Sooz Kink-My Bondage Adventures

The 13^th Hostage

By Peter Walsh

Part Four

What can I say? Another room and another ordeal. Another chair and another set of ropes. Another gag and another hopeless situation.

There was a party going on in the vicinity. We could hear voices and laughter and the throb of music coming from somewhere below us. Gita, myself and the so far nameless blonde all exchanged helpless glances in the dim light of the room in which we were prisoners. People were close by. If we could get our gags off and start making some noise liberation was a possibility.

I pulled more than a little frantically at the ropes about my wrists which had been lashed to the back of the chair. There was no give in them and also no chance of my being able to stretch and loosen Gita’s bonds either. Gita sat secured next to me. Gita was flanked by me on her left and the blonde on her right.

Pretty maids all in a row. All bound and gagged.

I again looked about my latest prison. It was a definite improvement on the last two locations. Gita, the blonde and I sat bound to some stout wooden chairs in a room with soft lighting and decorated in subtle pastel shades. The room was dominated by a large four-poster bed with a canopy of pink velvet. In the corner next to it mounted on a swivel stand was a full length oval mirror in which the captive blonde was reflected. There was a chest of drawers and a vanity. There was a bathroom off to my left and I glimpsed a shower stall and a lot of ornate features. The windows were masked by plush velvet drapes. This was obviously a guest room in a large house.

I looked at the four-poster bed and dreamed lustily about how nice it would be to stretch out on it away from the confines of the chair. I was now very nearly accustomed to being chair-tied. I suppose it beat being trussed up on the floor or stashed in a closet, I had experienced both. Believe me honey, you don’t want to try either.

I turned to Gita and tried to say something to lighten the mood of our situation. It was not easy with the trio of hankies stuffing my mouth and the duo of folded black silk scarves tightly smothering it. Gita’s dark eyes glistened in the soft light over the constricting scarves covering the lower part of her face. She was enduring identical gag torment to me.

I wondered why the blonde’s gag was of a different format to mine and Gita‘s. After all if a system of gagging works on two captives why not all three? This girl had a folded handkerchief jammed between her lips trapped in place by a western style blue bandana.

The blonde and I had exchanged numerous glances. She was a classy looking girl. A real blonde with her straight hair falling to her shoulders. Although with the lights turned down I could not make out her eyes but they were probably blue. She was slender yet very curvy and wore a tight black top which emphasised her well endowed chest. She wore blue jeans with a broad black belt about her trim waist and some black cowboy boots.

Though her gag differed from those worn by Gita and myself she was tied up in exactly the same way. Her arms were behind the chairs back and bound at the wrists to a cross piece. Several turns of rope held her torso fast to the chair and there was a binding across her thighs running tightly under the chairs seat. Her booted ankles were bound together and moored to the rung at the chair front.

The blonde girl and I were lucky in that we were both wearing boots. They formed a cushioning barrier against the tight ropes binding our ankles. Poor Gita had only her sheer black stockings as protection.

I had no idea where we were and also how long we had been there. Gita and I had woken up from the effects of the narcotic spray wielded by the mystery woman to our current state of bondage with a new friend in captivity. I still wore my crumpled silk blouse, creased skirt, miraculously still unscathed pantyhose and my knee-high boots. Gita was clad in the remains of her business suit, her skirt had ridden up to the extent that the black bands of her stocking tops were visible, her feet were still elegantly shod with the sleek black heels.

We all sat and listened to the sounds of the nearby party. So far nobody had entered our room. Were those enjoying themselves on the floor below aware of our plight? As my two friends and I were gagged probably not. Our captor obviously did not want us making our presence known to others.

Strangely I was no longer angry about being a prisoner just a little confused. Not so long ago I had a home, a job I spent too much time at, the best friend in the world and a Mom and Dad that loved me. Now it seemed that I had none of those things and had never had them either. All that I seemed to have known was bondage and captivity. What can I say? It was messing with my mind.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Gita and I were startled as the blonde started to rock her chair back and forth with an ever more vigorous motion. What was she trying to do? She grunted softly with her efforts and the chair creaked under the strain. She soon realised it was all for nothing and made a muffled noise of exasperation and was still again.

Gita and I looked at each other and as much as we were able to shrugged. We knew that if we struggled we would only hurt ourselves.

Earlier I had noticed my friend working her jaw and flexing her cheek muscles in an effort to dislodge her gag. Gita had failed in her efforts. If the scarves that gagged us had been tied over our hair there may have been a chance of us working them loose. Unfortunately these had been tied off under our hair behind our necks and were very tight. Gita and I would stay gagged until somebody decided otherwise. The blondes gag looked equally tight.

I felt tired but could not fall asleep, that state would be hours away when exhaustion finally kicked in. Gita napped occasionally, her head falling forward and her long dark hair shrouded her face. I would on occasion shake my head so that my own long waves of hair would form a soft and warm screen of comfort about my face. After a while I would toss my head back so I could see again.

The blonde sat and stared at an unknown point in some imaginary distance. She would occasionally flex her lips around the folded white handkerchief jammed between them held in place by the taut band formed by the bandana.

I was in the mood for a session of good old fashioned girl-talk with Gita and our new friend. This would mean an unlikely gag amnesty on behalf of our captor. Strangely at that moment in time a girls chat appealed more than screaming the place down to get help.

Like on the previous two occasions on this unwanted adventure all I could do was sit and wait.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

There was the click and rasp of a lock and the door to the room opened. The music became louder along with the laughing voices. Two figures stepped into the room. I heard some tipsy giggles. Light streamed into the room from beyond the door.

‘Quick, shut the door!’ A voice whispered. There was more giggling as the door was closed.

Two female figures kept to the shadows, moving uncertainly on the extreme heels of their shoes. They kept their backs to us as they moved through patches of spare light in the room. They arrived at the chest of drawers and slid open the top one. Their incessant giggling was pissing me off already. We got a good view of their backs.

One of the visitors had dark hair trimmed to a short chic bob, she had a long trim figure and a shapely behind. She wore a short red party dress which left her shoulders bare, black stockings and some impressive heels.

The other had a spill of auburn hair running almost halfway down her back. She too was slim and well shaped but her frame suggested a steel core of strength. There was something familiar about the way she moved. She wore a similar dress to her companion but this one was purple. Her black stockings were given an extra sexy zest by their glittery seams down the back. Her classic black pumps also had formidable heels on the them. I knew that I was looking at the back of my original and chief tormentor in this ordeal. This was the mystery woman in her latest guise.

They both rummaged in the drawer and I saw them pull out a silk scarf each and then fold them until they formed large triangular shapes. They then tied them over their faces, giggled and then turned around moving closer to us. They were like a pair of cats descending on three helpless mice. The masked pair were then standing in front of us.

‘So this is your latest little secret?’ The woman with the short dark hair said.

‘Yes, I decided to tuck them away up here instead of the usual place’. The red haired woman replied.

‘This isn’t another one of your games with Marion is it? You know where you kidnap groups of each others friends?’

The red haired woman’s stunning blue eyes smiled down at us over the masking scarf.

‘Not exactly but Marion had plans for these two after the last game finished’. She waved a hand at Gita and I. ‘So naturally I had to spoil them’.

‘And who are they? I don’t recognise them? They are both quite gorgeous!’

‘Their names are Sooz and Gita, both well educated, hard working career girls. I grabbed Sooz first and got her to be the errand girl for me to go to Marion. Gita is her friend so I captured her to make sure Sooz did her job’.

‘Did she?’ The dark haired woman asked.

‘She did indeed but then Marion decided to hold her hostage. When the game was over Marion decided to keep Sooz and Gita, not fair really’.

‘So where do you know them from?’

‘I don’t’. The red haired woman replied. ‘I thought it would be fun to use somebody from outside the usual circle’.

‘Isn’t that risky?’

‘Absolutely!’ They then giggled again.

Gita and I looked up at them over our gags, our eyes a mixture of shock and anger.

‘What about the blonde?’ The masked dark haired woman asked.

‘She’s nothing to do with the game. Her name is Lee Clifford but before I tell you anything else I should show you something’. Red hair then turned and went back to the drawer. We saw her rummage again and return with a few items. She held them up in front of us.

The gags prevented Gita and I from gasping but the masked woman with the short dark hair did it for us.

‘One nine millimetre Beretta, one Detectives Shield and one set of issue cuffs’. Red hair announced.

‘She’s a cop?’ Dark hair said in disbelief.

‘Indeed she is. I found her poking around the wharf, I decided to get her out of the way just in case’.

I felt the now familiar sensation of an icy fear creeping through my bound body. This woman had kidnapped a cop! Everything was suddenly on another dangerous level.

The blonde called Lee Clifford then decided to join the conversation. Everything she said was muffled and quite intelligible.

Red hair wagged a finger at the helpless cop. ’Shhh!’ She admonished her.

Dark hair leaned down and lifted up Lee’s chin.

‘She’s rather lovely too. Why is she gagged differently to the other two?’

‘I found the handkerchief and bandana in one of her pockets. I think she may have been planning to gag me with them so I’m paying her a reverse compliment as it were’.

Lee angrily shook her chin free of the dark haired woman’s fingers.

‘Wasn’t taking a cop a little dangerous?’

‘No’. Red hair laughed. ’Look at her! Bound, gagged and my prisoner. No danger at all!’

‘Does anyone downstairs know about these three up here?’

Red hair shook her head. ’No, the fact that I have three kidnapped women in bondage in one of my guest rooms is not for party talk with this particular set of guests particularly as I have plans for them too’.

Dark hair giggled again. This time it was a little nervous and she glanced sideways at her companion, I sensed her eyes widen slightly over her silken mask. ‘Plans for them too?’

‘Of course’. Red hair told her. ’And we should go back to them now’.

Still wearing their masks they turned on their heels and made to leave. I now saw a caution in the movements of the girl with the bobbed dark hair and red dress as she followed. Red hair had stopped and deposited the items she had taken from Lee back in the drawer. She and her companion then left the room and I heard them lock the door behind them.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The blonde cop called Lee set to work the second our tormentors shut the door on us. She began to try and move her chair in an attempt to turn it about.

Gita picked up on this and started a similar effort. She and Lee were trying to manoeuvre their chairs so they were back to back. I guessed the logic was that they may be able to reach each others wrist bonds.

Chairs creaked and the pair made small grunts and gasps as they progressed through their labours. I could do nothing but look on and offer moral support. My ordeals had sapped my strength and any attempt to join this bid towards freedom was beyond my current physical abilities.

Gita and Lee worked hard. It must have been slow not to mention painful work as inch by inch they shifted the positions of their chairs. To give my friend more room I attempted to shuffle my chair to the left but it was a rather pathetic effort. I cast my head down and hid behind my hair and felt a couple of tears course down my cheeks to wet the silk bands of my gag.

Gita’s chair bumped into mine as hers began to progress in its turning circle. With each push and jerk bringing a small reward I saw the now slightly damp brow of my friend become less creased. Her dark eyes over her black gag were the very definition of concentration.

Lee now virtually had her back to me and I saw her wrists, crossed and bound with the white cotton rope to the back of the chair. This girl was winning!

Soon Gita joined her in the desired position. They both leaned forward as much as the ropes about their chests would allow so they could extend their bound wrists out from the chair backs.

Lee had the short nails and almost certainly the stronger fingers. I saw the said digits grope blindly to find purchase on the knots on the ropes about Gita’s wrists. Contact was made and the captive officer of the law set to work.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

When Gita’s wrists came free the rest of the ropes binding her upper body to the chair just seemed to fall away on their own account. My friends arms came round to her front and she spent about thirty seconds frantically massaging her wrists. Unselfish girl that she is Gita then reached across and her newly liberated fingers worried at the knot of the bandana gagging Lee. The knot surrendered without a fight and Gita whipped the length of patterned blue cotton away. Lee expelled the white hanky wedged between her jaws and took a deep breath.

With her own gag still in place my friend reached over and made to remove mine. I shook my head and then nodded towards her, she had to see to herself first.

Gita reached under her waves of dark hair and fumbled behind her neck with the knots on the two black scarves tightly covering her lower face. One came free and she tossed it aside. A few moments later the second scarf joined the first. She then plucked the sodden wad of hankies out of her mouth. Gita then massaged her jaw frantically.

‘Untie me’. I then heard Lee tell Gita. ‘We have to move quickly’.

Gita quickly freed Lee’s wrists from behind her chair. They then made quick work of the ropes on their lower limbs.

‘Stay cool Sooz, I’ll have that gag off you in a second’. Gita then whispered to me.

It was not quite a second but quick enough. Instead of going to the knots Gita pulled the scarves down from my mouth so that they hung about my neck. She cleared the offending hankies and I had my mouth back.

‘My jaw is so stiff’. I gasped. ‘I can hardly feel it’.

Lee got up from her chair a little unsteadily at first and came behind mine. I felt her start to free my wrists. Gita leaned down began to work on the ropes on my legs.

I was nearly free when suddenly I heard the click of a lock and the door to the room was again opened. Lee, Gita and I froze in our movements.

The dark haired girl in the red dress entered the room. My companions and I were almost like statues in the midst of a pool of bondage materials. The visitor to our room of captivity was on her own.

She swiftly cast a glance behind her and then closed the door quietly. She advanced towards us on her seemingly impossible heels with a swift urgency.

Lee and Gita were standing while I stayed in my chair.

The girl with the short dark hair wore no mask and she had a finely shaped attractive face with grey eyes and was probably around thirty years old. She came to a halt in front of us and suddenly struck a pose with her hands on her hips and her head tilted slightly to one side.

‘So you started without me!’ She said.

‘And what took you so long?’ Lee Clifford then asked her.

They then both laughed softly.

Gita and I looked at each other. What now?

* * * * * * * * * * * *

After an overdue to visit to the bathroom and a couple of welcome glasses of water Gita and I were ready to follow orders.

The foe turned friend was called Gina and she was working with Lee. Lee had retrieved her items from the drawer and made small cursing noises when she found that the clip to her Beretta had been removed. I suppose it would have been a critical oversight on the part of our captor to leave a loaded gun lying about.

I was full of questions of the why, where and what category but the fatigue brought on by my recent captivities had sapped my mental as well as physical reserves. I would need assisting. Fortunately Gita was there.

I sat on the bed while Gita massaged my neck and shoulders. She had also got me to take my long boots off, I was now having difficulty standing in them.

‘I think we are owed an explanation as to what is happening?’ Gita asked Gina and Lee who stood watching the door. We could still hear the party going on.

The two attractive cops looked at each other and then nodded slowly in agreement.

‘We’re guests in the uptown residence of Lenora Ritter’. Gina told my friend.

‘The Ritter Corporation heiress?’ Gita replied with a somewhat incredulous tone.

‘The very one’.

An already crazy situation had somehow got crazier still. I knew of Lenora Ritter from quality newspapers and fashion magazines. A beautiful red head with incredible blue eyes, heiress to the Ritter millions and a tireless worker for good causes.

‘Why is she doing this?’

‘For thrills mainly but there are other reasons’. Lee took a turn at speaking. ‘Lenora Ritter is very well educated and well travelled and this has provided the opportunity for the Government to enlist her skills and utilise her contacts in certain areas’.

‘She was a spy?’

‘Yes in a word but it all seems to have gone to her head. She thinks she is above any rules and she plays these abduction games with another woman who has also done special work for the government’.

‘Don’t tell me-Marion Brooke?’ I then decided to contribute to the discussion.

Lee and Gina both nodded.

What can I say? The rich and the beautiful working for the government and kidnapping poor little me for fun.

‘What is the party for?’ Gita asked Gina.

‘A gathering of some of the cities elite young women’.

‘Ms Ritter said she had plans for them?’

‘She has indeed. She plans to kidnap nine of them and get them out of the country. The idea is that she shares them out to various terrorist groups who can get ransoms for them’.

‘Why?’

‘Like Lee said her wealth and her work have made her somewhat mentally unstable’.

‘She plans to do this all alone?’ Gita then asked.

‘We’re not sure but she is not to be underestimated’.

‘There’s a ship at the docks, I think she intends to use this to get the captives out of the country’. Lee told us. ‘I was checking it out when I got grabbed and brought here’.

‘You two are not really just cops are you?’ Gita then said. I had come to the same silent conclusion.

‘No but we have an interest in things relating to law and order’. Gina replied. ‘Being simple cops is a good cover’.

‘Do we get out of here now?’ I dared to ask, tired of all the nefarious games.

‘Gina and I will get you to safety then we’ll get some back-up’. Lee told me. The blonde then turned to her brunette friend. ‘Is there a way out? I was drugged when Ms Ritter brought me here’.

‘There’s an elevator that leads to a basement car park. I should be able to trip out all the alarms and surveillance stuff and I have a car ready to go’. Gina said.

‘Then lets get out of here’. Gita then said.

Gina then hitched up the abbreviated hem of her red dress and strapped to each thigh near the tops of her black stockings were two small stainless steel automatics. They were the same .32 Beretta model as the one I had at home. Gina drew them both and handed one to Lee. They both deftly worked the small slides chambering rounds.

Gina then stepped out of her heels and cast them aside.

‘We have to move fast Ladies’. She told us.

Gita’s shoes like those of Gina’s were highly impractical if one wanted to make a swift exit from a tricky situation so my friend kicked them off. I would leave my boots behind for a similar reason. I tried not to think that I would then be down two pairs of expensive footwear in this unwanted adventure. Gina, Gita and I would be making a break in our hose clad feet.

Gina took point, Gita was next pulling me along by the hand, Lee guarded the rear.

The noise from beyond the door indicated that the party was still in progress. Gina opened the door slowly and checked that the coast was clear.

‘Come on’. She whispered and we followed.

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