by Bradford

Originally published in HOM Bondage Magazine, issue unknown

Transcribed by guardian46w

Story codes:  M/f, bdsm, n/c, drugged, rope, gag, stripped, kidnap, sold, X

Randi sat on the edge of her bed, carefully rolling the sheer, smoke-hued nylons up her legs, occasionally checking to ensure their straightness.  This would be a satisfying evening, she thought to herself.  Tony was one of the gullible pliant young men she preferred today, perhaps a bit more easily managed than most, in fact.  The perfect date for Randi consisted of a very expensive dinner, followed by a tour of the fashionable drinking spots,.  The night would be punctuated by her date's occasional sexual advances, invariably parried in her lightly teasing manner without a direct refusal.  Finally, back to her flat for a nightcap.

Sex?  Forget it.  Randi had other sources of gratification, and she took an odd pleasure in leading her various escorts to believe the riches of Golconda would eventually be theirs.  She'd given up counting her kills long ago, but she knew the number was prodigious.

After slipping on a light green jumpsuit, Randi busied herself arranging her short sandy hair and applying a small amount of eye shadow.  She'd barely put the finishing touches to the overall effect when the doorbell rang.

"Hi, kitten," Tony beamed as he walked in.  He was a tall, slightly thin young man, rather conservatively dressed in an English-tailored suit and wearing glasses.  His eyes strayed appreciatively up and down Randi's figure.  He obviously liked what he saw, a fact that was evinced by the growing snugness of his well cut trousers.

"I didn't expect you quite so early, Tony," Randi confessed, "but I'm glad you're here.  Where are we eating tonight?"

Surprise tonight!  I thought we'd run up to my place so I could cook my specialitie de maison.  I'm quite a cook, you know.  Afterwards, we'll do the town like you wanted."  Randi was slightly disappointed but the prospect of another psychological victory was too tempting for her to refuse.  It was only moments later, then, that the pair were in Tony's convertible headed uptown.

Switching off the FM radio, Tony remarked, "How long have we been working in the same office, would you say?"

Randi crinkled her now.  "I'm not sure, seven months or so.  Why?"

I'm just trying to figure out why I haven't taken you out more.  I consider us pretty good friends and all, but it just seems strange that I haven't shown you more of the attention you deserve."

Tony's words carried a wealth of unuttered feeling, and Randi hesitated before answering, so her amusement could subside.  "That doesn't matter, Tony.  What counts is that we're able to get together now and then and enjoy ourselves - and I do like being with you."  Looking out of the corner of her eye, Randi could see the muscle of Tony's jaw bulge in anger, just slightly, and she congratulated herself.  He was really something!  Kept coming back for more like a beagle that had been kicked in the belly.  She'd bring him to a white-hot fury tonight, she promised herself.  After that... well, he'd probably know the score by then and crawl off to lick his wounds.

Tony's apartment was decorated in a Near East motif, with two huge wall tapestries and a large amount of intricate brass and wood.  After mixing Randi a drink, Tony busied himself in the kitchen for some time.

Chow down!" he announced as Randi finished her third martini.  Rolling a small cart to the mahogany dining table at one end of the room.  Tony began transferring dishes to the table rapidly.  At last he rolled the cart back into the kitchen, after which he lit the candles on the table and smilingly motioned Randi to a seat.

Randi was bewildered at first by the number of dishes before them.  "God!  This must have taken hours," she said.

Most of it was ready and warming while I went to pick you up.  The lamb kabobs were the only thing I had to fix right away.  How do you like it?  Try some of that shrimp cocktail first; the sauce is something I worked up especially for you."  After the first bite, Randi's eyes widened in appreciation, and the meal was off to a successful start.

Most of the dinner conversation centered around their relationship.  Tony seemed thoughtful, and there was little, if any, evidence of the suppressed anger Randi had noticed earlier.  All the while she reassured Tony of her interest, Randi wondered to herself when the first clumsy attempt would come.  After dinner?  In a dark corner in the first bistro they visited?  It didn't matter, really.  The finale would be as certain.

Another glass of wine?"

I shouldn't, really, but it's so delicious I think I will."  It might have been the martinis or the wine, but Randi was feeling decidedly dizzy and warm.  The cool night air, she was sure, would pep her up, so she had no compunction about accepting yet another glass when Tony offered it..  As she finished her last fork-full of pilaf, she sighed with satisfaction.  "You missed your calling, Tony.  You could be another Oscar of the Waldorf!  Where did you learn to cook?"

Tony lit his pipe and leaned back slightly.  "I just picked it up.  When you have to fend for yourself, it's surprising what you can learn.  If you're ready, let's just leave the dishes and get going."

Randi stood up, and quickly put a hand out to steady herself as a fresh wave of dizziness came over her.  Tony quickly caught her and helped her to the couch.  "Are you okay?" he asked solicitously.

I... I think so.  I'm just so dizzy… and hot.  Can I have a cold cloth?"  He brought one and placed it gently on her forehead, then sat beside her.

I feel awful about this," Randi murmured.  "You went to a lot of effort to cook a nice dinner for us and I've spoiled it by worrying you this way."

Now, you just relax," Tony smiled.  "I've got a hunch you'll be feeling lots better very soon now.  Rest for a few minutes, why don't you, and I'll clear the dishes."  As Tony fussed with the empty dishes, Randi found herself involuntarily pressing and releasing her upper thighs.  Then, amazingly, she found that she was overtly stimulating herself!  Mustering all her will power, Randi crossed her legs to obviate the possibility of doing it again.  Pity for Tony?  A delayed reaction from the liquor?  Not likely, Randi was a girl who could handle her alcohol, and men, sexually, just weren't her thing.  She was shaken.

The table cleared, Tony laid his pipe on the mantel and sat beside her again.  Randi decided that a bit of conversation might distract her.  "You seem preoccupied with the East.  Your apartment - the meal - what's the story?"

Well, of course a large export company such as ours does a good deal of business with the Arab nations," Tony began.  "A couple of years ago, I was sent to our Izmir branch as liaison for a machinery deal and took to the life style.  That's where I learned a great number of things.  That shrimp sauce, for example… what did you think of it?"

Randi didn't want to think about food just then.  "Sharp, not, spicy.  It was good," she said dully.

I'm glad you liked it.  The recipe included a pinch of yohimbe bark - a powerful aphrodisiac.  The wine… well, that was a bit different.  You might have wondered why I'd serve a Greek retsina with an Eastern meal.  I had to use a piquant wine to disguise the distinctive flavor of cantharides."  Tony's smile was far from gentle, now.  It had a sinister twist, and Randi suddenly discovered that, for the first time in her life, she was afraid of a man!  As she started to stand up, to run, Tony quickly reached under a cushion of the couch and removed a small coil of nylon rope.

Before Randi could take a step, slowed in her reactions as she was, Tony had several turns of the rope about her wrists, which he had twisted up behind her back.  He finished off the lashing with two tight painful knots.  "The most stereotyped woman alive," he sneered.  "The common, garden-variety pricktease."  Pushing Randi back onto the couch, he went on, "Wiggle your little tits, give out a few bright smiles and feed your shallow ego.  The game's in my court now, Randi, and I've just called a foul.  I have some very special plans for you.  They've been in the back of my mind ever since the first time we went out and it was so obvious to me what you were."  He reached into his pocket and took out a small penknife which was immediately put into play cutting off Randi's top and bra.  Then he slipped down her pants and bikini panties.

Through the haze and confusion, Randi realized what Tony was doing, and it seemed to her that her sexual urge at that moment was more important that her disinterest in him as a sex partner.  "Yes... yesss," she whispered.

His harsh laugh brought her part-way back to full consciousness.  "Yes, what?  You don't think that I'm going... no, no.  That'd be too easy.  No, Randi, what I've got in mind fits you to a 'T', and you're not going to like it."  Frantically, then, she twisted her wrists behind her to free her hands, to get one of them, at least, where it would do the most good.  When she realized the attempt was hopeless, Randi clashed her thighs together feverishly, bu Tony had foreseen that, and from under the couch produced a short metal rod with wide leather bands fastened to both ends.  When one band was attached to each leg just above the knee, Randi's legs were effectively held apart.  The rigidity of the rod and strength of the leather hobbles made any motion of her upper legs an impossibility, and Randi sobbed with frustration, tears coursing down her cheeks as she realized that she was now the plaything.

A three-inch wide leather band, with a rubber gag attached, was next.  Tony forced the rubber plug into Randi's mouth and pulled the leather strap tightly across her cheeks; the hard metal buckle dug painfully into the nape of Rani's neck as Tony fastened it.  He impatiently forced her head down a bit as he did the buckling.  The end result was that any motion of Randi's head would only tighten the gag.  She continued to sob, her fear obliterated by her overwhelming need for a climax, however degrading.

Tony regarded her with a please expression.  "For someone who doesn't know much about bondage, I'd say I did a fairly respectable job.  No comment?  Not matter, I'm sure you agree.  Now just let me make a phone call and I'll be right with you."

While Tony spoke softly into the telephone, Randi continued to pull at her bonds, still without any measurable success.  Her thighs were beginning to glisten with moisture and the gag couldn't quite stifle the groans of frustrated helplessness in her throat.  She could feel some pain in her wrists now.  The discomfort of the gag buckle had masked that, evidently, and the chafing of her wrists was becoming more insistent.  A sudden twinge of pain, caused by a strand of hair caught in the gag, caused her to raise her head a bit to ease the pull, only to tighten the chafing leather over her lips.  Finally Tony came back to her.

That didn't take long.  Now, then!  You needed some help, you said?"  He placed his hand lightly over Randi's mound and she jerked spasmodically against his palm once, then again and again.  Placing two finger at the upper apex of her cunt, Tony pressed hard for several seconds.  Screaming her relief against the gag, Randi felt a shudder begin.  It spread rapidly along her spine, localized against Tony's finger, and... he stopped!

"Ahmmmm!" she shrieked, rewarded only by a tight, evil grin.

Hey, you're learning already!  When I said you wouldn't like it, I didn't lie.  Excuse me a minute, darling.  I'm just a bit thirsty and an ale would taste good right now."  When he returned with his drink, Tony lectured.  "Your secondary problem is that you're too hot-blooded.  I think you need to cool down some, Randi."  With those words, Tony pressed the frosted side of his ale can directly against Randi's lower abdomen.

The sudden shock of cold metal against her skin, so close to the seat of her discomfort and frustration, made Randi arch back in a rictus of momentary agony, her eyes protruding and the muscles of her neck tightly bunched.  As the can was removed, Randi noticed that, despite her reaction to the aphrodisiac, she was now clearheaded and totally aware of all the circumstances surrounding her capture, humiliation and reaction.  For a moment or two, she again began fighting the restraints, with the same results as before.

Tony drained the can of ale.  "Now, my sweet, I think perhaps I'll..." At that moment the doorbell rang.

The brutally tight gag still restricting her head movements, Randi watched the door sideways as Tony admitted a slim short man with oily hair and a thin mustache.  "As-saalam aleikum," the stranger intoned, touching his breast, lips and forehead.  Tony replied in kind and the pair walked over to where Randi sat secure in her trussing.

Randi, let me introduce Colonel Rasul al-Habib of the People's Republic of Afaram.  He and his staff have been looking forward to meeting you for a long time," Tony smirked.  "As you probably know, slavery and harems are still very much de rigeur in the Arabic nations, and attractive blonds are definitely in demand."  As Tony spoke, a pair of workmen entered the apartment carrying a large wooden packing crate.  Tony motioned them to set it down, and they did so, unscrewing the heavy top.

"The box you see will be loaded on a plane tonight headed for my nation," said the Arab.  "It is provided with attachments to hold you motionless and will not be inspected by Customs, as it will be traveling under diplomatic seal.  Further, the men you see will be playing a rather loud portable radio on the way to the airport to make sure there will be no distracting noise. " He withdrew a thick yellow envelope, which Tony accepted and put in his inner pocket.

As the final straps were buckled around the protesting girl's body and the lid resealed, the Colonel turned to Tony.  "My friend, I must thank you for your efforts.  If you are in my country at any time in the future, feel free to visit me."

Tony shook the Colonel's hand.  "Shukran, ya sayyedi!"

"It is nothing.  Excuse, please, the truck is waiting.  Until another time."  The workmen eased the crate down the stairs, followed by the exultantly-smiling Arab officer.  Tony relit his briar and smiled gently.  Strangely, then, he realized that he was still hungry.

THE END