The Mark – Part I
Liv sat in the driver’s seat of her Range Rover staring intently at the front door of the small house. The Tudor style home was modest, she thought. He was also quite young for her, as she looked down momentarily at the photographs in the file she’d been given. Usually her marks had more elegant or prominent residences and were on the more experienced side of life – and industry.
“This better be good info and one hell of a payday,” Liv said to herself as she studied the file. VP of a large Sheffield bank who knows how the system works so stays liquid because of it. Takes suckers for a ride and steals their money legally. Loads of cash in his home like a proper twat. The worst part, he was good looking, too. Some fuckers have all the luck, and that’s why there are people like me in the world – to balance the scales, Liv thought to herself, still studying the pictures. This prick deserves what’s coming to him.
Daylight had long passed on the unusually warm winter evening in Loxley. It had been dark for nearly four hours as 9:00pm approached on Friday evening, and Liv had been parked outside of Simon’s home for two of them, waiting patiently.
Just then Liv heard the door of the garage begin to open. She looked up to see the door up and the BMW i7 crawl out onto the driveway. The door closed automatically behind the car and after a few moments, it exited the driveway and picked up speed down the street, turning the corner to head out onto the main road.
“A hundred thousand pound car - that’s a good start,” Liv said out loud to herself as she started up her own pricey SUV to give chase.
Liv had been surveilling Simon for a week and even managed to clone his phone. When his phone rang, her phone rang. When he received a text, so did she. She knew his plans tonight were to meet up with the lads at the pub a few towns over. The lads were always better than family or a date – they wouldn’t keep calling or come snooping around when Simon never showed up. But she also needed his garage empty to park her own car. It was too conspicuous to leave parked anywhere else near his home.
She’d done well for herself as a high-end burglar, no doubt. But Liv’s family was from the old school and she didn’t come from money or education. She came from the rougher side of the tracks and now that she worked her way up, wasn’t going to save anything for a retirement fund. In being honest with herself, she wasn’t sure if she expected to live that long, anyway.
Liv pulled out to the main road and accelerated to close the gap between her and Simon. He was driving faster than she thought he would and it took longer than she expected. As they wound their way through the near-empty streets, she needed to catch and pass him fast. The old barn she’d rented for the month was coming up, only 3 kilometers away. Finally, she caught up as a sharp turn approached and they were forced to slow. Coming around the bend, Liv could see the driveway to the barn and hit the accelerator. She swerved around Simon into the oncoming traffic lane and crossed over the line in front of him before slowing down to the limit.
Simon flashed Liv with his high beams, making her squint for a brief moment. Understandable. She was driving like a mad woman at the moment, and he would understand shortly. Simon was close on her bumper now and as they came up to the driveway, Liv hit the brakes hard and braced herself for impact. Simon had little time to react. He reached down and pulled the Emergency brake but it was too late. His BMW rear-ended the Range Rover with a loud, metallic clang.
Both cars rolled to a stop. In the BMW, Simon was full of emotions: anger, frustration, confusion. What the fuck had just happened? What was that nonsense? He unclipped his belt and opened the door.
In the Range Rover, Liv took a moment to gather herself, pulled on the ski mask that was sitting on her passenger seat, and reached into the glove compartment to pull out the Kahr PM9 that she always used. The pocket pistol had been a gift from her father for her protection when she turned 18 and, although she never needed to fire it, she had used it many times. Probably not what he had in mind, but oh well. She used it to get ahead in life so she was sure he wouldn’t be too upset.
Liv unclipped her belt and opened the door.
The two began to walk toward each other. Liv staring straight at Simon while Simon motioned to the cars with his hands and examined the dent on his front bumper and hood.
“What are you doing? Why did you cut me off like that? Where did you learn to drive? Fuck me this is going to be expensive,” Simon rattled off. He put his face in his hands and made an annoyed scream-like sound. He stopped and placed his hands on his hips and took a deep breath before facing the other driver.
“Okay,” Simon said, sounding exasperated as he looked up from the ground. “Are you ok—"
Liv stood two meters away with her pistol held tight to her right hip and pointed directly at Simon. She was clad in all black: black trainers, black leather gloves, black leggings, a tight, long-sleeved black top, and a black ski mask. The only non-black visible was the white skin showing from the top of her nose up to just above her eyes. The end of her long, blond hair escaped from the bottom of the ski mask and were matched by her piercing blue eyes, illuminated by the headlights of Simon’s BWM.
Simon instinctively raised his hands toward the woman in a “calm down” stance.
With her keys in her left hand, she held the boot button and the door opened.
“No questions. Get in, cunt.”
Simon stood there in shock, not quite sure what to say or how to respond. Was this really happening? Was be being carjacked? Robbed? Abducted? A moment ago, he was furious at the driver that had caused a collision with his beautiful car. Then he calmed down to make sure she was alright, because that’s the type of person he is. He’d worked hard on his personal growth over the years and was happy that others were becoming more and more front of mind for him. And now, this? The rollercoaster of emotions of the last 15 seconds was intense.
Now, he stood there with a gun pointed at him. He was a man, a tough man. Standing 5’10” but carrying himself much taller, he spent time in the gym and filled out his white shirt and black suit jacket nicely. Options ran through his mind. Turn and run and risk being shot in the back? Try to disarm her? Try to talk her down? Whatever the options, surely, he could handle this situation like the man he was.
However, this wasn’t Liv’s first go-around. She knew the delay in his reply meant that he was considering his options. She stepped toward Simon and extended her arm out straight, pulled the hammer and cocked the weapon. A bullet was now in the chamber.
“This isn’t about you so don’t try to be a hero and you’ll be fine. But do what is best for you in this moment and get in the fucking boot,” Liv said calmly.
“Okay, okay…just, relax,” he said as he began to slowly walk toward the Range Rover, still with his hands up in a defensive position toward his assailant. “What is it that you want; I can get it for you.”
“I know you can,” replied the assailant. “That’s why you’re going to get in the boot, right now.”
The boot was spotless and empty, except for a few rolls of gray duct tape tucked in the corner.
As Simon walked, Liv turned to keep her weapon pointed on her mark.
Simon sat on the edge of the boot and rested his hands on the car.
“Legs up, tape your ankles,” Liv commanded as she motioned toward the corner with her weapon.
Simon took a big sigh and then did as he was instructed. He lifted his legs into the boot and picked up the tape. It scratched to life as he began to wrap it around the bottom of his brown Chinos to avoid getting any tape on his leg hair. His no-show black socks fell below the top of his black dress shoes.
Simon ripped the tape after several times around and placed it down before looking up at Liv.
“Above and below your knees.”
Simon paused and took another sigh - before continuing - still thinking of how he might turn this around, but with each roll of the tape it became more difficult to imagine how he’d get out. He passed the tape from hand to hand as he wrapped his lower extremities together.
“Now your thighs.”
Liv was still calm. There’s no way this is her first time doing this, thought Simon, as he completed taping his legs. He, again, placed the tape on the carpet of the boot and leaned back onto his elbows. Liv reached into her back pocket and pulled out a white handkerchief. She tossed it to him so that it landed on his chest.
“For fuck’s sake…” Simon said with an annoyed look on his face.
“In your mouth and then wrap the tape around.”
He did as he was told, placing the white cloth into his mouth and wrapping the tape three times around his head, careful to only get the tape on the buzzed portion of his short, black hair. He tried to tape lightly, too, in the hopes that he may be able to call for help if the opportunity arose.
“Now roll over, onto your stomach, hands behind your back.”
Again, Simon did this, but slowly. It was his last chance to turn the tables – as low of a chance as he had.
Liv approached him and lowered the gun. She uncocked the hammer and tucked the weapon into the back of her leggings.
“This is it,” thought Simon. “Now or never.” His heart raced as his captor stepped closer.
Just as she was about to jump into the boot to tape his wrists, Simon spun and lifted his hands to block her. But Liv was no idiot and, like Simon thought, this was not her first time. Instead of jumping in toward his legs to grab at the tape, she jumped at his chest as he turned, blocking his hands with one arm and swiftly pulling a knife from – he wasn’t sure, exactly. But he knew that his arms were raised in an awkward position, he was half-twisted, his legs completely immobilized, and the cold metal of a switch blade now pressed into his neck.
“What did I say, cunt?!” Liv asked with anger in her voice, but trying to sound calm. “I’m not here to hurt you, but I will if you make me. It’s up to you. Do as you’re fucking told for the next hour and have one hell of a story to tell to the lads, or end up in the fucking hospital on life support.”
Liv pressed the sharp end harder into Simon’s neck.
“Or worse.”
Simon lifted his wrists and stopped pushing against his captor. He nodded slowly and, as Liv lifted herself off of him, returned to his initial position. Liv closed the blade and grabbed the tape. The rip of the start of the tape was a dagger to Simon’s spirit. As Liv wound the tape around Simon’s wrists, he could only think of what the fuck he had done to deserve this, and think how he could possibly get out of it. Right now, the prospects of escape didn’t seem too great. More ripping as the wrists finished but his captor began to wrap the tape around his eyes. She also wrapped the tape several more times around his mouth, much tighter than he had before. He was resigned to his fate. He’d lost and was now bound and gagged in the back of a stranger’s boot about to be driven to a mystery location for a mystery purpose. This was not the amazing Friday night he had imagined just a few short hours ago.
The Mark (F/M, F/MF, F/F) - Updated Parts I-IV (Conclusion)
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The Mark (F/M, F/MF, F/F) - Updated Parts I-IV (Conclusion)
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Great Start. Please continueBearPlants wrote: ↑1 year ago The Mark – Part I
Liv sat in the driver’s seat of her Range Rover staring intently at the front door of the small house. The Tudor style home was modest, she thought. He was also quite young for her, as she looked down momentarily at the photographs in the file she’d been given. Usually her marks had more elegant or prominent residences and were on the more experienced side of life – and industry.
“This better be good info and one hell of a payday,” Liv said to herself as she studied the file. VP of a large Sheffield bank who knows how the system works so stays liquid because of it. Takes suckers for a ride and steals their money legally. Loads of cash in his home like a proper twat. The worst part, he was good looking, too. Some fuckers have all the luck, and that’s why there are people like me in the world – to balance the scales, Liv thought to herself, still studying the pictures. This prick deserves what’s coming to him.
Daylight had long passed on the unusually warm winter evening in Loxley. It had been dark for nearly four hours as 9:00pm approached on Friday evening, and Liv had been parked outside of Simon’s home for two of them, waiting patiently.
Just then Liv heard the door of the garage begin to open. She looked up to see the door up and the BMW i7 crawl out onto the driveway. The door closed automatically behind the car and after a few moments, it exited the driveway and picked up speed down the street, turning the corner to head out onto the main road.
“A hundred thousand pound car - that’s a good start,” Liv said out loud to herself as she started up her own pricey SUV to give chase.
Liv had been surveilling Simon for a week and even managed to clone his phone. When his phone rang, her phone rang. When he received a text, so did she. She knew his plans tonight were to meet up with the lads at the pub a few towns over. The lads were always better than family or a date – they wouldn’t keep calling or come snooping around when Simon never showed up. But she also needed his garage empty to park her own car. It was too conspicuous to leave parked anywhere else near his home.
She’d done well for herself as a high-end burglar, no doubt. But Liv’s family was from the old school and she didn’t come from money or education. She came from the rougher side of the tracks and now that she worked her way up, wasn’t going to save anything for a retirement fund. In being honest with herself, she wasn’t sure if she expected to live that long, anyway.
Liv pulled out to the main road and accelerated to close the gap between her and Simon. He was driving faster than she thought he would and it took longer than she expected. As they wound their way through the near-empty streets, she needed to catch and pass him fast. The old barn she’d rented for the month was coming up, only 3 kilometers away. Finally, she caught up as a sharp turn approached and they were forced to slow. Coming around the bend, Liv could see the driveway to the barn and hit the accelerator. She swerved around Simon into the oncoming traffic lane and crossed over the line in front of him before slowing down to the limit.
Simon flashed Liv with his high beams, making her squint for a brief moment. Understandable. She was driving like a mad woman at the moment, and he would understand shortly. Simon was close on her bumper now and as they came up to the driveway, Liv hit the brakes hard and braced herself for impact. Simon had little time to react. He reached down and pulled the Emergency brake but it was too late. His BMW rear-ended the Range Rover with a loud, metallic clang.
Both cars rolled to a stop. In the BMW, Simon was full of emotions: anger, frustration, confusion. What the fuck had just happened? What was that nonsense? He unclipped his belt and opened the door.
In the Range Rover, Liv took a moment to gather herself, pulled on the ski mask that was sitting on her passenger seat, and reached into the glove compartment to pull out the Kahr PM9 that she always used. The pocket pistol had been a gift from her father for her protection when she turned 18 and, although she never needed to fire it, she had used it many times. Probably not what he had in mind, but oh well. She used it to get ahead in life so she was sure he wouldn’t be too upset.
Liv unclipped her belt and opened the door.
The two began to walk toward each other. Liv staring straight at Simon while Simon motioned to the cars with his hands and examined the dent on his front bumper and hood.
“What are you doing? Why did you cut me off like that? Where did you learn to drive? Fuck me this is going to be expensive,” Simon rattled off. He put his face in his hands and made an annoyed scream-like sound. He stopped and placed his hands on his hips and took a deep breath before facing the other driver.
“Okay,” Simon said, sounding exasperated as he looked up from the ground. “Are you ok—"
Liv stood two meters away with her pistol held tight to her right hip and pointed directly at Simon. She was clad in all black: black trainers, black leather gloves, black leggings, a tight, long-sleeved black top, and a black ski mask. The only non-black visible was the white skin showing from the top of her nose up to just above her eyes. The end of her long, blond hair escaped from the bottom of the ski mask and were matched by her piercing blue eyes, illuminated by the headlights of Simon’s BWM.
Simon instinctively raised his hands toward the woman in a “calm down” stance.
With her keys in her left hand, she held the boot button and the door opened.
“No questions. Get in, cunt.”
Simon stood there in shock, not quite sure what to say or how to respond. Was this really happening? Was be being carjacked? Robbed? Abducted? A moment ago, he was furious at the driver that had caused a collision with his beautiful car. Then he calmed down to make sure she was alright, because that’s the type of person he is. He’d worked hard on his personal growth over the years and was happy that others were becoming more and more front of mind for him. And now, this? The rollercoaster of emotions of the last 15 seconds was intense.
Now, he stood there with a gun pointed at him. He was a man, a tough man. Standing 5’10” but carrying himself much taller, he spent time in the gym and filled out his white shirt and black suit jacket nicely. Options ran through his mind. Turn and run and risk being shot in the back? Try to disarm her? Try to talk her down? Whatever the options, surely, he could handle this situation like the man he was.
However, this wasn’t Liv’s first go-around. She knew the delay in his reply meant that he was considering his options. She stepped toward Simon and extended her arm out straight, pulled the hammer and cocked the weapon. A bullet was now in the chamber.
“This isn’t about you so don’t try to be a hero and you’ll be fine. But do what is best for you in this moment and get in the fucking boot,” Liv said calmly.
“Okay, okay…just, relax,” he said as he began to slowly walk toward the Range Rover, still with his hands up in a defensive position toward his assailant. “What is it that you want; I can get it for you.”
“I know you can,” replied the assailant. “That’s why you’re going to get in the boot, right now.”
The boot was spotless and empty, except for a few rolls of gray duct tape tucked in the corner.
As Simon walked, Liv turned to keep her weapon pointed on her mark.
Simon sat on the edge of the boot and rested his hands on the car.
“Legs up, tape your ankles,” Liv commanded as she motioned toward the corner with her weapon.
Simon took a big sigh and then did as he was instructed. He lifted his legs into the boot and picked up the tape. It scratched to life as he began to wrap it around the bottom of his brown Chinos to avoid getting any tape on his leg hair. His no-show black socks fell below the top of his black dress shoes.
Simon ripped the tape after several times around and placed it down before looking up at Liv.
“Above and below your knees.”
Simon paused and took another sigh - before continuing - still thinking of how he might turn this around, but with each roll of the tape it became more difficult to imagine how he’d get out. He passed the tape from hand to hand as he wrapped his lower extremities together.
“Now your thighs.”
Liv was still calm. There’s no way this is her first time doing this, thought Simon, as he completed taping his legs. He, again, placed the tape on the carpet of the boot and leaned back onto his elbows. Liv reached into her back pocket and pulled out a white handkerchief. She tossed it to him so that it landed on his chest.
“For fuck’s sake…” Simon said with an annoyed look on his face.
“In your mouth and then wrap the tape around.”
He did as he was told, placing the white cloth into his mouth and wrapping the tape three times around his head, careful to only get the tape on the buzzed portion of his short, black hair. He tried to tape lightly, too, in the hopes that he may be able to call for help if the opportunity arose.
“Now roll over, onto your stomach, hands behind your back.”
Again, Simon did this, but slowly. It was his last chance to turn the tables – as low of a chance as he had.
Liv approached him and lowered the gun. She uncocked the hammer and tucked the weapon into the back of her leggings.
“This is it,” thought Simon. “Now or never.” His heart raced as his captor stepped closer.
Just as she was about to jump into the boot to tape his wrists, Simon spun and lifted his hands to block her. But Liv was no idiot and, like Simon thought, this was not her first time. Instead of jumping in toward his legs to grab at the tape, she jumped at his chest as he turned, blocking his hands with one arm and swiftly pulling a knife from – he wasn’t sure, exactly. But he knew that his arms were raised in an awkward position, he was half-twisted, his legs completely immobilized, and the cold metal of a switch blade now pressed into his neck.
“What did I say, cunt?!” Liv asked with anger in her voice, but trying to sound calm. “I’m not here to hurt you, but I will if you make me. It’s up to you. Do as you’re fucking told for the next hour and have one hell of a story to tell to the lads, or end up in the fucking hospital on life support.”
Liv pressed the sharp end harder into Simon’s neck.
“Or worse.”
Simon lifted his wrists and stopped pushing against his captor. He nodded slowly and, as Liv lifted herself off of him, returned to his initial position. Liv closed the blade and grabbed the tape. The rip of the start of the tape was a dagger to Simon’s spirit. As Liv wound the tape around Simon’s wrists, he could only think of what the fuck he had done to deserve this, and think how he could possibly get out of it. Right now, the prospects of escape didn’t seem too great. More ripping as the wrists finished but his captor began to wrap the tape around his eyes. She also wrapped the tape several more times around his mouth, much tighter than he had before. He was resigned to his fate. He’d lost and was now bound and gagged in the back of a stranger’s boot about to be driven to a mystery location for a mystery purpose. This was not the amazing Friday night he had imagined just a few short hours ago.
A really strong start, well done. I look forward to finding out what happens next.
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Great start! Please continue as fast as possible!
Hopefully Simon get's also a nice forced nudity experience!
Hopefully Simon get's also a nice forced nudity experience!
A nice bit of writing - sets the story up really well. Lots of things could happen ... I do hope so!
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Fantastic first chapter!!!
It's incredibly suspenseful...
Just when Simon thinks he'll have a night out at the pub with the lads, he's in a fender bender, then...
a mysterious woman pulls a gun on him, orders him into the trunk of her car, then orders him to tape his legs up, gag himself...
A strong, cocksure lad himself, Simon thinks he can overpower her still, but...
He soon learns his place!
Please, continue!!!
It's incredibly suspenseful...
Just when Simon thinks he'll have a night out at the pub with the lads, he's in a fender bender, then...
a mysterious woman pulls a gun on him, orders him into the trunk of her car, then orders him to tape his legs up, gag himself...
A strong, cocksure lad himself, Simon thinks he can overpower her still, but...
He soon learns his place!
Please, continue!!!
Excellent start, it's very well written, and plenty of tension throughout! Looks like Simon is in plenty of trouble, but I guess we'll see what happens next
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Great start! Yhank you!!!
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Would be nice to know the age of both chatacters.
Can't wait so see what "he deserve thats coming up to him".
Can't wait so see what "he deserve thats coming up to him".
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I really loved the intro! Can't wait to read more 
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Thanks for the comments all, glad so many enjoyed it!
The Mark - Part II
Liv rolled Simon onto his back and began digging around his pockets for his keys when she noticed the bulge starting to form in his crotch.
“Well this is a first,” she leaned in and whispered to Simon and she slowly stroked her hand over his growing penis.
Simon had to admit, he was turned on by this. But he was also mortified. This was his captor. Someone who is now toying and humiliating him. Him! A man’s man who graduated with Honours from Uni, was voted “Most Likely to Succeed”, and was named Employee of the Year for his entire company. He had women at his beck and call and ran full marathon’s for fun. And now this – abducted and humiliated by a petty thief. A woman, no less. The agony of it. Hopefully this would be over soon enough and no one would ever have to know about it.
She found his keys and hopped out, pressing the open/close button on the door and walking away. Simon could hear the crunch-crunch-crunch of his captor’s footsteps as she walked away and he listened to the mechanism of the door closing automatically before it clicked into place, leaving him in the dark silence. He listened to his own breath through his nose and felt around for something, anything that could help him, but there was nothing.
Liv got into Simon’s BMW and hit the Power button. She shifted into Drive and guided the luxury sedan around her Range Rover and turned down the driveway to the old barn. She drove down the driveway and to the back of the building, where she got out, opened the barn doors, got back into the i7, and drove in. She grabbed the garage door opener to Simon’s home garage and as she opened the driver’s door to step out, the dim glow of the overhead light shown on Simon’s wallet on the passenger side floor. It must have gone flying during the collision. She picked it up and opened it.
“Jackpot!” she shrieked out loud with a smile. Simon had over a thousand pounds in cash in there, which the thief gladly helped herself to. Running through the bills, Liv noticed a folded yellow sticky note between two of the hundred-pound notes. She unfolded it and her glee turned to concern.
Your place. Midnight.
“Fuck,” Liv said. Maybe it’s not for tonight; Maybe this is an old note.”
But Liv knew she couldn’t take any chances. Her thoughts raced. She now had to rush and finish up before midnight. But she had planned to have all night to help herself to her mark’s cash and whatever else was easily accessible. Not like it would all just be sitting out on the kitchen table. It might take some time to find. And even still – she was a thief, not a murderer. Her plan was to leave the mark unharmed, just bound and gagged in an uncomfortable situation to be found when she made an anonymous phone call Saturday afternoon when she was well away. She considered her options for a moment and decided against killing him. But who was this note from? Probably a lover, but you never know. Would she be able to overpower a second person? Now a much more risky endeavor. Call the whole thing off right now? No – she was too far in. She would push on and improvise as needed, which was definitely against her own rules. Have a plan and stick to it. But the amount of money sitting in Simon’s home, just waiting for someone like Liv to come along and pluck it. There’s an exception to every rule…
She took the wallet and ran back to her Range Rover. She’d already spent more time on the side of the road than she wanted and now she had to hurry. She glanced at her Apple Watch on the quick jog back: 10:00pm. It would take at least 20 minutes to get back and another 10 to unload her cargo. The more that was complete before her unexpected guest arrived, the better.
Liv got back to her Rover and hopped into the driver side.
“You still back there?” Liv asked with a chuckle.
“Mmmph!,” Simon replied, still immobile in his predicament.
Liv started up her SUV and pulled a U-turn in the road, accelerating away and back toward Simon’s home.
20 minutes later she arrived at the house and backed into the driveway. The garage door opened and she backed into the parking space, leaving room for the boot to open before clicking the button to close the garage door.
Simon could feel the car pull to a stop and heard the garage door engine working. It sounded like his, but he just had a normal automatic garage door, so it could be anywhere. No big deal.
“Welcome home,” Liv said as she opened the car door and stepped out into Simon’s garage.
Fuck! It IS my house….double FUCK! No no no no NO NO NO, Simon thought. His heart began to race and he went into a mini panic. Mia! Fuck!
She was coming over at midnight but he wasn’t sure if his captor had found the note in his wallet. She’d slipped him earlier in the day and he was hanging on to it for dear life. Simon wanted this ordeal to be over but knew that a) she would end up finding him like this, and b) she probably wouldn’t be able to overtake a gun-wielding criminal. This made it an easy decision: he would endure this for as long as it took if it meant that she stayed away and would be safe.
The door to the boot began to open and Liv stepped around to the back. She unlocked the door leading into Simon’s home while he began to squirm in the car more and more. Simon started to protest into his gag pleading, begging for this not to be real, but to no avail. The nightmare was happening.
“Knock it off. I told you this wasn’t about you, but it is about your money,” Liv said as she opened her switchblade and cut the duct tape around Simon’s ankles and below his knees.
“Up we go!” Liv cheerily said as she helped Simon to his feet. She guided him into the kitchen with a waddle and sat him down on a chair at the kitchen table before returning to the garage and closing up.
Simon heard his captor pull up another chair and sit down next to him, also putting a small duffel bag on the table. She cleared her throat, took a deep breath, and spoke:
“So, Simon, here’s what’s going to happen. I know you keep most of your money here at home, in cash. I have this on good authority.
What? Simon thought? Is she takin’ the piss? Does she know I work for a bank?
“Right now, it is – 10:30, and I know you’re expecting company at midnight.”
Fuck! This bitch knows….fuck….nooooooo. Mia….
“…so I’m going to do as much as I can in the next hour and then prepare for our 3rd wheel. I’ve been planning this night for a long time and it looks like this is just a bit of bad luck. Oh well, we have to deal with it.”
Liv was completely bluffing here. She had no real idea who was coming or even if someone was coming. She paused to gauge Simon’s reaction, which his head dropping told her all she needed to know. Simon had female company coming over.
“So, I’m going to tape you to the chair here and go grab what I came here for. Sound good?”
Simon dejectedly, slowly nodded his head twice to show he understood. But he didn’t know what she meant – he didn’t keep much cash at home, it was all invested. He was smart like that took advice from people who were even smarter than he, that’s how he had done so well, so quickly. But did she know about his other money, his side hustle money?
Liv taped Simon’s right ankle to the leg of the chair and then did the same with the left. She also taped around his torso to secure his upper body to the chair. She picked up the small duffel bag, which held a number of much larger duffel bags folded up, and walked away, her trainers not making much noise at all on his floor.
Simon sat there in silence for what seemed like forever, with nothing but his thoughts. Why, WHY did this have to happen tonight. On the night Mia was coming over out of all the nights. The night when everything was coming together for them. Simon thought back to when they met in the lunch spot between their two office buildings in downtown Sheffield a year prior. They had instant chemistry but both were in downswings of previous relationships. Simon went back to the same café every day for two weeks hoping to run into her again, and when he finally did, sparks flew. Their casual banter was unlike anything he’d ever had with a stranger. He’d worked in a joke about stalking her down – which he instantly regretted, but for some reason she found it funny. They’d exchanged numbers and became fast friends, but both knew that they would be more than that – eventually.
Four months into their friendship, he was the first to end things with his now ex-girlfriend. When he told her on a coffee break one day, she started to tear up and admitted that she, too, had broken things off with her boyfriend. They comforted each other and Simon was careful not to take advantage of her in a vulnerable state. So, they stayed friends for a while longer.
Then, at bowling one night two months back, she rolled a strike and came back to high-fives from the entire group. Simon was the last to high-five her and it lingered far longer than a normal slap of the hands would for friends. They both knew it, and when they sat down to await Simon’s turn, Mia sat a little closer and placed her hand on his knee. He placed his arm around her shoulder and smelled her perfume. That first night after bowling was amazing and fun. She was a great date and even better in bed. Since then, it was all fun and games, but each knew it would be more. Simon wanted to broach the subject, so last week he asked her to have lunch, which they were slated for earlier in the day. He ordered for them both, but when she arrived, she said that she was sorry but she couldn’t stay and handed him the note. His disappointment quickly faded as he opened it and read: Your place. Midnight. She grabbed the bag of food and walked away, turning at the last moment before the door and giving him a wink and a smile.
So, tonight was the night. He’d head out to have some drinks with the lads and catch up about England’s disappointing exit from the World Cup, then head home and open a bottle of wine for Mia and himself. They’d have the ‘define-the-relationship’ talk, make love, wake up on Saturday morning and that would be it: they’d be a couple.
But then this fucking cunt happened. Simon pulled at his tape hard as his blood began to boil, thinking of what might happen to Mia if she came over and this thief hadn’t found what she was looking for. He pulled hard and grunted but wasn’t going anywhere. She had secured him tightly and effectively.
Simon heard the thief coming down the stairs, and, judging by the weight of the steps marching towards him, she hadn’t found the money that wasn’t in the house.
Liv stormed up to her bound captive and began unwinding the tape around his mouth. She grabbed the handkerchief out of his mouth and nearly screamed at him.
“Okay cunt, where the fucking money!? Where is it?!”
She grabbed his hair with one hand, pulling his head backwards, and pressed the knife to his neck with the other and waited for his reply.
“I don’t know where you get your information from, but there is no money…not what you’re looking for anyway.”
“Fuck off, my sources – “
“Are wrong,” Simon cut off his assailant.
“Don’t fuck with me, I’ll fucking gut you. I know there’s money here, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands!”
“Fuck off, you know I work in banking, right? I invest everything.
“No, NO! You know the system is rigged and that’s why you keep it all here!”
Liv was raging. She was furious that this hadn’t turned into the simple robbery she was expecting.
“No, the system isn’t rigged, you just have to know how to read the signs, and most people don’t…”
Simon began to smile at the naivety of the thief. She was very good at this, but she was a fucking idiot.
Liv stepped back, lifted her hand, and backhand slapped Simon right in the face. He wasn’t expecting that and stopped smiling.
“What the fuck was that? Simon said, flexing his jaw in a small amount of pain.
“We’ll see how fucking funny you think this is soon,” Liv said, now in the calmer voice that she had presented to him earlier in the evening.
“It’s 11:30. Time to get ready for your guest.”
The Mark - Part II
Liv rolled Simon onto his back and began digging around his pockets for his keys when she noticed the bulge starting to form in his crotch.
“Well this is a first,” she leaned in and whispered to Simon and she slowly stroked her hand over his growing penis.
Simon had to admit, he was turned on by this. But he was also mortified. This was his captor. Someone who is now toying and humiliating him. Him! A man’s man who graduated with Honours from Uni, was voted “Most Likely to Succeed”, and was named Employee of the Year for his entire company. He had women at his beck and call and ran full marathon’s for fun. And now this – abducted and humiliated by a petty thief. A woman, no less. The agony of it. Hopefully this would be over soon enough and no one would ever have to know about it.
She found his keys and hopped out, pressing the open/close button on the door and walking away. Simon could hear the crunch-crunch-crunch of his captor’s footsteps as she walked away and he listened to the mechanism of the door closing automatically before it clicked into place, leaving him in the dark silence. He listened to his own breath through his nose and felt around for something, anything that could help him, but there was nothing.
Liv got into Simon’s BMW and hit the Power button. She shifted into Drive and guided the luxury sedan around her Range Rover and turned down the driveway to the old barn. She drove down the driveway and to the back of the building, where she got out, opened the barn doors, got back into the i7, and drove in. She grabbed the garage door opener to Simon’s home garage and as she opened the driver’s door to step out, the dim glow of the overhead light shown on Simon’s wallet on the passenger side floor. It must have gone flying during the collision. She picked it up and opened it.
“Jackpot!” she shrieked out loud with a smile. Simon had over a thousand pounds in cash in there, which the thief gladly helped herself to. Running through the bills, Liv noticed a folded yellow sticky note between two of the hundred-pound notes. She unfolded it and her glee turned to concern.
Your place. Midnight.
“Fuck,” Liv said. Maybe it’s not for tonight; Maybe this is an old note.”
But Liv knew she couldn’t take any chances. Her thoughts raced. She now had to rush and finish up before midnight. But she had planned to have all night to help herself to her mark’s cash and whatever else was easily accessible. Not like it would all just be sitting out on the kitchen table. It might take some time to find. And even still – she was a thief, not a murderer. Her plan was to leave the mark unharmed, just bound and gagged in an uncomfortable situation to be found when she made an anonymous phone call Saturday afternoon when she was well away. She considered her options for a moment and decided against killing him. But who was this note from? Probably a lover, but you never know. Would she be able to overpower a second person? Now a much more risky endeavor. Call the whole thing off right now? No – she was too far in. She would push on and improvise as needed, which was definitely against her own rules. Have a plan and stick to it. But the amount of money sitting in Simon’s home, just waiting for someone like Liv to come along and pluck it. There’s an exception to every rule…
She took the wallet and ran back to her Range Rover. She’d already spent more time on the side of the road than she wanted and now she had to hurry. She glanced at her Apple Watch on the quick jog back: 10:00pm. It would take at least 20 minutes to get back and another 10 to unload her cargo. The more that was complete before her unexpected guest arrived, the better.
Liv got back to her Rover and hopped into the driver side.
“You still back there?” Liv asked with a chuckle.
“Mmmph!,” Simon replied, still immobile in his predicament.
Liv started up her SUV and pulled a U-turn in the road, accelerating away and back toward Simon’s home.
20 minutes later she arrived at the house and backed into the driveway. The garage door opened and she backed into the parking space, leaving room for the boot to open before clicking the button to close the garage door.
Simon could feel the car pull to a stop and heard the garage door engine working. It sounded like his, but he just had a normal automatic garage door, so it could be anywhere. No big deal.
“Welcome home,” Liv said as she opened the car door and stepped out into Simon’s garage.
Fuck! It IS my house….double FUCK! No no no no NO NO NO, Simon thought. His heart began to race and he went into a mini panic. Mia! Fuck!
She was coming over at midnight but he wasn’t sure if his captor had found the note in his wallet. She’d slipped him earlier in the day and he was hanging on to it for dear life. Simon wanted this ordeal to be over but knew that a) she would end up finding him like this, and b) she probably wouldn’t be able to overtake a gun-wielding criminal. This made it an easy decision: he would endure this for as long as it took if it meant that she stayed away and would be safe.
The door to the boot began to open and Liv stepped around to the back. She unlocked the door leading into Simon’s home while he began to squirm in the car more and more. Simon started to protest into his gag pleading, begging for this not to be real, but to no avail. The nightmare was happening.
“Knock it off. I told you this wasn’t about you, but it is about your money,” Liv said as she opened her switchblade and cut the duct tape around Simon’s ankles and below his knees.
“Up we go!” Liv cheerily said as she helped Simon to his feet. She guided him into the kitchen with a waddle and sat him down on a chair at the kitchen table before returning to the garage and closing up.
Simon heard his captor pull up another chair and sit down next to him, also putting a small duffel bag on the table. She cleared her throat, took a deep breath, and spoke:
“So, Simon, here’s what’s going to happen. I know you keep most of your money here at home, in cash. I have this on good authority.
What? Simon thought? Is she takin’ the piss? Does she know I work for a bank?
“Right now, it is – 10:30, and I know you’re expecting company at midnight.”
Fuck! This bitch knows….fuck….nooooooo. Mia….
“…so I’m going to do as much as I can in the next hour and then prepare for our 3rd wheel. I’ve been planning this night for a long time and it looks like this is just a bit of bad luck. Oh well, we have to deal with it.”
Liv was completely bluffing here. She had no real idea who was coming or even if someone was coming. She paused to gauge Simon’s reaction, which his head dropping told her all she needed to know. Simon had female company coming over.
“So, I’m going to tape you to the chair here and go grab what I came here for. Sound good?”
Simon dejectedly, slowly nodded his head twice to show he understood. But he didn’t know what she meant – he didn’t keep much cash at home, it was all invested. He was smart like that took advice from people who were even smarter than he, that’s how he had done so well, so quickly. But did she know about his other money, his side hustle money?
Liv taped Simon’s right ankle to the leg of the chair and then did the same with the left. She also taped around his torso to secure his upper body to the chair. She picked up the small duffel bag, which held a number of much larger duffel bags folded up, and walked away, her trainers not making much noise at all on his floor.
Simon sat there in silence for what seemed like forever, with nothing but his thoughts. Why, WHY did this have to happen tonight. On the night Mia was coming over out of all the nights. The night when everything was coming together for them. Simon thought back to when they met in the lunch spot between their two office buildings in downtown Sheffield a year prior. They had instant chemistry but both were in downswings of previous relationships. Simon went back to the same café every day for two weeks hoping to run into her again, and when he finally did, sparks flew. Their casual banter was unlike anything he’d ever had with a stranger. He’d worked in a joke about stalking her down – which he instantly regretted, but for some reason she found it funny. They’d exchanged numbers and became fast friends, but both knew that they would be more than that – eventually.
Four months into their friendship, he was the first to end things with his now ex-girlfriend. When he told her on a coffee break one day, she started to tear up and admitted that she, too, had broken things off with her boyfriend. They comforted each other and Simon was careful not to take advantage of her in a vulnerable state. So, they stayed friends for a while longer.
Then, at bowling one night two months back, she rolled a strike and came back to high-fives from the entire group. Simon was the last to high-five her and it lingered far longer than a normal slap of the hands would for friends. They both knew it, and when they sat down to await Simon’s turn, Mia sat a little closer and placed her hand on his knee. He placed his arm around her shoulder and smelled her perfume. That first night after bowling was amazing and fun. She was a great date and even better in bed. Since then, it was all fun and games, but each knew it would be more. Simon wanted to broach the subject, so last week he asked her to have lunch, which they were slated for earlier in the day. He ordered for them both, but when she arrived, she said that she was sorry but she couldn’t stay and handed him the note. His disappointment quickly faded as he opened it and read: Your place. Midnight. She grabbed the bag of food and walked away, turning at the last moment before the door and giving him a wink and a smile.
So, tonight was the night. He’d head out to have some drinks with the lads and catch up about England’s disappointing exit from the World Cup, then head home and open a bottle of wine for Mia and himself. They’d have the ‘define-the-relationship’ talk, make love, wake up on Saturday morning and that would be it: they’d be a couple.
But then this fucking cunt happened. Simon pulled at his tape hard as his blood began to boil, thinking of what might happen to Mia if she came over and this thief hadn’t found what she was looking for. He pulled hard and grunted but wasn’t going anywhere. She had secured him tightly and effectively.
Simon heard the thief coming down the stairs, and, judging by the weight of the steps marching towards him, she hadn’t found the money that wasn’t in the house.
Liv stormed up to her bound captive and began unwinding the tape around his mouth. She grabbed the handkerchief out of his mouth and nearly screamed at him.
“Okay cunt, where the fucking money!? Where is it?!”
She grabbed his hair with one hand, pulling his head backwards, and pressed the knife to his neck with the other and waited for his reply.
“I don’t know where you get your information from, but there is no money…not what you’re looking for anyway.”
“Fuck off, my sources – “
“Are wrong,” Simon cut off his assailant.
“Don’t fuck with me, I’ll fucking gut you. I know there’s money here, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands!”
“Fuck off, you know I work in banking, right? I invest everything.
“No, NO! You know the system is rigged and that’s why you keep it all here!”
Liv was raging. She was furious that this hadn’t turned into the simple robbery she was expecting.
“No, the system isn’t rigged, you just have to know how to read the signs, and most people don’t…”
Simon began to smile at the naivety of the thief. She was very good at this, but she was a fucking idiot.
Liv stepped back, lifted her hand, and backhand slapped Simon right in the face. He wasn’t expecting that and stopped smiling.
“What the fuck was that? Simon said, flexing his jaw in a small amount of pain.
“We’ll see how fucking funny you think this is soon,” Liv said, now in the calmer voice that she had presented to him earlier in the evening.
“It’s 11:30. Time to get ready for your guest.”
FAN-TAS-TIC!
keep up the good writing. Can't wait to see what she does
I think this story is really fascinating so far and has a lot of promise.
I like that both characters, the captor and the captive, are fully formed characters with nuanced personalities, clear motivations, and goals.
I also like that the narrative appears to be purposeful and knows where it's going. Faulty intel from unreliable sources, midnight meetings with romantic partners, and reckless criminals with short fuses. There's a lot to like and look forward to here.
You're quite good at this and I'm excited to see what you have coming down the pipe in this narrative and in your future writings. Keep up the great work.
I like that both characters, the captor and the captive, are fully formed characters with nuanced personalities, clear motivations, and goals.
I also like that the narrative appears to be purposeful and knows where it's going. Faulty intel from unreliable sources, midnight meetings with romantic partners, and reckless criminals with short fuses. There's a lot to like and look forward to here.
You're quite good at this and I'm excited to see what you have coming down the pipe in this narrative and in your future writings. Keep up the great work.
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The Mark - Part III
Simon snapped his eyes toward the thief and gave her a look of daggers.
“If you fucking touch her….”
“DON’T threaten me,” Liv snapped back and pointed right into Simon’s face. “You’re in no position to make demands or give orders, cunt.”
“She’s got nothing to do with this, and I’m telling you what you’re looking for isn’t here. Just leave now and I swear I won’t call the law. We’ll forget about everything. I’ll make up some bullshit about the car.”
Liv considered this for a moment. She had one last chance to get out now, cutting her losses to only the money she was out. But she didn’t believe him, on either account. He’d heard her voice and seen her eyes. He knew what body type she had. Of course, he would call the law the second she left and his lady arrived to free him. She also didn’t believe him about the money; It HAD to be here. If he didn’t have all of it, he had at least some of it, and wanting to keep his lady out of this mess he would surely have fessed up and told the thief where it was. Cash, watches, jewelry, whatever.
“No,” Liv said, calmly, and reach down to cut the duct tape securing Simon’s ankles and upper body to the kitchen chair. She also, to his utter surprise, began to unwrap the tape around his eyes.
A few moments later Simon, having adjusted his eyes to the dim light of the kitchen, was looking at his captor, staring intently back at him. Knowing that she would be made as the assailant from her previous endeavors, Liv reached up to ski mask and began to pull it off.
“What are you doing?!” Simon asked with urgency. “Stop...STOP; I haven’t seen your face yet!”
Liv pulled the mask over her head and her blonde ponytail fell back to her head and back. The two stared at each other for a few moments but it felt like an eternity to Simon.
“Now you have. Look into my eyes; And now you know how serious I am. I do this for a living and my sources are not wrong. I’m not to be fucked with,” the thief said in a familiar, calm voice.
Simon heard her words but still couldn’t be completely sure what she as talking about. He’d been honest with her – well, mostly honest, and he thought convincingly so. It made sense that he would keep all of his money invested, being a finance professional. But that was everything that was on record. Simon had plenty of side-hustles that resulted in cash income, but she couldn’t know that. She couldn’t. He was an expert gambler and successful better, but always participated through a third party and never used his real name. She couldn’t know that he actually did have close to a two hundred grand stashed away in a hidden safe. She just couldn’t; he was incredibly careful to stay anonymous.
Simon was also thinking how gorgeous Liv was. She actually looked a lot like Mia. Liv was a bit taller, about 5’8” to Mia’s 5’6”. The thief was a little bit stronger looking and slightly sturdier. Her face a little bit rounder. Both had stunning blue eyes and beautiful blond hair. Mia’s hair was a bit longer while the thief’s was only shoulder length.
After another few moments, Liv spoke.
“Get up, let’s go,” she commanded as she grabbed his arm with a firm grasp and started to lift him up.
“Where?” Simon asked.
The thief quick pulled a fist back and slammed it into Simon’s stomach. Simon braced for the impact but she knew exactly where to hit to impact the diaphragm. Simon doubled over in pain and struggled to breathe. He needed a few moments to catch his breath after she’d slugged him but she didn’t show mercy.
“Let’s fucking go, cunt,” she thief said sharply and began to pull Simon along toward the stairs.
He had no choice as he struggled to regain his breath and moved his legs along with her. She unlocked the front door as she turned and pulled him up the stairs and he finally began to breath normally. His captor yanked him along into his bedroom, and guided him toward his queen-sized bed. She tossed him half onto the bed with his head toward the bottom. She lifted his legs and tossed the rest of his body onto the bed, resting him on his stomach with his black dress shoes landing on a pillow. The thief had turned on a standing lamp in the corner of the room and Simon could see that the place had been completely ransacked. Drawers were emptied onto the floor and all of his clothes from the wardrobe were off the rack. The thief had found where he kept his watches and chains, and cleaned those out, but she was apparently looking for more – but could she really know?
Simon looked around but Liv was nowhere to be seen. He heard her thundering down the stairs – to where, he didn’t know. He tested his bonds again, hoping that maybe time had worn the tape down and he could break it from his wrists. He was still unable to, and he ceased trying as he heard his captor returning up the stairs. She stopped in the doorway and looked at Simon, dropping the small, black duffel bag she had before.
“Thanks for having a fully stocked up work space,” Liv said, matter of factly.
“Fuck,” Simon uttered to himself, knowing that she had found a number of things that could be used against he and Mia.
“Yes, well, let’s get you ready.”
Liv unzipped the bag and pulled out he duct tape from before. She was much more aggressive this time, taping his ankles close to his shoes this time, before moving up and wrapping tape around his calves, above his knees, and his thighs. She grabbed his arms and wrapped duct around his forearms before cutting off the tape on his wrists and retaping them. She also pushed his fingers together and wrapped taped around them, encasing his hands entirely. She reached down and grabbed two white ropes out of the duffel bags.
“These are useful,” the thief calmly said.
Simon stayed quiet, not wanting to provoke his captor into anything more sinister.
Liv put the ends of the rope together and wrapped them around Simon’s elbows before winding them through the loop on the other end. She pulled slowly until the rope was snug against both elbows, and then she kept pulling, slowly pulling Simon’s elbows together.
“Fuck! You don’t have to do that so tight,” complained the captive. Liv ignored him.
She wrapped the rope around his elbows several times and then cinched the rope by looping each end in opposite directions between his arms and tying off the knot.
Liv pushed Simon onto his side and exposed the bulge in his midsection again.
“Why not, looks like you’re enjoying this,” as she gave his swollen penis a light smack.
Simon flinches and Liv returned him to his stomach. She took the other rope and did the same thing, folding it over and passing it through the tape binding Simon’s ankles. She placed the other end through the tape binding his wrists and forearms and brought the two together, again placing the end pieces through the loop.
Fuck, thought Simon. Please no…
“Don’t, please…” Simon asked, a tremble in his voice.
Liv pulled the rope and Simon’s feet raised while his back arched slightly. Liv pulled tighter before looping the end pieces of the rope through the ankle and arms tape several times. Simon couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but he heard and felt her complete the hogtie.
Liv grabbed the tape again and tore off a single strip of duct tape to place over Simon’s eyes.
“I want this to be nice and simple for her to pull off,” stated his captor.
Simon realized now that she was setting a trap for Mia.
“God damn you; fucking bitch!” Simon screamed in anger.
Liv leaned in close to Simon.
“You should have been agreeable and just told me where all the money is. I get it, you don’t want to give up your savings, but this is the alternative. Now I’m going to have to humiliate you and torture her until you tell me where I can find what I came here for.”
“It’s not fu—” Simon was cut off as something was shoved into his mouth, preventing any further understandable communication. Simon wasn’t sure exactly what it was.
“You’re lucky I’m being this nice and gave you a clean one,” said the thief as she held one of Simon’s thick, white crew-length athletic socks in his mouth with her thumb, index, and middle fingers.
Simon tried to push it out with his tongue, but Liv picked up a solid navy blue tie from the floor and pushed it back in, wrapping the tie around his head and tying it off tight with a double knot. Simon Mmpphed in protest a few times but it was a large amount of material and very little sound came out, definitely nothing audible. Liv looked at her watch.
“11:58,” she said. “Almost time. Now be a good boy when she gets here and make some noise so she comes on up.”
Simon Mmpphed an angry protest from behind the gag.
“Or….one more chance to come clean,” Liv offered as she reached down and grabbed his package through his Chinos.
It took Simon a moment to conclude what she was talking about. At first, he thought she was going to squeeze him hard, but quickly realized that she was unzipping his trousers.
Liv had learned in her previous jobs that humiliation can be a very powerful tool when working against men.
“Mmmphh!! Mmphhhhhh, Simon screamed into his gag and tried to roll around on the bed to escape his humiliation.
“So, fucking tell me!” Liv said loudly.
Simon shook his head back and forth and struggled around on the bed. But Liv easily corralled her captive and maneuvered his hard cock out of his underwear and trousers, leaving him exposed on the bed, hogtied, cleave gagged, and blindfolded with duct tape.
Liv stepped out of the room, still listening to Simon protesting his humiliation, and rolled in the man’s computer chair down the hallway from his home office. She placed it right in front of the bed.
Tap….tap…..tap.
The slow knock at the front door was right on time. Simon and Liv both turned their heads toward the staircase and then froze briefly.
“It’s your funeral, cunt. Should have cooperated…” Liv said as she moved the duffel bag under the bed and walked out of the room into the loo across the hall. She slipped her runners off, placed them in the shower, and sank into the darkness of the room to wait.
Downstairs, the doorknob turned and Mia pushed the front door open slowly. She stepped inside, the black heels of her knee-high boots clicking gently on the stained hardwood floor of the home. The light was dim from two candles lit on the living room coffee table. A bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon was opened with one glass poured and two small sticky notes next to it. The first, she recognized as her own.
Midnight. Your Place.
Mia smiled and looked around.
“Simon…?” She questioned out loud, as if he was around the corner and would present himself at any moment with a big smile and the kiss she was desperately craving at the moment. She picked up the glass of red wine and took a sip.
The other note, as she looked down, must have been his:
Come find me.
Neat handwriting for a man, Liv thought to herself. Again, she smiled and flipped her wavy blonde hair, which had begun to fall into her face from reaching down to the table. Mia dropped her black, leather clutch on the sofa in front of the table and slowly walked around the lower level of the home. Things were a bit disheveled in some of the rooms.
Such a guy, she thought. Only tidying up the room I’m meant to see.
“Simon?” Mia asked again, a little bit louder, but again as if she expected him to make his presence known.
A few more sips of wine and some examining of the household contents. Some pictures of his family and friends, a few trophies from his football days and medals from races he’d ran, and some tasteful wall art.
“I knew he’s a keeper,” she said to herself. She heard a noise of some sort coming up from above her.
Spotting the stairs back near the front door, Mia slowly made her way toward it and upwards, careful walking up in her heeled boots.
Click….click….click…click.
Upstairs, Simon struggled hard to try to free himself but it was useless. The trap was set and she was walking right into it. He could hear her coming up the stairs and with each step grew more anxious. His heard raced and he began to sweat from embarrassment, and Mia hadn’t even walked into the room yet. Maybe she would free him before she was attacked and they could take this bitch down together? Maybe she would find the bitch first and take her out on her own…wouldn’t that be hot?
Click….click….click…click.
The steps got louder and Liv’s heartbeat became heavier. She readied to pounce when the moment was right. Finally, the guest appeared in the hallway between the loo and the bedroom.
Wow, thought Liv, momentarily distracted. I know I’m here for a job but good for Simon, she is a fucking stunner.
Liv watched the long-haired wavy blonde turn and face into the bedroom. The thief figured she had a few inches on the girl, and probably a few years also. She looked to be in her mid 20s and was wearing tight blue jeans, and a white, long sleeved blouse. She had a few bracelets on her right wrist and a few rings on her left hand. Her knee-high, black heeled boots were the source of the audible announcement of her presence.
She turned toward the bedroom and Liv took a step forward from the shadows, her black socks making no noise on the white tile.
“Oh my god! Simon!” Mia shrieked. Her host lay on his bed, a jumble of tape and rope binding him into a tight hogtie. He was cleave gagged and tape covered his eyes. His erect penis hung out of his pants. Was this some sort of sex game gone wrong with someone else? Did he do this on purpose to himself, somehow? Mia was quite confused and didn’t really know what to do.
At the sound of her voice, Simon began to roll on the bed, fighting wildly against his bonds. He screamed into his gag in a desperate attempt to warn Mia. Mia realized then that this was not of his own doing and that he was in trouble. She dropped the wine glass and shot forward to the captive.
She put a hand on his back as she instinctively asked “What happened?!?”
Realizing this foolishness of the question, Mia reached down and removed the tape from Simon’s eyes. It took a moment for him to acclimate to the dim light, but once he did, he tried to grunt and motion toward the thief, who had now snuck up behind Mia.
“Fuck, hold on, hold on, let me find something to cut you loose!”
But it was too late, and before she could look around, the thief stepped forward from the darkness of the next room, completely unbeknownst to the guest, and jumped her. In one smooth motion, Liv wrapped her left arm around Mia’s neck and pushed in hard with her right against her own forearm. Mia reached up to grab at her attacker’s grip, but her main arteries were compressed and the blood flow to her brain was cut off. She never had a chance as Simon watched angrily and helplessly as Mia was surprised and went limp in the thief’s arms after only a few brief seconds of struggle.
Liv gently lowered Mia down to the floor as Simon grunted and struggled on the bed. He couldn’t stand the sight of Mia being knocked out and now unconscious.
“Scoot,” said Liv as she rolled Simon completed over to make room on the bed. “Calm down, she’s fine. She’ll be back up before you know it,” Liv said to her original mark.
Liv removed a bunch more rope from the duffel bag and laid it on the floor. She lifted Mia up and laid her upper half on the bed before lifting her legs and tossing them next to Simon’s. The captor rolled Mia on to her stomach and pulled her arms behind her. Liv grabbed some rope and sat on Mia’s backside as she began to tie the visitor’s wrists.
“I have to say, Simon, you are punching!” Liv said playfully, even though Simon was a great looking man, himself.
The whole time, Simon fought against his hogtie and screamed uselessly into the gag, producing only mildly audible Mmpphs of protest.
Mia began to stir about as quickly as Liv thought she would, once the flow of blood to her new captive’s brain was restored. She blinked away the blurry in her eyes to see Simon’s gagged mouth and his brown eyes looking at her. She tried to move her hands before realizing they were now tied behind her back.
“Wha….What’s going on?” questioned Mia, looking at her bound and helpless man.
Liv ignored her as she tied Mia’s black boots together at the ankle and then again just under her knees.
“What….the fuck?” again question Mia, now more aware of her predicament. “Who the fuck are you? What the fuck is this?!”
The thief took one more rope and secured Mia into a hogtie without answering.
“Ouch! What the fuck?! BITCH what the - ”
Liv grabbed a handful of Mia’s hair pulled back, forcing her to look up.
“Ahhh!” Mia instinctually shrieked.
“Bitch? Bitch?!” Liv answered.
“Do you see where you are cunt?! Don’t fucking speak to me that way…in fact for the time being, don’t speak at all!”
Liv reached down to the floor and picked up the matching sock to the one that was stuffed into Simon’s mouth. She forcefully rammed it into Mia’s mouth, muffling her cries and surprising the new captive.
“Mmmmph mmmmmppppphhhh mmphh!!”
The captor held the garment in while looking around for a tie to secure it.
More mmphs from the visitor as Liv grabbed a maroon tie from across the room and returned to tie it around Mia’s head, trapping her wavy blond hair to her neck.
Mia continued to protest and Simon, too, was now riled up again, mmphhing into his gag and pulling at his much-tighter bonds.
Liv pulled up the chair around to the front of the bed and sat in it, facing the hogtied and gagged couple.
“Would you two shut the fuck up already, for fuck’s sake,” scolded Liv.
The pair went quiet and stared at their captive.
“Right, first thing’s first, very quickly here, in one word, who are you?”
Liv pulled the tie down and grabbed the sock, pulling it out just enough for her female captive to say her name.
“Mia, and - ”
Liv shoved the stuffing back in and raised the tie back up to secure it.
“Nope, that was it, just your name, love. Nothing else,” said Liv, shortly. “So, Mia. There’s literally nothing you can do for me except be used as a tool for me to get the information I want out of Simon, here. I wasn’t expecting you to be here so really, you’re just collateral damage. But I am happy about it because I really wasn’t getting anywhere with him, so, on we go. The level of torture you experience will be entirely up to Simon. So…how about we get started, shall we?”
Liv reached over to Simon and pulled the tie down.
“Simon, where’s the money?”
Liv pulled the now-soaked sock out of his mouth.
“I swear it isn’t here, what you’re looking for ISN’T HERE!”
Liv pushed the sock back in and regagged the man, who continued to argue his case as muffled yells.
“There we go, do you see what I’ve been dealing with,” Liv rhetorically asked while turning toward Mia.
“Remember, this is all Simon’s doing, not mine. He’s controlling what happens here.”
Simon yelled. Mia yelled. Minimal noise escaped their effective gags.
Liv rolled Mia on to her side so that she was completely facing Simon. Liv began to unbutton Mia’s blouse, to which, button by button, Mia tried to squirm around to prevent the captor from undressing her. It was to no avail as Liv unbuttoned the entire top, revealing Mia’s cream-colored V-neck bralette.
Liv reached around to the back of Mia through her blouse and unclasped the bra, letting it fall and exposing her C-cup breasts.
“Oh!” exclaimed Liv. “So Sorry, didn’t know you were enjoying this!”
Mia’s exposed nipples were hard and her faced flushed red.
“I guess I’m not surprised since Simon here clearly does,” said Liv, presenting Simon’s still engorged member.
Simon now flushed red in humiliation all over again.
“And you two, well, judging from the color of your faces, I don’t think you’ve discussed this yet,” proclaimed the thief as a smile began to curl on her lips.
Liv reached down and gave Mia’s breasts a big squeeze before starting to rub her erect nipples with her index fingers and thumbs.
Mia again tried to pull away and protested into her gag. She couldn’t bear to look at Simon, but she did glance down once to see his red face watching the two women interacting.
Liv looked up to see this and immediately turned his attention back to the bound man.
“Oh, don’t you worry, dear boy, I haven’t forgotten you!”
Liv reached down and took Simon’s cock in her hand.
“Mpph!! Mmmphh!!” Simon protested and tried to roll away.
But the thief held tighter, causing Simon to scream into the gag in terror of his manhood being damaged.
Mia’s eyes bulged at the sight. The rollercoaster of interest and mortification – and, dare she admit, enjoyment – was not something she had experienced before, and neither had he.
“And now Mia, if this has you excited I’d have to imagine there’s more than just your tits.”
Leaving Simon for a moment, Liv returned to the woman and reached down to between Mia’s legs and began to feel her crotch.
“Warm, and, feels a bit moist, even through your jeans,” Liv claimed.
Again, Mia looked down and closed her eyes, feeling mixture of pleasure from the touch of her inner thighs, and shame.
“Should we….DO something about this situation before moving on with why we’re all here?!”
Simon and Mia both protested into their gags, begging for, what, exactly? Liv wasn’t sure if they were protesting or asking. They seemed embarrassed but were both clearly aroused.
The thief had no interest in satisfying these two. She was here for a purpose and was determined not to lose the plot. But then again…
“Was that a ‘Yes’??” Liv inquired, almost gleeful.
The thief returned her attention to Simon and put her hand around his cock again. She began to slowly stroke it, generating mmphhs of faux protest.
Mia looked on with mixed emotions. She was angry that the captor was touching Simon like this, but part in pleasure at the sight of him enjoying the predicament.
“How about you, darling?” Liv asked toward Mia, still stroking Simon’s cock.
The thief walked around to the back of Mia and laid down on the bed behind her, in a big spoon position with her head propped up on her hand. Mia tried to look back, but couldn’t. It was her turn to look panicked as Simon lay there on his side, desperate for more. Liv unbuttoned the three buttons on Mia’s blue jeans as the captive tried to roll away. Her cream-colored matching panties now revealed, Liv reached down and began to rub on the outside of the wet garments. Mia closed her eyes tight, half embarrassed and half enjoying the touch.
Simon watched on, cock still throbbing and craving release and mixed with embarrassment, but then looked up at the door and couldn’t believe what he saw.
Simon snapped his eyes toward the thief and gave her a look of daggers.
“If you fucking touch her….”
“DON’T threaten me,” Liv snapped back and pointed right into Simon’s face. “You’re in no position to make demands or give orders, cunt.”
“She’s got nothing to do with this, and I’m telling you what you’re looking for isn’t here. Just leave now and I swear I won’t call the law. We’ll forget about everything. I’ll make up some bullshit about the car.”
Liv considered this for a moment. She had one last chance to get out now, cutting her losses to only the money she was out. But she didn’t believe him, on either account. He’d heard her voice and seen her eyes. He knew what body type she had. Of course, he would call the law the second she left and his lady arrived to free him. She also didn’t believe him about the money; It HAD to be here. If he didn’t have all of it, he had at least some of it, and wanting to keep his lady out of this mess he would surely have fessed up and told the thief where it was. Cash, watches, jewelry, whatever.
“No,” Liv said, calmly, and reach down to cut the duct tape securing Simon’s ankles and upper body to the kitchen chair. She also, to his utter surprise, began to unwrap the tape around his eyes.
A few moments later Simon, having adjusted his eyes to the dim light of the kitchen, was looking at his captor, staring intently back at him. Knowing that she would be made as the assailant from her previous endeavors, Liv reached up to ski mask and began to pull it off.
“What are you doing?!” Simon asked with urgency. “Stop...STOP; I haven’t seen your face yet!”
Liv pulled the mask over her head and her blonde ponytail fell back to her head and back. The two stared at each other for a few moments but it felt like an eternity to Simon.
“Now you have. Look into my eyes; And now you know how serious I am. I do this for a living and my sources are not wrong. I’m not to be fucked with,” the thief said in a familiar, calm voice.
Simon heard her words but still couldn’t be completely sure what she as talking about. He’d been honest with her – well, mostly honest, and he thought convincingly so. It made sense that he would keep all of his money invested, being a finance professional. But that was everything that was on record. Simon had plenty of side-hustles that resulted in cash income, but she couldn’t know that. She couldn’t. He was an expert gambler and successful better, but always participated through a third party and never used his real name. She couldn’t know that he actually did have close to a two hundred grand stashed away in a hidden safe. She just couldn’t; he was incredibly careful to stay anonymous.
Simon was also thinking how gorgeous Liv was. She actually looked a lot like Mia. Liv was a bit taller, about 5’8” to Mia’s 5’6”. The thief was a little bit stronger looking and slightly sturdier. Her face a little bit rounder. Both had stunning blue eyes and beautiful blond hair. Mia’s hair was a bit longer while the thief’s was only shoulder length.
After another few moments, Liv spoke.
“Get up, let’s go,” she commanded as she grabbed his arm with a firm grasp and started to lift him up.
“Where?” Simon asked.
The thief quick pulled a fist back and slammed it into Simon’s stomach. Simon braced for the impact but she knew exactly where to hit to impact the diaphragm. Simon doubled over in pain and struggled to breathe. He needed a few moments to catch his breath after she’d slugged him but she didn’t show mercy.
“Let’s fucking go, cunt,” she thief said sharply and began to pull Simon along toward the stairs.
He had no choice as he struggled to regain his breath and moved his legs along with her. She unlocked the front door as she turned and pulled him up the stairs and he finally began to breath normally. His captor yanked him along into his bedroom, and guided him toward his queen-sized bed. She tossed him half onto the bed with his head toward the bottom. She lifted his legs and tossed the rest of his body onto the bed, resting him on his stomach with his black dress shoes landing on a pillow. The thief had turned on a standing lamp in the corner of the room and Simon could see that the place had been completely ransacked. Drawers were emptied onto the floor and all of his clothes from the wardrobe were off the rack. The thief had found where he kept his watches and chains, and cleaned those out, but she was apparently looking for more – but could she really know?
Simon looked around but Liv was nowhere to be seen. He heard her thundering down the stairs – to where, he didn’t know. He tested his bonds again, hoping that maybe time had worn the tape down and he could break it from his wrists. He was still unable to, and he ceased trying as he heard his captor returning up the stairs. She stopped in the doorway and looked at Simon, dropping the small, black duffel bag she had before.
“Thanks for having a fully stocked up work space,” Liv said, matter of factly.
“Fuck,” Simon uttered to himself, knowing that she had found a number of things that could be used against he and Mia.
“Yes, well, let’s get you ready.”
Liv unzipped the bag and pulled out he duct tape from before. She was much more aggressive this time, taping his ankles close to his shoes this time, before moving up and wrapping tape around his calves, above his knees, and his thighs. She grabbed his arms and wrapped duct around his forearms before cutting off the tape on his wrists and retaping them. She also pushed his fingers together and wrapped taped around them, encasing his hands entirely. She reached down and grabbed two white ropes out of the duffel bags.
“These are useful,” the thief calmly said.
Simon stayed quiet, not wanting to provoke his captor into anything more sinister.
Liv put the ends of the rope together and wrapped them around Simon’s elbows before winding them through the loop on the other end. She pulled slowly until the rope was snug against both elbows, and then she kept pulling, slowly pulling Simon’s elbows together.
“Fuck! You don’t have to do that so tight,” complained the captive. Liv ignored him.
She wrapped the rope around his elbows several times and then cinched the rope by looping each end in opposite directions between his arms and tying off the knot.
Liv pushed Simon onto his side and exposed the bulge in his midsection again.
“Why not, looks like you’re enjoying this,” as she gave his swollen penis a light smack.
Simon flinches and Liv returned him to his stomach. She took the other rope and did the same thing, folding it over and passing it through the tape binding Simon’s ankles. She placed the other end through the tape binding his wrists and forearms and brought the two together, again placing the end pieces through the loop.
Fuck, thought Simon. Please no…
“Don’t, please…” Simon asked, a tremble in his voice.
Liv pulled the rope and Simon’s feet raised while his back arched slightly. Liv pulled tighter before looping the end pieces of the rope through the ankle and arms tape several times. Simon couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but he heard and felt her complete the hogtie.
Liv grabbed the tape again and tore off a single strip of duct tape to place over Simon’s eyes.
“I want this to be nice and simple for her to pull off,” stated his captor.
Simon realized now that she was setting a trap for Mia.
“God damn you; fucking bitch!” Simon screamed in anger.
Liv leaned in close to Simon.
“You should have been agreeable and just told me where all the money is. I get it, you don’t want to give up your savings, but this is the alternative. Now I’m going to have to humiliate you and torture her until you tell me where I can find what I came here for.”
“It’s not fu—” Simon was cut off as something was shoved into his mouth, preventing any further understandable communication. Simon wasn’t sure exactly what it was.
“You’re lucky I’m being this nice and gave you a clean one,” said the thief as she held one of Simon’s thick, white crew-length athletic socks in his mouth with her thumb, index, and middle fingers.
Simon tried to push it out with his tongue, but Liv picked up a solid navy blue tie from the floor and pushed it back in, wrapping the tie around his head and tying it off tight with a double knot. Simon Mmpphed in protest a few times but it was a large amount of material and very little sound came out, definitely nothing audible. Liv looked at her watch.
“11:58,” she said. “Almost time. Now be a good boy when she gets here and make some noise so she comes on up.”
Simon Mmpphed an angry protest from behind the gag.
“Or….one more chance to come clean,” Liv offered as she reached down and grabbed his package through his Chinos.
It took Simon a moment to conclude what she was talking about. At first, he thought she was going to squeeze him hard, but quickly realized that she was unzipping his trousers.
Liv had learned in her previous jobs that humiliation can be a very powerful tool when working against men.
“Mmmphh!! Mmphhhhhh, Simon screamed into his gag and tried to roll around on the bed to escape his humiliation.
“So, fucking tell me!” Liv said loudly.
Simon shook his head back and forth and struggled around on the bed. But Liv easily corralled her captive and maneuvered his hard cock out of his underwear and trousers, leaving him exposed on the bed, hogtied, cleave gagged, and blindfolded with duct tape.
Liv stepped out of the room, still listening to Simon protesting his humiliation, and rolled in the man’s computer chair down the hallway from his home office. She placed it right in front of the bed.
Tap….tap…..tap.
The slow knock at the front door was right on time. Simon and Liv both turned their heads toward the staircase and then froze briefly.
“It’s your funeral, cunt. Should have cooperated…” Liv said as she moved the duffel bag under the bed and walked out of the room into the loo across the hall. She slipped her runners off, placed them in the shower, and sank into the darkness of the room to wait.
Downstairs, the doorknob turned and Mia pushed the front door open slowly. She stepped inside, the black heels of her knee-high boots clicking gently on the stained hardwood floor of the home. The light was dim from two candles lit on the living room coffee table. A bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon was opened with one glass poured and two small sticky notes next to it. The first, she recognized as her own.
Midnight. Your Place.
Mia smiled and looked around.
“Simon…?” She questioned out loud, as if he was around the corner and would present himself at any moment with a big smile and the kiss she was desperately craving at the moment. She picked up the glass of red wine and took a sip.
The other note, as she looked down, must have been his:
Come find me.
Neat handwriting for a man, Liv thought to herself. Again, she smiled and flipped her wavy blonde hair, which had begun to fall into her face from reaching down to the table. Mia dropped her black, leather clutch on the sofa in front of the table and slowly walked around the lower level of the home. Things were a bit disheveled in some of the rooms.
Such a guy, she thought. Only tidying up the room I’m meant to see.
“Simon?” Mia asked again, a little bit louder, but again as if she expected him to make his presence known.
A few more sips of wine and some examining of the household contents. Some pictures of his family and friends, a few trophies from his football days and medals from races he’d ran, and some tasteful wall art.
“I knew he’s a keeper,” she said to herself. She heard a noise of some sort coming up from above her.
Spotting the stairs back near the front door, Mia slowly made her way toward it and upwards, careful walking up in her heeled boots.
Click….click….click…click.
Upstairs, Simon struggled hard to try to free himself but it was useless. The trap was set and she was walking right into it. He could hear her coming up the stairs and with each step grew more anxious. His heard raced and he began to sweat from embarrassment, and Mia hadn’t even walked into the room yet. Maybe she would free him before she was attacked and they could take this bitch down together? Maybe she would find the bitch first and take her out on her own…wouldn’t that be hot?
Click….click….click…click.
The steps got louder and Liv’s heartbeat became heavier. She readied to pounce when the moment was right. Finally, the guest appeared in the hallway between the loo and the bedroom.
Wow, thought Liv, momentarily distracted. I know I’m here for a job but good for Simon, she is a fucking stunner.
Liv watched the long-haired wavy blonde turn and face into the bedroom. The thief figured she had a few inches on the girl, and probably a few years also. She looked to be in her mid 20s and was wearing tight blue jeans, and a white, long sleeved blouse. She had a few bracelets on her right wrist and a few rings on her left hand. Her knee-high, black heeled boots were the source of the audible announcement of her presence.
She turned toward the bedroom and Liv took a step forward from the shadows, her black socks making no noise on the white tile.
“Oh my god! Simon!” Mia shrieked. Her host lay on his bed, a jumble of tape and rope binding him into a tight hogtie. He was cleave gagged and tape covered his eyes. His erect penis hung out of his pants. Was this some sort of sex game gone wrong with someone else? Did he do this on purpose to himself, somehow? Mia was quite confused and didn’t really know what to do.
At the sound of her voice, Simon began to roll on the bed, fighting wildly against his bonds. He screamed into his gag in a desperate attempt to warn Mia. Mia realized then that this was not of his own doing and that he was in trouble. She dropped the wine glass and shot forward to the captive.
She put a hand on his back as she instinctively asked “What happened?!?”
Realizing this foolishness of the question, Mia reached down and removed the tape from Simon’s eyes. It took a moment for him to acclimate to the dim light, but once he did, he tried to grunt and motion toward the thief, who had now snuck up behind Mia.
“Fuck, hold on, hold on, let me find something to cut you loose!”
But it was too late, and before she could look around, the thief stepped forward from the darkness of the next room, completely unbeknownst to the guest, and jumped her. In one smooth motion, Liv wrapped her left arm around Mia’s neck and pushed in hard with her right against her own forearm. Mia reached up to grab at her attacker’s grip, but her main arteries were compressed and the blood flow to her brain was cut off. She never had a chance as Simon watched angrily and helplessly as Mia was surprised and went limp in the thief’s arms after only a few brief seconds of struggle.
Liv gently lowered Mia down to the floor as Simon grunted and struggled on the bed. He couldn’t stand the sight of Mia being knocked out and now unconscious.
“Scoot,” said Liv as she rolled Simon completed over to make room on the bed. “Calm down, she’s fine. She’ll be back up before you know it,” Liv said to her original mark.
Liv removed a bunch more rope from the duffel bag and laid it on the floor. She lifted Mia up and laid her upper half on the bed before lifting her legs and tossing them next to Simon’s. The captor rolled Mia on to her stomach and pulled her arms behind her. Liv grabbed some rope and sat on Mia’s backside as she began to tie the visitor’s wrists.
“I have to say, Simon, you are punching!” Liv said playfully, even though Simon was a great looking man, himself.
The whole time, Simon fought against his hogtie and screamed uselessly into the gag, producing only mildly audible Mmpphs of protest.
Mia began to stir about as quickly as Liv thought she would, once the flow of blood to her new captive’s brain was restored. She blinked away the blurry in her eyes to see Simon’s gagged mouth and his brown eyes looking at her. She tried to move her hands before realizing they were now tied behind her back.
“Wha….What’s going on?” questioned Mia, looking at her bound and helpless man.
Liv ignored her as she tied Mia’s black boots together at the ankle and then again just under her knees.
“What….the fuck?” again question Mia, now more aware of her predicament. “Who the fuck are you? What the fuck is this?!”
The thief took one more rope and secured Mia into a hogtie without answering.
“Ouch! What the fuck?! BITCH what the - ”
Liv grabbed a handful of Mia’s hair pulled back, forcing her to look up.
“Ahhh!” Mia instinctually shrieked.
“Bitch? Bitch?!” Liv answered.
“Do you see where you are cunt?! Don’t fucking speak to me that way…in fact for the time being, don’t speak at all!”
Liv reached down to the floor and picked up the matching sock to the one that was stuffed into Simon’s mouth. She forcefully rammed it into Mia’s mouth, muffling her cries and surprising the new captive.
“Mmmmph mmmmmppppphhhh mmphh!!”
The captor held the garment in while looking around for a tie to secure it.
More mmphs from the visitor as Liv grabbed a maroon tie from across the room and returned to tie it around Mia’s head, trapping her wavy blond hair to her neck.
Mia continued to protest and Simon, too, was now riled up again, mmphhing into his gag and pulling at his much-tighter bonds.
Liv pulled up the chair around to the front of the bed and sat in it, facing the hogtied and gagged couple.
“Would you two shut the fuck up already, for fuck’s sake,” scolded Liv.
The pair went quiet and stared at their captive.
“Right, first thing’s first, very quickly here, in one word, who are you?”
Liv pulled the tie down and grabbed the sock, pulling it out just enough for her female captive to say her name.
“Mia, and - ”
Liv shoved the stuffing back in and raised the tie back up to secure it.
“Nope, that was it, just your name, love. Nothing else,” said Liv, shortly. “So, Mia. There’s literally nothing you can do for me except be used as a tool for me to get the information I want out of Simon, here. I wasn’t expecting you to be here so really, you’re just collateral damage. But I am happy about it because I really wasn’t getting anywhere with him, so, on we go. The level of torture you experience will be entirely up to Simon. So…how about we get started, shall we?”
Liv reached over to Simon and pulled the tie down.
“Simon, where’s the money?”
Liv pulled the now-soaked sock out of his mouth.
“I swear it isn’t here, what you’re looking for ISN’T HERE!”
Liv pushed the sock back in and regagged the man, who continued to argue his case as muffled yells.
“There we go, do you see what I’ve been dealing with,” Liv rhetorically asked while turning toward Mia.
“Remember, this is all Simon’s doing, not mine. He’s controlling what happens here.”
Simon yelled. Mia yelled. Minimal noise escaped their effective gags.
Liv rolled Mia on to her side so that she was completely facing Simon. Liv began to unbutton Mia’s blouse, to which, button by button, Mia tried to squirm around to prevent the captor from undressing her. It was to no avail as Liv unbuttoned the entire top, revealing Mia’s cream-colored V-neck bralette.
Liv reached around to the back of Mia through her blouse and unclasped the bra, letting it fall and exposing her C-cup breasts.
“Oh!” exclaimed Liv. “So Sorry, didn’t know you were enjoying this!”
Mia’s exposed nipples were hard and her faced flushed red.
“I guess I’m not surprised since Simon here clearly does,” said Liv, presenting Simon’s still engorged member.
Simon now flushed red in humiliation all over again.
“And you two, well, judging from the color of your faces, I don’t think you’ve discussed this yet,” proclaimed the thief as a smile began to curl on her lips.
Liv reached down and gave Mia’s breasts a big squeeze before starting to rub her erect nipples with her index fingers and thumbs.
Mia again tried to pull away and protested into her gag. She couldn’t bear to look at Simon, but she did glance down once to see his red face watching the two women interacting.
Liv looked up to see this and immediately turned his attention back to the bound man.
“Oh, don’t you worry, dear boy, I haven’t forgotten you!”
Liv reached down and took Simon’s cock in her hand.
“Mpph!! Mmmphh!!” Simon protested and tried to roll away.
But the thief held tighter, causing Simon to scream into the gag in terror of his manhood being damaged.
Mia’s eyes bulged at the sight. The rollercoaster of interest and mortification – and, dare she admit, enjoyment – was not something she had experienced before, and neither had he.
“And now Mia, if this has you excited I’d have to imagine there’s more than just your tits.”
Leaving Simon for a moment, Liv returned to the woman and reached down to between Mia’s legs and began to feel her crotch.
“Warm, and, feels a bit moist, even through your jeans,” Liv claimed.
Again, Mia looked down and closed her eyes, feeling mixture of pleasure from the touch of her inner thighs, and shame.
“Should we….DO something about this situation before moving on with why we’re all here?!”
Simon and Mia both protested into their gags, begging for, what, exactly? Liv wasn’t sure if they were protesting or asking. They seemed embarrassed but were both clearly aroused.
The thief had no interest in satisfying these two. She was here for a purpose and was determined not to lose the plot. But then again…
“Was that a ‘Yes’??” Liv inquired, almost gleeful.
The thief returned her attention to Simon and put her hand around his cock again. She began to slowly stroke it, generating mmphhs of faux protest.
Mia looked on with mixed emotions. She was angry that the captor was touching Simon like this, but part in pleasure at the sight of him enjoying the predicament.
“How about you, darling?” Liv asked toward Mia, still stroking Simon’s cock.
The thief walked around to the back of Mia and laid down on the bed behind her, in a big spoon position with her head propped up on her hand. Mia tried to look back, but couldn’t. It was her turn to look panicked as Simon lay there on his side, desperate for more. Liv unbuttoned the three buttons on Mia’s blue jeans as the captive tried to roll away. Her cream-colored matching panties now revealed, Liv reached down and began to rub on the outside of the wet garments. Mia closed her eyes tight, half embarrassed and half enjoying the touch.
Simon watched on, cock still throbbing and craving release and mixed with embarrassment, but then looked up at the door and couldn’t believe what he saw.
Brilliant writing - keep it up
[mention]dl68[/mention] is right. Brilliant writing. Very hot. I'm looking forward to your next installment.
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Cheers [mention]GreyLord[/mention] and [mention]dl68[/mention] , appreciate it!
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The Mark - Part IV (Conclusion)
Gemma wasn’t used to nights out. The 26-year-old Pilates instructor always had early morning classes to each, especially on the weekends, so late nights at the pub on Fridays and Saturdays weren’t her thing. But a mate’s engagement isn’t a celebration to miss, so here she was, arriving home at 11:30 in the evening with only 4 ½ hours before her alarm would sound and would be up, preparing for her 5am class.
The slightly curly haired brunette kicked off her heels and quickly donned a pair of sweatpants under her black skirt, exchanged a sports bra for her black, sequin tank top, downed a full glass of water, and threw on a jumper. She quickly readied for bed and headed upstairs to her room. Glancing at her iPhone, she couldn’t believe it, 11:58pm. Only 4 hours of sleep and probably a hangover when she awoke the next morning. Oh well, it was worth the pain to celebrate. That’s what mates do.
Gemma flipped off the light in her bedroom and walked to the window to close the blinds. As she did, she glanced out to see a pretty blonde standing outside of her neighbor’s home, checking her phone.
That’s a bit odd, Gemma thought to herself.
She looked up to the lit second floor room to see another pretty blond standing there, looking downwards and talking.
“Huh,” Gemma said out loud this time, trying to reconcile the situation across the way. She wasn’t sure if it was too much drink or if something strange was happening, so she continued to watch from the safety of her darkened room.
The blonde at the door knocked and proceeded to slowly open the front door and walk in. Gemma looked up but the upstairs blonde was gone.
“Sisters?” Gemma thought out loud.
The fit, 5-foot, 5-inch instructor didn’t know much about her neighbor, Simon. He was a good-looking bloke who worked in finance and seemed to do well for himself. Not that she ever paid too much attention but he didn’t seem like a womanizer, but they’d only exchanged polite greetings in passing. She left for work before he and typically arrived home well before him, also.
Gemma watched through the front bay windows on the first floor as the blonde walked around, now with a glass of wine in hand.
Why am I being such a creep, Gemma thought without looking away. It was like she was watching a live soap opera, expecting something dramatic to happen for absolutely no reason.
The front door blonde walked out of view and Gemma waited. A few moments later she appeared in the upstairs window, recessed in the room at the doorway. She thought, anyway, it could have been the upstairs blonde. Was she getting them mixed up? No, no, that was the one from the front door. She was wearing a white blouse and the upstairs blonde was in black.
Gemma watched as the woman dropped her wine glass and rushed forward.
That doesn’t seem good, she thought, her own heartbeat quickening.
Then the blonde in black appear in the frame again, rushing forward to help the first.
“What?!” Gemma said in surprise out loud. The blonde in black was attacking the blonde in white! She had her in a choke hold and took her down out of view. Gemma braced herself on the window trim. Was she really watching what she thought she was? She actually had no idea what was going on. It didn’t make sense to her. She must have been tipsy borderline drunk.
A few moments later the blonde in black stood up, looked to be saying a few words, and bent over again, disappearing out of view.
“What the fuck is going on over there?” the brunette said out loud to herself. Just then, Gemma got one of those all-too-familiar feelings, that she, too, was being watched. She looked away from her neighbor’s house and was quiet. She looked back at her bedroom door frame, and then back at the home across the way. She corrected the feeling to something really isn’t right here.
Where the hell is the guy that lives there? she thought. What is going on?
Gemma looked around again and took stock of the situation.
“I’ve gotta go over there. Somethings wrong,” she said out loud to herself, the drinks from earlier in the evening maintaining control of her thoughts. A rational person would have called the law, or at the very least, called 6-foot, 4-inch, 220-pound personal trainer boyfriend to come and investigate with her. But reason was well asleep by now, and wouldn’t be disturbed until her alarm went off in a few hours.
Without another thought Gemma, mostly dressed in her dark grey sweatpants and black jumper, threw on some short white Puma ankle socks and her matching white Puma trainers that had been part of the gym fit, set out for the next morning. She bolted down the stairs and out of the front door. She sprinted across the street, trying to keep her footfalls quiet, looking up at the window the entire time. It wasn’t until she was at the front door that she completely realized what she was doing. She hadn’t locked her door, or even grabbed her own keys. No torch, no weapon, no phone.
“What am I doing?” Gemma whispered to herself. It all seemed to make perfect sense a minute ago.
Well, no turning back now, she irrationally thought as she pictured a female James Bond in her own mind.
Gemma slowly turned the door handle and pushed, praying that the door wouldn’t creak. It did slightly but she was able to keep it slow and quiet. No one could hear it unless it was completely quiet upstairs – which it might be? She had no idea. What am I walking into here? Am I breaking into my neighbor’s home? Am I going to jail for this??
As she closed the door ever so slowly, she could hear rumblings coming from upstairs. Some words, some noises – but definitely multiple voices, including a deeper, male voice – or sounds at least. Gemma slipped off her trainers and crept toward the staircase. Her heart was racing as her socked feet tip-toed on the side of the staircase upwards. As she got further up, the sounds became clearer. One voice was speaking while the other two were muffled.
And now Mia, if this has you excited I’d have to imagine there’s more than just your tits.
What the fuck??! thought Gemma. But the moans and muffled sounds didn’t seem right.
Warm, and, feels a bit moist, even through your jeans!
Oh my gosh, I hope I’m not walking in on something really, really intimate, Gemma thought to herself again. I’ll just have a peek and if I need to get the fuck out of here, I’ll be gone.
Should we….DO something about this situation before moving on with why we’re all here?!
The sounds of mmpphing became more evident. People were making the sounds of being gagged, like in the TV shows and in movies. Gemma reached the top of the stairs and took a deep breath.
Was that a ‘Yes’??
She took a few more deep breaths and slowly began to rotate around the corner and look into the room.
OH. MY. GOD., was all that Gemma could think. The olive-skinned neighbor had no idea how to react to the sight she had just laid eyes upon.
How about you, darling?
Her neighbor was there, duct tape and rope all over him, binding him into a very uncomfortable hogtie position. The blonde from the front door was also in a hogtied position, but not as tight. The pair were laying on the bed together, heads at the foot of the bed, mouths each with what looked like a necktie tied around them. The most surprising part though, was the blonde in black stroking her neighbor’s very erect cock, jerking him off - or teasing him – or torturing him – Gemma wasn’t sure.
Gemma couldn’t see the blonde in white’s face as she was facing away from the doorway, but the blonde in back was not turning her attention to the her. The woman in black laid on the bed behind her and proceeded to slide her hand down the front side of the hogtied blonde’s jeans.
Both man and woman were mmpphing into their gags, but Gemma really couldn’t tell if it was pain, pleasure, intended, or unintended. Was this all a big sex game? Were these two being held against their will? She really had no idea. She couldn’t help, however, but to be impressed for a moment. He was well endowed to say the least and she felt a bit guilty lingering on it. She looked back up at Simon’s face, bound and helpless.
Simon looked up from Liv’s hand down Mia’s jeans and he and Gemma locked eyes.
Fuck, thought Gemma. I’m busted.
Simon couldn’t believe his eyes. It was Gemma, his neighbor from across the way that he really didn’t know too well, poking her head around the doorframe and peeking in. Yes! How long had she been watching? What was she thinking? More mortification. But maybe, just maybe, they had a chance to get out of this. His neighbor was kickboxing instructor, or something like that.
Gemma could see in her neighbor’s eyes that this was not consensual and that they were in trouble, they needed help. What should she do? Should she run and get help, or try to attack the perpetrator. Maybe hit the blonde in black over the head and knock her out. No! Knock her out the same way she attached the blonde in white.
Liv intercepted Simon’s gaze, and as she rubbed the outside of Mia’s wet panties, twisted her body and looked backwards toward the door.
Fuck, thought Mia. I’m busted.
The next few moments happened in a flash.
Liv looked up, her hand frozen in Mia’s jeans. Gemma looked down at the blonde in black. One second seemed like an eternity before both sprang into action.
Gemma tried to sprint into the room, but clumsily slipped as her socked foot slipped out from under her. Liv ripped her hand up and gracefully rolled off the bed onto her feet. Being lower, Gemma tried to drive into Liv’s midsection, but Liv was too quick; she juked to the side and grabbed Gemma around the neck as she lunged forward. Gemma was able to get a few fingers up between the side of her neck and Liv’s arm, that was now pressing tight against her. Liv was going for the same knockout maneuver and Gemma wisely pretended to go limp almost immediately. Liv fell for it, not knowing that her newest captive was faking.
“Fuck, another guest, Simon,” said Liv. “This is getting serious. Two people for me to torture to get you to talk. I hope it doesn’t take long; I might just have to skip to the painful parts, or maybe I’ll do this one naked and continue with the humiliation.”
For what seemed like the hundredth time that evening, Simon sighed and was let down, resigned to his fate. Mia, only hearing the struggle, was also disappointed but wasn’t able to see what transpired – just that there was a quick tussle and then the attacker’s voice speaking to Simon.
Liv laid the brunette down on the ground and reached over to the duffel bag.
Gemma opened her eyes to see the blonde in black leaning over her to grab something. She sat up a little bit, reached up, and surprised the attacker by gripping her arms in a ‘C’ position around her neck. This was the first and only time Gemma had ever needed to use anything taught to her in a 3-month long, weekly self-defense course that her boyfriend had insisted she take.
Liv grabbed the role of duct tape but was shocked to feel the sleeve of the brunette’s arm reach up and around her neck. She didn’t have time to react before the strength of the arm pulled her downwards and the pressure on the side of her neck increased.
She raised her hands to try and pull her attacker’s arm free from her neck, but the grip was tight, more than she would have ever expected.
I’m fucked, Liv thought, as her vision turned to black and she passed out.
Liv awoke and felt the cool touch of the floor on her cheek. She was face-down with her head facing sideways, toward the bed. Her eyes were blurry and she moaned into the floor. She’d only been knocked out once, during her own self-defense training when it was mandatory to experience tools like this before you were meant to be able to use them.
She tried to kneel and push herself up off the ground, but nothing worked. She tried again before realizing that her wrists were bound behind her back and her he ankles were bound together, as well. The slight crinkle sound meant that it was duct tape.
Fuck. Fuuuuuuck, thought Liv.
“She’s waking up!” screamed Mia. “Fucking gag her! Gag that bitch! Shove a sock in her mouth like the fucking cunt did to us!”
After taping up the blonde in black, Gemma had just barely rolled the blonde in white over, pulled the tie down and removed the stuffing from her mouth when the one black started to stir.
“Do it, before she screams!” urged Mia.
Gemma looked around the room, which was a mess. She wasn’t so sure about this, but the woman in white sure seemed like she was. Gemma scanned again but just saw clothing dumped everywhere.
“From her feet, from her smelly feet, that bitch!” Mia was irate.
Understandable, thought Gemma.
The the blonde in black started to struggle against her tape bonds. She grunted as she struggled and Gemma reached down and held the assailant’s legs still. One by one she removed the woman’s black ankle socks and held them in her hand, now balled up.
“Don’t you fucking dare, cunt,” threatened Liv.
“That’s rude,” Gemma replied as she rolled the former aggressor onto her back.
“I’ll come back for you,” Liv said calmly. “I’ll find you and make you pmmphh—”
Gemma didn’t respond, but cut off the woman by shoving the pair of socks into her mouth and pushing them deep. She took the roll of duct tape and wrapped it around the blonde in black’s head 4 times, trapping her hair to her neck and silencing the captor-turned-captive.
Liv tried to scream at Gemma, but only muffled cries barely escaped her mouth.
The savior then rolled the thief back over and added more tape around the ankles and wrists, and proceeded to take around her calves and thighs, as well. Finally, she wrapped the tape around her upper body above and below her breast, trapping her arms and forcing her breasts to pop, even in black.
Simon and Mia watched on in an awkward joy, as Mia’s wet panties still shown and Simon’s hard cock was still out.
Gemma stood up and look at the pair.
“Right, I guess I’ll let you two out then, and leave you to it with this one,” motioning her head down.
Gemma untied Mia, stealing a few more glances and the bound, gagged, and erect Simon, who met her embarrassed eyes as they darted up and down his body.
“You know what, I’ll leave you to it,” Gemma proudly said to Mia, giving her a wink. “You can do what you’d like with him, and then you two can do what you’d like with her. I have a class to teach in the morning, so I’m going home.”
Mia, now sitting on the bed and rolling her wrists, grabbed Gemma’s hand and pulled her in for a hug.
“Thank you, love,” Mia whispered to Gemma and held her.
Gemma began to walk away and turned to the pair.
“You’re welcome,” and flashed a smile to the blonde in white and to Simon on the bed.
The couple listened to their heroine walk down the stairs, put on her shoes, open the door and walk out.
Mia dropped to her knees and grabbed the roll of tape in her left hand. With her right, she reached back and slapped Liv across the face.
“Cunt.”
Mia started the tape and wound it around Mia’s eyes several times, sealing in the darkness for the thief.
“Mmmph mmmmpph mmphh!!” protested Liv, fighting the tape but not going anywhere.
Mia stood up and trained her eyes on Simon, still bound and gagged on the bed, awaiting his turn to be freed.
“Now," Mia said, a smile starting to curl on her lips. "What am I going to do with you…”
Gemma wasn’t used to nights out. The 26-year-old Pilates instructor always had early morning classes to each, especially on the weekends, so late nights at the pub on Fridays and Saturdays weren’t her thing. But a mate’s engagement isn’t a celebration to miss, so here she was, arriving home at 11:30 in the evening with only 4 ½ hours before her alarm would sound and would be up, preparing for her 5am class.
The slightly curly haired brunette kicked off her heels and quickly donned a pair of sweatpants under her black skirt, exchanged a sports bra for her black, sequin tank top, downed a full glass of water, and threw on a jumper. She quickly readied for bed and headed upstairs to her room. Glancing at her iPhone, she couldn’t believe it, 11:58pm. Only 4 hours of sleep and probably a hangover when she awoke the next morning. Oh well, it was worth the pain to celebrate. That’s what mates do.
Gemma flipped off the light in her bedroom and walked to the window to close the blinds. As she did, she glanced out to see a pretty blonde standing outside of her neighbor’s home, checking her phone.
That’s a bit odd, Gemma thought to herself.
She looked up to the lit second floor room to see another pretty blond standing there, looking downwards and talking.
“Huh,” Gemma said out loud this time, trying to reconcile the situation across the way. She wasn’t sure if it was too much drink or if something strange was happening, so she continued to watch from the safety of her darkened room.
The blonde at the door knocked and proceeded to slowly open the front door and walk in. Gemma looked up but the upstairs blonde was gone.
“Sisters?” Gemma thought out loud.
The fit, 5-foot, 5-inch instructor didn’t know much about her neighbor, Simon. He was a good-looking bloke who worked in finance and seemed to do well for himself. Not that she ever paid too much attention but he didn’t seem like a womanizer, but they’d only exchanged polite greetings in passing. She left for work before he and typically arrived home well before him, also.
Gemma watched through the front bay windows on the first floor as the blonde walked around, now with a glass of wine in hand.
Why am I being such a creep, Gemma thought without looking away. It was like she was watching a live soap opera, expecting something dramatic to happen for absolutely no reason.
The front door blonde walked out of view and Gemma waited. A few moments later she appeared in the upstairs window, recessed in the room at the doorway. She thought, anyway, it could have been the upstairs blonde. Was she getting them mixed up? No, no, that was the one from the front door. She was wearing a white blouse and the upstairs blonde was in black.
Gemma watched as the woman dropped her wine glass and rushed forward.
That doesn’t seem good, she thought, her own heartbeat quickening.
Then the blonde in black appear in the frame again, rushing forward to help the first.
“What?!” Gemma said in surprise out loud. The blonde in black was attacking the blonde in white! She had her in a choke hold and took her down out of view. Gemma braced herself on the window trim. Was she really watching what she thought she was? She actually had no idea what was going on. It didn’t make sense to her. She must have been tipsy borderline drunk.
A few moments later the blonde in black stood up, looked to be saying a few words, and bent over again, disappearing out of view.
“What the fuck is going on over there?” the brunette said out loud to herself. Just then, Gemma got one of those all-too-familiar feelings, that she, too, was being watched. She looked away from her neighbor’s house and was quiet. She looked back at her bedroom door frame, and then back at the home across the way. She corrected the feeling to something really isn’t right here.
Where the hell is the guy that lives there? she thought. What is going on?
Gemma looked around again and took stock of the situation.
“I’ve gotta go over there. Somethings wrong,” she said out loud to herself, the drinks from earlier in the evening maintaining control of her thoughts. A rational person would have called the law, or at the very least, called 6-foot, 4-inch, 220-pound personal trainer boyfriend to come and investigate with her. But reason was well asleep by now, and wouldn’t be disturbed until her alarm went off in a few hours.
Without another thought Gemma, mostly dressed in her dark grey sweatpants and black jumper, threw on some short white Puma ankle socks and her matching white Puma trainers that had been part of the gym fit, set out for the next morning. She bolted down the stairs and out of the front door. She sprinted across the street, trying to keep her footfalls quiet, looking up at the window the entire time. It wasn’t until she was at the front door that she completely realized what she was doing. She hadn’t locked her door, or even grabbed her own keys. No torch, no weapon, no phone.
“What am I doing?” Gemma whispered to herself. It all seemed to make perfect sense a minute ago.
Well, no turning back now, she irrationally thought as she pictured a female James Bond in her own mind.
Gemma slowly turned the door handle and pushed, praying that the door wouldn’t creak. It did slightly but she was able to keep it slow and quiet. No one could hear it unless it was completely quiet upstairs – which it might be? She had no idea. What am I walking into here? Am I breaking into my neighbor’s home? Am I going to jail for this??
As she closed the door ever so slowly, she could hear rumblings coming from upstairs. Some words, some noises – but definitely multiple voices, including a deeper, male voice – or sounds at least. Gemma slipped off her trainers and crept toward the staircase. Her heart was racing as her socked feet tip-toed on the side of the staircase upwards. As she got further up, the sounds became clearer. One voice was speaking while the other two were muffled.
And now Mia, if this has you excited I’d have to imagine there’s more than just your tits.
What the fuck??! thought Gemma. But the moans and muffled sounds didn’t seem right.
Warm, and, feels a bit moist, even through your jeans!
Oh my gosh, I hope I’m not walking in on something really, really intimate, Gemma thought to herself again. I’ll just have a peek and if I need to get the fuck out of here, I’ll be gone.
Should we….DO something about this situation before moving on with why we’re all here?!
The sounds of mmpphing became more evident. People were making the sounds of being gagged, like in the TV shows and in movies. Gemma reached the top of the stairs and took a deep breath.
Was that a ‘Yes’??
She took a few more deep breaths and slowly began to rotate around the corner and look into the room.
OH. MY. GOD., was all that Gemma could think. The olive-skinned neighbor had no idea how to react to the sight she had just laid eyes upon.
How about you, darling?
Her neighbor was there, duct tape and rope all over him, binding him into a very uncomfortable hogtie position. The blonde from the front door was also in a hogtied position, but not as tight. The pair were laying on the bed together, heads at the foot of the bed, mouths each with what looked like a necktie tied around them. The most surprising part though, was the blonde in black stroking her neighbor’s very erect cock, jerking him off - or teasing him – or torturing him – Gemma wasn’t sure.
Gemma couldn’t see the blonde in white’s face as she was facing away from the doorway, but the blonde in back was not turning her attention to the her. The woman in black laid on the bed behind her and proceeded to slide her hand down the front side of the hogtied blonde’s jeans.
Both man and woman were mmpphing into their gags, but Gemma really couldn’t tell if it was pain, pleasure, intended, or unintended. Was this all a big sex game? Were these two being held against their will? She really had no idea. She couldn’t help, however, but to be impressed for a moment. He was well endowed to say the least and she felt a bit guilty lingering on it. She looked back up at Simon’s face, bound and helpless.
Simon looked up from Liv’s hand down Mia’s jeans and he and Gemma locked eyes.
Fuck, thought Gemma. I’m busted.
Simon couldn’t believe his eyes. It was Gemma, his neighbor from across the way that he really didn’t know too well, poking her head around the doorframe and peeking in. Yes! How long had she been watching? What was she thinking? More mortification. But maybe, just maybe, they had a chance to get out of this. His neighbor was kickboxing instructor, or something like that.
Gemma could see in her neighbor’s eyes that this was not consensual and that they were in trouble, they needed help. What should she do? Should she run and get help, or try to attack the perpetrator. Maybe hit the blonde in black over the head and knock her out. No! Knock her out the same way she attached the blonde in white.
Liv intercepted Simon’s gaze, and as she rubbed the outside of Mia’s wet panties, twisted her body and looked backwards toward the door.
Fuck, thought Mia. I’m busted.
The next few moments happened in a flash.
Liv looked up, her hand frozen in Mia’s jeans. Gemma looked down at the blonde in black. One second seemed like an eternity before both sprang into action.
Gemma tried to sprint into the room, but clumsily slipped as her socked foot slipped out from under her. Liv ripped her hand up and gracefully rolled off the bed onto her feet. Being lower, Gemma tried to drive into Liv’s midsection, but Liv was too quick; she juked to the side and grabbed Gemma around the neck as she lunged forward. Gemma was able to get a few fingers up between the side of her neck and Liv’s arm, that was now pressing tight against her. Liv was going for the same knockout maneuver and Gemma wisely pretended to go limp almost immediately. Liv fell for it, not knowing that her newest captive was faking.
“Fuck, another guest, Simon,” said Liv. “This is getting serious. Two people for me to torture to get you to talk. I hope it doesn’t take long; I might just have to skip to the painful parts, or maybe I’ll do this one naked and continue with the humiliation.”
For what seemed like the hundredth time that evening, Simon sighed and was let down, resigned to his fate. Mia, only hearing the struggle, was also disappointed but wasn’t able to see what transpired – just that there was a quick tussle and then the attacker’s voice speaking to Simon.
Liv laid the brunette down on the ground and reached over to the duffel bag.
Gemma opened her eyes to see the blonde in black leaning over her to grab something. She sat up a little bit, reached up, and surprised the attacker by gripping her arms in a ‘C’ position around her neck. This was the first and only time Gemma had ever needed to use anything taught to her in a 3-month long, weekly self-defense course that her boyfriend had insisted she take.
Liv grabbed the role of duct tape but was shocked to feel the sleeve of the brunette’s arm reach up and around her neck. She didn’t have time to react before the strength of the arm pulled her downwards and the pressure on the side of her neck increased.
She raised her hands to try and pull her attacker’s arm free from her neck, but the grip was tight, more than she would have ever expected.
I’m fucked, Liv thought, as her vision turned to black and she passed out.
Liv awoke and felt the cool touch of the floor on her cheek. She was face-down with her head facing sideways, toward the bed. Her eyes were blurry and she moaned into the floor. She’d only been knocked out once, during her own self-defense training when it was mandatory to experience tools like this before you were meant to be able to use them.
She tried to kneel and push herself up off the ground, but nothing worked. She tried again before realizing that her wrists were bound behind her back and her he ankles were bound together, as well. The slight crinkle sound meant that it was duct tape.
Fuck. Fuuuuuuck, thought Liv.
“She’s waking up!” screamed Mia. “Fucking gag her! Gag that bitch! Shove a sock in her mouth like the fucking cunt did to us!”
After taping up the blonde in black, Gemma had just barely rolled the blonde in white over, pulled the tie down and removed the stuffing from her mouth when the one black started to stir.
“Do it, before she screams!” urged Mia.
Gemma looked around the room, which was a mess. She wasn’t so sure about this, but the woman in white sure seemed like she was. Gemma scanned again but just saw clothing dumped everywhere.
“From her feet, from her smelly feet, that bitch!” Mia was irate.
Understandable, thought Gemma.
The the blonde in black started to struggle against her tape bonds. She grunted as she struggled and Gemma reached down and held the assailant’s legs still. One by one she removed the woman’s black ankle socks and held them in her hand, now balled up.
“Don’t you fucking dare, cunt,” threatened Liv.
“That’s rude,” Gemma replied as she rolled the former aggressor onto her back.
“I’ll come back for you,” Liv said calmly. “I’ll find you and make you pmmphh—”
Gemma didn’t respond, but cut off the woman by shoving the pair of socks into her mouth and pushing them deep. She took the roll of duct tape and wrapped it around the blonde in black’s head 4 times, trapping her hair to her neck and silencing the captor-turned-captive.
Liv tried to scream at Gemma, but only muffled cries barely escaped her mouth.
The savior then rolled the thief back over and added more tape around the ankles and wrists, and proceeded to take around her calves and thighs, as well. Finally, she wrapped the tape around her upper body above and below her breast, trapping her arms and forcing her breasts to pop, even in black.
Simon and Mia watched on in an awkward joy, as Mia’s wet panties still shown and Simon’s hard cock was still out.
Gemma stood up and look at the pair.
“Right, I guess I’ll let you two out then, and leave you to it with this one,” motioning her head down.
Gemma untied Mia, stealing a few more glances and the bound, gagged, and erect Simon, who met her embarrassed eyes as they darted up and down his body.
“You know what, I’ll leave you to it,” Gemma proudly said to Mia, giving her a wink. “You can do what you’d like with him, and then you two can do what you’d like with her. I have a class to teach in the morning, so I’m going home.”
Mia, now sitting on the bed and rolling her wrists, grabbed Gemma’s hand and pulled her in for a hug.
“Thank you, love,” Mia whispered to Gemma and held her.
Gemma began to walk away and turned to the pair.
“You’re welcome,” and flashed a smile to the blonde in white and to Simon on the bed.
The couple listened to their heroine walk down the stairs, put on her shoes, open the door and walk out.
Mia dropped to her knees and grabbed the roll of tape in her left hand. With her right, she reached back and slapped Liv across the face.
“Cunt.”
Mia started the tape and wound it around Mia’s eyes several times, sealing in the darkness for the thief.
“Mmmph mmmmpph mmphh!!” protested Liv, fighting the tape but not going anywhere.
Mia stood up and trained her eyes on Simon, still bound and gagged on the bed, awaiting his turn to be freed.
“Now," Mia said, a smile starting to curl on her lips. "What am I going to do with you…”
This story was utterly superb from start to finish. Well done!
Brilliant story - great writing. There must be more ......
Smooth introduction of Gemma. I thought that was a great ending, leaving so much to the reader's imagination. Well done. I hope to see more of your writing.
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That was a really fun story, I enjoyed the twist in the last chapter, and I think leaving it open ended like that suits the story. I'll definitely be keeping an eye out for whatever you write next!
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