Under the Eyes of Many

I had been obsessed by Melanie the first time I had seen her, but my plan of getting her into my hands developed over the month, since I needed some preparation. After all, I did not intend to throw myself upon her, but to abduct her and persuade her to become my girl. So, I had started to observe her flat and had come to the conclusion that the main problem was to get her from a house with several parties to my car without being seen. Of course, the obvious conclusion had been things like chloroform, but I then got another idea: what if I would not take her in secret, but in plain sight? Abduct her so ostentatively that everyone would think it was all made up?

The thought didn`t leave my mind and so, I finally had a plan – a plan so crazy it could indeed work. I waited until Mardi Gras. A few years ago, the city`s council had introduced a parade through the city streets on this day. Of course, it was much smaller than the event in New Orleans, but many people enjoyed it and each year, more groups and individuals joined the big parade. This day, Melanie and me would join, too – though she currently didn`t know about that or even had an idea who I was.

On the late afternoon, I went to her house and, taking the lift, went to the door of her flat. Quite some people saw me, but nobody did see something else in me but the UPS driver I had disguised as, completely with a hand truck with a big parcel on it. I don`t think anyone bothered why there was no UPS van parked in front of the house.

I rang and after some time, Melanie herself opened the door, but kept it locked by the chain.

»This must be a mistake, I haven`t ordered anything!«, she said. I could see that she obviously had been preparing for going out, for she was wearing a tight dress that emphasized her marvelous breasts. I also could see that she had dyed her hair red. It looked surprisingly good and matched her green eyes.

»Please, Miss, this is the last parcel on my shift! I promised my kids to be home early to go to the parade!«

She still hesitated, arguing that it was not just a small package, but a cardboard box the size of a cupboard. However, I finally could persuade her to at least sign on my board that I had tried to deliver the box to her. After she had done so, I looked at her. The fact I was indeed nervous helped me to feign an embarrassed smile.

»Miss, please, may I use your bathroom?«

Melanie rolled her eyes, but obviously, I seemed harmless enough to her so, she removed the chain. When I tried to push the hand truck into her corridor, she protested, but I told her that I would get fired if I would leave the package unattended even for a minute.

Once the door had closed behind me, I reached into my belt and drew my pistol. It was a fake gun, but, according to Melanie`s widened eyes and the look on her face, she did not see that.

»Wha-what do you want?«, she stammered, but I just directed her to push the hand truck into the living room. There, I made her kneel on the carpet before I drew my knife with my left. Melanie gasped at the sight of the blade, but I just cut the duct tape holding the big box shut. Then, not taking my eyes from my captive, I rummaged through it, reaching for a plastic bag I threw to her.

Melanie still seemed frightened, but also puzzled when she opened the bag on my order. It contained a medieval dress, or rather, something more or less resembling a medieval dress. It was in a nice Royal blue, matching Melanie`s eyes and even her red hair.

»I brought your Mardi Gras costume, Melanie!«

»You are mad!«, she blurted, but I just smiled, more confident this time.

»Maybe, but I am also the one with the gun – so no matter how mad I am, you will not be able to do anything against it! Now, strip!«

»What? No!«

»To put on your new costume, the old one has to go. And besides, this was an order, not an option!«

I aimed at her with the gun and so, reluctantly, Melanie opened the zip fly of her dress and shimmied it down her body. She now wore a black lacy bra, matching panties and pantyhose. With her arms crossed defensively in front of her ample breasts, she looked at me with fear in her eyes. Then, she wanted to take the dress, but I stopped her.

»Do you think that your underwear matches the time period of that dress? Remove those pantyhose, too!«

Staring daggers at me, she obeyed. Then, she again wanted to put on the dress, but again, I stopped her.

»I am afraid that bras were not invented before the late 19th century, not mentioning these skimpy panties!«

This time, Melanie pleaded and refused to obey, but finally, she unhooked her bra and took it off, shielding her breasts with one arm before she peeled down her panties, trying to cover her pubic area whilst doing so.

»Ah, so you are not a natural Redhead, I mocked«, looking at her pubic mound and making her blush from embarrassment. Then, I handed her a pair of silk stockings and a matching white suspender belt. It seemed that she didn`t like either the display she was giving me when putting the stockings on, nor did she like the way the garters framed her nude middle, but I made her stand for me with her hands on her head before I handed her a frilly white silk underskirt. This, she put on more deliberately, for it covered her from the waist to her ankles. I could see that she hated being topless in front of me, but I then made her put on a pair of black leather bootees before I finally let her get into the dress.

»I will see for the lacing of the bodice later«, I told her, »but now, please, sit on that chair.«

Melanie obeyed and I quickly tied her hands behind the backrest with a pair of handcuffs. Then, I told her to sit still whilst I went to her bathroom where I found what I had been looking for: a basked that was half full of dirty laundry.

»What do you want, you pervert?«, Melanie said, her chest heaving from fear and rage. I just rummaged through the laundry, picking a pair of crimson fullback panties. I put them to my nose and took a deep breath, then, I went for the box and took another bag from it. On the table, I placed a roll of transparent, but strong tape and a nerf ball. In front of her frightened eyes, I draped the panties around the soft ball. Then, I approached her. When my hand holding the now quite big wad came close to her mouth, she pleaded:

»Please, no, I – I will choke! I can`t take that in my mouth!«

»Well, you are right«, I said, lowering my hand. She sighed with relief, but I quickly grabbed another pair of panties from the pile of laundry, wrapping it around the ball, too. Then, before Melanie could react, I jumped over to her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. When she opened her mouth and wanted to scream, I pressed the giant wad against her lips.

»Unfortunately, it`s not up to you to decide what is right! I am sure you can even take this gag!«

»Mmhrrmmmm!«

Melanie fought and I needed both my hands to get the whole gag into her mouth, reducing her screams to muffled grunts and whimpers and causing her to pant heavily through her nose. In fact, I felt a little pity for her as her cheeks ballooned and she made retching sounds when the nerf ball expanded in her oral cavity and the gag touched the back of her throat. But I did not want her to prove me a liar and so, I forced the whole ball, wrapped in the two pairs of her panties, behind her teeth. When I let her go, Melanie groaned and threw her head from side to side, but the gag was so big she could not even expel it with her tongue.

However, I did not want to take risks and so, taking the knife, I forced her to bite down hard on the gag, tickling her under the chin with the tip of the blade to persuade her to try her best. Sweat was building on her forehead and her face was red from the effort of biting down. When she could not close her jaws for even a millimeter more, I took the tape, made her close her lips as far as possible and then taped her mouth shut, pulling the tape as tight as I could and wrapping some 20 rounds around her head. When I was finished, she could no longer move her jaw at all and, staring at me with eyes like saucers, she let out a scream of sheer horror that did not sound louder than a whisper.

Now, I went for the box and took out what still was in it. It was so large because it contained a handcart; actually, it was just a platform on wheels. Instead of a handle, it had a long chain attached to it.

I placed it on the floor, then, I screwed the two long thick boards to it. They were each some six feet long and when I was ready, they formed a St. Andrew`s cross, fixed to the platform. On each of the four ends, I had also screwed a steel eyelet.

Melanie gazed at me when I threaded two chains through the eyelets on the lower end. I then made her stand up, still handcuffed, and forced her to climb the platform and lean to the cross. Since she was wearing the bootees, I could pull the chains very tight when I wrapped them three times around each ankle before securing them with two padlocks.

For her hands, I hand prepared manacles, upholstered, but made of solid steel. I undid her handcuffs, then locked them around her wrists and tied them to the upper eyelets with two more padlocks, securing her to the St. Andrew`s cross. She squirmed and pulled on her bonds, but I could see that I had done good work and that she would not be able to get free.

»Now, for four more things before we can go, Mel!«

I started by tightening the lacing of her dress`s bodice. I pulled the strings tight, causing Melanie to gasp, but when I was ready, the corset emphasized her ample chest and round hips. Besides, the shortage of breath would help to keep her from too much fighting.

The next thing was her gag. It would keep her from uttering more than the faintest of noises, but it did not match her costume. So, I took some double sided tape and carefully wrapped one round over her gag. Then, I tightly tied a long scarf above, knotting it tightly at her nape. Now, for the occasional viewer, it would look as if it was just a loose fake gag that Melanie could wriggle off easily. Also, I had prepared for another distraction from the reality of her bondage.

Melanie screamed and bucked when I ripped her dress and exposed one of her breasts, but I took a little cup with a little bell on it. It was one of the cups some strip dancers put on their nipples. The cap was filled with some special glue and I pressed it over her exposed nipple, waiting for the glue to dry. Now, since her nipple was covered, the police would not stop us, but still, Melanie showed enough of her chest that nobody would give her face a closer look, let alone her gag.

The last thing I had to do was to change from my UPS uniform into the costume of a medieval torturer, complete with a whip and a bright red hood. I checked my appearance in the mirror, then, I took the chain attached to the handcart over my shoulder and pulled it through the corridor and to the lift, listening to the rustling and faint moaning of Melanie tied to her cross.

»Hey, cool costume!«, a group of already costumed guys yelled when they saw Melanie and me. I had quickly gone back for her flat to fetch something. The girl pulled on her bonds, trying to make the guys free her, but to them, it just seemed that she was all into her role as the damsel in distress.

We used the lift to get downstairs, and then, I once again took the chain, pulling the cart behind me as if I were a dungeon master taking his helpless victim to the gallows or the stake. Meanwhile, the parade had started and so, we joined.

In the noise around us, I could not say whether Melanie tried to scream for help, but according to her desperate attempts to pull on her chains and to alert someone of her predicament, I am quite sure that she screamed her lungs out in vain.

Of course, she did get plenty of attention, and I am sure that after some two hours, nearly everyone in town had a picture of the bound and gagged damsel on my cart, but nobody seemed to recognize that her struggles were real.

So, when we had finally reached the side road where I had parked my van, the girl was totally exhausted and had tears in her eyes. However, the time to be gentle to her had not come yet. I quickly opened the van`s back door and, using a ramp, pulled her inside. There, I pushed the cart to the front side of the load where I fixed the cart and the cross with prepared straps before I reached under my costume, producing a third pair of Melanie`s used panties.

The girl mewed weakly when I pulled them over her head, taking care that the crotch part was covering her nose. Then, I took some cotton wool and thoroughly stuffed her ears before putting a motorcycle helmet over her head, buckling it tight under her chin. I had blackened the visor and now, Melanie could neither hear nor see. She could utter only the smallest of sounds and sure, she was totally exhausted and also frightened to death.

»Just a few more hours«, I whispered, kneading her exposed breast. She could not hear what I just had said, but she weakly wriggled in my grip. I carefully plucked the nipple cap from her breast, then put my hand on her other breast, squeezing it gently whilst I licked and kissed her exposed nipple. For some minutes, I enjoyed groping and kissing her ample boobs, then, I prepared for my final getaway. I screwed a fake wall I had prepared. If now someone would look inside the load, he would not get a glimpse of my captive.

Quickly, I changed into plain clothes, then, I started the van and drove off, to the hut I had rented weeks ago. It was a trip of some 300 miles and I wondered how long it would take me until Melanie accepted her new fate.