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Snatched off the beach - request by myaltbob2 - Part 12 (M/m)
Well, it looks like myaltbob2 is no longer active in this platform, so no reason to continue.
Chapter 10
Coughing, you say, "You probably want to know if I liked it. Well, I...!" You don't get any further. The vinegar, mixed with stomach acid, makes its way up your esophagus. Before you can react, you've vomited—and with unerring aim, right onto my expensive leather shoes!
You'll feel the slap in your face for days! "You rat! This is disgusting! You'll pay for this!" You mumble an apology, which is interrupted mid-sentence by an even harder slap on your other cheek.
The pain, but also the tension of the last few hours, is released in a torrent of tears. As if through a veil of mist, you hear my shouted threat: "You'll pay for this, Ben - alias @Myaltbob2!"
Still coughing and crying, you then utter the sentence that hits me like a bombshell! "Which Ben? And who is Myaltbob2? I don't know any Myaltbob2! Check my ID if you don't believe me!"
Did you just make a life-threatening mistake? How will I react? You'll find out after the feedback!
Coughing, you say, "You probably want to know if I liked it. Well, I...!" You don't get any further. The vinegar, mixed with stomach acid, makes its way up your esophagus. Before you can react, you've vomited—and with unerring aim, right onto my expensive leather shoes!
You'll feel the slap in your face for days! "You rat! This is disgusting! You'll pay for this!" You mumble an apology, which is interrupted mid-sentence by an even harder slap on your other cheek.
The pain, but also the tension of the last few hours, is released in a torrent of tears. As if through a veil of mist, you hear my shouted threat: "You'll pay for this, Ben - alias @Myaltbob2!"
Still coughing and crying, you then utter the sentence that hits me like a bombshell! "Which Ben? And who is Myaltbob2? I don't know any Myaltbob2! Check my ID if you don't believe me!"
Did you just make a life-threatening mistake? How will I react? You'll find out after the feedback!
Shall I continue?
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Camguy2050
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this is a good story so far looking forward to more
Part 11
I keep looking back and forth between your ID and you, speechless. This can't be happening! Or are you trying to trick me? Time for a test!
I hold my gun to your temple and say, "You'll tell me the truth now if you value your life! I'll give you three seconds! Three, two, one...!"
When you open your eyes, you see a light! The light of the afterlife? But then you hear my voice laughing maliciously. "You can open your eyes again, Andrew! You're still alive! I removed a bullet from the barrel!"
Stunned, but also relieved, you continue listening. "The question is, what do I do with you now? Are your parents rich?" With a lump in your throat, you shake your head. You know that this answer could cost you your life—but you couldn't keep up a lie any longer.
I release you from your straitjacket restraints and tie you to the palm tree again, this time standing on your tiptoes, hands tied to a limb high above your head, and your overbody ant tights bound from your neck to your feet. The rough bark digs into your back like countless pinpricks. But you have no choice but to endure it until I announce my decision!
After what seems like endless minutes, I utter the words: "Alive, you're more useful to me than dead!" On the one hand, you're relieved that your heart can continue beating—at least for now. On the other hand, you secretly hoped that I would simply set you free after this mistake! That hope has been dashed!
The position on the stinging palm tree is slowly becoming uncomfortable, as well as the pulling in your shoulders. You don't care what I do to you next, as long as I untie you—at least from the palm tree!
To be continued after feedback, as always.
I keep looking back and forth between your ID and you, speechless. This can't be happening! Or are you trying to trick me? Time for a test!
I hold my gun to your temple and say, "You'll tell me the truth now if you value your life! I'll give you three seconds! Three, two, one...!"
When you open your eyes, you see a light! The light of the afterlife? But then you hear my voice laughing maliciously. "You can open your eyes again, Andrew! You're still alive! I removed a bullet from the barrel!"
Stunned, but also relieved, you continue listening. "The question is, what do I do with you now? Are your parents rich?" With a lump in your throat, you shake your head. You know that this answer could cost you your life—but you couldn't keep up a lie any longer.
I release you from your straitjacket restraints and tie you to the palm tree again, this time standing on your tiptoes, hands tied to a limb high above your head, and your overbody ant tights bound from your neck to your feet. The rough bark digs into your back like countless pinpricks. But you have no choice but to endure it until I announce my decision!
After what seems like endless minutes, I utter the words: "Alive, you're more useful to me than dead!" On the one hand, you're relieved that your heart can continue beating—at least for now. On the other hand, you secretly hoped that I would simply set you free after this mistake! That hope has been dashed!
The position on the stinging palm tree is slowly becoming uncomfortable, as well as the pulling in your shoulders. You don't care what I do to you next, as long as I untie you—at least from the palm tree!
To be continued after feedback, as always.
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Poor Andrew, mistaken identity. Oh well one kidnappee tied to a swinging palm tree is worth 500 in the bush. Keep Andrew and ransom him or, as a slave, but please untie him from the tree afterall he is innocent and you can always tie him back up.
Please continue, I have a suspicion that Andrew will be a good obedient Kidnappee.
Please continue, I have a suspicion that Andrew will be a good obedient Kidnappee.
To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME
Part 12
You're relieved that your heart can keep beating—at least for the moment. "Thank you, Mr. Kidnapper!" you say, as you try to rub your battered wrists and shoulders.
But I've already tied your hands again—this time in front of your body. "I'm warning you—if you lied to me, then…!"
The slap makes you lose your senses. You fall forward, landing squarely on your bound hands. Luckily, you don't twist anything, but it's still painful.
But you don't have time to recover. I yank you back to your feet and whisper in your ear: "Then you'll just have to work off the money!"
Work? You've never worked! And the fact that I don't elaborate on the type of work terrifies you.
Feedback as always.
You're relieved that your heart can keep beating—at least for the moment. "Thank you, Mr. Kidnapper!" you say, as you try to rub your battered wrists and shoulders.
But I've already tied your hands again—this time in front of your body. "I'm warning you—if you lied to me, then…!"
The slap makes you lose your senses. You fall forward, landing squarely on your bound hands. Luckily, you don't twist anything, but it's still painful.
But you don't have time to recover. I yank you back to your feet and whisper in your ear: "Then you'll just have to work off the money!"
Work? You've never worked! And the fact that I don't elaborate on the type of work terrifies you.
Feedback as always.
Part 13:
You can hardly believe your luck when I actually fumble with the ropes that secure your hands behind the tree trunk. You know there's no escape from this island, but just being able to move your wrists and shoulders around for a moment is a blessing!
As expected, you can only shake your arms out briefly before I grab your wrists and cross them behind your back again. At least this time you're not tied to a tree, just your wrists behind your back. Your ankles are also untied from the tree and then tied together again, as are your thighs. You don't even try to free yourself—experience has taught you that I know my way around knots!
I let you hop over to my somewhat hidden motorboat and help you lie down underdeck. You hear the engine start and we drive off, destination unknown. You feel a pang of unease as you think about the work I mentioned—but then again, if I let you work, I have to let you live, right?
Feedback as always.
You can hardly believe your luck when I actually fumble with the ropes that secure your hands behind the tree trunk. You know there's no escape from this island, but just being able to move your wrists and shoulders around for a moment is a blessing!
As expected, you can only shake your arms out briefly before I grab your wrists and cross them behind your back again. At least this time you're not tied to a tree, just your wrists behind your back. Your ankles are also untied from the tree and then tied together again, as are your thighs. You don't even try to free yourself—experience has taught you that I know my way around knots!
I let you hop over to my somewhat hidden motorboat and help you lie down underdeck. You hear the engine start and we drive off, destination unknown. You feel a pang of unease as you think about the work I mentioned—but then again, if I let you work, I have to let you live, right?
Feedback as always.