Elizabeth paced around the main lodge, staring at her phone, as if by sheer force of will she could make it ring.  It had now been over three hours since she had seen Val, and this wasn’t like her.  

She was past the point of caring if her texts and voicemails made her look like she was being a worrywart.  She fired off another text for Val to please call her back.

“Maybe she went for a walk,” the bartender offered as she made her way back by the bar.  The bartender hadn’t seen the pretty brunette, and that was a face, not to mention a chest, he definitely would have remembered.

“You think?  She’s not really the outdoorsy type,” Elizabeth said.

“Well, if you can’t find her in here.  Besides, even with all the lights everywhere, it’s beautiful up here at night.  Cell service is sketchy out there too.  But I wouldn’t recommend going out there to look for her yourself.  If she still hasn’t turned up in an hour or so, we can try and get together an organized search party, but I wouldn’t sweat it yet.  There’s a storm coming in, but it won’t hit until late tonight, early morning.”

“Thanks,” Elizabeth said, feeling slightly better.  Just give her another hour.  This guy seemed reasonable, and there was a good chance she was panicking prematurely.

She was wondering how she was going to distract herself from worrying for an hour, when it hit her.  If Val had gone outside, she would have taken her coat.  She hadn’t thought to check earlier back at the room to see if it was still there.



“Your friend really seems like she cares about you,” Rick said, watching the petite girl on the monitor as she left the bar.  Val sat beside him, still zip tied to the chair, watching the monitor with concern.

Rick slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a phone.  Val made her first muffled noise of surprise since she’d been gagged when she saw that it was her phone.

“I had to turn it on silent, she was really blowing up your phone,” Rick said, with a grin, showing her the screen, showing text after missed call after concerned text.

Val glared at him over her gag.

He switched screens on the central monitor, and Val realized it was their room.  “I installed the ones in the rooms myself.  The rest of the staff doesn’t even know about them.  Now, what is she up to?  The audio on these things is terrible, but that won’t matter soon.”  

Val watched as Elizabeth went to the closet in their room and began searching the hangars.

“Clever girl, she’s looking for your jacket,” Rick noted as Elizabeth paused, and then slowly pulled Val’s jacket out of the closet.

"I think she’s worried enough.  What do you say we let her know you’re alright?”  He held up her phone again, and Val was startled by the flash of the phone’s camera.  “That’ll do for starters,” he said, showing the bound girl the photo of her, clearly showing her restrained to a chair with her mouth taped over.



Elizabeth put the coat back in the closet.  She wasn’t waiting another hour.  Something was definitely wrong.  She stormed towards the door, meaning to go right back to the bartender and demand that he help her form a search party immediately.  Right as she reached the door to their room, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.  

“Oh thank god,” she said, yanking it out.

She had to stifle a small scream when she saw the picture.  There was Val, tapegagged and tied to a chair.  Even in the small cell phone photo she could see that her friends eyes were red and puffy, as though she’d been crying.

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit,” she breathed, fighting back panic.  She looked again, and saw that the pic had come from Val’s phone.  She was frozen on the spot, unsure of what to do.  She had to tell someone, call 911.  But Val hadn’t taken that picture herself.

Calm down, she told herself.  Who had taken that picture?  And why send it to her?  She wasn’t the person to call if this was some kidnapper looking for a ransom.  It must be Gwyn!  She’d run into Val, they had a good laugh over what a worrywart she was being, and they’d decided to play this little joke on her.  Those bitches.  This wasn’t at all funny.

She called Val’s phone, pacing impatiently.  With each successive ring, the panic began to rise up in the pit of her stomach again.  What if it wasn’t Gwyn?  Why the hell wasn’t anyone picking up?  

Just when she was sure it would go to voicemail, she heard a click as someone answered the phone.  She waited for a second, but she could hear nothing on the other end.  "Val?” she asked, trying to hide the fear in her voice.

“Val can’t come to the phone right now,” a male voice said.  The voice was cold and flat, and definitely not joking around.

Elizabeth’s breath hitched.  She tried to tell herself that this still might be a prank; they could have gotten any guy to answer the phone.  But she knew in her heart this wasn’t the case.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“I just want to help.  You seemed so worried about your friend, I just wanted to tell you she’s fine, and she’s with me.”

“This is your idea of getting me to stop worrying?  I want to talk to Val.”

“That’s just not possible at the moment.  But I do want you to stop worrying. I want you to have fun.  This is your vacation.  And since you seemed incapable of doing that when you were looking for Val, now you can have a good time.”

“Listen to me, you sick fuck.  You let my friend go right now, or I’m going to hang up right now and call the cops.”  She felt pleased with herself.  The anger had come out of nowhere, and she just went with it.

The voice on the other end of the phone didn’t respond immediately.  When he did, his tone was unchanged.  “I hope you got that out of your system, because we both know you’re not gong to do that.  As much as you seem to care about Val, I know you aren’t going to do anything stupid that might put her in danger.  You’re going to do what I say, and everybody will get a happy ending.”

It was Elizabeth’s turn to be speechless.  The gravity of the situation was fully setting in.  The man on the other end of the phone had kidnapped Val, and had clearly been watching her.  She had no idea what he was capable of, and contemplating the possibilities made her head spin.

“Please, just don’t hurt her.  I’ll do whatever you want.”

“That’s the attitude I like.  Now, to show you I’m not such a bad guy, I got you a present.  Go into the bathroom.  In the bottom drawer, you’ll find a little clear earpiece.”

Elizabeth did as she was told.  She held up the tiny piece of electronics.  It looked like something out of a spy movie.

“Now put it in your ear,” the voice commanded.  Elizabeth tentatively pushed the tiny contraption into her right ear.  

“How does that sound?”  Elizabeth jumped as the voice came from inside her ear instead of the phone.  The clarity was a little fuzzier than the phone, but she could definitely hear him.

“I can hear you?” she said, holding the phone in front of her face, unsure of if she still needed it.

“You can hang up now.  I can hear everything you say fine through that earpiece.  That’s to make sure you behave and don’t try and ruin our fun.  You might think you can take it out and I won’t know.  You’re right, I might not.  But are you type of person who’s going to take that kind of a gamble?”

Elizabeth shook her head, and then feeling slightly silly when she realized that he couldn’t see her through the earpiece, she said “No.”

“I didn’t think so.”



Val could only watch helplessly as Rick manipulated her friend.  Whenever his attention was focused on the monitors, she would try and flex and wriggle against the zip ties holding her fast to the chair.  The had a little give in them that gave her hope that if she was able to really try, she might be able to break them, but not without attracting his attention.

The gag was a different story.  She’d managed to part her lips under the tape enough to get her tongue passed them, and she was slowly allowing her drool to pool up against the tape, her saliva weakening the adhesive as her tongue poked and prodded the tape, weakening it further.  Soon she’d be able to open her mouth completely and scream for help if an opportunity arose.

“Elizabeth, this is your vacation, and I meant it when I said I wanted you to have fun,” Rick continued, sitting back in his chair and putting his hands behind his head as he adjusted to the knew communication system.  He’d messed with the settings, but they could both still faintly hear Elizabeth’s shallow breathing over the speakers, and it was very audible every time she swallowed.

“First thing’s first, the outfit.”

They watched as Elizabeth frantically looked around again, searching for the hidden camera.  From the angle, Val guessed it was probably in the fan.

“Don’t get me wrong, sexy sweater is great, and climate appropriate, but you packed that skirt for a reason, and I’d hate for you to go your whole vacation without have a chance to wear it.”

Both girls were startled by the revelation that he had gone through their luggage.

Rick winked at Val, who could only glare back at him.  “What’re you standing there for?  Now’s your golden opportunity.”

They watched as Elizabeth left the screen surveilling the bathroom and Rick switched screens back to the bedroom, where Elizabeth had returned to the closet.  She grabbed some clothes out of her suitcase and brought them back into the bathroom. Elizabeth looked around again; still unsure of where the camera was positioned, and then began to undress.

Rick leaned forward, and with a few quick keystrokes, he had zoomed in on Elizabeth.  He tapped the button on his microphone, muting it.

“She works out, doesn’t she?  What is she, gymnast, runner, swimmer?” he asked Val.  Val opted to ignore both Rick and the show her friend was putting on for him.  She found a point on the wall and stared fixedly at it.

“I get it.  If you’ve seen it in person, watching on this little thing just doesn’t compare, does it?”

Still she refused to acknowledge him.  On the monitor Elizabeth had shucked her jeans off and removed her sweater, and was standing in front of the mirror in just her bra and panties.  She grabbed the black micro skirt off of the sink and stepped into it, pulling it up her legs.  It left very little the imagination.  The top came next, and she yanked the tight, black halter-top over her head.

“You know what I think it is?  I think you’re jealous.”

Val’s eyes left her focus point for a second, but she regained her composure.

“You’re friend gets to dress all sexy for me, and here you have to sit, hiding your assets under a sweater.  It’s criminal.” Rick got up.  He paused long enough to unmute the microphone and tell Elizabeth to really step it up in the makeup department, before advancing on Val.  

She struggled in her restraints, pleading into her gag.

Rick knelt over her, and she bucked her knees up, nearly catching him in the crotch.  A predatory grin crossed his face, and he straddled her legs.  He grabbed the bottom of the sweater, and pulled it tantalizingly slowly up her stomach.  

Her pleading turned into desperate shouting as the bottom of her sweater reached her chest, revealing the bottom of her beige bra.  He shushed her, pressing one hand firmly over her tapegagged mouth, muffling her cries.  With his other hand he pulled her sweater up over her breasts one at a time.  Her hands clenched uselessly as she felt the cool are across her cleavage, and she prayed it would stop there.  He caressed each boob in turn through her bra, before grabbing each cup and yanking it down, letting her soft orbs fall free, tucking the bra under her boobs.  Her nipples stiffened in the cool air, and his roving fingers found them, rolling the buds in between his thumb and forefinger until they were rock hard.

Elizabeth, having finished applying her makeup and was awaiting orders, gave a tentative hello over the speakers.

Val sighed in relief as Rick grunted and climbed off of her, leaving her tits hanging out.

He turned his microphone back on.  “You look fantastic,” he told her.  “Now it’s time to head back to the bar.”

“Just don’t hurt Val,” Elizabeth reminded him.

Rick looked at Val.  She was sobbing quietly, staring down at her naked breasts.  They were pink from his ministrations.  “She’s fine,” he assured her.

He returned to the closet, grabbing something else.  He returned holding a duffel bag.

“Now, I have a few errands to run, and I need to make sure you stay put and don’t get into trouble while I’m gone.”  He pulled out a length of rope from the back.  Val halfheartedly struggled as he threaded the rope under her arms, wrapping it around her torso under her breasts.  He made another pass across the sweater still bunched over her boobs.  More, smaller lengths of rope were used to secure her arms even tighter to the arms of the chair, binding her at the wrists and just below the elbow to hold her arms flush against the armrests.  She was similarly bound at the ankles and below the knees to legs of the chair.

“There we go,” he said, tightening the last knot.  “Now to make sure you stay quiet.  You were getting a little loud there for a minute there.”  She made a muffled protest, shaking her head.  He fished around again in the duffel bag, and Val’s eyes went wide when she saw what he produced.

“I bet you’re the kind of girl who doesn’t give head.  With a face and tits like yours, you’ve probably never had to suck a dick.  You probably think it’s beneath you.  But we’ll remedy that.  And this guy here will give you all the practice you need so when you do it for real, you’ll practically be a pro.”  He dangled the black rubber phallus attached to a wide leather panel and a tangled mess of straps in front of her face.

She shook her head furiously, trying to tell him through her tapegag that she’d be quiet, she’d do anything to not have that thing in her mouth, but her muffled protests fell on deaf ears.

He ripped the soggy strip of silver tape from her mouth, and as she cried out from the pain, he was ready, jamming the head of the dildo into her open mouth.  She tried to bite down, to keep it from going in further, but he had no problems jamming it all the way back to her throat, making her gag.  The leather panel was yanked tight across her mouth, and he began fastening the network of straps over and around her head.

“That should do it,” he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork.  The harness gag had a strap going all the way around the back of her neck, two more that came up from the top of the muzzle, connecting between her eyes and forming a single strand that went over her head.  Lastly, a strap went under her chin, keeping her jaws locked tightly on the rubber dick stuffed in her mouth.

“One last test,” he said, grabbing one of her nipples and pinching it hard.  She screamed in shock and pain.  Val couldn’t help but notice how much more effectively the new gag muffled her.  No one outside this room would be able to hear her.

“Alright, I have a few things I need to take care of.  You sit tight and enjoy the show.  I’d keep an eye on monitor four," he pointed at the monitor overlooked the bar.

He gave her boobs one last grope before he left her alone in the room.



Elizabeth’s face was hot and flushed as she made her way down the corridors.  She could feel every other guests’ eyes on her as she passed.  The incredibly short skirt and revealing top, coupled with the fact that she was she obeying some unseen psycho whispering orders in her ear, was making her paranoid.

Just do what he says until you can figure out a way to get help, she told herself, ignoring a cat call she got as she walked passed an open door.

Unlike their room, where she’d been unable to find the camera that she knew had to be there, she was very conscious of every conspicuous surveillance camera set up around the lodge.  Val’s kidnapper had had access to their rooms as well as surveillance; she had to assume he worked for the resort.  It made the prospect of getting help even more daunting.  She contemplated trying to covertly text the police.  The police could get texts, couldn’t they?  She didn’t know, but it didn’t matter.  She wasn’t willing to risk Val’s safety.

“Alright, are you at the bar?” the voice in her ear asked.

“Almost," she hissed.  He’d warned her against trying to talk to him too much; she didn’t want to draw too much attention to herself.  Too much attention, she thought.  That was next to impossible, given what she was wearing.

As she approached the bar, the low music that was playing went silent.  A second later, Def Leopard’s "Pour Some Sugar on Me” came on.

“That’s your cue,” the voice said.

“My cue to what?” she whispered.

“Oh Elizabeth, you’re not that stupid.  Get on up on that bar and get your Coyote Ugly on.”

She froze, realizing what he, and judging by the looks she was already getting, most of the people in the bar, expected of her.  She definitely looked the part, and the music had queued up right as she entered.

“Better hurry,” he said.

She thought of Val, and with a cheer from the crowd, she began to dance.



Rick watched from edge of the bar.  Elizabeth needed no further prompting, and he was transfixed as she made her way to the bar.  She started off a little stiff and rigid, but quickly loosened up and began getting into it.  The crowd formed a circle around her, and halfway into the song she had climbed up onto the bar, giving everyone a peak up her skirt as she did so.

Rick felt like he was going to explode.  He’d never expected her level of commitment, and the control he had over this girl was amazing.  He shifted; sure the faint movement across his junk was going to be enough to make him climax on the spot.  He brought himself back under control, and then he thought about Val, his damsel in distress, sitting back in his office, sucking on that dildo gag as she watched her friend take her top off on top of the bar.

He was ready to go back to the office and fuck her right then, but he controlled himself.  It was always about control.  And he still had a lot to do. There were a ton of bystanders that needed to be dealt with, and Gwyn hadn’t even joined the party yet.

The song wound down, and Elizabeth seemed to come out of a trance.  She looked down for her shirt, but someone must have snagged it off the bar when she took it off, and she climbed off the counter, shielding her bra covered chest with one hand as she made her way through the whistling and cheering crowd.

“You did great,” he said into his phone, getting up himself.  There was still so much to do.