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An Infamous Night in London
by TLVSBD (tlvsbd@yahoo.com)
***
A seductive young woman makes a bad decision and ends
up enduring a bondage session with almost fatal
consequences. (MF, bd, v)
***
She needed a lesson in appropriate behavior. Especially
after she had been drinking, Annie became way too vocal
for her own good. Petite and sexy, Annie Harrison could
be as sweet as sweet could be. And even when drinking,
she tended to be a happy drunk. But for whatever
reason, at a moment’s notice, she could turn from Dr.
Jekyll to Mr. Hyde.
Such was the case in London one March evening. Annie
and her boyfriend Tim were in the middle of a three
week vacation and had been out on the town checking out
the London hotspots. After a fine dinner at one of the
more upscale restaurants in the Mayfield area of
London, they had headed for The Roadhouse, one of the
few London nightclubs with live music and dancing.
All went fine until Annie, with one too many Vodka
tonics, got into an altercation with a male patron on
the dance floor. The scene grew ugly and Tim, narrowly
avoiding a fight defending her honor, insisted that
they leave the club and head back to the hotel.
Annie was provocatively dressed as usual and had a
tendency to flirt when she had too much to drink. She
was wearing an eye catching outfit consisting of a
tight black silk sleeveless top, coupled with a flippy
brown suede mini-skirt that ended about four inches
above her knees. The ensemble was finished off with a
pair of Via Spiga ankle strap brown suede stiletto
pumps with four inch heels.
Underneath, she had likewise dressed to impress.
Earlier that evening, she had selected the underwear
that Tim preferred. First, a lacy black push up bra
that accentuated her small but perky breasts and showed
just the right amount of cleavage. Next, she decided on
a wispy black garter belt made of satin and see through
nylon. It had a red bow in the center of the waistband
and tiny little red bows just above each of the garter
clips.
She then had carefully pulled on a pair of vintage
nylon stockings with the reinforced heel and toe.
Slowly, she had rolled the first stocking up her left
leg, taking care to smooth out the wrinkles and then
attached the garter clips at the very top of the nylon
in front and then in back. She repeated the process
with the right leg. Stepping back to admire herself in
the mirror, she continued to adjust and smooth out
every last wrinkle from the stockings and admired how
they were tautly attached to the garter belt.
Satisfied with what she saw, she finished off the
effect with a tiny black thong that matched the garter
belt. Walking to the bed, she sat to put on the shoes,
carefully and tightly securing the ankle straps. She
had planned to be doing a lot of dancing and she didn’t
want them coming off accidentally.
Once again admiring herself in the mirror, she smiled
coyly, thinking to herself how she could likely seduce
any man she wanted. She had an almost perfect figure
and at 31, looked easily ten years younger. She knew in
her heart that she could catch and keep the eye of any
man from 21 to 60 and she could have her choice with
the slightest bit of effort. Her outfit tonight would
help that cause if things went south with Tim.
Annie slipped on the black silk top and then quickly
pulled on her suede mini skirt. She was amused at the
fact that the hem ended just below the darker band at
the top of her stockings. A slight gust of wind would
make them visible as would the slightest bending at the
waist. She knew that on the dance floor, the customers
who were watching would be fixated on her, gyrating to
the beat of the music and the flash of nylons and
garter straps that would invariably occur. She loved
the attention.
Returning to the present, Annie was incensed and made
her anger known with one expletive after another during
the cab ride back to the Hotel. The cab driver had
never heard such language from a woman, much less such
a tiny and petite little thing like Annie.
Upon arriving at the hotel, Tim tried to salvage the
evening by suggesting they have a drink at the bar and
talk about it. Annie reluctantly acquiesced but only
because she was looking for another drink anyway. Tim
knew that she would likely go there on her own if he
was not with her so he made the suggestion.
It was nearly 1:30 am and save for three scattered
hotel guests enjoying a nightcap, the bar was empty.
They took their seats roughly ten feet from the nearest
man, a fifty-something distinguished looking British
gentleman who gave Annie the once over as she sat down.
Annie noticed him looking and deliberately let her
skirt ride higher up her leg as she sat giving the man
a full on view of her stockings, the skin above them
and the black garter strap firmly holding the top of
her nylon. The man tried to avert his gaze so as to not
be so obvious but he was not being too discreet.
Tim noticed what was happening and made an issue of it
which only served to make Annie more determined to put
on a show of lingerie as well as put her back into
attack mode. They quickly began to argue and Annie took
over from where she had left off I the cab. Things got
louder and louder and eventually, they were asked to
keep it down by the manager or to leave the lounge
area. Tim had had enough and grabbing Annie by the arm,
half forced and half escorted her to the elevator.
Though cursing and grumbling, Annie managed a wink to
the British man as she left the lounge.
Back in the room, things got worse. Heated words were
exchanged and Annie finally told Tim, "Fuck You",
grabbed her purse and left the room.
For a moment, Tim considered following her but knowing
it was now 2:00 am, he knew the bar would be closing
and she would not be gone long. He decided on bottled
water from the minibar and sat down to await her
return. He thought to himself "fifteen minutes, tops."
He couldn’t have been more wrong!
Back in the bar, the British gentleman was now the only
one left. Annie’s wink had told him it might be
advantageous to wait a few more minutes to see if
anything develops. He heard the elevator open and he
developed a broad grin as the click clack of Annie’s
stilettos told him he was right.
As she approached, he got a much better look at her and
realized just how incredibly sexy this woman was. He
especially loved the way the suede miniskirt swayed
back and forth as she walked. He also knew what she was
wearing underneath that only served to increase his
excitement. His heartbeat increased slightly as she
neared him. "My name is Annie. Mind if I join you?"
Before he could answer, she took a seat in the chair
directly across from him and carelessly (and purposely)
let her legs part just enough for him to see up her
skirt and focus on the black thong.
"The name is Michael" he said as he extended his hand
to hers. "Please do."
Crossing her legs, Annie again made sure there was no
doubt in his mind what she was wearing beneath her
outer garments. She noticed her blouse had shifted
slightly and that her black bra straps were visible as
well but she made no attempt to fix it. Experience had
told her that men like that look and now Michael knew
that everything underneath was black. She wanted to
make sure there were no doubts in this man’s mind.
There weren’t. Michael now knew he had to get this
woman back to his room. His instincts told him it would
not be difficult.
"My boyfriend is an asshole" she commenced. "Sometimes
he just pisses me off by showing up but tonight, he
totally annoyed me from the moment we got to the
nightclub. I’ve just had it with him and I saw you
earlier and figured you looked like a gentleman and so,
here I am."
Just then, the bartender, not noticing that the two of
them had not arrived together, informed them that the
bar was closing and if they wanted a drink to take to
the room. Michael glanced at Annie and she gave him a
knowing smile that spoke volumes.
They ordered drinks and inside three minutes, they were
in Michaels suite, two floors above the room where Tim
was waiting, still drinking his water.
The room was lavish, much nicer than the room Tim had
received. Lots of leather chairs, sofas, a desk, full
bar and a separate bedroom suite.
"Make yourself at home my dear. I have a few things to
do but I won’t be long. It is nearly 6:00 pm in Los
Angeles and I must discuss some business with my
partners."
Annie spread herself on the leather couch and laid
back, her head sinking deeply into the soft plush
calfskin, her skirt riding high up on her legs showing
a generous amount of skin above the stockings. Sipping
her drink, she waited patiently.
She could hear Michael’s voice talking on the phone in
the other room and she wondered to herself how much
longer she would have to wait to get satisfied. Her
loins were burning now. Drinking always seemed to make
her horny and tonight was no exception. She reached
under her skirt and gently stroked herself for a few
seconds but then quickly withdrew her hand as she heard
Michael approaching.
Michael walked towards her, leaned over and kissed her
on the mouth. Annie reacted immediately by sticking her
tongue in his mouth and he responded in kind. The two
locked in this embrace for twenty seconds or so while
Michael placed his hand inside her blouse and fondled
her breasts over her black bra. His touch titillated
Annie and she could feel herself starting to get moist
in her crotch.
Straightening up, Michael said "why don’t you get a
little more comfortable" and with that, gently removed
her blouse by pulling it up and over her head. He was
please to note that she offered no resistance
whatsoever.
He stared at her firm breasts framed by the lacy push
up bra and admired what he saw. Annie took this as her
cue and abruptly sat up, unzipped her skirt and let it
fall in a heap at her feet. She raised one foot and
then with the other, kicked the tiny miniskirt across
the floor.
She now stood before him clad only in her black sexy
lingerie. Michael could feel an erection starting to
mount as he gazed at the seductive young woman, clad
only in black bra, thong, garter belt, nylon stockings
and stiletto pumps gyrating before him.
"My dear" he said, "it appears I may be a wee bit
longer than I anticipated and I fear you might get
antsy and want to leave. So I thought maybe I would
take a few precautions to assure myself that you will
still be waiting when I complete my tasks."
Annie looked at him quizzically, wondering exactly what
he meant.
Michael was pulling something from the desk drawer and
Annie felt a twinge of excitement as well as
apprehension when she recognized the object as a piece
of cotton rope about four feet long. "Adult games
between two consenting adults can be fun, don’t you
think?" he said as he walked toward her. "I thought I
would just lightly tie your hands so that you wouldn’t
get any ideas about getting dressed and leaving if I
took longer than expected. You don’t mind, do you?"
That last statement had deflected any idea of objecting
that she might have had. A response of "Yes I do mind"
would likely kill the mood and make him think she was a
prude so she responded by saying "No, I don’t mind at
all. My boyfriend likes to tie me up but he’s so
selfish about it. He leaves me like that way too long
before letting me go. Besides, it’ll be fun thinking
about how he’d go crazy if he knew someone else was
tying me up. So okay! But don’t make them too tight.
"Delicious," he said. "Lean back on the arm of the
couch and put your wrists together, palm to palm."
Annie quickly complied as he took the length of rope
and wrapped it around her wrists three times before
cinching it with two more wraps between her wrists. He
tied the knot at the top, well out of the reach of her
fingers.
"There, that’s not too tight is it?" Annie tested her
bonds and was surprised that although they held her
wrists fast, they caused no pain. "No" she said. They
are definitely tight enough to keep me from getting
loose but not so tight to cut off my circulation. You
certainly know what you’re doing. You’ve done this
before, haven’t you? Michael gave her a smirky smile
and said only "Yes, once or twice."
Michael left the room, picking up his cell phone as he
disappeared into the bedroom. Annie once again tested
the ropes holding her wrists but felt no slack. She
trusted him but she was now at his mercy. For a brief
moment, she thought to herself that she could still get
out of there but would have trouble explaining her
predicament. She also would be unable to get dressed
with her hands tied behind her back. She quickly
dismissed the idea and leaned back on the couch
awaiting the return of the handsome stranger.
The minutes seemed like hours and Annie was started to
get perturbed. In reality, it had only been two or
three minutes but she wanted to get things rolling.
Almost as if on cue, Michael reappeared in the room.
Standing over her, he told her "My apologies my sweet
but things are a little more complicated with my
partners than I anticipated. I’ll be just a few minutes
more."
Reaching into his back pocket, he produced another
length of rope. Annie’s eyes widened as she spied it
and asked what he was doing. He responded by saying
that it was obvious she could still leave with only her
hands tied so he wanted a little more insurance that
she would stay. That would come in the form of some
ankle ties. Annie was a little more concerned now but
still in her drunken state and reluctantly agreed. She
lifted her stocking clad legs to assist him as he wound
the cord around her ankles, slightly tighter than the
rope on her wrists and then cinched them in between
with two wraps and a tight knot to finish it.
Michael ran his fingers up and down her legs, stroking
her stockings and garter straps and admiring how
incredibly alluring she looked in this rather mild
state of bondage. Annie tested her wrist and ankle
bonds again but as before, she realized she was for all
intents and purposes, helpless and at the mercy of a
man she had only just met minutes earlier.
Bending at the waist, Michael slipped his arms under
her upper legs and back and lifted her into a sitting
position, her bound ankles dangling off the edge of the
couch. He continued his fondling of her body, rubbing
his hands on her breasts, between her legs and over the
incredibly smooth surface of her stockings. The straps
from the garter belt were doing their job of holding
her nylons tight and wrinkle free.
Now he was unzipping his pants and pulling his erect
penis out and presenting it to her just a scant few
inches from her lips. Annie recognized her cue and
moved her mouth on to his erect member and began to
suck.
Gently at first, then slightly faster as she felt him
harden even further. She knew what she was doing. She’d
done this before. With her hands tied, it required more
skill but she was equal to the task.
His cock was now fully erect and his thrusts were
pushing all the way to the back of her throat. He was
well-endowed and Annie was taking all she could handle.
She wanted his dick inside her pussy. Withdrawing from
her mouth, Michael pulled his pants down, deftly and
quickly untied her ankles and then yanked off her tiny
black thong, leaving it dangling around one of her
ankles. He then spread her legs with his hands and
entered her, almost in one continuous motion. Annie
wrapped her legs around his lower back and the two of
them began a simultaneous pumping motion. Michael could
feel her nylon sheathed legs on his back as she writhed
beneath
him. Oh how she wished her hands were not tied behind
her. She longed to grab hold of his ass and pull him in
even further but she was rebuked by the ropes on her
wrists. She felt some pain from the ropes chafing her
but this was sufficiently offset by the cushiness of
the sofa and her oncoming orgasm. At long last, they
both climaxed. Michael’s body stiffened and finally
fell limp on top of Annie.
After a few seconds, Michael withdrew from her pussy,
his cock still wet and dripping cum as he replaced it
in his trousers. Annie lay on the couch with her legs
spread, her pussy framed by the nylons and garter belt
but still with her hands tied behind her. Her breasts
were heaving and threatened to escape her bra with each
breath she took.
"I’m not through with you yet little lady," he said. "I
still have one last thing to attend to before we are
finished." This was music to Annie’s ears because she
had always been multi-orgasmic. Once was never enough
for her. As she listened, she was somewhat surprised to
see Michael pulling her panties back on her. Carefully,
he positioned the thong in the crack of her ass and
caressed her pussy with his middle finger, knowing she
was still quite sensitive. He felt her wince at his
touch as he did so.
Michael then grabbed the discarded ankle rope and took
hold of both of Annie’s legs. Before she could say a
word, he had once again, tightly tied and cinched them
at the ankles. Annie eyed him quizzically but said
nothing. She was feeling that this was still part of
"his scene" and things had gone well so far. She
grinned at him and seductively licked her lips with her
tongue to convey her quiet approval.
Michael bent down to Annie and said "Open Wide."
Thinking he was about to stick his tongue in her mouth,
she complied. Suddenly, the unexpected happened! "Oh My
God" she thought. "What the hell is this?" Michael had
produced a red ball gag and was forcing it into Annie’s
open mouth. Before she could say a word, the ball had
been positioned behind her teeth and Michael was
tightening the leather strap behind her head. He pulled
the strap excruciatingly tight so that it could go no
further into her mouth and there was no chance for her
to dislodge it.
"MMMMMPPPPHHH!" she screamed but only a muffled sound
was audible. Her eyes now completely widened with the
deer in the headlight look, Annie was now in a state of
panic. "What have I gotten myself into" she thought.
She twisted and bucked in her bonds but it was simple
for Michael to keep her prone on the couch. "MMPPPPH"
once again and her eyes implored him for an
explanation.
Here she was in her sexiest black lingerie, bound and
gagged in the room of a complete stranger with no idea
of his intentions and no one knowing where she is. She
started to squirm even harder now, kicking her stocking
clad legs, enhanced by the ankle strap stilettos.
Michael now held a short length of rope in his hand. A
diabolic grin came over his face as he explained "You
know my sweet, here we have a two foot piece of plain
cotton rope that looks for the entire world as
something very simple, obscure and quite worthless. But
when put to proper use, it can be extremely useful and
incredibly effective as a means of restraint. In this
case, as a hogtie" Annie screamed through the gag but
was once again stifled by the red ball jammed in her
mouth. "HOGTIE" she thought. "MY GOD, he’s going to
hogtie me."
And with that, Michael roughly rolled her over on her
stomach and in the blink of an eye, had tied one end of
the rope around her wrist bonds. Grabbing her ankles,
he forced them up toward her wrists and then just as
roughly, tied the loose end around the cinch knot
between her ankles.
Annie rolled on her side facing him. She was now
hogtied, totally helpless, ball gagged in her most
seductive black lingerie and now, in fear for her life.
What were his intentions? With her body in the hogtie,
the black straps of her garter belt were now stretched
to their limit. The nylons were tight and without a
hint of a wrinkle, all courtesy of the restrictive
hogtie she was forced to endure. "Now what do I do?"
she thought.
Back in the room, Tim was beginning to worry. It has
been almost an hour and no sign of Annie. His mind
wandered and he considered for a moment that she might
be carrying on with one of the men they’d seen in the
bar.
Perhaps she had even left with one of them. He had no
idea how right he was.He picked up the phone and called
the lounge. Ten Rings. No answer. He decided to give
her another 15 minutes before going down to fetch her.
"Crazy Bitch" he thought as he turned on CNN Europe.
Meanwhile in Michael’s suite, Annie was becoming more
and more distressed. The bonds that once felt so loose
and almost comfortable were now biting into the flesh
of her wrists and ankles as a result of the rope used
to hogtie them together. Beads of sweat started to form
on her brow and inner thighs as she struggled to find
some relief.
She strained to reach the knot binding her ankles but
Michael had tied it in front and she had no chance of
reaching it. Drool was dripping from the sides of her
mouth thanks to the ball gag lodged firmly in her
mouth. As she struggled, her legs moved in scissor-like
motion as she tried to find relief from the ankle ropes
but only succeeded in generating that familiar swishing
motion that women make when they rub their legs
together while wearing stockings. She noted that the
sound was catching Michael’s attention.
Now Michael was back on the phone. This time however,
he was standing next to Annie as he spoke. Annie hoped
that the conversation might lend some clue as to what
he had in mind for her.
"Yeah, I got us a good one this time" he said. "No, no
problems. In fact it was easier than I could have
imagined. A real hellcat this one. No. No, that won’t
be necessary. You just make sure you and Ralphie are
here by 5:30, got it? Yeah, through the service
entrance, just like before. No, the maids don’t get
here until about 6:30. We’ll be long gone by then. I’ll
finish tying her up and maybe have a little more fun
with her to pass the time until then. Okay then,
Cheerio"
"Finish tying her up???" Annie couldn’t believe her
ears. How much more did he need to tie her? She was
already helpless.
It became clear soon enough for already, Michael had
returned to the desk, grabbed several more lengths of
cord and was rapidly approaching her with that same
sardonic look on his face. "Need to finish the job
sweetheart. We can’t be half assed here can we?’
Taking an eight foot length of cord, he pushed Annie
onto her side and proceeded to wrap the rope around her
legs at the point where the darker band of her nylons
started. He was much rougher now than before and he
pulled the ends tight as she screamed into the gag. The
walls were so thick in the hotel and the gag so
effective that there was no chance for someone to hear
her muffled pleas.
Now Michael finished her leg bondage by looping the
ends between her legs to cinch them and forcefully
tying the knot off on top, again out of the reach of
her fingers. The ropes made an appealing contrast to
her dark nylons and Michael admired his work as he
realized how lucky he was to have found someone who
dressed so seductively voluntarily.
Continuing his task, he wound several loops of cord
around her arms, three loops above her breasts and
three below. Pulling them tight, he looped the ends
over her shoulders and under her arms, taking them in
opposite directions behind her back. Then, He looped
the loose ends around each arm above the elbow and
pulled her elbows together till they almost touched. He
then knotted the ends together. Annie’s breasts,
covered only by the lacy black bra, were forced out and
up and she knew he loved this as much as she hated it.
The pain was almost unbearable. How could she ever stay
like this for three more hours?
She was now captive in her sexiest black underwear,
bound hand and foot, knees and arms, hogtied and ball-
gagged in the room of a man she knew nothing about. And
she had come there of her own free will. There couldn’t
possibly be a worse situation for a girl to find
herself in.
Wrong again! Michael had one last length of rope in his
hands. "What’s possibly left to tie" she thought. Just
as she contemplated this thought, Michael surprised her
by reaching behind her and untying the hogtie. Annie
was so grateful for the slight bit of relief and had
hoped that this was a portent of things to come. It was
to be a portent but not in the way she had hoped.
Michael had removed the hogtie because he had a better
idea for Annie’s restraint.
This final piece of rope looked to be about twenty feet
in length. Annie watched as he folded it in half and
wondered to herself what he could have in mind. Her
curiosity was quickly clarified as Michael took the
looped end and wrapped it around her waist. Annie was
whimpering and begging through the gag while watching
him work. Michael then took the loose ends of the rope
and threaded them through the looped end and cruelly
yanked them tight. The rope dug into her tiny waist as
he cruelly pulled.
Then, with incredible speed, he pulled the two loose
ends down between her legs, between the lips of her
pussy and rolling her over, tied one of the loose ends
to her wrist bonds. The other, he looped over the cinch
knot on her wrists and, pulling her ankles once again
back toward her rear end, he tied it off to the cinch
knot on her ankles. She was now once again effectively
hogtied with a crotch rope.
Any attempt by Annie to gain relief only resulted in
the crotch rope being pulled even tighter into her
crack and taking her tiny little thong along with it.
Resigning herself to her predicament and in spite of
the constant ache of the stringently tied ropes, Annie
lay almost motionless on the couch trying to make sense
of all this and waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Trying to lose his thoughts on the TV program, Tim was
now starting to get a bad feeling about the current
state of affairs. Annie had done some strange and
devious things in the past but this one seemed over the
top. She had been gone for over an hour and a half and
something was not right. He decided to do some
investigating. He hurriedly dressed and headed down to
the bar to see if she was still there.
Upon arriving at the bar, Tim was perplexed to find the
lights out, table wiped down, chairs turned upside down
on the tables and all the other typical signs that said
the place was closed for the balance of the night.
Butterflies formed in his stomach as he was now beyond
the concerned state. He was now worried that she had
taken this too far and perhaps had gotten herself into
a serious situation. His mind raced through all the
possibilities. Perhaps she had decided to return to the
Roadhouse. He wouldn’t put it past her. He remembered
that dressed as she was, she had attracted quite a bit
of attention from the locals and her sudden
reappearance at the lounge would likely result in at
least one if not several men moving in on her. Anything
was possible with this crazy bitch when she was drunk.
Tim exited the bar and passed through the revolving
door to the street. Not even the doorman was to be
found at this ungodly hour. Waiting several minutes, he
was finally able to flag down a passing cab and set out
for
the Roadhouse to test his theory. It was now nearly
4:00 am and he couldn’t help wonder if the place was
even still open. European night spots he knew were
notorious for late hours and most stayed open until
dawn. Part of him hoped the Roadhouse was of this ilk
but another part of him had hoped to find it closed. At
least that way, he would know that she was likely still
at the hotel….somewhere.
Twenty minutes later, the cab arrived at its
destination. The place was still teeming with activity.
The bouncer at the door remembered him from the ruckus
earlier in the evening but stated quite frankly that
Annie had not returned. He had been vigilant at his
station he stated and he would have definitely
remembered the provocatively dressed little minx.
Still, Tim wanted more proof and proceeded to question
the bartenders and cocktail waitresses one by one. His
inquiries produced the same result – no sign of Annie.
Returning to the waiting taxi, Tim instructed the
cabbie to return to the hotel as quick as possible. The
trip to the Roadhouse, the brief investigation and now
the return back had taken more than an hour and he
realized that the sun would soon be rising. Entering
back into the hotel lobby, Tim proceeded to the nearest
house phone and called the room. He let it ring over a
dozen times but there was no answer. Thinking possibly
she had returned but was simply not answering, he took
the elevator to his floor to see first hand if that was
indeed the case.
Tim was disheartened to discover there was no sign of
Annie in the room, nor was there any evidence that she
had returned. His thoughts spun out of control. Has
something sinister befallen her? Has she ventured out
to a more local bar or lounge? Or has she simply taken
up with some stranger who happened to be convenient?
"What do I do now?" he wondered out loud.
He decided to head back down to the hotel bar to see if
he could possibly find some evidence of her
whereabouts. He felt there must be some clue as to
where she went. Back in the bar area, nothing had
changed. No activity, no lights, nothing. Suddenly he
heard a noise from the back room. Hurriedly, Tim ran
towards the noise which appeared to be coming from the
storeroom. Once inside, he noticed another door at the
back of the room that was slightly ajar and could hear
voices coming from it. Barging through the door, Tim
encountered three men drinking and having a cigarette.
He recognized one of them as the bartender from earlier
in the night.
The others were hotel workers and the three of them had
been clandestinely sampling some of the hotels better
bottles of Scotch. He asked the bartender if he had
seen Annie return to the bar and was relieved to find
that she had indeed made an appearance right before
closing time.
He was not so pleased to find that she had departed
with another patron shortly thereafter. Tim pressed on
for more information. The bartender did not know the
identity of this "mystery man" but did provide a fairly
good description of the gent. He couldn’t say for sure
if they had gone somewhere else but he was fairly
certain that they had stayed in the hotel because
they had taken their drinks with them when the left the
lounge.
While this was all happening, two rather questionable
looking characters were making their way through an
exterior door at the rear of the hotel. One of them,
Ian, was a hotel employee who had left the door
unlocked at the finish of his shift as a maintenance
man and the other was the aforementioned Ralphie. They
were Michael’s accomplices whose task it was to handle
the dirty work of their ongoing abduction schemes. To
date, the three of them had managed to secure over a
dozen women for their clients, all very wealthy French
and British businessmen or politicians who were willing
to pay top dollar for their own personal sex slaves.
These women were to be used as the individuals saw fit
and then discarded when their owners tired of them.
Typically, they were to be re-sold into white slavery
in some Middle Eastern country and made part of the
erstwhile harem of a
wealthy Arab.
The lower levels of the hotel were mostly empty at this
time of the morning. The two moved stealthily through
the halls to Housekeeping. Once there, they secured a
large laundry cart and half filled it with dirty towels
and sheets. Thus prepared, they set out for the
elevator, making their way towards Suite 500.
Tim was now completely pissed. "That little whore has
gone off to screw a complete stranger" he thought. Just
then, the bartender remembered that the man had signed
for his bar tab and charged it to his room. This was
great information for Tim for now he had a lead on
where she might be. Looking through the nights
receipts, the bartender ascertained that the man in
question was one Michael Robertson who was occupying
Suite 500 – coincidentally the Presidential Suite which
was usually reserved for visiting VIP’s. Tim thanked
the bartender, slipped him a twenty pound note for his
trouble and set out for the fifth floor.
In his mind, Tim debated on what his next move should
be. He pondered whether to pound on the door and demand
it be opened or possibly, a soft knock, pretending to
be room service or some other hotel employee. He was
still considering his options when he approached the
door to Suite 500.
Putting his ear to the door, he listened intently for
any possible clue to what was transpiring inside. He
could hear only muffled, unintelligible sounds that
could possibly be moaning of the orgasmic variety. He
couldn’t be sure but he could briefly make out the
sound of a man’s voice. What he could not possibly know
was that the sounds he was hearing were
those of Michael letting Annie know the fate that
awaited her and Annie’s corresponding muffled protests
through the ball gag that merrily occupied her mouth.
To someone listening outside, it could just as easily
have been pillow talk and the animal like moaning of a
woman in the throes of ecstasy.
Just then, Tim heard the "Ping" of the elevator
indicating it was stopping at the fifth floor. Not
wanting to be seen or mistaken for a thief, Tim headed
for the elevator doors, looking for all the world like
just another guest
leaving his room. As he approached, two men emerged
from the elevator pushing a large laundry cart normally
used by hotel maids. They were somewhat sinister
looking men and looked out of place handling a laundry
cart but they seemed totally detached from his current
concerns and they passed each other in opposite
directions as Tim headed for the elevator. Tim took the
elevator down one floor and then quickly took the
stairs back up to the fifth floor. Peering through the
small window in the stairwell door, Tim arrived just in
time to see the door closing to Suite 500.
This was a curious development he thought for now;
these two lowlifes appeared to be part of a bigger
picture. His mind raced along trying to analyze the
situation. He was now certain there was a connection
between the man in Suite 500, the two idiots with the
laundry cart and Annie’s disappearance. Tim exited the
stairwell and made his way to a door marked Hotel
Personnel Only. The door was unlocked and he found
himself in a janitor’s closet. He left the door
slightly ajar so as to provide himself with a clear but
clandestined view of Suite 500. Surveying the room, Tim
found a large pipe wrench that he thought might come in
handy. He put it in his back pocket and pondered his
next move, all the while keeping an eye on the door to
the suite.
Inside, Michael and his two accomplices exchanged
pleasantries. One of the men asked to see the current
"prize" and Michael complied by escorting them to the
couch where Annie lay bound and gagged. She of course
was powerless to resist whatever they might have in
mind but she was repulsed by the site of them. Twisting
and turning, contorting her limbs in an involuntarily
seductive manner, Annie continued to try and find some
relief from the tight ropes. Her most private parts
were now rubbed raw by the tight crotch rope. Her arms
and legs were numb and every muscle in her body
strained to seek some advantage over her bondage. She
would find no such relief any time soon.
Ian and Ralphie ran their hands over Annie’s bound
form, first feeling her stockinged legs, then her
breasts straining to escape the tiny bra and finally,
poking and prodding her pussy dissected by the crotch
rope. Annie was repulsed and terrified but could offer
no resistance. In a final indignity, Ralphie stuck his
finger between the two crotch ropes and flicked her
clitoris several times to see her reaction. Annie
bucked her pelvis as she felt his touch and tried to
move away but was stifled by the hogtie.
"Let’s get going" Ian said as he pulled on one of her
garter straps and smiled as it painfully snapped on
Annie’s leg.
Ralphie had already started emptying the laundry cart,
dumping the towels and sheets on the floor. As he
finished, Michael moved toward Annie as she
instinctively tried to retreat. Quickly and easily
Michael lifted her from
the couch. As he did, every rope on Annie’s body
tightened even more. In particular, the crotch rope,
attached to her ankles dug even deeper into her pussy
from the weight of her feet pulling on it. The tiny
thong provided no measure of protection for her and
Annie screamed as loud as she could. The result was
once again, a predictable but greatly muffled
MMMPPPPHHHHH!
Her movements were completely restricted by the tight
and complete bondage Michael had put her in and she
could not put up any kind of fight as he lifted her
into the laundry cart and laid her on her side at the
bottom.
Annie was now feeling that this was her past chance for
freedom. She was not going to go quietly. Despite the
tightness of the ropes, she began to thrash her body
violently back and forth. With the ball gag stifling
her
protests, she was making as much noise as humanly
possible and Michael was understandably concerned. With
Annie kicking and bucking so wildly, it would be
difficult to get her down to the waiting van without
attracting the attention of any one who might pass
them.
But Michael was prepared for this. Experience was with
him for this type of thing had happened in his prior
abductions. He quickly retrieved a stun gun from his
briefcase and in a millisecond, zapped Annie at the
base of her spine with it, sending 80,000 volts of
electricity into her body. Annie stiffened briefly,
spasmed for a second or two and then fell silent.
Michael gazed upon the helpless female, checked her
pulse to assure she was otherwise okay and then
realizing they had only a few minutes before Annie
would regain mobility, quickly piled the sheets and
towels on top of her in final preparation for her
transport.
Tim had grown anxious waiting in the utility room and
decided it was time to make a move. Almost simultaneous
to him starting down the hall towards the suite, the
door opened and out came Ralphie and Ian with the cart.
Tim decided to play the part of the early rising guest
coming back from morning coffee. Ian and Ralphie
appeared to be laboring in their attempt to push the
cart. Something was not right here Tim thought and why
are they coming out of a private suite.
As they came side by side, the two men were obviously
keeping a close eye on Tim. Tim broke the ice by saying
a cheerful "Good Morning" in an attempt to put them at
ease. Annie was barely conscious but heard the voice
that sounded vaguely likes Tim’s. She mustered up every
last ounce of effort and at that very moment,
underneath the sheets and towels, Annie let out an
almost inaudible moan. Ian and Ralphie both heard the
noise and were certain Tim had as well. They were
right.
Tim had heard it but was uncertain of where it had come
from and what it was. At the same time, Tim had glanced
down at the cart as it passed and something caught his
eye. It was a portion of a foot and the heel of a
stiletto sticking out from under a towel. He felt a
rush of adrenalin as he noticed the reinforced heel of
a nylon stocking in the shoe. "It’s Annie" he surmised.
He knew he had to act now and act quickly. His "Good
Morning" comment had relaxed the men just long enough
to gain the upper hand. Reaching into his back pocket,
Tim brought the pipe wrench around in one quick
forehand motion and smashed Ralphie’s head open at the
temple. Almost lightning fast, he swung the wrench with
a backhand and caught Ian flush in the forehead. In
less than two seconds, both men lay on the hallway
floor.
The bonecrushings had made very little noise but
Michael was still standing inside the suite near the
door and heard something that caught his attention.
Michael made the mistake of opening the door just side
enough to look out and Tim was ready for him. Tim used
a karate style kick to smash the door back against
Michaels face, knocking him backwards on the floor of
the suite. Rushing inside, Tim finished him off with a
vicious kick between the legs and he stood and watch
amused as Michael passed out on the floor in front of
him.
The three perpetrators now disabled and unconscious,
Tim turned his attentions to the laundry cart. He
removed the sheets and towels and found himself staring
at a bound and gagged Annie wearing only her most
seductive black lingerie. Annie was starting to regain
her faculties and only now realized she was being
rescued by the man she had abandoned earlier in the
evening. Though only semi-conscious, she felt relief,
gratitude and regret for having put herself in such a
tenuous situation.
She watched as Tim pulled the cart with her still in it
back into the suite. Next, he dragged the unconscious
bodies of Raphie and Ian into the suite as well and
then closed the door behind him. Still lying at the
bottom of the cart, Annie could not see what Tim was
doing but she knew that he had saved her and that it
would be only a few seconds before he would free her
from her stringent bonds. She wanted so bad to be free
from the burning confines of the ropes and to feel her
circulation return to her limbs. She would give Tim the
blow job of his life in a show of gratitude when this
was all over.
But still, relief had not come. She was confused about
Tim’s whereabouts. She was perplexed by why he had not
yet untied her.
At long last however, Tim appeared at the cart. He had
a half-smile, half-frown look on his face. Annie had
seen this look before. It was the look of someone who
liked what he saw but was at the same time, very angry.
Tim bent over and picked Annie up out of the cart. Even
though the circumstances were different, the pull of
the ropes and the strain on her body was the same as
when Michael had lifted her into it. But she endured
the pain and discomfort for she knew her ordeal was
almost over.
Tim carried her to the couch, the spot of her
indignities earlier in the evening, and unceremoniously
dumped her on it, letting her free fall the last foot
or so. Every rope tightened once again as she landed
with a soft thump on the brown leather.
Tim surveyed the room and saw her tiny skirt lying in
the corner and her black silk top in a crumbled heap at
the base of the sofa. Looking down at her, Tim said
"You really got yourself into something this time,
didn’t you?"
Annie could only look up at him and use her eyes to
implore him to set her free. With tears in her eyes,
she attempted her most contrite look as if to say "I’m
sorry. Please untie me." But Tim was less than
impressed. He was indeed quite angry with her and felt
that she needed to be taught a lesson.
Tim casually walked to the bar where he noticed
Michael’s stun gun. Taking it in one hand, he
approached Annie and smiled to himself as he saw her
eyes widen to the size of silver dollars anticipating
that he would use the gun on her. She tried to
straighten up as far as the ropes would allow in
attempt to distance herself from the stun gun.
"Relax", Tim said. "I’m not going to use this on you
even though you deserve it." And with that, he
proceeded to zap each of the three unconscious men in
their upper torsos. "That should keep them for a while"
he explained as he turned toward the bar area.
"Now you just relax there for a minute. I’ve got
something to take care of" he said as he left the room.
Annie had been hogtied and ball gagged for almost four
hours now and she didn’t think she could last another
minute. She tried to yell at Tim through the gag but
the ball did its job to perfection, stifling all but
the most guttural of sounds from escaping her mouth.
A minute or two later, Tim emerged from the other room.
Walking over the Annie, he gave her right breast a
painful squeeze and sat down on the couch next to her.
"I just called Scotland Yard and explained that we had
a situation here. They’ll be sending over a couple of
detectives to check things out. But you know," he
continued, "we have to preserve the evidence, preserve
the crime scene so I’m afraid I’ll have to leave you as
I found you until they arrive.
"I’m sure they will want to take pictures, examine all
the evidence, fingerprints, etc. You know, make sure
they cross all the T’s and dot all the I’s. So you’ll
just have to stay tied up as you are until they arrive
and they give me the go-ahead to untie you. Oh, and one
last thing babe, I told them it was a robbery attempt
but that everything was under control so they could
just take their time getting here. I figure they won’t
be more than an hour, hour and a half tops. So like I
said, relax and make the best of it. It won’t be long
now."
Annie was now totally bewildered. Her fate was a result
of her own stupid actions and now, Tim was enjoying her
predicament. She let her eyes wander around the room
thinking to herself how stupid she had been to allow
herself to get put into such a situation. She looked
down at her bound form and twisted herself slightly to
gain some semblance of comfort.
She looked at her black bra, thong, garter belt, nylons
and stiletto heels, all contrasting vividly with the
white cotton ropes binding her at ankles, wrists,
thighs, arms and the crotch rope bisecting her pussy
lips. She knew she looked incredibly seductive and that
her current fate was largely of her own making. She
laid back and resigned herself to accept her
punishment. She knew there would be even more hell to
pay when she and Tim got back to their own room. She
also knew she would have to grin and bear it.
As she was contemplating her dilemma, Tim had found the
minibar and was treating himself to a beverage. "Wow,
check this out" he said to Annie as he opened a split
of champagne. "This place has everything!"
END
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