Megan moved her way through the crowd, trying to smoothly make her way across the club but given the number of drinks she had downed tonight, it was definitely not as smooth as she thought it was. Finally she made her way to the back hall, putting a hand against the wall to steady herself. Fumbling for her phone, she scrolled through her messages, even though she knew that all her friends had left an hour ago.
They’d all headed home but she had wanted to stay since she had been chatting it up with a guy and thought it might turn into something back at his place. That is until he had mentioned something to a friend that she wasn’t supposed to hear and that was the end of her interest in him right then and there. She had stalked off with a huff, not sure where she was going but just trying to get away from them despite their calls after her. Her outfit of a long sleeve mesh top over a black tube top, black leather skirt and high heeled ankle boots made heads turn as she crossed the club, but right now she didn’t want any of their attention. Feeling slightly dizzy from a combination of the crowd and alcohol, looked around for an exit, noticing an emergency exit further down the hall and wobbled towards it.
Thankfully the door was already propped open, sparing her the worry of potentially triggering a fire alarm in the busy club. Not that the alarms ever worked at these places. Stepping out into the cool summer night was an absolute breath of fresh air for Megan, who took several deep breaths to clear her head. The dizziness went away and she felt goosebumps on her skin from the sudden change in temperature, but she felt herself feeling more alive and refreshed. “Now how am I going to get home?” She grumbled as she pulled out her phone to check.
It was about 2am and there were a few Uber’s nearby. The friend she normally would’ve asked for a ride was out of town, so that left her with the rideshares. Sighing as she sent the request, she flipped over to messenger to see if anyone was still awake from the group she had arrived at the club with. Engrossed in her phone, Megan was completely oblivious to her dark surroundings, which proved to be her downfall as a dark shape snuck up behind her and struck. An arm snaked its way around her waist, pinning her arms to her side and the other clamped a sweet-smelling cloth against her face. She cried out in shock, muffled by the cloth, and dropped her phone as she frantically struggled. Her heeled boots made loud clomping sounds in the alley as she tried to stamp on her attacker’s shoes and dislodge his grip, but he managed to avoid all of her kicks and hold the cloth over her mouth and nose.
Megan could feel herself becoming lightheaded and realized in shock that the cloth was drugged! The realization gave her a brief burst of energy to writhe and twist in her attacker’s grip, but she was unable to break free. The drugs eventually took their toll and her eyes closed before going limp. Her attacker kept the chloroform cloth against her face for an extra 20 seconds to make sure she wasn’t faking it before taking the cloth away and discarding it. Grinning at the girl in his arms, he lifted her limp form up. Whistling to himself, he glanced around to make sure no one had spotted him before carrying her off to his car parked around the corner.
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Megan slowly opened her eyes to darkness. It took her a few moments to fully regain consciousness, wincing at the sharp headache but more concerned with the fact that she was unable to see despite her eyes being open. She tried to rub her eyes to clear them, but when her arms failed to respond she realized that her situation was not her own doing as she felt rope binding her wrists together behind her back. She could also feel more rope around her ankles, just above the tops of her boots, and more above her knees. She’d been kidnapped!
Her mouth was dry, filled with some kind of cloth that was soaking up saliva and was trapped in her mouth with another band of cloth tied around her head. Finally taking stock of her current situation, she realized from the rumbling sound and how she was occasionally bounced against the roof of the compartment she was in that she was inside a car trunk. A scarf tied across her eyes prevented her from seeing if there was anything in the trunk with her, or even one of those handles that would pop the trunk from the inside but she had her doubts. She could feel herself panicking. Who could have done this? Why her? She wasn’t anyone rich, just a college girl who liked to party with friends. That hardly warranted a ransom demand!
Her head spun and she closed her eyes to try and get rid of the headache. With her hands bound behind her, she couldn’t get rid of the blindfold or gag. Rubbing her head against the floor of the trunk didn’t help to dislodge any part of her restraints, so her next thought moved to how she could warn someone if she couldn’t escape herself. Shuffling her body around, she realized the best hope she had was to alert someone outside, since she wasn’t opening the trunk anytime soon. The trunk wasn’t large, but it wasn’t the smallest either. It gave her enough room to shuffle around before the lightbulb went off in her head. She shuffled her way over to the further corner of the trunk where her head pressed against the wall, then tucked her legs in and kicked out and up.
The heels of her boots made a very satisfying thump as they made contact with the metal trunk top and she kept going, slamming her heels against the metal for several seconds. She felt the car make a sharp turn before slowing down to a stop. Megan froze as her straining ears could hear gravel crunching underfoot before a key sounded in the lock right beside her ear, causing her to flinch as the lid was thrown open. “Stupid bitch.” A voice growled through clenched teeth. “Making a hell of a racket in here.”
Megan yelped as her skirt was lifted. “HLMMMMMPH!” She screamed, desperately hoping that someone would be able to hear her with the trunk open.
Instead, her captor grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, causing tears to well beneath the blindfold. “There’s no one around for miles.” He hissed. “So shut the fuck up.”
She sobbed as she was released and dropped back into the trunk. “Let’s fix you up here.”
Megan couldn’t see the ropes that her captor was pulling out of a bag, but she sure felt them as he wrapped them around her upper body, pinning her arms against her back. She flinched as gloved hands brushed over her breasts, probably on purpose, as the cords were wound above and below her thrust out breasts. Even more rope encircled her waist, trapping her wrists at the small of her back. Blind as she was, she was completely unprepared for when her captor took a long length of rope attached to her waist ropes and yanked it up between her legs. She screamed into her gag packing as the crotch rope dug into her sensitive regions before he knotted it off on her waist ropes. Now any movement she tried with her wrists caused unwelcome waves of pleasure to course through her body. “We’re not done yet bitch.”
Megan couldn’t believe there was more to come as more rope bound her thighs, just beneath where her skirt would be if it wasn’t hiked up by the new crotchrope, and finally he rolled her onto her stomach and bent her legs towards her hands. He pushed until her block heels were basically in her hands, then tied a short rope between her ankle and wrist bonds. Hogtie. She realized, then wondered how she even knew about that phrase as she squirmed in her new straining position. There was no hope for her to get someone’s attention now. “One last thing.”
She heard a jangle of leather and buckles and felt her captor undo the knot of the cleavegag. She retched as the pressure on the mouth packing was removed and attempted to spit out the cloth inside her mouth but two fingers forced it right back inside. Megan didn’t get a second chance as a rubber ball was jammed into her mouth, forcing the packing even deeper. She gagged and choked as the large ballgag snapped into place behind her teeth and her captor began working the attached head harness up over the bridge of her nose and around her head. The web of leather straps made her feel like her head was trapped in a vice as he finished buckling them before slapping her butt. “There we go, a proper package. Now let’s get you delivered.”
Megan sobbed, wetting her blindfold with tears as the trunk slammed shut. She was trapped once again in this small cage of a space as she felt her captor get back into the driver’s seat and start the car. Soon she was underway again, and memorizing the twists and turns of the vehicle was not going to do her much good now. She strained against the new ropes, grunting as her wrists tugged at the crotchrope again and she felt the unwelcome pressure. I can’t believe this feels hot. She shook her head. She was being kidnapped, tied up, gagged, and locked in a trunk being taken to who knows where. Now was not the time to be getting turned on.
Her fingers fluttered for a knot but her nails only scraped against the leather of her boots. Eventually, Megan gave up in defeat and laid her head down on the rough carpet of the bottom of the trunk. There was nothing much she could do now except wait, she was too well tied.
It seemed like an hour before the car finally came to a stop again, causing her to become alert once more. She heard the crunch of gravel under multiple sets of feet before the trunk was popped again and cold air washed over her. “Here she is.”
“Very nice.”
Her blood ran cold as she recognized the voice of Patrick, the guy that she had walked away from in the bar. “You know Megan.” He said as he stroked a finger along her cheek, ignoring her gagged cries. “I always get what I want. And what I want tonight is you. Bring her.”