Abducted To Attract (MFFF/F) Complete!
Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2021 11:44 pm
"Huh, what?" Helena uttered on her walk home from the supermarket when a black van turned onto the pavement with squeaking tires. Three men jumped out and ran towards her. "Get off me! Let me..." her throat produced before one of her attackers silenced her mouth with his massive right hand. He had grabbed her from behind, and his other hand wrapped around her body just under her chest and seized her right wrist. Helena dropped her groceries, and a jar of honey shattered.
A second thug, also dressed in black, brandless clothes, sneakers, sweatpants, jacket, and balaclava, grabbed Helena's legs. The two lifted her up and hoisted her into the van. Helena's blue eyes locked with the third attacker as he filmed her with his phone.
The last flashes of the abandoned road disappeared as the doors of the van shut. No one had seen or heard Helena. She was tossed on a dirty blanket on the floor and gawked into the phone's bright light.
"No, please. Let me out!" Helena pleaded before a white cotton ball was shoved between her teeth. One man sat on her legs and held her hands down while another circled a piece of bandage four times around her head to keep her gag in place.
"Your beauty stumbles me, Helena," a woman smirked with a hoarse rasp. She was smaller than the men but dressed the same. "That long blonde hair, subtle smile, tiny nose, and big blue eyes. It would be a real disgrace if that dalmatian of yours would never see her owner return."
The words frightened Helena, who could not move her limps to fight herself free, and she tried to turn away until a thought struck her. She recognized the voice. She was clueless whose it was or where she had heard it, but it had been recent.
The cameraman scanned her entire body as the van took off. A few minutes of hectic driving passed before it slowed down, and the woman spoke up again. "Also, I love that skater skirt of yours. Light blue suits you well. Tho it could have been a few inches shorter. Shouldn't it, Helena?"
The absence of proper lighting and a camera flash pointed at her face made it impossible to mark the woman's face. She trembled in fear, remembering her white sneakers, turquoise skirt, and white top she had selected this morning.
"Helena, choose: Should the skirt have been shorter?"
Helena's eyes had turned blood-red, and her body stopped shaking for a moment, hearing that question.
"No answer? Fine. Tie her up, lads. Tightly."
The men obliged and rolled Helena on her stomach. One hitched a rope around her ankles, winded it a few times around them with the doubled rope before cinching it. It was tight but not biting into her skin. He continued above her knees and pushed her blue skirt up to her bottoms. Meanwhile, his partner pulled her arms behind her back and held them together with one hand, and his other hand made sure they would not part again. Her wrists were tied palm-to-palm, and he also joined her elbows. They did not touch as a few rounds of cinches were spun between them.
"Now you look even better!" the woman praised as one man bent Helena's lower legs backward and secured a rope to her ankles. "So beautifully helpless. Fasten the hogtie, please."
Helena had never heard of a hogtie but realized its meaning. The rope pulled her ankles towards her elbows and was fastened, letting her limps float in the air.
The woman turned herself to the camera. "Night Hawk, you see this adorable girl? Another innocent victim and that is your fault. Your fault alone because you will not stop going after us. Poor her. You got till midnight to surrender, or we will throw her off the Apex Tower. No tricks!"
The cameraman ended the recording and sent the video away. The van took off again, making Helena slide across on the cloth from left to right and from the front till the back she moved. And her abductors laughed as they jumped up to dodge her. One was so nice to save her face from a direct impact. More mercy was not given.
Helena silently sobbed on the floor as darkness engulfed her. She was alone and powerless, fearing it was the end. The ropes silenced her body and the gag her mouth. She had not been able to process the words spoken to her but only thought about her two little brothers and parents. The horrors they would face in the next days, knowing she had gone missing. When would her body be found?
As her head collapsed under these thoughts, the van halted once more, and the hogtied damsel was zipped into a sport's bag. Without exchanging words, they brought her inside and into an elevator that went up. The tight, cruel ropes had no slack. After a stroll through a building, Helena was thrown on a table. Not gently, but it was also not painful. The bag was zipped open, and Helena matched eyes with an unexpected sight. A woman, mid-thirties with curly, shoulder-length crimson hair in a fifties-style coupe, sat on a chair, only two feet away. In her overly red lips hung a long thin cigarette.
"Helena, that's your name, right?" she smiled as if she was selling cleaning supplies in a commercial. Helena, gagged, remained silent and kept her head still. "Dear, take your time to collect yourself. I can't imagine the horrors you are experiencing. Nod when you are ready to be welcomed. I do not intend to hurt you."
Helena watched her with fury as she waited patiently. The woman smoked the entire cigarette and placed it in the ashtray. Meanwhile, Helena had observed the room with white marble walls, a white stone floor, gold-colored furniture with red silk, and a huge chandelier. The ceiling was high, almost 15 feet, and the rest of the room was empty, safe for some armed security in black. The woman strolled through the room, getting a glass of lemon water. Her old school sea-green jacket and skirt could have come easily from a century ago.
"Ready, dear?" the woman inquired, and Helena nodded as good the hogtie allowed. "Excellent, again, nothing awful will befall you today, I will promise you that, but it will be scary, uncomfortable, and a little painful at worst. Therefore, you will be paid a significant sum if you stay silent as your aid is required. Herefore, your stay here is involuntarily. Are you okay with that?"
Helena stared at the woman, not grasping what she said. It had all gone so quickly. Then she shook her head: She wanted to leave.
"Another excellent reply. Perfect. You will receive 10.000 dollars tomorrow in cash. Have an unpleasant evening, and our trap will work to lure that do-gooder in."
A second thug, also dressed in black, brandless clothes, sneakers, sweatpants, jacket, and balaclava, grabbed Helena's legs. The two lifted her up and hoisted her into the van. Helena's blue eyes locked with the third attacker as he filmed her with his phone.
The last flashes of the abandoned road disappeared as the doors of the van shut. No one had seen or heard Helena. She was tossed on a dirty blanket on the floor and gawked into the phone's bright light.
"No, please. Let me out!" Helena pleaded before a white cotton ball was shoved between her teeth. One man sat on her legs and held her hands down while another circled a piece of bandage four times around her head to keep her gag in place.
"Your beauty stumbles me, Helena," a woman smirked with a hoarse rasp. She was smaller than the men but dressed the same. "That long blonde hair, subtle smile, tiny nose, and big blue eyes. It would be a real disgrace if that dalmatian of yours would never see her owner return."
The words frightened Helena, who could not move her limps to fight herself free, and she tried to turn away until a thought struck her. She recognized the voice. She was clueless whose it was or where she had heard it, but it had been recent.
The cameraman scanned her entire body as the van took off. A few minutes of hectic driving passed before it slowed down, and the woman spoke up again. "Also, I love that skater skirt of yours. Light blue suits you well. Tho it could have been a few inches shorter. Shouldn't it, Helena?"
The absence of proper lighting and a camera flash pointed at her face made it impossible to mark the woman's face. She trembled in fear, remembering her white sneakers, turquoise skirt, and white top she had selected this morning.
"Helena, choose: Should the skirt have been shorter?"
Helena's eyes had turned blood-red, and her body stopped shaking for a moment, hearing that question.
"No answer? Fine. Tie her up, lads. Tightly."
The men obliged and rolled Helena on her stomach. One hitched a rope around her ankles, winded it a few times around them with the doubled rope before cinching it. It was tight but not biting into her skin. He continued above her knees and pushed her blue skirt up to her bottoms. Meanwhile, his partner pulled her arms behind her back and held them together with one hand, and his other hand made sure they would not part again. Her wrists were tied palm-to-palm, and he also joined her elbows. They did not touch as a few rounds of cinches were spun between them.
"Now you look even better!" the woman praised as one man bent Helena's lower legs backward and secured a rope to her ankles. "So beautifully helpless. Fasten the hogtie, please."
Helena had never heard of a hogtie but realized its meaning. The rope pulled her ankles towards her elbows and was fastened, letting her limps float in the air.
The woman turned herself to the camera. "Night Hawk, you see this adorable girl? Another innocent victim and that is your fault. Your fault alone because you will not stop going after us. Poor her. You got till midnight to surrender, or we will throw her off the Apex Tower. No tricks!"
The cameraman ended the recording and sent the video away. The van took off again, making Helena slide across on the cloth from left to right and from the front till the back she moved. And her abductors laughed as they jumped up to dodge her. One was so nice to save her face from a direct impact. More mercy was not given.
Helena silently sobbed on the floor as darkness engulfed her. She was alone and powerless, fearing it was the end. The ropes silenced her body and the gag her mouth. She had not been able to process the words spoken to her but only thought about her two little brothers and parents. The horrors they would face in the next days, knowing she had gone missing. When would her body be found?
As her head collapsed under these thoughts, the van halted once more, and the hogtied damsel was zipped into a sport's bag. Without exchanging words, they brought her inside and into an elevator that went up. The tight, cruel ropes had no slack. After a stroll through a building, Helena was thrown on a table. Not gently, but it was also not painful. The bag was zipped open, and Helena matched eyes with an unexpected sight. A woman, mid-thirties with curly, shoulder-length crimson hair in a fifties-style coupe, sat on a chair, only two feet away. In her overly red lips hung a long thin cigarette.
"Helena, that's your name, right?" she smiled as if she was selling cleaning supplies in a commercial. Helena, gagged, remained silent and kept her head still. "Dear, take your time to collect yourself. I can't imagine the horrors you are experiencing. Nod when you are ready to be welcomed. I do not intend to hurt you."
Helena watched her with fury as she waited patiently. The woman smoked the entire cigarette and placed it in the ashtray. Meanwhile, Helena had observed the room with white marble walls, a white stone floor, gold-colored furniture with red silk, and a huge chandelier. The ceiling was high, almost 15 feet, and the rest of the room was empty, safe for some armed security in black. The woman strolled through the room, getting a glass of lemon water. Her old school sea-green jacket and skirt could have come easily from a century ago.
"Ready, dear?" the woman inquired, and Helena nodded as good the hogtie allowed. "Excellent, again, nothing awful will befall you today, I will promise you that, but it will be scary, uncomfortable, and a little painful at worst. Therefore, you will be paid a significant sum if you stay silent as your aid is required. Herefore, your stay here is involuntarily. Are you okay with that?"
Helena stared at the woman, not grasping what she said. It had all gone so quickly. Then she shook her head: She wanted to leave.
"Another excellent reply. Perfect. You will receive 10.000 dollars tomorrow in cash. Have an unpleasant evening, and our trap will work to lure that do-gooder in."