Her muscles were growing tired from all of the struggling. Heather Van Truss, the Anchor of Channel 88 news, still couldn’t figure out where it had all gone wrong. She hadn’t done anything wrong, after all. Perhaps it was the old reporter in her that wouldn’t let this issue drop but she just could not help herself in chasing after this scoop.
It had been a last minute decision to attend the big Fall bash put on by the Collingwood family at their mansion. As always, the Collingwoods had gone all out and would throw a party that would be the talk of the town for months. At least until their Christmas party, anyway.
The invitation was open to any who could attend so it wasn’t exactly difficult for Heather to get inside. There were two stipulations to get in, however. One, attendees would have to be in costume. Of course, on such short notice, every store had been sold out of any decent costumes so Heather was stuck with an unfortunate playboy bunny costume to wear. She also had to buy a black eye-mask, to match her costume, as the Collingwoods were throwing a costume masquerade. The idea had been cooked up by the Collingwoods 20-year-old daughter, Kirsty. It was said that Kirsty herself would be attending but, it being a masquerade, it would be difficult to tell which of the party-goers was her.
Heather had slipped on her costume and found it to be a tight fit as the last outfit they had in stock was one size too small and clung to her tightly. The costume was essentially a black unitard without sleeves or leggings of any kind, showing off all of Heather’s toned and shapely legs, as well as her rather well defined arms. The costume also had a short bow tie tied on around the collar and, of course, a headband with black bunny ears to be fixed on over Heather’s expertly maintained hair. Shoulder length and blonde, Heather exuded the very air of a professional with her hairstyle.
Admiring her excellent figure in the mirror, Heather still couldn’t believe she was a woman only half a decade from fifty. Without a trace of grey hair and her youthful body to boot, Heather was often easily mistaken for someone a decade or so younger. Her high cheekbones and slender jawline often attracted unwanted attention but she was always quick to shoot it down with her razor sharp wit and ferocious tenacity. Any would be suitors were quickly humbled and put in their place with nothing but a sharp stare from intelligent, green eyes or venomous words to silence the awkward catcalls.
In her current situation, Heather regretted her choice of footwear. The black, strap-on high heels matched perfectly with her costume and accentuated her long legs but the four inch heel had made running from that mountainous woman of a chambermaid difficult.
Heather also regretted leaving her legs bare and wished she had opted for pantyhose or leggings of some kind. At least then the chafing from the ropes currently binding her legs would perhaps be less severe.
What was that chambermaid thinking?
A colleague of Heather’s, a young firecracker named Selena, had dug up some sort of rumours about how the Collingwoods had made their fortune. Selena had said she would be going to the party to try and find out more but Heather, still an ace reporter at heart, wanted to get the scoop for herself. Apparently there were rumblings that the Collingwood family had been involved in the illegal gem trade for decades. The rumours Selena had heard were that the eldest Collingwoods, Harvey and Natasha, had been smuggling all sorts of gems from war torn nations and poorer parts of Africa, where miners were essentially slaves, and selling them secretly on the black market in North America.
All Heather needed was proof of this and she hoped to perhaps get her hands on one of these gems, wherever they may be hidden, and have it checked over by an appraiser and tested to try and discern where the gem had come from.
Of course, they weren’t likely to keep many gems in the house but Selena heard they hoarded them all to themselves before selling them to try and keep them safe.
Thinking back on it, Heather realized that she must have looked like a thief, pawing through bookshelves and drawers on the upper floors. Perhaps it was no wonder that tall, rather muscular chambermaid had decided to stash her away.
But this was unlawful confinement! Even if Heather had been a thief, that chambermaid couldn’t just drag someone off and tie them up like this! And storing her away in the tiny closet of the third floor guest room was simply unfair! Nobody would find her like this! Not that they could hear her anyway but, still, this was inhumane!
“Mmmmph!” Heather tried calling out. Is this gag really necessary? she asked herself. I mean really. Who does that woman think she’s gagging anyway?
Heather shook her head when she realized her mistake. She was still wearing her mask, after all, and the chambermaid would not have recognized her. Why did this damn party have to be a masquerade?
Struggling with her bonds again, Heather could not reach the iron tight knots that woman had tied. Heather tried to recall her name from the hasty research she had done on the Collingwoods and their employees.
Marcie... Marlene... Malena... wait! Marie! Marie Beaumont!
Marie Beaumont was a startlingly large woman with broad shoulders and thick arms. Heather remarked in her head how beautifully feminine she still was, however. But she had no more nice things to say once the thick rope had been looped around her body.
It started at her ankles, cinched in the middle, and kept them fused together. Further rope bound her legs together just above the knees, also cinched up tight. Heather had plenty of strength in her toned legs and worked them hard, pulling back and forth, only managing a few centimetres of movement in the tight ropes. She pulled, kicked and bucked like mad, eventually just wildly wriggling her legs one at a time, back and forth, in some vain attempt to loosen the ropes but they stubbornly refused to move or loosen.
That hadn't even been the most difficult part as her arms, it felt like, were bound even tighter. The chambermaid seemed to take pleasure in framing Heather’s breasts in thick rope, while also looping it around her arms at her biceps and just below her shoulders. Cinched with a rope looped around the back of her neck, the knots binding her arms were just out of reach of her nimble fingers. Heather shimmied her torso and tugged her arms up and down, then back and forth, in a pointless attempt to find any slack. Nothing would give.
The same could be said for her bound wrists, crossed behind her back and tied tightly together with more of the rope. She clenched her fists and pulled hard with both hands but she was unable to remove the unforgiving rope. The knot there, too, was just out of reach. It would take some nigh on impossible contortion to reach any of the knots binding her ropes.
Worst of all, Heather had been tightly gagged with a thick, black cloth. It had been knotted in the middle and pulled between her teeth, filling her mouth with cloth and keeping it tied on tight behind her head.
She sat on the floor of the closet now, with her legs tucked up close to her body. There wasn’t exactly much room to stretch out and Heather almost wished she had remained in the standing position the chambermaid had left her in that had made her ankles sore from her infernal heels.
Her scrunched up legs were now getting even more sore from her position so she struggled to one side of the closet, with the door facing to her right, and managed to stretch out her legs a bit so she was now in a sitting position. It still wasn’t comfortable but it was better than before.
Taking in a breath, Heather tried to think her way out of this problem. When nothing came to her mind, she thrashed against the unyielding ropes and screamed into her gag.
“Hllllmmmmp! Smmbdmm hllmmmp mmm!”
Though the gag didn’t cover her mouth it was very effective. The thick cloth was also surprisingly large and fit a huge knot in the middle to stuff her mouth full and still had enough material left to be double knotted behind her head.
“Hmmm! Immph mmnbdmm thmmr!? Mmm tmmd mmp mmm hmmmr! Plmmmph hllmmmp mmm! Hlllmmmp!”
Heather huffed and sighed, still unable to free herself. She knew nobody would be coming up to the mansion’s third floor. And even if they did, they wouldn’t hear her stowed away in the closet like this. They certainly wouldn’t hear her with this damn gag in her mouth. So it seemed that Heather Van Truss was on her own. She would have to find a way to escape her bindings.
Although she didn’t know it, at least Heather wasn’t alone. There were a few other women having problems of their own in the mansion that night....
...
“Hmm! Lmmt mmm mmt mmph hmmr! Mmm nmmt mm thmmmph!”
The lithe, short-haired woman growled into her gag and kicked furiously against her hogtie. The young reporter, Selena George, could not have known that Heather Van Truss would have the same idea as she did. But that chambermaid had mentioned some kind of ‘collusion’ with that ‘hot blonde’ and Selena knew right away who she was talking about.
Who was she to call Selena a thief? She hadn’t even done anything! Selena’s goal was to try and grab an interview with Harvey or Natasha, or maybe even Kirsty, and present them with the evidence she collected in the hopes of getting some kind of confession out of them admitting to their ill-gotten gains.
That was a long shot, she knew, but even a flash of anger could be all the proof she needed to go public. But now that nasty chambermaid had dragged her upstairs to the second floor bathroom and left her tied up in the bathtub, accusing her of being a thief! Why on Earth would she think that?
Selena thought on the Channel 88 star, wondering what she could have been doing to anger Ms. Beaumont so badly. She often compared herself to Heather, though almost everyone who worked at the station did. Heather was the all star, after all.
While Heather was tall, pale and blonde, Selena could not have looked more different. She never thought much of herself but Selena had beautiful, dark bronze-like skin and pretty, pale brown eyes. In contrast to this, she kept her hair short but with rather thick bangs that hung down in front of her angular, attractive face. Some people made fun of her for it but Selena adored the dyed colour of her hair; a stark shade of light purple.
Having been prepared for this party for weeks, Selena had decided on a sort of witch costume that she sort of fell in love with at the Halloween store. It was a shiny black dress without sleeves and a very short skirt with a jagged hem and neckline, revealing a good amount of her pretty legs and rather ample chest. The dress was held on by two thick straps at each shoulder. The costume came with a matching pair of gloves that fit snug on her hands and stretched up to her elbows. It hadn’t come with a hat, however, but Selena opted against adding one, instead just finding a rather fancy black mask with sparkling gold trim to conceal her identity. Though she did carry a short broom around with her to help people understand what she was dressed as.
Completing the outfit were a pair of platform heels that were rather difficult to walk in but they made the short woman feel a little more imposing, adding a few inches to her height and only helping to show off her legs. Selena never liked to get caught up in vain thoughts but, looking at herself in the mirror on the way out, she admitted to herself that she looked good. At least I’ll fit in at the party she thought to herself. Of course, that hadn’t exactly gone as planned.
Selena was still hogtied in the second floor bathroom, after all, squirming and writhing away in the bathtub.
Thick, white ropes encircled her wrists and ankles tightly. Cinched in the middle, Selena couldn’t slip out of either tight binding. She could also touch the tip of the heels on her shoes from the final rope that had been wrapped over and over between her wrists and ankles. It was, in turn, twisted and knotted tightly and out of her reach. She hadn’t been tied up with much rope but it was holding her firmly.
Topping it off was a gag that completely silenced her. Selena had done her fair share of complaining at being dragged upstairs by the chambermaid so the large woman had made sure to keep her quiet.
One small white cloth was stuffed in her mouth, a second was wrapped around it and tied on tightly behind her head, and a thick, white scarf was then pulled over her mouth and nose, wrapped around twice, and tied off behind her head.
“Hmmm! Cmmm bmmmk hmmmr! Mmmtmmm mmm!”
Selena pulled hard on the ropes binding her wrists and ankles. She kicked her feet back and forth, trying to dislodge the tight rope but nothing would budge and she couldn’t reach the knot. Pulling hard again, Selena then pulled both her ankles back, arching her back in some vain attempt to pull them apart. When that failed, she finally decided to work on her wrists, shuffling them back and forth and picking away with her fingers to try and find a knot. With nothing in reach, Selena slumped forward into the tub, letting out a sigh.
Damn, that woman sure knows what she’s doing Selena thought of the chambermaid. Where would someone learn to tie up a person like this, anyway?
Pushing these thoughts aside, Selena continued her struggling and began working her wrists back and forth again. She tried again with her ankles as well. Selena once again pulled hard with both ankles, arching her back, and was still unable to loosen anything. She pulled up with her wrists as well, trying to dislodge the connecting rope that way and pulling her legs up so they touched her backside. Nothing worked and she was forced to collapse into the tub again, relaxing all of her muscles. Even in her rather revealing costume, Selena was starting to work up a sweat.
“Hlllmmmp!” she called, trying desperately to get someone’s attention. Even in the bathroom, her voice barely reverberated off the walls with the stifling gag.
Selena growled in frustration and kicked her legs violently and then wriggled her entire torso back and forth to no avail. The ropes were just as tight as before.
“Whmm dmmph thmmmph!?” she said, frustration at the edge of her voice. “Dmm mmmt! Hlllmmmp! Hllmmmmp mmmm! Smmmbdmmm mmtmmm mmmm!”
Nobody could hear Selena’s frustrated cries, meaning she was on her own. Much like the trussed up anchor a floor above her, Selena would need to escape on her own. The only trouble was that she wasn’t certain that she could escape her tight bondage. But she would have to try. Renewing her struggles, Selena grunted and mewled into her gag, straining every last one of her muscles to obtain her freedom.
Of course, Selena was yet still not the only damsel in distress on this night...
...
Natasha Collingwood always knew she was an attractive woman. She knew the gossip around town about how Harvey had ‘lucked out’ with someone so much more beautiful than he. But it wasn’t his looks that had wooed the Russian dancer to become his partner. She did find him ruggedly handsome, yes, but he had always been a charming man and knew how to respect a woman. That was all she had ever been after was respect as an equal and Harvey had been the only man who would treat her that way.
She stood on the second floor and leaned against the banister, hand in hand with her loving husband. They surveyed the party from below, each watching their college age daughter like a pair of hawks. They were protective of what was theirs and that went double for their darling little girl. Still, they both wished to stand back and let her enjoy herself. This whole party was her idea, after all.
People often remarked (with a touch of malice) that Natasha was much taller than her husband. He of broad shoulders, a thick, barrel chest and short yet strong legs, stood to his full height at his wife’s shoulder. But the former Olympian never had to be a physical specimen; he was just a shot putter after all. He relied on wit, charm, and intellect to earn his way. And perhaps a little cunning as well.
He, like his daughter, sported jet black hair. It was parted neatly to one side and kept short. Harvey had a strong, square jawline and the trace edges of black and grey stubble protruded from his wide chin. His eyes were tired and pale blue and he kept his eyes fixed on his daughter while he tightly gripped his wife’s strong hand.
She stood to a full six foot frame and found her daughter as well. Like Kirsty, Natasha’s eyes were striking, bold, and coloured a deep, dark brown. Her own deep brown hair flowed long down to her back and shone in the light.
The rich couple adorned costumes and masks to indulge their daughter’s chosen theme. Harvey didn’t go for much of a costume, instead wearing his white tuxedo and a matching eye mask. Natasha, on the other hand, had gone for something much different.
With her black eye mask she looked every bit the part of a cat burglar in her skintight, spandex bodysuit. The costume itself was sleeveless and had a plunging neckline that was difficult for Harvey to stop staring at. The legs of the body suit ran the full length of Natasha’s perfect and voluptuous legs, ending with a pair of open toed high heels. She also wore fingerless, black gloves to complete the look with the mask that concealed her identity to everyone in the house save for Harvey.
They both decided that they were making their daughter uncomfortable when they saw her shoot a glare up their way and so chose to retire to their second floor lounge for awhile.
The two of them remained silent as Harvey strode ahead of his wife, opening one of the double doors to the lounge and standing aside. He followed her inside and flicked on a light switch beside the door.
As soon as he did, a thick arm grabbed him from behind and pulled him in close. Harvey was surprised when he found he couldn’t remove the arm from around his chest. He was a strong man but whoever had a hold of him must have been monstrous.
“Take a nap, old man,” a woman’s voice whispered in his ear. Before he could do anything else, he felt pain in the back of his head and everything went black.
At the same time, Another strong arm grabbed hold of Natasha and clamped one hand over her mouth. She could barely make a sound as she watched her husband slump to the floor and fall unconscious.
“Mmmmph!”
“What do I do with him now?” A huge woman with thick arms and a wide, bracing stance stood over Harvey Collingwood. She was dressed all in black and wore a thick ski mask. A woman answered from behind Natasha.
“Lock him in the closet or something. Can’t you think for yourself?”
The woman clamping a hand over Natasha’s mouth was just about as tall as Natasha herself with toned, athletic arms and Natasha could feel the strength in them as she held her. The woman holding her, however, was not quite as thickly built as the one who had knocked out Harvey.
The larger woman dragged her husband across the room and dumped his unconscious body into a walk-in closet and jammed a nearby chair under the door knob.
“And what about her?”
The other woman pulled one of Natasha’s arms behind her back. “Get the rope. We’re getting her out of the way. Then it’ll be a clear path right to Kirsty.”
Hearing her daughter’s name made Natasha fight back harder but the woman holding her was much stronger than her and held on tight. The larger woman approached Natasha with a heavy bundle of rope and several thick cloths. “Might be the old man will pay us for her freedom, too.”
“Soon as he gets out of that closet,” the other woman said. “Well, go on. Tie her up already.”
The large woman stepped forward with the rope at the ready and Natasha squealed into the hand still tightly clamped over her mouth.
Even the wealthy can get down on their luck sometimes, as Natasha was quickly finding out. But perhaps there was one woman whose luck was about to change...
...
It had been an effort but Heather’s wrists were finally starting to come free. She had managed to pick the knot loose and was now trying to unwind the tight rope just enough to pull her hands out. That chambermaid really knew how to tie someone up and it was proving a difficult task to even get the rope unwound.
Heather worked her wrists back and forth, wriggling them furiously until she could finally get her wrists free and shake the rope off. It clattered to the floor behind her and she could then get to work untying her arms and legs. The effort was still slow and difficult but Heather had finally managed to work herself free, remove her gag, and stand up on her tired legs for the first time in more than an hour. Sliding the closet door open, Heather peered back and forth and could only hope the French chambermaid was nowhere in sight. Creeping out into the bedroom, Heather cursed her heels as they clacked against the hardwood floor and seemed to loudly echo across the entire room.
She had no other choice, however, but to get out of this room. But Heather Van Truss was not leaving this party. She would get her scoop one way or another and be reading it on the nightly news on Monday.
The door creaked as Heather opened it and she winced at the loud sound it made but there was no sign of Ms. Beaumont anywhere. Heels still clacking as she stepped out into the hallway, the masked bunny girl continued on to the stairs leading to the second floor.
The soft carpeting in the stairs muffled her loud heels somewhat but he steps were still quite loud as she descended and made it to the bottom of the stairs.
She spotted a thick, wooden door in the hallway off to her right. It seemed an awfully thick door to have indoors. Perhaps they were hiding something behind it?
Heather took two steps forward, heels clacking on the floor, when she was stopped dead in her tracks by a pair of strong arms grabbing her from behind.
“No! Not again!”
“So, ze little rabbit sinks she can just take whatever she wants, no? And zen she sinks she can escape from me?” The voice belonged to a woman with a heavy French accent and Heather knew right away who had grabbed her.
“No wait! You don’t understand! I’m not a mmmmph!”
The woman clamped her strong hand over Heather’s mouth, shoving a wadded up cloth inside.
“I shall ‘ave to silence you as I did your little, purple-’aired friend,” she said.
“Hmmmph!?” Purple-haired friend? Was Selena here too? And what had Marie done with her?
Heather couldn’t ask these questions as a heavy, white cloth was tied on over her mouth and knotted behind her head. Another, even thicker cloth was then pulled tight over Heather’s mouth and nose to silence her even further.
“Mmmph!”
Before Heather had any chance to fight back, Marie roughly pulled her arms behind her and quickly looped a thick rope around her wrists, cinching it tight and tying off a knot well out of reach this time.
“Come with me,” Marie said. “Let’s see you escape me zis time!”
“Nmmmm! Stmmmp! Lmmmt mmm gmmm!”
Marie dragged her bound and gagged prisoner down the left hall, away from the thick door, and behind a swinging door into a sort of laundry room.
“Now I can keep a better eye on you,” Marie said.
She proceeded then to wrap a huge coil of rope around Heather’s arms, coiling it from just below her shoulders to just above her elbows. She cinched the back up tight with another rope and then tied that to Heather’s already tied wrists.
Forcing Heather onto her back, Marie then tied Heather’s legs at the ankles and then above and below the knees. One final rope pulled Heather’s toned, gorgeous thighs up to her chest and Marie cradled her in her arms.
“Mmmph! Pmmt mm dmmmn!”
Marie said nothing and strode over to a large laundry hamper. “Lucky you I just emptied zis one,” Marie said with a smile.
Heather’s eyes opened wide when she realized where she was going and tried struggling against the tight ropes, twisting her bound body and kicking her legs but the strong maid held her firm.
“Stop your useless squirming,” Marie said. “It won’t be so bad. It will be a nice cozy place for you until I can call ze police.”
“Nmmm! Mmmtmmm mmm! Lmmt mm gmmm! Hlllmmmp!”
“Nobody can ‘ear you, darling.” Marie lowered Heather into the Hamper, still moaning and thrashing about in her bonds. “Now, be a good girl and stay tied up zis time, yes? I will be in zis room to keep an eye on you! Have fun!”
“Nmmm! Wmmmt! Plmmph dmmmt!”
Marie ignored Heather’s muffled pleas and shut the lid to the hamper, trapping Heather inside and plunging her into darkness. Heather tried rolling around but she had no space to move. The hamper was plenty large enough for her but it wouldn’t exactly be a comfortable stay.
Still squirming and thrashing away, Heather simply could not remove her tight bonds. It looked like this escape would be much more difficult than her last one.
Still, if she were arrested, she was convinced the police would let her go when they realized the misunderstanding. At least she was in a better situation than some of the other tied up damsels in the mansion that night...
...
Kirsty Collingwood still couldn’t see a thing when she opened her eyes. She couldn’t remember anything that had happened in the last ten minutes.
At first, the college girl was just enjoying her party, dressed in the cutest school girl outfit she could find. It was a rather revealing little costume as well with an extremely short, red plaid skirt showing off her elegant legs. The white blouse she wore was also quite small, covering only her chest and the formal collar plunged down her neckline and barely left room for the tie that matched her skirt. White, knee high socks and bright red high heels completed her cute outfit and she adored looking at herself in the mirror when she had finished putting it on.
She wore a thin, red eye mask, of course, to fit the theme of her party. Kirsty effortlessly mingled with the guests and didn’t once hint at who she really was. People would compliment her on her choice of costume but they never suspected that they were talking to the party’s beautiful young hostess.
Of course, someone did indeed figure her out as Kirsty quickly realized her situation from the pair of voices speaking in the room around her and the tight ropes that clung to her body and kept her bound to a chair.
Strong, black rope pinned Kirsty’s legs to each of the chair legs at the ankles and her knees were bound together. More of the rope encircled her waist and pinned her crossed and bound wrists to the back of the chair. Further black rope pinned her arms to her sides and framed her chest and one final rope was tied between the ones around her arms and her tied wrists. Kirsty also couldn’t call for help as she had been gagged with some sort of soft sponge in her mouth and a thick, black cloth tied on behind her head and sealing her mouth shut.
She also felt her eye mask pressed tight to her face by another black cloth tied on around her eyes. When Kirsty had first come to, she panicked a bit and looked around frantically when she still couldn’t see anything.
Kirsty tried calling out for help but she could hardly make a sound. “Hllmmp! Wmmr mmm mmm!? Hlllmmp! Wmmtph gmmmg mmmn!?”
A gruff voice belonging to a woman silenced her pleas and made Kirsty cease her struggles.
“Nobody is coming for you, girl,” the voice said. “So quit your damn whining.”
“Mmmmph!”
“I said shut it!”
Kirsty shrank back at the sound of the woman’s voice and subtly tried working her bound wrists up and down to try and free herself. She sawed the rope back and forth against the back of the chair but her movement was entirely restricted and there was no way she would cut through the strong restraints in any reasonable time. Still, she wriggled them slightly, trying not to alert the woman near her.
Still blind to the world, Kirsty tried to figure out where she was. She tested her gag again in hopes of getting the woman to speak again.
“Hlllmmp! Mmmtmm mmm!”
“Don’t make me put another gag on you, girl. Stay quiet now.”
Kirsty listened and realized that her voice sounded dull like the sound was being absorbed by something. Shimmying a bit in place, Kirsty felt something brush against her shoulder and heard something rattle above her. Taking in a deep breath through her nose the room smelled like... linen? She knew where she was! She had been tied up within her own walk-in closet! That had to be it! The lack of reverberation, the clean linen smell, it had to be a closet. The rattling above her must have been one of her many blouses on a hanger rocking back and forth as she brushed it.
At least she was still at home. But why would someone kidnap her inside her own home?
Kirsty’s mind was snapped back to reality when she heard a door open and two pairs of footsteps enter the room.
“Kmmmphtmm!” a muffled, woman’s voice said. Kirsty recognized the voice.
“Mmmm!?”
“Sit down beside your pretty little daughter there. Good girl,” another woman’s voice said.
Natasha Collingwood was entirely displeased with this whole situation but at least she knew where her daughter was now. The way those women had been talking she feared the worst but Kirsty appeared unharmed, aside from being tied to a chair.
Still wearing her cat burglar costume and black eye mask, Natasha’s wrists had been crossed and bound like her daughter’s. Also like her daughter, Natasha’s arms were bound and her breasts framed by rope, only the rope that bound her was white. One final rope tied her bound wrists to her arms and she was now being seated next to Kirsty and tied to a chair to further restrain her.
In the struggle, Natasha had been quite loud and had even bit one of her captors so they gagged her quite heavily. Two cloths were stuffed in her mouth to make her cheeks bulge out a bit. Another cloth had been pulled between her teeth to keep those in and a fourth cloth tied on over that. One final cloth was tied tightly over Natasha’s mouth and nose in a tight triple gag to keep her completely silent.
The thinner of the two women who had captured them was looping a rope tightly around Natasha’s waist and binding it to the wooden chair she was now forced to sit in. She then cinched her ankles and knees together before looping one final rope between Natasha’s ankles and pulling it up tight to her wrists, forcing Natasha’s feet back and making her stand on the open toes of her high heels.
Stepping back, the thinner woman admired her handiwork and then turned to the much larger woman, who was staring at Kirsty.
“Pretty girl,” the larger woman said. “Both of them are, actually. How does a man like that luck out like this?”
“Keep your focus. Soon as the old man notices they’re missing, he’ll do whatever it takes to get them back.”
“Hmmmph!?” Natasha said, struggling a bit in her bonds. Were they talking about... ransom?
“You did remember to leave him the note, right?” the larger woman asked.
“Course I did! What do you take me for? I’m the brains, remember?”
“Just checking. Soon as he finds it we’ll be swimming in those blood diamonds of his, am I right?”
“Mmmmph!” Natasha said, trying to scream into her gag. How did they know about the gems? It’s true they did keep rare gems in secret but old rivals of both Harvey and Natasha had started the rumours about them being smuggled illegally or obtained illicitly. They paid their miners fairly in mines all over the world and sold them to jewellers, even giving some away to friends and family. Harvey and Natasha were very private people and kept nearly everything a secret so people’s imaginations often ran wild. She knew there were people who wanted to ruin the Collingwood name as well so that was where the rumours had started.
They knew reporters and journalists would be trying to get some kind of scoop on the story and did their best to quell and bury the rumours but, unknowingly, they had failed in that regard. But how did these kidnappers find out about the gems? Who could they be working for?
“Mmmph! Mmtmmm mmph! Lmmt mmph gmmmm!” Natasha said, glaring at their captors and struggling wildly against her restraints. She rocked her body back and forth, trying to dislodge any of the right ropes. Bucking her legs, wriggling her torso, shaking her head, and pulling hard with her arms did nothing but make her begin to sweat and breath harder.
“The Russian is a feisty one,” the thinner woman said. “Feisty girls are always super hot.”
“Mmmmrrrgh!’ Natasha growled. “Ymmll pmmm fmmr thmmph! Mmmll gmmmt ymmm bmmthmph!”
“Sorry, can’t hear you sweetie,” the larger woman said. “You might want to try speaking a little clearer.”
The kidnappers chuckled while Natasha still thrashed against the tight ropes, trying to stamp her feet in frustration.
“Mmmph! Stmmmp thmmmt!”
“Mmmm. Smmtlmm dmmn.”
Natasha stopped struggling and turned her eyes to her bound and gagged daughter beside her. Kirsty’s calming voice managed to quell the fire in Natasha’s eyes.
“Kmmmphtmm...”
“Mmmtph mmmkmmm, mmmm. Thmmll gmmmt thmmmrph. Wmmll bmmm mmkmmmm.”
Natasha couldn’t understand her daughter’s words but the tone soothed her a bit and managed to keep her calm. With neither of them able to escape, both women decided that saving their energy would be best. They would have to wait for rescue from someone, at least. They both knew, however, that they weren’t going to let these kidnappers get away with this.
What neither of them knew, however, was that they weren’t the only tied up women having problems in the mansion that night and everything would be coming to a head...
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Selena still didn’t know how she had gotten out of that hogtie but now she had a different task in mind. She had watched the chambermaid muttering and moving back and forth in the second floor laundry room. It was odd to see Ms. Beaumont speak as though someone else was there. That was when Selena hit on it.
She had someone held captive inside the laundry room! And it could only be Heather. Maybe if Selena rescued her boss, the two of them could work together on this scoop and break the story wide open. Of course she would have to get into the room first and that was easier said than done.
Her chance arrived when the strong chambermaid hefted two big baskets over her shoulders and stalked silently out of the room and moved off somewhere up the stairs. Peeking out from behind a bookcase, Selena crept across the room, her heels clicking against the floor, and made her way into the laundry room.
There were a few hampers in the room; all made of wicker and quite large and each one had a hinged lid that would raise like a chest. At first, Selena dreaded having to look in all of them but she heard one of them rustle slightly and her eyes rested upon it when she heard a muffled voice come from within.
“Mmmmph! Lmmt mmm mmt mmf hmmmr! Hlllmmp! Hllmmmp mmmm!”
“Heather?” Selena whispered.
The shuffling inside the hamper stopped and Selena heard the muffled voice try to speak again. “Slmmnnmmm!?”
Selena crept over to the hamper and lifted the lid. She met the eyes of a masked woman in a very tight playboy bunny outfit who was thoroughly bound and gagged inside the laundry hamper. It took quite a lot of willpower to avoid blushing at the sight of the woman’s gorgeous legs on full display but Selena managed it.
Looking behind the eye mask, Selena would recognize the sharpness of those green eyes anywhere.
“Heather! I thought it was you!”
The distinct hair of Selena George was all the confirmation Heather needed to know who her rescuer was in that moment. She squirmed a bit in her ropes.
“Sllmmmnmm! Mmmtmmm mmm, plmmmph!”
“Hang on, Heather. I’ve got to get you out of there first.”
It was an effort for Selena but she just about managed to lift Heather out of the hamper and set her down gently on the floor, stumbling a bit as she did so. She removed Heather’s gag first and then began untying her legs.
“You’re here after the story, too?” Selena asked.
Heather sighed. “I’m sorry, Selena. It was just too good a story to pass up. I guess I should have left it to you. Then I wouldn’t keep getting tied up by that awful woman.”
Selena shook her head. “She tied me up too,’ she said. “She thinks we’re thieves or something.”
Heather let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, I gathered that.”
Selena finished untying Heather and helped her back to her feet.
“We’d better get out of here,” Heather said. “Before she comes back.”
“We’ll stick together, I think,” Selena said. “Maybe then she won’t be able to get the jump on us.”
“Zat is what you zink, darling,” a thick, French accent said from behind them.
Both women whirled around and were faced with the tall, muscular chambermaid of the Collingwoods yet again.
“Oh crap,” Selena said.
“Selena, run,” Heather said.
“What? And leave you? We can take her!”
“Not even together. Do you see the size of her?”
Selena shot a quick glance toward the approaching chambermaid and conceded that Heather was right.
“It should be your story to break,” Heather said. “Get out of here! I’ll stall her long enough and she won’t catch you again. Okay?”
Selena took in a sharp breath. “All right. But I will come back for you, Heather!”
At the same time, both women made for the door. Heather charged straight for the chambermaid while Selena slid past her and out the door. When Heather collided with Marie, the big woman wrapped a thick arm around her stomach and pulled her close while Selena took off down the hallway.
“I knew you were both in cahoots,” Marie said. “I will catch your friend later, darling.”
Heather did everything she could to fight back but Marie was an incredibly strong woman and she could not break her iron grasp.
“Listen to me! We’re not thieves! The people you work for are not who you think they are! They’re not as good as mmmph!”
A strong hand clamped around her mouth and Heather was dragged backwards out of the room again.
“I shall have to find a special place to put you zis time,” Marie said. “Somewhere no friends can come to rescue you!”
“Nmmm! Plmmph lmmt mm gmmm!”
Thick, white rope was already being lashed around Heather’s wrists and cinched off tightly. Her wrists were crossed behind her back this time and Marie topped that off with a pair of thick socks placed over each of Heather’s hands and tied off tightly to force her hands into fists. Another sock went into Heather’s mouth, followed by another before a tight handkerchief was tied between her teeth.
“You will not get away zis time!” Marie said.
Marie had several thick scarves to gag Heather with, starting with a tight covering of her mouth. This was followed by her mouth and nose being covered once more and then finally one more was tied on over Heather’s eyes to blindfold her.
“Mmmmph! Nmmmm!” Heather said, shaking her head.
“Cease your whining,” Marie said, tightly binding Heather’s wrists to her back with a thick rope around her waist. She then coiled two long pieces of rope above and below Heather’s breasts to pin her arms tightly in place at her sides. She shoved her captive forward before grabbing her by the arm and pulling her further down the hall.
Marie pulled Heather into a small guest room and laid her down on the bed on her stomach. She produced more of the thick white rope and lashed Heather’s legs at the ankles, above and below the knees and at the thighs. Another length of rope was looped between Heather’s bound arms, wrists, and finally ankles to pull her into a strict hogtie. More lengths of rope were tied to Heather’s ankles, arms, and wrists and affixed to the bed frame so she couldn’t even roll over.
“Mmmmph!” Heather said when Marie had finished tying her up yet again.
“I am locking zis door,” Marie said. “And you will still be tied up when I return, no? Because if you are not, well, there are plenty more places in zis old house I can keep you, madame. But you will not be escaping again, will you?”
“Mmmmph! Nmmmm, plmmmph! Dmmt dmm thmmph! Plmmph dmmt lmmph mmm tmmd mmp mmmgmmmn!”
“Ah, such silence be’ind zat gag. It will be a pleasure to see you dragged off to jail where you and your friend belong, you dirty thief! Now be a good girl and struggle for me! I do enjoy it!”
Heather thrashed about in her bonds but it was hopeless this time. She couldn’t see or speak and had no chance at picking away at any of the knots. Not to mention the fact that she could hardly move at all.
Satisfied with her work, Marie shut the lights off to the room and made certain the door was locked before shutting her captive away for a third time.
While Heather struggled furiously after being bound and gagged yet again, she did not know that she wasn’t the only woman in the house mewling into her gag, fighting against ropes and begging for freedom. Of course, perhaps things were about to change...
...
“Mmmrrrgh! Lmmt mmph gmmm ymmm mmmphlll wmmmmmn!” Natasha fumed into her stifling gag.
The two women chuckled at the Russian dancer’s attempts to free herself. Kirsty, meanwhile, seemed to have accepted her fate for the time being and only shuffled slightly in her bonds, still utterly blind to the world. Natasha had grown tired of waiting and wanted to be free of these awful ropes. The pair of women who had kidnapped them in their own home, however, still hadn’t done anything but mock the other two women and catcall them. This only made Natasha furious but Kirsty seemed to have endless patience in awaiting rescue.
Of course, Kirsty was also making mental notes of what she had learned of their captors while they spoke to each other. One of them was called Roxy and, by all indications of the language used, Roxy was the larger of the two women. Kirsty had yet to see either one of them but the other woman, named Amy, kept calling Roxy names like ‘big dummy’ or ‘meathead.’ This indicated to Kirsty that Roxy had to be the larger of the two. She imagined what they both looked like from their voices and actually found herself pleased by the image, imagining them both to be very pretty and strong. Though she couldn’t say it, and would have been hesitant to even if she could speak, this whole scenario was a common fantasy of Kirsty’s.
She always liked old stories where villains would tie up a damsel in distress and would catch herself daydreaming about being a bound and gagged captive. Kirsty had even practiced a bit of self bondage but had always wondered what it would be like to be tied up by someone else. She was afraid to make this desire known, of course, but now she was living the fantasy and found it very thrilling.
Kirsty knew her mother would notice, however, and there would be some explaining to do after all of this was over. And indeed, Natasha was rather confused by the general calmness that overcame her usually feisty daughter.
Natasha put the confusion aside for the moment and continued struggling against the tight ropes. She wriggled her wrists up and down in a vain attempt to dislodge the rope that held them together. Even her nimble fingers couldn’t find any knots to untie as she squirmed and thrashed her legs in frustration.
She writhed back and forth, shaking her torso and arms against her restraints but they refused to budge. Natasha had broken out into a sweat and was now breathing heavily through her nose, forced to take a rest and stop struggling. All she had done was make herself tired with all of her struggles. She was still bound and gagged just as tightly as before.
All four women in the closet snapped to attention when the closet door burst open and four people walked in brandishing weapons. Harvey Collingwood held up one of his golf clubs and a pretty young reporter Natasha recognized as Selena George held another of Harvey’s clubs. Two bodyguards flanked them as well, each with stun guns in hand.
“Release my family!” Harvey said.
The two kidnappers stood and raised their hands.
“Whoa, hey!” Amy, the thinner woman said. “Hang on a minute! Let me explain!”
“Be quiet!” Harvey said. He nodded toward the two body guards. “Restrain these two,” he said.
They silently nodded and stepped forward, brandishing zip cuffs and duct tape for the two captors. Harvey and Selena, meanwhile, looked at each other for a moment.
“Thank you for your help. And I must apologize for our chambermaid’s behaviour. Marie can be... protective. I simply must make it up to you,” Harvey said.
“I’m just glad I found you in time,” Selena said. “And that I found that recording in your upstairs lounge.”
“Mmmmph! Wmmmt! Stmmp!” Kirsty struggled in her bonds, trying to get the attention of her rescuers.
Harvey stepped forward and pulled the blindfold from her eyes and removed her gag. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”
“Dad, let me explain!”
Harvey furrowed his brow and shot a glance to his two body guards, who had finished hogtying and tape gagging the two kidnappers with zip ties and duct tape. Both women were now writhing and squirming on the floor, mewling into their gags. With their ski masks removed, Kirsty finally got a good look at them. The both wore skintight, black clothes and knee high boots. One of them had short, almost silver hair with a touch of purple tied back in a ponytail. She was large, feminine, and muscular and just as pretty and Kirsty had pictured. The other woman was a gorgeous redhead with shining blue eyes and a perfect svelte figure, though she looked athletic and strong. She discerned the woman with the short, dyed hair must have been Roxy and the redhead was Amy.
“What is there to explain?” Harvey asked.
A guilty look entered her eyes when she saw Selena George. She knew those fake rumours about the illegal gems would bring good reporters into the house. And with the extra money she had paid to Marie...
“Dad I, um.... I paid for all this.”
“You... what?”
“Hmmmmph!?’ Natasha said, still gagged from beside her.
“Look, it was just something I wanted to try. Add a bit of a secret bondage theme to the party, you know? It seemed like an exciting idea.”
“You.... you’re kidding me,” Harvey said. “Those women could have killed me! I’m lucky I don’t have a concussion!”
“I’m sorry, Dad! I didn’t know how authentic they would be! I just wanted an authentic experience but I didn’t know they’d knock you out and pretend to kidnap mom too. I only thought they’d go after me. That’s what I wanted.”
Harvey shook his head and lowered his face into his palm. “I can’t believe this. Are you out of your mind?”
Kirsty grinned sheepishly. “That’s not all I did, either.”
Selena furrowed her brow this time. She had a sense of where the conversation was going next.
Harvey glared into his daughter’s eyes. “Don’t tell me this gets worse!?”
“I maybe slipped Marie a little bit of extra pay to be on the lookout for, um, ‘thieves’ and to tie them up and stuff. Add a bit more excitement to the party and maybe get some other ladies tied up and having fun.”
Harvey shook his head, dumbfounded. “Kirsty... that is completely illegal! You could get thrown in jail for that! You and Marie both! You paid her to kidnap women!?”
“Um... that’s not the word I used. But, now that I think about it...”
Harvey stood up then and turned around to face Selena. “I’m so sorry about all of this.”
“You can maybe make it up to me by helping me find my boss Heather somewhere upstairs. I think your chambermaid may have tied her up again.”
“Damn it... all right. Wait. Heather as in Heather Van Truss?”
Selena nodded.
“Oh God...” Harvey said. “It only gets worse.”
“Listen, I can convince her not to press charges and report this stuff if you maybe help us out a little bit.”
“Whatever you need,” Harvey said. “Money, job opportunities, whatever you want.”
“Help teach your daughter a lesson, maybe. I think, maybe, showing her the error of her ways would suffice.”
Harvey nodded. “Believe me, she’s going to be grounded for a seriously long time after this. Adult or no, I will not have this on my conscience.”
“Maybe leave her tied up in here with her kidnappers for awhile? It would be some nice poetic justice. And she could miss the rest of her own party downstairs.”
“What? No! I can’t miss this party!” Kirsty whined.
Harvey knelt down and undid Natasha’s gag and started untying her. “What do you think, dear?”
“A fitting punishment, I think,” Natasha said. “I cannot believe what I have heard here tonight, Kirsty. What were you thinking?”
“I’m sorry, Mom...”
“Next time, maybe just pay for a dominatrix or something. You know, something legal? Instead of getting everyone else wrapped up in your little schemes.”
“Mom, you’re weirding me out! Don’t talk like that!”
“Hey, you got us all into this!”
Kirsty hung her head. “Yeah, I know... I’m sorry. Please, just don’t leave me tied up for the rest of the party. I just can’t miss it!”
Natasha, finally free, stood to her full height and knelt down into Kirsty’s face. “You can and you will. And maybe even more besides that. Maybe I’ll get my camera and shoot a video for all your friends to see.”
Kirsty gasped. “No! You wouldn’t!”
“I would. I’ll make the video and keep it for as long as I deem necessary. As long as you practice this... hobby of yours legally, then I will have no reason to show this to anybody. If you give me a reason, well, I imagine your friends would find it rather amusing to see it appear on the news if it fell into Ms. George’s hands, wouldn’t they?”
“No! Mom, you can’t!”
“I’ve heard enough out of you!”
“No, wait, Mom, please don’t-mmmmph!”
Natasha stuffed her daughter’s mouth with two of the cloths that had once been in her own mouth. She secured them inside with a tight cleave gag, covering that with the black scarf that was still hanging around her daughter’s neck. She then covered Kirsty’s mouth and nose with another black scarf and stepped back.
“Mmmmph! Nmmmm! Mmmm, plmmmph! Mmmtmmm mmmm!”
She nodded to the two bodyguards still looming over the ‘kidnappers.’
“Leave them in here with her. I should like to teach them a lesson as well.”
“Mmmmph!” Roxy said, thrashing against the tight zip ties. The duct tape surrounding her head rendered her completely silent.
“Nmmm! Dmmmt lmmph mmmph!” Amy said behind her identical gag, unable to escape her hogtie position.
The body guards nodded and stepped to the closet door beside the other three.
“Now,” Natasha said. “We shall have to teach Marie a lesson as well. We are going to help Ms. George find Ms. Van Truss and clear up this awful mess you’ve made. I want you to think about what you’ve done in the dark for awhile, Kirsty.”
“Nmmm! Wmmmt! Plmmmph!”
Natasha shut off the light to the closet and everyone filed out, shutting the door behind them. The only sounds left were the struggling and mewling of three bound and gagged women still stuck inside, awaiting whatever the elder Collingwoods had in store for them.
Now it was just a matter of figuring out where Marie had stashed Heather...
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“Mmmmmmmpppphhhhh! Hhhllllmmmmmp!”
Heather could still barely move in her strict hogtie, writhing and squirming this way and that. Without the use of her fingers, and with so little wiggle room, she knew there was no escaping her current predicament.
Now she could only wait for someone to rescue her. That didn’t stop her from kicking her bound legs and thrashing back and forth against the tight ropes, shimmying her torso, pulling hard with her arms, and furiously shaking her head.
Still very tightly bound and gagged, Heather tired herself out and her head slumped forward onto the soft bed below her. Letting out a long sigh, Heather shook her head.
“Hmmmmpphh...”
In the back of her mind, something about the experience had actually been enjoyable. She truly was an intrepid reporter if someone tried to keep her from the truth by tightly tying her up and gagging her. It was like a classic story. Plus, Heather was a bit ashamed to admit it, but she actually rather liked the feeling of the ropes on her body.
Imagining herself in the tight bunny outfit made her want to see what she looked like with all that rope on her body. She made quite a voluptuous sight in her tight costume on its own. Heather could only imagine how the ropes would accentuate her curves.
Maybe when this is all over I can try getting tied up again. Maybe film it or do it in front of a mirror. I’ll have to find the number of a good dominatrix... she thought to herself.
Still, in that moment, Heather was tired and her muscles were sore from all the struggling. It had been quite an adventure but she was ready to be untied now. She continued thrashing and bucking against her tight ropes and screaming into her gag, hardly making a sound.
It would be a while yet before anyone found and untied her. So, for now, Heather could only try to make herself heard while she fought her bonds and tried to scream past her stifling gag.
“Hlllmmmpp! Mmmph bmmmn tmmmd mmmp mmm hmmmr! Smmbdmmm smmph mmm! Plmmmph hlllmmmp! Hlllmmmp! Mmmmmmpppphhh!”