Post Lockdown
Blues
This is
entirely fictional.
It was supposed
to be a time of relaxation. With the lockdown lifted, even with the loss of my
job, I decided to celebrate. Heading out of the UK wouldn't be appropriate, but
I lived near a natural lake. The weather was quite warm, so I wore my favourite
light aqua-blue halter bikini, with different spotted patterns over the top,
i.e., the bra cups. Oh, the water was so refreshing and certainly helping me
forget all the worries and the mistakes of the past few years. After a few
hours, I walked up out of the lake, arms bent exactly the same angle, with my
right arm slightly bent further backwards, my boobs sagging; bikini tops aren’t
exactly strong bras, but I was smiling after my swim and soak.
"Click,"
I saw my boyfriend snapping a picture of me using his high-tech camera, not his
mobile phone. "Cat," he hugged me with a towel and a deep kiss.
"Thanks
Rob," I whispered, but before I could ask for my own towel and change of
clothes, my legs began to wobble my smile broke up, I started drooling and
collapsed into Rob's arms. Amazingly, I could still see my surroundings, but
lost all my other senses. What I witnessed next was extremely weird, no
horrifying. He cradled me in jis arms, wrapping me in the thick towel and threw
me into the back of the station wagon.
Wait a minute,
since when did he ever own a station wagon?! I tried to talk but nothing came
out of my mouth. To my horror, I saw coils of white sailing ropes in his hands.
Unable to move or talk, I could only watch in shock as the rope was wound
around my arms, wrists, knees and ankles, keeping my limbs wound together. I
was pushed further in the vehicle when suddenly I felt my vocal cords return.
Before I could cry out in protest, Rob pried my mouth opened, stuffed something
cotton-like into my mouth and a larger strap of cloth sealed it into place. A
further piece of either duct or masking tape was stuck over it.
"Mmmmpph,
mmmppp..." I started to moan softly and struggle simultaneously. I took
ballet as a child and teen but even that training didn't help me get up as he
started driving away. I did manage to sit up for a few seconds near the back
window but they were tinted in a dark colour and no one else was on the
road---the other swimmers were no longer in sight. My boyfriend aka captor was
and as I slouched back down due to the bonds, one of his hands tore off his
face! Underneath was a wrinkled guy, part South Asian, part Eastern European
look and he had sunglasses on.
"Don't
worry, Cat," he started. It was a robotic-like voice, quite likely his
real voice disguised by some device. "You'll be free in no time. A
different freedom to that you've tried to promote in your former job, but don't
worry, it's will pay well, at least for me."
"MMMMPPH!!"
I could scream louder now, although my muscles were still weak.
"Oh,
that's due to your own knickers. Don't worry, I believe they were the clean
pair you had." I cried out in disgust more that in protest. He stuffed my
pants in my mouth?! I continued to yelp through the gag and try to sit up to
attract attention, but kept on failing. He said I would be free and he would
earn money. What, would I be sold to slavery? Would I be forced into an XXX
porn star? And who the hell was he, disguising himself as my boyfriend with a
Mission Impossible-style mask? Someone get me out of here!!!
It was a few
hours later when the vehicle lurched to a stop. I continued to struggle just as
the back door opened. "Toilet break," he announced as he dragged and
carried out of the station wagon. We were in some woodland area and I was
dumped, barefoot down on the grassy leaf-filled ground. He undid my bound
wrists behind my back and lowered my still damp bikini bottoms. "I won't
look, you have five minutes."
I didn't pee,
instead, I worked on the bonds around my knees and ankles. I was a Girl Guide
for a short tie and quickly managed to remove those ropes. Checking he wasn't
looking, I yanked up my bikini bottoms and made a run for it. The ground was
difficult to run on and within a few minutes, I heard him chase me from behind.
Unluckily, I tripped on a small log or something but instead of falling face
down, I felt him grab me from behind. I started drooling into my stuffed
knickers and gag and again felt my leg wobble. He carried me in a fireman's
lift. With most of my senses numbed, I could only see him drop me back down on
the back of the station wagon.
"This is
what you get for trying run away, Catherine," I heard him sneer. He
removed my bikini bottoms again, this time my crotch exposed. Was he going to
rape me? I couldn't tense up but saw him pull out some antiseptic or alcoholic
wet wipes and cleaned my crotch. Since my sense of touch was numbed, I could
only watch him do it. Next, some cotton but also plastic-ish appeared in his
hands. Wait a minute, I saw that when I worked in a disabled shop during my
undergraduate years. It was an adult nappy!
He lifted up my
buttocks, slipped the darn incontinence brief around my bum and waist and taped
it tightly. I thought it was for fetish when there was a dark stain on it--I
was emptying my bladder unintentionally! It must be that drug or whatever that
paralysed me. "Yeah, I gave you a heavier dose, so you'll have lost
control of your bladder, temporarily."
The
embarrassment of wearing a nappy wasn't the end. He flipped me over and my
wrists and elbows were bound again, this time I believe with zip ties. My knees
and ankles received the treatment. Then, he drew my bound wrists and ankles
together to form what I knew was a hogtie with another piece of zip tie. That
wasn't the end of it. he removed my present gag but naturally with my vocal
chords muted, I could not shout. I could see how wet the stuffing--my pink
knickers--was. He re-gagged me with what I initially thought was a sexy toy; I
later found out it was a plug gag, securely buckled behind my head. Hogtied and
still unable to touch, smell, taste and hear, he covered my bound, gagged and
nappied body with a new large brown towel and started the vehicle again.
I guessed it
was around half an hour later before all my senses returned. I tried to shift but
the hogtie and zip ties were too strong. The new gag also muted more of my
cries. Then again, the station wagon stopped. I heard him get out and something
open. We were at some petrol station! "Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmph!" I
continued to cry hoping someone would hear. But it was not so. I couldn't even
push my head up to the window. The refuelling was pretty fast and the vehicle
moved off again. He stopped again at the side of the road in anther shady area.
With the towel off, he began to un-tape the wet nappy. After wiping my crotch
clean, he dried my body--I was still damp from the swim. My bikini bottoms were
pulled back on and then he started taking pictures of me bound and gagged.
After numerous shots, he raised some device at my face and told me to be quiet
as he lowered the gag. A straw was stuck in my mouth and in any other state I
would be grateful but it was a short drink--the gag was placed back on.
I lost track of
time but the vehicle stooped again and he lifted me out. I tried to struggle
but was too tried to. Dumping me against some pole, my bonds were changed to
handcuffs and leg irons. A black hood was placed over my head and with a soft
metallic 'bye', he left. Wasn't I supposed to be sold off? Or was it just those
pictures?
"Miss
Robinson," I heard a new voice call out. My fetters and bonds were
unlocked. I suddenly saw my boyfriend and started to tremble. "Cat, it's
really me." I soon heard he also was knocked out. The police said they
would be on the case seriously, but hours later, I received a picture from a
garbled number.
It was me
getting out from the pool.
The End.
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