Kayla Grace was hot on the trail for her latest story. There were rumors that a local fabrics shop was selling scarves, rugs, and other items under the impression that they were hand made in Nepal when really they were all made in factories elsewhere. Not that there was necessarily anything wrong with this, be that most vendors procured their items this way. It was more about the principal of the matter. This particular store was charging way higher for their products, falsely advertising that they were hand made. It was Kayla's mission to expose that first hand.
She arrived at the store, dressed her very best in one of her cozy yet highly fashionable outfits suited for the renowned reporter that she was. Earlier in her career she might have sheepishly walked in, cautiously surveying the scene and trying to keep a low profile. Now, she had started to make a name for herself, and wherever she went people started to recognize her. Then again, photos of her bound and gagged had ended up on the front page of multiple newspapers many times now. So her ability to turn heads was understandable.
Confidently walking into the store, Kayla began browsing the many aisles of products admiring how beautiful all the rugs and scarves looked out on display. There was a certain smell to the store as well that really drew you in and made you nostalgic for a place you'd never been before. This store was at least winning points for presentation!
Walking up to one of the rugs she reached out to inspect the tag when she was called out to from behind.
"Miss! Excuse me. Please do not touch. If you need help getting an item down just let me know."
Kayla turned around. It was the owner, Alice, and god was she absolutely gorgeous. Kayla had seen photos of her, but none of them had done her justice. Kayla knew from her research that the woman was exactly 50 years old on the dot, but it seemed as though with each day her beauty had grown and grown. She was wearing a flowery blouse tucked into a long silk skirt that ended right at her knees. Her legs were wrapped in a silky pair of stockings, and her feet were tucked into a cozy pair of black loafers with a small block heel.
Kayla turned around. It was the owner, Alice, and god was she absolutely gorgeous. Kayla had seen photos of her, but none of them had done her justice. Kayla knew from her research that the woman was exactly 50 years old on the dot, but it seemed as though with each day her beauty had grown and grown. She was wearing a flowery blouse tucked into a long silk skirt that ended right at her knees. Her legs were wrapped in a silky pair of stockings, and her feet were tucked into a cozy pair of black loafers with a small block heel.
Kayla had been so confident walking into the store, but now that she had come face to face with Alice she was falling apart. She hated herself for folding so quickly. Taking a deep breath she tried to rally and remember that Alice was potentially screwing over her customers and needed to be taken down.
"Sorry about that," Kayla finally managed, "I just wanted to see where this rug was made."
"Well, no need to look at any tags. Everything in here is handmade by local artisans in Nepal."
"Well, no need to look at any tags. Everything in here is handmade by local artisans in Nepal."
"Got it, I'm curious about the kind of care these rugs need. Is that info online, or do they come with washing instructions like...on the tag or something."
Alice narrowed her eyes. Kayla's stomach sank and a lump formed in her throat. Alice was gorgeous, but she was also really fucking intimidating. Especially given the fact that she stood a few inches over Kayla...maybe even more.
Alice narrowed her eyes. Kayla's stomach sank and a lump formed in her throat. Alice was gorgeous, but she was also really fucking intimidating. Especially given the fact that she stood a few inches over Kayla...maybe even more.
"Well, I can say that these rugs do indeed require very special care. In fact, why don't I show you. Making sure you take good care of your new rug is key to making sure it stays in the best possible condition. Follow me."
Alice beckoned for Kayla to follow her as she strode off down the aisle. Following at her heels, Kayla trailed behind Alice as they walked toward the back of the store. It took all of Kayla's willpower not to stare at Alice's ass and shapely legs. The way her skirt clung to her body was just...
Alice beckoned for Kayla to follow her as she strode off down the aisle. Following at her heels, Kayla trailed behind Alice as they walked toward the back of the store. It took all of Kayla's willpower not to stare at Alice's ass and shapely legs. The way her skirt clung to her body was just...
Kayla shook her head. She needed to stay focused. She didn't like the vibes she was getting from Alice. She had a sinking feeling that she was already on to her. Kayla needed to stay alert lest she walk into a...
"Shit."
Trap.
Trap.
Alice had rounded the corner, and as Kayla did the same she was met by a surprise attack from Alice who lunged at Kayla wrapping both of her arms around the nosy reporter. Kayla fought hard against her, but Alice's grip was strong and she had no issues hauling Kayla through the air and toward one of the storage rooms. Alice kicked open the door and shoved Kayla inside. She quickly slammed the door behind her and locked it.
Kayla was in some real trouble now...
"What the fuck?!" She shouted at Alice.
"I should be saying the same thing to you," Alice replied. "Why are you poking your nose around my store, huh? You trying to put together some kind of hit piece?"
"Hit piece?" said Kayla. "Gee, for someone who swears that there's no funny business going on you sure seem awfully defensive."
"I'm defensive because a lousy little snoop is sticking their nose where it doesn't belong."
"Yeah, well if you were really running a legit operation there would be nothing to worry about."
"I don't like your tone," sneered Alice, "you seem to be implying some awfully nasty things."
"Sorry, but you're not really doing a good job of convincing me otherwise."
"Hit piece?" said Kayla. "Gee, for someone who swears that there's no funny business going on you sure seem awfully defensive."
"I'm defensive because a lousy little snoop is sticking their nose where it doesn't belong."
"Yeah, well if you were really running a legit operation there would be nothing to worry about."
"I don't like your tone," sneered Alice, "you seem to be implying some awfully nasty things."
"Sorry, but you're not really doing a good job of convincing me otherwise."
"Fine," said Alice, "if you want to be a little bitch then so be it. I know just what to do with people like you."
"Oh, I'm sure you d...hey!"
Alice wasted no time in descending upon Kayla with a bunch of silk scarves in hand. She grabbed Kayla's arms and quickly tied them behind her back with the scarves being wound around her wrists and elbows. Forcing Kayla onto the floor, Alice continued to bind her captive with more and more scarves. Kayla could tell by the way Alice cinched each scarf that this wasn't her first rodeo, it couldn't have been. She clearly knew what she was doing.
"So not only are you selling cheap goods for an enormous profit under the false pretenses that they're handmade in Nepal, but add to the list...kidnapping."
Alice rolled her eyes. "At least I'm not a no-good snoop who can't take a hint."
"I'm a reporter, and I was trying to do my job, no thanks to you."
"What you were trying to do is ruin my career."
"Oh, like you're not already doing that yourself," Kayla shot back.
Alice rolled her eyes. "At least I'm not a no-good snoop who can't take a hint."
"I'm a reporter, and I was trying to do my job, no thanks to you."
"What you were trying to do is ruin my career."
"Oh, like you're not already doing that yourself," Kayla shot back.
"God, you are absolutely insufferable."
"Better that than a con woman."
Alice was seething now. Kayla had clearly struck a nerve whether she had meant to or not. Then again, she had a knack for making these kinds of situations worse. She was a gifted journalist, but Alice was right: Kayla could not take a hint sometimes. Reaching for Kayla's boots, Alice ripped them off tossing them angrily to the side before peeling Kayla's long gray socks from her legs. Tying the socks together so that they formed a huge knot in the middle, Alice grabbed Kayla's face as she brandished the makeshift gag.
"Better that than a con woman."
Alice was seething now. Kayla had clearly struck a nerve whether she had meant to or not. Then again, she had a knack for making these kinds of situations worse. She was a gifted journalist, but Alice was right: Kayla could not take a hint sometimes. Reaching for Kayla's boots, Alice ripped them off tossing them angrily to the side before peeling Kayla's long gray socks from her legs. Tying the socks together so that they formed a huge knot in the middle, Alice grabbed Kayla's face as she brandished the makeshift gag.
"Any last words?" Alice asked, menacingly holding the knotted socks.
"You're not going to get away with thmmmmmph!"
Alice grinned as she plunged the the large knot into Kayla's mouth, tying the loose ends of it tightly behind Kayla's head.
"Much better," Alice purred, giving Kayla a boop on the nose.
"Mmmmmmmph!" Kayla mumbled back.
It would have been nice for Alice to have stopped there, but she was far from done. Taking even more scarves she made sure Kayla's legs were thoroughly tied next. Kayla flexed her wrists around, testing her bonds to see how feasible escape would be. The scarves were secure, but not nearly as secure as ropes or tape. She figured that if Alice was away for long enough she'd have her chance to escape.
Or so she thought...
"Okay, darling," Alice said standing up, "time to get this matter all wrapped up."
Lining the storage room walls were shelves of backup inventory, namely lots of extra rugs. Alice laid one of them out before grabbing Kayla and dragging her over to it. She laid her out and then grabbing the edge of the carpet slowly began to roll Kayla up.
Lining the storage room walls were shelves of backup inventory, namely lots of extra rugs. Alice laid one of them out before grabbing Kayla and dragging her over to it. She laid her out and then grabbing the edge of the carpet slowly began to roll Kayla up.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmph..." Kayla groaned as her entire body was wrapped up in the rug.
Thanks to the scarves she had been bound with her movement was already limited, but this was reaching a whole new level of immobility. Kayla's chances of escape were seriously beginning to plummet. She needed a real stroke of luck to get out of this jam.
*BAM!*
The door to the storage closet burst open. Standing in the doorway were two men, black ski masks pulled over their heads and large bags slung over their shoulders. Each holding a gun they aimed them straight at Alice.
"Hands in the air, now!"
Alice calmly obliged, raising her hands. Slamming the door shut behind them the men dropped their weapons and their bags as they descended upon Alice. Kayla could only watch from her rolled up state as the men made quick work of Alice, pushed her onto her stomach and wrenching her arms behind her back and lashing her wrists together with rope.
Alice calmly obliged, raising her hands. Slamming the door shut behind them the men dropped their weapons and their bags as they descended upon Alice. Kayla could only watch from her rolled up state as the men made quick work of Alice, pushed her onto her stomach and wrenching her arms behind her back and lashing her wrists together with rope.
"Ouch, what the hell are you doing?!"
"Robbing you. Isn't that obvious?"
"Ugh, this is absurd!"
"We gotta keep her quiet."
"On it."
"Oh no you....hey, what the fuck! You stop that right now!"
Alice was protesting the fact that one of the robbers had hiked her skirt all the way up exposing the tops of her pantyhose. Grabbing them with both of his hands he pulled them all the way down her legs, quickly peeling off her shoes before fully removing them. Grabbing a handful of her hair, Alice's head was yanked back causing her to squeal.
"Robbing you. Isn't that obvious?"
"Ugh, this is absurd!"
"We gotta keep her quiet."
"On it."
"Oh no you....hey, what the fuck! You stop that right now!"
Alice was protesting the fact that one of the robbers had hiked her skirt all the way up exposing the tops of her pantyhose. Grabbing them with both of his hands he pulled them all the way down her legs, quickly peeling off her shoes before fully removing them. Grabbing a handful of her hair, Alice's head was yanked back causing her to squeal.
"Owmmmmmph!"
In the pantyhose went, the robber making sure all of it was packed into her mouth before pulling the scarf free from her neck and cleave gagging her with it.
In the pantyhose went, the robber making sure all of it was packed into her mouth before pulling the scarf free from her neck and cleave gagging her with it.
"NNNNGPH MMMMMMMGGGPH!"
Alice was seething as she bit down into her own stockings. Kayla, currently chewing on her own socks thanks to Alice, was delighted to see her captor in such a predicament. The robbers continued their work binding Alice, placing her in a strict hogtie. She teetered there on the floor, bouncing around wildly and roaring into her silky gag.
Alice was seething as she bit down into her own stockings. Kayla, currently chewing on her own socks thanks to Alice, was delighted to see her captor in such a predicament. The robbers continued their work binding Alice, placing her in a strict hogtie. She teetered there on the floor, bouncing around wildly and roaring into her silky gag.