(This is a totally unauthorized reimagined continuation of the super fun bondage abduction adventure told by my dream world Lord and Husband @FetishPhilanthropist . It features the art of @Crab-Hermit @Joschek and @openmind7 and hopefully the good natured indulgence of my very good friend @KatieBlake I love you Katie! )
“Hey Katie. You look good.” I’m not speaking, of course. I’m chewing on panties. And considering the fact my abductor cut mine off after I was already bound, I’m betting these belong to @katieblake who is my very best friend. “This has to be like the sixth time I’ve been gagged with your panties, sexy pants.” Naturally I’m the one always getting stuck with the panty gag. Villains tend to pick off the easier damsels first and Katie is the easier damsel. You know I love you Katie, but shit, have you even opened that book on Situational Awareness I sent you? Fuck no you haven’t. And you haven’t even opened that email on Nerve Strikes and Pressure points. Would we both be naked and tied up (again) if you had learned the 12 spots on a dude you can jab your thumb to incapacitate them? Well? What? Oh yeah. Panties. You go and get tied up and OFF come your panties….every…fucking….time. And since the bad guy already used the clean pair of socks he brought along to gag you, I get stuck sucking on your panties. Over. And over.”
That was some good shit he injected into my neck. Maybe I should apologize to Katie.
“Baby, I’m sorry. You don’t have to become a tactical bad ass. I’ll keep doing that and you just keep on writing hot first person bondage sex stories.” Katie’s eyes are looking clearer, and her head isn’t all droopy anymore. Oh, how cute! She’s struggling. Kind of.
“Shit Katie, is THAT how you struggle? No, no…you need to pull from your elbows. Yes, I know what I’m talking about! Well, no, never tied up quite in that position. Why the fuck would I tie myself in a lotus balanced on my tail bone like that? I do self-bondage, Katie, remember? Tell me how the fuck I’d get myself balanced like that…and it really is some remarkable rigging….did he tie that shoulder yolk up behind your neck. There might be a knot up there. You can’t understand me at all can you?”
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(Meanwhile in Katie’s mind….)
“That’s definitely Tina. I think we’re in trouble. Again. Hmm. You look pretty much stoned out of your mind. Looks like I’m going to have to get us out of this.” I start exploring the degree to which I’ve been made helpless. Being friends with Tina Josephine kind of puts a target on your back with the bondage-centric villains. So I’ve gotten embarrassingly used to getting tied up. But I have to admit that THIS rigging is something unusual. I wonder if that’s important. I look down at Tina and see that she appears agitated.
“What? Surely you aren’t blaming me for this? You are, aren’t you?” I wonder if there was read receipt on that email she sent me. Maybe I can restore it from the recycle bin when we get out of this. Wow. Tina even “mmfff’s” with a twang. American accents are bad enough but a drugged Kentucky accent is just awful.
“Did that guy just say ‘Mr. Hermit?’ You don’t think he means Crab-Hermit, do you Tina? Oh, I hope he means Crab-Hermit. He draws us both so cute. And he’s about rescuing damsels. So, if it’s Crab, we aren’t in any real danger.”
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(Time passes. Tina gets her wits back, such as they were. Katie still can’t struggle worth shit so the girls remain prisoners in the minivan.)
“I warned you Hermit!” The driver sounds pissed. He’s braking, so we must be at the rendezvous. He sure is pissed off. I’m betting he’s not getting paid. Hmmm. Katie is looking at something out the window. Maybe I can lift my head up a little…oh shit. Katie was mmmphhing up a storm.
“Calm down, Katie. It’s a windowless van. Big deal. Like we haven’t both been kidnapped in windowless vans before. At least we know this guy is into cliches. Just relax. I’ll get out once he puts us back there. I just need more room to work with. It’s hard working escape-craft balanced on a car seat. But on the floor of a windowless van! Now that’s another story. Trust me. We’ll be home in time for tea.”
Katie still couldn’t understand me because I was still gagged and not actually talking, but she gave me a look of annoyance. She gives me that look a lot, usually before telling me that I’m ‘really quite cocky for a submissive,’ which she thinks is a put down but I’m rather proud of. Regardless, there are two things I know for certain. One, switching us over to the larger van is going to be the opportunity I need to get us out of this, and two, I’m not getting tied up with Katie Blake ever again after this.
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(Approximately thirty minutes later…)
“Well this was completely unexpected. Sorry Katie, I may have been wrong about a few things.”
“You don’t say? Now where’ both strapped up head to toe, collared, ball gagged and blindfolded!”
“Yeah but our collars ARE secured to the van wall.”
“Tina, how is that a good thing.”
“I think we’re technically in compliance with seat belt laws. Click it or ticket? Are you laughing?”
“No. I am not laughing.”
“You always look at the negative, Katie.”
“That’s not true. I am a very positive person.”
“No, no. I agree with that. You’re super positive. You just sometimes get a little stressed out when we get kidnapped.”
“I think that’s pretty normal, Tina.”
“Umm. OK.”
“Tina, that is COMPETELY normal. Getting abducted and tied up in elaborate predicaments all the time is NOT normal.”
“Is this really elaborate, Katie?”
“Are you kidding?”
“I mean, it’s a windowless van. Kinda plain.”
“Our nipples are chained together.”
“Well…yeah…”
“With chains. Our nipples are chained together with chains and tethered to the ceiling!”
“Chained together with chains, Katie?”
“To the ceiling Tina!”
“Not sure what else you can chain nipples together with besides chains…”
“Again! As in, this has happened before. At Camp Rook!”
“I think he weighted them down too. With padlocks maybe?”
“Can you focus Tina?”
“I love Camp Rook!”
“You’re impossible!”
The van shifted into drive and ambled forward causing the padlocks to bounce and both of our nipples to receive aggressive tugs.
“But you know you love me, Katie.” Katie gag-sighed hard. We both relaxed as much as our rigid bondage would permit. Crab-Hermit would rescue us. He’ll probably put us both through some intensely fun tormenting first. After all, tis the season to be jolly.