Liu Fen was in front of the train station, like she had been told. Her daughter, Shan, had started college a couple of years prior, and had decided that renting an apartment, shared with other people, would be easier than wasting three hours per day in the train. She had moved all her stuff into the new place and wanted to show it to her mother. A couple of Shan's friends would pick her up by car.

Fen was not a very sociable person and didn't create emotional bonds easily so she considered Shan to be her best friend and they used to share all their secrets, even the most embarrasing ones. Unfortunately with her daughter living in a new home, she would only see her in weekends. She had felt a bit lonely the last pair of weeks.

At her side, in the entrance to the train station there was another woman, of a similar age and physique, whose suit suggested that she had much more money than Fen. Her hair was of the same color, except that Fen wore it in a short pixie cut. She was checking her phone again and again, and getting angrier by the second. Next to her she had a cart with a good bunch of suitcases.

-Bad news?- Fen asked the other woman, to do a bit of small talk while she waited for Shan's friends' car.

-My chauffeur is late.- She sighed.- May I ask you a favor? Could you watch over my bags while I go to the bathroom?

-Yeah, of course.- She went to the cart, while the other woman left.

A couple of minutes later a car stopped in front of her, with two men inside. The younger looking one stepped out and approached Fen. He had a jacket bundled around his right forearm and hand. His visible hand was gloved.

-Liang Fen?- Fen assumed that he had pronounced her name incorrectly, but being the daughter of two immigrants she was used to that.

-Yeah, it's me.

-Come with me.- He grabbed Fen's elbow and pulled.

-But the bags...

-We are in a hurry, ma'am.- Ma'am? That was rare.

-We sure can wait a couple of minutes.- She didn't like that rudeness, but if he was Shan's friend, she would try to be patient.

-No we can't.- Moving slightly the jacket backwards the barrel of a gun, silencer included, showed up.

-You can't be serious.- It wasn't the first time that somebody aimed a gun at her. Being the owner of a small shop in a shitty neighborhood had its risks. She did her best to keep calm and not do any movement that she could regret.

-Oh, yes. In the car. Now.- The man kept pulling on Fen's arm guiding her to the car and made her step in the backseat. Then he sat next to her. The man in the driver's seat sped up immediately.

-Don't do this, please. This won't do you any good.

-Don't move.- The younger man took a picture of Fen, and then typed something.- And shut up.

-Please, don't. I haven't done you any harm and...- He slapped her cheek, hurting badly her pride.

-Shut up! Give me your phone.- She retrieved her phone from her purse and he saved it in a metallic linen bag that the man in front had handed. Fen guessed that it would block the signal.

They drove for about five minutes and got into a dirty garage. There they made her step out of the car and guided her towards the trunk of a second car. The older man opened the trunk, threw her purse in it and retrieved a duffle bag, while the younger one kept aiming the gun at her, not bothering to cover it with the jacket anymore.

From the bag the older man produced a bunch of items one by one. First of all he locked Fen's hands on her back with a pair of metallic handcuffs. As she was unsure of the intentions of those men and how dangerous they were, she decided not to put any resistance for the moment. Indicating her to open her mouth he shoved a piece of cloth in there. Then she cinched there a ball gag with leather straps.

After that he produced several lengths of rope. With one of them he circled Fen's legs many times, both above and below her knees, until they were pressing together. With another one he tied her torso so Fen's arms were pinned against it and her already handcuffed hands pressed against the small of her back. With a third one, that already had four small knots in a row he made a crotch harness, which he tied to the wrists as well, making sure that the knots pressed on her pussy. After forcing her to get in the trunk he made Fen fold her legs and tied a last length of rope between wrists and ankles.

Even with her legs covered by thick jeans, and her upper torso covered by two layers, a buttoned-up shirt and a wool sweater, she could feel the ropes pressing tightly. Specially upsetting was the rope on her crotch, that had made her blush and gasp. It had been around five years since her husband, Lance, died and in that time no man had gotten as close to her pussy. She hand't feel the need nor the desire to seek the attention of other men, and so that stranger's boldness angered her twice, for the assault itself and for the feeling of betraying her husband's memory. She had kept herself in a good shape, doing jogging often, plus with other forms of work-out, and so she would be able to find men if she put some interest, but not for the time being.

-This rope will keep you entertained in the long road ahead.- The older man bragged. He pulled a couple of times on the crotch rope making Fen gasp again.- No need to thank me. Now be a good girl and don't move.- Unceremoniously he closed the trunk.

They drove for at least an hour. Fen was angry with herself for having fallen in such a dumb trap. Her daughter would start to worry at any moment. And even worse, the ropes rubbing her crotch were making her horny. Her captor didn't know that she liked bondage. She was hating the part of being kidnapped but loved the part of being bound. If she were with her husband instead of those men she would be enjoying it quite a lot. They used to practice bondage often. Lots of fond memories came to her mind, while she was in that trunk, producing strong sensations on her crotch area.

Alone in that trunk nobody would now if she was inappropriately enjoying her predicament. She just had to pull a few times on the rope to get off. Even without the ropes, the pair of Ben Wa balls that she had been carrying inside her along the morning had had her already in the right mood. And yet she resisted the temptation. As horny as she could possibly be, with those knots pressing against her pussy, and the toy inside her, made worse by the vibrations of the car, transmitted through the hard floor of the trunk, masturbating in that situation would be wrong on several levels. Above all, the rules that her mistress set not long after Lance's death, wouldn't allow it.

They stopped in front of a house, in a rural area, at the end of a narrow, unpaved road. Opening the trunk the two men helped her getting out. Her face was red and she was sweating all over. The older man released Fen from the ropes binding her legs, but tied the end of the rope to the front of the chest harness and bundled the excess around his arm. In the meantime the younger one checked the contents of her purse.

-You are sweating, doll. Something fun happened in there?- With a grin he pulled on the crotch rope. Fen moaned but didn't respond.- Oh, you like this! Don't worry we'll let you have a bit more fun, you posh slut.- Posh?

He pulled on the rope leading her towards the one store wooden cabin. It wasn't particularly clean nor dirty. Judging by all the trees and bushes around it seemed more like nobody was using it much. She though that they were going inside the house but instead he led her to a wooden dog house a couple of meters away from the porch. He removed the wedged roof and slided the front pannel upwards along a pair of rails.

With her anger growing up, guessing what was going to happen, she stepped in the dog-house, and knelt on the floor as he so indicated. There he retied the rope around her legs, again linking it to the handcuffs. Then he slided the front pannel down again, in such a way that Fen's head was poking through the hole on its bottom, like a dog's head would. The hole was big enough for a human neck but not for a head, so Fen couldn't get in.

When the man lowered down the roof, two clasps at its sides made contact with two eyelets on the walls of the house, leaving Fen trapped there, kneeling on the floor, tightly bound, with four knots pressing against her pussy even more than before.

-We have a problem.- The younger man came with her identity card in his hand.