possible, the doorknob started to rattle as it was slowly turned open...
Creeeeeeeeeeak...
Slowly, ominously, the door swung open to reveal, clear as day, Natalie's abductor:
A woman in about her early thirties stood in the doorway, very tall and imposing with a no-no sense air of authority hanging in the air about her. Her dirty red, almost brunette hair was tied up in a neat bun which allowed Natalie a clear look at the woman's stern, but rather beautiful face. The lady looked like a supermodel or an actress, or at least Natalie would be more inclined to think so we're she not heavily duct taped and at this woman's mercy.
Frozen in fear, Nat shrinked into a ball in the corner next to the toilet. The woman took a few steps forward in her almost military-style heavy boots, she wore form-fitting black cargo pants, a zipped-up leather jacket, and just underneath, a plain white tank top. Kneeling down, the woman reached out with her right hand and took Natalie by the jaw, causing the young college girl to panic.
"Nommmmph, plmmmmph nomm plmmmmph!" Nat bucked and kicked her bound legs at the woman, unable to press her back into the corner any more if she tried.
"Shhh, I'm not going to hurt you." Finally the mysterious redhead spoke. She moved Nat's head back and forth from side to side, she seemed to be... Inspecting her? Like, what? A medical checkup or something?
Nat was too scared to wonder just what this woman was up to. She hyperventilated like crazy in the lady's grasp, her reassurances doing nothing to keep her calm.
Releasing her, the woman stood up, and placed a finger to her ear drum.
"Hal, no sign of a tracker, I think we'll be good here for a while at least. Yeah no shit I need to know the second they start coming..." She spoke urgently to an unseen third party.
Hal? A tracker? They? Who were 'They?'
"Plmmmmph, whmmmph gmmm-mm mm?!!" Natalie sobbed and mumbled into the thick band of tape around her mouth.
"Shhh it's ok Natalie, you're not in any danger with me." The woman kneeled down again, this time placing her hands gently on the scared goth girls' shoulders.
"Mmmmph?" Natalie certainly hoped that was the case, but being kidnapped by this woman hadn't exactly given her a strong first impression of feeling safe, not only that, but this woman knew her name, how did she know her name???
"Sigh... I suppose now is as good a time as any to explain. Here, I'm sorry let's get you up off this floor..."
Hauling Natalie to her feet with surprising strength, the red-haired lady carried the bound and gagged young beauty over her shoulder and into the hotel bedroom, placing her softly on the edge of the bed where she could sit, cross-legged on the soft mattress, a welcome change after the cold hard tiles of the bathroom.
"Now Natalie..." The woman began, pulling up a chair to sit in front of her at the end of the bed. "I need you to understand: your life is in danger, serious danger... Some very, very bad people are after you, but I'm not one of them."
Trembling with fear and her head aching with pain and confusion, Natalie said and did nothing, merely looking at her captor with an uncertain expression. Why would anyone be after her? She was nobody special, nobody important, just some random goth girl with a single father struggling to pay her way through college, hell she barely had any friends, and she liked it that way, she lived her whole life under the radar very much on purpose...
"I had to grab you from your school while I still could, they were about to move on you. I wish I hadn't had to take you like this but..."
Suddenly, the woman cut her speech short, raising her finger back to her ear. Her voice expression hardened and became more alert as she stood up rapidly and dashed over to one of the closed windows, peaking through the curtains.
"How long?" She barked at the man in her ear apparently known as "Hal". She marched back over to the taped-up goth beauty. "How many? Shit! Ok we're moving."
Moving?! Where? Who was coming? What the fuck was going on?! Natalie mumbled profusely into her gag.
"Mmmmph?! Wmmph hmmpmmnmmph?!?!"
"Natalie I don't have time to explain now, ok? I just... Please, I NEED you to trust me, your life depends on it, do you understand? I'm the one trying to keep you safe..."
The woman spoke firmly and quickly as she took out a knife and in one swift motion, cut the pretty bleached blonde girls legs free.
"I need you to come with me, and don't fight me, do you understand?"
Still trembling, and now more confused than ever, Natalie looked into the woman's dark, piercing brown eyes... They also looked somewhat afraid, but, also, concerned... Concerned for Natalie? Or for herself? How could she know? Maybe this woman was just crazy...
But what if she WAS telling the truth?
Natalie nodded.
"Ok, stand up, I'm sorry I don't have time to untie you, do what I say, when I say it, and we'll get through this."
Yanking Natalie up off the bed by her tape-encased arm, the woman approached the door to the hotel room and paused, speaking again to the mysterious Hal in her ear.
"Hal, we're on the move, find us a safe route..."
TO BE CONTINUED
No just a guy named Hal lolll.
