Common Destination
He left the
woman on the park bench, the blindfold tied over her eyes, and told her not to
move for ten minutes before he drove off.
Today was a rare day for the man dubbed the Selfie Snatcher by the
papers – he had no guests at home, and he felt that, for once, he could indulge
himself and fulfil a fantasy of his own.
And, as he
drove down the road, he knew just the people to invite to play…
Kamila sat on
her bed, smiling as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was going to be a special day, she felt –
something was in the air, and she did not mean the scent of her perfume.
She stood and
slipped on the black dress, which fell down her slim body, the lace skirt
covering her leggings and the tops of her thigh high soft peach suede
boots. It came down over her knees,
giving just the right hint of modesty mixed with fashionable look.
Only one thing
remained – Kamila picked up the long peach scarf, and wrapped it round her head
and neck, covering her long dark hair and her head as the ends fell down her
back.
A look in the
mirror to apply some lipstick, and she knew she was ready to face the day
ahead. She picked up her iPhone, and
looked through the messages…
“Hello.”
She suddenly
looked up and saw a stranger in the room – he was tall, thin, with short blonde
hair, and he smiled as he showed Kamila the pistol in one hand, and the small
bag in the other.
“You look
beautiful today, dear lady – I want you to take a selfie of yourself, in the
mirror, and then you will come with me.”
“And if I do not
want to,” Kamila said quietly.
“I think you
will – I have the gun after all. Now,
take the picture, and leave your phone where someone can find it.”
“Who are you?”
“Someone who
wishes you to know freedom – now, please, take the selfie.”
Kamila nodded
as she raised her phone, and took the picture of her reflection in the mirror,
the man smiling as he said “very good – put the phone down, and put your hands
behind your back, palms together.”
“What are you
going to do,” Kamila whispered, but he said nothing, as she felt rope around
her wrists and then the sensation as they were pulled together, the rope going
around and between her arms and locking them to each other.
He was quick,
and as she flexed her fingers with the manicured nails, she knew she wouldn’t get
free without help – especially as she was taken by surprise as a second rope
was passed round her arms, making her elbows touch as they were secured in the
same way.
She caught a
glimpse of herself in the mirror – her shoulders drawn back, her chest forced
out – and was grateful her modesty was still in place, as the man bound the
ends and put his hands on her shoulders.
“there – now,
turn round, and open your mouth.”
“Why –
whatrrugnnneedd,” Kamila said as the man pushed a folded cloth into her mouth,
and then gently closed her lips together before he took a roll of clear tape,
tore a wide strip off, and pressed it over her mouth, taking care to allow no
creases or air bubbles as she stood there.
Kamila was speechless – and not just because of the gag. She was helpless, as he put a long grey cape
over her, covering her arms before he opened the door, and said “shall we?”
He walked her
out of the building, and into the side road, and nobody – NOBODY – noticed anything
wrong. Kamila was too scared, with the
man holding a gun – to do anything as they walked to a waiting car, and he
opened the boot.
It was clean
inside – a fact she was grateful for as he lifted her up, and placed her
inside, before he poured some clear liquid onto a cloth and held it against her
nose and gagged mouth. It smelt sweet –
and soporific, as her eyes slowly closed…
The boot lid
swung shut, as the man got in and drove off.
He had another delivery to take…
Aaleyah
adjusted the black hijab that covered her head and neck, and looked at herself
again in the mirror.
Her camel top
sat well on her, over the black jumper underneath, the wide white lace untied
at the chest. Hr legs were covered by
black leatherette leggings, and a pair of over the knee black suede boots.
“Now then, I
wonder what is going to happennnhmggddd,” she mumbled – the mumbling thanks to
the large hand that had clamped over her mouth.
Her eyes darted from left to right, and then she saw the reflection in
her long mirror.
“Hello – you’re
going to come with me, but first I want you to take a selfie of yourself, and
leave your phone for your family. Do not
worry – you will back in the morning.”
“Urrthesiilffeesnshr?”
“That’s right –
so, I’ll let you go, you take the picture, and we go…”
As the hand was
taken away, Aaleyah played with the end of the wide white lace, and said “what
will you do to me?”
“You will see –
please, take the picture, and then we take a ride.”
She nodded as
she posed and took the picture, leaving the phone on her bed as the man took
her arms behind her back, and bound her wrists together with thin cord. He then turned her round as he produced a
roll of white tape, and covered her mouth with strips, before he said “close
your eyes.”
As she did so,
Aaleyah felt the pressure on her eyelids as he pressed tape over them, and then
led her out of the apartment, into the lift, and down to the car park, where
his vehicle was waiting. Kamila was
aware of doors opening and close, before it moved off again…
As the tape was
taken off her eyes, Aaleyah blinked, and then looked round. She was in a cellar, with a large mattress on
the floor, and two chairs – one of which she was sitting in, her legs spread
and tied to the front legs of the chair at her ankles and knees.
There was
another woman opposite her – another Muslim woman, dressed in black and peach,
her chest forced out with her arms over the back of the chair, her ankles tied
together and pulled under the chair. Her
lips were visible, but as she managed to focus Aaleyah could see the tape
covering them.
“Welcome ladies
– welcome to my den,” the man said as he walked round them, “I understand you
both know each other?”
Kamila looked
over at Aaleyah and slowly nodded. They
were colleagues, although they had never really talked to each other. She had wanted to, but…
“Well, others
have noticed – and don’t worry, I am not about to violate you in any way. But they feel you would like some time together
– hence our presence here. And may I
say, you are both stunningly good looking women.”
He stopped
behind Kamila, and put her hands on her shoulders, gently massaging them as her
eyes widened. “So, relax, and enjoy the
time together with my help.”
“Rffemelleeswllmssesss,”
Aaleyah said as she looked at Kamila, seeing the way she moved as she tried to
squirm out of his grip, the way her chest was moving under her top…
“Whtruussnnn,”
Kamila mumbled, the tape crinkling over her lips as he moved his arms down her
body, stroking over her chest. She was
surprised at the way she shivered at this, his hands were not touching her
flesh, and yet…
Aaleyah was
almost hypnotised as the man stroked his hands up and down, going over Kamila’s
breasts as she started to moan. This man
had kidnapped her – both of them – brought them here against their wills, and
now suddenly she was getting aroused at what was happening?
As for Kamila,
she wasn’t sure what was happening – no man had ever touched her there, and she
was afraid and curious at the same time of the effect it was having on
her. She squirmed in the chair, the
ropes holding her in place…
The man looked
over and smiled, before he let go of Kamila, the young woman sighing and then
watching as he did the same thing Aaleyah.
As she tried to move out of the way, the wide white lace started to flap
from side to side, but Kamila was entranced by the sight and sound of her slowly,
slowly responding to his touch. He had
not been rough, but gentle – and that very gentleness seemed to be adding to
the way he had made her feel, the way he was making Aaleyah feel, as she
squirmed, the ropes and chair creaking, the lines on her black felt boots
fading and intensifying as she shifted round.
What was more,
she felt she wanted to be part of this, not to be left out after the way he had
made her feel…
“Hmmmgdddwhtshppnnn,”
Aaleyah groaned as she felt her nipples hardening, and then the man stopped –
walking to the side of the room, he opened a box and took out a long length of
rope, walking back and doubling it over before he stood behind her, and passed
the rope around her upper body, pulling her arms into her sides as he tightened
it under her chest. Another pass round,
this time above her chest, and she felt the pressure forcing don on her
breasts, each pass tighter, adding to the two bands of rope as they framed and
made them more prominent. It stretched
her top, her nipples now showing under the tight material, as he brought the
bands together behind her back.
But that was
not all – he took the rope under one arm and pulled it up, making her give a
muffled yelp as the rope forced her chest out even more, then round the back of
her neck and under the other arm, before he tied it off.
She wondered
what she must look like – so when he collected a second length of rope and went
behind Kamila, she watched with interest, the way the white ropes looked on her
chest as it was further bound – and the expression on Kamila’s face as the
ropes got progressively tighter…
“Whhrusnnthhssss,”
Kamila groaned as he tied the ropes under her arms, the clear tape coming loose
from hr mouth. As it peeled away, she
said “please…”
“OF course,”
the man said as he gently squeezed her chest, Kamila’s eyes opening as her
mouth did- and he pushed the cloth in, before pressing along, wide strip of the
white tape over it as she closed her lips, making sure it formed to the contours
of her face. Aaleyah could see the shape
of her lips underneath, and wished she could offer some comfort as their captor
released Kamila from the chair, and made her stand.
Taking another
length of rope, he stood in front of her, tying it between the bands of rope in
front and pressing them even more firmly on her, before he made her lie on the
floor, her chest pressed down and her head on a pillow.
Walking over to
Aaleyah with more ropes in his hands, he released her legs from the chair,
before binding her ankles tightly together, the rope going around and between her
limbs as she saw Kamila struggle on the floor.
She barely noticed as he bound her legs below her knees, his hands
stroking her legs as he did so, and then he made her stand up, before he tied
one end of a doubled length of rope between her breasts.
As the bands of
rope pressed down even more on her breasts, she let out a low moan of pleasure,
as the ropes dropped to the floor and he made her jump over, then kneel and lie
on the floor beside Kamila. The two
women turned their heads and looked at each other as he reached between
Aaleyah’s legs, pulling the rope up between her legs as it pressed firmly on
her crotch, and then he pulled Kamila’s ankles back, tying the rope between her
legs so that they were held in place – but as Kamila tried to straighten her
legs, the rope rubbed on Aaleyah, and she squirmed and moaned at the way it
felt…
Kamila watched,
fascinated by the reaction, not noticing the hand between her own legs as the
rope pulled her top up and rubbed on her tights, and then was tied to Aaleyah’s
ankles. As she tried to move her legs,
Kamila groaned and looked over.
“Sreee,” she
mumbled, “shllestpp?”
To her
surprise, Kamila shook her head gently from side to side, and then started to
move her own legs, making the rope rub on Aaleyah’s crotch, and making her groan
as the warmth seemed to spread through her.
She looked over, and returned the favour, both women wondering what
others would say if they could see what they were doing.
And how much
they were enjoying it, as the motions got faster, and the fire grew stronger
within both of them. Their captor
watched for a moment, and then left, closing the door as their moans got
louder…
Aaleyah sighed
as she felt her ankle been untied from Kamila’s rope, and then her ankles
pulled back as they were secured to her own chest ropes, and then the crotch
rope that had given her so much pleasure so far tied tightly to that rope, the
effect increased by the dampness between her legs. She rolled onto her side and watched as
Kamila was hogtied in the same way, and then rolled onto her own side, their
eyes meeting over the tape gags.
“Enjoy your
night,” their captor said as he walked off, closing and locking the door, as
Kamila shuffled closer to Aaleyah, their eyes locked on each other. As they came together, she smiled and turned
her head, before pressing her tape gagged lips on the other woman – the gesture
returned as they wriggled round, taking themselves to the edge again as they
shared their desire for each other, not caring any more what other people may
think…
It was pure
pleasure, pure desire that drove them both as they started shaking again, and
then they rested, Kamila’s head next to Aaleyah’s…
“What the…”
Kamila’s eyes
opened wide as she realised she was in her own bedroom, lying on the covers,
free of binds, free of gag – but with the dampness evident on her leggings, and
on her body. She sat up, wondering what
was going on, before she heard her phone ringing.
Looking at the
caller id, she did not recognise it, but answered it as she said “yes?”
“Is this
Kamila?” The voice was young, female, and as she said she was the voice said
with a sigh “this is Aaleyeh.”
“Oh my – are you
all right?”
“I just woke up
in my own bed – but the memory of last night…”
Kamila nodded
as she looked at the clock. “Are
you… Will you come to work today?”
“I can do –
why?”
“I want to have
lunch with you, talk about what happened.”
There was a
moment’s silence, before Aaleyah said “I’d like that very much. I’ll see you there.”
As he delivered
the morning post, he saw the two women smile shyly at each other across the
office. He was glad he had brought them
together – it gave him renewed vigour for his hobby…
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