Best In Show MF/F

[LordNelson]

Best In Show

As Shanya walked to her apartment she had a tough decision to make. Attractive popular women like her always had several tempting choices of what to do in the evenings. Her classes were done for the day and she was going to take a nice hot shower, put on something very sexy and decide which invitation to accept tonight. As she stepped through the door into her room it closed quickly behind her and a damp cloth was pressed over her mouth and nose and a strong arm wrapped around her body and arms.

Shanya recognized the sweet smell of chloroform immediately and as she was no stranger to this situation she had a new decision to make. Would she struggle and resist just to make it more interesting or would she submit meekly? She was a little tired and could use a nap so she let the fumes enter her lungs and filter up to her brain. As she sank to the floor she wondered which of her friends was planning a fun evening for her.

When she awoke she took a moment for her senses to clear. Once the fog in her head lifted she assessed her situation. She was tightly bound with duct tape…and she was naked.

There was tape on her wrists and ankles, her knees and elbows. Another strip went from her wrists to her ankles pulling her body into a severe hog tie, her fingertips touched her heels. A strip of tape was secured over her mouth. A final strip that went around her waist was twisted into a cord which passed from the front deeply through her pussy and was anchored again at the back forming a crotch rope. She was lying on a hard surface with only a thin sheet under her.

The room was dark with only a thin sliver of dim light entering from under the door. Then the shadows of two people interrupted the light. Now she would see which of her friends had her in captivity.

The door swung open with a rusty squeal and a short wide man, who reminded her of a dumpling, entered the room. Behind him was a woman, long hair, short skirt, sexy legs and high heels. With the light behind them Shanya couldn’t see any detail, only a vague shadowy outline, but she was certain she didn’t know them. She would remember Dumpling and she would certainly remember those Sexy Legs if she knew them.

Dumpling stood at her head and Sexy Legs went to her feet. They rolled her out of the room. Shanya realized that she was on table with casters, probably a hospital style gurney. They rolled her noisily down a hallway and into a room that was brightly lit at one end. The gurney rumbled up a small ramp and onto a creaky stage. To Shanya’s right stood three more people…to her left was an audience! The blinding lights made her squint but she could see that the large room was crowded with men and women sitting in rows.

Dumpling announced that Shanya was number twenty, the last exhibit of the evening. He began to turn the gurney slowly in a circle to show the people Shanya from all angles. There was some applause and some cheering. Dumpling asked that they save their appreciation for the end and it went silent.

After the full turn all five on the stage began to examine Shanya. They gave equal attention to her bonds and her body. They tugged, poked and prodded. Her nipples were pinched and pulled, fingers entered her front and rear. The tape was examined for wrinkles and neatness. She was being judged!

When they were done they stood back, conferred for a minute and then lined up. As they held up numbered cards Dumpling announced the scores. When he was done the audience got to their feet and applauded loudly. Cameras flashed as Shanya was spun around one more time and then wheeled off of the stage.

Before they reached the room again the gurney stopped in the hallway and the chloroform was applied once more.

Shanya woke up in her room and after shaking off the blurriness of her mind she knew that she was home, in bed with her pajamas on. There wasn’t a trace of the tape’s adhesive anywhere, she had been thoroughly cleaned. She still had no idea who had abducted her. On her nightstand stood two trophies.

They were the sort of cheap awards that are given to children for sports achievements with one exception. Instead of a plastic figurine of an athlete on top someone had spray painted a roll of duct tape gold and affixed it to the trophy.

Shanya picked up the shorter one and the engraved gold plaque on the column read “TENTH ANNUAL DUCT TAPE CREATIVITY COMPETETION”. “Tenth!” thought Shanya, “why haven’t I heard about this before.” The plaque on the base read “FIRST PLACE CHINESE CATEGORY.”

She smiled to think that she had won. She picked up the taller one and the plaque on the base said “BEST IN SHOW OVERALL WINNER.’ Shanya grinned with pride.

She put them out on display on the kitchen table for her to see all day. Tomorrow they would be tucked away at the back of her sock drawer out of sight. It would be just to hard to explain them to any visitors.

[Bandit666]

Great, a little short maybe but certainly fun to read with a nice concept

[LordNelson]

Great, a little short maybe but certainly fun to read with a nice concept

I sometimes get hung up on providing too much detail. With this story I attempted to keep it short and to the point. I could have easily tripled the length of it but chose not to.

[Solarbeast]

This was a great story, and although there could have been more details, it was perfectly fine the way you wrote it. I'm wondering though if there will be more types of these stories that you want to share with us. Either from the competition side with other contestants or from Shanya somehow being part of the competition again. Either way though, it will be interesting to read what you come up with in the future.

[Shanya]

Hopefully I can join the competition again next year! Great story Nelson, thank you very much !