Don't mess with the mob! (MMMMM/MF)

[Handsome Scoundrel]

It was a dark humid night, one characteristic of southern Ohio summers. An old beat-up pickup raced down the gravel road off in the horizon. Try as he might, Monnie, could not catch the attention of the driver.

Straining at the ropes with futility and grunting furiously into the cloth tied in and around his mouth, Monnie was essentially wasting his energy, and he knew it. With a start of realization, he relaxed against the tree he'd been tied to. Even if he did get out of this somehow, he was going to have a killer sunburn. The bastards had stripped him down to his gray cotton briefs.

The noise of the girl mumbling in frustration turned his thoughts to her. At least she'd been spared the indignity of being stripped.

-Two hours earlier-

"You're a real wise guy talking to my girl behind my back like that Monnie." The leader of the "crew" was a short fiery man with a personality to match, he thought himself a modern-day napoleon. When Monnie began to improvise a poem about it all to him and his grunts to sniggers of laughter things... well things went south.

The men had done a stellar job harnessing him up. Even the bindee had to hand to it them, admiring their' attention to detail. He wasn't going to get loose of this. "Those are the last lyrics you'll ever sing!" The man, clearly enraged at being humiliated in front of his compadres, pulled out a dishcloth and stuffed it tightly into the "poet's" mouth. "You're going die out here in your skivvies. Mostly for this big mouth. But also because I just don't like you. This will bring me peace!" The sock had been pulled off his own foot a minute ago and now was being employed as a gag, holding the rag in as it wound around his mouth. Not finished with his job, the self-described mob man ripped up a sheet. Folding it artfully before draping it over the captive's face, the small man gave one last glare into the man's
eyes. After knotting the sheet off behind Monnie's head, the crew began to prepare to leave.

Monnie, now stripped to his underwear and tied to a tree, began to hear a creaking sound as the noise of the men died off. He looked up, just in time to see a young woman looking down at him from the upper branches of the tree.
Then it happened.

The branch that she was on broke. The short haired brunette with green eyes was falling. Falling right in front of him. The men at the cars began to run back to the tree shouting. The girl had apparently been knocked out by the fall. She was just lying there when the men arrived. As one of them prepared to turn her over onto her back, she kicked him in the throat, knocking the brute onto his back, like a turtle on it's shell- defeated. The other two came too quickly though, and the young woman wearing tight jeans and an iron maiden tshirt was quickly restrained, arms behind her back.

"What exactly are you perverts doing up here?" The girl screamed as they began to bind her to the other side of the tree. The men looked away and did not answer.

"Revenge. It is revenge, miss?" The leader had taken a not ungentle tone with her.

The girl struggled against the knots as she said, "Miss screw you."

The short man laughed long and hard before approaching the woman with a balled up cloth in his fist. "Unfortunately, you will never get to experience that pleasure, or anything for that matter." The insertion of the wadding cut off whatever the woman was about to say. The other sock pulled earlier off of Monnie was wound around her mouth and knotted, and another sherd of sheet wrapped around that. The furious protests of the gagged woman seemed to amuse the little man to no end.

"We have to go sir. They are waiting for us." The henchman seemed to place emphasis on the word "they."

It seemed to Monnie that a shiver went through the small man just then. "Yes, that's true we must be leaving." In clipped tones the man ordered them back to the cars.

Monnie began to consider the situation. Hopefully she has a plan.

[Handsome Scoundrel]

Awhile after the cars pulled out, Monnie began to hear a regular scraping noise coming from the other side of the tree. It sounded like cloth catching on bark, and when he heard the telltale sound of a wet wad of cloth hitting the ground behind him, he knew that the woman had dislodged her gag.

"Mmmut a plammmanm?" The effort to speak was almost nullified by the tight cloth covering Monnie's mouth, but she got the message.

"Yes, i've got a plan. I'm going to get out of this...and then i'm going to make those pigs pay for what they did." The self-assured and calm way the woman said this sent shivers down his spine.

True to her word, the odd young woman had herself free in a matter of ten minutes, using the assistance of a small knife she'd kept hidden on her person somewhere. She gleamed at Monnie as she prepared to leave.

"Mmeeemmph mmmmfy mmmee," was the desperate response from the bound man.

"You know I couldn't tell what you said just now, but i'd assume it has something to do with untying you."

"Mmmm! Mmmmm!" The man waggled his head up and down vigorously in agreement.

"Yes, you would like that wouldn't you? How do I know I can trust you? If you had anything to do with those losers, your probably better off the way you are."

The man wasted no time pleading his case through the cloth.

The woman frowned, "somehow you've changed my mind. I don't know why i'm doing this, but don't get the wrong idea. It's just guilt. Nothing more." With that the woman began to untie Monnie amid the muffled sound of his laughter and joyful sobbing. She left the gag for last, and while removing it said, "look just because I did this doesn't mean i'm a nice person. And don't try anything! I carry many hidden knives, i'll stab you if you try and pull anything..."

Before she could finish the threatening diatribe, Monnie was hugging his savior and crying blissfully on her shoulder.

[Solarbeast]

This is an interesting story so far. I’m hoping that you will continue the story soon.

[gagged-cowboy]

Nice story. I hope you will continue soon