Cougar
Snatching
She had never
even heard him coming, heard him break into the house, heard anything as she
finished her shower and walked to her bedroom.
It was just a typical day.
Nothing special, nothing particular.
After she had
dried herself off, she went to her drawers and selected suitable underwear,
slipping on the panties and bra as well as her hose before she pulled over her
head a red top with black hearts printed on the fabric. She then pulled on her jeans, before she sat
down and pulled over the lower half of her legs a pair of black over the knee
leather boots. As she made sure they
were adjusted, she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror, taking a brush
and running it through her long dark hair before she nodded.
“Looking good,”
she said to herself before she [picked up her mobile phone, and stared at her reflection
in the full length mirror. “Well, in for
a penny,” she said to herself as she held up the phone, smiled and took a
picture – then felt the leather gloved hand over her mouth as she said “thank
you – now, do exactly what I say, understand?”
“Hmgghdhdd –
htsuhh.” She had heard of the man she
saw standing behind herself, his gloved hand over her mouth. He was dubbed the “Selfie Snatcher” by the
papers – his modus was to wait until his victims took a selfie of themselves,
and then kidnapped them, held them hostage, released them a day later…
“Whtthruhgghnhthdh?”
“Just make you
secure and quiet,” the man whispered. He
was casually dressed, a pair of dark glasses over his eyes as he said “if I
take my hand away, are you going to scream?”
She saw his
smile as she shook her head, and then felt the leather removed as he guided her
hands behind her back. “Keep those palms
together,” he said quietly as she felt the rope round her arms, forcing her
elbows together and pushing her chest out at the same time. She could see how her whole posture was
changed by this, as he took the rope between her arms and tied it off, then
used a second length to secure her wrists tightly together.
“You’re not
going to hurt me, are you,” she whispered as she tapped her fingers together.
“Why would I
hurt anyone so beautiful? No – you will
merely be restrained and silenced.” As
he said this, she saw the rope going round her body, pulled tight under her
chest and forcing her hands against her back.
She controlled her breathing, as the rope went round her body,
stretching her jumper as her chest was framed in the two bands of rope. She was slowly being immobilised, and there was
nothing she could do about what he was doing.
As the ropes
were pulled tighter, she then saw him feed the rope under one band at the side,
pulling it up and taking it round the back of her neck before she tightened the
bands on the other side, and then secured the ends.
“So what now –
you take me to where we are going?”
“Not quite yet
– lie face down on the bed.”
She nodded as
she did that, looking back as he crossed her ankles and lashed them together
with the white rope. She could feel the
compression on her ankles under the leather, but somehow it wasn’t painful. Just – different.
She nodded as
she secured her legs together below her knees, the rope going between her legs
as well, before she was rolled onto her side, the white tape pressed down over her
mouth before she had a chance to say anything in protest.
“Now, I need
you to lie there,” he said as he smiled.
“Whtyt, uhrnhtkhdnhphnmh?”
“Oh I am,” he
said with a smile as they both heard a door open, then footsteps before the
shower started, “it’s just – you’re not the primary target for today.”
The older woman
smiled as she stood in the room, her grey-blonde hair falling freely as she
pulled the dress on and fastened it to the side. It was long sleeved, a wrap dress which
fastened to the side, in a brown leopard spot print on gold silk. She smiled as she twisted from side to side,
admiring the way the fabric clung to her svelte body, before she sat on the
edge of the bed and pulled on a pair of red high heels.
Picking up her
own phone, she crossed her legs, the skirt of her dress falling to the sides as
she looked at herself in the mirror, and then raised the phone. “Just one selfie,” she said quietly as she
looked into the lens, and pressed the button…
“Very nice –
slowly, put the phone down, and do as I say.”
She looked up
to see the young man there, wearing dark glasses, and said “oh my – are you the
Selfie Snatcher?”
“At your
service,” he said as he made a low bow.
“Kindly be upstanding, and turn round, before you cross your wrists
behind your back.”
“Do I have a
choice?”
“You always
have a choice – I advise you to choose to do as I ask.”
“Well,” she
almost purred as she stood up, turning as her skirt fell down her legs and
looking over her shoulder as she crossed her wrists, “when you put it like
that?”
“Thank you,” he
said quietly as he showed her a large roll of white tape, peeling the end away
from the roll before he stuck it to her wrist, wrapping it round both arms and
holding them firmly together before she took the tape round her waist.
“It looks as if
I have a white belt on,” she said as he tore the tape loose and patted it
firmly down behind her.
“And soon, it
will look as if two more have been used,” he whispered as he peeled the end
loose again, and wound it round her body and arms below her chest, then above,
below, above, as her breasts were framed by the bands. She closed her eyes and sighed as he did
this, the feeling so nice as she was restrained…
“Thank you,” he
said with a smile as he tore the tape free and patted it down again. “Now, be seated, and put your ankles together
side by side.
“Where are you
going to take me,” she asked as h knelt down and wrapped the tape round her
ankles, then round her feet, holding them together.
“Somewhere –
comfortable,” he said as he opened her skirt up, and then taped her legs together,
below and above her knees, “but I do have to make one small change to my usual
agreement?”
“Oh – and that
is?”
“Your daughter
was awake when I arrived – it will be necessary for her to accompany you for
the day.”
Nodding, she
said “it was bound to happen at some point.
You will leave the usual message for my husband?”
“Indeed,” he
said as he stood up and moved her mobile phone, placing it to the side before
he said “so, if you would purse your lips?”
She nodded as
she felt the white tape, smoothed gently down over her lips as she tried to
contain her excitement at the situation – entirely of her own making, although
her daughter would probably have a word or two to say about what was going on.
She then stood
up as he lifted her over his shoulder, feeling his hand on her bottom as he
carried her out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and into a van that was parked
outside. He laid her down on the
carpeted floor, and smiled as she wriggled round, the tape crinkling but
holding firm.
“I’ll be back
in a minute,” he said with a smile, seeing her nod before he went back into the
house. When he returned, she saw her
daughter wriggling round over his shoulder, then her eyes as she was laid down
next to him.
“MMHMMM!”
“Rhlhx,
htllbhfhn, hndhlhxplhnhfhrfhn,” she said, smiling under the tape as the van
door closed, and then the van moved off…
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