Tinder Date Gone Wrong (MF/FFM)
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2019 12:57 pm
23 year old Kirstie Brooks had that nervous excitement that comes before any blind date. On the one hand this could finally be the person she'd wanted to meet for years but more than likely it would just be another disappointment.
Kirstie was attractive and slim with smooth long red hair, hazel eyes and full lips and often, as she did right now, had her fingernails varnished a light green. She had been on too many Tinder dates to mention in the last two years but this guy could be different. They'd only began talking on the App a few days ago but although he didn't physically seem her usual type he appealed to her emotional intellect. Like her, he was an avid reader, or a 'book nerd' as his profile had put it. She was a teacher of English in a high school and he was a copyrighter. They both liked tapas and red wine as well as many of the same TV shows. Mostly, she liked the fact that he wasn't a gym obsessed macho superman that a lot of these dates seemed to proclaim.
She had just finished getting her make up ready in the bedroom mirror of her 2 bedroom apartment when her flatmate Becky emerged at her doorway. She wolf whistled at the sight of her red haired friend in her sexy black dress.
"You look smoking!" Becky said.
"Thanks, you look cosy!"
Becky was having a night in with Netflix and a bottle of Gin - she was a year younger than Kirstie - the two had met at University, before Becky had decided on Law school. She was a pretty, small but slim woman with dark hair and dark eyes and was dressed in her pink pyjamas, barefoot.
"I hope this is Prince Charming at last tonight." Said Becky.
"Me too." Kirstie said but her voice betrayed doubt, "At very least we can analyse some literature together. Oh"
Kirstie looked down at her phone which had received a notification that her taxi had arrived.
"My taxi's here." She took one last gulp of her pre-date wine to settle the nerves, hugged her flatmate goodbye and was in a taxi to the bar in the centre of town.
Around 20 minutes later she was waiting nervously in the cold winter night, just outside 'Bar Red', a location chosen by Stuart, her Tinder match, because of its choice of cocktails.
Just when she thought she might be stood up she saw him walking briskly down the road. He was just an inch or two taller than her, a little stockier than his photos had suggested but with a handsome face, although he was wearing glasses again not shown in his photos. His brown hair was slightly long and in need of a cut and there was the hint of a beard starting to form on his face. He wore a white shirt, Jeans and plain grey shoes.
Kirstie smiled and he returned the smile, embracing her as she smelled his musky aftershave.
"Lovely to meet you!" Stuart beamed, and before too long they were sat in a booth in a dimly lit corner of the bar, each sipping a cocktail they had deliberated over for a good ten minutes.
They talked for a long time, going over the clichéd topics by the book; television interests, family, hobbies, work. Kirstie sipped her cocktails quickly and Stuart liked how her lipstick was turning her black straw red. One turned into two and before too long Kirstie had drunk 5 cocktails and was feeling more than tipsy.
She was having a good time but there was something inside of her telling her that this wouldn't materialise into a second date - like many before him, there was just a lack of chemistry. Stuart seemed sweet and was certainly well educated but he was a little strange; he had a nervous habit of blinking too many times and there was something else - she couldn't put her finger on it but something, under the surface, was unsettling her.
It was around half 11 PM when Kirstie glanced at her phone and saw the time. She looked at Stuart.
"Oh it's late! I need to be up earlyish tomorrow to start these lesson plans for next week."
She thought she detected a hint of something, annoyance? In Stuart's face but it was fleeting and he was now smiling at her.
"Of course yeah, do you not want to come for one drink at mine though? It's only a five minute walk from here, and I'll call you a taxi from mine, they take ages when they know it's this place, they don't want to pick up the Friday night drunkards! But from my flat they wont take long at all."
Kirstie knew that this was a bad idea and bit her lip.
"Erm.."
"Look, I know what you're probably thinking. 'Come back to mine' But I promise this isn't some kind of Romcom! I just had a great time and I have this really amazing gin I want you to try back at mine."
Because she was a little drunk, and hated the thought of standing outside in the cold waiting for a taxi, and because Stuart didn't seem all that bad, Kirstie agreed and the two walked back to his small first floor apartment.
They sat in the modest living room, a black leather sofa and televison set with a small oak dining table while Stuart poured the gins and put on some music.
They toasted, and Kirstie did indeed think the gin was superb but she was starting to feel nauseous as well. Perhaps she really had drank too much.
"I think I really need to-"
But she didn't finish what she was going to say and instead slumped backwards, eyes closed, in a deep sleep.
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The first thing she felt was an intense headache. The kind you get when you've woken from a major night of drinking and forgot to balance it out with hydrating water.
She opened her eyes slowly and felt incredibly disorientated and confused. She looked around her and knew instantly she was not in her own bedroom. She didn't recognise this place at all. And then, with horror, she looked into the mirror hung on the white plastered wall at herself and her eyes were wide. She thought she might be dreaming and tried to move her wrists but they were locked, or tied together behind her. She was on a brown chair. She was dressed in her black dress but coils of white rope were wrapped above and below her breasts and tied off to the chair back. Her knees and feet had been tied up with rope too and her feet were connected to the back of the chair so that her soles were propelled upwards. She had wondered why she was struggling to breathe and saw that she had been gagged. She felt something soft in her mouth but she couldn't push it out as a thick and sticky layer of white duct tape had been wrapped around her lips and head several times.
That's when she screamed. Or rather, tried to. All that came out her mouth was a muffled garble. She twisted and squirmed with all her might but she was completely stuck and helpless.
She sat still and tried to breathe through her nose calmly.
Think. What the hell has happened? Where am I?
And then she saw the photograph on the bedside cabinet. Stuart. He was dressed in his graduation cap and gown and beaming proudly at the camera.
She remembered going out with him to the bar. She remembered fragments of conversation. She sort of remembered leaving and walking up a road with him but nothing after that.
"mphhhhhhhelpmhhhh!!!" She shouted but the apartment seemed deathly quiet.
Ok just calm down. There has to be an explanation for this. Maybe this is a prank played on her by one of her friends. Maybe even Becky. She could have set this up somehow - they had talked about Fifty Shades of Grey the other week and Kirstie had indicated she wouldn't mind being tied up some time.
But the idea seemed ridiculous.
Maybe I told Stuart this is what I wanted last night? But again, this seemed implausible. And if she had mentioned she liked the idea of a little bondage she certainly didn't say she wanted to be tightly tied to a chair and gagged!
She looked at her reflection again. Her red hair was slightly matted with sweat and her eyeliner had ran a little. She looked hungover and scared. Her eye wide above her gag.
What had she drank?...And then it hit her.
The gin.
Stuart had made a gin for her in the living room. It had tasted funny and then...fuck! She'd been drugged.
"Helmphhhmee!!!" She screamed. Maybe a neighbour would hear.
And then she heard keys rattling and a door closing.
The bedroom door opened and Stuart stood there smiling. He was dressed in a white t shirt, jogging pants and a pair of Nike sneakers.
"Well good morning lovely."
"mphhh!!"
"shhhh. simmer down now. As you can tell, you're not going anywhere, and that gag can't be too comfy so you'll need to save energy to breathe through your nose." He came over to her and kissed the tip of her nose and Kirstie smelt toothpaste.
"Sorry you haven't had a chance to wash. But if you're a good girl, later I'll let you take a shower."
Kirstie had tears brimming now and one rolled down her cheek.
Stuart sat on the bed facing her.
"I suppose you're wondering why I've tied you up?"
Kirstie nodded angrily.
"Well you see - I'm quite tired of this Tinder game now. I'm sure free drinks and free meals are a real treat for someone like yourself. But having to fork out on date after date and get...nothing in return is really not fair. And don't pretend you were going to see me again. I could see the look in your face when I asked you back to mine - you came to get a quick taxi and out of the cold. Well it looks like you got far more than that princess."
"mphhh!"
Stuart came towards her and cupped her chin in his hand.
"I haven't quite decided what I'm going to do with you yet but trust me, I will have some fun with you. But before that I'm going to go for a run to clear my head. You sit tight and don't even bother trying to yell for help. The gag is going to cut off any noise anyway but these are quiet apartments and my neighbours are on vacation. There's no one here but me and you."
Kirstie whimpered into her gag as Stuart locked the door and she was left alone.
The next few minutes Kirstie knew were vital. If she was going to escape it had to be before he returned. She knew that she couldn't get the knots loose - this guy had obviously tied others up before. She also knew that her gag wasn't coming loose - she had tried to work the fabric out her mouth with her tongue but the tape kept it wedged in. And even if she could, shouting would probably be pointless.
And then she saw something that gave her a glimmer of hope.
Her leather jacket was on a chair on the other side of the bedroom. Inside her jacket would usually be her mobile. But surely a creep like this would have made sure to take that away?
She began to struggle with all her strength and managed to inch her chair forward slowly. She was sweating and smelt her own perfume mingled with her sweat ad she edged her chair towards the jacket. Once she got there she manoeuvred her chair so that her back was facing it and with her wrists bound she struggled to get the zip open but did eventually. For one heart stopping moment she thought it wasn't there and then she felt the cold metal back of the phone and managed to pry it out but all she could do was hold it in her hand which was bound behind her.
She sighed into her gag and thought through her next idea. She would have to edge the chair back towards the bed and throw the phone onto it carefully enough so it would be level height to her bound wrists.
It took her another 5 minutes to do just this and her heart was racing. She had chucked the phone gently and it lay face up on the bed.
She thought she heard the door rattling but it was a false alarm.
She thought about calling the police but she had the problem of the gag - she definitely wouldn't be able to make any sense through it.
And then a better idea hit her.
She wriggled the chair close to the phone and wriggled her body as much as she could so her finger could tap the Facetime app and she dialled Becky.
She had seen on her phone it was 9 a.m and hoped Becky would be up - sometimes she could sleep in late on a weekend.
The dial tone rung for an agonising 5 times before to her immense relief, Kirstie saw her friend sat up in her bed, coffee mug in her hand.
"Hello?" Came the soothing, familiar voice.
"mphhhhh!!"
"Hello? Kirstie? Where are you? I can't see you?"
"mphhhh!" And Kirstie edged her seat as close as she could and leant her head over so Becky could see that she was gagged.
"What the hell?! Kirstie? What's that over your mouth? Are you playing kinky games?"
"nophh!"
There was something about Kirstie's expression that obviously made her friend realise this was something more sinister.
"Oh my god. Are you ok?! Are you tied up?"
"Yemohh" and a tear trickled down her cheek.
"Ok, don't worry lovely, I'm gonna get you help. Don't susppose you know where you are?"
"Nophh" Kirstie was fighting back more tears.
"Ok, I saw this in a film once. Look for anything in the room that might give you a clue as to the address. A Letter or postcard or something."
Kirstie looked around her but could see nothing that would help her. She felt incredibly helpless.
"Wait I've got it! Hang up on me and use the location tag on whatsapp. Thatll tell me!"
"Yougtmphnnr" Is what Kirstie said, but it was meant to come out 'you genius'.
She managed to hang up and after a few minutes had clicked the location button.
She saw a message back saying to stay put (like she had a choice) and help was on its way.
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Stuart returned to the apartment roughly 25 minutes after this phonecall and when he got there he saw a young woman, alarmingly stood by the front entrance. She had dark hair, tied back in a pony tail and was wearing a red nurses union hoody and grey sweatpants.
He tried to keep calm and make it seem as if he didn't have a girl tied up and gagged in his apartment.
"Can I help you?" He asked cooly.
"Oh Hi, yeah I'm just here to deliver a parcel to a friend, she lives in the second floor apartment."
"Oh right, Jade is it?"
Becky couldn't believe her luck. If that had failed she wasn't sure what she would have done.
"Yeah, I'll only be a second."
"I'll let you in."
Stuart opened the door and Becky saw he had been running - sweat covered his back and his hair was matted.
She smiled at him and walked past him up the stairs but just as he opened his front door he looked behind him at her.
"See you now."
She smiled but the next second she leapt for him and kicked him hard where the sun doesn't shine. He fell to the floor groaning.
"Bitch!" He screamed
But Becky was looking for the bedroom and when she found it she pulled the handle but the door didn't budge. It was locked.
"mphhhhhhh!!" She could hear from inside.
Her eyes widened in horror and she turned around and Stuart walked towards her - She ran at him and they tangled, like something out of a horror movie. But Becky was tough - she trained in Judo and knew how to take someone out - she managed to grapple him in a headlock and after some cursing and gasping Stuart was out cold.
She stammered around looking for the keys and then spotted a set on the kitchen table - she ran to the bedroom and on the third key she tried the door swung open and a tearful Kirstie sat bound to a chair but looking very relieved indeed.
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Epilogue:
"I don't suppose you'll be going on another Tinder date any time soon then?" Becky asked, smiling.
They were sat in their apartment on their soft corner sofa in the living room watching a documentary. Both girls were in their pyjamas.
"Hmm probably not. Or maybe I will and have a better screening process." Said Kirstie.
"Amen to that." And the girls clinked their Rose wine glasses together.
"But I can't say the last one was a total waste." Kirstie grinned and stood up. "In fact I'm still enjoying it now."
She left the room and walked down the hallway to her bedroom. She opened the door and walked into her room.
"mphhhhhhh!"
Stuart sat tightly bound to a chair with lots of rope and a bright red ball gag. He was blindfolded with a white gym sock.
Kirstie walked slowly over to him and whispered into his ear.
"Enjoying yourself Romeo? We can let you go but of course it would be a police officer who comes and releases you and with all the evidence we found on your laptop, I'm pretty sure that's the last thing you want."
"nopph!"
"Yeah didn't think so. So you can stay our little hostage for now - It's only been three days after all and we have plenty in store for you yet. By the time we're through I don't think this pathetic manhood will be able to do any more damage ever again and when we get bored of you we'll dump your ass on the street one night. And I expect we'll never hear from you again."
Kirstie walked towards the door and flicked the light off, leaving Stuart bound and helpless in the pitch black darkness.
"Don't go anywhere." She said teasingly.
The End.
Kirstie was attractive and slim with smooth long red hair, hazel eyes and full lips and often, as she did right now, had her fingernails varnished a light green. She had been on too many Tinder dates to mention in the last two years but this guy could be different. They'd only began talking on the App a few days ago but although he didn't physically seem her usual type he appealed to her emotional intellect. Like her, he was an avid reader, or a 'book nerd' as his profile had put it. She was a teacher of English in a high school and he was a copyrighter. They both liked tapas and red wine as well as many of the same TV shows. Mostly, she liked the fact that he wasn't a gym obsessed macho superman that a lot of these dates seemed to proclaim.
She had just finished getting her make up ready in the bedroom mirror of her 2 bedroom apartment when her flatmate Becky emerged at her doorway. She wolf whistled at the sight of her red haired friend in her sexy black dress.
"You look smoking!" Becky said.
"Thanks, you look cosy!"
Becky was having a night in with Netflix and a bottle of Gin - she was a year younger than Kirstie - the two had met at University, before Becky had decided on Law school. She was a pretty, small but slim woman with dark hair and dark eyes and was dressed in her pink pyjamas, barefoot.
"I hope this is Prince Charming at last tonight." Said Becky.
"Me too." Kirstie said but her voice betrayed doubt, "At very least we can analyse some literature together. Oh"
Kirstie looked down at her phone which had received a notification that her taxi had arrived.
"My taxi's here." She took one last gulp of her pre-date wine to settle the nerves, hugged her flatmate goodbye and was in a taxi to the bar in the centre of town.
Around 20 minutes later she was waiting nervously in the cold winter night, just outside 'Bar Red', a location chosen by Stuart, her Tinder match, because of its choice of cocktails.
Just when she thought she might be stood up she saw him walking briskly down the road. He was just an inch or two taller than her, a little stockier than his photos had suggested but with a handsome face, although he was wearing glasses again not shown in his photos. His brown hair was slightly long and in need of a cut and there was the hint of a beard starting to form on his face. He wore a white shirt, Jeans and plain grey shoes.
Kirstie smiled and he returned the smile, embracing her as she smelled his musky aftershave.
"Lovely to meet you!" Stuart beamed, and before too long they were sat in a booth in a dimly lit corner of the bar, each sipping a cocktail they had deliberated over for a good ten minutes.
They talked for a long time, going over the clichéd topics by the book; television interests, family, hobbies, work. Kirstie sipped her cocktails quickly and Stuart liked how her lipstick was turning her black straw red. One turned into two and before too long Kirstie had drunk 5 cocktails and was feeling more than tipsy.
She was having a good time but there was something inside of her telling her that this wouldn't materialise into a second date - like many before him, there was just a lack of chemistry. Stuart seemed sweet and was certainly well educated but he was a little strange; he had a nervous habit of blinking too many times and there was something else - she couldn't put her finger on it but something, under the surface, was unsettling her.
It was around half 11 PM when Kirstie glanced at her phone and saw the time. She looked at Stuart.
"Oh it's late! I need to be up earlyish tomorrow to start these lesson plans for next week."
She thought she detected a hint of something, annoyance? In Stuart's face but it was fleeting and he was now smiling at her.
"Of course yeah, do you not want to come for one drink at mine though? It's only a five minute walk from here, and I'll call you a taxi from mine, they take ages when they know it's this place, they don't want to pick up the Friday night drunkards! But from my flat they wont take long at all."
Kirstie knew that this was a bad idea and bit her lip.
"Erm.."
"Look, I know what you're probably thinking. 'Come back to mine' But I promise this isn't some kind of Romcom! I just had a great time and I have this really amazing gin I want you to try back at mine."
Because she was a little drunk, and hated the thought of standing outside in the cold waiting for a taxi, and because Stuart didn't seem all that bad, Kirstie agreed and the two walked back to his small first floor apartment.
They sat in the modest living room, a black leather sofa and televison set with a small oak dining table while Stuart poured the gins and put on some music.
They toasted, and Kirstie did indeed think the gin was superb but she was starting to feel nauseous as well. Perhaps she really had drank too much.
"I think I really need to-"
But she didn't finish what she was going to say and instead slumped backwards, eyes closed, in a deep sleep.
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The first thing she felt was an intense headache. The kind you get when you've woken from a major night of drinking and forgot to balance it out with hydrating water.
She opened her eyes slowly and felt incredibly disorientated and confused. She looked around her and knew instantly she was not in her own bedroom. She didn't recognise this place at all. And then, with horror, she looked into the mirror hung on the white plastered wall at herself and her eyes were wide. She thought she might be dreaming and tried to move her wrists but they were locked, or tied together behind her. She was on a brown chair. She was dressed in her black dress but coils of white rope were wrapped above and below her breasts and tied off to the chair back. Her knees and feet had been tied up with rope too and her feet were connected to the back of the chair so that her soles were propelled upwards. She had wondered why she was struggling to breathe and saw that she had been gagged. She felt something soft in her mouth but she couldn't push it out as a thick and sticky layer of white duct tape had been wrapped around her lips and head several times.
That's when she screamed. Or rather, tried to. All that came out her mouth was a muffled garble. She twisted and squirmed with all her might but she was completely stuck and helpless.
She sat still and tried to breathe through her nose calmly.
Think. What the hell has happened? Where am I?
And then she saw the photograph on the bedside cabinet. Stuart. He was dressed in his graduation cap and gown and beaming proudly at the camera.
She remembered going out with him to the bar. She remembered fragments of conversation. She sort of remembered leaving and walking up a road with him but nothing after that.
"mphhhhhhhelpmhhhh!!!" She shouted but the apartment seemed deathly quiet.
Ok just calm down. There has to be an explanation for this. Maybe this is a prank played on her by one of her friends. Maybe even Becky. She could have set this up somehow - they had talked about Fifty Shades of Grey the other week and Kirstie had indicated she wouldn't mind being tied up some time.
But the idea seemed ridiculous.
Maybe I told Stuart this is what I wanted last night? But again, this seemed implausible. And if she had mentioned she liked the idea of a little bondage she certainly didn't say she wanted to be tightly tied to a chair and gagged!
She looked at her reflection again. Her red hair was slightly matted with sweat and her eyeliner had ran a little. She looked hungover and scared. Her eye wide above her gag.
What had she drank?...And then it hit her.
The gin.
Stuart had made a gin for her in the living room. It had tasted funny and then...fuck! She'd been drugged.
"Helmphhhmee!!!" She screamed. Maybe a neighbour would hear.
And then she heard keys rattling and a door closing.
The bedroom door opened and Stuart stood there smiling. He was dressed in a white t shirt, jogging pants and a pair of Nike sneakers.
"Well good morning lovely."
"mphhh!!"
"shhhh. simmer down now. As you can tell, you're not going anywhere, and that gag can't be too comfy so you'll need to save energy to breathe through your nose." He came over to her and kissed the tip of her nose and Kirstie smelt toothpaste.
"Sorry you haven't had a chance to wash. But if you're a good girl, later I'll let you take a shower."
Kirstie had tears brimming now and one rolled down her cheek.
Stuart sat on the bed facing her.
"I suppose you're wondering why I've tied you up?"
Kirstie nodded angrily.
"Well you see - I'm quite tired of this Tinder game now. I'm sure free drinks and free meals are a real treat for someone like yourself. But having to fork out on date after date and get...nothing in return is really not fair. And don't pretend you were going to see me again. I could see the look in your face when I asked you back to mine - you came to get a quick taxi and out of the cold. Well it looks like you got far more than that princess."
"mphhh!"
Stuart came towards her and cupped her chin in his hand.
"I haven't quite decided what I'm going to do with you yet but trust me, I will have some fun with you. But before that I'm going to go for a run to clear my head. You sit tight and don't even bother trying to yell for help. The gag is going to cut off any noise anyway but these are quiet apartments and my neighbours are on vacation. There's no one here but me and you."
Kirstie whimpered into her gag as Stuart locked the door and she was left alone.
The next few minutes Kirstie knew were vital. If she was going to escape it had to be before he returned. She knew that she couldn't get the knots loose - this guy had obviously tied others up before. She also knew that her gag wasn't coming loose - she had tried to work the fabric out her mouth with her tongue but the tape kept it wedged in. And even if she could, shouting would probably be pointless.
And then she saw something that gave her a glimmer of hope.
Her leather jacket was on a chair on the other side of the bedroom. Inside her jacket would usually be her mobile. But surely a creep like this would have made sure to take that away?
She began to struggle with all her strength and managed to inch her chair forward slowly. She was sweating and smelt her own perfume mingled with her sweat ad she edged her chair towards the jacket. Once she got there she manoeuvred her chair so that her back was facing it and with her wrists bound she struggled to get the zip open but did eventually. For one heart stopping moment she thought it wasn't there and then she felt the cold metal back of the phone and managed to pry it out but all she could do was hold it in her hand which was bound behind her.
She sighed into her gag and thought through her next idea. She would have to edge the chair back towards the bed and throw the phone onto it carefully enough so it would be level height to her bound wrists.
It took her another 5 minutes to do just this and her heart was racing. She had chucked the phone gently and it lay face up on the bed.
She thought she heard the door rattling but it was a false alarm.
She thought about calling the police but she had the problem of the gag - she definitely wouldn't be able to make any sense through it.
And then a better idea hit her.
She wriggled the chair close to the phone and wriggled her body as much as she could so her finger could tap the Facetime app and she dialled Becky.
She had seen on her phone it was 9 a.m and hoped Becky would be up - sometimes she could sleep in late on a weekend.
The dial tone rung for an agonising 5 times before to her immense relief, Kirstie saw her friend sat up in her bed, coffee mug in her hand.
"Hello?" Came the soothing, familiar voice.
"mphhhhh!!"
"Hello? Kirstie? Where are you? I can't see you?"
"mphhhh!" And Kirstie edged her seat as close as she could and leant her head over so Becky could see that she was gagged.
"What the hell?! Kirstie? What's that over your mouth? Are you playing kinky games?"
"nophh!"
There was something about Kirstie's expression that obviously made her friend realise this was something more sinister.
"Oh my god. Are you ok?! Are you tied up?"
"Yemohh" and a tear trickled down her cheek.
"Ok, don't worry lovely, I'm gonna get you help. Don't susppose you know where you are?"
"Nophh" Kirstie was fighting back more tears.
"Ok, I saw this in a film once. Look for anything in the room that might give you a clue as to the address. A Letter or postcard or something."
Kirstie looked around her but could see nothing that would help her. She felt incredibly helpless.
"Wait I've got it! Hang up on me and use the location tag on whatsapp. Thatll tell me!"
"Yougtmphnnr" Is what Kirstie said, but it was meant to come out 'you genius'.
She managed to hang up and after a few minutes had clicked the location button.
She saw a message back saying to stay put (like she had a choice) and help was on its way.
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Stuart returned to the apartment roughly 25 minutes after this phonecall and when he got there he saw a young woman, alarmingly stood by the front entrance. She had dark hair, tied back in a pony tail and was wearing a red nurses union hoody and grey sweatpants.
He tried to keep calm and make it seem as if he didn't have a girl tied up and gagged in his apartment.
"Can I help you?" He asked cooly.
"Oh Hi, yeah I'm just here to deliver a parcel to a friend, she lives in the second floor apartment."
"Oh right, Jade is it?"
Becky couldn't believe her luck. If that had failed she wasn't sure what she would have done.
"Yeah, I'll only be a second."
"I'll let you in."
Stuart opened the door and Becky saw he had been running - sweat covered his back and his hair was matted.
She smiled at him and walked past him up the stairs but just as he opened his front door he looked behind him at her.
"See you now."
She smiled but the next second she leapt for him and kicked him hard where the sun doesn't shine. He fell to the floor groaning.
"Bitch!" He screamed
But Becky was looking for the bedroom and when she found it she pulled the handle but the door didn't budge. It was locked.
"mphhhhhhh!!" She could hear from inside.
Her eyes widened in horror and she turned around and Stuart walked towards her - She ran at him and they tangled, like something out of a horror movie. But Becky was tough - she trained in Judo and knew how to take someone out - she managed to grapple him in a headlock and after some cursing and gasping Stuart was out cold.
She stammered around looking for the keys and then spotted a set on the kitchen table - she ran to the bedroom and on the third key she tried the door swung open and a tearful Kirstie sat bound to a chair but looking very relieved indeed.
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Epilogue:
"I don't suppose you'll be going on another Tinder date any time soon then?" Becky asked, smiling.
They were sat in their apartment on their soft corner sofa in the living room watching a documentary. Both girls were in their pyjamas.
"Hmm probably not. Or maybe I will and have a better screening process." Said Kirstie.
"Amen to that." And the girls clinked their Rose wine glasses together.
"But I can't say the last one was a total waste." Kirstie grinned and stood up. "In fact I'm still enjoying it now."
She left the room and walked down the hallway to her bedroom. She opened the door and walked into her room.
"mphhhhhhh!"
Stuart sat tightly bound to a chair with lots of rope and a bright red ball gag. He was blindfolded with a white gym sock.
Kirstie walked slowly over to him and whispered into his ear.
"Enjoying yourself Romeo? We can let you go but of course it would be a police officer who comes and releases you and with all the evidence we found on your laptop, I'm pretty sure that's the last thing you want."
"nopph!"
"Yeah didn't think so. So you can stay our little hostage for now - It's only been three days after all and we have plenty in store for you yet. By the time we're through I don't think this pathetic manhood will be able to do any more damage ever again and when we get bored of you we'll dump your ass on the street one night. And I expect we'll never hear from you again."
Kirstie walked towards the door and flicked the light off, leaving Stuart bound and helpless in the pitch black darkness.
"Don't go anywhere." She said teasingly.
The End.