College girl Ransom (MM/F)

[tiedgirlie]

*Made with help of AI*


It was a cold autumn morning when the college students arrived back on campus from their overnight field trip. Meghan, an attractive 20 years old student, gathered her belongings from the school bus and headed across the parking lot towards the dorms. She was exhausted but happy to be home.

Suddenly, a dark van swerved into the lot, tires screeching. Before Meghan could react, the side door slid open and two masked men jumped out. "Don't move!" one yelled, brandishing a pistol.

Meghan froze in terror. The men grabbed her roughly, shoved her to the ground, and snapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists behind her back. A thick sock was crammed into her mouth. More duct tape was ripped from a roll and plastered over the sock, sealing her gagged and mute.

The men dragged Meghan to the van and tossed her inside. As it sped away, she writhed in fear, her mind racing. Where were they taking her? What did they want?

After what felt like hours, the van stopped. Meghan was hauled out and carried down some steps. The metal door of a small, padlocked shed creaked open. She was dumped inside, the door slammed shut with a clang. The air was musty and cold.

Meghan shivered as she lay on the damp concrete, her blouse and jeans offering little warmth. She tugged helplessly at the cuffs, the metal eating into her wrists. Panic began to set in. She needed air! But all that passed her nostrils through the tape was the acrid sock.

Time lost meaning, hours blurring together. Meghan drifted in and out of consciousness, her body aching from the hard floor. Suddenly, the shed door scraped open. A figure in a black ski mask appeared silhouetted in the bright light. "Wakey wakey, princess," he sneered.

Meghan recoiled as he entered, grabbing her under the arms. He half-carried, half-dragged her up the steps, stumbling in the darkness. She blinked against the sudden daylight. They were in a large, open field somewhere, the van parked a few feet away.

The man shoved Meghan towards the vehicle. She wriggled and kicked, trying to break free. He chuckled darkly. "Fight me and I'll have to get mean," he warned. "Focus, princess."

To her horror, Meghan realized what he meant. He ripped open the buttons of her blouse, yanking it off and leaving her in just her bra. Next he unzipped her jeans and wrenched them down her legs along with her panties. Meghan felt utterly exposed, almost sobbing into the socks and tape.

The man grabbed her and thrust her into the van, climbing in after her. His rough hands tore off her bra and panties, leaving Meghan naked and shivering in the cold air. He produced a length of rope and looped it around her elbows, cinching it tight. He did the same to her knees, folding her into a tight fetal position.

Meghan could only whimper in despair as he hogtied her into a neat little package, the bonds cutting into her flesh. The man started the van and drove off, leaving the shed and field behind.

After another disorienting ride, the van pulled to a halt in front of an industrial building. Meghan was dragged out and hauled through a door into a dimly lit basement. The man stripped off his mask and she caught a glimpse of his face - cruel eyes, a jagged scar on one cheek.

In the center of the cold concrete room sat a rusted, padlocked metal cargo box, five feet long and two feet wide. The man grinned wolfishly at Meghan, his intentions perfectly clear. "Time for a nice long sleep in your new bed," he said. "Unless your old man pays up, of course. Then maybe we'll even let you go."

Meghan shook her head frantically in terror, the tape muffling her screams. The man only laughed and picked her up, shoving her into the cramped steel box. She writhed against the unyielding metal walls as he padlocked the lid over her head.

An eerie darkness closed in as Meghan lay naked on the cold steel, hogtied and gagged. The air was thin and musty. She could barely draw a breath around the sopping wet sock and tape sealing her mouth.

Hours crawled by in the oppressive silence of the metal box. Meghan drifted in and out of consciousness, her body screaming for air. She needed water desperately. Her bladder throbbed painfully.

At last, a sound pierced the stillness - a key rasping in the lock. The lid screeched open and the man hauled Meghan out. He dumped her on the concrete floor. "Don't go anywhere now," he chuckled as he tore the tape from her face, spitting out the sodden sock.

Meghan gasped in huge breaths, coughing and sputtering. The man ignored her and headed up the stairs, returning with a dripping ice pack. He knelt and pressed it to her forehead. "Here, this should help," he said, not unkindly. "Drink?"

[Dpsiic]

Nice story

[tiedgirlie]

What any ideas would you like to see?

[johopp]

I want to read in chapter two what the men want from her and if she is able to get it. (and how she gets tortured if she is not able to do what they want)

Maybe she also tries to escape and get caught and either punished or tied up much more?

[Trickster]

That was a wonderful abduction and bondage story. You hit all the elements i like. Nice writing!