“Is anyone out there? Hello?”
In the silence, Makoto Okuda’s voice was a frail thing, rendered hollow by the terror of her abduction, the only response they received her own shuddering breaths as she fought to keep her fears in check. Not for the first time, the twenty-five year old Japanese woman gave a great shake of her head in hopes of slipping off the black silk blindfold, and once more was denied and left in darkness, unable to see where she was being held captive, much less do anything about it. Rope and leather creaked as she squirmed, her bondage remaining secure, and a fresh note of panic forced its way past her increasingly fragile composure. “Help me! Please, someone help me!”
Only the echo of her desperate cries ringing off the walls sounded in answer, and soft pink lips trembled as she bit back a sob. She’d been walking to her car after a long day’s work, dressed in her usual pantsuit, white blouse, and high-heeled boots when she’d been kidnapped, the nauseous stench of the cloth being forced over her nose and mouth the last thing she remembered, while waking up a prisoner had been heralded by the feeling of the ropes binding her lithe figure and the cold concrete floor upon which she’d been deposited. Her determined struggles had brought her no closer to escape either. The ropes binding her ankles together, her wrists behind her back, her thighs, her upper arms, beneath her breasts… none had given way. Panting, she tried yet again, hoping against hope to find a vulnerability, that one of the coils might loosen or a knot could be picked apart, the cold sweat sliding along her skin and the growing sense of exhaustion the only fruits of her labour.
Out of nowhere, came the awful screech of unoiled hinges being forced open, and Makoto frozen, breath caught in her throat, heart beating a frantic tattoo at her breast. Then came the sound of calm, even footsteps, every second bringing them closer and closer, whetting her fear bright and sharp with their approach. “Who’s there? What’s going on?” she demanded to the darkness, silently cursing the blindfold and her helplessness. Another breath joined her own, its pace quickening with excitement, and her guts churned nervously as she felt someone loom over her. “If it’s money you want, take what’s in my purse, just let me go!”
Then a gloved hand settled upon her right hip, gently caressing her flank and chilling the blood in her veins. “Please don’t do this.” A moment later, it was joined by another tracing the contours of her body, running up and down every inch of her before settling on her breasts. “Stop it.” The hand on her hip shifted position, running through her shoulder-length black hair, and it was all Makoto could do to avoid retching at the feel of hot, lustful breath upon her bare neck. “Please, just let me go!” begged the Asian beauty. “Let me—mmpppggh!”
A dense sponge filled her mouth, stopping up her frantic pleas, and Makoto thrashed about, desperately trying to force out the gag. There came the awful sound of ripping duct tape, and she let out a muffled wail of despair as the first strip came over her lips, sealing them tight. Three more followed, and when it was done, the voice of her ex-husband broke the silence. “You belong to me. Now and forever.”
Strong arms came around her, holding her close, and beneath the gag, Makoto gave a silent scream…