Right for the Part (M/F)
Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2023 7:42 pm
“You better not make a sound if you know what’s good for you.”
It’s a chilly fall evening. Hands bound behind a tree with a pair of cuffs, bandana folded and tied around her mouth; Emily can’t help but start laughing at the man standing before her.
“Come on, we’ve gotta get through this scene without you laughing.” Jack said, placing his script on the edge of a rock wall. Emily undoes the flimsy metal handcuffs and pulls down the bandana. Dressed in white sneakers, black leggings, and a gray sweatshirt with the university’s embroidered on it, Emily sits down on the rock wall; using a hair tie to put her blonde hair in a messy bun.
“I’m sorry. It’s just, god this sounds so mean, I can’t picture you as a kidnapper Jack.” Emily explained. “Especially not after seeing you as the Cat in the Hat.”
The two shared a laugh over that. “We’re actors, Emily. This is what we’re supposed to do.” Jack replied.
“I know, I know.” She knew he was right, it was her fault they kept messing up the scene. Even though Jack, with his blue eyes and sandy brown hair, could be the abductor, every time they ran lines all she could see was big hat with whiskers painted on his face.
“Anyways, it’s getting late.” Jack said, fishing his car keys out of his pocket. “Want a ride home?”
“Oh, yeah.” Emily responded. “Thank you.”
The two students start walking over to the parking lot, the moon rising in the night sky. As he unlocked the car, Emily placed her hand on the door handle. As she did, she felt one hand cover her mouth, along with an arm wrap around her stomach. The shriek coming out of her lips is muffled by the palm over them. A gruff voices whispers in her ear.
“You better not make a sound if you know what’s good for you.”
After struggling for a moment, she’s released. Turning around to look at her assailant only to see Jack standing before her, with a smirk on his face. “Still don’t think I can be a kidnapper?”
Smacking him on the arm, Emily’s initial reaction is anger. “You jerk.” She then gets in the passenger’s seat, buckling her seatbelt. As she thinks about it, the emotions start running through her. The panic, the fear, the helplessness; all things that she realized that she could use in the scene.
The two of them start driving back towards Emily’s apartment. Jack apologized profusely for his little stunt, even though Emily reassured him everything was fine. After being dropped off, Emily goes inside and finishes some homework. Once done, she walks into her bedroom, undressing to her pink pastel panties and an oversized tee. As she tries to fall asleep, the thoughts of her experience with Jack keep racing through her mind. With the normal emotions that she analyzed during the car ride home, a new one surfaced. A growing warmth came from between her legs. She started thinking about being bound, gagged, and thrown over some brute’s shoulder. He’d take her back to his layer, holding her for ransom. While waiting for the money to arrive, her charm and beauty would be too much for him to resist.
Her fingers found themselves inside her panties as she thought about this fantasy. Her breathing became shallow, her heartbeat raced. Using a free hand to squeeze her perky breast, she imagined it was her captor playing with her. She buried her head in her pillow as a final moan escaped her lips, orgasaming harder than she ever had.
“What the fuck was that?” She thought to herself. “Is this what I’m into?”
Grabbing her phone off the nightstand, she unlocks it and opens the phone app. Scrolling though her list of contacts and finding Jack’s number, she hits the call button. After a few rings, she hears him answer.
“Em, what’s up? Is everything okay?” He asks.
“Yeah, nothing’s wrong. I just had an idea on how to fix the problem we’re having with the scene.” She replied.
“That’s great, but couldn’t this wait till morning?” He asked.
“Maybe, but I’ll be honest it’s kinda weird and if you say no it’s totally okay.”
“What is it?”
“I can’t help but see you when we try to do the scene. When you pulled your little stunt tonight things changed a bit. I think if I want them to change completely, you’re going to need to kidnap me for real.”
“What, like stuff you in the trunk of a car, drive off, tie you to a chair, and wait for the ransome.”
“Yeah, something like that.” She noticed that he didn’t say no. “Is that something you’re comfortable with?”
“Absolutely. Friday after rehearsal work for you?” He asked.
“Sure thing. Night.” She said, hanging up the phone.
“Looks like I have a date Friday night.” She thinks to herself before drifting off to sleep.
Friday Night
Painting red eyeshadow on, matching lipstick followed. Emily looked in the mirror. Her breast popped in her little black dress; her legs, clad in black pantyhose, looked smooth and shapely. Wearing a pair of knee high leather black leather boots made her stand at five-foot ten. “Damn, I look good.” Emily thought to herself. “I’d kidnap me.”
Rehearsal was uneventful. They sat around a table and read from the script. She could feel Jack’s eyes glued to her. Every so often, she’d cross and uncross her legs, giving him a bit of a show. “If he chickens out I’m going to be so pissed.”
Once done she took her time leaving the building. After having used the restroom, getting a drink from the vending machine, and chatting with her friends; she walked out to the parking lot. A mysterious van was parked alongside the exit to the theater building. As she walked past it, a man in a ski mask jumped out and wrapped himself around her.
“You better not make a sound if you know what’s good for you.”
It wasn’t like she had much of a choice. Her arms were brought behind her back before being cuffed together. These weren’t the play ones they’ve been using, they were heavy duty ones like someone who would actually kidnap someone would use. She heard a roll of duct tape ripping, being plastered over her lips. Lastly she felt a scarf being tied over her eyes, robbing her of her sight.
Next she felt herself being lifted into the passenger’s seat and buckled in.
“Target secure.” Jack said into his phone. “Moving to the safehouse now.”
“It’s happening, it’s happening.” Emily thought to herself, her excitement growing. Moaning into her gag, she felt his hand go over her face.
“Settle down.” Jack commanded. “I’d hate to have to do anything drastic.”
“I’d love it if you’d do something drastic.” Emily thought to herself. Sitting there, not knowing where she was going was driving her crazy. “He really needs to bind my legs together.”
Once they came to a stop Jack got out of the car and walked around to Emily’s side. Opening the door, he reached in and unbuckled her seatbelt. Grabbing her by the arm, he pulled her to her feet and walked her inside. Hearing the key enter the deadbolt, the creak of the door hinges being opened. As she was led into the safehouse she heard a bag being tossed on the counter. “That must be my purse.” She thought.
“Now to make sure that you don’t have anything on you…” Jack said, placing his hands on her. Checking her arms, he runs his hands up and down. Feeling him touch her stomach, moving up towards her breast. As he starts to squeeze them a soft moan escapes her gag. Without realizing it, she had rested her head on Jack’s shoulder, grinding against him. He then moved his hands down, cupping her ass.
“Ohhhh yeah.” She thought. “I like where this is going.”
He then sat her down on a chair and started tying her upper arms together. Next rope was wrapped above and below her breast, causing her chest to pop out. Unlocking her handcuffs, he bound her wrist together while leaving some excess rope hanging down. Kneeling down, he started tying her knees together. Then she heard the zipper on her boot being taken down, followed by them being removed. Taking both of her legs in one hand, tying them together. Her red nail polish flashed underneath her pantyhose.
Jack started ticketing the bottom of her feet, causing her to squeal in her gag and shake in her bonds. “Seems like everything should hold.” Jack said. He then took her ankles and connected the rope dangling from her wrist, putting her in a hogtie of sorts.
He then peels the tape off her lips. “What, what are you going to do to me?” Emily asked in a false panic. She was trying to put on the performance of a lifetime. Instead of answering, he stuffs a damp sponge in her mouth. Wrapping more tape around her head, she could do nothing but mumble in her gag. Next a sleep mask was pulled over her eyes, leaving her in darkness.
“Wow, someone must have done their homework.” Emily thought. “Why do I like this? Jack has always been so sweet, so shy. If I’m being honest, getting him flustered was always one of my favorite pastimes. Causing his face to turn red was so much fun. I wonder if he’s going to try and pay me back for all the times I did that to him?”
It’s a chilly fall evening. Hands bound behind a tree with a pair of cuffs, bandana folded and tied around her mouth; Emily can’t help but start laughing at the man standing before her.
“Come on, we’ve gotta get through this scene without you laughing.” Jack said, placing his script on the edge of a rock wall. Emily undoes the flimsy metal handcuffs and pulls down the bandana. Dressed in white sneakers, black leggings, and a gray sweatshirt with the university’s embroidered on it, Emily sits down on the rock wall; using a hair tie to put her blonde hair in a messy bun.
“I’m sorry. It’s just, god this sounds so mean, I can’t picture you as a kidnapper Jack.” Emily explained. “Especially not after seeing you as the Cat in the Hat.”
The two shared a laugh over that. “We’re actors, Emily. This is what we’re supposed to do.” Jack replied.
“I know, I know.” She knew he was right, it was her fault they kept messing up the scene. Even though Jack, with his blue eyes and sandy brown hair, could be the abductor, every time they ran lines all she could see was big hat with whiskers painted on his face.
“Anyways, it’s getting late.” Jack said, fishing his car keys out of his pocket. “Want a ride home?”
“Oh, yeah.” Emily responded. “Thank you.”
The two students start walking over to the parking lot, the moon rising in the night sky. As he unlocked the car, Emily placed her hand on the door handle. As she did, she felt one hand cover her mouth, along with an arm wrap around her stomach. The shriek coming out of her lips is muffled by the palm over them. A gruff voices whispers in her ear.
“You better not make a sound if you know what’s good for you.”
After struggling for a moment, she’s released. Turning around to look at her assailant only to see Jack standing before her, with a smirk on his face. “Still don’t think I can be a kidnapper?”
Smacking him on the arm, Emily’s initial reaction is anger. “You jerk.” She then gets in the passenger’s seat, buckling her seatbelt. As she thinks about it, the emotions start running through her. The panic, the fear, the helplessness; all things that she realized that she could use in the scene.
The two of them start driving back towards Emily’s apartment. Jack apologized profusely for his little stunt, even though Emily reassured him everything was fine. After being dropped off, Emily goes inside and finishes some homework. Once done, she walks into her bedroom, undressing to her pink pastel panties and an oversized tee. As she tries to fall asleep, the thoughts of her experience with Jack keep racing through her mind. With the normal emotions that she analyzed during the car ride home, a new one surfaced. A growing warmth came from between her legs. She started thinking about being bound, gagged, and thrown over some brute’s shoulder. He’d take her back to his layer, holding her for ransom. While waiting for the money to arrive, her charm and beauty would be too much for him to resist.
Her fingers found themselves inside her panties as she thought about this fantasy. Her breathing became shallow, her heartbeat raced. Using a free hand to squeeze her perky breast, she imagined it was her captor playing with her. She buried her head in her pillow as a final moan escaped her lips, orgasaming harder than she ever had.
“What the fuck was that?” She thought to herself. “Is this what I’m into?”
Grabbing her phone off the nightstand, she unlocks it and opens the phone app. Scrolling though her list of contacts and finding Jack’s number, she hits the call button. After a few rings, she hears him answer.
“Em, what’s up? Is everything okay?” He asks.
“Yeah, nothing’s wrong. I just had an idea on how to fix the problem we’re having with the scene.” She replied.
“That’s great, but couldn’t this wait till morning?” He asked.
“Maybe, but I’ll be honest it’s kinda weird and if you say no it’s totally okay.”
“What is it?”
“I can’t help but see you when we try to do the scene. When you pulled your little stunt tonight things changed a bit. I think if I want them to change completely, you’re going to need to kidnap me for real.”
“What, like stuff you in the trunk of a car, drive off, tie you to a chair, and wait for the ransome.”
“Yeah, something like that.” She noticed that he didn’t say no. “Is that something you’re comfortable with?”
“Absolutely. Friday after rehearsal work for you?” He asked.
“Sure thing. Night.” She said, hanging up the phone.
“Looks like I have a date Friday night.” She thinks to herself before drifting off to sleep.
Friday Night
Painting red eyeshadow on, matching lipstick followed. Emily looked in the mirror. Her breast popped in her little black dress; her legs, clad in black pantyhose, looked smooth and shapely. Wearing a pair of knee high leather black leather boots made her stand at five-foot ten. “Damn, I look good.” Emily thought to herself. “I’d kidnap me.”
Rehearsal was uneventful. They sat around a table and read from the script. She could feel Jack’s eyes glued to her. Every so often, she’d cross and uncross her legs, giving him a bit of a show. “If he chickens out I’m going to be so pissed.”
Once done she took her time leaving the building. After having used the restroom, getting a drink from the vending machine, and chatting with her friends; she walked out to the parking lot. A mysterious van was parked alongside the exit to the theater building. As she walked past it, a man in a ski mask jumped out and wrapped himself around her.
“You better not make a sound if you know what’s good for you.”
It wasn’t like she had much of a choice. Her arms were brought behind her back before being cuffed together. These weren’t the play ones they’ve been using, they were heavy duty ones like someone who would actually kidnap someone would use. She heard a roll of duct tape ripping, being plastered over her lips. Lastly she felt a scarf being tied over her eyes, robbing her of her sight.
Next she felt herself being lifted into the passenger’s seat and buckled in.
“Target secure.” Jack said into his phone. “Moving to the safehouse now.”
“It’s happening, it’s happening.” Emily thought to herself, her excitement growing. Moaning into her gag, she felt his hand go over her face.
“Settle down.” Jack commanded. “I’d hate to have to do anything drastic.”
“I’d love it if you’d do something drastic.” Emily thought to herself. Sitting there, not knowing where she was going was driving her crazy. “He really needs to bind my legs together.”
Once they came to a stop Jack got out of the car and walked around to Emily’s side. Opening the door, he reached in and unbuckled her seatbelt. Grabbing her by the arm, he pulled her to her feet and walked her inside. Hearing the key enter the deadbolt, the creak of the door hinges being opened. As she was led into the safehouse she heard a bag being tossed on the counter. “That must be my purse.” She thought.
“Now to make sure that you don’t have anything on you…” Jack said, placing his hands on her. Checking her arms, he runs his hands up and down. Feeling him touch her stomach, moving up towards her breast. As he starts to squeeze them a soft moan escapes her gag. Without realizing it, she had rested her head on Jack’s shoulder, grinding against him. He then moved his hands down, cupping her ass.
“Ohhhh yeah.” She thought. “I like where this is going.”
He then sat her down on a chair and started tying her upper arms together. Next rope was wrapped above and below her breast, causing her chest to pop out. Unlocking her handcuffs, he bound her wrist together while leaving some excess rope hanging down. Kneeling down, he started tying her knees together. Then she heard the zipper on her boot being taken down, followed by them being removed. Taking both of her legs in one hand, tying them together. Her red nail polish flashed underneath her pantyhose.
Jack started ticketing the bottom of her feet, causing her to squeal in her gag and shake in her bonds. “Seems like everything should hold.” Jack said. He then took her ankles and connected the rope dangling from her wrist, putting her in a hogtie of sorts.
He then peels the tape off her lips. “What, what are you going to do to me?” Emily asked in a false panic. She was trying to put on the performance of a lifetime. Instead of answering, he stuffs a damp sponge in her mouth. Wrapping more tape around her head, she could do nothing but mumble in her gag. Next a sleep mask was pulled over her eyes, leaving her in darkness.
“Wow, someone must have done their homework.” Emily thought. “Why do I like this? Jack has always been so sweet, so shy. If I’m being honest, getting him flustered was always one of my favorite pastimes. Causing his face to turn red was so much fun. I wonder if he’s going to try and pay me back for all the times I did that to him?”