She had absolutely no idea why she loved being a ‘victim’ although this had been a deep part of her psychology for as long as she could remember. She had been tied up when she was around seven in a game with her brothers. They had bound her with skipping ropes and left her tied to a tree. Rather than being scared, she had liked it, she had made no attempt to escape and had stood there for two hours until her mother came looking for her. She had cried and told them what her brothers had done, but now she realised that her tears came from a place that was more connected with being released rather than what had happened. Her brothers had been severely told off and punished for what they had done and to Maddy’s young mind this showed that what had happened was wrong. As the years had gone on, she had maneuvered as many games with her brothers and friends so that she would be kidnapped and subsequently had spent much of her free time tied up and gagged. As they had all grown older and entered their teenage years, the games had faded away and her opportunity to be a helpless hostage had vanished with them. By the time she was fourteen, there was no ‘innocent’ way that she could be restrained in the way that made her feel freer than she felt when she was unfettered. So, she had experimented with restraining herself with whatever she had at hand and while it satisfied her a little, it was far from ideal – the bonds she administered were always escapable and this always tarnished these moments. She had gone to college and university and there had been a string of boyfriends and most of them acquiesced to her desires but none of them were particularly interested in it. As such, she never really enjoyed it as much as she had wanted to. When she was nineteen, she had met a beautiful, exciting woman called Bethany. Much to her surprise, she had found herself drawn into a relationship that had been dangerous and sexual to a point that made her question who she was.
She had been with Bethany for five months and together they had explored what they both wanted and it had been one time in her life that she had truly felt alive and fulfilled. They had travelled both physically and mentally and she had found that she got as much of a thrill from the darker sides of her fetish. Pain and pleasure became largely interchangeable to her and it had been glorious. Bethany had enjoyed taking the submissive role as much as she did and they changed their roles to match their moods.
Of course nothing ever lasts. Bethany had found someone that she wanted to be with more than she wanted to be with Maddy. The breakup had not been amicable and Maddy had never forgiven Bethany for abandoning her to a wasteland of loneliness and bitter anger. It was not a coincidence that she chose tall blonde girls with blue eyes as her victims. She had been bereft and had not found someone that fulfilled her as much until she met David; the quiet little mild mannered gentleman who had a creative and dark soul that made her soul dance. She missed the things that Bethany could do that her husband had never really managed to master – but he was a good man. Well, perhaps good was not quite the word, but he was good to her and that mattered. When she had introduced the idea of bringing ropes into their love making, he had actually smiled with relief and confessed that it had been his intention to broach the subject but he hadn’t wanted to sicken her. From that moment on they had been as compatible as any couple could be and it had been only a matter of time before they wanted to explore their desires to a natural conclusion.
She felt the cold steel against her throat and knew that she was getting moist; the idea that their victims were watching this display with no knowledge of what was behind it was exciting. This had been something they had done before – never with two victims, but it had always helped with the next stage in the games. She writhed sensuously against the bonds and whimpered into her gag in a manner that she hoped sounded afraid and terrified.
David heard his wife whimper and fought to control the erection that was stirring beneath the tight leather of the trousers she had bought him. He was uncomfortable with showing anything resembling lust in front of strangers and these trousers were so close to his skin that any movement would be instantly noticeable. He turned his attention to his wife and marvelled at how good she still looked; Her skin was still supple and fresh and the fact that she went swimming and took a number of Zumba classes a week made her fitter and lither than she had ever been. He swallowed as he saw the straps constrain her tanned flesh and had to fight against the urge to take her here and now. He swallowed and then looked at the bound girls; The real hostages, and saw that the brunette was watching this with what could be seen as wide eyed terror. The blonde was watching impassively and this bothered him a little bit. There was something in her eyes that discomforted him and he didn’t quite know what it was. In fact when she had been taken, she hadn’t struggled against the chloroform. She had seemed to accept it. He had scratches on his forearm from the brunette who had kicked and struggled like all the others before her. But the blonde had almost seemed to lean into the pad as he had placed it over her mouth.
He glanced at Maddy and decided that the next part of the game was ready.
‘I am going to untie you now,’ he hissed at her. ‘I want you to help me and if you don’t, then I will kill you and the others. Do you understand?’
Maddy lay still on the table, playing her part to perfection. ‘I asked if you understood.’ He emphasised the question by sticking the skewer against her cheek and she nodded her head, whimpering a little into her gag.
‘Good!’ He slammed the skewer into the table and began to unstrap her from her bonds. The loosening of each belt making her skin flower with crimson welts. She placed her arms over her almost exposed breasts as soon as her hands were free and he smiled beneath his mask at this. They had noticed that a number of their previous victims had done this when afforded the opportunity and it added a touch of realism to the proceedings. The captives watched as he untied her and pulled her roughly to her feet, pulling the hood from her head and revealing her face to them.
It was this gesture that told Portia that she was in very real and genuine trouble; She had seen the face of one of the killers and that meant that they had absolutely no intention of letting either of them go. She watched as he held the skewer at the back of her head and to be fair this woman was playing her part well. above the intact gag her eyes danced with fear and terror.
‘I will tell you all what is going to happen and you will comply as your actions will have an effect on the other captives. If you behave and do as you are told then you will all live. If you resist, then you will be responsible for the death of one of the others. Nod if you understand!’
They all nodded and the masked man chuckled beneath his mask. ‘Good, now I am going to ask you to cut one of these girls free. If she misbehaves I will shove this through your head and into your brain. If you do anything with the knife other than cut the ropes I will slice through your throat!’ He paused and looked at the girls, he decided that the brunette should be first as the blonde was upsetting him a little with her lack of outward terror. ‘That one, free that one first!’ He pushed her towards the brunette and she cried out into the ball that was in her mouth. He gave her a small knife which she took meekly and then she knelt down.
Katie looked into her fellow captives eyes as she started to saw through the ropes that held her legs together. She tried to communicate that she understood what was happening but the woman was so terrified that all she could do was cut through the bonds. The relief as the ropes fell free was electrifying, she felt her limbs dance with freedom and as the circulation began to surge through her, there was a tingling within her nerve endings that was almost painful to the point that she thought she might laugh. Within a minute, she had been cut free from the ropes and was longing for the gag to come out, she reached for the tape but the masked man shook his head and pushed the skewer a little bit forwards making the third hostage whimper. Katie looked at him and nodded.
‘Stand up,’ he ordered and she did. ‘Now, undress!’
Katie stood looking at him. She looked at the woman who returned her gaze with wide imploring eyes and af
ter a moment she nodded and began to undress. As she disrobed, she looked around for something, anything that she might be able to use against the man but everything that was heavy enough to be used as a weapon was too far away to get to without the woman in front of her being skewered. She stripped to her underwear and looked at the man as she reached around to unhook her bra.
‘That’s enough!’ The man barked. ‘Sit on that chair!’ He gestured towards a wooden chair and Katie moved towards it. As she did so the man fished a pair of handcuffs from one of his pockets. ‘Chain her to the chair!’ He hissed at the third woman and she shook her head. ‘Do it!’ He shouted and she began to weep. Katie looked at her and nodded that it was okay, that everything would be okay. She sat down and dutifully placed her hands behind her back. The woman fastened the handcuffs to her wrists, threading the short length of chain through one of the wooden struts.
Katie sat and watched as the procedure was repeated on the other girl but as soon as her hands were free she looked at the masked man and then quickly ripped the tape from her mouth and spat out a wad of cloth. Katie widened her eyes expecting the third woman to be stabbed through the head but the blonde girl just looked at her captors.
‘You can stop this charade now,’ she said, her voice croaky and dry. ‘I want a glass of water before I take my clothes off and I want your wife to get it for me.’
The third hostage looked at the masked man and a moment passed before the third woman unfastened her gag. ‘Take your clothes off and I will get you a glass of water.’
The blonde woman nodded and looked at Katie. ‘You had better get her one too, there is absolutely no point in having us dehydrate. Oh, and you can take the mask off if you want– It makes you look like a prick.’
She started removing her blouse and the man shrugged a little and took his mask off. The blonde woman glanced at him as she slid the short skirt down her legs and she smiled a little. ‘You still look like a bit of a prick without the mask but at least this way we can communicate. My name is Portia by the way and sorry but you are not getting to see me as an object rather than a person. Shall I sit in the chair behind the other girl?
The man nodded and she sat down and allowed him to handcuff her to the chair. The woman brought over a glass of water and fed it to her and Portia allowed some of the cold water to dribble from her mouth and to land on her chest. She looked at the woman and smiled a little. ‘Clumsy me,’ she said in a low breathless voice. The man, not in the slightest bit intimidating without the mask took the tape from Katie’s mouth and removed the wet cloth that was rolled up in her mouth. He held the glass to her and she drank, the water almost burning her throat. She looked at him and held his gaze until he looked away. Portia shifted a little in her chair and crossed her legs.
‘So, now you have us here, in our underwear and completely at your mercy, I have to ask, what do you intend to do with us?’ She asked and for the first time in years, David and Maddy felt like they may be losing some control.
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CHAPTER SIX
‘How the fuck did she know?’ David hissed as he glanced through the kitchen door to the bound women.
‘I don’t know,’ Maddy said in a voice that she hoped was calming. ‘It must have guessed or something, but it doesn’t matter; Does it?’ She had decided to emphasise that the blonde and the brunette were not people, not here. They were toys; Things that would give her and her husband the best anniversary weekend they had ever had. There was no way that she would refer to them as anything other than objects and she wanted David to remember that too,
‘Of course it bloody matters,’ he looked at his wife. ‘We have to be in total control to make this work! We can’t risk anything because you know what will happen if we get caught. Don’t you?’
‘We won’t get caught David,’ she laid a hand on his arm and looked into his eyes. ‘It is handcuffed to a chair in its underwear, it doesn’t know who we are or where we are and in two days it will be dead and under the vegetable garden.’
He looked at her, his face etched with nervous anxiety. ‘She knew that you weren’t a hostage. How did she know? None of the rest of them have known. So how did she? What did we do wrong?’ He placed his head into his hands and sat on the table with a moan. ‘What was different?’
‘Darling, will you calm down,’ Maddy adopted a stern tone in her voice, hoping that it would bring her husband back from the edge of panic. ‘We did what we always do and it just guessed, that’s all. It made a guess and it was right. The only thing that has changed is that I don’t get to play at being a victim for as long as I would have liked but we have two of them and maybe we needed to take that into account.’
‘What do we do now?’
‘We do what we always do,’ she smiled. ‘We have a glass of wine and then when it gets dark we move them to the utility shed.’
David nodded and looked at the women in the other room. The blonde one, Portia was staring at him with a slightly amused expression on her face, her blue eyes glittering with secret knowledge and he didn’t like it in the slightest. There was something discomforting about her and to be honest he didn’t like the fact she had seen through their game at all. It didn’t seem right that she should have any control and now it seemed that she had. It was true that she was chained up but by her expression that didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest and that was the most disturbing thing of all.
‘We should take them out now!’ He said and Maddy shook her head.
‘No, what if there are hill walkers nearby? What if Frank Matthews has decided that it was a nice enough evening to take his micro light up? We wait until dusk.’
‘She’s staring at me!’
‘Then go and put a bag over its head or something. You are in charge of it; You can do whatever the Hell you want with it; with both of them – but we have to be careful.’
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. She moved her body forwards so that her bare torso was pressing against the leather of his shirt, the feeling making her spine tingle. She wished that she was still bound and helpless but that wasn’t going to happen – not for the moment, but once they were both in the utility shed, tucked up nice and safely for the night, then her and David could come in and play for the entire night if they wished. They had all day Saturday and all day Sunday to play with the two things they had brought with them and that was a delicious powerful feeling. ‘Now, go and pour me a glass of wine, red please.’
He smiled and shot another glance at the women. ‘Okay darling, you’re the boss.’
He moved to the wine rack and chose a bottle of Merlot and poured two glasses. Maddy was completely correct – he had to relax. They were both still restrained and completely lost to the world.
This was going to be a good weekend, one that they would never forget.
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‘My name is Katie.’
‘What?’ Portia was brought from her thoughts by the woman behind her. She instantly recognised the peculiarly nasal whine of an Australian accent and inwardly she shuddered. She hated Australians even more than she hated Americans. ‘Sorry, my name’s Portia, I was lost in thought there. I’m very pleased to meet you Katie, I’d offer to shake hands but I’m a little…’
‘Tied up at the moment? Yeah, I know the feeling,’ Katie turned and tried to see what was happening in the kitchen. ‘Can I ask you something?’
‘Of course you can. I’m not going anywhere.’
‘How did you know?’
‘Know what?’
‘That she was with him, that it was all an act?’
‘Oh, that,’ Portia smiled a little. ‘I guessed that’s all. It was wild a guess but it seems to have struck a chord.’
She hadn’t guessed. It was very obvious to anyone with a brain and a little bit of foresight, but the woman that was chained behind her seemed to possess neither. Portia had noticed that the woman’s bra did not match her pants and she instantly lost
respect for anyone who didn’t think far enough ahead to ensure that she was totally coordinated; you never knew when it might matter. Obviously she hadn’t expected to have been kidnapped and stripped today, but she knew that there was always a chance she would have to disrobe and made sure that she was always ready. In fact, she thought it might have paid off as one of their captors had seemed particularly shaken by her underwear and that was always something that she could use to her advantage. She watched her captors as they huddled together in the kitchen and wondered what the best move for her would be next. She had shocked them and that was good, but to continue being abrasive would be counter-productive. She imagined that playing the helpless dopey victim would be the perfect way to start twisting the situation around to the point that she was in control.
‘Listen Katie,’ Portia said in a soft voice. ‘I don’t think that things are looking particularly rosy for us today but I think that if we play things properly we might get out of this alive.’
‘What do you mean? Play things properly?’
‘Oh, a couple of things I have noticed about them,’ Portia raised an eyebrow. ‘I am sure we can survive this – if we keep our cool.’
‘Right, listen; maybe we should discuss this later – if we get the chance. I don’t think discussing survival strategies when the people that have kidnapped us are in the next room is a good idea.’
‘Quite right,’ Portia was intrigued, perhaps this woman was not quite as stupid as she had initially assumed. ‘Have you been in Britain long Katie?’
‘Long enough to have been kidnapped by a couple of middle aged perverts,’ Katie smiled a little. ‘I came here in March, so just about three months.’
‘So, not very long at all, listen, don’t let this put you off England. I’ve lived here all my life and this is the first time I’ve been kidnapped.’
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