Sooz Kink-My Bondage Adventures
The 13th Hostage
By Peter Walsh
Part Three
What can I say? Bound and gagged again! This was getting to be an uncomfortable habit. I took little solace from the fact that I was not suffering alone. A few feet away were a dozen other similarly secured individuals sharing my torment. However we were all trapped in our solitary little worlds of painful restraint. Being tied up in that grim room by the masked woman had been bad enough but my well dressed new hosts had done their best to top her efforts.
The ropes and cable ties holding me to the chair seemed excessively tight. The cloth packing my mouth bloated my cheeks and the strips of duct tape sealed my lips in a cement like kiss. The plugs in my ears were starting to smart and the black nylon hood shrouding my head was hot and stifling.
What was going to happen to me? Marion Brooke said that she was going to hold me prisoner until the situation clarified itself. What situation? And how long would I have to endure this discomfort? Also what about my friend? I could do nothing but sit there and wait rendered deaf, dumb, blind and immobile. My fate was totally in the hands of others.
I was angry with myself. I had been such a wimp! These people had made me a captive without my showing the smallest gesture of defiance. It seems anyone with a mind to could bind and gag Sooz Kink. I sat there in my restraints and fantasized about overcoming my captors and putting them through their bondage paces. Gita and I had studied some martial arts in the past as part of a fitness regime but the long gap between classes had rendered any skills largely redundant. I had a permit for a gun but the dainty weapon I kept spent all its time in a locked box in one of my closets. Lets face it Honey, I was prime hostage material!
I could not move my arms as they were tied down to those of the chair. I kept moving my fingers to maintain a sense of feeling in my hands. I wriggled my toes inside my boots and thankfully I could move my legs from side to side to a small degree. This all kept the numbness at bay. I had quickly come to the conclusion that there was no way that I could escape these bonds. I would stay bound until somebody decided to release me.
My hair and face had become damp under the black hood. The dense mesh of the black nylon seemed to mould itself over every contour of my face. It was making me hot and more than a little bothered. I made a rather pathetic sound of frustration through the cloth and tape gagging my mouth.
‘C’mon Sooz!’ I told myself I had got through worse than this. The latter was true when I recalled how Gita and I had been kidnapped as part of an elaborate sting operation. We had nearly come to be boxed up and shipped to parts unknown.
I would have to wait things out.
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The plugs in my ears were only partially effective. Thankfully I could still hear quite a bit. There was movement around me. Most of it seemed to be to my left where I remembered the other hostages had been located.
I heard footsteps, voices, chairs scraping across the floor and a door opening and closing on a regular basis. I felt small rushes of air as persons unknown moved back and forth to my front. I started to make noises through my gag to make my presence known. There was quite a bit of activity in that basement of captivity. Unfortunately I was ignored. I angrily stamped my boot heels down on the floor.
The sudden commotion went on for about fifteen minutes and then a door slammed shut for the last time and all was quiet again. What was going on?
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Hooded, gagged and bound I continued to wait in that now silent basement. My sense of unease had climbed up to the next level. What if I was to be left down here to die? I quickly banished the thought, I had to remain calm and logical in this ordeal.
I heard the sound of a woman’s heels click across the floor. Fingers worried at my neck and suddenly the black nylon hood was wrenched off my head. The sudden onrush of light hurt my eyes but the air outside the confining hood blissfully cooled my hot face. After several long seconds I managed to open my eyes again and my vision returned slowly to normal. Fingers pushed back my damp and tangled hair and got the plugs out of my ears. There was a brief whistling sound as my eardrums as my hearing adjusted itself back to normal.
With a gag in your mouth you are limited in the spoken alphabet you can use, just the vowels along with anything starting with M or N. I started trying to hurl sentences at the figure coming into focus in front of me. The results were somewhat frustrating with the gagging tape and cloth frustrating any vocal progress.
The immaculate figure of Marion Brooke suddenly became clear before my eyes.
A vision in her white suit. She tossed back her long blonde hair and smiled down at her captive audience of one.
‘I’m not sure of what you are trying to say Ms Kink, buried deep in your thwarted vocal attempts I am sure is a request to remove your gag but I will not oblige just yet’.
I cast a glance to my left and saw twelve vacant chairs. The captives had gone.
‘Yes. You are now on your own. I have exchanged prisoners with your previous host so that leaves you at number thirteen somewhat surplus to any requirements, rather like your friend’.
I looked up at Marion Brooke with wide eyes.
‘What lovely green eyes you have! So big and so full of fear!’
This woman was crazy.
‘Business is almost over for the day but first I have to decide what to do with you’.
I tried to plead with my eyes, imploring the better angels of her nature to treat me with some kindness. What can I say? It didn’t work.
‘Someone is here to see you’. Marion Brooke then said before calling over her shoulder. ‘Lynda bring our other guest to see Ms Kink’.
Lynda, the well dressed and very pretty oriental girl with the spiky hair then reappeared on the scene but she was not alone. In her left hand she held the deadly little Glock, her right hand firmly grasped the arm of a very familiar figure. It was Gita. Where had she come from?
‘A gift from your previous host’. Marion Brooke said.
My friend looked pale and frightened but was not bound in anyway. Gita’s long dark hair was loose over her shoulders and her expensive grey business suit was creased and crumpled. The skirt of the suit was short revealing her long slender legs wrapped in sheer black nylon. Gita was unsteady on the four inch heels of her chic black shoes. Her lipstick was smeared and her enormous brown eyes were full of pain and fear.
Gita looked upon me sitting bound and gagged in that chair and her lower lip started to tremble. My friend was on the verge of tears.
‘What a lovely pair you make!’ Marion Brooke said. ‘The same height, near perfect figures and the same lovely dark hair, you could be sisters?’
Marion Brook then went to the row of now empty chairs and dragged one over setting it next to me.
‘What about this one?’ Lynda said waving her gun in Gita’s direction.
‘Tie her up and gag her’. Marion Brooke told her. ‘She can keep her friend company’.
Lynda pulled Gita over and roughly dumped her in the chair beside me. Gita gasped in pain at her treatment. I made a furious though very muffled protest.
Lynda handed her gun to Marion Brooke who then stood guard over the proceedings. Lynda picked up her ropes and cable ties and advanced on my friend.
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Lynda bound Gita with a swift and quite ruthless efficiency. Soon my friend was tightly secured to the chair in identical manner to me. Gita fought when Lynda started to fix the gag on her but her captor wrenched her head back cruelly by the hair and crammed the cloth into her mouth before taping it in place.
Gita turned to look at me with pained eyes over the criss-crossed tape blotting out her mouth.
‘Shall I plug their ears and hood them?’ Lynda asked her boss.
‘No’. Marion Brooke told her. ‘However I think their gags could be improved upon. There are some Ace bandages in the First Aid box upstairs, would you get a couple please?’
‘With pleasure’. Lynda almost purred and seemed to skip out of that basement.
Gita and I pulled helplessly at our bindings and glared angrily at our chic looking tormentor. Our helpless fury meant nothing to her.
‘After I’ve fixed up your gags to my satisfaction you two can enjoy some quality time together’. Marion Brooke told us. ‘You have the whole night to ponder your possible fates’.
She then held the Glock up for us to see.
‘Don’t worry I think these things are nasty and vulgar if on occasion useful. The plan is that you both get to live’.
Although I could not speak for her I was sure Gita took as little comfort as me from Marion Brooke’s words.
Lynda then returned with the bandages, an evil grin was marring her pretty features. She handed the wrapped and rolled bandages to Marion Brooke.
‘Thank you Lynda. If you want to go back up and get things ready for our departure, I’ll join you soon’. Marion Brooke handed the gun back to Lynda.
‘Sure thing’. Lynda said and with a fiendish backward grin at her bosses captives departed the basement. Gita and I were then alone with Marion Brooke.
She was standing in front of our chairs, unwrapping the first of the bandages.
‘The way you are both bound I know that there is absolutely no chance of you getting free but I am slightly concerned that you may be able to get your gags off. I am just about to make sure that the latter does not happen’.
Marion Brooke freed up the bandage and advanced on me.
‘You first Ms Kink’.
She then proceeded to wrap the bandage about my lower face covering my already taped and packed mouth. It took over a dozen turns around my head before the bandages length came to an end. Multiple layers of the stretchy bandage covered my mouth and pressed my hair against my head. It was very tight and numbness invaded the trapped area. She made the bandage fast behind my head painfully trapping some stray strands of hair.
I looked up at Marion Brooke with eyes narrowed with discomfort and helpless rage. I was wearing the gag from hell. I could not make the smallest of sounds.
She then lifted my chin and tilted my head slightly to the right and then to the left, checking on her work.
I turned and felt Gita’s horrified eyes on me. She shook her head in a sense of terrified wonder realising that she would shortly have to endure the same ordeal.
Marion Brooke prepared the second bandage and attended to her. Gita shook her head in desperate futility and made several muffled pleas for mercy as Marion Brooke set to work.
Marion Brooke sang a little song to herself as she tightly turned the bandage round and round Gita’s face. My friends frantic mewling became more distant with each turn of the bandage over her mouth. Marion Brooke made the bandage secure and then stepped back.
Gita and I looked up at her with our lower faces masked by the massed layers of bandage covering them. However we still had the final insult to come.
Marion Brooke found Lynda’s roll of duct tape. She swiftly tore off two lengthy strips and strapped them crossways over the bandage trapping my mouth to ensure it had an even more secure mooring. Gita swiftly got the same treatment.
‘Just to be EXTRA sure’. Marion Brooke giggled.
Gita and I exchanged pained glances.
‘Now both of you be good. Lynda and I will be back in the morning, by that time I may have had an idea regarding what to do with you. Would you like me to leave the light on?’
Gita and I nodded furiously.
‘Good night’. She said in a sweet yet sinister tone and then she left us. We heard her lock the basement door behind her. We were alone for the night.
Gita and I exchanged further glances each willing the other not to start crying. We had to devote all our energies and concentration to just breathing.
Marion Brooke said that she would be back in the morning. What can I say? Gita and I were in for a long night.
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Gita’s head fell to one side as she again succumbed to her exhaustion. She would nap for about fifteen minutes and then wake up quickly in a panic. Sometimes she would sleep for longer. I could do absolutely nothing to comfort or re-assure my friend.
All we could do was sit side by side in bondage and occasionally look at each other trying to communicate with our eyes. Gita’s enormous brown eyes ran the full range of emotions as she stared into my green ones. I saw fear, sadness, anger and above all confusion in Gita’s eyes as she looked at me over the bandage covering half her face.
It was almost funny to see how our bindings forced us to sit in an almost prim and proper fashion. We sat up straight with our shoulders back and our knees together. The hems of our skirts were almost the same distance up our hose clad thighs exposing the same amount of nylon clad flesh.
I still tried to come to terms with the fact that I could not get free and also that I could not utter a sound. Nobody knew that Gita and I were captives in this place, at least nobody that was on our side. Above us was the gallery and outside the gallery was the rest of the world but Gita and I may as well have been on Mars.
I tried to move my jaw but found it completely immobile trapped behind the layers of tight bandage. Marion Brooke clearly had something of an obsession about gags. Just taping Gita and mines mouths would probably have been enough to keep us as silent hostages but the bandages and final X of tape was total overkill.
Like Gita I gave into my exhaustion and I felt my head grow heavy and fall forward as I drifted off to sleep.
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‘Wake up’. A voice whispered in my ear.
My eyelids flickered open. The first thing I focused on were a pair of snazzy black boots. They were a chic hybrid of riding and biker boots which reached up to the knee on the slender legs of the wearer. I then saw black fishnet hose and a trim fitting black leather skirt. Above the skirt the figure wore a black leather jacket over a tight black top. Her hair was hidden under a black cap and her eyes were masked by mirror shades. I knew her.
‘So we meet again Sooz Kink. I think it was rather mean of Marion to tie you up and hold you hostage when you were only acting as a courier. Still that is the type of person she is’.
The masked woman stepped forward and lifted up my chin with long gloved fingers.
‘What dreadful gags she’s put on you and Gita! I bet neither of you can even squeak?’
I turned my head slightly and saw that Gita was also awake. Her huge dark eyes displaying a mute rage at our new tormentor.
I had to admit that this mystery woman looked good in the boots and black leather. She had a fine figure and now I had some idea of what her face was like. She had fabulous cheekbones and one sexy scarlet painted mouth but why was she here? I thought the hostage exchange had all gone through? I shortly would have an answer to both those questions.
The mystery woman stepped back from us and cast her shaded eyes around the basement and noticed the now vacant chairs against the wall.
‘So that’s where Marion had my people all tied up? She has a more uptown location for her hostages that I do’. She then turned back to us.
‘So now to the two of you! I kidnapped you first, Marion has sort of kidnapped you but now I’m kidnapping you back. I could let you go but you are both too lovely to be set free just yet. You really make a cute pair of captives and I think we could all have some fun together’.
Gita and I exchanged terrified glances. Just what the hell was with this woman?
‘I’m not sure what Marion intended to do with you. Marion is a woman of many parts, she works in the same sector as me. She buys and sells art but is not averse to selling attractive girls when she gets the opportunity. I just intend to enjoy your company but first we have to take a little trip’.
She then came closer. She reached down and her hands were at my face. Swiftly the large X of tape over my bandaged mouth was torn away. The mystery woman then pushed my head down and I felt her loosen the bandage. Then I felt the pressure about my face ease as the bandage was unwrapped. Soon my head was free of the confinement. However my lips were still taped and my mouth packed. She gently peeled the duct tape off my mouth and daintily plucked out the sodden mass of cloth inside it.
My lower face was a mass of pins and needles and my mouth was chalk dry. I flexed my jaw and made all manner of faces to get the feeling back. Suddenly a bottle of mineral water was at my lips and I began to slurp from it and managed to get the front of my blouse wet.
‘Thanks’. I told her when I’d finished.
‘You are most welcome’. She said and then went to remove Gita’s gag. I sat and watched as Gita was relieved of her gag torment. Her eyes stayed firmly shut as the tape, bandage, tape and cloth were all vanquished in turn. Our benefactor gave her a drink. Gita then turned to me. She was not pleased.
‘Sooz, just what is happening here?’
‘Honey, I wish I knew?’
‘You vanish and then with an important day ahead of me I get kidnapped. I’m tied up in a room with all these other people and then taken across town to here where I find you and then I’m tied up again!’
‘I know someone who might have the answers’.
We then both turned to the mystery woman in black. She stood smiling down at us with that shamefully erotic set of lips. Without saying anything she delved in the pocket of her jacket and brought out a tiny canister of spray. She then took a step backwards and pressed down on the release.
Gita and I were suddenly enveloped in a sweet smelling cloud of narcotic vapour. Gita coughed once and rolled her eyes before her head fell forward against the ropes about her chest.
I think I may have lasted a few seconds longer.