The Couriers

Chapter Four-1

Chapter Four

Closet Case

“We advise our guests to place their valuables in the room safe. Additional secure space is in the locking close.”....hotel guidelines booklet.

An unadvertised feature of the Grand Hotel in Frankfurt was the large hanging closet with plenty of space for visiting guests to hang their clothes and store shoes and luggage. The closet had unusually heavy sliding wooden doors and it took some effort to move them from open to closed position. With the one side of this space devoted to hanging garments, an ironing board and iron, there was still considerable space unseen between this area and the other end of the closet, which contained a safe and shelves for folded clothing.

It was against this inside partition that Sidney found herself immovably bound. The partition had a chromed steel handle bolted in place at eye level, perhaps intended to hold some sort of hanging bag or luggage. About five feet below it was another U-shaped metal fitting, also of undetermined function, but sturdy enough to retain Sidney’s small feet and ankles which were closely cuffed together with two common handcuffs welded together to form a rigid double restraint. Her feet were then bound as well with braided Dacron rope that held them to the U-bolt. The rope also reached higher and secured her legs with single rope strands slightly below and above her knees. The long rope then went around her narrow waist, was tightly knotted and pulled through her black-thonged crotch, digging into her s*x. Finally, it was knotted to the waist rope at the base of her spine. As she applied pressure to her legs, seeking some relief from the rope and cuffs, the crotch ropes tightened and further split her bisected s*x, sending complicated signals to her brain. She was already terribly confused by the fear and anxieties about her capture and yet strangely stimulated by the careful and thorough binding that her captors applied to her unresisting body.

She already hated the fact that she dressed hurriedly that morning in the black nylon thong, a tiny, black, under-wired bra and thigh-top, stay-up black hose with a lacy pattern at the elastic top. It was, in her mind, bare minimum underwear in this warm, summer-like weather for this part of Germany and now she was sorry she hadn’t worn something that she considered to be a bit more modest.

They stripped her down to these basics quickly, cutting and tearing her T-shirt and skirt, pulling off her new boots and then making her stand still while they finished the job of immobilizing her.

Sydney’s head was wrapped in elastic bandages, sealing her eyes and mouth, which contained a pair of her own nylon panties taken from her luggage. This was supplemented with a silk scarf tied tightly around her head, pulled through her stuffed mouth and forcing the panty plug deeper into her mouth and throat.

She was surprised by the well-dressed pair of twenty-something women when she returned to her room from a short shopping trip to three stores and another stop to pick up bottled water. Somehow, the pair, one a tall redhead with a rather too large nose and boobs to match, the other a slimmer, dark-haired woman with green eyes and a pleasant manner, had let themselves into her room and prepared for Syd’s return. Apparently, she was earlier than they expected, so the reception was a bit disorganized. As she entered and turned to close the door, the women, who had been going through her luggage, stood and introduced themselves as Sheila and May, both extending their hands and moving towards her. Syd backed up against the door which had already locked automatically and before she could think of anything to do to protect herself, the two women were on her. One cuffed her thin wrists behind her while the other jammed a ready pair of black panties from her dresser drawer into her open mouth and began to wrap the large scarf and bandage around her head. The cuffs were locked down snugly, but not so tight as to hurt. Sydney thought the design of the cuffs was a bit odd, since the only handcuffs she had ever examined were those of a policeman boyfriend she kicked out of her bed late one winter morning after he’d suggested anal s*x. These cuffs were flat and instead of a short chain between them, there was a rigid hinge. In this configuration the bound limbs were held close together and very little movement was possible. It also made the even remote possibility of the wearer unlocking the cuffs quite difficult if not impossible

“It is better if you do not struggle, Sweetheart,” Sheila, the redhead and the one locking Sydney’s hands behind her, said softly. “We have no intention of hurting you, but you were not gone quite long enough, so we must accommodate you here for awhile. Just relax and enjoy the ride.”

“Muurph, att ouu oouin?” Sydney mumbled into the panty and scarf gag, assuming that she was interrupting a robbery or, worse yet, was being kidnapped to be held for ransom. “Ahhht eee oooo, eeezze,” she complained.

“Sorry, My Dear, we can’t release you. We just began,” said May, pressing her extensive breastworks against Sydney’s less abundant chest and guiding her towards the open closet. “We can’t let you go until later. Sorry. Wrong place at the wrong time.”

They both pushed Sydney into the closet. May began working with the rope on Syd’s ankles and legs while the other secured her neck to the sturdy overhead metal rail for clothes hangers and the U-shaped bolt on the partition. Sydney’s closely cuffed hands were tied with another rope and pulled back and up towards the overhead hanger bar, then, almost as an afterthought, Sheila snapped the closure of another set of cuffs around Syd’s right arm, just above the elbow. These steel cuffs were slightly larger than the first hinged pair and were joined by a longer chain.

“Can you bring your elbows together behind you?” Sheila asked.

“Nahnnggg,” Syd muttered, shaking her head vigorously.

“Let’s try it, the woman pressed, pulled the left arm closer to the right and locking the second cuff in the same position as the one on Syd’s right arm.

Syd felt the tension of the chain increase as Shield slowly pulled the two cuffed elbows towards each other. Syd’s shoulders protested silently and her muffled voice sang an objection that went unheeded. It seemed unlikely that both elbows could touch without dislocating Syd’s shoulders, so, after a brief exchange, the women produced a small padlock from their bondage equipment bag and used it to shorten the elbow chain.

“The chains on your upper arms are leg irons, intended to use used if you were wearing boots or just for your ankles. They fit your biceps well enough though, so this arrangement will do for the time being,” May said. “Nice muscle tone though,” she added. “Guess you work out and can lift some pretty good weight. If you’re a good girl and behave yourself, we’ll loosen the elbow chain a bit before we leave, okay?”

Sydney’s arms were now totally immobilized; her forearms parallel and the new leg shackle bondage on her upper arms the most painful thing they had done to her thus far. Sheila loosened the rope that had been holding Syd’s arms up and back, decreasing the tension somewhat.

“There now, Honey,” May crooned, running her gloved hands down from Syd’s straining shoulders, over her bra-enclosed breasts and down further, slowly tracing her body curves and making sure that the double strands of knotted rope were buried well inside Syd’s p***y.

“Isn’t that strange?” May said, leaving her hand in the nylon-covered triangle between Syd’s upper thighs. “I will swear that she’s wet down there. Does this turn you on, My Dear?”

Astonished to realize that what the woman said was true, Sydney shook her head, but without making any verbal denial. Her position was uncomfortable and untenable. The backwards pressure on her wrists and arms made her want to bend over forward, but the partition in front of her made this impossible. Her head and neck were bound to the chromed fixture which, like the hanging bar holding her hands, proved to be very sturdy and well attached to the closet wall. Unaccountably, Syd wondered if the closet might have been designed for similar activity as a sort of unmentioned, optional, extra hotel facility. Instantly, as she involuntarily tried to lower her arms and felt the pang of resistance in her straining shoulder muscles, she realized how dumb that thought really was.

“No one is going to design a hotel closet for keeping someone captive,” she realized. “But this sure is a simple way to keep a guest quiet and immobilized.”

When they finished securing her, Sydney Price found that she was unable to move without hurting herself, but if she just stood still, like a nearly naked statute in black hose and lingerie, the pressure of the ropes and cuffs relaxed somewhat. The closet doors slid shut and she heard them applying some sort of portable lock to the doors. She would later see that this unnecessary security was in the form of a simple lock designed for the sliding doors on display cases, with notched steel brackets that fit into a keyed, armored lock. It was simple and efficient and, Sydney supposed, more to keep others from opening the doors from the outside than to prevent her unlikely escape.

Now what? She thought, chewing on the panties that tasted slightly of laundry soap. The fact that she heard no further conversation or noise in the room must mean that her abductors had left. So, who, Syd wondered, was going to save her and how long would it take before someone came to the room and unlocked the closet? She had no plans for dinner or the rest of the evening because the next day would be a busy one with the convention opening early and several seminar sessions already on her long list of things she wanted to do and see.

I could be trapped here for days, she thought, tugging once again at her roped and cuffed hands and feet and feeling the tingling sensation that she often felt when having s*x.

If I’m not careful, I’m going to have a very spontaneous orgasm right here in this hotel closet. Even with the gag, someone might hear me. Maybe I should try it.

Indeed, Sydney Price presented a fetching sight. She was pressed up against the sturdy vertical panel, well cuffed and tied. She exhibited a youthful woman’s well-cared for body that got second and third stares from men and women where ever she went. Many people, at first glance, assumed Syd was a model, or at least some sort of celebrity because she picked her clothes carefully and wore things that she knew showed off her fine figure. Her auburn hair, cut every two weeks by her friend and confidant, Marie, at home, hung softly around her head and face. It covered the bandage wrapped around her head. Her firm, seductively sized breasts were pressed hard against the panel’s polished wood surface. She could feel the cool wood thorough the thin fabric of her unlined lace bra, the lower temperature causing her n*****s to swell and harden, only to further enhance the already frustrating feeling of s****l arousal.

The slowly creeping tentacles of erotic excitement came on, despite her mentally willing her body to resist. The warmth spread upwards from her rope split cunt where the perfectly spaced knots continued to dig in without respite or mercy, encouraging the new wetness to spread as it soaked the tiny triangle of the thong. She could feel the minute threads of sticky s*x juice starting to run down the inside of her smooth thighs, finally reaching the double coils of rope that held her thighs tightly pressed together. The rope stopped the flow for awhile. She once again tried to ease the pressure on her shoulders and arms and this movement pressed her already compressed breasts even harder against the wood panel, making Syd cry in discomfort and frustration into the panty mouth stuffing and twist her head slightly to one side.

It would be a long wait before Syd was taken out of the closet, wrapped in a blanket and stuffed into a room service cart which was trundled down the hall and into the service elevator. No one saw the strap of the black fashion bra trailing along behind the cart and no one knew that inside the cart’s small cabinet, Sydney Price lay bound and gagged, heading for a new adventure.