Greetings, Ms. Anderson! A Kidnap Team will arrive at your designated location within the next ten minutes, as scheduled. Please confirm you wish to carry on with the planned scenario by replying I CONSENT. On behalf of Kidnap For Hire, we thank you for making use of our services! We hope to make your upcoming abduction an experience to remember!

Krista Anderson hesitated for only a moment before responding, slender fingers quickly texting back her final confirmation, and the nervousness that she’d been wrestling with ever since she made that first phone call melted away completely with the knowledge she was now committed. More than a few patrons of Kidnap For Hire faltered at this final hurdle, either having to cancel due to unexpected conflicts in their schedule or simply out of fear the service was some twisted scam, and to its credit, the company was more than happy to offer refunds in either event. But she needed this. Needed to be freed of all responsibility for a while, needed an escape from the struggle to rebuild her life anew after the divorce, needed the sheer wonderous pleasure that came with being bound and gagged.

And that was what Kidnap For Hire promised. Over the past year, she’d seen their ads crop up in the paper and online, a service devoted to letting women live out their kidnapping fantasies in a safe yet realistic manner. Her fairly extensive research showed it was all above-board, a fact proven when she’d received waiver documents longer than her arm upon first signing up, and the growing list of online reviews she’d come across seemed both genuine and positive. From introductory lessons where newcomers to bondage could experience being tied up in the comfort of the company’s own warehouse office to elaborate scenarios where their staff roleplayed as gangbangers, gentlemen thieves and everything in-between when they captured their patrons, Kidnap For Hire offered something for everyone when it came to kinky excitement.

Let’s hope it really is legitimate, Krista told herself, giving her apartment a final check and locking it up behind her. Night had fallen, bringing with it a touch of cold on the autumn winds, and Krista tightened her black overcoat around her, warm brown eyes looking about for any sign of her “kidnappers”. At thirty, she was an elegant woman of mixed Asian and Caucasian heritage, tall and slender, her lean face pale in the gloom and framed by long black hair that hung freely down to the small of her back. Knowing she’d be tied up and gagged for hours on end, she dressed comfortably, a red turtleneck sweater and black pants concealed beneath her coat, while flat-soled boots of soft black leather carried her quietly into the alley next to the apartment building. It was deserted, bereft of even the local raccoons scavenging through the trash bins, and full red lips pursed anxiously. This is the agreed-upon time. I did confirm, didn’t I? Maybe they’re just delayed—

The only warning she received was small footfalls coming from her right, before a gloved hand shot out of the darkness to clamp over her mouth like a steel vice. “Mmmppgghh!” Krista gave a muffled cry of shock, twisting her head in vain to dislodge the smothering handgag. A second pair seized her from behind, yanking her arms behind her back, and she felt herself being dragged away into the night, long legs kicking out in a futile display of defiance. “Mmmppggghhh! MMMPPPGGGHHHH!” An instant later, the handgag fell away, and before she could take a deep breath to scream, a firm sponge was replacing it, shoving past her lips to fill her mouth to bursting. “MMMPPPGGGHHH! NNNNGGGGHHHH!”

“You got her?” the first man asked.

From behind Krista, her second captor offered a rumbling, baritone chuckle. “Trust me, she’s going nowhere. Make sure that gag is nice and secure.”

In answer, the alley came alive with the sound of ripping duct tape, the noise frightening and arousing Krista in equal measure, and the first length sealed her lips, keeping her from spitting out the gag. Around and around her head, it wound, each pass diminishing her helpless cries yet further, until the lower half of her face lay cocooned in silver beneath half a roll of tape, trapping her long dark hair in the process. Kidnap For Hire’s staff were as efficient as promised, and soon, more tape bound her wrists, before her legs received similar treatment at her ankles and thighs. “Mmmmmppggghh!” she offered a muffled scream as she quickly embraced the role of damsel in distress, arousal sending the blood thundering in her veins. Yes, purchasing the ‘Snatch and Grab’ package had been worth it… “MMMPPPGGGGHHH!”

A shaped leather blindfold suddenly descended, leaving her in darkness, and a quick three-count saw her lifted up and carried away, her struggles doing nothing to drawing amused chuckles from her captors. Ahead, she heard the doors on a car or van open, before she found herself deposited on a thing mattress. “How much do you think we can get for her?” the baritone voice asked.

“Oh, a solid mil, man, easily. You see these legs of hers?”

Yes, boast about selling me into slavery, that’s it… The fantasy was unfolding just as she ordered, and Krista shuddered in delight at foreign, unseen hands caressing her hips. Nothing overtly sexual would happen; that was not a service Kidnap For Hire offered, and taking advantage of their customers would soon get them shut down in any event. Yet there was always the possibility that lust might override professionalism, that this would become a genuine kidnapping with no way to stop it, the mere thought sending Krista’s thighs quivering and breasts heaving beneath the flattering fit of her coat, the leather of her boots squeaking against one another in her fitful struggles. “Mmmmpppgghhh…” She was completely in their control now, helpless and alone and vulnerable… and loving every minute of it. “Mmmmppggghhh!”

“Man, she’s really enjoying herself, isn’t she?” asked the second man, clearly amused.

“Well, that’s what the service guarantees,” promised the first. “Let’s get back to the warehouse. No kidnapping would be complete without a ransom video, after all…”