Nancy fiddled with the strap of her bag, slung over her shoulder as she stood just outside the hotel lobby waiting for her car to be brought around. She was dressed in the navy blue uniform of a flight attendant, with a white blouse under a navy blazer, pencil skirt, dark hose, and black leather boots with a slight heel. Her watch told her it was just before 7am, plenty of time to reach the airport nearby for her 10am flight.
Finally her black rental vehicle appeared and came to a stop in front of her, the valet in the pressed white uniform of the hotel exited the vehicle and opened the trunk as well, allowing Nancy to place her small wheeled suitcase and bag into the back of the car and close the lid. “Thank you.” She smiled, handing him a tip before entering the car through the open door and driving off.
The valet stood in the door of the hotel watching the vehicle drive off and smiled to himself. She didn’t seem to suspect a thing. He turned and whistled to himself, stuffing the tip money into his pocket and checking his list of people who had checked their cars in for the weekend. Lots of opportunities this weekend it seemed as he smiled to himself.
Down the road, Nancy hummed quietly to herself as she drove along the relatively empty roads towards the airport. About a minute later as she was stopped at a stoplight before the highway, she felt something jam itself into her side, causing her to yelp and start to turn but a voice caused her blood to freeze. “Not a word, lady.” The voice growled. “You will keep on driving and turn right at the next street, or I will pull this trigger and you will die here.”
Oh my god oh my god oh my god. Nancy couldn’t believe it. Someone had been waiting in the backseat of her car this entire time and now she was likely being carjacked. It wasn’t even her car! Trying to stop herself from shaking, she continued on, detouring off of her journey down the side road that she was instructed to do so. Her knuckles were white as she held the steering wheel in a death grip, hoping that this might be a nightmare that she can just wake up from as she was told to pull into a public park parking lot surrounded by trees. “Keep your hands on the wheel.” The man instructed before exiting the car and walking around.
Turning her head, Nancy could see he was a hulking figure dressed in all black that made it easier for him to hide. The pistol in his hand was pointed right at her. “Get out.”
Trembling, Nancy slowly opened the door, keeping her hands raised as she stepped out of the car, the heels of her boots slipping slightly on the gravel as she exited her car. “Turn around and put your hands behind you.” Her attacker grunted, eyes taking in her full body as she stood before him.
Panic almost overcame Nancy as she realized it was more than just a carjacking now, it was a kidnapping. As she turned, she saw him pull from a small bag two sets of plasticuffs, similar to what police used at riots and knew that once those were secured around her wrists, there was no escaping unless someone cut them off. She nearly tried to run, but in her boots on this gravel and the gun in his hand, she knew she wouldn’t get very far before he gunned her down and she very much preferred to live. She submitted instead, pressing her body against the side of the car as he took her wrists in gloved hands and tightened the cuffs around her wrists. Her blazer offered no protection as the thick plastic bit into her flesh, causing her to yelp as they were pulled tight. A final pull ensured that her wrists were securely bound and Nancy barely had time to test her new bonds before a hand yanked back on her hair, causing her to cry out in pain.
Her cry was abruptly cut off as a rubber ballgag was jammed between her lips and fastened under her long blonde hair. She bit down into the hard rubber, immediately hating the rubber taste on her tongue. “Nmmm plrrrrsss dnnmmmm!” She tried to say, but the gag did its job effectively.
With his captive muffled, turns his attention towards her black leather boots, quickly securing both together with another set of zipcuffs and ensuring she could only take two inch steps. Nancy was spun around, struggling to keep her balance with her ankles now bound, before he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. Popping the trunk, he deposited the bound flight attendant beside her luggage, adding one final ziptie between her ankle and wrist bonds to hogtie the helpless woman. Looking around to make sure no one was around, it was a relatively quiet part of town anyways and the park was rather isolated, he closed the trunk and climbed into the driver’s seat. A quick text sent off to confirm the package was secured, he drove off to the designated meetup point where a buddy was waiting with a van and they could ditch the rental car.
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Twirling keys around his finger, Larry walked down the driveway towards the parking garage where all the valet vehicles were. The two girls waiting for their car were definitely prime material for them to grab. They were in town for the country music festival happening this weekend and had dressed accordingly. One was a tall slim dark haired girl who was dressed in a white tube top, white shorts and black cowgirl boots. The other was a brunette Eurasian girl in a red top, white skirt, and brown cowgirl boots. They were young, probably in their early college years, and the thought of them squirming in tight bondage got his blood pumping. Locating the car, he climbed in and drove it down one level to a corner away from the cameras, where a black van was waiting.
As he pulled to a stop in front of it, the side slid open and a man dressed in black got out before opening up the back door of the SUV and climbing in. “Was getting cramped waiting for you to come buy.” He grunted.
“Morning to you too.” Larry grinned. “Two girls, college, going to the country music festival. Should be simple.”
“Always have to give me the harder ones huh.” The man in the back grumbled. “Alright, let’s go.”
Larry grinned and drove the vehicle back up to the front of the hotel. Pulling to a stop in front of the girls, he stepped out and opened the door for the Eurasian girl, who passed him a tip with a quick thanks and the girls jumped into the vehicle and drove off. Careless. He thought as he walked back to the valet stand. Always check the back, you never know when someone could be hiding back there.
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20 minutes later, Natalie was sobbing as a man wrapped duct tape around her wrists, binding them together behind her back. Too excited about the country music festival, she and Carissa had just been chatting excitedly as Natalie drove down the highway to the outskirts of town where it was being held. Then a man had sprung up from the back, causing Natalie to nearly crash the car when the two friends were being held at gunpoint. In retrospect, that might’ve actually been the better outcome since she had been forced to drive to an isolated stretch on a side road and get into the backseat. The two girls cowered together as a duct tape role had been tossed into Natalie’s lap and she was instructed to tie up her friend.
Picking up the tape in shaking hands, Carissa did her best to reassure her as her wrists were crossed and Natalie gingerly wrapped tape around them to pin them together. “Tighter.” The man in black instructed. “Or I’ll do it. And you don’t want me to do it.”
Natalie flinched before trying to tighten the wraps around her friend’s wrists. “Good, now around those nice cowgirl boots of hers.”
Carissa placed her boots side by side, making it easier for Natalie to wrap them with multiple rounds of tape to bind them together. With Carissa now bound, the man took the tape roll and began binding her wrists behind her back, much tighter than she had tied Carissa. “Oww, so tight!” She complained.
“Shutup.”
The tone was cold, causing Natalie to shudder inside as he bent down to bind her ankles over her cowgirl boots. The tape would ruin the boots, but currently she had bigger problems to worry about since the two girls were now bound in the back of their car. And probably not getting to the festival. Gloved hands tickled the back of her neck, and Natalie realized that he was undoing the knot of the bandana that was around her neck before a hand gripped her chin, forcing her mouth open and the bandana was rammed into her mouth. “MMMMMPH!” She cried out in shock as it filled her mouth.
She wasn’t given much time to recover as the end of the duct tape roll was slapped onto her cheek and he began wrapping it around her head. “Stop that! You’re hurting her!” Carissa pleaded as she watched him wrap a half dozen wraps around Natalie’s head to hold her jaw in a vice-like grip and completely gag her.
Satisfied with her gag, the man slammed the door shut and walked around to the other side of the car to do the same to Carissa. Carissa did her best to kick out with her boots but she was easily subdued and another cloth soon filled her mouth to muffle her screams. Six more wraps of duct tape over her dark hair soon ensured that he would barely be able to hear the screams inside of the car and the man got into the front of the car and drove off, taking the two girls off to the unknown.
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The next group Larry was a little more nervous about. There were four hot blondes, definitely here on daddy’s money from the jewelry and bags that they showed up with. They were driving a van, most likely because that was all that would fit their enormous suitcases, which did mean that two men could hide in the trunk for when he brought the van around for the girls and they even left him a generous tip. Larry stood there wondering how much he could get from their wallets, but then shrugged his shoulders. He was being paid more than he needed with this side gig so money wasn’t a huge issue with him. He would see the merchandise later, which is what made the job really worth it.
Meanwhile halfway across town, two men were climbing into the front seats of a van and glanced back to look at their helpless cargo. In the spacious trunk of the van lay four helpless girls, hogtied, gagged, and blindfolded as they whimpered in fear at the sudden dark turn their vacation had taken. “Keep it down back there, or I’ll have my buddy sit back there with you and he has some touchy hands!” One threatened, causing a couple girls to give muffled shrieks before going quiet.
As worried as they were about dealing with four girls, the grab had gone off without a hitch. There had been a lot of initial screaming before the girls quieted down, the two in the backseat held at gunpoint as they were directed to drive to the relatively hidden parking lot. With their hands raised, each of the rich daddy’s girls had been forced out and lined up against the van, where one of the men came forward with ropes and gags and the other held the rest of the girls at gunpoint.
The first was a pretty girl with her blonde hair cut short. Dressed in a green halter top, a black belted denim skirt and high heeled sandals, she’d barely resisted as the ropes came out and her hands were lashed behind her back. More rope followed around her upper body to form a harness, then her ankles and knees were bound together. A rope was added beneath the soles of her heels ot trap them on her feet for good measure, then a red rubber ball on a strap was forced between her teeth and buckled at the back of her neck.
The next girl was a dark haired beauty dressed in a black cropped tank top, red flowy skirt, and Doc Marten boots. She had put up a struggle when first grabbed to be tied, but a few slaps on her butt and threats caused her to quiet down and meekly submit to being bound and gagged like her friend. Her elbows even came together surprisingly, thrusting her breasts out and stretching her tank top which she noted with some embarrassment but she couldn’t say anything about it chewing on a ballgag.
The third girl was a blubbering mess in a sundress and platform sandals, pleading for them to be let go, that their fathers had lots of money to pay them for letting them go, that they had influential fathers. It was a pleasure to jam a ballgag into her mouth before the ropes even began, leaving her to sob and drool around the rubber ball. She proved to not be as flexible as her two friends with the elbow bonds, but she was quickly roped up and made helpless in a matter of minutes.
The last girl, the driver, was a tall dark haired girl with supermodel proportions that had both men practically drooling to get their hands on her. She had shown some resistance at the start but after watching her three friends get bound and gagged, her will to resist seemed to be broken and she presented her wrists behind her back without a peep. Opening her mouth to accept the ballgag, her perfect white teeth looked glorious wrapped around the red orb.
No one was around to witness the kidnapping as the men carried each girl one by one to the open trunk and secured them into a hogtie in the back side by side. Black scarves blindfolded each of them to prevent any sight, and soon four squirming packages were ready to be delivered. Texting confirmation of a good snatch, the two men shifted the van into reverse to pull out of the parking lot and headed back down the road to base.
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Larry always kept his eye out for women who were by themselves or seemed like easy grabs and tonight was no exception. He spotted her through the glass of the lobby windows, wavy brown hair, a brilliant red dress that hugged her curves, thigh high suede boots high a high heel and a black leather jacket over her shoulders. “Off on a date tonight?” He asked as the girl walked up to him and handed him her valet slip.
She gave him a bright smile. “Yes, visiting my boyfriend while I’m in town on a business trip.”
“He’s a very lucky guy.” Larry said before taking the slip and heading off to the garage. Unlucky that he’ll never get to see her again.
Getting the car and setting it up with another one of the crew, he brought her car back up to the front of the hotel and held the door open for her. “Enjoy your night ma’am. Thank you.” He accepted her tip before closing the door and watching her drive off.
That’s probably enough for the weekend, don’t want to attract too much attention back to me. He thought to himself as he walked back to the stand.
Half an hour later, Tricia lay in the passenger seat of her rental car, wondering how this could have possibly happened to her. She had been all excited to go see her boyfriend at a fancy restaurant, and those plans had been exploded the moment the hulking figure of a man had sprung up from the backseat and held a knife to her throat. She’d been forced to drive to a secluded spot, in the darkness it was impossible for anyone to see her plight, and then her attacker had brought out the ropes.
Now she sat in the front seat of her car, her arms boxtied behind her back with a harness that wrapped above and below her breasts. Her leather jacket had been stripped off of her and had been drawn around her shoulders and partially zipped up, hiding her bonds. Her legs had been bound in three places with rope, thankfully her long boots protected her skin from the coarse fibers but she now felt like a mermaid, unable to use her legs or arms. A hard rubber ball on a strap had been forced between her lips and strapped under her long hair and then covered with a mask so that no one could see any sign that she was a helpless prisoner being driven away. Blacked out sunglasses were the final touch, cutting off her sight. Tricia could only moan pitifully and squirm a bit in her bonds as her captor reached over and groped her chest through her jacket. “Don’t worry cutie, we’ll be there soon.” He laughed.
Tricia whimpered, having no idea where “there” was, or what this was all about. Unfortunately for her, she would soon find out that she will never see her boyfriend ever again.
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Authorities are investigating the disappearance of several young women, last seen visiting the area. A flight attendant, several tourists and two attendees of the country music festival all left the hotel on Sunday and then were never seen again. Police are treating these as kidnappings, but no ransom demand has been made…
Larry grinned as he watched the news report about the missing girls. So far there had been no real lead back to him or the operation. The police had questioned him but he was just a simple valet who retrieved cars, there was no reason to suspect him for anything. Turning the tv off, he walked back out of the small office into the main room of the warehouse, where several men were busy with the new merchandise. The group of rich snobby girls were off on the right, now collared and being led towards a set of cages on leashes. The cowgirls were now chained against a wall, hands shackled overhead and more cuffs around their boots, denting the leather. The girl with the hot date was still boxtied and gagged, but now tied down to a chair in the center of their photo studio getting her picture taken as tears streamed down her cheeks. The first capture, the flight attendant, was forced into a ball inside one of the cages. She watched helplessly as the four other girls were brought over to her and one by one, they were unleashed from the coffle and forced inside a small metal prison. Not bad for a day’s work. He thought to himself. As he walked over to start feeling up the cowgirls, much to their displeasure. Wonder what we can get next weekend.