Stories of Tie Up Games

The Slavers
Chapter 1: My Introduction

Fields of grain. Beautiful green crops from the earlier summer sunshine and spring rains. As far as the eye can see. A majestic sea. Corn, miles of it. Blue sky and sunshine, no clouds around. Temperate weather. June in the Midwest is beautiful beyond belief. Really. Should have had an eye on the road and my gauges. Steam, orange lights, and alarms are bad. Blast!

"Piece of junk!" I kicked the rim of the tire of my black GMC, "I'd better not find a cop out here! If a cop or one of them finds me, it's not going to be pretty for me! Oh, God, no!"

I needed help. I'm not a slouch, but this was completely beyond my abilities. All I saw was dark metallic blue. Pretty truck, a Ford F-150 two door with a rear bench. Nice! Waving it down was easy, and that's how I met Jamie. She pulled over and hopped out of the truck. A tip of the hat, a friendly wave, and a smile. Cowgirl showed up at the right time while steam poured out from an overheated engine. Her mind had a cost estimate ready in 20 seconds. Frustrated sounds made it clear it was terminal, and she stepped back and put her hands on her hips.

"You froze the engine from melting a piston. I'm sorry; she's dead," she frowned.
"That sucks. Man, I'm not close to home, either," my face screwed up. Frustration was clear.
"I'd give you a ride, but," she paused and looked back at the F-150 as if looking at someone.
"What's going on here?" there was a glimpse of movement and a suppressed grunting.
"Well, ummmm… I'm a weird entrepreneur," she looked me right in the eyes, "A criminal."
"That doesn't scare me. What do you do?" my fearlessness almost caught her off guard.
"Well," her matter-of-fact tone almost seemed sardonic, "I'm a professional kidnapper."
"You're funny!" I giggled, turned to face her, and pointed to the truck, "You got a girl in there?"
"I'm dead serious," Jamie insisted, "I capture girls upon request and sometimes sell them, too."
"You're crazy. Show me! I promise I won't tell anybody."
"Come on," she motioned to her truck, "Check her out. I'm not joshing you on this."

Beautiful. Silenced. Kidnapped. The masked desperado wasn't pillaging cargo at random but kidnapping as an act of vengeance to earn money from one person, she explained to me. Sell the girl to earn money from another. Dirty, bad money, but a thrilling living that led to moments like the arousing one before me.

There was a girl on the back bench. Blonde haired, with blue eyes. The eyes were wide and full of panic. Most likely, the poor thing didn't know why she'd been taken. Dirty blonde locks were a cute sight despite a big black balaclava being pulled over her head with hair peeking out from beneath the neck portion. She grunted a lot but was silenced by whatever gagged her so well. I looked at her legs and saw that her feet were bare. Disgusting, but sexy!

Jamie Townsend pulled her bandana off her nose and to her chin. Masked desperado to cowgirl in an instant. She was tall and strong with pale brownish, sort of blondish hair, that was straight, long, and beautiful. Her blue eyes showed neither guilt nor pride in her actions. Just a job she'd taken to pay the bills. A girl's gotta eat. Whatever. Just my first perspective of her. She had an interesting flair about her. I wasn't sure about this.

Blue jeans. Brown cowboy boots. Red cowgirl bandana. Brown ball cap. Solid red button-up short-sleeve shirt. 32C breasts. Probably feel nice. Pale skin. Strong but not muscular. She had a farming or ranching childhood for sure. For some reason, she was alone except for her cargo, a very important package. Yes, she'd robbed and pillaged and was making off with her booty.

Panic emanated from the captive girl's blue eyes. Jamie pulled on the balaclava a little so I could see the tape wrapping her face. The captive seemed to be securely bound, but fabric covered her body and bindings. No ropes visible. With each motion, the victim's panic increased. In brief, she was a helpless bondage doll.

Should I tell Jamie?

"You know… You came at the best time," I said with a heavy sigh, "I'm on the run."
"I could see it in your eyes," Jamie answered, "That's why I was willing to give you a lift."
"Shall we hit the road?" I asked her, looking at the darkly tinted windows and their sunshades.
"Yeah, come on. Let's go!" the roadside angel was actually a criminal, "What's your name?"
"Thea Caruso," my eyes met hers and confirmed my confidence in her, "I'm ready."

And that's how I became Jamie's sidekick.

Please do continue, i really like the setup.

Crocodile wrote: 3 months ago Please do continue, i really like the setup.

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Chapter 2: My First Ride

Jamie started up the pickup truck and suggested I sit in the back to stay with the captive, but that sounded sketchy. No way. That would be a quick way to trap me. Especially true when my new employer seemed the type to have a gun in the glove compartment. I was packing heat, too. Her truck had a ride height that was similar to my dead SUV that was now abandoned by the side of the road. I'd stolen that vehicle anyway when running from my pursuers. Enough vehicles went by that I could've hitched a ride with any of them going either direction.

"Well, well, well, here we are," I said and removed my bandana to further hide myself here.
"You're agitated," Jamie observed correctly, "Who wants you? What do they want?"
"Blue Honda Accord should be going west on this road with two women in it. One of them will have a leather jacket and a red bandana; the other has jeans and a polo," I answered covertly.
"Well, that's an interesting couple of pursuers. Care to say what they want with you?"
"They want to capture me," I answered, "Obviously. Why else would they pursue me?"
"Interesting," Jamie looked at the vehicles coming the other direction, "Blue Honda Accord."
"Where are you going?" that conversation had to end; she didn't need to know details. Yet.
"I'm headed to Chicago," my new colleague respected my changing the topic.

That there said Jamie had some semblance of nobility. Perhaps she was a slaver. But she had an honor code in her own way. Mostly, she kidnapped on behalf of another who wanted to wreak an act of vengeance on the victim's family or spouse—mostly women. Like the one in the backseat. There were some sort of fabric tubes, kind of like leg warmers, pulled over her body and legs to hide her bondage. The balaclava and tubes were unusual. But why the excess? We talked a lot about her work for about 10 minutes, but we didn't talk about each other.

"Why do this though?" I asked her while always keeping an eye on the road.
"Because it pays… and because I'm good at it," she said with a slight smirk on her face.
"You must have known I'm a bad person of some sort on sight," I had to play chess now.
"Sort of," she responded firmly, "I have done enough revenge jobs to know your type on sight."
"What's the game plan? It'll be dark soon," I looked at the yellowing sky with a smile.
"We'll sleep in a truck stop or a cheap motel most likely if I think we can't push through."

I'd seen the car go by hours earlier. Still, I was terrified even after another dozen blue Accords had passed us by. What if they'd turned around? What if they'd actually seen me get in here? It was known to every criminal east of the Rockies that I was out here somewhere. Dozens or even hundreds of people would want a piece of that reward. I could see the underground networks all with my picture plastered on them: Wanted: Viciously bound and gagged. I was one of three witnesses alive to that one person's actions.

What if Jamie decided that piece of pie was too lucrative to ignore it?

Jamie was pretty. I liked the pale brown-blonde hybrid color. The pale blue eyes. The bandana around her neck. The cowgirl and I would be the two prettiest kidnappers if she decided that my talents were useful to her. I knew I could do this. I had my experiences with kidnapping even if not the bondage aspects. She seemed a natural teacher who would quickly teach me her ways.

The girl with the blue-gray eyes and the dirty blonde hair didn't gag talk or complain much. By her manners, she'd been in transport for a while, maybe even passed from kidnapper to kidnapper as needed. Her eyes were wide, and she struggled a lot. Occasionally, she squealed as if warmed by the ropes. There was nothing to see, and I suspected she had to be thirsty from the gag. I was thirsty too, but we stopped for dinner. That's when I finally felt safe to get into the back and feed the captive while Jamie kept driving. If Jamie tried to pull something, I was ready.

"Who are you?" the girl finally asked me fearfully, "You two won't hurt me, will you?"
"Of course not," I said, "We're just doing a job. It's nothing personal against you, sweetie."
"Don't talk out your back end, kid," Jamie shot a warning glance to me in the rearview.
"I'm sick of your ropes and gags," the girl started crying, "Please, let me go. I did nothing!"
"Quit your sniveling, or you'll be gagged again," there was no regret in Jamie's voice.
"HELLLLPPPPPP! Somebody help me!" the captive had to open her big trap.
"GAG THAT CAPTIVE!" Jamie sharply ordered me.
"We warned you," I coldly wedged a 2.25 inch ball gag into her mouth and strapped it tight.
"GNNNNNN! Ohn't hoo thith" she whined while I took out the black electrical tape.

A chill went down my spine. I'd gone from one kind of criminal to another kind. Without any further thought, I wrapped her face in tape. Lots of it, good and tight. Then, the balaclava hid it all from the public eye. Eastward we traveled, Jamie the driver, this girl the prisoner, and me the guard. Mindlessly staring at the captive helped me to forget and to find calm on the journey.

Would there be reckoning? Would I be found? Would they forget? Would Jamie be true to her word? She seemed too keen in the underground; she'd eventually find out.

What would Jamie do when she found out?

There is a certain thrill to it, not knowing how you will end up on this ride.

Chapter 3: My First Confession

"You did well," Jamie said with a confident look in her eyes, "I'll keep you working, if you want it. Just realize this kind of work's dangerous; people will chase you; might lose your taste for it. It was brutal; that's why I gave you a week to simmer down and relax before saying anything."

I clasped my hands together behind me, right hand on the dominant left wrist. Staring at the wall didn't help, but it didn't hurt me either. Jamie and I hadn't talked about ourselves despite being a team now. I'd done well on that first lady I told you about, but I winced too much during the sale of that innocent. Even after Jamie explained it to me, it still felt wrong. We had hurt that person and sold her to be some rich person's sex slave as revenge for her husband's debt. Heartless.

A job had gone wrong. We'd been set up to either go to prison or die in the fracas, but here I was still fighting. The police couldn't pursue me because we'd all chosen to fight, but we scattered to protect ourselves. One was dead; three were alive; all were on the run from people who wanted us dead; all were unaware of who had sold us out. Were my friends even out there still?

"Jamie," I felt a strange ability to confide in her without judgment, "I'm so good at this because I had a job where… kidnapping people sometimes was necessary. I did a lot of bad things…"
"Don't sweat it. I only ended up doing this at first because I was blackmailed," she answered.
"You understand too many things," I gave her a slight smile, "You're well educated."
"You have to get this idea out of your head: we're both humans, which makes us equals. You're not worse than me because of whatever you did. Those two —what are their names again?—that are chasing you—Sandy and Kelsey, that's it!—are just toadies sent to pursue you. But I'll do all I can to keep you away from them and whoever it is that sent them after you. And if they bust in here and try to take you, they'll find themselves in a bondage sex slave harem in Oregon."

My blood froze. She already knew more about me than I had told her myself. How? Who told her the names of those two? What told her that she could trust me? I sure didn't trust myself as much as she did. There apparently was no need to come clean about my past when she knew all of the details already. That's when I realized Jamie was smart. And well-connected.

"What else do you know about me?" I challenged Jamie's knowledge, "And how?"
"It doesn't really really matter. I won't judge you for it. I only learned as much as I needed so I knew I wasn't a moron to keep you as my assistant. I need you. Solo kidnapping can be scary at times because I don't know if I'll slip or something. You're the ideal sidekick, and right now I see a person who got screwed over," Jamie didn't mince her words, "All I know is Sandy and Kelsey are toadies of Jessica Derita, who's a female crime boss. Jessica thinks you and three others did things against her, and she's determined to kill all four of you at any cost. There. Happy?"

"Yes, because that's what I wanted to tell you, albeit without the names."
"Good," Jamie had a sly grin on her face now, "You're here, and I'm loyal to those who are loyal to me and forgive, unlike your old boss. We're teammates to the last drop of our blood, OK?"

I couldn't help but smile. Four of us—me, Brad, Nick, and Germaine—were all sent to that place that night for what was supposed to be a routine transfer. But we were ambushed. Brad perished in my arms before Nick and Germaine fought their way out one door. I shot my way out another. As soon as I exited the building and ran to my SUV, I saw that Honda with Sandy and Kelsey in it and instantly knew that Jessica had turned on me. Now, Jamie vowed to stick by my side to the last drop of blood. I felt I could trust her. She was honest to a fault and felt a connection.

Were Nick and Germaine even still alive? Somehow, I had to find them and work with them and Jamie. Brad's blood demanded vengeance. Asking Jamie to help with that was insane, but right before me was the ultimate sleuth. She'd find out what happened to my teammates. Friends. An ally like Jamie was unsurpassable. Unlike me, she was beholden to no one. My mistake was my trust of Jessica Derita, a ruthless individual. But Germaine? Took a bullet so I could try to help Brad before he expired. At least he didn't die alone, but I… I loved him.

"How often do you get work?" I asked, studying the small house, "This pad's nice and cozy."
"Streaky. Sometimes I get three jobs in a month; last spring I had none," she shrugged.
"I suspect I'll need your help soon on something," I responded and walked away from Jamie.

My mind raced. I wasn't ready to give Jamie that much trust yet, but she'd already proven she had done homework on me and shown no intentions of using that against me. One week into my new career, I at least felt a sense of job security. Now, I had to prove that her trust wasn't being misplaced… which meant successfully completing my first kidnapping assignment.

Jessica was still after me… which meant she was after Nick and Germaine too. I had to find my friends… but how could I tell Jamie?

Chapter 4: My First Capture

"Well, we have a job," Jamie said two weeks later, "Some guy lost 12 grand in a poker game and didn't pay up, and now we're going to take his wife until he pays his dues."

I didn't do much or even react. My eyes were always looking out one window or another. Front, back, and side alike had my eyes. I knew Sandy and Kelsey were out there looking for me. The duo had always been the most trusted spies in our network, the ones on the lookout. I had cried a few times over Brad, lost without the man I loved. The ring on my hand had a trio of red rubies, small as they were. It was an unusual choice of a ring, but I loved him enough to say "Yes."

"Let's go," I said and adjusted the black, stiff pleated midi skirt that I'd borrowed from Jamie.
"Are you married, per chance?" Jamie asked me with the first hesitation she'd made in my sight.
"I'm… no," I screwed up my face and started crying again, "I'm a widow. Let's do this job."
"What?!" that naturally shocked her more than anything I said up to this point.
"Where are we going? I'm gonna bag this babe," my tone said more than my words.

And then I said nothing more about that during the trip from Des Moines to Minneapolis. Jamie had to accept that I needed to talk about things in my own time. In that warehouse that night, I'd lost so much more than a friend and a teammate. Words cannot describe that kind of pain. With the loss of Brad, I'd lost part of myself. I had to avenge his death… and I knew how.

Sandy and Kelsey were only the first part. Those two were dangerous. Neither would think for a second before killing Jamie to get to me. They might even go out of their way to make her suffer before she died if they got the chance. Jessica Derita never murdered a soul; she ordered dozens of murders from the comfort of her office. When you're a crime boss, you don't pull triggers, but you order those under you to pull lots of triggers. Kelsey was a twisted freak who made murder into a sport and always hoped the order was only "by any means necessary."

"Jamie, I need your help," I said while watching the mark walk to her own car at a distance.
"Tell me something new," she gave me a slight, curly smile that said she cared in her own way.
"Nick and Germaine Pagano… I need to find them by all means possible."
"We'll talk. She's going inside. All right, let's ice this girl!"

Jamie and I pulled ski masks over our heads because it was go time. This brown-haired woman didn't know what was about to happen to her. Tying up a beauty and turning her into a damsel in distress? Sounded good to a person with experience in kidnapping among other crimes. We had an easy time charging up behind the mark, and I wrapped one arm around her chest and squeezed her mouth with my dominant left hand with a whisper. And I did it in a skirt and heels. Go me!

"Before you complain, your worthless husband did this to you," Jamie said in a cynical tone.
"Huhhhh?" the brunette whimpered into my hand, genuine terror filling her eyes.
"Well, move it!" I crossly snapped at Jamie, but quickly added, "Sorry, you didn't deserve that."
"It's fine. I'm not used to having help, let alone such capable help," my colleague brushed it off.

I blushed momentarily. Those words reminded me of Germaine. Brad and Germaine were calm, and Nick and I were emotional. We balanced and worked out our different opinions until we had agreement. Likewise, I was the charmer who knew how to catch the enemy off guard, but Jamie had an uncanny ability to do the same. We naturally defused one another, which helped when we were engaged in a dangerous business.

Electrical tape—the classic shiny black kind—wrapped the woman's arms on the bare skin. Such happens when you're married to an inveterate gambler who won't pay his debts. I hoped that she divorced her husband after this because he probably was screwing with women if he was ruining their finances like this. "Yes, your honor, I would like to serve as an expert witness. You see, the husband was cheating on her, so I helped kidnap her to encourage him to pay off his debt. I'll see myself out of the room now, thank you." More tape; more trouble; more bondage!

"Why are you doing this?" the brunette asked in a despairing voice, "Take him, not me!"
"Look, toots," Jamie pointed to my legs, "I think this conversation has gone on long enough."
"Honey," I stepped out of my heels and took off my pantyhose, "You need to stop talking now."
"Open your mouth, Miss Ames, and you won't get hurt." My accomplice menaced the captive.
"Fine," she looked at us with disgust in her face, "Useless good for nothing David."
"Your cooperation is appreciated." I wiggled my eyebrow and filled her mouth with my hosiery.

The captive's brown eyes wrestled among hatred, terror, and sorrow. Yell, scream, or cry? With her short stature, resistance really was futile, to borrow a famous line. The black jeans protected her legs from the tape that wrapped her so effectively, but the red tank top gave her arms nothing against the wrapping. Good thing Jamie wrapped the woman's trunk; no exposing her bust.

The same tape wrapped the woman's face—Oh, I'll tell you her name was Tammy. Tammy didn't seem to appreciate her sock gag too much, but surely it was delicious! Come on! I drove here in those; she seemed to be an ingrate in that regard. She'd be grateful for us being her captors if the husband didn't pay in time because Jamie didn't seem the type to eliminate anyone. I took a firm grip of the wavy brown hair that was already in a nice ponytail to hold Tammy in place, and Jamie covered her body using a trio of those same black, jumbo tubes. Lastly, I pulled a black balaclava over her head and slung her over my shoulder.

"Mmmmmmm," she whimpered a little while I carried her back to the truck. Jamie and I said as little as possible cause we didn't want to stress her or cause her to give us more trouble. Instead, I quietly put her on the back bench and buckled her in. She was cute as a button. Actually, there was a sexy thrill to this. Climbing into the driver's seat again gave me a real rush.

"Think she likes it? Anyway, back to Iowa, or do you have a safehouse here?" I asked Jamie.
"Mmmm," Tammy resumed her quiet, fearful tone of whimper.
Jamie elbowed Tammy's rib, "Quiet! Yeah, there's a pad around here. I'll give you the address."
"Gmmm mm mmmmm!" the captive looked deep into Jamie's eyes, begging for mercy.
"Gosh, this girl's trying to make me feel bad," my colleague rolled her eyes, "She's a clever one."
"I dunno," I said with a shrug, "I think she just wishes you'd be nicer to her. It's not her fault."

That moment changed Jamie's approach to this business. It wasn't Tammy's fault, right? But, it wasn't Brad's fault either, and look what happened…

Well, it's one thing to make a living i guess. Great story and well told.