How would you kidnapp me? (?/F)

[SubmissiveGirl96]

Hey guys I'm interested to know how people would kidnapp and tie me up and what you would do to me afterwards. If it's inappropriate or sexual please PM don't put it in the post responses.

[johopp]

As you get into your car, you have no idea about the nasty surprise hidden under a blanket in the back seat. Picking the analog lock wasn't a problem for me – and since you rarely use the rear doors, you don't even notice.

I let you drive and wait patiently until you stop in front of your house's garage – after all, I don't want you to have an accident out of shock. But before you can unbuckle your seatbelt, you suddenly feel a sharp object lightly digging into your ribs. "Keep your hands off if you value your life. Drive off, I'll tell you where. But always pay attention to the speed limit!"

You obey and, through the rearview mirror, only see a figure dressed entirely in black in the back seat, wearing black gloves and a black stocking mask. You carefully look down and realize that the sharp object is a knife. Shocked, you hit the brakes.

"Did I order you to stop? Don't do that again! Drive! And don't let it show! Keep your eyes on the road and obey the speed limit!"

You set off again, shaking. I direct you out of town and onto a forest road. I deliberately ignore the sign: "Private road! No trespassing!" We drive deeper and deeper into the forest. Since you've never been to this private forest before, you have no idea where exactly you are.

At some point, I order you to stop and get out. Intimidated by the knife, you obey. You follow the next command very reluctantly, given the terrain. But finally, you're standing barefoot in front of me. I throw your high heels and socks into the trunk of your car before I put a bag over your head and order you to raise your hands and walk slowly in a certain direction.

Since you can't see, you repeatedly step on sharp branches or the droppings of forest animals with your bare feet, slip on leaves, or scratch your face and forearms on low-hanging branches. And since we're constantly changing direction, you soon lose all sense of direction, and not just because you've never been in this forest before.

After what feels like an eternity, we stop and you hear me push some kind of barrier aside. Then you suddenly feel a jolt and fall forward – but instead of the expected ground, you fall onto a surface covered with wooden boards. You manage to break your fall with your hands just in time. But I take advantage of your moment of shock to pull you to a kind of table and tie your hands crosswise behind the table leg with a rope. When I tie the rope out of reach of your fingers, it's immediately clear to you that you can't get out of here without help.

Next, I tie your bare, abused feet parallel to each other, as well as your big toes. With a quick tickle on the soles of your feet, I test the strength of the rope restraints.

I take the bag off your head – you realize you're in a forest cabin. Your hands are, as you guessed, tied to a massive table leg. The wind whistles through every crack and quickly makes you shiver, especially since you're still barefoot. Besides, you're thirsty. But when you ask me for something to drink, I just laugh and say, "Make yourself comfortable. This Hilton suite will be your home for a long time! And if you have a wish, just scream – only no one here will hear you!"

"Why am I here? What do you want from me?" you ask, while once again testing the strength of your restraints. No chance.
"Don't panic! I'll gladly grant your wish for knowledge - tomorrow or the day after! Until then, make yourself comfortable! And say goodbye to your car. It'll bring me a tidy sum from the scrap dealer today."

You hear the door close and be locked from the outside. You try to scream, but your throat, dry from thirst, only lets out an incomprehensible croak. You're freezing again. Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?? Your beloved car at the scrap dealer???

Feedback appreciated.

[DioA]

Taking a deep breath, I double check that I have everything that I’m going to need. On pick ups, I work light, taking only things that I can fit in my pockets. Too much and it just gets complicated. I’ve already scanned the parking garage, there’s no cameras, not security, no protection beyond a coin operated lift gate. Really too dangerous of a place for you to be in.

When I see you walking in, I crouch down next to my vehicle. As soon as you unlock your car, I clamp my hand over your mouth and wrap you up around your waist. After fighting you to get your hands behind your back, I take out one of the zip ties sticking out of my back pocket and bind them together. I do the same to your elbows, knees, and ankles before gagging you with on of the wrap bandages. I open my truck and lay you down under the seats in the back of the cab. I then put them down so no one can see you in there. I take your keys and purse and toss them into your car.

After driving back to my lair, I take you out and toss you over my shoulder. After carrying you inside, I sit you on a chair and zip tie your ankles to your wrists. I then lightly slap the side of your face. “Don’t go anywhere now.”

[SubmissiveGirl96]

As you get into your car, you have no idea about the nasty surprise hidden under a blanket in the back seat. Picking the analog lock wasn't a problem for me – and since you rarely use the rear doors, you don't even notice.

I let you drive and wait patiently until you stop in front of your house's garage – after all, I don't want you to have an accident out of shock. But before you can unbuckle your seatbelt, you suddenly feel a sharp object lightly digging into your ribs. "Keep your hands off if you value your life. Drive off, I'll tell you where. But always pay attention to the speed limit!"

You obey and, through the rearview mirror, only see a figure dressed entirely in black in the back seat, wearing black gloves and a black stocking mask. You carefully look down and realize that the sharp object is a knife. Shocked, you hit the brakes.

"Did I order you to stop? Don't do that again! Drive! And don't let it show! Keep your eyes on the road and obey the speed limit!"

You set off again, shaking. I direct you out of town and onto a forest road. I deliberately ignore the sign: "Private road! No trespassing!" We drive deeper and deeper into the forest. Since you've never been to this private forest before, you have no idea where exactly you are.

At some point, I order you to stop and get out. Intimidated by the knife, you obey. You follow the next command very reluctantly, given the terrain. But finally, you're standing barefoot in front of me. I throw your high heels and socks into the trunk of your car before I put a bag over your head and order you to raise your hands and walk slowly in a certain direction.

Since you can't see, you repeatedly step on sharp branches or the droppings of forest animals with your bare feet, slip on leaves, or scratch your face and forearms on low-hanging branches. And since we're constantly changing direction, you soon lose all sense of direction, and not just because you've never been in this forest before.

After what feels like an eternity, we stop and you hear me push some kind of barrier aside. Then you suddenly feel a jolt and fall forward – but instead of the expected ground, you fall onto a surface covered with wooden boards. You manage to break your fall with your hands just in time. But I take advantage of your moment of shock to pull you to a kind of table and tie your hands crosswise behind the table leg with a rope. When I tie the rope out of reach of your fingers, it's immediately clear to you that you can't get out of here without help.

Next, I tie your bare, abused feet parallel to each other, as well as your big toes. With a quick tickle on the soles of your feet, I test the strength of the rope restraints.

I take the bag off your head – you realize you're in a forest cabin. Your hands are, as you guessed, tied to a massive table leg. The wind whistles through every crack and quickly makes you shiver, especially since you're still barefoot. Besides, you're thirsty. But when you ask me for something to drink, I just laugh and say, "Make yourself comfortable. This Hilton suite will be your home for a long time! And if you have a wish, just scream – only no one here will hear you!"

"Why am I here? What do you want from me?" you ask, while once again testing the strength of your restraints. No chance.
"Don't panic! I'll gladly grant your wish for knowledge - tomorrow or the day after! Until then, make yourself comfortable! And say goodbye to your car. It'll bring me a tidy sum from the scrap dealer today."

You hear the door close and be locked from the outside. You try to scream, but your throat, dry from thirst, only lets out an incomprehensible croak. You're freezing again. Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?? Your beloved car at the scrap dealer???

Feedback appreciated.

I really appreciate the detail, not what I would have expected.

[summerbreezes]

Darkness dominated the entire dungeon, completely silence. The heavy wooden door ceased air circulation, muggy, as if the hot steam full of every corners in this small wooden dungeon. The midnight in the middle of Summer, the temperature is still hot.

The early ache has turned into stinging jots of pain coursed like pinpricks through your fettered arms and feet, set each of your nerves on fire. The thin reddish cord, cutting deeply into your fresh skins has no sign of little loose, holding you in the brutal hogtie. Your arms, being pinned across your back high up over your shoulder blades, carving the stress into your shoulder joints. Your wrists crushing each other, melted by reddish cord into your fresh, cruel, excruciated. Your legs were cinched together by your ankles, around your knees, above the knees and around your thighs, with each circle of ropes professionally tightened, cut deeply into your skin, almost jeopardize your blood circulation. To deprive your freedom, even your big toes were cinched by thin cord to your ponytail, yanking your head up mercilessly. The black heavy duty cable tie pulled your bare heels near to your rear head, forming your body into a brutal hogtie. Every inch burned across your wrists, your ankles, your spine ached from the bend, your ribs flared with each breath, there was no freedom left in your body. There are more ropes, layered, deliberate and tight in a harness wrapped tightly around your chest, the coarse fibers cinched just beneath your breasts, then again above, crushing soft flesh into obedient curves. Every shallow breath made the knots press deeper.

The ropes, bound your upper arms through elbows, pulling towards each other as one piece of trunk, intensifying the strain from limb muscles through the shoulders. The ache is sharp, brutal, the first pain radiated from your drawn-back shoulders has severely spread out, increased with every minute you were subjected to this tightly hogtie, the stinging pain has seared into your shoulder joints as if they were already dislocated apart.

The long -time restrains has carved the numb, the sore, and pain into a twisted agony: the ropes dig into your fresh as sandpapers scrubbing over your fresh, burning your sensitive skins in fire, the strain from excruciating hogtie drove the surges of pain as prickers pierced through your joint of bones, tearing nerves apart, overwhelmed you by a dismal feeling of misery, dread the hammered unceasingly against the wall of your saint.

Even deprived of the surrounding darkness, you were still aware of the oppressing tightness of the space around, crushed by heavy wooden, cramped and suffocating.

Your exhale is heavy through your nostrils, the worn fabric socks pressed deeply in your mouth soaked with saliva has deprived moisture, draining your mouth as desert. Each swallow, the crude fabric socks plow against your soft and sensitive tongue, leaving the salty, nasty to taste.

You held the breath, stretched muscles to arch your back, lifting your neck high. A shock pain shooting through your bent-over back, you groaned painful but held still in this position: a tight noose around your neck knotted to the iron ring on the ceiling leaves no slack on the leash to rest your head, forced you have to arch your back, raise your torso from the floor to alleviate the suffocation.

Your limbs and back screamed in agony, tremble and quiver from the exertion as you stifled ever-growing strain of each muscle to the bitter end. With the steam of humidity and moisture from the muggy wooden walls, your sand twist sporty yoga outfit cladded skin was coated in sweat through your bare feet to your forehead.

The rope tight-gripped your chests above and below, cinched your body in ultra-deep back-arched hogtie was so tight, even the barely inhale and exhale to endure the super tight bondage became torture . As the exhausted fatigue overwhelm your drained muscles making the torment worse, you would not endure even for a second more.

"Mmmph....pfffhhhmm.mmmmnnhh..." Forced into the immobilized hogtie on your belly, suffocated to this malicious torture, you were in desperate helpless, hopeless. Inside the small dungeon, the ragged panting accompanying your struggle reverberated from the surrounding wooden walls, with the faint sound of water dripping down somewhere from the crack of the walls in this dungeon.

Defeated and exhausted, you muffled in agony. Your hair flowed sweepingly around your face while some tresses still stuck to your sweat-covered forehead. The tears mingle with the sweat covering your skin, as a hot feeling of relief rose like an all-engulfing wave from your chest up to your throat.

You closed your eyelids, the image of the nightmare vividly appear: after the Yoga course, you arrived at your apartment. Dropped your sneakers at door and stretched, walked through small corridor with your socks, you put your purse and bag down on the table, unaware of the shadow that followed you. Abruptly, you were shoved from behind up against the hallway wall next to the bedroom door, with a gruff voice: "Be quite, obey me or you will be in big trouble" , when you hesitated a little, a cloth with strong chloroform penetrated through your nostrils, the world went black......

Now the monster has you here, a small wooden dungeon in a remote bungalow, tied up, strictly hogtied, dreadful tormented, completely deprived of dignity, no mercy, no miracle.

A heavy footstep approaching. Overcame by the terrors of your nightmare, you stared wide-eyed into the surrounding night, the chilly from the cold sheen of sweat that covered your whole body due to the futile struggle against the rigid hogtie. Clunk, the wooden door unlocked with a dim light peeking through the gloomy, narrow dungeon, the gruff voice,

“Pretty girl, I have been observing you for a long time, now it's the time to train you for the absolute obedience course”.

[SubmissiveGirl96]

Darkness dominated the entire dungeon, completely silence. The heavy wooden door ceased air circulation, muggy, as if the hot steam full of every corners in this small wooden dungeon. The midnight in the middle of Summer, the temperature is still hot.

The early ache has turned into stinging jots of pain coursed like pinpricks through your fettered arms and feet, set each of your nerves on fire. The thin reddish cord, cutting deeply into your fresh skins has no sign of little loose, holding you in the brutal hogtie. Your arms, being pinned across your back high up over your shoulder blades, carving the stress into your shoulder joints. Your wrists crushing each other, melted by reddish cord into your fresh, cruel, excruciated. Your legs were cinched together by your ankles, around your knees, above the knees and around your thighs, with each circle of ropes professionally tightened, cut deeply into your skin, almost jeopardize your blood circulation. To deprive your freedom, even your big toes were cinched by thin cord to your ponytail, yanking your head up mercilessly. The black heavy duty cable tie pulled your bare heels near to your rear head, forming your body into a brutal hogtie. Every inch burned across your wrists, your ankles, your spine ached from the bend, your ribs flared with each breath, there was no freedom left in your body. There are more ropes, layered, deliberate and tight in a harness wrapped tightly around your chest, the coarse fibers cinched just beneath your breasts, then again above, crushing soft flesh into obedient curves. Every shallow breath made the knots press deeper.

The ropes, bound your upper arms through elbows, pulling towards each other as one piece of trunk, intensifying the strain from limb muscles through the shoulders. The ache is sharp, brutal, the first pain radiated from your drawn-back shoulders has severely spread out, increased with every minute you were subjected to this tightly hogtie, the stinging pain has seared into your shoulder joints as if they were already dislocated apart.

The long -time restrains has carved the numb, the sore, and pain into a twisted agony: the ropes dig into your fresh as sandpapers scrubbing over your fresh, burning your sensitive skins in fire, the strain from excruciating hogtie drove the surges of pain as prickers pierced through your joint of bones, tearing nerves apart, overwhelmed you by a dismal feeling of misery, dread the hammered unceasingly against the wall of your saint.

Even deprived of the surrounding darkness, you were still aware of the oppressing tightness of the space around, crushed by heavy wooden, cramped and suffocating.

Your exhale is heavy through your nostrils, the worn fabric socks pressed deeply in your mouth soaked with saliva has deprived moisture, draining your mouth as desert. Each swallow, the crude fabric socks plow against your soft and sensitive tongue, leaving the salty, nasty to taste.

You held the breath, stretched muscles to arch your back, lifting your neck high. A shock pain shooting through your bent-over back, you groaned painful but held still in this position: a tight noose around your neck knotted to the iron ring on the ceiling leaves no slack on the leash to rest your head, forced you have to arch your back, raise your torso from the floor to alleviate the suffocation.

Your limbs and back screamed in agony, tremble and quiver from the exertion as you stifled ever-growing strain of each muscle to the bitter end. With the steam of humidity and moisture from the muggy wooden walls, your sand twist sporty yoga outfit cladded skin was coated in sweat through your bare feet to your forehead.

The rope tight-gripped your chests above and below, cinched your body in ultra-deep back-arched hogtie was so tight, even the barely inhale and exhale to endure the super tight bondage became torture . As the exhausted fatigue overwhelm your drained muscles making the torment worse, you would not endure even for a second more.

"Mmmph....pfffhhhmm.mmmmnnhh..." Forced into the immobilized hogtie on your belly, suffocated to this malicious torture, you were in desperate helpless, hopeless. Inside the small dungeon, the ragged panting accompanying your struggle reverberated from the surrounding wooden walls, with the faint sound of water dripping down somewhere from the crack of the walls in this dungeon.

Defeated and exhausted, you muffled in agony. Your hair flowed sweepingly around your face while some tresses still stuck to your sweat-covered forehead. The tears mingle with the sweat covering your skin, as a hot feeling of relief rose like an all-engulfing wave from your chest up to your throat.

You closed your eyelids, the image of the nightmare vividly appear: after the Yoga course, you arrived at your apartment. Dropped your sneakers at door and stretched, walked through small corridor with your socks, you put your purse and bag down on the table, unaware of the shadow that followed you. Abruptly, you were shoved from behind up against the hallway wall next to the bedroom door, with a gruff voice: "Be quite, obey me or you will be in big trouble" , when you hesitated a little, a cloth with strong chloroform penetrated through your nostrils, the world went black......

Now the monster has you here, a small wooden dungeon in a remote bungalow, tied up, strictly hogtied, dreadful tormented, completely deprived of dignity, no mercy, no miracle.

A heavy footstep approaching. Overcame by the terrors of your nightmare, you stared wide-eyed into the surrounding night, the chilly from the cold sheen of sweat that covered your whole body due to the futile struggle against the rigid hogtie. Clunk, the wooden door unlocked with a dim light peeking through the gloomy, narrow dungeon, the gruff voice,

“Pretty girl, I have been observing you for a long time, now it's the time to train you for the absolute obedience course”.

That was interesting and extremely descriptive.