Part Three
I coudn't move a muscle, but knew the plane was descending. Under my six silk scarf head bondage, my ears popped. The plane's engines switched off and Miss Irving said 'Happy holidays start here,Veronica! Off we go!'
'Mpph mmmpph mppph!'was all I could reply. I was terrified.But hadn't I enjoyed the ride, all subservient and cocooned, not having to make any choices beyond 'to mmph or not to mmph?'. Thoughts stopped as the box I sat crated inside started to move, gaining speed down a ramp as I was bumped around inside. But no chance of moving,I was buckled in too tight for that. It was hot. I was still wearing jeans and boots, but the climate felt tropical and I started to sweat, from the heat and fear, too.
I rolled on, pushed by unknown hands, for five minutes, until I heard the crate stop and the door be unbolted. 'Welcome to Julie's Island, Miss Bond'(that's me, Veronica Bond. It hadn't occured to me before that this was such irony), said a welcoming voice. 'We do hope you'll enjoy your vacation,and that we can do anything you wish to make you uncomfortable.'
UN-comfortable? This was no five star hotel. As I panicked, I felt hands removing the scarf blindfold. I blinked and mmmphed. From my box I saw a red haired girl at the reception desk, just like a real hotel. Miss Irving unbuckled my bonds and said 'Out you come!' So on wobbly legs,I followed. When I emerged, I looked around, and saw I was in - well, a hotel. Nothing odd about that, apart from most guests don't have handcuffs snapped on after they arrive in a crate after being kidnapped.
'I'll get someone to show you to your room, Miss Bond,' said the receptionist.'No. I'll do it myself'. She stepped out from behind the desk, revealing she was wearing a prisoner-style cuffs combination of wrist and ankle cuffs all connected by chains, an unusual contrast to her white blouse and black skirt. 'I'll bring your luggage too.'
What luggage? I hadn't exactly had time to pack, so I was surprised to see my red,shiny suitcase on wheels being pulled by the receptionist. 'Follow me,' she smiled, and I did. It was good to walk, free of those damned ankle cuffs.
What would this place be like? I got a hint when I saw a fellow 'vacationer' being led around on a lead by a staff member. The vacationer was wearing a bikini and harness ballgag. She smiled at me (or at least tried) and greeted me with a friendly 'naawr uram',whatever that meant.
'Here we are - room 38' said the receptionist. 'I'll leave your luggage, and unlock your handcuffs. I advise you to have a shower; your day one vacation plan is on the bed.' The room was luxurious and spacious - five star, indeed - and as my cuffs were unlocked, I sat on the bed as the receptionist said 'Thirty minutes, then we'll start. See you later, and enjoy your stay Miss Bond!' before rattling off back to her desk.
As the door shut, I sat down and rubbed my wrists. The scarves had been on my head for so long, I'd almost forgotten they were there, but when I remembered, I tried to remove them with haste. First, the OTM layer, wet through. Then the kerchief. The relief of not biting down on those sodden scarves in my mouth was tremendous. Then the cleave. Really wet. Then the packing, which emerged small and slimy and with a cough. I lay on the bed and fell asleep - only to be woken by a knock on the door.
'Ready, Veronica? It's room service, as ordered!' said a woman's voice.
'Err, I'm not ready,' I said, still two-thirds asleep.
'Not the right answer, Veronica!' said the woman, who unlocked the door immediately. It opened to reveal two women in maid's uniforms. Not the frilly French ones, but normal hotel issue. One was dark, one blonde, and reminded me instantly of the pretty but stern girls I'd seen tying each other in those great Irving Klaw photographs.
'Haven't you read the planner? You should be ready by now! Get showered, you have five minutes. Then we'll dress you. NOW I SAID!'
These girls had obviously been to Miss Irving's charm school. Sternly they pointed towards the bathroom. I saw a Taser peeping from the dark girl's pocket, and as she noticed me looking , patted it. 'Good things, these. Can make the most recalcitrant guests suddenly be very well behaved,' she smirked. 'And don't lock the door.'
I showered quickly, it was good to be clean. I towelled myself dry - would the women come in? I felt deeply vulnerable, but then noticed the door open and a pile of black clothes be pushed into the room.
'Get dressed.'
I recognised the clothes. My black velvet basque and knickers. Black seamed stockings. The black high heels I'd bought in Madrid on my last business trip.Long black velvet gloves. Black suspender belt. Obviously someone had raided my home for the lingerie and clothes I saved for more intimate moments, and knew what they were looking for.
I hurried to dress. Luckily, the basque fastened up the front, but I always had problems snapping on the suspenders at the back.
'Come on, we haven't got all day,' shouted Blondie.
'I'm not ready yet!' I replied.
'Too bad.' With that, the two came in and dragged me out. I'm strong,but it was pointless to struggle with these two. They spotted my danglng suspenders, stopped, fastened them as I blushed, and walked me to the centre of the room, where they'd placed a chair. The usual kind you find in a hotel room, padded seat, lowish back, arms - oh, and covered in coils of rope and what looked like bandages and more scarves. I immediately knew what I had in store and didn't like it.
'No, please, I've been tied up enough, I need a rest, please!' I pleaded, struggling in their grip.
'And a good rest is what you'll get. You are on holiday, after all Miss Bond!' said the dark girl. 'This would be a lot easier if you'd have read the plan and been ready. Still, you're ready now, so please do take a seat.'
I sat, glaring at them. 'Now you know it's rude to stare.' I was confused, Miss Irving had wanted me to stare at her when she was gagging me but not when she was working. I was confused and didn't know what to do. 'Just look in that mirror when we're working on you. As Miss I says, you might learn something.'
That mirror was a long one on a stand placed four feet in front of me. I could see everything - me in my saucy lingerie,looking sexy,two maids, like ravens on either side, and the whole trussing up process. I felt so embarrassed and humiliated, to submit to these women, but had no choice.
'Hands on armrests. Sit back.Don't move - actually you won't be able to much longer,' said Blondie. And so I watched my body become enmeshed in soft white cotton rope. Firstly, my wrists encircled to the arms, then my elbows. Ropes around my chest and waist, bonding me to the chair. I squirmed a little, as much from the embarrassment of having to watch myself be bound as the pain. Previously, I'd been shocked by the swiftness of the kidnappers and Miss Irving, now I knew what to expect and fell into submission. But I couldn't resist kicking my legs at the women, the only part of me that was free.
I hit the dark-haired girl in the ankle. She winced,then said 'We'll show you who's boss!', as she and Blondie grabbed my ankles and looped miles of rope around them, cinching them tightly. They repeated the process with my knees, then tied my ankles to the left hand leg of the chair.
'That really hurts, can't you loosen it a bit?' I pleaded.
'What do you say, Veronica?' replied Blondie.
'...please....Miss...' I said conciliatorily.
But instead of loosening my bonds, both women laughed. 'That's enough from you. What will happen next, Veronica?' said dark haired girl, holding a massive wad of linen napkin in her hand.
I gulped. I knew the answer. 'I will be gagged.'
The answer was the wad being folded and poked into my mouth, filling every nook and cranny. 'Eas, aw, aw, ea!' I pleaded.The reply was a second napkin. I saw my face, cheeks bulging with the cloths. My mouth would not close - it would hurt if I tried.
'Close your lips, Missy' said Blondie. 'Ah aaaa' I replied. 'Can't or won't? This will help.' She held my lips almost together as her accomplice slapped on a six inch strip of grey duct tape, smoothing it over my lips and hamster cheeks. She smoothed it down, then added two more pieces in an x shape. I looked ridiculous and started strugglng. The women laughed. I blushed. I could barely move and it was their fault.
'We'll read you your vacation plan for the rest of the day. What you're experiencing now is Room Service menu 1, the classic chair tie, with extras selected for you by Miss Irving. Next, you will be sunbathing on the pool terrace, then dinner, then bed. After all, you have had a busy, busy first day.' Blondie snapped the leather book shut as I stared at her and tried to communicate in gag-talk, all mmmphs, awwws and head movements.
'We'll leave you to enjoy your own company now,' said the dark lady. 'Oh, we forgot this!' she added, removing a roll of heavy bandage from her pocket.
She walked over to me. Wasn't I gagged enough? Surely not this...but yes. It was the kind of bandage that sticks to itself, as well as you, and it was wrapped around my head time after time after time. It distorted my face with each turn, pulling the skin on my face and sticking to my dark, long curls. By the time the women finished, my face felt an inch thicker and looked ridiculous. My mouth was a mere memory, covered with tape and bandages, and my lips were truly trapped. Beyond a small mmmmm, speech was impossible, and as they smoothed the bandages down, Blondie said 'When we shut someone up, they're well and truly shut up. Aren't you Veronica?'
'mmmm mmm.' Yes Miss. Might as well try some gag-talk to keep her happy, otherwise , who knows?
They left without another word. I heard the key lock in the door, and looked in the mirror at my body. All the words. Trussed, bound,gagged, silenced, immovable, helpless, trapped, hostage, kidnap, prisoner, nobody, captive, damsel in distress.
There was no way out. Should I fight back? How could I? I looked at the void where my mouth was, cheeks bulging over the wrap gag, tried to cry out. No use. I did look like a Klaw heroine, though, and I liked it.
But how long could I cope. And how long would I have to?