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(MF, nc, bd) *** Note to Reader: It is suggested that you read my previous story "An Infamous Night in London" located in directory 35, before reading this story as there are numerous references to it that will make more sense if you do so. 7:10 PM GMT A black Mercedes S500 speeds down the highway leaving London towards the British countryside. It is a cold October evening as darkness has begun to set in. Inside the vehicle, there are three occupants; the driver, a second man in the passenger seat and a bound and gagged young woman in the trunk of the car. What is the genesis of this scenario? Let us examine her plight as well as the series of events that led to her predicament. Her eyes slowly attempted to open though the lids felt like they weighed ten pound each. Something was wrong but her mind was incapable of comprehending just what it was. She felt a cold stiffness in her limbs, a discomfort that was undesirable yet all too familiar. She was slowly, oh so slowly, emerging from a deep sleep but even in this half-awake state, she knew her eyes were now open and yet there seemed to be a complete absence of light. Only very small slivers of light seemed to penetrate her space. She felt her hair cascading over her face. She was lying on her side on something that felt like carpet. She felt the constant sensation of movement but as of yet, it was making no sense to her. Ann Marie Harrison or "Annie" as she preferred to be called attempted to raise her hands to move her hair from her eyes but her hands and arms did not respond. She felt a tightness around her limbs that somehow was preventing her arms and legs from responding to the commands from her brain. Was she dreaming? Had she slept in an unnatural position and developed cramps? What the hell had happened to her? Her mouth was dry and she tried to lick her lips but something stymied her. She was more awake now and her brain was starting to function more normally. More attempts at movement. Again and again, she was unable to get her body to do what she wanted. The tightness around her arms and legs were now becoming more and more obvious. A similar restraining tightness was felt on her ankles and wrists. Something was seriously wrong. With the passing of each second, she was becoming more and more aware of her predicament. Now almost totally lucid, Annie could feel what her dilemma was. Only now did she realize that she was stringently bound and gagged. She twisted her hands and feet but felt no give whatsoever. And that feeling of movement had translated in her mind to the quick realization that she was in the trunk of a car. "Oh My God," she thought to herself, "How in the world did I get myself into this situation... again." Unable to see in the cramped quarters of the trunk, she quickly surveyed her situation. Her mouth was gagged and she felt the presence of an extremely tight ball- gag. She could feel tight bands of rope, above and below her breasts, around her chest, pinning her arms to her sides. Similarly, ropes had been tightly wound around her upper legs and her ankles. She could feel that she was hogtied by the fact that her body had been bent like a bow so that her hands were so close to her feet, she could feel the heels of her shoes with her outstretched fingers. Her hands were tightly cinched behind her back and she could feel the ropes biting into her skin. Her wrists had been pulled up to the small of her back and pinioned there by a rope tied very tightly around her waist. She could also feel the presence of rope between her legs. Not being able to see, she could surmise that she had a length of rope tied to her hands, passed between her legs, looped around the waist rope and back through her pussy before being tied off to her hands once again. This was an indignity she had felt before and it brought back the unpleasant memories of the London hotel room where she had endured stringent bondage and the invasion of her privates for almost five hours. As before, with the slightest movement of her hands, the rope between her legs would rub against her clit and stimulate her while chafing her most intimate parts. It was a simultaneous combination of pleasure and discomfort, good and evil, agony and ecstasy Annie contorted herself to find a more comfortable position. Her skirt rode up high on her legs as she twisted and she could feel the bare skin of her thighs, above the tops of her nylons rubbing on the carpeted floor of the trunk. It was only now that the realization came to her. She was tightly bound and gagged. She had been abducted and she was in a car trunk being transported God knows where. On top of that "Where was Tim?" Her last recollection was entering the rental car in the parking structure adjacent to the courthouse. Then, out of nowhere, the feel of a rough hand cupping her breast and another hand jamming a wet, stinky cloth over her mouth and then... Annie UMFED'd into her gag but very little sound escaped. She had been silenced quite effectively and the sound of the engine and road noise would surely drown out her cries. She decided it was useless to scream, at least until the car stopped or reached its destination. It's destination! Where was that? What would happen when they got there? Would she be alive tomorrow? Where was Tim? Her mind ran the gamut of despair. Her tightly bound arms, legs, ankles and wrists ached from the ropes that held them. Her mouth propped open by the ball-gag caused her jaws to ache. Her pussy invaded by the crotch rope tied to her wrists only caused further consternation. Here she was, once again, dressed in some of her sexiest clothing and provocative underwear, bound, gagged, abducted and at the mercy of men whose intentions for her were deadly at worst and nefarious at best. The car hit a bump in the road and her body was thrown against the trunk lid. Every knot of her bindings seemed to momentarily tighten as she was thrown about but as the road smoothed out, she decided to make herself as comfortable as possible until they arrived at wherever they were going. Drawing her feet up under herself as best she could, she rolled over on her back. The hog-tie forced her knees to point upwards and she felt her skirt settle around her waist. She knew her garters, nylons and thong, bisected by the rope, would be in plain view if they were to open the trunk at that moment but she was more interested in temporary comfort at that moment than in modesty. As she rolled to her side, tears rolled down her face as she decided to wait and see how this whole thing would play out. 1:15 PM GMT Months had passed since Annie's ordeal in London. She naively assumed it was all in the past until she received word that she would have to appear as a witness in the trial of the three men. This of course meant she would have to travel overseas to confront her tormentors in a British court of law. She had no desire to see them once again and had it been possible to convict them without her testimony, she would have ignored the subpoena to appear. But the prosecutor had assured her that her testimony was critical and that without it, the three men just might be acquitted. So it was that Annie and Tim found themselves back in London at the courthouse where the trial was about to begin. In a surprise move, the defense attorney had argued in his opening remarks that there had been no crime and that Annie had in fact agreed to consensual sex as well as bondage role-play. But that due to her embarrassment and the subsequent actions taken by Tim, he argued that Annie had changed her mind and falsely accused the three men of abducting her. Annie was incensed to hear this and was now anxious to face her captors in court and exact her revenge through the legal system. To add to her displeasure, the three men had actually been granted bail and were free to roam about the city unsupervised. This of course made her feel quite uneasy but she had been assured by the prosecution that they had been on their best behavior since being released, had surrendered their passports and were not considered a threat to her well being. As an additional indignation, the defense had requested, and the judge had granted, a motion that Annie appear in court wearing the exact same outfit she had worn that Infamous Night in London so that the jury could see how provocatively dressed she had been and to further support the notion that she had been a willing participant. It was the age old tactic by an unscrupulous shyster of putting the victim on trial. Despite the protests of the prosecution, the judge had issued a directive that Annie must wear the identical clothing she had worn that night. 3:00 PM GMT Thus attired, Annie took her seat in the courtroom with Tim by her side. The sexy young woman made quite a site and the effect on the spectators and the jurors was instantaneous. She had worn the same skimpy black silk top, short flared brown suede miniskirt and brown ankle strap stiletto heels. Taking the judges order literally, she had also worn the same undergarments which consisted of a black lacy plunge bra and matching thong, a frilly nylon and lace garter belt and dark brown nylon stockings. The trial had commenced with the prosecutor making his opening remarks, followed by a long diatribe by the defense attorney. At long last, the prosecutor opened his case by calling Annie to the stand as his first witness. Annie strode confidently to the stand and as she did, the five male jurors held their collective breath as they watched her approach the witness chair, her short skirt swaying back and forth with each step, her dainty feet arched in the sky-high stiletto shoes and her pert young breasts bouncing seductively with each step. The witness chair was open to the court. That is, there was no privacy panel as in most courtrooms. As such, the jurors and spectators alike would have an unobstructed view of the legs of the young woman taking the stand. Annie took her seat in the chair and carefully crossed one leg over the other. Despite her efforts to remain modest, the short skirt provided a glimpse of the nylon stockings she wore which did not go undetected by the jury. The female jurors looked at one another in disbelief while the male jurors could be seen smiling to themselves with glee. To the women on the jury, Annie appeared to be at worst, a tramp and at best, a vixen. Already some of them had come to the opinion that she had played a larger role in her predicament than the prosecution would have them believe. This of course was exactly what the defense had hoped to accomplish. All was going according to plan for the defense team. "Please state your name, occupation, date and place of birth" said the prosecutor. "Ann Marie Harrison; realtor; March 18, 1977, Los Angeles, California, USA" was her reply. "Miss Harrison. Please recount for the Crown, the events of March 14, 2005 which led to you testifying here today." But then, just as she opened her mouth to begin her testimony, the court was disrupted by a large outburst from the defense table and a huge commotion from defendant Michael Collins. Michael was bent over, clutching his stomach in obvious pain and vomiting violently. After several minutes of this, the defense abruptly stood and demanded that court be recessed for the day so that his client could seek the necessary medical attention he so desperately needed. The judge could hardly refuse this request and recessed the trial until the following day at 9:00 AM. Thus said, the jurors were excused and the spectators, witnesses and all the lawyers filed out of the room as Michael was escorted to the infirmary located in the basement of the ancient courthouse. Tim and Annie had parked their rental car on the 6th floor of the high rise parking structure adjacent to the courthouse and were making their way to their car. Their intent was to grab a bite to eat and head back to their hotel. Just as they approached the car, two shadowy figures leaped out at them from behind a van parked next to Tim's rental. Before he had time to even blink, Tim had been knocked to the floor and zapped in the upper back with a stun gun, sending 80,000 volts of electricity though his body and rendering him harmless. Simultaneously, the other man had grabbed Annie from behind and forced a chloroformed cloth over her mouth. Annie fought valiantly but was quickly overcome by the sickening fumes of the chemical and after a few seconds, fell limp in the arms of the perpetrator. Acting quickly, the men lifted Tim into the driver's seat of his rental car and painfully jammed a note to his chest with a hatpin. This they expected he would read upon regaining his ability to move. The note read: IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER ALIVE AGAIN, DO EXACTLY AS WE SAY. DO NOT CALL POLICE. SAY NOTHING TO NO ONE. GO BACK TO YOUR HOTEL ROOM AND AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS VIA INSTANT MESSENGER ON YOUR CELLPHONE. Acting quickly, the two men now lifted Annie and rushed her to a Mercedes sedan that was parked a few feet away. Her limp body was unceremoniously dumped in the trunk and her hands quickly tied behind her back, her ankles similarly tied with a length of rope and a ball- gag jammed into her mouth and tightly buckled behind her head. The trunk lid was slammed shut and the two men abruptly left the garage and drove off. After about fifteen minutes, the men, who not coincidently turned out to be co-defendants Ian and Ralphie pulled the Mercedes behind a warehouse in a rundown part of the city. Since they had by necessity, hurriedly the garage, this stop was to finish tying Annie to assure she would not escape once she regained consciousness. It was a dark area and well concealed from the street so the two felt comfortable finishing their work here. Opening the trunk, they were please to see that Annie was still out cold and spread out on the floor of the massive trunk. Naturally, her wrists were still secured behind her back and her ankles were likewise stringently tied and cinched. Moving with combined precision, they produced additional lengths of cotton rope and began to bind their luscious captive. Ralphie looped a piece of rope three times around Annie's thighs and then tightly applied two cinches and knotted it twice. At the same time, Ian had been working on her upper arms, looping rope around them above the elbows and pulling them tightly together until they nearly touched. This accomplished, he looped the rope over her shoulders, under her arms and then tied three tight wraps above and below her breasts, pinning her arms to her body. These tight binding has forced her breasts out and up and was quite tantalizing to Ian has he went about his work. Annie stirred slightly appearing as if she were about to regain consciousness but unknown to her captors, it was only a reflex as a result of the tight bindings. Nevertheless, the men felt a need to speed things up and secure her ever tighter. Turning her on her stomach, they raised her wrists up to the small of her back. Holding them there, Ian looped another piece of rope around her already tied wrists and cruelly knotted it. Then, he took the loose end of the rope and wrapped it twice around her waist and back to her wrists. From there, they took the trailing end and looped it inside the waistband of her short skirt and threaded it down between the lips of her pussy, looped it up around the ropes around her waist and back again alongside the other rope snaking itself between her pussy lips and finally back up to her wrists, finishing it all with a hard cruel yank to assure themselves that it could penetrate her crevices no deeper. Had she been awake, she would have surely screamed with all her might at this indignity and painful invasion of her most precious parts she was temporarily saved from this because of the chloroform that had rendered her lifeless. Lastly, they attached yet another rope to her wrists and pulling her feet up towards her rear end, attached it to the rope around her ankles, pulling her into a strict hogtie. Ralphie pushed her onto her side so that she was facing them. Her skirt had ridden up so that the garter straps and nylons were in full view. Also clearly visible were the ropes between her legs cleverly bisecting her pussy and pulling her black thong deep into her along with them. They admired the fact that by threading the crotch-rope inside the waistband of her skirt, it would not be visible under ordinary circumstances but actually quite obvious now in her current state. They took pleasure in knowing that once she awoke, she would see her predicament and would be incredibly embarrassed by the sight she provided. One last thing needed attending to before leaving. Ian checked the firmness of the ballgag and decided it needed to be tighter to ensure her silence. With that, he re-strapped the gag one more notch and re-secured it behind her head. Now Ralphie was standing at his side with a digital camera. Reaching into the trunk, he raised Annie's skirt even higher so that all her under things were in plain view. The black straps of the garter belt and the nylon stockings made for a vivid contrast to the white cotton ropes that held her legs fast. Similarly, the rope around her breasts contrasted with the black bra that had been forced out of the skimpy top she wore. Ralphie took three or four photos of the damsel in distress, making sure that the crotch-rope was clearly visible. He wanted to make sure that Tim would see the distress his girlfriend was in so there would be no doubt about their resolve and what would befall her if he didn't follow their instructions to the letter. Then laughing to himself, he slammed the lid down, shutting the world away from the beautiful captive. Back in the garage, Tim had come to and removed the painful pin from his chest. He read the note and a shiver came over him as he realized that the entire vomiting routine in the courtroom had been staged. He further realized that they had put Annie on the stand just long enough for the jury to get the wrong impression of her and that the whole idea was to present her as a vamp but not let her testify. The jury has not yet learned that she had been ordered to dress as she did for that infamous night on the town. Instead, their recollection would be that she had dressed extremely seductively for her testimony and their last memory of her would be of a woman who dressed like a slut. He had done as instructed and not notified the police. A lot of help they had been, allowing these thugs back on the street. He felt he had no choice but to go along with these thugs and see how it played out. Now back in his room, his phone chimed to indicate an incoming instant message. He had no idea how they got his cell phone number but obviously they had. Tim nearly went into cardiac arrest when the pictures came through. There was Annie, stringently tied and exposed in the trunk of a car. He looked at the ball- gag and the crotch-rope and wondered to himself how long she could endure this predicament. He was angered at the mere thought of her sexiest undergarments being displayed so glaringly to her captors and she being powerless to stop it. He loved garters, nylons and black underwear in general on Annie but hated the fact that these men had taken advantage of it and used it to cause him such distress. Attached to the pictures was a text message that simply said, "IF YOU TESTIFY TOMORROW OR TELL POLICE ANYTHING, SHE DIES...'BUT ONLY AFTER WE FUCK HER SEVERAL DOZEN TIMES! BUY TWO AIRLINE TICKETS TO MOSCOW FOR TOMORROW. AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS. DON'T BE STUPID IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN." 8:30 PM GMT After what seemed like an eternity, the black Mercedes turned off the highway and moved silently along an unpaved road for about two miles before stopping at a cabin, miles from the nearest neighbor and sheltered from civilization by hills and a thick forest of trees. Ralphie and Ian exited the car and popped the trunk and looked with lust at their sexy bound captive. Annie was wide awake and could not suppress the horrified look as she gazed upon her two captors and recognized them instantly. It was only now that she fully realized the extent of her plight. Could Michael be far away? The thought was terrifying to her and her future was in doubt. Almost as frightening was her imminent outlook as she realized she was far from the help she so desperately needed. With a smirk and a chuckle from Ralphie, the two men reached into the trunk and lifted the tethered young woman into their arms. Ralphie took her by the underarms and Ian grabbed her by the legs. The ropes immediately tightened and the crotch-rope dug into her sex even further than she thought possible. Annie screamed as loud as she could but the ball-gag muffled her cries and the only sound that escaped was a restricted MMMMRPPPPPPAAAPPPPPHH. They carried her into the cabin and unceremoniously dumped her on a cot off to the side of what looked to be a small bedroom. The ropes were so tight she didn't think she could stand it one minute longer yet knew she would have to endure this bondage for as long as they wanted. Her skirt was up around her waist and her garter belt, thong and nylons were in plain view of the men. She was powerless to do anything about her predicament. Now Michael entered the room, obviously no worse for the wear of the vomiting problem he had in court earlier in the day. "We meet again little lady" he said. The words and the sound of his voice made Annie shiver and she instinctively tried to draw back from him but the bonds held her fast. Michael ran his hand up and down her nylon clad legs and then dipped it between her legs. Looping one finger under the crotch-rope, he pulled it out of her pussy about an inch and with his other hand, ran his finger over her clitoris several times. Annie flinched at the touch and was embarrassed and angry with herself as she realized that her body was responding to the touch. "Still the same horny little bitch you were before I see" he said. And with that, he withdrew his hand and let the crotch-rope snap back into place between the lips of her pussy. He laughed out loud as Annie recoiled at the re-insertion of the rope. "Make her more comfortable guys!" he barked as he left the room. Annie didn't know what this meant but she would welcome anything that would change her dilemma. Ian left the room and returned with a low back chair which he put in the middle of the room. While Ian was fetching the chair, Ralphie had produced a knife and had cut the bonds at Annie's arms and waist as well as the crotch-rope. Annie was instantly thrilled to have some relief from the stringent bonds but her respite was short lived. He then unzipped her skirt yanked it off her legs and discarded it on the floor. Next, to avoid untying her hands, he cut the black top off her body and dumped it next to the skirt. Annie was now left with only bra, thong, garter belt, nylons and her heels. The two of them lifted her up and sat her on the chair. They put her arms, still bound at the wrists over the back of the chair. Her legs were still tied and ankle and thigh as she sat awaiting the next move. She didn't have to wait long as Ian produced a length of rope about three feet long. He lifter her feet and positioned the heels of her stiletto heels over the bottom rung of the chair. Then, bending over, he tied the rope as an additional cinch knot around her ankle bindings, wrapped it around the rung and continued it up under the chair where it was tightly tied to her wrists. Next, a long length of rope was tied several times around her waist and the middle part of chair back. This forced her back against the chair. She could see the rope digging into the skin of her belly as it held her fast to the chair back. Now Ian was looping another piece of rope around the waist rope in front. She knew what was coming but could do nothing about it. He tightened the loop and carefully positioned the double strands of rope between her legs, threaded it between her legs and pulled hard as he tied it off to her wrists. Once again, she would suffer the indignities of a crotch-rope only this time as she was tied to a chair. Looking down she could see the double strand of white rope disappear into her crack and taking the tiny wispy black thong along with it. He had pulled it so tight before tying it to her wrist that she thought it would cut her in half. Annie's eyes implored them to show mercy but none would come. There was a considerable amount of drool coming from her mouth as she fought the gag reflex caused by the ball-gag. Her jaws ached something awful and her crotch burned from the rope between her legs. The last of her bondage was completed as they wrapped several tight strands of rope above and below her breasts and secured her to the chair back. They also wrapped two or three strands around her elbows behind the chair and then tightened them to within an inch of each other. Her chair bondage was now complete. Ian returned with the camera and took a number of pictures from different angles of the bound and gagged Annie. These of course would also be sent to Tim to assure his silence and cooperation. "Have fun" Ralphie said as they left the room. To make matters worse, they shut the light off as they left the room turning it pitch black. Out in the middle of the country, with no moon and no light, Annie might as well have been buried underground. Annie could feel the tears streaming down her face as she tried to make sense of her quandary. She bucked and twisted trying to find the slightest bit of relief but none would come. They had tied her so tight that escape was out of the question and the slightest reprieve was out of the question. She was wearing nylons but nylons provided little if any protection from the taut ropes. Here in her sexiest underwear, she knew they took additional pleasure in seeing her tied so sexily clad. She loved garter belts and nylons but now, she wished she had opted for something else. An hour passed, then another and another. Annie could no longer feel her wrists. Her ankles and thighs, held tightly by the bands of cotton rope, felt void of circulation. The rope tying her wrists to her ankles had pulled her shoulders back and her hands way down toward her ankles forcing her into an unnatural position. And that confounded crotch-rope was threatening to split her pussy in two. Suddenly the door opened and light was turned on. It took her a moment to focus as her eyes adjusted but when she did, she saw Michael standing in front of her with his pants unzipped, his fully erect penis in hand and a diabolical grin on his face as he said "Time for some fun with Dick and Jane!" Annie bucked back in her chair, reflexively trying to escape but she knew she was at his mercy. Michael walked over and gave her left boob a painful squeeze and laughed as her nipple popped out of the bra with the help pf the ropes over and under her breasts. Now standing over her, his swollen prick only inches from her face, he once again ran his fingers over her stockinged legs. Her horrified eyes widened to twice their normal size as her apprehension of what was about to come began to sink in. She was about to be forced to suck this guy off, raped and who knows what else? "My God, please help me she thought!" It was at that exact moment that she heard the sound, the unmistakable sound of a helicopter. Almost simultaneously, she heard the front door to the cabin come crashing in and the sound of several men shouting and screaming, "Down on the floor. Hands behind your head!" She saw the bright light of the 10,000 candle power helicopter spotlight illuminate the room as if the sun itself had stopped in for a visit. It was a London SWAT team. She could see it on their uniforms. Within seconds, the three perps had been neutralized, hands cuffed behind them and placed under arrest. She noticed Michael's dick was still hanging out of his pants and for a brief moment she wished he had tried to put it in her mouth so she could have bitten it off... perhaps a last hurrah before he killed her but probably worth it. The SWAT commander approached the bound woman and despite her predicament and his years of professional training, she could see he was quite taken by the sight of this scantily clad young woman, bound and gagged and provocatively dressed. Nonetheless, his duty came first and he quickly cut the ropes free that held her captive. The tiny sexy lingerie clad Annie rubbed her wrists and ankles and then unexpectedly, jumped into the arms of the commander. He could feel himself being aroused by not only the sight of this woman in black lingerie but also by the feel of her body pressing against his. He gained control of himself however and escorted her out to the SWAT van where she was given a coat to cover herself. "How did you find me?" she asked. "And what took you so long?" "GPS" he replied. "All those Benz's have 'em you know. The Mercedes was a rental car. We had them under surveillance since they were let out on bail but the system went down for about three hours and we lost you. Once the system came back up though, it was a piece of cake." "Let's see their lawyer try to get them out of this one. They'll rot in prison for 40 years at least." "Come on, we'll take you to the hospital for a check up and then to see your boyfriend. I'll bet he's still trying to figure out what to do with two tickets to Moscow." "I'm not going to Moscow or anywhere else but back home," said Annie. "I don't need any more infamous nights in London." END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 35