Synopsis: A kidnapper for Hire receives a rather particular request, that she'll carry out as the professional she is.

Hello y’all. My name is Scarlett Manning, you may remember me from the story below.

https://www.deviantart.com/alhuso3/art/Kidnapper-for-hire-1106861585

I am a kidnapper for hire, known as The Catsuit Kidnapper. This is the story of some request an unknown man did to me.

We had agreed to meet at my usual meeting point, a very private parking in Cloth Street. My client, aka LawyerWanted, arrived in a Range Rover and made our agreed signal for me to approach. As usual, I sneaked, all dressed in my catsuit and my ski mask, into the back seats of his car.

"Good evening," he began, his voice was calm and collected. "I need you to perform a task for me. The subject is a woman named Tessa Hunt” she handed me her picture. “She's going to be leaving her job at a lawyer’s office next Friday night. You know the drill."

I nodded.

"Understood. What's the timeframe?"

He checked his watch, the gleaming silver face reflecting the dim streetlights.

"Tessa will be leaving the office at exactly 8 PM. She's usually the last one to leave on Fridays." His voice was firm, leaving no room for error. "You'll need to wait outside the building, ready to act when she exits. The office is at 234 Cloth Street, second floor. It's often deserted around that time."

My mind raced with the details as I took them in. The cogs of a well-oiled plan began to turn, each piece fitting snugly into place.

"And the method of restraint?" I asked, already picturing the scene in my head.

LawyerWanted pointed at a suitcase across the seat. Inside, I found a set of ropes, a roll of microfoam tape, and a small digital camera.

"Use the ropes to bind her. The tape for her mouth. And the camera," he paused, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror, "is for my personal assurance." His smile was cold, and a shiver ran down my spine despite the warmth of my catsuit.

"I expect you to document everything from the moment you begin with the restraints until she's safely in the suitcase. No editing, no cutting corners. I want to see her fear, her struggle, I’ll want you to tickle her too. Once you have her, you’ll keep her secure for four hours before putting her in the suitcase. Next, you’ll give her to me in this very parking." His instructions were clear and unyielding.

I took the bag, feeling the weight of the cold, hard items inside.

"Four hours," I confirmed, mentally noting the duration of Tessa's captivity.

It was longer than most jobs, which usually didn't exceed two hours. This was going to be a challenge, but the pay was too good to pass up.

"Correct," he said, his eyes never leaving the mirror. "And remember, she must not be harmed. I want her safe and sound, minus the fear and the bindings, of course."

“I never harm them” I confirmed.

With that, our meeting concluded, and we parted ways. The sound of his tires echoed in the quiet parking as he drove off, leaving me alone in the shadows. I studied Tessa’s picture, taking in her features. She had short, curly brown hair and a set of piercing green eyes that seemed to look right through the camera.

Friday came, and I waited patiently for Tessa to leave her job. The clock on the dashboard of my parked car ticked away the seconds, each one feeling like a minute. The night was cool, the air thick with the scent of rain that hadn't quite made its way down yet. I sat in the darkness, watching the entrance of 234 Cloth Street, my heart racing in anticipation. I had done this a hundred times before, but there was always a thrill that came with the hunt.

As 8 PM approached, the office lights began to flicker off one by one. My eyes remained glued to the door, my body coiled like a spring ready to pounce. The sound of heels echoed through the empty street, growing closer with each step. A figure emerged from the building, a briefcase in one hand and a phone in the other, scrolling with a frown. It was Tessa Hunt.

I took a deep breath, checking my surroundings for any signs of life. The coast was clear. Silently, I slipped out of my car, the chloroformed cloth in my hand feeling sticky and cold. The alley was a perfect spot for this, the shadows enveloping me like a second skin as I approached her. She was so engrossed in her phone she didn't hear me until I was right behind her.

"Tessa," I murmured, placing the cloth over her mouth and nose.

She startled, her eyes widening in shock, but the drug began to take effect almost immediately. She struggled, her body jerking as she tried to fight it, but within seconds, she went limp in my arms.

With surprising ease, I lifted her into the trunk of my car, making sure she was secure. The catsuit made me feel like a shadow, moving swiftly and silently. I closed the trunk and slid into the driver's seat. The engine purred to life, and I pulled out of the alley.

I turned off the engine when we got to my safe warehouse and took a moment to collect myself before opening the trunk. Tessa lay there, her chest rising and falling steadily, oblivious to the world.

With the camera positioned on a tripod in the corner of the room, I turned it on and watched the red light blink to life. I took a deep breath and approached Tessa, my gloved hands moving with the precision of a surgeon as I began to tie her wrists. The rope was rough against her skin, but I had to ensure she couldn't escape.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she gasped as she took in her surroundings. The panic set in immediately, her eyes darting around the room.

“Who are you? What am I doing here?”

“Good morning, Tessa. I don’t know what you did, but I’ve been paid a nice money to hold you for a while, so let’s put on a good show, shall we?”

Her eyes searched for my masked face, looking for any sign of humanity.

“HEEEEEEEELP!!!” she screamed, suddenly.

I moved fast. I grabbed a sponge and stuffed it inside her mouth. Next, I took the microfoam tape provided by my client and began wrapping it around her head, sealing the sponge in.

“MPHHHHHHH” she yelled.

“Now that’s more like it. So let’s go on, okay?”

Her eyes filled with tears as I tied her elbows together. The ropes dug into her skin, and she whimpered. With her hands secured behind her back, I moved on to her ankles, looping the rope tightly around them. Her legs kicked out in protest, but I held firm, my movements swift and efficient.

Her skirt rode up as I worked, revealing her toned legs and the expensive-looking heels she had been wearing. I had to admit, she looked good, even in this situation. I continued upwards, looping the rope around her calves and then her thighs.

Once her legs were bound, I helped Tessa to the floor, her body sliding down the side of the car with a soft thud. She wobbled unsteadily on the concrete. The cold air made her shiver, and she looked up at me with a mix of fear and anger in her eyes. I could sense her nipples hardening against the cold concrete.

I bent Tessa’s knees to her elbows, tying the rope tightly to keep her in a hogtie. She struggled, but it was useless. The more she fought, the tighter the knots became.

“Mphhh” she let out some muffled moans from time to time.

Finally, she was secured, her body contorted in a way that was both uncomfortable and strangely appealing. Her breaths came in shallow gasps as she stared up at me, the realization of her situation sinking in.

I took the camera and film some close-ups of her predicament, her face red with anger and embarrassment.

I left it back on the tripod and approached her.

“Trust me I’m not proud of this” I confessed.

“Mph?”

Her eyes grew wide as I took a seat on a metal chair I had set up before her. I leaned in and whispered into her ear.

"But my client wants me to tickle you a bit, and I don’t like to disappoint."

Her body stiffened, her eyes begging me not to. But the job was the job, and the payday was too sweet to refuse. So, I took a deep breath and began to tickle her bare feet.

Her toes curled and uncurled, her body writhing in the ropes as she tried to escape the maddening sensation. She kicked and squirmed, her muffled giggles and squeals filling the cold, empty room. The camera captured every moment, the red light blinking away in the corner.

“MPHHHAHAHHHHHHAHAHAHH” she exclaimed.

The sound of her muffled protests and laughter was like a symphony to my ears. Her legs bucked, her body arching as I tickled her more vigorously, my gloved fingers dancing over her sensitive soles. I watched the way her chest moved with each breath, the way her eyes watered and her cheeks turned pink.

“Enough for now, honey” I told her as I moved apart from her. “Now I must leave you for a moment, don’t go anywhere” I mocked.

With a smirk, I went to the small office I had set up in the corner of the warehouse. I returned with a wooden chair that had seen better days. Its legs scraped the floor as I dragged it closer to Tessa.

“Let’s get you more comfortable, sweetie”.

With a sigh, I untied the ropes that kept her in the hogtie, her body falling limp for a moment before I caught her legs, supporting her weight with an ease that came from experience. Then, I undid the rope binding her wrists to her waist, and helped her up on the chair.

“As for me, comfortability means less clothes, you know?” I teased.

Then, ignoring, once again, her muffled pleas, I pulled up her top and caress her breasts a bit. Next, I pulled down her skirt to the rope binding her thighs.

“Now let’s make sure you don’t fall down, sweetie”.

Ignoring Tessa’s pleading gaze, I wrapped the rope around her waist and secured it to the back of the chair.

"Mmmph," she protested, her voice muffled by the sponge. I couldn’t help but smirk at her predicament.

Moving swiftly, I tied her wrists to her ankles, ensuring she couldn’t reach any knot. Then, I began the delicate task of binding her breasts to the chair. Her eyes grew even wider as she watched, the fear mixing with something else. I took my time, wrapping the rope around her, feeling her skin's warmth and the softness of her breasts.

"Mph, mph, mph," she protested from time to time.

I stepped back, admiring my handiwork. Tessa was now securely tied to the chair, her legs bent at the knees and her wrists bound to her ankles. I leaned in closer, my breath warm against her cheek as I whispered.

"You look beautiful like this."

“MPHHHHHH!!” she kept yelling.

With a smirk, I straddled her lap, feeling her tense beneath me. Her eyes grew even wider as she felt my weight pressing down on her. The rope around her chest made her breasts spilled out, the cold air making her nipples peak.

"Now, let's have some fun," I purred, my voice a mix of sweetness and danger.

Straddling Tessa’s lap, I could feel her body tense up as my catsuit-covered thighs pressed against her. I leaned in closer, my hands reaching out to cup her cheeks. My thumbs stroked her cheeks gently, feeling the softness of her skin as she squirmed beneath my touch.

I began kissing her through my mask and her gag, listening to her moans of despair.

"You’re so beautiful when you’re scared," I murmured.

I stepped back to admire my handiwork, my eyes lingering on the way the ropes hugged her body. But as I checked the time on the dusty clock hanging on the wall, I realized we had a while before the handoff. Two hours, to be exact. Plenty of time to ensure my client was more than satisfied.

As I moved away from Tessa, I couldn't help but notice the dark spot on the crotch of her panties. Her breathing had become shallower, and her cheeks were flushed. It was clear she was aroused despite her predicament.

“Are you enjoying this, ma’am?”

She shook her head ‘no’ and kept struggling, although her red cheeks gave her away.

“Well I’ll let you to cool off for a bit. Then we’ll see what to do with you”.

With a final caress of her cheek, I retreated to the safety of the shadows, my eyes never leaving hers. I picked up the camera, my heart racing as I moved behind it, watching her squirm and struggle against her bonds. The red light was a beacon of power, a silent witness to her fear and arousal.

From my vantage point, I could see every detail of her predicament. The way the ropes dug into her skin, the way she tried to pull away from the chair, her eyes pleading silently through the gag. I zoomed in, capturing the beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead, the way her chest heaved with each ragged breath.

Deciding it was time to mix things up, I approached her and began to untie her from the chair. She looked at me with a mix of hope and fear in her eyes, not knowing what I had planned next. With a gentle but firm touch, I freed her from the chair, keeping the ropes tight around her body.

"Let's make this more... intimate" I winked at her.

I took a pair of scissors from a bag and approached her. She looked at me wide-eyed, terrified.

"MPHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"Oh, don't worry, darling, I won't hurt you. I told you so".

With a quick snip, I cut through the fabric of her panties, the sound echoing through the cold, empty warehouse. Tessa's eyes went wide with shock and fear as I revealed her bare skin to the chilly air. I could see the goosebumps that had formed on her thighs and the dampness between her legs. She was trying to keep her composure, but her body was telling a different story.

Moving in closer, I could smell her arousal, sweet and potent. Without another word, I took down my  catsuit and cut my own underwear. Then, I began tearing off the tape surrounding her mouth and she spitted out the sponge.

"Oh, please. I'll pay you!! Just let me go!!"

"I'm sorry, sweetie, I've got a reputation to maintain" I told her as I shoved both of our panties inside her mouth.

Next, I repeated the process, wrapping the microfoam tape around her mouth, sealing both of our underwear inside.

"I think I want you quieter" I teased.

So I took a scarf and wrapped it over her massive gag, covering her nose and mouth, in an OTN style.

"Let's get you ready for deliver".

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she yelled, her eyes watering again.

"Oh, ma'am, stop feigning. You're actually enjoying this, aren't you?" I mocked again.

"Mphh mphhhhhh" she kept shooking her head.

With precious movements, I forced her down on the floor, so that she sat on the floor. I took several coils of rope and bound her knees to her breasts, and her ankles to her thighs. Next, I did the same with her wrists to her waist, so that she could barely move. But I added a personal touch.

"Consider this a gift, honey" I told her as I forced the rope between her legs and pressed it against her intimacy. "Enjoy your last hour here, honey. I've got the feeling your next destination won't be so comfortable".

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

With the final knots in place, I stepped back and took a moment to appreciate my work. Her legs were bound so tightly to her chest that she could barely move. Her eyes searched mine, begging for release, but I had a job to finish. I picked up the camera and began filming again, the red light a constant reminder of her plight.

I decided to go easy on her on this one, and left her alone, deciding not to tease her.

For the next hour, I watched her struggle, her body writhing against the ropes that held her in place. Her moans grew muffled as the scarf pushed our combined underwear further into her mouth, the fabric darkening with each passing minute. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of power as I captured her fear and arousal on film.

"Well I'm sorry sweetie, but our time together has come to an end".

"MPhhhhh?" she asked, her eyes filled with fear in anticipation.

I took the suitcase and opened it before her.

"Looks cozy," I said with a grin.

I picked Tessa up, her legs still bound tightly to her chest, and placed her into the open suitcase. Her eyes grew wide with panic as she realized what was happening. I took a moment to appreciate the way her body fit snugly inside the case, the ropes pressing into her skin, leaving little room to maneuver.

"Now, stay there, don't go anywhere, okay?" I mocked.

"MPHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she kept yelling as I closed the suitcase.

The click of the suitcase lock was like a gunshot in the silence, sending a thrill through my body. Then, I took the USB from the camera and slipped it into my pocket, feeling the weight of the evidence of Tessa's ordeal against my thigh. I took the suitcase and took it to the trunk of my car.

With the suitcase in the backseat, I started the engine and headed back to Cloth Street, the rain now coming down in sheets. The parking lot was empty, save for a single car: a sleek, black Range Rover. I knew that belonged to LawyerWanted. I pulled up alongside it, my heart racing.

I stepped out of the car. I popped the trunk and pulled out the suitcase, the sound of Tessa’s muffled protests from inside it making me smirk.

He stepped out of his car, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses despite the night. He walked over, his movements calm and deliberate.

"Good evening," I greeted, handing over the suitcase.

He took it with a nod, the rain splattering against the leather of his gloves.

"Is she... safe?"

"I told you, I never harm them." I assured him, my voice steady despite the excitement coursing through me.

With a nod of his head, LawyerWanted reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope, which he handed to me. It was thick with cash, my payment for the job well done. I took it and slipped it into my utility belt without counting. The weight was all the confirmation I needed.

Then, I gave him the USB and moved out, leaving the suitcase there. From then on, it wasn't my problem anymore.

Later that night, in a fancy house.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” LawyerWanted asked as he unzipped the suitcase.

A thoroughly bound and gagged Tessa Hunt looked at her ‘buyer’ from inside it, but there was no longer fear in her look. More like amusement.

“Did you enjoy your birthday present?” LawyerWanted, aka Trevor Hunt, asked his wife as he undid the gag.

“Oh, my God I did!! That was awesome! Thanks, honey! But did you ask her to gag me with her panties?”

“That was her idea”.

“Nice touch though”.

“So… do you want to be free?”

“Already? No way! Just give me some water and better gag me again. We’ve got a movie to watch” she winked happily.