Sooz Kink-My Bondage Adventures
The 13th Hostage
By Peter Walsh
Part Five
What can I say? We were making a move out of there. I felt and moved like an old lady as Gita pulled me along by the hand. My legs felt weak as my hosed feet trod the plush pastel pink of the hallway carpet. I just wanted all this to stop. I was pretty much totally exhausted and I would have given almost anything to just drop down, curl up and sleep.
Our new friends were guiding Gita and I to possible safety. Gina led from the front and Lee guarded the rear. We were moving with a swift caution down a hallway which boasted a sumptuous décor. It whispered wealth and taste on every side. All was bathed in a soft light. Up at the end of the hallway was an ornate staircase and it got closer with each step. We would not be heading down those stairs in our attempt at freedom, Gina had talked of an elevator.
Gita kept a firm grip on my hand and she constantly looked back at me with concern evident in her beautiful face. I must have looked exactly how I felt. I knew she would not leave me.
Gina held up her hand and we came to halt behind her. She advanced slightly ahead to see if the coast was clear. Her small automatic was at the ready. I cast a glance backwards and saw Lee scanning the rear for possible danger. The huge apartment that belonged to our tormentor Lenora Ritter was now silent. There were no sounds of a party. Lenora Ritter must have put the first part of her plan into action and made the move on her guests. Nine of the cities wealthiest young women were her targets. Now they were probably her prisoners.
Gina then signalled for us to move forward again and she led the way, slightly stooped and moving with an almost silent grace. Gita gently guided me in the same direction as our attractive leader. I then noticed something in Gina´s hand, the one not involved in gun holding. It was a small and very sleek cell phone but the way she held it up it was obviously something with usage far beyond just making calls. It was as if Gina was scanning for something.
We continued on up the hallway until we came to the top of the staircase. As one we cautiously peered down the stairs to the next level. It was as lushly decorated as the one on which we stood but best of all the coast was clear. However we would not be taking the stairs. Gina had already located the elevator which would take us down to the basement parking lot and hopefully on to freedom.
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Soothing classical music was piped softly into the elevator as it took us the ten floors down towards our objective. Gina had scanned the elevator first with her little box of tricks. Fatigue overtook my curiosity as to ask her how the thing worked, I just hoped that it was doing what it supposed to. I leaned against Gita, I seemed to be fading fast.
A bell chimed as the elevator reached the bottom. Gina and Lee moved to the front and got ready to meet any threat that might be beyond the door. The doors slid open almost without a sound. There was no danger to our front.
‘Come on´. Gina whispered and stepped forward. We followed.
The concrete floor of the parking lot felt rough and cold through the thin layer of nylon that shrouded my feet. I would not be alone. Lee was the only one in the party currently blessed with the simple pleasure of footwear.
‘My car is a silver Audi TT´. Gina told us. ‘We can be out of here in less than five minutes´.
My tired eyes scanned the cars parked down in the lot. I saw a mixed row of BMW´s, Mercedes and one or two Porsches so the delivery truck immediately to our front seemed somewhat incongruous in this exclusive automobile gathering.
Gina came to a sudden halt and waved us back. We all stumbled back in retreat and took refuge behind the scant cover given by a concrete pillar.
The doors at the rear of the truck were wide open and a folding ramp and been extended down to the floor of the parking lot. Somebody had been busy. We were still and silent in our meagre hiding place, hardly daring to breath. I stuck my head out slightly so I could see whatever activity had taken place around the truck.
There were three large wheeled racks stationary by the ramp of the truck. They were like outsized racks on which clothes would be stored and transported. The racks were all shrouded with large zipped black canvas coverings which concealed whatever might be contained in them.
Gita had sneaked a look too. We exchanged worried glances. Was she thinking what I was? Then we heard the sounds emanating from the large, wheeled racks with their black shrouds. Muffled weeping and whimpering? At least that was what it sounded like. What can I say? This did not look good. Then I saw a fourth rack, empty and without a covering. About thirty inches above the wheeled base of the rack was a wooden bench that was an integral part of it. I then saw the gleam of the strong metal rings attached to the bench. Oh no! Whatever these racks were for it was obvious they were not for clothes.
‘Lee, stay and take care of Sooz´. Gina whispered. ´Gita, I need to check those things out, will you help me?´
Gita nodded. Gina broke cover and my friend followed. I stayed behind and cursed how useless I was in my current state.
I watched the two girls who shared the ´G´ initial move cautiously towards the racks near the truck. I doubted that I was imagining it but something behind the black canvas was moving.
Gina gently prodded one of the racks and the weeping and whimpering grew louder in volume. She gestured to Gita to unzip the covering. Gita looked around for the tab but I then saw her hold up her hands in frustration as the large tab had a lock on it. Then the inevitable happened.
‘Glad you could join us´. I heard a voice that was dreadfully familiar.
Lee turned and levelled her small gun at the figure who had materialised behind us.
Marion Brooke stood ten feet away. The beautiful but quietly terrifying blonde had her hair tied back with a black ribbon which matched the rest of her outfit. A high-necked, long sleeved and very tight black top. Skin tight black leather pants tucked into black knee length boots which were a compromise between chic, comfort and practicality. She looked sexy and scary but it was what she held in her hands that provided the terror for the evening.
‘It´s Austrian´. Marion Brooke told us. ‘Nothing but the best, a Steyr 9mm Tactical Machine Pistol or TMP to its friends, thirty rounds in the clip and the stubby bit you see on the end is a silencer. I could empty the entire clip into both of you in less than three seconds with hardly any noise. Now please toss your toy gun away´.
Lee did so very quickly.
‘Place your hands on top of your heads now!´
We had no choice but to obey. I cast a swift glance behind me and almost groaned with despair. Marion Brooke was never alone. I saw Gina and Gita standing by the racks, legs slightly apart and with their hands on their heads. Marion Brooke´s pretty, petite but mean young Asian assistant Lynda was there with her familiar spiky hair dressed identically to her blonde boss and holding an identical weapon on my friends.
Lee and I were marched to join them. What can I say? I was amazed that we had made it this far.
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We stood in a row in front of the empty rack with our hands on our heads. Gina, Lee, Gita and then me. Marion Brooke and Lynda were to our front with the nasty looking things called TMP´s lined on us. Behind them there was a now considerable amount of weeping, whimpering and wriggling going on in the three racks. All obviously laden with hostages.
‘We thought we would let you make it down here under your own steam´. Marion Brooke told us.
‘This isn´t how it works Marion´. Gina told her. ‘If you are working with Lenora you are about to cross a line, there is no going back´.
Marion Brooke smiled. ‘We don´t acknowledge what you call lines and our plans are at an advanced stage´.
‘This isn´t like one of you and Lenora´s stupid games, these young women are not without influence´. Gina then said. ‘I take it that is who is covered up on the racks?´
‘You would be correct and the fact that these young women have both wealth and influence is the very reason we are taking them. Lenora and I are pooling our skills on this one´.
‘What the hell does this have to do with me or my friend?´ I then decided to join the conversation.
‘Ah Ms Kink! So nice to see you again. You and the lovely Ms Wells may not have wealth and influence but nevertheless we have plans for you´.
The talking was abruptly terminated by the sound of footsteps on the concrete floor. Marion Brooke and Lynda kept their TMP´s trained on the four of us but allowed us to look in the direction of the sound.
What can I say? Enter Lenora Ritter. Queen of the very mean.
There were no attempts at disguise this time. Her face was as beautiful as sin and twice as evil. Her totally natural flaming hair was loose over shoulders in soft and shiny waves and her shamefully erotic mouth and incredible blue eyes were smiling. It was a smile with about as much warmth as an ice bucket.
Her party attire had been ditched in favour of the black leather outfit with boots that she had worn when she had abducted Gita and I from Marion Brooke´s basement. It was very bad news that these two Queen bitches were now working together.
‘They fell right into our laps Lenora´.
‘Just as you thought they would Marion´.
Lenora Ritter came closer and walked down the line as if on a tour inspection of her latest batch of captives.
‘Are my other guests secure?´ She asked over her shoulder to Marion Brooke.
‘Yes, split into the three groups you wanted, one group to a rack. We can drop them off one at a time. They´ve come round from the drugs but they´re all tightly wrapped up and almost certainly very distressed´.
‘Good!´ Lenora Ritter almost purred. She stopped and turned to face Gina.
‘Dear Gina, you know I´m bad and possibly mad as well but I have never indulged in the vice of stupidity. I knew who you were the minute I set eyes on you. Did you think you could disrupt my plans?´
‘Maybe´. Gina answered softly and cast her eyes down.
Then it was Lee´s turn.
‘Lee! What were you thinking? I caught you once and now you´re caught again´.
‘Just unlucky I guess´. The blonde replied.
‘By the way I think those jeans and boots are ghastly, get them off please´.
‘I will not!´ Lee hissed back at Lenora Ritter.
‘Very well. Marion, shoot Gina please´.
Marion Brooke swung the TMP onto Gina, her finger was on the trigger. Gina began to quiver.
‘Ok! Ok! I´m there! Don´t shoot!´ Lee frantically tugged off her cowboy boots and then fumbled with the belt on her jeans. She pulled the jeans down her long legs and desperately kicked them away from her.
‘That is so much better, one with such lovely long limbs should not hide them so!´
Lee stood her in her tight top, a black thong and long black socks to her knees. I could sense by her body language that she now felt highly vulnerable.
Lenora Ritter then stood in front of Gita. She reached out and pushed my friends long dark hair behind her shoulders.
‘Are you afraid of me Ms Wells?´
‘No´. Gita answered swiftly and sternly.
‘May I ask why not?´
‘Because without your money and connections you´d be in a padded cell some place´. Gita replied not stinting on her anger at the situation.
‘You are my prisoner Ms Wells and regardless of what you might think of me as a person you are totally in my power´.
Oh god! Now me! C´mon Sooz, come up with some world class insult for the bitch!
‘Hi´. Was all she said and briefly but gently touched me on the cheek. That was it? She then turned to address all of us.
‘Now ladies we are going on a road trip, there will be thirteen of you at the start but the nine already packaged up behind me will be dropped off to my contacts en route. The four of you will be with us at the end. It is the old cliché that you know too much and we´ll be taking you someplace where you can´t do us any harm´.
This sounded bad but then didn´t everything right now?
‘Time to get you ready. Marion? Shall we begin?´
‘We shall´. Marion Brooke answered her. I knew this woman loved her work.
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Marion Brooke handed her weapon to Lynda, who then stood off to one side. Lynda held a TMP in each hand and kept us covered, there was a look of almost diabolical pleasure in her China Doll-like face.
Lenora Ritter and Marion Brooke then each took possession of a black nylon bag from near one of weeping and wriggling racks. They put the straps about their shoulders and zipped open the bags and advanced on us.
‘Right ladies! Please place your hands behind your backs, palm to palm and look to your front the whole time´. Lenora Ritter ordered us.
Gina, Lee, Gita and myself all exchanged a swift glance of resignation and obeyed.
Our tormentors took prepared lengths of thin white rope from their shoulder slung bags. Marion Brooke stepped behind Gina and Lee while Lenora Ritter attended to Gita and myself.
In a very short period of time, my wrists and those of my three friends were securely tied behind our backs with the strong rope. Then for added security our captors then applied duct tape over the ropes until they were completely covered making the knots completely inaccessible.
Then starting with Gina, in turn we were made to sit down on the bench of the rack behind us. As ordered I kept looking to my front and watched the helpless antics of the distressed souls captive behind the black shrouds of the other racks. In a bizarre turn of thought I wished that our captors would move more quickly in their binding of us. Once the restraints were complete I could at least rest after a fashion. Honey, tie me, gag me but please make it quick!
I made my butt end as comfortable as I could on the bench of the rack and was glad to get my feet off the cold floor and rested them on the bar above the wheels on the rack. My wrists like those of my friends were then tied off against the metal rings at our backs. The ropes used were then wrapped in duct tape like before. We had been well secured to the bench.
Lenora Ritter and Marion Brooke then emerged round to our front. Marion Brooke dropped to one black leather clad knee and started to secure Gina´s stocking clad ankles together with several turns of rope. Gina remained pretty impassive while her ankles were trussed. There was another metal ring on the bar at our feet. Marion Brooke tied Gina´s ankles to the ring and then duct taped over the whole package. Gina´s ankles and feet were then completely wrapped in duct tape.
Lenora Ritter stood back and gave Marion Brooke full rein in the binding and taping of the captives feet. Lee and Gita were swiftly dealt with before it was my turn. My hosed ankles were bound together and then moored to the ring after which Marion Brooke fashioned me a pair of duct tape bootees. What can I say? At least my feet weren´t so cold now.
Mutual grimaces of discomfort were exchanged with my companions. We all made the gesture of pulling at our bonds but knew we were tied to stay on that bench. As usual our skirts were ridden up our thighs, this time exposing our underwear. Minus her jeans Lee was the worst off. My silk panties were beige which made me the odd one out, Gina and Gita´s were black as was Lee´s thong.
We then turned to look at our captors, wondering what further discomforts would be visited upon us. We got the answer quickly.
‘I think we should gag them now Marion´.
‘I think we should too Lenora´.
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Lenora Ritter wadded up some sizable squares of white cloth and then starting with poor Gina walked down the line and stuffed one in each of our mouths in turn. There was no point in resisting as the flame haired woman crammed the cloths in our oral cavities so none of us did. At least the wad of cloth taking up residence in my mouth tasted clean.
Marion Brooke followed Lenora Ritter with a roll of duct tape. Soon the lower faces of Gina, Lee, Gita and myself were covered by a mass of duct tape strips. I had counted that six wide strips had been used on each of us. We all again looked at each other as if a shared sense of discomfort might lessen it slightly. I noticed that all our eyes were narrowed in distress over the duct tape masks.
‘Nice touch that the gags all match´. Lenora Ritter said as Marion Brooke walked down the line further smoothing the tape down across the captives mouths. ‘However, I think a finishing touch is in order´.
‘Silk scarves Lenora?´
‘Indeed Marion´.
I saw Lenora Ritter delve into the bag hanging from her right shoulder and pull out a black silk scarf. She deftly folded the silk into a wide band and advanced on Gina.
‘Head back!´ She ordered Gina.
Gina reluctantly obeyed and then Lenora Ritter wrapped the folded silk scarf over her taped up lower face and tightly tied it off behind her neck. The broad band of folded black silk completely covered the duct tape of Gina´s first gag.
Lee would not keep her head still at first but the captive blonde eventually succumbed to having this second layer of gagging applied to her face and mouth.
Gita shook her head vigorously. I was not sure if this was in defiance or a request for mercy. Regardless of either, Lenora Ritter was soon binding the scarf about her face.
Me. I just let her get on with it. She made a firm double knot on the gagging length of folded silk over my mouth. This along with the mass of duct tape robbed my lower face of much feeling.
Lynda was now relaxed in her security role and stood with the TMP´s lowered at her sides.
‘I know that they´ll be covered over´. She spoke for the first time. ‘Shouldn´t we plug their ears and hood them-just in case?´
What can I say? I had the sneaking suspicion that getting gagged again was just the start of further torments.
‘Fine idea!´ Marion Brooke chirped and delving into her bag pulled out some of the stocking-like black nylon hoods.
Lenora Ritter laughed. ‘I know how much you enjoy this, so go ahead´.
I had been here before but my friends would be new to this exercise in sensory deprivation.
This time there was some real resistance from Gina and Lee but there was little they could in the end. Gina then Lee had their ears plugged and their heads vanished under the clinging black hoods.
Marion Brooke plugged Gita´s ears and my friend turned and allowed herself one last anguished glance at me before the hood was pulled down over her head.
‘You know the drill Ms Kink´.
What can I say? She was right. I even made it easier for her, tilting my head for the plugs to be stuck in my ears. I kept my head still as the hood encased my head and face with its soft black meshed mass. My friends and I were then all trapped in our own little helpless worlds of silent darkness.
Then I was dimly aware of the cover being zipped up over us. We were being encased in black nylon and canvas shroud. Gagged, ears plugged, hooded, wrists and ankles bound, hands and feet swathed in tape there was nothing we could do about it. It was time for me and my three fellow kidnapped companions to leave one prison for another. We were now hidden under the covers of the rack. Even though it should have made no difference with the hood on, I still sensed that my world had suddenly got even more darker.
Though I had three friends to share this ordeal with, we had been put in a position where we were unable to provide any solace or comfort to each other. Our captors were also putting nine other girls through similar torment. There were again thirteen hostages involved but like before the bulk of them would remain strangers to me.
The rack then jolted and the wheels started to turn. We were pushed forward on the level for several yards and then there was another jolt and the rack was then temporarily tilted as it was pushed up a ramp.
Gita was thrown against me and I felt the bindings on my wrists and ankles bite painfully. This lasted only for perhaps twenty seconds before the rack was on the level surface of the back of truck. I felt a vibration through the rack as it was locked into the floor of the truck for transit. I further felt the buzz of the ramp motor as it was raised and finally the clang of the doors as they were closed and bolted shut. Now loaded with its captive cargo the truck began to move towards its unknown destination.
In my bound state I almost felt safe with the fact that I was now secure. My hooded head dropped forward. Right then I was just too tired to be worry about what might lie ahead.