Kinktober 2020 #14

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, M/F bondage, kidnapping

She was petite and flexible, the best kind of woman to transport.

Barely five feet tall, both a gymnast and a yogi. The recon work had shown her doing some stretches that needed some serious flexibility. The twenty-three-year-old was compact and fit, with a nicely tight ass and perky breasts, and long black hair that reached the center of her back. She was wearing a bright blue tee shirt, with blue nylon tights and a pair of black jean shorts and matching black high heels. Her name was Lindsey.

(Lindsey liked feeling taller when she wore high heels.)

She was currently bound with rope and gagged with a black ballgag. Getting her under control had been easy enough. Lindsey wasn’t a fighter. All her kidnappers had to do was show her a gun, and her cute face made an adorably terrified expression.

“Alright sweetheart, listen up,” said the burly six-foot-two man in the process of abducting her. She stared back with wide, watery, terrified eyes. “Here’s what’s going to happen. See this bag right here?”

It was the biggest nylon bag Lindsey had ever seen, and half-filled with blankets and padding.

“I need to know you can hear me, sweetie,” said the man when she didn’t respond. “Nod if you understand.”

Lindsey couldn’t nod fast enough.

“Good girl. Now, we’re going to set you into that bag, and you’re going to kneel down and roll yourself into a ball. Then we’ll zip you up, lock you in, and be on our way. Understand?”

She didn’t, really. Why were they doing all this? But she nodded anyway.

“And then we’re going to walk away. Now, we won’t be walking near people. We know the back alleys well enough that we shouldn’t run into anyone. But if we do, you’re not going to make any noise. Understand?

Again, Lindsey nodded.

“Good girl!” He said it differently this time, elongating both words as if he was talking to a dog. He even patted her head. “Now let’s get you all packed up…”