Sooz Kink-My Bondage Adventures
The 13th Hostage
By Peter Walsh
Part Six
What can I say? We were driven off into the night. The night? How did I really know? With the hood on and the covering firmly zipped up about me and my captive friends there was no real way of telling. I suppose that it had to be some dark hour, this would be an advantage to our captors in their plans.
The vehicle then lurched to a stop and this caused sudden and brief motion on the rack. Gita and I fell against each other and the ropes pulled painfully about our wrists and ankles. With my hearing severely compromised I was left to figure out what was happening by the various bumps and vibrations caused by the commotion outside our little prison on wheels. The doors were opened and there was the buzzing sensation of the ramp being lowered. Then I was aware of locking pins being drawn back and the rumble of wheels rolling over a hard surface. This was the first drop of our trip into the unknown. Three terrified girls were being deposited with new captors. Lenora Ritter was already farming out her hostages to other nefarious groups.
Gagged the way I was I could not utter a sound, otherwise I would have screamed my lungs out in hopeless frustration. I knew it must have felt the same for Gita, Lee and Gina. We were prisoners plain and simple and somebody else held our fate in their hands. The vehicle was closed up and moving again in very quick time.
Before long there was another stop. Same set of bumps and vibrations then away again. Then there was a third stop and this seemed to be the swiftest drop yet. The first part of Lenora Ritter’s and Marion Brooke’s road trip was on schedule. The truck sped off with the rack containing four secure, silent and unhappy girls as its only cargo. We were being taken out of the city on a mystery tour but I knew there would be nothing magical about it.
I could not speak for Gina and Lee but it was now likely that Gita and myself were now being missed. We had loving parents, jobs and in Gita’s case a boyfriend. People in the big world outside our tiny one of captivity would now be making the first enquiries regarding our well being. I calculated that I had not been seen for over a week and Gita just slightly less than that. The Police and other law enforcement agencies would be now taking the first steps regarding our whereabouts. It was a small comfort but a welcome one. I knew people like Lenora Ritter could keep us hidden away for a long time, but she was still just one person, an especially mean one but still only just one. Some powerful agencies would soon be on our trail. Then there was Gina and Lee. I had no idea who they were working for except and it was covert and government funded. They must have had people concerned for them? This was another morsel of welcome comfort.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
I was again hot and miserable under the hood. The cloth inside my mouth was rapidly robbing it of moisture and there was enough tape over it to set a broken bone. The folded silk scarf secured over the tape was very tight and the plugs in my ears were wedged in to stay. My hair was a tangled damp mess under the clinging hood and I had been in the same clothes for days. None of it was good.
I was also totally exhausted. I longed to have free arms and legs and to be able to sleep without the aid of somebody putting a chloroform soaked rag across my face. I was also ashamed of myself. I had shown so little in the way of fight. I was then aware of the seeds that were sowing inside me. Seeds of desire. The desire to get even with those that had tormented me. My list was short, just three names.
Number three was Lynda, the cute but nasty little Asian girl who always seemed to have a gun in her hand and was more than eager to suggest further torments for those in her ‘care’.
Number two, Marion Brooke, immaculate, superior and cruel. Have I said enough?
Number one. Lenora Ritter. Rich, arrogant and convinced that she owned the world and all that was in it.
I hated them.
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Classy Gina, blonde babe Lee, gorgeous friend Gita and sad Sooz Kink sat bound and silent in our own little collective worlds of hurt under the cover of the rack. We could not see, speak or even hear. We may have been together but we suffered alone.
I may have slept during the un-magical mystery tour. I felt the warmth of Gita’s body against mine a few times as she leaned on me in an attempt to rest.
Then suddenly there was no sense of movement and we were becalmed. Even with my impaired hearing I was able to make out some sounds. I heard the pins that held the rack in place of the trucks floor being unlocked. Then the shrouded rack with the four captives tied to it was the pushed onto the ramp and then was lowered to the ground. The rack was then propelled for perhaps fifty or so yards over an uneven surface and we were juggled around in a moderately violent manner. I protested enthusiastically through my gag and I am sure my friends joined in, I just couldn’t hear them.
The rack was pushed over a final bump before coming to a halt. A sudden rush
of air rippled the covering of the rack as a door was slammed shut. The rack then shook as the shroud-like cover was zipped open to reveal its captive contents.
The clinging black nylon hood was then pulled off my head along with a small amount of my hair. My hair was sodden with my own perspiration and I shook my head side to side to cool it down. Fingers were then at my face and the plugs were taken from my ears.
I opened my eyes slowly and found the light painful. It took around two minutes for my vision to take shape again. What can I say? It hurt.
‘Ok, take their gags off’. I heard Lenora Ritter say. I felt some nimble fingers playing with the knot on the scarf tightly covering my taped up mouth. My vision began to painfully return to normal.
Lenora Ritter was the first thing I saw. Red hair, black leather and a chilling smile.
‘Welcome Ladies!’ She greeted us.
Lenora Ritter stood framed against quite a backdrop. Beyond the huge window she was standing in front of, I saw a blue sky, white mountains and a countless number of pine trees.
Where we were?
* * * * * * * * * * * *
We stood on unsteady limbs in that room with the pristine white tiles. I saw the silver taps and basins and also the shower cubicles, four to be exact.
Marion Brooke stood to our left and Lynda to our right. Lenora Ritter stood in front of us. She looked both scary and sexy in her black leather outfit.
‘Right ladies! You are all more than a little dishevelled after your journey so I am sure you would like the opportunity to clean up. However, firstly I want you to remove all your clothes’.
This sounded good. Strangely we took it in turns to shed our crumpled and somewhat ‘Lived in’ garments.
Gina was first and pulled her short red party dress over her head. She tossed it onto the floor in front of her. Next she unhooked a very skimpy black silk bra and her nicely shaped breasts were liberated. She was wearing hold-up black stockings and rolled off her right one first and then her left. Her black silk panties were then tugged down and she deftly stepped out of them.
Lynda came forward and gathered up the discarded clothes and stuffed them into a large trash bag.
Lee followed her associates lead. Lee was almost the archetypal fantasy blonde. Long hair, blue eyes, beautiful Nordic features and a great body. Of the four of us, Lee had the least to take off. She pulled off her tight black top and we saw she was without a bra. Her large and really quite fabulous breasts were seemingly firm enough to support themselves. She shed the black socks now sagged about her ankles and the black thong swiftly followed. What can I say? Her collar and cuffs matched.
Her clothes joined Gina’s in the trash bag.
Gita sighed and tossed back her long dark hair and with her dark eyes set on an invisible object in an imaginary distance she began to disrobe. The jacket of her light grey suit had vanished earlier in her captivity. She unbuttoned her short sleeved white blouse and pulled it out from where it had been tucked into her skirt. By force of habit Gita folded the blouse before putting it on the floor. The short grey skirt was unzipped and Gita stepped out of it and carefully laid it on top of the blouse. Her black underwear was a delightful contrast to her slightly pale skin. She was wearing the expensive bra and panties combo her boyfriend had given her as a birthday present two months before. Gita was a garter belt and stockings girl and she shed these prior to her orderly removal of her bra and panties.
Lynda grabbed her clothes and they joined the garment party in the trash bag.
My friends all looked great in their undressed states. It was my turn.
One of the many downsides of my recent role as a full time kidnap victim was the lack of clothes changes. I got out of my outfit with the greatest possible haste. I did not care if ripped a couple of buttons off my beige silk blouse, if I tore my skirt, snagged my sheer pantyhose or ruined my silky CK bra and panties. I just wanted out of these clothes and in record time. I heard Gita giggle slightly at my frantic antics.
Lynda bundled up my garments and put them in the bag.
‘Excellent!’ Lenora Ritter said and then I heard the showers hiss and steam into life. ‘Avail yourselves!’.
As one we rushed to the beckoning streams of water.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
What can I say? This was better. Lenora Ritter was playing favourites. Guess who was favourite?
Post showers and wrapped in fluffy white towels we were starting to feel human again. Marion Brooke had wanted to spoil things.
‘Lynda and I will get them all tied and gagged again’. She had said.
‘Not yet’. Lenora Ritter admonished her. Though Marion Brooke had her own operation, Lenora Ritter was definitely in charge on this one. ‘Ms Kink stays with me. Get the others to the guest room get them dressed, fed, let them rest and then you can tie them up and gag them’.
Gina, Lee and Gita shrank into their towels and let out a collective groan. They just couldn’t get a break!
Marion Brooke scowled at me but her boss had spoken. I would be escaping the discomforts this time around. I felt bad about it. If my friends were to suffer, so should I!
Lenora Ritter then took me by the arm.
‘Come with me. Yes, come on - it’s Ok, I won’t hurt you’.
I hesitated and drew the enormous white towel more tightly about me and looked at her with distinct trepidation through the damp curtain of my hair.
Her striking blue eyes then smiled. They really smiled. What can I say? It was nice.
‘Come on’. She then said softly and I let her lead from the room. I cast a glance back at Gina, Lee and Gita. I did not want to leave them with Marion Brooke.
‘Lynda!’ Marion Brooke said as we made to leave the room. ‘Make sure there’s rope, cloth wads and tape in the guest room’. I heard my friends groan again.
‘Don’t worry’. I heard Lenora Ritter whisper. ‘They’ll be fine’. I would have to trust her.
My bare feet trod the softest and silkiest of carpets as I followed my chief captor down the corridor away from the shower room.
Sunlight streamed in through the huge windows on my left and I blinked down at the stunning vista below. I again saw the mass of pine trees and a couple of cascading waterfalls and then there were the mountains. The house must have been huge and was built on some plain halfway up a mountainside.
‘Where are we?’ I asked Lenora Ritter. She twirled round and smiled.
‘My little mountain retreat,' she told me. There was nothing little about it. I had no idea of what the structure looked like from the outside but the inside was all white and beige. Plenty of wood and very spacious. The place was furnished with the best taste money could buy. I liked what I saw.
‘Where are we going?’ A second question.
‘To get you an outfit’. A second answer.
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People always tell me that I have great legs. Not nice legs, great legs. I suppose I believe them, I have never had a reason not to. I was once told that it would never matter how smart I might be, my legs would always be the secret of my success. I both hoped so and hoped not in near equal amounts.
Having great legs made for a happy relationship with short skirts and heels. What can I say? I like short skirts but this was ridiculous. This one was maybe ten inches from waist to hem. It was silver and felt vaguely metallic. I had no idea what it was made of only that it felt really, really good to wear. Under it I wore the very briefest of white thongs and my feet were adorned by a classic pair of black heels. The shoes felt butter soft to wear and the steep four inch heels took me up where I felt I belonged. The top I wore was black, soft and rather tight and left my arms and midriff bare. I was lucky to possess a flatter than average tummy. I wore no bra under the black top and I had to say it showed off my breasts to a rather fine advantage.
My long hair (dark brown with a touch of black in it) was loose over my shoulders and some expert make-up skills from my captor-no-make that host had banished the pale hostage look from my face. My eyes are green but they had never seemed that green before?
The only thing marring this tableaux were the rope marks about my bare ankles and just below the knees. They were also about my wrists. The marks were red and on the angry side. The exotic scented and expensive sounding oils Lenora Ritter had applied to the stricken areas had yet to work their magic. There had also been marks on my lower face where the frightening selection of gags had been applied. The make-up had seemingly airbrushed them away. It was nice to be fussed over.
I sipped a chill and quite delicious chardonnay from elegant crystal and enjoyed the view of the wild landscape down below.
‘Do you like the wine?’ Lenora Ritter asked me. ‘It’s from my own vineyard’.
‘I do’. I replied turning around to face her.
She was out of her black leather and boots and was wearing a stunning cream silk dress which seemed to float around her. She was barefoot and I noted that she had beautiful feet. Her flaming hair was a real contrast to the dress and she seemed relaxed and friendly.
Marion Brooke and Lynda were unfortunately present in the room. Their eyes followed me everywhere I moved about the room.
‘What about my friends?’ It was a matter of real concern to me.
‘Marion has fed them and now they’ve been put to bed’. Lenora Ritter told me.
‘They have been tied and gagged’. Marion Brooke then said. ‘I don’t like the idea of them discussing any plans they might have’.
‘They deserve a break Marion’. Lenora Ritter told her. ‘They’re locked up and what harm can they do us? But if it makes you feel better’. She then turned to me. ‘What about your attire?’
‘It is rather fine but there could be more of it’. I told her.
‘Yes, scant and not really practical but you look wonderful in it plus you can’t hide anything about your person’.
She was right about that.
‘So what happens next?’ I ventured.
‘Dinner’. She told me.
‘And after that?’
‘We’ll see’.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Marion Brooke and Lynda declined to join us for dinner. I was not sorry. I had grown weary of their eyes constantly tracking me.
‘Marion, you are not to torment the others! I mean it! Leave them alone!’ Lenora Ritter wagged a finger at her compatriot. ‘You too Lynda!’
Marion Brooke scowled at me and Lynda just shrugged. They left the room.
What can I say? This was some dinner that Lenora Ritter had prepared. I had just sat, relaxed and sipped fine wine while she toiled in the enormous yet minimalist style kitchen. The same could be said for the whole house (or whatever it was), huge and seemingly empty but surprisingly bright and comfortable.
With a skirt as short as the one I now wore it was nearly impossible to sit with any real degree of modesty. I grew to like my outfit more by the second. Would I get to keep it?
When I joined Lenora Ritter at the steel and glass table with the steel and glass chairs. My stomach growled at what was laid before me. The theme was definitely Asia/Pacific. Some Japanese, a little Thai, a smattering of Chinese, a touch of Indonesian plus some Indian representation.
Lenora Ritter giggled as her invitation to indulge was so eagerly accepted by me. However as I binged on these delights I was then aware of my friends plight.
‘Don’t worry’. My host and captor told me. ‘Your friends were fed before you and it was exactly the same’. I relaxed at her words.
As we dined we began to talk. Not about big issues such as what fate awaited my friends and I but nice little ones. I was getting used to being in this woman’s company without being bound and gagged. It was certainly different being able to move and speak around her.
I had seen Lenora Ritter’s face before in various glossy journals but she was so
much more beautiful in the flesh. That amazing hair, those incredible eyes and that magnificently boned face.
She was intrigued by my family. I was an only child and was so very, very close to my parents. She perhaps envied me this. It was well known that Lenora Ritter had lost both parents in a plane crash when she was six years old. She told me that it had felt like she had been raised by lawyers, bankers and private tutors and that her vast fortune could buy her anything except a true sense of family.
I felt bold enough to ask her a more direct question.
‘The other day or whenever it was. When I was all tied up with those other people, you said I reminded you of somebody. Was that true?’
Lenora Ritter nodded. ‘Completely. Her name was Catherine Conrad. She was lovely and adventurous but she had a taste for danger. The latter cost her dearly’.
‘She died?’
‘Killed in a skydiving accident, she was the same age as you are now’.
‘Am I like her?’
‘In time you could be’.
There was then a period of silence between us. It was not an uneasy silence. I further enjoyed the food on display. Lenora Ritter then broke the silence.
‘I have to go away for a time, should be no more than a day’. She said.
‘What happens to my friends and I?’ I ventured.
‘You’ll stay here and when I get back I’ll decide what to do with you’.
‘I suppose the dreadful duo get to play babysitters’. I sighed.
‘They do’. Lenora Ritter told me. ‘However they are to treat you like guests and not prisoners’.
What can I say? I would believe that when I saw it.
Marion Brooke and Lynda then returned to the room.
‘I am leaving within the hour Marion’. Lenora Ritter told her. ‘You and Lynda are to be babysitters for our guests’.
‘I’ll get Ms Kink tied and gagged’. Marion Brooke said.
‘Only if she declines to behave! I’m trusting you to take care of them’.
‘I will’. Marion Brooke stated. The way she was looking at me told me she was lying.
‘If there is any trouble, you know what to do’.
‘I certainly do’. Marion Brooke was then right by me.
‘Just give me the opportunity’. She whispered.
I gave her a furious look and shoved her away from me. She staggered back and then quickly composing herself took two angry strides towards me.
‘Stop it! The pair of you!’ Lenora Ritter admonished us. ‘I expect you both to behave, you too Lynda. My house, my rules!’
Lenora Ritter then left us. I knew I was then at the mercy of the dreadful duo.
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Marion Brooke and I just stood and stared at each other. In my extreme heels I had temporary height advantage. Our eyes were locked together and generating as much hostility as possible.
‘It makes a change that you don’t have guns and that I’m not all tied up doesn’t it?’
‘You want a piece of us?’ Lynda then stepped forward. Her doll like face was full of destructive glee.
‘What about a little one on one?’
‘Works for me!’ The spiky haired Asian girl came forward.
‘Wait Lynda!. You know what Lenora said. Let’s take her to her friends and lock her up’. Marion Brooke reluctantly played mediator.
What can I say? I was not really dressed for combat in that tiny skirt, top and heels. However something told me that I was going to tangle with these two regardless of the house rules. It would suddenly just happen.
‘Let’s go’. Marion Brooke ordered.
I walked behind her with Lynda bringing up the rear. I wanted to be back with my friends even if my recent liberty would come to an end. We walked down the lushly carpeted hallway towards the stairs that led to the lower floor where Gina, Lee and Gita were confined in the dorm-like room.
Lynda should never have shoved me in the back.
My right elbow shot back like a piston and smashed into her face. It connected with a satisfying amount of force.
I spun round on my heels and saw Lynda clutching her nose with both hands trying to stem a torrent of crimson.
My right fist crashed into her lower abdomen and my left soared in and struck her on the jaw.
My second blow lifted Lynda off her feet and she twisted and hit the wall to her left face first. She went down like a wet bag of sand.
I turned rapidly to face Marion Brooke. She was momentarily stunned by the speed and ferocity of my attack. I took full advantage of this.
I kicked out with my left foot and the pencil thin heel of my shoe struck her knee. By the way she cried out I knew that I had really hurt her. My left fist hit her low and my right connected with the side of her head. Then my left hit her high and my left took her low. I then kicked again with my right foot and assaulted her other knee.
Marion Brooke staggered back from my attack but she did not go down. This woman was tough. In the seconds that it took me to launch another attack , she was ready for me.
Marion Brooke staggered back from my attack but she did not go down. This woman was tough. In the seconds that it took me to launch another attack , she was ready for me.
Her retaliation was lightening fast and brutally effective. Soon I was lying on my back with my head spinning, my vision blurred and every ounce of wind knocked out of me.
My sight cleared quickly enough to see Marion Brooke standing over me with a panting and gasping Lynda at her side. Lynda’s face was a bit of a mess.
‘Don’t play games with me Ms Kink!’ Marion Brooke hissed and placed a boot heel hard on my chest. ’You have just earned yourself a night in the woods!’
* * * * * * * * * * * *
What can I say? This was not good!
The sun was going down and the forest was becoming a mass of dark shadows around us. I did not want to spend a night, tied up in the woods but it was going to happen anyway. Worse still it was getting cold.
Marion Brooke was on point and Lynda walked behind me. They were both toting the scary machine pistols again. Lynda’s face was now decorated by white gauze and medical tape. What can I say? Giving that girls face a hard slap had been absolute pleasure. Trouble was I was paying for it now.
Marion Brooke would stop occasionally and in the rapidly fading light I could see her grimace slightly as she touched her sides. With a bit of luck I had cracked some ribs.
I was not dressed for the great outdoors as I made stumbling progress on the path that led us deeper into the dark forest. I was still clad in a brief tight top and one of the shortest skirts in creation, the fabulous shoes I had been wearing earlier had been replaced by a pair of ratty sneakers.
I had been tied up again but only so much as I could make it to my next bondage appointment under my own steam. My wrists were crossed and bound in front of me and I was enjoying the enforced quiet of yet another gag. My lower face was again covered by a mass of duct tape strips. After cramming a large wad of cloth into my mouth Marion Brooke must have used half a roll of duct tape to seal it shut.
I must have been moving too slowly because Lynda jabbed me in the back with her gun. It hurt! I turned and glared at her. If looks could kill, my face needed a licence.
I was prodded and led on in a landscape growing more forbidding by the minute. Trees, bushes, rocks, earth, odd sounds and things with sharp teeth. This was a real alien landscape to a city girl such as I. I was a long way from the stores, cafes, clubs and crowded pavements that I loved. I was no fan of the wilderness or wide open spaces.
I was scared and apprehensive about what was happening to me but at least my friends were in relative safety. Gina, Lee and Gita were currently lying bound and gagged on their beds back at the house. I drew comfort from the fact that at least I was the only one paying a price for my hopeless antics.
I heard something howl! I really did! It sounded big and close by. My eyes were wide over the gagging mass of tape as they frantically scanned the trees around us.
Lynda sniggered at my fright and called me a ‘Dumb bitch’. Her tone was overly nasal. A broken nose does that for a girl.
We had arrived in a clearing. In the fading light I could see it was nearly a perfect circle ringed by the pine trees. The ground was flat and covered by a layer of grass. The grass felt damp through my well worn sneakers.
The path that we had followed in was also the only way back out. I looked up to my left and above the tree tops I saw the mountain towering upwards, majestic, rugged and fearsome. To the right were more trees and a distance beyond them a very steep drop.
Then I saw the post. Who had put that there?
‘This is where you get to spend the night’. Marion Brooke then told me. ‘Did you know it gets very cold in the mountains at night?’
Lynda sniggered.
‘Let’s make you comfortable Ms Kink’. Marion Brooke said.
Lynda then turned me round and pushed me until my back met the heavy wooden post.
Marion Brooke pulled a huge coil of rope from her shoulder sack and set to work.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Lynda gripped my shoulders to make sure I stayed put. Dropping to one knee Marion Brooke started to bind me to the post.
My shoddy sneaker clad feet wriggled in the dirt as inch by inch the tight ropes began their journey up my body. My body became slightly more numb with each turn of the rope. I was past caring when the rope reached my hips and just wished Marion Brooke would hurry up and finish.
Soon I looked down and saw that I was wrapped in rope from ankles to neck. It was as if the rough wooden post was part of me. Sooz Kink was trapped in a web of ropes.
There was the first flash of white before my eyes as a band of cloth was pulled about my forehead and tightly tied off behind the post. The second length was adjusted to go around my taped up mouth and completely cover my lower face before being securely knotted off just below the first cloth.
This latest stage of Sooz Kink in bondage was now complete and she was going nowhere.
It was strange that Marion Brooke and Lynda then left me without a word. One minute they were there and one minute they weren’t.
There was no sound but the wind and no movement but the bending of the branches of the trees that surrounded the clearing. Night had now fully laid claim to everything and I was all tied up and alone.
This was uncomfortable and scary. How long would I be out here? That was a fear inducing question. Just for the night would be ordeal enough but what if it was for longer.
I couldn’t move my head. The tight bands of cloth about my forehead and mouth trapped my head to the post. As a result I had a very restricted field of vision. I had no idea of what was behind me.
All manner of nasty things lived in the mountains and forests. Bears and mountain lions and other things that would eat frightened city girls. Each sound in the foliage surrounding the clearing gave rise to near panic in me. What was out there?
As always there was no give in the mass of ropes wrapping me up and my gag rendered me incapable of anything approaching speech. I was helpless.
‘C’mon Sooz’. I told myself. I had survived worse than this. Who was I kidding? I hadn’t endured anything like it before!
Then my eyes caught a movement in the tangled shrubs of the tree line to my front. I blinked in the cold dark. There was definitely movement. There was a rustle and something emerged from cover. It was dark, man sized and crouched low and moving straight at me.
What can I say? Indeed what might I ever say again?