A while back, I started working on a story alongside LlamaMasterReborn and ARainyKnight where we each took turns writing a couple paragraphs of an ongoing story. Part 1 has already been posted over at LlamaMasterReborn 's page, it can be found here:

Marie's Captivity - Part 1 (Round Robin)Author’s Notes: This story contains nudity, kidnapping, and bondage/damsel-in-distress themes; future sections will include mild-to-moderate sexual content. If any of that is something you’re uncomfortable with, please do not read any further. All characters are 18 or older.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Marie woke to the gentle sound of music over the low rumbling of tires… a car radio? That much made sense to her hazy mind, but as she slowly came to her senses, nothing else about her situation made any sense at all. Not the dull ache in her head, not the fuzzy blank in her memories, not the fact that she was in a car at all… and definitely not the sudden, stomach-turning realization that she’d been restrained. She could feel tight coils of rope at her wrists as she tried to push herself up from the floorboard she was lying on, restricting her movements, and even more rope bindings all the way down her legs. A thick rubber ball completely filled her mouth, stretching her jaw to the point of aching, and no amount of prodding with her pinned-down tongue would make it budge.

She broke out in a cold sweat as every passing second made her realize the depth of her predicament in even further detail. Why was it dark outside the windows? What time was it, and why couldn’t she see any of the familiar lights? Who was that humming along to the radio tunes in the front seat, just out of sight? And why – why the heck had they left her in her underwear!? Stripped down to her frilly lavender bra and panties, thigh-high socks and Mary Janes… she was almost completely exposed, and her body was encircled with a harness of snug ropes that just flattered her curves even further. Full breasts, wide hips, soft thighs, all of them alluringly squeezed by her restraints and rubbing at her skin as she squirmed anxiously in place.

All of those questions were bubbling up to her lips at once, but she couldn’t get much more than a timid moan out through her ball gag, already slicked with her spit. Her muffled voice barely rose above the noise of the car and the radio, but it must’ve been enough to catch her captor’s attention, because the humming stopped mid-chorus as soon as she finished. She immediately regretted drawing attention to herself – maybe she could’ve tried to slip out of the ropes while they weren’t paying attention – but really, who was she kidding? She didn’t have the first clue about how to untie herself, and despite herself, she wanted to hear her captor’s voice. Maybe it’d at least help her make sense of this insane turn of events…

“Oh, you already awake back there?”

It didn’t help at all.

~~

Marie kept quiet, not wanting to give her kidnapper any more information or clues about herself than absolutely necessary. After a few seconds, the woman in the front seat just chuckled.

“Well, don’t worry. We’re leaving behind your quiet, solitary life for something much more exciting.”

That didn’t make her feel any better. How did her captor know about the kind of life she had been living? The tedious monotony of her waitress job… the amount of time she spent at home alone on the weekends… the fact that she hadn’t had any kind of sexual pleasure for months now, apart from the times when she slipped a few fingers between her own legs (with her other hand running through her long black hair)… no, she tried to reassure herself. It wasn’t possible. The woman was just taking a shot in the dark and trying to scare her.

*BANG*

Marie yelped as the noise rang out. For a second, she hoped that maybe someone — the police, or an aggressive driver — had shot at the car. Then, when the driver swore and she heard a strange noise from one of the tires, she realized it was just a flat. The car soon pulled off to the side of the road, and the noise of the engine died down.

“Now, just sit there and relax,” her captor instructed. “We’ll be back on the road soon enough.”

She nodded meekly and mumbled an affirmative noise into her gag as the driver stepped outside. It wasn’t like she could do anything else. Soon, however, she felt a spark of hope in her heart when she heard another vehicle slow down next to them.

~~

Marie kept quiet as the other vehicle slowed, pulling off the road ahead of them. Her heart leapt as she heard a door open and footsteps on the gravel siding as the driver got out. They were coming over! The person must have said something, still too far away for Marie to make out, but she heard her captor’s reply, muffled through the car doors:

“It’s nothing really, just a flat tire. I’ll have it fixed in no time.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind lending a hand. I know I’d want some help if I got a flat tire on a dark road, late at night.” The other driver said. They were getting closer, Marie could hear their voice now, another woman.

“No really, I don’t need any help, and I don’t want to be a trouble...” Marie’s captor continued to protest, “I’m sure you’ve got somewhere you need to be.” Silently, Marie willed the other woman to keep getting closer. She knew she would only have one chance at this…

“It’s no trouble at all...I don’t have anywhere I need to be for a while, just thought I’d take a long drive, clear my head.” The newcomer said, continuing to draw closer.

“Now!” Marie thought, springing into action. Frantically, she started kicking against the car door, as hard as she could. She considered kicking at the window, but the thought of what the broken glass might do to her feet if she kicked it too hard made her hesitate.

“Mmmppphhh!!!” Marie screamed, as loud as she could, through the ballgag wedging her jaws apart. “Eeellll eeeee!!!!” Loud as she screamed, the gag muffled it to a low groaning. She could only pray it would be loud enough to reach the other driver...

~~

“Hey, do you hear something…?” The sound of the other woman’s voice just outside the door made Marie hold still just long enough to listen, and then start kicking even harder than before. This might actually be working!

“Oh, that’s just the stereo. The bass on mine really thumps, you know?”

“That… doesn’t quite sound right.” Marie’s efforts finally bore fruit when a woman’s face leaned in close to the car window and peered inside – it took a few seconds to even process what she was seeing, long enough for Marie’s kidnapper to join her by the window, but once she recognized the sight of Marie lying bound and gagged in the back for what it was, her eyes went wide. She looked to the kidnapper, accusation in her eyes, but the kidnapper nonchalantly shrugged and opened the door with a flourish.

“Alright, you got me. The things you do for your kinky friends, am I right?” She winked in Marie’s direction. “She gets embarrassed real easily, so that’s why I tried to just play it cool…"

If she was expecting cooperation on Marie’s part, she had another thing coming! Marie shook her head furiously, groaning the closest thing she could manage to a ‘no’ out through the rubber ball in her mouth, and some combination of those things seemed to get the point across well enough. The other woman suspiciously backed off, reaching into her purse for something-

“…Eh. Not buying it, huh?"

The kidnapper moved so quickly that even Marie jolted in place from the suddenness of her lunge – she grabbed the other woman’s arm, snatched the smartphone out of her hand, and tossed it aside in one swift motion, slipping around behind to pin the woman’s arm behind her back. She certainly moved like someone who knew what she was doing, a worrying notion in its own right.

“Oww! Hey, what do you think you’re-”

“Sheesh, just hold still for a sec and-!” Try as she might to wriggle her way out of the open car door, Marie clearly wasn’t going anywhere tied up like this, and all she could do was watch as the kidnapper deftly got the upper hand over the other woman. With both arms now wrestled behind her back, the other woman was already starting to look around in the darkness for any sign of anyone else, opening her mouth to yell for help, but before she could even get out a word, there was a rag pressed over her nose and mouth… one that gave Marie a decent idea of why her own head felt so fuzzy.

The other woman kept on struggling, but it was obvious that her movements were getting weaker and more sluggish with every passing second. Her eyes stared blankly into the distance before finally falling shut, and as her head slumped forward, Marie met eyes with her kidnapper once again – smiling without a care in the world.

“Heh…” She sheepishly chuckled, scratching at her head now that her latest catch didn’t require her full attention to keep a grip on anymore. “Crisis and opportunity, am I right?"

~~

“Now, let’s get your little would-be rescuer nice and comfy.”

Marie moaned into her gag as the kidnapper dragged the other woman — a middle-aged lady in a tank top and jeans — to the back of the car. When she heard the trunk open and the distinctive sound of duct tape ripping, a wave of guilt washed over her. Not only had she failed to escape, but now she had gotten this nice stranger kidnapped just because she had tried to help.

Soon, her captor appeared back in the doorway. Her hands were on her hips, and she drummed her fingers against her side for a second before continuing: “You know, if we have any more issues like a flat tire and somebody stops to help, I really don’t need you causing a ruckus back here.”

Marie’s eyes widened as the woman pulled the rag back out. She tried struggling against her restraints again, but ultimately, she was even more helpless to stop what was happening than the stranger had been. Within minutes, she had been forced back under…

When she awoke once more, not much had changed. She was still in the car, in the exact same state of tied-up, gagged, and mostly undressed that she had been earlier. Now, however, she was sitting upright in the backseat with the windows rolled down, which allowed her a slightly better idea of what was happening outside the car. It appeared as though they were parked inside a large warehouse. A series of muffled shouts and thuds from behind her suggested that the other victim had awakened and was equally unhappy about her predicament. A few yards away from the car, her kidnapper was talking with a man in a suit — he looked like he was probably in his mid-50s.

“…exactly as you instructed, boss.”

“Yes, I can see that. Who the fuck is the woman in the trunk?”

“There were — complications. I got a flat tire on the way; she pulled over and offered to help. I tried to ward her off, but between her nosiness and our little troublemaker here, she realized what was going on. I didn’t have many options.”

“What have I told you about picking up extra merchandise? Our little outfit survives by flying under the radar and grabbing just enough girls that nobody gets suspicious.”

“Our ‘little outfit’ isn’t gonna survive if someone calls the cops on me, or any one of us,” Marie’s captor replied angrily. “And who was it that ordered us to capture that group of calendar girls about a year ago?”

“…goddammit. All right, whatever. Just have A and T get them changed into the usual wardrobe and ready to film their promo. I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

With that, he turned and briskly walked away.

“Paranoid ass,” the kidnapper muttered under her breath, before turning back to the car and placing her hands on the edge of the window with a smile. “Hey there, sweetheart. Ready to become a star?”

To be continued...

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