Amanda’s heart pounded in her chest as she strained her ears, listening for any sounds coming from the other room. Everything around her was dark, courtesy of the blindfolded tied over her face. After a moment, during which she heard nothing, Amanda grunted frantically to the younger woman lying on the ground beside her. Just what she said precisely was lost to the rolled up band of cloth clenched between her teeth, but it got the point across. Grunting through her own gag, Amanda’s daughter, Helen, squirmed closer and, scrabbling with her bound wrists, feeling for the knot on the ropes binding her mother’s hands.
The pair’s ordeal had started one morning two days ago. Amanda, a pretty 39-year old brunette, the wife of a wealthy corporate lawyer. Helen, recently turned 18 and closely resembling her mother in looks, was a high school senior and cheerleader. The pair had decided to take a day trip into town for some shopping and a little mother-daughter bonding time. Instead, not ten miles from their country home, the pair were intercepted. Amanda’s SUV was driven off the road into a ditch and a trio of masked gunmen swarmed it, dragging the terrified women out.
Helpless, Amanda and Helen were forced into their attackers’ van. There, mother and daughter were ordered to undress, leaving them completely naked. Amanda was terrified what the men might do to her and her daughter, but one of the men reassured the pair: “We plan on extracting a hefty ransom for your safe return and it wouldn’t do to deliver damage goods.”
The women were ordered to lie down with their arms behind their backs. No sooner had they complied then their captors hogtied the pair with rope. After stuffing the women’s balled up panties in their mouths, one of the captors took a couple lengths of rolled up cloth and knotted them in the middle. Jamming the knot of one cloth in each of their mouths, he tied the ends off behind each woman’s head, to keep the gag in. Two more rolled up bands, unknotted, were used to blindfold them.
For several hours, the pair bounced around in the back of the van as it drove, sticking mainly to back roads. Kept in the dark by their blindfolds, Amanda and Helen had no idea where they were being taken. They might be a hundred miles from home or they could be right next door, the van having driven in circles the whole time.
Without untying their captives, the kidnappers carried the women from the van into a building, eventually setting them down on an old mattress in a small room. As they squirmed and struggled, lying side by side, the men recorded a quick ransom video, demanding a quarter of a million dollars in cash from Amanda’s husband.
After that, the women were, for the most part, ignored. One of the kidnappers was left to watch them. Periodically, the captives were fed, watered and allowed to use the hideout’s spartan bathroom facilities, but the rest of the time they were left to wait, hoping the ransom would come through, dreading what their kidnappers might do to them if it didn’t.
This morning, though, things changed. Two of the kidnappers left, to follow up on the ransom demand, leaving the women guarded by just one man. An hour or two after his buddies had left, this guy apparently got tired of sitting, watching his two naked captives lie still on the mattress and wandered off. At this, the pair saw their opportunity. Communicating as best they could while gagged, Amanda got her daughter to roll onto her side and scootch closer, so their hands touched and, more importantly, could try and loosen the ropes binding them.
Doing so, however, was proving harder than expected. The ropes were fiendishly tight, the knots carefully placed to be hard to reach and the captives had to work entirely by feel. A couple times, the goon on guard would come back to the room and poke his head in the door, the sound of his footsteps alerting them to roll apart and pose once more as helpless, compliant captives until he went away again and they could resume their desperate attempts.
At last, their efforts seemed to pay off. The rope connecting Amanda’s tightly bound wrists to her ankles started to loose. At last, with a groan of relief, it let go, allowing the older woman to stretch out her legs for the first time in hours. She grunted into her gag, urging her daughter to hurry and do the same for the ropes lashing her wrists together. The teen complied, her fingers scrabbling at her mother’s wrists, feeling around for the knots and, on finding one, getting to work picking at it.
Just then, to the horror of the two women, they heard the sound they’d been dreading: a motor coming up towards the house. If there were any doubts who it was, any hopes of rescue, they were soon dashed. As the engine shut off, the captives heard the voices of their kidnappers entering the building, making straight for the room their helpless captives were in.
There was no time to finish getting free, not that they didn’t try, nor could Amanda and Helen hide what they had been trying to do. They moaned in terror, as their abductors came in and saw Amanda partway free, the young woman’s fingers on the cords.
“Trying to escape?” One of the men said, angrily. Amanda felt his hands on her body, lifting her up off the mattress. “I’ll teach you a lesson, bitch!” She sobbed through her gag in fright, her distress echoed by her daughter.
Fortunately for them, one of the other men intervened. “There’s still a chance the ransom might come through. Until we know for sure, we don’t want to damage them.” Even through her relief, Amanda was dismayed to hear that there had been a hold up of some sort in getting the money for their ransom paid. At the least, it meant their captivity would be extended a few more days, maybe even weeks. At the worst…
Amanda didn’t have long to dwell on that, though. The man holding her grunted in frustration, then seemed to have an idea. “Fine, I won’t ‘damage’ the goods. But I’m still gonna teach this bitch a lesson so she’ll behave from here on.”
The frightened woman was carried to a corner of the room, where the kidnappers usually sat while keeping watch on the captive women. The man holding her sat down, pulling Amanda over his knees as he did so. “Time to teach you a lesson, bitch!” He growled. His victim had just enough time to realize what he was planning before the man’s open palm impacted on the naked cheek of her ass with a loud ‘smack!’ Amanda squealed, jumping in the other arm holding her down, more from surprise and shock than the pain, which really wasn’t that but, all things considered. She’d just been spanked by her kidnapper!
He chuckled, raising his hand again and bringing it down with another loud smack that made the older woman jerk again. “Bet it’s been a while since you’ve been spanked like this, huh mom?” Face blushing red with embarrassment, Amanda nodded. She hadn’t been spanked since she was a little girl by her parents. Being treated like that by a strange man was shameful in the extreme.
“And in front of my own daughter too!” She thought, yelping as several more spanks landed on her bottom in quick succession. They were starting to really hurt now, her soft cheeks warming up and becoming tender under the repeated slaps. “At least we’re both blindfolded, so she doesn’t have to watch her mother be spanked…”
After another dozen or so spanks, the man returned his victim to the mattress. She rolled over onto her belly, to keep her bottom out of contact with the surface. That only made it easier for the man to grab her legs, the hogtie rope still trailing from the bound ankles and bend Amanda back into a tight hogtie. After lashing the rope to her wrists once again, the man picked up her daughter next.
“You didn’t think you’d get away without punishment?” The man teased the sobbing teen. “You’re getting spanked, just like your mom.” Helen whimpered, her mother moaning in sympathy for her little girl. A minute later, she heard the same loud smacks, accompanied by high pitched yelps as the man’s hand spanked her daughter’s naked bottom. When he finished, the weeping teen was returned to her spot beside her mother.
“Now, lie still like that and don’t cause trouble, ladies.” The man warned sternly. “Or you’ll get worse next time. And if I were you, I’d start praying hubby comes through with that ransom. We’re not going to wait forever and if he’s not willing to pay for the two of you well…” He chuckled evilly. “Let’s just say there are others who’d be more than happy to pay to take you off our hands!”