BINDING LEASE
By Johnny Mills
Chapter Two
Gagged,
hooded, stringently bound and nearly naked, Jenni struggled wildly in the back
of the van which was carrying her to an unknown destination and fate. After a
few minutes her struggles began to slow. With her mouth filled by a tightly
strapped-in ball and a cloth bag covering her head, she couldn't inhale the
amount of air her body required to continue its nearly
insane contortions.
Sobbing, she lay nearly motionless
on one side for minutes while her lungs labored to replenish the oxygen supply
in her body. And her inactivity seemed to allow her brain to start to function
rationally for the first time since the two masked intruders had pulled her off
her bed where she had been surprised during a self-bondage session.
She realized that she should have
been trying to keep track of the direction in which the van was traveling. In
the event that she escaped or was released, such information could help the
police locate her abductors. It was too late now, and she thought it probably
would have been impossible anyway. There had been too many turns, and it seemed
to her that on a couple of occasions there had even been some "U" or
"Y" turns as the vehicle reversed direction for awhile. Her
kidnappers had probably done that to negate any possibility that she might
remember the route.
And what had she been doing, pulling
madly against the bonds which held her? She certainly had enough experience to
know that such a tactic would do little other than to tighten cinches and knots,
assuming that the ropes had been tied competently. Competently?
That was the mother of all understatements. The coils around her wrists and
elbows felt like tight bands of metal. And she herself had carefully tied her
knees and crossed ankles. Those ropes weren't going to magically slip or pop
off either.
In addition to the dilemna facing
her body, her mind was also engaged in another seemingly impossible struggle -
to understand how this could have happened. It strained coincidence to the
breaking point to think that her apartment had been randomly invaded just after
she had settled - for the first time since she had moved there - into a fantasy
of enforced helplessness. But how could anyone know? She'd told no one of her
interest in bondage. Her shades had all been down. For anyone to have knowledge
of what she'd been doing seemed impossible. If it was just a kidnapping though,
why had she been targeted? Neither she nor anyone in her family were wealthy, so ransom was out. That seemed to leave only
the possibility that someone had seen her, wanted her, and had taken her,
making their move at the one time that was worst
for her and best for them due to some freak of chance.
She squeezed her eyes tightly closed
and worked to master her panic again before it could overwhelm her reason and
provoke more useless thrashing. Bringing herself under control, she willed her
fingers to search for the knot holding her wrist ropes in place. She was
dexterous; she'd untied a lot of small, tough knots over the years. She could
untie this one too. She must!
In the back of her mind was the
mocking realization that this was exactly the sort of situation in which she
had so often imagined herself. A tightly bound captive being
spirited away into the night. But those fantasies, which she could
shape, edit, and end as she desired, were delightfully arousing. This reality
was simply terrifying. These people had fantasies of their own. To them she was
merely a prop, a toy, an object. They could be planning to do anything to her,
absolutely anything. And she was completely helpless to do anything to stop
them.
Completely helpless, yes - for her
long fingers could not find the knot on her wrist ropes. The insides of her
wrists were pressed together too tightly for her hands to twist in either
direction. Fighting down panic again, she began to squirm backwards inch by
inch, hoping that perhaps she could find a sharp edge somewhere along the side
of the vehicle's interior.
As she did this
the van stopped, as it had several times before during the fifteen or so
minutes since her captors had driven her away. But this time Jenni could
hear no sound of other traffic or pedestrians nearby. She heard one of the
doors in the front of the van open and close. Seconds later there was a
rumbling sound as of a garage door being opened. The van moved forward a short
distance and stopped again. A second later its motor was turned off just as the
rumbling noise of the overhead door closing came to Jenni's ears. As that noise
ended, the captive girl could hear the driver's side door open and close.
With a low moan Jenni tried to push
herself faster back toward the van's wall. But she had not even touched its
surface, let alone had time to search for a jagged edge which might saw through
her bonds, when the van's side door slid open. Ignoring - or more likely
relishing - her muffled screams, someone pulled her
body toward them across the floor of the van. The length of rope between her
bound wrists and ankles was undone, and her writhing body was scooped up -
again, she could feel, by a woman - and carried.
As when she had been taken from her
apartment, the journey was not far. Jenni was lowered carefully, her tightly
tied arms positioned to slide over the back of a wooden chair as she was seated
on it. Someone used the rope dangling from her ankle bonds to lash her feet to
one of the chair legs. At the same time someone else was passing loops of
heavier rope around her midsection, the back of the chair, and her bound arms,
reinforcing her seated position. That knot was tied near her navel. A second
later Jenni twitched and gave a smothered gasp as a hand gave her crotchrope a
tug.
Her reactions were repeated when
fingers jerked at the wire hanging between her nipples. She tensed fearfully,
waiting for whatever the next move against her might be. She gave a muted cry
as a hand came down on the top of her head and then pulled off the cloth bag
which had been covering it. A few strands of her light brown hair were yanked
away with the bag.
Jenni blinked at the re-introduction
of light to her world and shook her head, trying to move mussed hair out of her
eyes. Suddenly gloved hands were finger-combing her tresses aside, and Jenni
got her first look at one of her abductors.
It was not a sight designed to calm
her nerves. Jenni saw a cat-suited woman who must be over six feet tall even
though she was not wearing heels. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight
ponytail. She put her hands on her hips and smiled at Jenni, but it was the
sort of smile which could give you bad dreams. She looked very fit and
athletic, as if she might be an aerobics instructor or personal trainer.
Jenni looked away from her,
snatching glances at the place where she'd been brought. It appeared to be a
warehouse or storage facility of some sort. There were several types of
furniture within her range of vision, some more suitable for an office and
others for living areas. Jenni could also see some household appliances like
ovens and refrigerators. But the place was by no means full; there were large
open areas and probably more room behind her, since the van which had driven
her inside was not visible and was presumably somewhere behind her chair.
Jenni's gaze returned to the woman
in front of her, whose smile widened a bit as she saw the fear in Jenni's eyes.
The woman's eyes inventoried her captive slowly and with obvious delight. Jenni
was suddenly acutely aware of her nearly nude body. Of how her arm bondage was
causing her naked breasts to be thrust forward. Of the wired
nooses on her nipples. And of the knotted crotchrope
bisecting her bikini panties. And of course of her
total helplessness and vulnerability. She swallowed with some difficulty
and tried to blink away the tears she felt gathering in her eyes. She was sure
that her entire body must be a dark red from shame.
Whatever amount of this that the
tall woman could read from Jenni's face or form seemed to please and amuse the
captor. With a final smile which managed to be both taunting and threatening,
she turned and strolled away from the bound girl. After a few catlike strides
she moved off to the side as she came to a desk, upon one of the corners of
which she gracefully lowered herself.
With the tall woman out of her line
of vision, Jenni could now see a second woman, seated in a chair behind the
desk. The girl peered at her more closely, focusing with disbelief. It was the
woman who had rented her her apartment! Jenni struggled to recall her name -
Ms. Franklin? Was she now going to deliver a lecture about Jenni's moral
shortcomings and then tell her that she was being evicted?
"Hello Jenni," the
landlady greeted her calmly. Jenni could only stare - not that she could have
done much else under the conditions in any case. She took small, quick breaths
and shivered slightly.
"In case you don't recall, my
name is Michelle Franklin. When you are able to speak, please call me Michelle.
This," she extended a hand toward the tall, catsuited woman, "is
Samantha. She prefers to be addressed as Sam. Or more
frequently, Mistress." Samantha still had her knowing smile on
display, but it became a few degrees icier as her title was given.
Ms. Franklin rose from her chair and
walked around the table to stand in front of it. She looked quite different
than she had on the two previous occasions when Jenni had met her. She still
had dark eyes and long brown hair, but the hair which had formerly been
fastened back in a bun was now hanging loosely over her shoulders and down her
back. In her office and at the apartment she had once worn a loose pantsuit and
on the other occasion a bulky sweater and a calf-length skirt.
Now she was clad in a tight white
blouse neatly tucked into a snug black skirt which ended at the middle of her
thighs Tan nylons were on her legs above heeled shoes which, like Jenni's, made
her four inches taller than normal - in Ms. Franklin's case, close to six feet.
Her outfit made it clear to any observer that although she was about ten years
older than Jenni's 23, she had a spectacular body
which was being very well maintained indeed.
"I was quite... taken with you,
Jenni, when you visited the office and apartment. I was extremely happy when
you decided to rent with me. You're an very attractive
young woman. Stunning actually, in my estimation.
"And I'm afraid that my
infatuation with you caused me to do something horribly wrong. Something reprehensible and criminal. Even before this abduction.
I had a small video camera installed in your bedroom."
Jenni's expression, previously
fearful and embarrassed, for a moment showed disbelief and accusation, and
Michelle held up her open hands in response. "Horrible, I freely admit it.
It was a loathsome act, and I apologize.
"Not that it makes my act any
less shameful, but I did plan to remove the camera next week. I told myself I
had enough images for my fantasies, and that I must give you back your deserved
privacy.
"Still..." her voice
trailed off and she looked down at the floor for several seconds before
continuing as she again looked at Jenni. "I'd
seen that abrasion mark on your wrist. I know a rope burn when I see one, dear.
I'd seen that you'd had no visitors to your bedroom. And I wondered and hoped
that possibly...
"And then this evening as I was
getting ready to meet Sam, I saw you get out the ropes and cuffs and hang up
the block of ice. And I saw that my dream was coming true.
"So I notified Sam, and we
waited and watched while you wrapped yourself into a beautiful little package.
And then we came and collected you."
She walked over to Jenni and used
her thumbs to wipe away tears Jenni hadn't even realized were sliding down her
cheeks. "I'm sorry we frightened you," she whispered. "You are
just so lovely, especially like this."
She returned to the desk. "My
hasty plan during the time that I was completely overwhelmed by seeing you bind
yourself, was to have fun with you tonight whether you agreed to it or not. To
either keep you hooded or for us to keep our ski masks on. Or possibly to let
you see me, but to warn you that if you brought charges against me, I would use
the tape of your self-bondage to show that you enjoyed what was done to
you."
Michelle stepped closer to Jenni
again and crouched down to look her levelly in the eyes. She shook her head
once and spoke as earnestly as she could. "But I find, now that you're
here before me, that I can't do any of that. I care about you too much Jenni. I
want to have all sorts of bondage fun with you, but only if you agree to it. I
want you to be a helpless prisoner - but only voluntarily. I want you to
fulfill my fantasies, and to help you fulfill your own. But I don't want to
force you into something you're not ready to experience. I don't want you hurt.
I couldn't bear it. And I know that sounds crazy coming from someone who broke
into your apartment and abducted you. I guess I've only now come to my senses.
Or finally realized how much you mean to me. I want more than just a plaything.
I want you, Jenni, all of you. Your trust and... affection.
At the very least, your friendship.
"If you don't want to be a part
of this, I'll release you and return you to your apartment. If you wish, I'll
wait outside while you dress and then go with you to the police station, or
wait for them to arrive at the apartment building. And I will admit everything
to them. Invading your apartment, abducting you, false imprisonment, spying on
you, everything."
This earned her a sidelong glance
from Samantha, which Jenni thought Michelle didn't notice. But either she did
or she anticipated the reaction. "Naturally, I'll say that everything was
done by me alone. Sam will be left out of it entirely."
Michelle rose and moved directly in
front of the captive girl. "I'm going to cede you total control of the
situation, Jenni. My fate, my future, my life will be in your hands. I can't do
anything more to show you how completely genuine my offer and intentions are.
And again, I'm sorry that I did this - all of this - to you."
She moved behind Jenni, unbuckled
the ballgag, and eased it out of the younger woman's mouth. "You shouldn't
put it in that tightly," she whispered, rubbing the corners of Jenni's
mouth gently. "Would you like some water?"
Jenni shook her head. Her mind was
filled with all sorts of churning thoughts and emotions. She took a few
seconds, not trying to speak until she had her emotions mastered to some
degree. But even then when she opened her mouth and tried to respond, she could
do nothing but sob uncontrollably, her body shaking in the chair. For almost a
full minute she wept.
Michelle walked back over to the
desk. She took a box of facial tissues from one of the drawers. Holding the box
in one hand and dragging the chair from behind the desk with the other, she
returned to the crying girl, whose tears were finally starting to diminish. She
put her chair near but slightly in front of Jenni's and sat down facing her.
She used several of the tissues to wipe off Jenni's cheeks and dabbed around
her mouth. She carefully, gently smoothed aside some of the girl's hair, which
had again fallen across her face while she sobbed.
"Please don't cry, Jenni. It
breaks my heart to see it. It's tearing me up to know how completely wrong I
went about this and how many horrible, stupid things I did. I'm so sorry. It's
just that I... I know what it's like to have the same sort of urges that you
have, and to be alone with no one to help with them. I was like that for a long
time before I found Sam. But ours is really just more of a... business
relationship. I thought that with you, I could find something more,
something... emotionally fulfilling, I guess. But now I see that I've thrown
that chance away because of foolish thoughts and urges I wouldn't
control."
Michelle began to cry herself.
"God, I wish I could go back and change so many things I did, but I can't.
I'm so very sorry Jenni. Please talk to me. Tell me what I can do. Do you think
that someday, somehow, you could forgive me? Do you think you might even give
me a chance to be your friend, to show you how much I care about you?"
Jenni coughed and gasped a bit as
she finally controlled her emotions enough to speak. "I... B-but I'm not... not a ..."
"Not a lesbian?" Michelle
finished for her with a small smile as she too stopped crying.
Jenni nodded miserably, fearful that
her insulted captors might lash out at her in rage.
"Sam and I aren't really
lesbians either Jenni. We enjoy the company of both men and women. And although
Sam always likes to be in charge, I can be happy on either end of the ropes.
When we have our "game nights," it's never a big group, but we
sometimes have a man or woman or two join us.
"I'd be lying if I said that I
wouldn't always like to be next to you Jenni, either as your captor or as a
fellow captive. But if it's your preference, we could certainly arrange for a
man to dominate you."
Despite her situation, the idea of
being completely helpless - bound, gagged, and blindfolded - while a man's
hands came down on her sent a shudder of pleasure through Jenni's body. She
hoped that the two women saw it only as a shiver in the cool air. She shifted
slightly in the chair as best she could, ignored the rub this caused from her
crotchrope, and looked imploringly up at Michelle.
"It's not... I don't want to be
whipped or thrown around or stuff like that," she explained in what she
hoped wasn't too pleading a tone. "I just like being tied up. And pretending things."
Michelle nodded sagely, smiling a
bit again. "Maybe some spanking? A little kissing and
touching? You could close your eyes and imagine anything. And we always
have safe words or signals to stop the scenarios."
"Maybe.
I... I don't know. All of this... What you did was
really wrong. The camera... And taking me... I was so scared,
I thought I might have a heart attack. I - I can't decide right now, like this.
Will you please untie me and take me home?"
"Of course.
Yes." Michelle got out of her chair, pushed it back a bit, and then went
down on her left knee as she began to undo the rope holding Jenni's feet to the
chair.
Sam rose smoothly from the desk and
took two long, silent strides to come up behind Michelle. Jenni had just raised
her eyes to look at Sam; she had no time to say anything as the tall woman bent
and stretched her arms around Michelle. Light glinted off something in Sam's
right hand as she closed her hands around Michelle's wrists.
She snapped a handcuff closed around
Michelle's right wrist and pulled both of her arms behind her back. Michelle
gave a startled exclamation which then turned into a gasp of pain.
"Sam - ! What the he...! Ah!
Oh!" There was a clicking sound as the other handcuff closed around her
left wrist.
"What are you doing?"
Michelle asked angrily. "This isn't the time for games! Let me go, right
now!" She struggled furiously to rise from her kneeling position, but Sam
now had one hand holding the links between the handcuffs, the other fisted in
her auburn hair, and one of her feet pressing down on Michelle's left ankle.
"No game, 'chelle," Sam
said calmly. "Just a change in plans. Like you
said, ours is - or has been - a business relationship. And I was recently
tendered a better offer. So neither you nor Little Miss Tie Myself are going
anywhere. Someone wants to use that lovely body of yours, and they're paying me
a lot of money to serve it up to them. And while that's going on, I'm going to
start to teach New Girl here what being a real Submissive is
all about." She flashed a grin like that of a ravenous moray eel at
Jenni, who stared back in wide-eyed terror as she saw that her nightmare was
far from over.