Allison smiled at the last pair of girls that exited the change room before heading inside to clean things up. It was just after 10, closing time at the climbing gym where she worked and she had to go through the standard closing routine of cleaning out the changerooms. She’d already worked on the walls and was really hoping she would be able to get home sooner rather than later tonight. She wore workout clothes suited to working in the main area of the gym, in a sport tank top, cropped leggings and runners.
Eric had been called away for something and had left about an hour ago, leaving her and Emma as the two employees left in the gym. It had been a rather slow night so neither complained and they were just ready to get going. She hummed to herself as she finished cleaning out the change room, spraying down the surfaces before walking back out into the main room. Up at the front of the gym, she heard the front door open and close. “Hey Emma!” She called. “Did you lock the front door?”
There was no response. Typical. She rolled her eyes. Probably has headphones in or something.
It wouldn’t have been the first time Emma would get distracted and forget to indicate that the gym was closed so Allison headed towards the front to lock the door. Once she walked around the middle wall and saw the front desk, she froze in her tracks. Emma was behind the desk still, but she stood trembling with her hands behind her. Beside her was a man dressed in black, a balaclava covering his face revealing only his eyes. He was dressed in a dark jacket, pants, and boots with a black bag slung over his shoulder. But Allison’s eyes were drawn to the pistol that he held in his gloved hand. “Hello.” He said in a mildly pleasant voice. “I ask that you make no sudden movements and to take your phone out and drop it on the ground, or I’ll have to use this gun and I’m sure your coworker would not appreciate that at all.”
Emma wore a V neck top, leggings, and suede over the knee boots more suited to working the front desk compared to Allison’s attire. Allison gulped before taking her phone out of the waistband of her leggings and slowly lowering it to the ground before standing back up and raising her hands. “W-who are you? What do you want?” She asked in a shaky voice.
The intruder seemed to give it some thought. “You can call me Geremy, and I’m here to rob the place and you two and whatever else I can get my hands on.”
Allison glanced over towards the merch wall. “Well, there’s some nice t-shirts, some climbing shoes…” She said weakly, trying to distract herself from the pistol pointed in her direction.
“I’ll get to that eventually, now turn around and place your hands behind your back.”
Geremy pushed Emma out from behind the desk and Allison could now see the rope that bound her wrists. Most climbing rope was quite thick and probably not suited to binding victims, but they also stocked some of the thinner stuff and the blueish rope was clearly what had been used on her friend to keep her wrists locked behind her back. Gulping, Allison turned and presented her wrists, knowing what was going to happen well before Geremy plucked several more coils of the thin rope and walked over to her, whistling a little tune as Emma was brought over beside her. Her phone was then picked up and slipped into a pocket as the man prepared a coil of rope. “Are you okay?” Allison asked her in a quiet voice.
Emma sniffed. “Yeah, for now.” She said as she shifted in her bonds.
Allison felt a lump in her throat as leather gloved hands took her wrists and crossed them behind her back, then began wrapping climbing rope around them. The rope itself was a familiar sensation, since she used it daily in the gym. However, it had never been used to tie her up before.
The cords were sturdy, given that they were made to hold body weight, and the rope securely locked her wrists behind her back. Allison gave an experimental flex, and found her wrists could move absolutely nowhere. The man, Geremy, finished with her bindings before standing looking around, keeping a hand clamped down on the shoulder of each captive. He seemed to be taking in the facilities while also trying to figure out what would be worth stealing. He then gave an “Aha!” as he spotted something to his liking and marched both girls over to one of the walls that was used for lead climbing.
Allison warily eyed the anchors embedded in the wall, having an idea of what they were being brought over here for as they were pushed to their knees on the crash mats. “Sit. On your butts. Now.”
With their hands bound, it was a little awkward but eventually both Emma and Allison were sitting on the crash mat, watching with horror as Gemery seemingly pulled the entire gym’s supply of thin climbing rope out of his bag and dropped the coils onto the mat beside them. “Please you don’t need to tie us up anymore, we won’t do anything!” Emma begged.
“That’s what they all say.” Geremy grunted in response. “And then the moment my back is turned one of you is breaking for the door. Not on my watch.”
Unspooling a coil of rope, he grabbed Emma and began wrapping the rope around her chest above and below her breasts, forming a harness that ran behind her neck and under her armpits. Ignoring her protests, the harness was then tied to an anchor in the wall, leaving Emma with about four inches of slack between her and the wall. Geremy tugged on the leash, satisfied it would hold before turning his attention to Allison. She shrank away, but her legs seemed rooted on the spot, allowing him to easily grab her arm and drag her over to the mat to sit down beside Emma. As the ropes were wound around her body, constricting her chest and arms, Allison could feel the panic building up inside of her and tried to take deeper breaths to calm down. “I’m not going to hurt you if that is what you are worried about.” Geremy grunted.
Her chest hurt, but she could see Emma in tears beside her and resolved to try and stay strong the best she could for her friend. A panic attack wouldn’t get her anywhere. The harness was soon completed and knotted off, leaving both girls pinned to the climbing wall. Not just satisfied with leashing the two girls, he turned his attention to their legs. Emma’s booted ankles were crossed and lashed together with another coil of rope. Allison bit her lip as her ankles were also crossed and bound, her cropped leggings offering no protection from the fibers of the rope. “Please just rob the place and let us go! We won’t tell anyone.” She pleaded, hoping to divert some attention from Emma.
“Not just yet, and I will also be making sure you stay quiet. High pitched screaming is bad for my ears.”
From his jacket pocket he withdrew a couple of cloths and a roll of tape that Allison recognized as the thick medical tape they kept up at the front desk. Shaking out one cloth, he approached Emma, who was staring at the cloth with wide eyes. “No wait please you don’t need to - MMPPPH!”
Emma’s begging was cut off as the cloth was shoved into her mouth, filling it completely. The end of the tape roll was pulled off and plastered to one cheek as Geremy began to wrap tape around and around her head, trapping her long blonde hair beneath it as the cloth was securely sealed into her mouth. She mmphed, tears leaking down her face over the tape as it was ripped off and pressed down on her cheek.
Knowing she was next, Allison tried to turn away and keep her mouth shut but leashed as she was there was only so far she could go. Using her hair as a handle, Geremy easily wrenched her mouth open and filled with the cloth. Allison retched at the disgusting taste, but was unable to force it out in time before the medical tape came out and sealed her mouth shut. With her lips now unable to separate, she attempted to say something and it came out as a quiet mmph. She was effectively silenced. “Now you ladies don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back after I go looking for some stuff to ah, relieve you of.”
As their captor walked out of sight, Allison and Emma both immediately began struggling as much as they could. The ropes were very well tied, and their leashes prevented the girls from getting close enough together to untie their ropes. Allison grunted in frustration, punching her balled up fists into the mat as the last sliver of hope of escape slipped away and she settled back against the wall. Emma was sniffling beside her, tears leaking down her face as she looked mournfully at her bound ankles, the fabric of her boots making a swishing sound as they rubbed against each other.
The girls could hear Geremy rummaging around at the front desk, probably going through the cash and gear that they stored up there but it was not like they could do anything about it. Allison shifted her body as close as she could to Emma, allowing the other girl to lean into her for comfort as they sat bound and gagged, waiting for him to return.
It might’ve been only a few minutes but felt like an hour to Allison before they heard footsteps coming back towards them, causing Emma to spring back upright off of Allison. “Well as much as I would have liked there to have been more, I can’t say I’m too disappointed.” Geremy said as he walked back around the middle wall and back into sight of the two girls. “Got some stuff to take home. Some equipment, money, your credit cards, climbing gear…and a pretty girl!”
His final reveal was met with screams from both girls as they realized he intended to kidnap one of them. “Well I can’t say it’s an easy decision between you two, so I’m going to make this a competition and leave it in your hands.”
Reaching into his pockets, he pulled out two cleaning cloths and a small bottle of liquid. “This is chloroform, often used by bad guys to knock out pretty girls.”
Allison had watched enough crime dramas to know what was coming next as she looked up at him with fearful eyes. Geremy grinned maniacally, causing both girls to flinch. “The one who succumbs first will be coming with me. The other gets to stay here. Are you two ready?”
Both shook their heads frantically, but were unable to resist as he climbed onto the mat and with a cloth in each hand, pressed them over each girl’s face. Allison took a deep breath as the druggled cloth approached her, Emma was not so lucky as the cloth clamped down over her mouth and nose and immediately began struggling. Unfortunately for Emma, struggling meant more breaths and the drugs seemed to have an almost immediate effect on her as her eyelids became heavy. She struggled her best to stay awake, glancing over at her friend who seemed to be in better shape than her but still drowsy, but under the constant assault of chloroform fumes her eyes eventually closed and she succumbed to the fumes. “And we have a winner!” Geremy announced as Emma went limp. “Congratulations girl, you’ve won the prize of coming home with me!”
He relaxed his grip on her face, while keeping the chloroform cloth firmly planted over her face to ensure she got another dose of the drug. Emma’s body tipped over sideways, allowing him to turn his full attention to Allison who was looking at her friend in horror. “Just a little more sweetie, you’ll have a nice nap and then someone will be along to free you. Eventually.”
Given that she was already drowsy, it took maybe another 30 seconds until Allison also went under and keeled over sideways. Geremy stood up, looking at the two unconscious girls and admired their bodies in tight athletic wear and shapely legs. “Well a promise is a promise.” He muttered as he looked at Allison. “Now, what to do with you…”
- - -
Allison woke up from her drug induced sleep floating in the air. Well, not floating, she was now suspended about six feet off the ground in a complex balltie. Geremy had gone full overkill, with ropes pinning her arms behind her back at the wrists, forearms, and elbows. A harness of rope wrapped around her chest and torso, culminating in a crotch rope that rubbed her sensitive regions through her thin leggings. More ropes coiled around her legs at the ankles, above and below the knees, and thighs, welding them together. If that wasn’t enough to keep her helpless, additional bonds wrapped around her neck, under her legs, and all around her body to fold her into a tight ball. A final insulting rope connected her wrists to her ankles, joining the crotch rope in rubbing between her legs.
Rope attached to her harness in the middle of her back kept her suspended from underneath one of the larger volumes attached to the lead climbing wall, so at least she didn't have to worry about falling. A black rubber ballgag kept her mouth pried open, causing drool to spill towards the floor below her. Looking around as she regained her senses, there seemed to be no sign of Emma or Geremy. “Mrrrmmma?” She called through the gag, hating the rubber taste. “Rrrrrnnnnyymmmmmn?”
The only answer was the hum of the ventilation units as she flexed against the ropes. Her struggling didn’t last long though, as it became very clear he knew what he was doing when he tied her up and there were just too many ropes. She was going to have to wait until someone arrived to free her. Her struggling caused her to begin to rotate, and soon the rotation brought into view the large digital clock on the far wall. Allison let out a strangled cry into her gag as she read it. 11:50. It would be at least eight hours before someone showed up to the gym in the morning. Hanging her head, Allison could do little else than wait in the painful position as she slowly rotated in the air, wondering when this nightmare would be over.
- - -
Many miles away, Emma slowly came to. The darkness confused the young woman, as did her inability to move her body. “Wwwrrrsstpppnnnggg?” She moaned, suddenly becoming aware of what felt like a rubber ball strapped between her teeth.
As her senses recovered, she realized she was tied up on a bare mattress in a basement and memories of what happened in the gym came flooding back to her. Holy shit. She realized. He really did kidnap me!
She was still tightly bound at the wrists, chest and ankles, with some additional ropes along her legs and around her body to pin her arms against her back. A final rope connected her ankles to her wrists, drawing her body back in a strict hogtie. Emma almost immediately started sobbing around her gag seeing her situation. She wondered where Allison was, if she was left behind and what Geremy had done to her.
Emma wasn’t given much time to dwell on it, as her fears were quickly refocused as a door opened behind her and a pair of black boots walked into her field of view. Looking up, she saw the masked face of her captor who casually reached down to fondle her breasts. She squeaked in fear as he spoke. “I was really hoping you’d be the one to come back with me.” He said in a quiet voice that was almost more menacing than a regular tone. “You have wonderful legs and a very nice butt.”
His hands continued to run down her torso and legs, sending shocks running through her body. No matter how much she squealed and squirmed as her body was assaulted, he kept feeling her up and massaging her shoulders and arms. “Don’t worry.” He whispered in her ear. “I’ll take very good care of you.”
He punctuated the sentence by squeezing both of her breasts. Emma sobbed as he continued groping her, wondering if there was any hope of someone finding her and how long she would have to endure these violations for.