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Bank holiday kidnap

Part 3

With her hands and feet tightly tie-wrapped and lying on her belly on the floor, stark naked but for her thong, there was no resistance that Jenny could offer as the masked intruder tied her elbows tightly together, forcing her shoulderblades back, then bent her feet backwards towards her arse and lashed them to the elbow rope.

“Now just bloody lie there and be quiet while I find the money.”


Jenny lay motionless listening to the heavy tread of the man going up the stairs then to the sounds of cupboard-doors being banged.


Suddenly Jenny snapped alert, realising she could be in serious danger and needed to do something about it. she ran her fingers all over the rope and tie-wraps that held her ankles; there were no knots she could reach and the plastic ties were totally unyielding.


In a panic Jenny struggled wildly against her bonds, feeling the aching pull in her shoulders as she tugged frantically to free herself. After a few exhausting minutes, she fell over onto her side and with a sob gave up the pointless effort.


Hearing the mans steps above, a feeling of total helplessness washed over Jenny and with it a strange calm: there was nothing she could do but wait. Looking around with difficulty she spotted one of Kates bdsm mags where it had been left open by the intruder. What had the man said? Something about finding out about it if he didnt find the money? The picture she could see was of a girl hanging from a frame of some sort. Oh God no!


Jenny closed her eyes but the picture of herself hanging naked would not go away. To her horror, she felt her bare nipples pucker as she thought of the image and as she squirmed against the cruel bonds she felt a dampness at her crotch.


“Well its well hidden, ill give you that. I did find these though so im sure youll soon be telling me where the money is.”


Jenny turned her head and saw that the masked man was carrying what Kate called her play-chest, the box she kept all the ropes and leather things that she liked to use for her wilder sex sessions.


“Well, if youre not going to tell me where the cash is, at least ill have some fun while im looking. Ive been inside 6 years, its been a long wait and youve got a great body on you.”


“There is no money, its all a mistake….”


“ok, well do it your way.”


Jenny gasped as he released her feet from their cramped tie and mewed as the blood flooded back to her lower legs. Then groaned as he sat on her back squashing her into the floor.


“Now this will be perfect.”


He grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back and started to pull something down over her eyes.


Jenny panicked and screamed as the intruder forced a hood down over her head; soft tight black leather cloaked her eyes, hugged her face and rolled below her chin. Her mouth was free and her breath hissed through two small holes by her nostrils as he pushed her head to the floor and started lacing the ties behind her head.


Tighter and yet tighter the brute worked the laces till the black glove-leather became her face and head. Total unmitigated blackness became Jennys world as he knotted off the laces and finally buckled fast the fitted collar round her neck, snapping a padlock into the buckle.


The mans weighted shifted from her back.


“Now I can get rid of this bloody mask. Dont want to be wearing that all week-end.  Right you, on your feet.”


Jenny was yanked by the elbow-ropes to her numb and bound barefeet and was half pushed, half carried a few paces then left trying to stay upright as she heard the man moving about. The hood muffled sounds and Jenny struggled to even decide where he was, so was shocked when she felt him cut the tie-wraps from her hands, but with her elbows tied could only flex her wrists as he buckled and locked leather cuffs to both wrists.


Suddenly Jenny felt her ankles cut free. She shuffled her feet and almost tried to run blind just to escape, when her arms were jerked up behind her and kept being pulled remorselessly towards the ceiling as she was bent at the waist her head forced closer to the floor. It was all Jenny could do to keep her footing as each pull on her arms shifted the balance of her suspended body.


Finally the hoisting stopped. The pull on Jennys shoulders was painful but her weight was still mainly on her feet. She tried to keep her head up to pin-point sounds and suddenly he had grabbed her hair. Panicking while he was hooding her, shed failed to notice him pulling the length of her blonde locks through a hole in the leather.


For minutes it seemed as though he was plaiting her hair then she squawked as her head was dragged backward and upward by the roots and tied off so her sightless eyes were staring straight ahead.


“Still not saying where the money is?”


“Fuck you, you bastard….fuck you!!”


“Tsk, tsk, young lady, ill sort your language in a minute.”


Futilely Jenny back-kicked with her left leg only to have it caught in a powerful hand and trapped against the mans body as leather was buckled around her slender ankle.


The monster dropped her foot and pushing her legs wide strapped her other ankle into a cuff at the other end of a wide bar. When he was done, Jennys legs were spread so wide that only her toes and the ball of each foot was in contact with the floor.


The intruders hand grabbed the front of her leather face, blocking the nose holes…”now open wide.” As she tried to protest a huge hard ring was jammed behind her teeth, stretching her jaw wide-open, her mouth yanked back at the corners as he tightened the gag strap behind her head.


“Thatll stop your foul mouth,” he laughed at his joke “now you stay there while I go and have another look.”


Jenny heard his muffled tread on the stairs and tried to visualise her predicament.


Her hair and wrists were tied up towards the ceiling, presumably to the wooden beam that ran across the living room. She was bent at the waist, her upper body parallel to the floor, balancing on her toes with her legs spread so wide that her sinews ached. She was in a world of total blackness and  could not utter an intelligible word. she was stark naked but for a tiny white thong, completely at the mercy of an escaped maniac.


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