Kidnap game (FF/F)
Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2025 11:56 am
I’m supposed to be working again.
Julie told me about a fantasy she had before we bit together. Here goes.
Julie, a 40-year-old woman with a penchant for the dramatic, strolled down the quiet, tree-lined street. She wore a crisp, white button-up shirt tucked into a black pencil skirt, the hem fluttering slightly above her knees with each step. The click-clack of her heels echoed against the pavement, punctuating the silence of the early evening. A gentle breeze played with the hem of her skirt, hinting at the stockings and suspenders hidden beneath. Her heart thumped in her chest, a mix of excitement and apprehension. This was it—the start of an adventure she had meticulously planned for weeks with her two best friends, Samantha and Jenny.
As instructed, she kept her eyes forward, her thoughts racing. She had always been the wild one, the friend who pushed boundaries and sought thrills, while Sam and Jen were more content with the familiar comforts of life; but this time, they were all in on her secret. Two figures emerged from the shadows, their faces obscured by black masks. Julie's pulse spiked, but she remained still, a silent nod to the game she had eagerly signed up for. They approached her with swift confidence, each taking an arm and guiding her to a nondescript van parked a few meters away. The engine rumbled to life as the side door slid open, and she was firmly pushed inside.
Her heart hammered in her chest as the van lurched forward. She felt the smooth leather of the belts tightened against her legs, the cold metal of the handcuffs biting into her wrists. The smell of rubber anddiesel filled her nose, mingling with the faint scent of their perfumed hand lotion. The blindfold was secured tightly, plunging her into darkness, while the ball gag was wedged into her mouth, silencing her protests and laughter alike. The vehicle's movements grew erratic as it sped down the road, turning sharply and accelerating onto the dual carriageway, heightening her sense of disorientation.
Julie's thoughts swirled. Was this really what she wanted? To be at the mercy of her friends, to be utterly powerless? Yet, as the time ticked by, she found a strange comfort in the sensation of the van's vibrations through her body, the hum of the engine a soothing white noise that drowned out her racing thoughts. The air grew warmer as the miles passed, and she could feel the occasional jostle as they navigated the winding country roads that she had no idea of her location. Each twist and turn was a new chapter in this thrilling escapade she had dreamt up. Was she really miles away, orvhad Sam driven in circles to bring her back less than a mile from home.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the van came to a jolting stop. The sudden silence was deafening. The door slid open with a metallic screech, and the cool night air kissed her flushed cheeks. Hands, firm but gentle, lifted her from the seat. The world outside was a blurr of darkness and muffled sounds, filtered through the fabric of her blindfold. Her heart danced in her chest as the gravity shifted and she was hoisted over a shoulder. Her legs, still bound together, kicked instinctively, but she stifled a giggle as she lost her heels. The thrill was palpable. This was it—the moment she had been waiting for.
They moved swiftly, her two friends carrying her as if she were a ragdoll. The ground underfoot was uneven, and she could hear the crunch of gravel and the occasional twig snapping. The smell of damp earth and pine trees grew stronger, hinting at their destination being somewhere rural and isolated. Her breath grew ragged with each step they took away from civilization, the weight of her own vulnerability pressing down on her chest. She had given them strict instructions—no clues to her whereabouts —but she could feel their excitement radiating through their touch.
With a thump, she was dumped onto a wooden chair, the hard surface cool against her skin and through her flimsy clothes. The ropes bit deeper as she was tied tightly to the chair, her arms crushed behind her back and the back of the chair; her ankles and shins secured to the chair legs. She could feel the roughness of the rope against her skin, and the way it dug into her wrists and through her flimsy stockings. The wood was cold and unforgiving, and she squirmed slightly, testing the knots. They held firm.
The sound of her friends’ boots clomping and muttered exchanges filled the room. Sam and Jenny sat down in comfy chairs, looking at their friend and captive, removing their boots, gloves and black sweaters. "Well it’s what she wanted, let’s get the food going," Sam's voice echoed, filled with the kind of enthusiasm reserved for a surprise birthday party rather than a kidnapping. She heard the clank of pans and the sizzle of something cooking, the scent of garlic and onions wafting through the air. Her stomach growled, a reminder of how long it had been since she’d eaten. The gag made it impossible to call out, to ask for a taste or even to make small talk. She felt a strange pang of jealousy, wishing she could be a part of the kitchen banter she knew so well. Then she realised, this was part of the thrill. Thecworld went in around her whilst she sat, tied up, gagged, blindfolded, unable to,participate. Helpless.
Julie's ears strained to pick up any hints of their location from the sounds outside. The occasional hoot of an owl pierced the night, and the distant sound of a babbling brook trickled through the walls. She was definitely not in the city anymore. The room itself was sparse, the chair she sat on creaking with every subtle movement she made. She felt the warmth of a fire radiate from somewhere in the vicinity, and she could almost see the flickering of the flames in the darkness behind her blindfold.
The clatter of pans and the sizzle of the food grew louder. Sam's voice called out, "Alright, dinner's almost ready, darling." Jenny giggled in response, the sound of their friendship and mischief dancing around her. The smell of garlic bread began to fill the room, making her mouth water. Her stomach rumbled again, the gag pressing uncomfortably against her tongue. Then she heard the pop of a Prosecco bottle being opened.
"Let's not forget the bubbly!" Jenny exclaimed. The sound of glasses clinking and laughter grew closer. "Okay, let's get her set up," Sam said, her voice low and serious now, the playfulness gone. They approached Julie, and she felt the chair being pushed forwards, the legs scraping against the floor. A shiver ran down her spine as the floorboards groaned beneath them.
Her gag was removed with a gentle tug. The cool night air filled her mouth, a stark contrast to the sticky warmth of the gag. She swallowed, her dry throat begging for relief. "Water?" Jenny asked, her voice soft. A moment later, a cold glass was pressed to her lips, and she greedily sipped, the cool liquid soothing her parched mouth. The taste of the rubber ball lingered, but the sweetness of cool water washed it away.
Julie's eyes remained closed behind her blindfold, savoring the sensation of captivity and the anticipation of what was to come.
Her friends took turns spooning a warm, rich stew into her mouth, their giggles a symphony of delight that she could feel rather than hear. Each mouthful was a surprise, a dance of flavors that she had to guess without sight or verbal cues. She chewed carefully, the warmth of the food spreading through her body and counteracting the chill of the room. The garlic bread was soft and buttery, a delightful contrast to the firm chair beneath her.
Sam and Jenny chatted over the meal, sipping on their Prosecco, their laughter a distant melody to the tune of her own breathing. The occasional clink of their glasses and the pop of the bubbles was a stark reminder of the game she had unwittingly become the star of. Yet, she found it oddly comforting, a familiar backdrop to her new reality.
"Alright, time to take our captive for a little walk," Sam announced, her tone playful but firm. The chair was dragged back, and the ropes around her legs were untied with a deftness that spoke of their practice. They helped her to her feet, her legs wobbly and uncooperative from the lack of circulation. They took turns guiding her through the room, their fingers a gentle yet unyielding force against her shoulders. The floor was cold and uneven through the thin material of her stockings, sending shivers up her spine with each step. The fire crackled, a beacon of warmth she longed to feel against her skin.
Julie's eyes remained blindfolded as they led her down a hallway, the walls lined with an eerie silence that seemed to whisper secrets she wasn't meant to hear. Her stockinged feet were silent against the wooden floorboards, as were her friends' socks and bare feet, the slight slap or creak kf floorboards tye on,ynsound if their steps. The door to the bathroom creaked open, and she was pushed inside. The cold porcelain of the sink sent a shock through her as they untied her all except her blindfold and handcuffs.
"You figteen minutes," Sam said, her voice echoing in the small space, a little giggle before the door closed. The room was small, with peeling wallpaper and a rustic, vintage charm. The sink had a crack running down its center, and the tap dripped steadily into a stained basin. A mirror above the sink reflected her flushed face and wild hair, unseen by Lulie, a stark contrast to the neat, well dressed figure she had been a few hours ago.
After struggling but achiving whan she needed to do Julie called out that she was ready. The first time she had ever been to the toilet and washed her hands with handcuffs behind her back.
The door to the bathroom creaked open, and Sam and Jenny entered, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They guided her back out of the bathroom and Sam remastered the ball gag in her mouth. They kept her hands cuffed behind her back as they guided her up stairs.
Julie felt the plushness of the carpet under her toes as they reached the top floor. Her heart was racing now, the anticipation of what was to come was almost too much. They stopped outside a door and she heard the click of a lock turning. The door opened and she was pushed into the room, the scent of fresh linen and vanilla assaulting her nostrils. It smelt like a luxury hotel room, but she knew it wasn't.
Sam and Jenny's hands were on her again, deftly unbuttoning her shirt and sliding it down her arms. Her skirt was unzipped and slipped down her legs. She shivered in the cool air as the fabric of her blouse whispering across her skin, a sudden chill as she was more exposed. With a click her handcuffs were released and her blouse dropped to the floor. They stepped back and she heard the rustle of them setting it aside, before returning to unhook her bra with careful precision. It was as if they had done this many times before. The fabric fell away, leaving her in just her knickers, suspenders, and stockings. A rush of vulnerability washed over her, but she remained silent, the gag preventing any protest.
They guided her to the center of the room, and she felt the softness of a bed before her knees. Hands pushed her down, and she complied, the plushness of the mattress enveloping her as she lay down. The scent of fresh linen and vanilla grew stronger as they tied her wrists to the upper corners of the bed, the ropes tight yet not painfully so. They secured her ankles to the bottom corners with the same care, spreading her legs wide apart. The fabric of the blindfold was still snug around her head, but she could feel the warmth of the lamp in the room, casting shadows across the fabric. Her friends carefully and systematically tightened each of the four ropes so Julie was held , spred firmly but not painfully. The two friends stood back tomlook atvher.
"Night night Julie."
"See you in the morning."
Julie's heart thundered in her chest, the anticipation making her breath come in short, sharp gasps. The bed dipped as one of them climbed onto it, their weight shifting the mattress. Warm breath brushed against her cheek, and she felt a soft kiss, followed by the gentle caress of a hand along her side, tracing the line of her stockings. Goosebumps erupted across her skin, a delicious shiver running down her spine.
“Mmmpphhh.â€
The weight was gone from the bed. The loght clicked off. The door shut. Julie was left alone.
Julie told me about a fantasy she had before we bit together. Here goes.
Julie, a 40-year-old woman with a penchant for the dramatic, strolled down the quiet, tree-lined street. She wore a crisp, white button-up shirt tucked into a black pencil skirt, the hem fluttering slightly above her knees with each step. The click-clack of her heels echoed against the pavement, punctuating the silence of the early evening. A gentle breeze played with the hem of her skirt, hinting at the stockings and suspenders hidden beneath. Her heart thumped in her chest, a mix of excitement and apprehension. This was it—the start of an adventure she had meticulously planned for weeks with her two best friends, Samantha and Jenny.
As instructed, she kept her eyes forward, her thoughts racing. She had always been the wild one, the friend who pushed boundaries and sought thrills, while Sam and Jen were more content with the familiar comforts of life; but this time, they were all in on her secret. Two figures emerged from the shadows, their faces obscured by black masks. Julie's pulse spiked, but she remained still, a silent nod to the game she had eagerly signed up for. They approached her with swift confidence, each taking an arm and guiding her to a nondescript van parked a few meters away. The engine rumbled to life as the side door slid open, and she was firmly pushed inside.
Her heart hammered in her chest as the van lurched forward. She felt the smooth leather of the belts tightened against her legs, the cold metal of the handcuffs biting into her wrists. The smell of rubber anddiesel filled her nose, mingling with the faint scent of their perfumed hand lotion. The blindfold was secured tightly, plunging her into darkness, while the ball gag was wedged into her mouth, silencing her protests and laughter alike. The vehicle's movements grew erratic as it sped down the road, turning sharply and accelerating onto the dual carriageway, heightening her sense of disorientation.
Julie's thoughts swirled. Was this really what she wanted? To be at the mercy of her friends, to be utterly powerless? Yet, as the time ticked by, she found a strange comfort in the sensation of the van's vibrations through her body, the hum of the engine a soothing white noise that drowned out her racing thoughts. The air grew warmer as the miles passed, and she could feel the occasional jostle as they navigated the winding country roads that she had no idea of her location. Each twist and turn was a new chapter in this thrilling escapade she had dreamt up. Was she really miles away, orvhad Sam driven in circles to bring her back less than a mile from home.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the van came to a jolting stop. The sudden silence was deafening. The door slid open with a metallic screech, and the cool night air kissed her flushed cheeks. Hands, firm but gentle, lifted her from the seat. The world outside was a blurr of darkness and muffled sounds, filtered through the fabric of her blindfold. Her heart danced in her chest as the gravity shifted and she was hoisted over a shoulder. Her legs, still bound together, kicked instinctively, but she stifled a giggle as she lost her heels. The thrill was palpable. This was it—the moment she had been waiting for.
They moved swiftly, her two friends carrying her as if she were a ragdoll. The ground underfoot was uneven, and she could hear the crunch of gravel and the occasional twig snapping. The smell of damp earth and pine trees grew stronger, hinting at their destination being somewhere rural and isolated. Her breath grew ragged with each step they took away from civilization, the weight of her own vulnerability pressing down on her chest. She had given them strict instructions—no clues to her whereabouts —but she could feel their excitement radiating through their touch.
With a thump, she was dumped onto a wooden chair, the hard surface cool against her skin and through her flimsy clothes. The ropes bit deeper as she was tied tightly to the chair, her arms crushed behind her back and the back of the chair; her ankles and shins secured to the chair legs. She could feel the roughness of the rope against her skin, and the way it dug into her wrists and through her flimsy stockings. The wood was cold and unforgiving, and she squirmed slightly, testing the knots. They held firm.
The sound of her friends’ boots clomping and muttered exchanges filled the room. Sam and Jenny sat down in comfy chairs, looking at their friend and captive, removing their boots, gloves and black sweaters. "Well it’s what she wanted, let’s get the food going," Sam's voice echoed, filled with the kind of enthusiasm reserved for a surprise birthday party rather than a kidnapping. She heard the clank of pans and the sizzle of something cooking, the scent of garlic and onions wafting through the air. Her stomach growled, a reminder of how long it had been since she’d eaten. The gag made it impossible to call out, to ask for a taste or even to make small talk. She felt a strange pang of jealousy, wishing she could be a part of the kitchen banter she knew so well. Then she realised, this was part of the thrill. Thecworld went in around her whilst she sat, tied up, gagged, blindfolded, unable to,participate. Helpless.
Julie's ears strained to pick up any hints of their location from the sounds outside. The occasional hoot of an owl pierced the night, and the distant sound of a babbling brook trickled through the walls. She was definitely not in the city anymore. The room itself was sparse, the chair she sat on creaking with every subtle movement she made. She felt the warmth of a fire radiate from somewhere in the vicinity, and she could almost see the flickering of the flames in the darkness behind her blindfold.
The clatter of pans and the sizzle of the food grew louder. Sam's voice called out, "Alright, dinner's almost ready, darling." Jenny giggled in response, the sound of their friendship and mischief dancing around her. The smell of garlic bread began to fill the room, making her mouth water. Her stomach rumbled again, the gag pressing uncomfortably against her tongue. Then she heard the pop of a Prosecco bottle being opened.
"Let's not forget the bubbly!" Jenny exclaimed. The sound of glasses clinking and laughter grew closer. "Okay, let's get her set up," Sam said, her voice low and serious now, the playfulness gone. They approached Julie, and she felt the chair being pushed forwards, the legs scraping against the floor. A shiver ran down her spine as the floorboards groaned beneath them.
Her gag was removed with a gentle tug. The cool night air filled her mouth, a stark contrast to the sticky warmth of the gag. She swallowed, her dry throat begging for relief. "Water?" Jenny asked, her voice soft. A moment later, a cold glass was pressed to her lips, and she greedily sipped, the cool liquid soothing her parched mouth. The taste of the rubber ball lingered, but the sweetness of cool water washed it away.
Julie's eyes remained closed behind her blindfold, savoring the sensation of captivity and the anticipation of what was to come.
Her friends took turns spooning a warm, rich stew into her mouth, their giggles a symphony of delight that she could feel rather than hear. Each mouthful was a surprise, a dance of flavors that she had to guess without sight or verbal cues. She chewed carefully, the warmth of the food spreading through her body and counteracting the chill of the room. The garlic bread was soft and buttery, a delightful contrast to the firm chair beneath her.
Sam and Jenny chatted over the meal, sipping on their Prosecco, their laughter a distant melody to the tune of her own breathing. The occasional clink of their glasses and the pop of the bubbles was a stark reminder of the game she had unwittingly become the star of. Yet, she found it oddly comforting, a familiar backdrop to her new reality.
"Alright, time to take our captive for a little walk," Sam announced, her tone playful but firm. The chair was dragged back, and the ropes around her legs were untied with a deftness that spoke of their practice. They helped her to her feet, her legs wobbly and uncooperative from the lack of circulation. They took turns guiding her through the room, their fingers a gentle yet unyielding force against her shoulders. The floor was cold and uneven through the thin material of her stockings, sending shivers up her spine with each step. The fire crackled, a beacon of warmth she longed to feel against her skin.
Julie's eyes remained blindfolded as they led her down a hallway, the walls lined with an eerie silence that seemed to whisper secrets she wasn't meant to hear. Her stockinged feet were silent against the wooden floorboards, as were her friends' socks and bare feet, the slight slap or creak kf floorboards tye on,ynsound if their steps. The door to the bathroom creaked open, and she was pushed inside. The cold porcelain of the sink sent a shock through her as they untied her all except her blindfold and handcuffs.
"You figteen minutes," Sam said, her voice echoing in the small space, a little giggle before the door closed. The room was small, with peeling wallpaper and a rustic, vintage charm. The sink had a crack running down its center, and the tap dripped steadily into a stained basin. A mirror above the sink reflected her flushed face and wild hair, unseen by Lulie, a stark contrast to the neat, well dressed figure she had been a few hours ago.
After struggling but achiving whan she needed to do Julie called out that she was ready. The first time she had ever been to the toilet and washed her hands with handcuffs behind her back.
The door to the bathroom creaked open, and Sam and Jenny entered, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They guided her back out of the bathroom and Sam remastered the ball gag in her mouth. They kept her hands cuffed behind her back as they guided her up stairs.
Julie felt the plushness of the carpet under her toes as they reached the top floor. Her heart was racing now, the anticipation of what was to come was almost too much. They stopped outside a door and she heard the click of a lock turning. The door opened and she was pushed into the room, the scent of fresh linen and vanilla assaulting her nostrils. It smelt like a luxury hotel room, but she knew it wasn't.
Sam and Jenny's hands were on her again, deftly unbuttoning her shirt and sliding it down her arms. Her skirt was unzipped and slipped down her legs. She shivered in the cool air as the fabric of her blouse whispering across her skin, a sudden chill as she was more exposed. With a click her handcuffs were released and her blouse dropped to the floor. They stepped back and she heard the rustle of them setting it aside, before returning to unhook her bra with careful precision. It was as if they had done this many times before. The fabric fell away, leaving her in just her knickers, suspenders, and stockings. A rush of vulnerability washed over her, but she remained silent, the gag preventing any protest.
They guided her to the center of the room, and she felt the softness of a bed before her knees. Hands pushed her down, and she complied, the plushness of the mattress enveloping her as she lay down. The scent of fresh linen and vanilla grew stronger as they tied her wrists to the upper corners of the bed, the ropes tight yet not painfully so. They secured her ankles to the bottom corners with the same care, spreading her legs wide apart. The fabric of the blindfold was still snug around her head, but she could feel the warmth of the lamp in the room, casting shadows across the fabric. Her friends carefully and systematically tightened each of the four ropes so Julie was held , spred firmly but not painfully. The two friends stood back tomlook atvher.
"Night night Julie."
"See you in the morning."
Julie's heart thundered in her chest, the anticipation making her breath come in short, sharp gasps. The bed dipped as one of them climbed onto it, their weight shifting the mattress. Warm breath brushed against her cheek, and she felt a soft kiss, followed by the gentle caress of a hand along her side, tracing the line of her stockings. Goosebumps erupted across her skin, a delicious shiver running down her spine.
“Mmmpphhh.â€
The weight was gone from the bed. The loght clicked off. The door shut. Julie was left alone.