I sat back and reflected on the events leading up to this point.  It wasn't like I could do much else.  I took one last look out the window at the car in the other lane, hoping the woman driving the SUV would notice my plight.  But her gaze remained fixed on the road.  Even if she had glanced in my direction, through the tinted windows, she would be unable to notice my lips smashed against my teeth by layers upon layers of clear packing tape, and she would definitely be unable to hear me frantically trying to form coherent words past the panties that had been packed into my mouth and held securely their by the tape for the past several hours.  She would have no idea that beneath my shirt and bra, a complicated rope harness both tortured and enhanced my breasts, complete with aggravating and painful clamps affixed to my nipples, and held me firmly to my seat, preventing me from bashing my head against the windows in a futile attempt to get attention, or, in moments of complete panic, to hurt myself.  She couldn't possibly even guess that instead of wearing my panties, which were now soaking in my saliva in my mouth, I had been forced into an adult diaper, what had been originally been explained as to keep me from having an accident on the long trip, but I figured quickly that its purpose was clearly twofold, seeing both how much being forced into the diaper embarrassed me, and how much my captor seemed to enjoy my diapered condition.

The SUV sped past us, its driver blissfully unaware of the kidnapping taking place right next to her.  Frustrated, I turned to the driver, my kidnapper, pleading with her with my eyes, knowing by now that the little noises I was able to make through my panty packed mouth seemed to only please her.

“Aw, what's the matter baby?” She coed, further enforcing my idea that the diaper was there for more than just to protect the seats of her sedan.  She reached over to me, finding the chain connecting to my nipple clamps through my shirt, and pulled on them, eliciting a moan from me as my tender buds were jerked, sending fresh waves of pain to their sore tips.

She gave the chain one more yank, then moving up the chain to grope my aching boobs before turning her attention back to the road.



I thought back to my abduction, unsure of whether it had been spontaneous, or well planned.  Had I just been in the wrong place at the wrong time, or had my kidnapper stalked me before hand.

I was on my usual morning run through the park near my house.  The small pavilion with the water fountain I usually stopped at had a single blue sedan parked at it.  Unusual for that time of the morning, but not that remarkable.  

I jogged up to the pavilion, disappointed to see there was a trash bag over the water fountain.  The day was already hot, and I had been looking forward to that fountains refreshment for the last mile.  

“I think they're all down.”  The voice startled me, and I turned, seeing a woman I hadn't noticed by the car.

“Didn't mean to startle you,” she went on.  I relaxed a bit.  As a young woman, running into strangers while running alone always put me on alert.  But it was broad daylight, and the stranger this time happened to be a woman in her thirties not much bigger than me.  I tensed up when she tossed something at me, but by the time the object had arced through the air I had relaxed enough to catch the object that turned out to be a half empty bottle of red Gatorade.

“It's not cold, but it's wet.”

“Thanks,” I replied, still a little uneasy.  I didn't want to seem rude though, and I was thirsty.  I unscrewed the cap and put it to my lips.

She was right, it wasn't cold, but it wasn't too warm, and once I had the first sip I ended up taking way more than I I originally intended.

I thanked her again, tossing the now nearly empty bottle back.  My arm felt heavy as I threw it, and the bottle fell way short of making it back to her.  Embarrassed, I started forward to retrieve it for her, but I stumbled on the little hill leading up to the pavilion and parking lot.  

“Are you alright?” the woman asked.  

“Yeah,” I responded, but in truth, I was feeling really weird.  My head was swimming, and I felt kind of woozy.

“Here,” she said, meeting me and helping up the hill.  My brain was still spinning, but finally, I was able to put the pieces together.

“You.  You drugged me,” I said, feeling almost too weak to form words.

“You catch on quick, sweetie,” she said, now dragging my barely resisting body towards her car.

I was surprisingly out of breath, but it occurred to me that I needed to do something, fast.  I sucked in a breath, bracing myself to scream for help as loud as I possibly could.

Anticipating my next move, she grabbed an apple that was sitting on the roof of her car with a bite out of it, and shoved it into my mouth just as I opened it to scream.  “Oh no you don't,” she said, pushing the apple deep into my mouth.  My teeth settled into the firm fruit, and I found the apple securely wedged in my mouth.  My drugged attempts to spit the fruit out proved fruitless, and while I was busy trying to rid myself of the impromptu gag, she had wrangled up my hands up, and having produced a roll of clear packing tape from who knows where, she deftly bound my wrists together in front of me.

It was all happening so fast, and whatever had been in that Gatorade made me putty in her hands.  

I let out a startled gasp as I felt her yank my shirt up over my breasts.  My sports bra followed in quick succession, and my firm breasts sprang free.  Ignoring for the moment that there was an apple blocking my speech, I tried pleading with her, but my lethargic, unintelligible moans went unheeded.  She spun me around, shoving me into the side of the car.  My naked tits smashed against the passenger window.  She left me there, too stunned to move, while she opened up the back seat and produced a black duffel bag.  She pulled out a length of rope from the bag, and whilst keeping my pinned against the car door, my bound hands trapped at my waist, my mouth still firmly gagged with the apple, she began to wrap my chest in rope.

My futile struggling was wearing me out, and my head began to nod, the strength required to even hold up my head completely sapped by the drug.  I was about down for the count when she pulled me back up.  She had fastened a harness around my breasts, and as I my head lolled back and forth across my chest, I could see the tight ropes enhanced my bust.

She spun me back around, checking the ropes from the front before carefully laying me down on the ground by the car.

She retrieved something else from her bag, something thick and white.  “We've got a long trip ahead of us,” she said, speaking for the first time since shoving the apple in my mouth, as she unfolded the object over me.  I grunted unhappily, still trying to will my body to wake up and fight. “We can't have you having any accidents in my car.  I'm sure you understand.”  As she said that, she finished unfolding the object, and I understood what it was, and what it was meant for.

It was a diaper.

The shock was starting to wear off, maybe the drugs to, and I realized that this was very serious.  This woman was kidnapping me.  She'd drugged me, tied me, and now she was going to put me in a diaper because she was going to take me somewhere very, very far from here.

“Lift your butt up, sweetie,” she told me in a soothing tone that had the opposite of the intended effect.  I began to struggle, bucking and kicking my legs, albeit weakly, and if anything my thrashing only helped her grab the waistband of my shorts and panties and yank them down my legs and over my shoes, which soon followed.  Suddenly I was naked save for my tank top and sports bra, which were still hiked up over my chest, and my socks.

I was crying, but as my panic deepened, my strength seemed to be coming back, and I managed to land a solid kick into my kidnapper's side.  If I still had my shoes on, it might have done something, but she only smiled.

“Someone's getting a little feisty,” she said with a grin that sent chills down my spine.  She leaned over and retrieved the Gatorade bottle from where I had thrown it earlier.  In her absence, I had reached up my bound hands to my mouth, wondering why I hadn't tried this maneuver earlier, and was trying to remove the apple from my mouth.  She returned just as I almost unwedged the fruit from my aching jaw.

“Let me help you with that,” she said, swiping my hands back down and yanking the apple from my mouth.  I choked as the apple's sweet juice was squeezed from the fruit and fell into my throat as I was inhaling to once again try to scream for help.  Suddenly she had shoved the Gatorade bottle back into my mouth, draining the last of it's drugged contents into my waiting mouth.  Desperate not to choke, I swallowed, drinking it up.

Still weakened from my last dose, the drugs had an almost immediate effect on me, and I found it hard to even raise my arms back up defensively.  I was once again completely helpless to stop her as she pulled the empty bottle from my mouth, covering my mouth firmly with her hand to prevent me from calling for help, even though I was still too busy trying to recover from nearly choking.  

“Now,let's try something a little less conspicuous than that apple.”  I thought she was going back to her bag of tricks, but instead she grabbed my discarded panties, pulling them apart from my shorts.  I moaned, shaking my head in protest behind her hand as she balled up my sweaty, pink hipster panties.  “Open wide,” she said, removing her hand from my lips and pressing the salty fabric against my mouth.  I gritted my teeth, desperate to prevent this humiliating intrusion, but she easily pinched my cheeks between my teeth, forcing my mouth open to receive my new gag, and stuffing the fabric home with her other hand.

The taste was awful, and super humiliating.  She worked my panties all the in, past my lips, behind my teeth, smashing my tongue down as the cloth filled every inch of space in my mouth, effectively silencing me.  Just as she had forced my mouth open, she cupped her hand under my chin and forced me to close my mouth over the thick wad of underwear.  Then she pinched my lips shut, and once again produced the roll of clear packing tapping.  First one strip across my lips, then a second, then finally a third strip of the clear adhesive was plastered across my mouth, sealing my own panties firmly in my mouth.

She leaned over, kissing the tape covering my lips.  “Now that you're all nice and quiet, let's finish getting you all diapered and ready to go.”

I surrendered to the drugs fogging my brain, laying there limply as she slid the childish garment under my butt.  I had the vague thought that it was more comfortable than the asphalt my bare ass had been resting on until then, and was oddly grateful that she took the time to dust off my cheeks before setting my down on the diaper.  Then the diaper was pulled up between my legs and tapped snugly over my hips.  

She patted my now very padded crotch, and then stood, grabbing my rope harness and pulling me up with her.  My legs were too weak to support me, so she held me up while she opened the passenger door and dumped me unceremoniously inside.  She wrestled me into a sitting position, attaching my chest harness to the seat, securing me in the seat.  Then more rope was busted out, and she tied my ankles to the bar under the seat.  Lastly, she unwrapped the tape from my wrists, and the proceeded to tie each hand individually to the bar under the seat, keeping them firmly pulled down by my sides.  I knew that even when my strength returned and the drugs wore off, I'd be totally helpless.  

“One last thing before we hit the road.”  She fished around in her bag before returning with a pair of clamps attached by a chain.

I grunted my feeble protests, shaking my head, trying to plead with my eyes.  As usual, they went unheeded, and she messaged my nipples.  The rest of my body may have been drugged and unresponsive, but the girls came to attention almost immediately, and she affixed the clips to my nipples, giving my breasts one last quick fondle before pulling my bra and shirt back down, fastening my seat belt, and shutting the door.  I realized that with the clear tape gag and the shirt over the harness with the only exposed ropes below my waist, from the outside of the car, it would be nearly impossible to tell I was a bound, gagged and diapered prisoner.

I watched out the window as my captor tossed the duffel bag into the back seat, along with my shorts, shoes and the Gatorade bottle.  The last thing she did before getting into the driver side was pull the trash bag off of the water fountain, taking a long pull of it's cool, clean, refreshing water.  All I had wanted was a drink of that water.

Then she was starting the car.  “You ready to hit the road?” she asked rhetorically, as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards the main road.