Kidnapped: The Taming of the Princess b***h

Chapter One-2

Sheila kneaded each one. Her nails dug deep and left little red marks. “You certainly have enough here. I wonder how they’ll look after my whip meets them.”

“Stick to business,” Colin cut in. “Just get the toy bag from the office. I’ll get our little beauty ready.”

Sheila’s eyes flashed. “The last time I left you alone with her, she nearly got away!”

“Just get going.”

Sheila hesitated then threw up her hands. “Okay, okay,” she said and disappeared into the office.

Colin unzipped Paige’s skirt and pushed it past her hips. With little pause he also brought down her pantyhose and light blue panties. When he found how wet they were, he shook his head. “Randy little thing, aren’t you? You’d better hope Sheila doesn’t find out.” He crouched to remove Paige’s low-heeled shoes then gathered up the heap of clothes. These joined the blouse in the corner.

Paige stayed on her toes to keep as much pressure off her arms as possible. She made a point of staying quiet too, sure if she made any complaining noises, they’d probably make it worse.

Colin lowered Paige’s arms. She moaned in relief, automatically doing a couple of shoulder rolls to relax her muscles.

“You look like you’re limber. Good.” Colin slapped Paige’s ass. “Nice and firm. You take care of yourself. That’s a good slave quality.”

Sheila emerged from the office carrying a doctor’s bag overflowing with leather toys. She threw them all down on the floor. “We don’t have a pole to tie her to and to leave her on the floor seems so messy. I’ve got an idea.” She ran a hand up and down the engine hoist chain.

Paige stared like a deer in the headlights as Colin and Sheila sorted out the twisted cordage. Although stained in places, she couldn’t look away as the rope held her in morbid fascination.

Minutes later, they set Paige to flight.

With each rope they wound around her body, with each tied knot and foot she ascended from the floor, Paige’s chances of getting free slipped further from her grasp

Yet, strangely, a feeling of transcendence filled her, replacing any previous desperation. The fight in her had curiously disappeared, and she was nothing but an empty vessel now, clear of emotion. Detached.

This wasn’t happening to her. Oh, no! This was someone else; Paige became not more than a spectator. A stranger occupied her skin. Four feet off the floor, arms and legs hogtied, her midsection supported by rope. Interesting. She didn’t know a body could bend that way. It must be in better shape than most others. And the dark hair. Who would’ve thought it was long enough to be tied to a rope that held up the head? Consider the mouth as the wadding is removed… the beautiful round lips stay separated as a ring gag is mounted just inside the rim of her teeth. And the p***y. The knees are pushed wide. See how easily Colin slips the massive dildo inside, like a hungry partner in her ravishment. More rope is tied around her waist and over her crotch keeping it in place like a new permanent fixture within her.

Words were said, admiration given. But the stranger who possessed her couldn’t make sense of them. It concentrated solely on its tactile universe; the arms and legs connected to each other, the drool on her chin, the plug in her p***y. And down there, very far away on the hard floor, little ants going about their dull jobs, not caring on whom the human gods above had just pronounced sentence.

As if to give Paige a better view of her nether world kingdom, the chain slowly rotated counter clockwise. First the van, the chariot that delivered her to this hell. Then the door, the portal she almost escaped through, so near and yet so far. Next was the office, the inner sanctum where the gods, Colin and Sheila, retreated for their personal bacchanalia, celebrating their success with each other’s flesh.

Sheila sat on Colin’s lap. She ran her fingers through his hair, and they exchanged a long kiss. Colin reached up to Sheila’s jacket, the zipper went down and his hand passed inside. Sheila’s own hand pushed her jacket back then brought a nicely shaped breast forward. Colin’s mouth broke away from Sheila’s and eagerly sought the tit. Sheila saw Paige watching them, smiled, and blew her a kiss.

The phone rang again. Neither of them picked up for four or five rings, and then Colin sighed and answered it. Sheila zipped up her jacket.

Paige strained to hear what was said. Something again about an exchange? Whatever.

Boots clicked on the hard floor. Sheila turned Paige to face her. “If things go right you’ve got nothing to worry about from us. On the other hand, I may want to keep you anyway. I like a ready mouth near.”

She brought one of her t**s up to Paige’s orifice and pushed the n****e inside. Paige instinctively pulled her tongue away.

“Don’t be shy, sweetheart. You should learn to broaden your horizons. No telling what you might discover.” She reached into Paige’s crotch. “Oh, what’s this? Why, you little sexpot, you’re running like a river! My, my, maybe you’ve already decided to go adventuring.”

Paige’s eyes widened. No, no! She was returning to her body.

“Now, now. Don’t be ashamed. It’s our little secret.” Sheila laughed lightly and wiped her hand on Paige’s face.

Colin emerged from the office and clapped his hands together. “Okay, it’s all set.”

“But I haven’t finished yet,” Sheila protested. “Can’t we keep her just a day more?”

Colin shook his head. “She’s too much trouble. Besides, she’s seen us. We need to get rid of her.”

Get rid of her? Paige frowned. What the hell were they talking about?

Colin softly stroked her face. “Sorry, babe, can’t help it. As these things go, you were interesting and fun but business is business.” He turned to Sheila, “But you can play with her on the way.”

To Paige, Sheila suddenly resembled a hungry wolf.

They readied Paige for travel. A head harness with a large leather plug replaced the ring gag. The harness’s many straps enwrapped her head, pressing tight against her cheeks. They released her from the suspended hogtie, and Colin’s strong arms carried her to the van. He laid her up against the van’s wall. Her breasts and stomach were covered with yards of rope which were cinched down to rings behind her and kept her tight against the wall. Sheila saw that the arms were secured overhead, legs splayed apart in the air, and ankles tied to rings in the roof. Her hands lingered over Paige’s crotch, fumbling with the dildo.

“What are you doing?” Colin said.

“Like you said before, I’m putting my time to good use. I’m going to give her one last thrill.” A wicked grin grew on Sheila. “Or make that—thrills.”

Paige felt a couple of small pushes against the dildo. A knob at the base was turned and the vibrations started.

The ride was too long…or too short. It was hard to gauge when one was experiencing constant orgasms. Paige shook her head, strained against her bonds, and struggled all she could in between her internal peaks. When she reached the summit, she screamed behind her gag, vocal cords turned raw. Sheila’s hands were a constant presence; caressing her t**s, forcing her to climb the heights, or lightly soothing on her way down. She also regulated the dildo vibrations, anything from a soft whir to harsh throb. Through her haze of ecstasy, Sheila’s shadowed face continued to grin. Her tongue snaked out and lapped away drops of sweat from Paige’s nose and forehead. When they got off the freeway, Paige was exhausted.

Sheila removed the dildo. “You taste wonderful.”

The van slowed to a crawl. The glow of intermittent street lamps gave way to darkness.

“This is the place. Let’s get it over with,” Colin said. He left the motor running and came back to assist Sheila in untying Paige.

The back doors opened, and Paige chilled as the night air wafted through the van. Out there lay freedom. If she could only get away! A plan formed in her mind. Timing would be critical. Not only on her part, but with Sheila and Colin too.

Sheila untied Paige’s torso then went to work on the wrists. Colin busied himself with the ankles. First, one wrist was freed, then a leg. Easy. Easy. Now!

For a fraction of second, Paige wasn’t restrained. She drove a fist into Sheila, striking her in the shoulder and sending her backwards. Her legs coiled and sprung out against Colin’s chest, sending him reeling against the far metal wall. Paige tucked her arms and legs in tight and rolled out the back. She hit the grass on her side, got her legs under her, and blindly ran. She tore at the gag as she sprinted, finally shedding it several yards from the van. Dimly, she heard Colin and Sheila calling her.

She did it! Her legs rose and fell, arms pumped. She was free! Paige laughed insanely. That’ll show them! If they wanted her, they’d have to catch her again. And this time, she’d be ready for them.

There are some bushes over there. A grove of trees. Quick, get under cover. Hurry, hurry! Don’t give them a chance to run me down with that van. She tumbled headfirst behind the bushes then crouched behind a thick trunk.

Adrenalin coursed through her; she fought to get her breath under control. She also needed to take stock of her situation. For one thing, where was she?

It looked like a very large park. Way off in the distance, car headlights winked. Paige considered flagging down a passing motorist and allowing her nudity to give them a thrill.

A flashlight shone in her direction. Get down, get down! Lie flat. Become one with the scenery. Think Zen.

“Paige. Paige, where are you?”

Robert? He passed her still calling out her name.

“Robert! Robert, over here.” Paige raised her voice but not so much that any one else nearby might hear. Like Colin and Sheila.

The light swung over to Paige’s hiding spot. “Paige? What the hell are you doing out here? You were supposed to be—”

“Do you have a coat?”

Robert, his light beard and tall, thin frame came fully into view. He did wear a trench coat and Paige sighed in relief.

“Wonderful. Just let me get it on and let’s get—”

“You won’t need a coat.”

“What? Don’t be an i***t. Look, this fake kidnapping was lots of fun, but I’m not moving until I have some clothes on!”

“Who said it was fake?”

A couple of burly, hooded men appeared at Robert’s side. In a second, they were on Paige, pinning her to the ground.

“Robert! Robert, what is this?” Paige struggled under their meaty hands.

“I’m just out here to get my part of the sale. Your sale.”

“Sale?” Paige’s voice quavered. “Robert, what’re you talking about?”

“They’re paying extra for you. My share will let me live comfortably for a long time. By the time the cops get involved, I’ll be sipping drinks on a beach where they can’t touch me.”

He nodded to the men. Despite Paige’s renewed struggles, they had no problem slapping thick leather cuffs on her. Wrists, arms, ankles and legs were all secured and locked together.

Panic, sheer panic rose in Paige. Her eyes were wide with terror, her breathing rapid; Paige suddenly realized she’d been set up. “Robert, you can’t be serious! No! Please, you can’t! No, stop! Oh, god! Uuuggll—!”

Robert leaned down and pulled Paige’s head back. He thrust a thick leather plug past her lips, buckling the head harness straps all around the head. Paige squealed, fought against her bonds and her captors’ hands. Nothing worked. No knight in shining armor to rescue her.

They bound her up even more after that; arms tight against her back, legs brought up into a classic hogtie. One man handed Robert a briefcase which was opened and inspected. Neatly stacked bundles of money made Robert smile and Paige scream into her gag. He shut the briefcase, turned on his heel, and disappeared into the night.

The men carried her to a waiting car, a limousine in fact. The back door stood open and a black hole, just like the van that Sheila and Colin dragged her through, loomed ahead. She shook her head and fought the tears. It was just supposed to be for fun! She wanted to yell! A little kidnap game. Only this time, the darkness did swallow her.