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The pretty blonde girl in the red scoop-necked dress stared from the window of the old barn, her heavy-yet-firm breasts resting fully on the window’s ledge. Her pale blue eyes looked out a thousand yards, seeing nothing, and not wishing to. A soft breeze rustled her more-than-shoulder-length hair as she dreamed while awake. Sad dreams…
Life was too difficult. Painful at times. But normally just overwhelming.
So lost in thought was the petite beauty, that she heard nothing as footsteps crept up behind her. She felt something, though, an infinitely long microsecond before the damp rag clamped hard over her elegant, perfect nose.
“Mmmm-MMMM!”
Strong arms bound her as if by bands of steel. One arm trapped at her side by her assailant, she nevertheless flailed her free arm uselessly in a pitiful attempt to escape. Her fingernails clawed the air as the harsh hand holding the rag over her nose and soft, full lips clamped down even harder still. The sweet smell overwhelmed her. Sparklers began appearing in her eyes, and then the rag went away.
Vaguely conscious, she tried to resist as she felt herself lowered to the rough wooden floor, but her limbs reacted as if made of clay. Her fogged mind ordered them to fight, to resist, to get up and run, but her traitorous limbs refused her orders.
She felt her dress sliding off, her bra, and then her panties. Her fevered brain tried to remember where her shoes were, and then remembered they were on … her feet. She shook her head slightly, trying to clear her mind, and received a reward: another whiff of the rag and its powerful chloroform.
Alex wanted to cry for help. Her newly fogged mind gave the order. She opened her mouth to cry for help. For anyone, anyone, please to come help her…
“Glllllmmmmhhhhh…”
She heard a foreign sound, as if standing outside herself, watching her captor gagging her. She wondered who the pretty girl was, naked but for her shoes, being gagged on the floor of the barn. The tiny corner of her mind that remained clear told Alex that the pretty girl on the floor of the barn, being gagged, was … herself.
Her breathing restricted, her limbs useless, and now what little remained of her piteous cries stifled to silence, Alex collapsed. All resistance ceased as she felt her arms being bound cruelly behind her. First her elbows were cinched and bound ruthlessly tight, so tight that they touched. And then her wrists were bound side-by-side, multiple turns of rope cross-cinching them.
And then, her prostrate body lifted, as if by itself, and more rope passed around her flat, hard abdomen, around twice, then cinched tight. Alex grunted from the compression, exhaling hard, and her gag almost popped loose. She groaned a tiny, mewing groan as the cloth was wedged back between her jaws.
Rope attached itself to the rope around her waist, and then passed deep inside her soft nether lips. Alex whimpered when the rope was snugged tight, and then passed once again into her delicate, private opening and tied far too securely to budge. A loose end from her crotch-rope secured itself to her wrist bonds, anchoring her arms so tightly that she could no longer move them at all.
More doubled strands of ropes around her firm, muscular thighs, above her knees. Alex’s head began to clear…
Still time to escape… she told herself.
And then more doubled strands of rope wended around her ankles, binding them so tightly together that she whimpered when bone touched bone.
Rolled onto her back, fingers pushed her gag fully past her perfect lips, past her glistening white teeth. She thought she might choke, but the expert fingers relented well before that happened. Her eyes fluttered open as she regained more consciousness, and she saw a tall, powerfully built man staring down at her, a broad strip of tape in his hands… She knew he was going to silence her completely. Alex willed her mouth one more time: call for help!
The tape went over her mouth before even the tiniest squeak came forth. And then three more broad, sticky strips, at all angles. A fourth…
Alex knew she was captured and helpless, her mouth sealed shut beyond hope. And no one knew she’d come to the barn. She’d told no one where she was going…
The man picked her up and slung Alex’s limp body over his shoulder. Now half-conscious, she saw the trunk of her car. Open. He laid her gently inside the trunk, and packed blankets and foam all around her. Her hazy thoughts wondered where those things had come from.
“Don’t fight, Alex. And don’t scream. You’ll have plenty of air in here as long as you lie here quietly.”
Alex’s half-fogged brain allowed no response. The man retrieved her clothing and purse, stirred their tracks on the barn floor into an unrecognizable hash of dirt and old straw, and deposited Alex’s things in the trunk with her, then closed it, leaving her in the pitch-black darkness. Alex whimpered quietly, wondering what would happen next.
She felt the front end of her car go up, felt it moving, and then the sound of a tow-truck winch became clear to her.
I’m being kidnapped!
A minute later, perhaps two, she felt the motion as the tow-truck drove away.
To be continued…
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