Emily’s bad night (MMM/F)

[tiedgirlie]

The house was dark and silent, save for the gentle hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Emily had decided to stay home from the big end-of-school-year party, much to her friends' dismay. They couldn't understand why she would choose to spend Friday night alone, but Emily had her reasons. Namely, she didn't want to deal with the incessant flirting and pressure from her crush, Jake, who had been hounding her for weeks to "hang out."

As she lounged on the plush leather couch in the living room, engrossed in an episode of her favorite trashy reality TV show, a sudden noise made her jump. It sounded like it came from the direction of the garage - a muffled thump, followed by the faint creak of the door swinging open. Emily's heart raced as she strained to listen, but everything was quiet again.

Convinced it was just her overactive imagination getting the better of her, she turned her attention back to the TV. But then, from the shadows of the hallway, two dark figures emerged. They were dressed in black, with ski masks covering their faces. Emily's blood ran cold as they advanced towards her, flashlight beams bouncing off the walls.

"Well, well, well," one of them said, his voice low and menacing. "What do we have here? Looks like we hit the jackpot tonight, boys."

Emily tried to scream, but no sound came out. She was frozen in fear, her eyes wide with terror as the men approached. The taller one grabbed her roughly by the arm and yanked her off the couch. "Let's get her tied up before she starts making noise."

He pulled a length of thick rope from his jacket and began winding it around her wrists, pulling it tight. Emily winced at the harsh bite of the rope against her skin, but she dared not struggle. The other man produced a strip of fabric and a bandana, which he used to gag her, stuffing the cloth in her mouth and tying the bandana securely behind her head.

Blinded by the bandana that was tied tightly over her eyes, Emily was utterly helpless as the men set to work. They bound her ankles and knees, hogtying her so that she couldn't move. Then, they hoisted her up and carried her through the house, their heavy footsteps echoing on the hardwood floors.

Emily could only listen as they ransacked her family's home, her heart sinking with each passing minute. They were taking everything of value - jewelry, electronics, cash. It was like something out of a horror movie, and she was the star of the show.

After what felt like hours, the men returned to where they had left Emily, still bound and gagged. "Alright, princess," the first one said, his voice dripping with mock concern. "Time for you to take a little trip with us."

They lifted her up again and carried her outside, the cool night air hitting her skin. Emily could hear the distant sounds of traffic, and the occasional barking of a dog. They loaded her into what felt like the back of a van, the hard floor vibrating beneath her as the engine roared to life.

Emily had no idea where they were taking her or what they planned to do. All she could do was pray that someone would find her before it was too late. As the van sped through the night, carrying her towards an unknown fate, she tried to focus on staying calm and thinking clearly. She wouldn't let these men break her spirit - she would fight back with every ounce of strength she had left.

But for now, all she could do was wait and hope for a miracle.

[tickletied84]

Nice start for a first story. I’m presuming the night gets worse!

Always nice to know extra details such as clothing, time of year etc, but am looking forward to the next part!

[GreyLord]

It is a nice start, @tiedgirlie. I am looking forward to your next installment.

[harveygasson]

Good start to the story, interested to see where you go from here.

[Jenny_S]

@tiedgirlie I love your writing. Hope Emily is alright.

[tiedgirlie]

Next part:


The van bounced and jostled over the rough road, each bump sending jolts of pain through Emily's bound body. She had lost all sense of time, her world narrowed to the suffocating darkness behind the blindfold and the constant hum of the engine. The gag in her mouth made it difficult to breathe, and she could feel herself growing drowsy from the lack of oxygen.

Suddenly, the van came to a stop, and the engine fell silent. Emily's heart raced as she heard the men's footsteps approach the back of the vehicle. The doors opened with a screech, and they roughly dragged her out, her body scraping against the hard metal floor.

They carried her for what felt like miles, the ground beneath her feet uneven and rocky. The air grew colder, and she could smell the distinct scent of pine needles and damp earth. Finally, they came to a stop, and Emily heard the sound of a door creaking open.

Inside, they deposited her on a hard, cold surface - what felt like a wooden table. She could hear the men moving around, their footsteps echoing in the empty space. "Alright, boys," the leader said, his voice echoing strangely. "Let's get her untied and into position."

They cut the ropes binding her limbs, but before she could even try to move, they grabbed her roughly and positioned her on her hands and knees on the table. Emily could feel the rough wood biting into her skin as they tied her wrists and ankles to the table legs, spreading her arms and legs wide.

She was utterly helpless, completely at their mercy. The leader walked around the table, his boots thudding heavily on the floor. "I think it's time we had a little chat with our guest," he said, his voice low and menacing. "And maybe give her a little demonstration of what happens to those who cross us."

Emily's blood ran cold as she realized the true extent of her predicament. These men weren't just ordinary burglars - they were dangerous criminals, and they had no intention of letting her go. She was a prisoner now, a pawn in their twisted game.

As the leader walked behind her, his footsteps fading away, Emily steeled herself for what was to come. She had no idea what they planned to do to her, but she knew she had to stay strong. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her break.

But even as she tried to stay brave, a small voice in the back of her mind whispered that this might be the last night of her life. That she would never see her family or friends again, never graduate high school, never fall in love or have children of her own.

The leader's footsteps returned, and Emily braced herself for the worst. She didn't know what was coming, but she knew one thing for certain - she would fight until her last breath to survive this nightmare.

The leader chuckled darkly as he circled around the table, his footsteps echoing in the empty space. "Let's cut to the chase, shall we?" he said, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. "We have a little business proposition for you, Emily."

Emily's heart raced as she heard her name. So they knew who she was. That meant they had been watching her, planning this for God knows how long.

"We're going to be making a phone call to your dear parents," the leader continued. "And we're going to tell them that if they want to see their little girl again, they're going to have to pay up. Big time."

Emily's stomach twisted into knots at the thought of her parents receiving that call, of the fear and desperation they would feel. It was a sickening prospect, but she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it.

"How much are you asking for?" she asked, her voice muffled behind the gag.

The leader laughed. "Oh, we haven't decided yet. That's where you come in, sweetheart. We're going to need you to be...cooperative. If you play nice and do exactly as we say, maybe your folks will get you back in one piece. But if you give us any trouble..."

He let the threat hang in the air, and Emily shivered. She knew exactly what he was implying. These men were ruthless, and they wouldn't hesitate to use her as a bargaining chip to get what they wanted.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Well, for starters," the leader said, his voice taking on a sinister tone, "you're going to help us stage a little video for your parents. We want them to see that you're alive and well...for now. And we want them to know that if they don't comply with our demands, things could get a lot worse for you real quick."

Emily felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She knew what was coming next, and the thought of it made her want to scream and cry and beg for mercy all at once.

But she had to stay strong. She had to be brave, for herself and for her family. She took a deep breath through her nose, trying to calm herself down.

"Okay," she said, her voice barely audible. "I'll do whatever you say. Just please, don't hurt me."

The leader chuckled again, and she could hear him moving closer to her, his footsteps heavy and menacing.

"Good girl," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "We're going to have so much fun together, Emily. You just wait and see."

And with that, he stepped behind the table, and Emily braced herself for whatever horrors were to come.

[tiedgirlie]

The men set about preparing the scene, moving furniture and adjusting lighting. Emily could hear the click of camera lenses and the whirr of equipment being set up. They positioned her in the center of the room, tied securely to a chair with more rope.

"Smile for the camera, sweetheart," the leader taunted, his breath hot on her ear. Emily suppressed a shudder, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

The leader stepped back, satisfied with the setup. He nodded to his accomplices, who began to circle around Emily, filming from various angles. The leader stood in front of her, his face still obscured by the ski mask.

"Your parents are about to get the performance of a lifetime," he sneered. "And you, my dear, are the star of the show."

He reached out and ripped the blindfold from her eyes, and Emily blinked against the sudden brightness. Her gaze darted around the room, taking in the cold, clinical setting. It looked like some kind of abandoned warehouse or industrial space.

The leader's hand came into view, holding a sheet of paper. "I'm going to read this little speech your parents are about to hear. And you're going to read along with me, like a good girl. Got it?"

Emily nodded, her mouth dry with fear. The leader began to read:

"Greetings, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson. Your daughter is in our custody, and she will remain with us until we receive a sum of $500,000 in unmarked bills."

Emily recited the words as they were spoken to her, her voice trembling with each syllable. The camera zoomed in on her face, capturing every flicker of emotion.

"To prove that she is alive and unharmed, your daughter will now make a statement."

The leader stepped back and gestured for Emily to continue. She swallowed hard, her mind racing with possibilities of what they might ask her to say. But she knew she had no choice but to comply.

"M-mom and dad," she began, her voice cracking with emotion. "I'm s-sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. I'm okay, but these men have taken me. They're going to let me go if you give them half a million dollars..."

Her voice trailed off as tears began to stream down her face. The leader let out a cruel laugh.

"Aw, look at that. The little girl's gonna cry," he taunted. "Maybe we should give mommy and daddy a little preview of what happens if they don't pay up."

He reached out and grabbed Emily's chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. His eyes gleamed with malice behind the ski mask.

"Go on, princess. Tell them what we'll do to you if they don't cough up the cash."

Emily's breath caught in her throat, her mind spinning with terror at the implications of his words. But she knew she had to say something, had to give her parents a reason to pay the ransom.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "If you don't give them the money, they'll...they'll hurt me. They'll hurt me bad."

The leader smiled, a wicked grin that sent chills down Emily's spine. "There you have it," he said, turning to address the camera directly. "You heard it from the horse's mouth. Pay up, or your little girl gets it."

With that, he gestured for his men to cut the recording. Emily slumped in her chair, utterly defeated. She had no idea what horrors lay ahead, but one thing was certain - she was now a pawn in a deadly game, and her life hung in the balance.

[tiedgirlie]

After the filming was done, the men roughly untied Emily from the chair and dragged her to her feet. She stumbled, her legs numb from being tied for so long, and they had to hold her up as they marched her out of the room.

They led her down a dimly lit hallway, the sound of her own ragged breathing echoing off the bare walls. Finally, they stopped in front of a heavy metal door. One of the men unlocked it with a key, and they shoved Emily inside.

The cell was small and dank, with concrete walls and a bare light bulb swinging overhead. In the center of the room was a narrow cot with a thin, stained mattress. The men pushed Emily onto the cot, and she sank down onto it, her body aching from the abuse it had taken.

The leader stood over her, his hands on his hips as he surveyed his prize. "Now then," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Let's make sure you don't get any funny ideas about trying to escape."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a length of rope. Emily's eyes widened in fear as he began to bind her wrists and ankles, cinching the knots tight until the rope bit into her skin. She whimpered behind her gag, but the leader just chuckled.

"There we go," he said, admiring his handiwork. "Nice and snug. Now, let's make sure you can't cause any trouble."

He produced a strip of cloth and a bandana, which he used to gag Emily more thoroughly than before. He stuffed the cloth into her mouth, then tied the bandana tightly behind her head.

"Sleep tight, princess," he said, his breath hot on her ear. "We'll be seeing you again soon."

With that, he turned and walked out of the cell, locking the door behind him with a resounding clang.

[sweetvillain]

Nice story, congratulations

[DioA]

Wow, this is intense. I’m very curious to see where this goes.

[tiedgirlie]

The leader of the kidnapping gang, a burly man with cold, piercing eyes, entered the cell where Emily was bound and gagged on the cot. He dragged over a chair and sat down in front of her, his face mere inches from hers. Emily tried to shrink back from his proximity, but there was nowhere to go.

"Now then," the leader said, his voice low and menacing. "We're going to play a little game, you and I. And if you cooperate, maybe we'll let you go home to your rich little friends."

Emily's eyes widened in fear behind her gag. She tried to shake her head, to protest, but the gag prevented her from speaking.

The leader chuckled at her reaction. "Oh yes, we know all about your fancy friends. The ones with the big houses and the expensive cars. The ones whose families would pay us a lot for their safe return."

He reached out and ran a finger along Emily's jawline, making her shudder. "But first, we need some information from you. And if you're not willing to give it to us, well..."

He produced a feather from his pocket and held it up in front of Emily's face. "I think we can persuade you, don't you? With a little tickle torture."

Emily's eyes grew even wider, and she began to struggle against her bonds in earnest. The leader just smiled.

"We'll start with something nice and soft," he said, "and work our way up from there."

He brought the feather down to Emily's neck, brushing it lightly over her sensitive skin. She let out a muffled scream behind her gag, squirming on the cot as much as her restraints would allow.

The leader continued his ministrations, moving the feather lower, tracing the neckline of Emily's blouse. She thrashed and wriggled, trying to evade his touch, but there was nowhere to go.

After a few minutes of this, the leader sat back in his chair, admiring his work. Emily was flushed and panting, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

"Ready to talk yet?" he asked.

Emily shook her head vigorously.

The leader sighed. "Suit yourself. But don't say I didn't warn you."

He produced a plastic bottle filled with a clear liquid. Emily's eyes widened in fear as she recognized it - it was rubbing alcohol.

"I've always found that this stuff makes for excellent tickle torture," the leader said, grinning. "Especially when it's applied to sensitive areas."

He popped the cap on the bottle and poured some of the liquid onto a cloth. Then, he began to dab it onto Emily's skin, starting with her face and working his way down her neck and arms.

The sensation was excruciating. The alcohol burned like fire on Emily's skin, making her writhe and buck against her bonds. She let out a series of muffled shrieks and cries, her eyes rolling back in her head.

The leader continued his torture, moving lower and lower on Emily's body. He pulled aside her blouse, exposing the top of her chest, and began to dab the alcohol onto her cleavage.

Emily nearly passed out from the pain and humiliation of it all. She had never felt so helpless, so degraded. And the worst part was, she knew it was only going to get worse.

"Last chance to talk," the leader said, his voice laced with cruelty.

Emily shook her head weakly, too exhausted to resist.

The leader shrugged. "Have it your way."

He ripped open Emily's blouse completely, exposing her bra-clad breasts. Then, he poured a generous amount of alcohol onto the cloth and began to dab it onto her nipples through the thin fabric.

Emily screamed until she was hoarse, her entire body convulsing with pain and terror. She had never felt such agony in her life.

"Please," she tried to say through her gag, but it came out as nothing more than a muffled whimper.

The leader just laughed.

"I think we're just getting started," he said.

And with that, he began to work his way lower on Emily's body, using the alcohol to torture her in ways she had never even imagined.

[tiedgirlie]

He produced a pair of pliers from his pocket and held them up in front of Emily's face. "These are for your fingernails," he said, his voice cold. "And your toenails. And maybe even something else."

Emily's eyes widened in terror. She shook her head again, more weakly this time.

"Please," she tried to say behind her gag, but it came out as nothing more than a muffled whimper.

The leader smiled cruelly. "Good. You're learning. Now, let's try this again. Tell us everything you know about your friends. Their names, their addresses, their phone numbers. Everything."

Emily hesitated for a moment, torn between her loyalty to her friends and her own desperate desire to escape this nightmare.

But then the leader brandished the pliers again, and Emily knew she had no choice.

She began to nod slowly, signaling her compliance.

The leader's eyes gleamed with triumph. "That's more like it," he said. "Now, let's start with names. Who are your closest friends? The ones you trust the most?"

Emily took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do. Then, with a heavy heart, she began to recite the names of her best friends, one by one.


With the information, he had everything to make large amount of money from ransoms. He wanted more than just Emily. He wanted all of her friends, all of the pretty young things who flitted about in their designer clothes and expensive cars. He wanted to break them, to mold them into his own personal playthings.

And so, he set his sights on Emily's best friend, a girl named Amy. According to Emily's tearful confession, Amy was the ringleader of their little clique, the one who called the shots and made the plans.

The leader chuckled to himself as he imagined the look on Amy's face when she realized that her precious Emily was now his prisoner. He could almost hear her screams of terror as he wrapped his hands around her delicate throat, felt her struggle beneath him as he took what he wanted from her.

But first, he had to catch her. And he had a plan for that.

The leader assembled his men and gave them their orders. They were to pose as police officers, arriving at Amy's upscale suburban home with a warrant for her arrest. They would tell her that Emily had been kidnapped, and that she was a key witness in the investigation. They would promise to take her somewhere safe, where she could help them track down the kidnappers.

The men nodded, eager to carry out their leader's orders. They knew that once they had Amy in their clutches, the real fun would begin.

The next day, they showed up at Amy's house, just as the leader had instructed. Amy answered the door, her face still flushed from her morning run. She looked at the men in confusion, taking in their uniforms and badges.

"Miss Amy Carter?" the lead kidnapper asked, his voice gruff and authoritative.

"Yes, that's me," Amy replied, her brow furrowing. "What's this about?"

"I'm afraid we have some bad news," the kidnapper said, his expression grave. "Your friend Emily has been kidnapped. We believe she may have been taken by a human trafficking ring, and we need your help to find her."

Amy's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes widening in shock. "Oh my God," she breathed. "That's terrible. What can I do to help?"

The kidnapper smiled, a cold, calculated expression. "We need you to come with us, miss. We have some questions for you, and we'll need you to identify some of the suspects in a lineup. It's not safe for you to be alone right now."

Amy nodded, her face pale. "Of course, whatever you need. Just let me grab my purse and I'll come with you."

As she turned to go back inside, one of the other kidnappers grabbed her arm roughly. "I'm afraid there's no time to waste, miss," he said, his voice menacing. "We need to leave now."

Amy stumbled, caught off guard by his sudden aggression. Before she could react, another kidnapper had produced a cloth and held it over her mouth and nose. The sickly sweet scent of chloroform filled her nostrils, and her vision began to swim.

She tried to struggle, but her limbs felt heavy and sluggish. The world around her began to fade away, and the last thing she saw before everything went black was the smirking face of the leader of the kidnapping gang, watching from the shadows.

[Jenny_S]

@tiedgirlie , this is a very captivating story, love it!

[tiedgirlie]

Thanks!

[TormentedSlave]

Love them catching more damsels

[GreyLord]

You have carefully built the suspense in this tale. The net of the bad guys expands. Well done!

[harveygasson]

Very cool story so far!

[Dpsiic]

Only just found this. I am loving it, a great story

[The G-Man]

I just discovered this story, and it's fun so far. My one request is for more details as to what the characters look like and how they're dressed.

[DGirl]

Nice but no adult stuff but under adult section?