Dinner and A Kidnapping

“Would Madame care for a drink while she waits?”

Alicia nodded as she said “A bottle of Pinot Verdi”, smiling as the head waiter walked off. She looked round the elegantly decorated dining room – definitely the sort of person her agent would want to be seen in.

And this was meant to be an important meeting for her – at the age of forty, she was concerned her looks were starting to fade. Not that she had much to worry about on that score – her long dark hair framed an expressing and clear face, while the black dress she wore hugged her slim body like a velvet glove. Just as well, given it was velvet, with a lace front at her chest, and gold lace details at her elbows and the hem of her skirt.

The four inch heels on her black leather boots had the effect of adding a little height to her, but her age – she knew that was the sort of thing that was working against her…

“Alicia darling!”

Alicia smiled at the strawberry blonde haired woman who was walking towards her table. The heels of her boots were clicking on the marble floor, the dusk black leather going up to her knees, and then the dark tights under the skirt of her red dress. “Beverley – how are you this fine night?”

“The better for spending it with you,” her agent said with a smile as she sat down, “so what looks good on the menu?”

“Well, I’m paying – so have what you want. But in return, I want to have a serious discussion with you about future roles…”

“Seriously, Alicia,” Beverley said as she held the wine goblet in her hand, “I do understand why you are concerned, but look at the way the careers of people like Nicole have gone as they matured. I do believe the doors are only just opening for you?”

“But am I truly a good character actress?”

“Far better than you may think,” Beverley said with a smile as she put her glass down. “Trust me, Alicia, there are only good times ahead.”

As she stood and left her napkin on the table, Alicia smiled and shook her head. “I may need a little while to believe that – I’ll be back in a minute,” she said quietly as she walked towards the restrooms, Beverley watching as she left the dining room.

Coming out of the cubicle, Alicia stopped and looked at herself in the large mirror, turning her head from side to side as she did so.

“I suppose I could give it a go,” she said to herself as another woman came out of the stall and stood by her. She was wearing a black trouser suit with a white camisole underneath, and washed her hands carefully as she glanced over.

“Forgive me,” she finally said, “but are you Alicia Masters?”

“I am,” Alicia said quietly, “Why – do you want an interview?”

“No – I just want to be sure we have the right person,” she said quietly, Alicia turning to look at her before she was grabbed from behind, and a damp cloth pressed firmly over her nose and mouth. Alicia opened her eyes wide, the surprise clear as she reached up to try and pull the arm away, and opened her mouth to scream – only to suddenly feel sleepy as the sweet smelling fumes invaded her head.

Her vision started to blur as she found her arms getting heavier and heavier, the fogginess growing as her eyelids fluttered, and then slowly closed as she was lowered to the floor.

“Well, that wasn’t too difficult,” the second woman who had been holding her said as she put the cloth into a clear plastic bag and sealed it, “all we need to do now is…” she suddenly looked up as the door to the restroom opened, and Beverley came in, saying “sorry, Alicia, but I need to ohmygodwhat’sgoingonhere?”

The two women looked at each other, before one of them reached into her jacket and produced a gun, pointing it at Beverley as she said “it looks as if you’re going to have to accompany your friend. Pity – but we are prepared. You’re not going to give us any trouble, are you?”

Beverley slowly shook her head as she whispered “what have you done to her?”

“Helped her to have a little nap,” the second woman said as she lifted the unconscious Alicia up and threw her over her shoulder. “Is the corridor clear?” She waited as her partner looked out and then nodded, before she took Beverley by the arm and walked her out, the others following behind her as they walked down the corridor to the rear door.

Beverley was still in shock as to what was happening, as they went out to where a grey van was parked in the back alley. The other woman went in first, putting Alicia down on a mat before she pulled Beverley in – and then clamped a damp cloth over her nose and mouth as well, waiting as she too slipped into unconsciousness.

“Whrrhmhhh?”

Beverley heard the muffled call as she slowly came to. The last thing she remembered was being taken at gunpoint to a van, forced in, and then something pressed over her mouth by a woman.

Slowly she felt the fog escaping from her mind, but she lay with her eyes closed as she tried to process what she was feeling. Her arms felt like they were made of lead, and she could not move them from whatever position they were in. Her legs felt the same way, although she was dimly aware of a soft squeaking sound when she tried to move them.

Her mouth felt as if she had eaten a pillow while dreaming – something was filling it, that felt soft, but it was making it difficult for her to say much – and then there was the tugging on the skin around her mouth and her jaw. With the return of her mental faculties, she now remembered seeing Alicia on the floor of the van – and then she opened her eyes.

She was in some sort of cellar, lying on a camp bed, and she could see Alicia looking at her from another camp bed a short distance away. As her eyes focused, she saw the ropes around her arms and body, holding them tightly to her sides, the black velvet lightening under the bands as it was compressed. Her hands were behind her back, obviously secured as well. As she reached with her fingers, Beverley could feel the ropes around her own wrists – but could not find the knot.

She then looked at Alicia’s legs, which had been pulled back at the knees, but she could also hear that squeaking – and as she continued to feel with her own fingers, she could feel the heels of her own boots. Looking down, she saw the bands of rope over her red dress, and that her own legs were bent back at the knees as well.

Alicia had some sort of white tape covering the lower half of her mouth – and Beverley now knew what was over her mouth, and what was probably in Alicia’s mouth under the tape.

“Hlssheee – whrhhrwh?”

“Hdhntknhh – hwhkkhphrr,” Alicia said as she twisted round, while Beverley looked round the room. High walls, no natural light, and a heavy door in the wall – a door that was suddenly opened, as the two women from the restaurant came in, one of them pushing a trolley.

“Good, you’re both awake,” one of them said, now wearing a black roll neck sweater and pants tucked into knee length black fabric boots. She picked up a copy of the London Times and laid it next to Alicia, the actress struggling as she took some photos, and then put the paper to the side before the second women – a blonde, dressed in brown – walked behind Beverley. She felt the tension on her chest ease as she stretched her legs out, and was then helped to sit up, the rope holding her arms in place released as she watched Alicia stretch her legs out as well.

“We are going to give you something to eat and drink,” Black said as she sat Alicia up, Beverley seeing the bands of rope around her legs above and below her knees, and round her ankles – and then seeing the bands on her own legs as well – “but your legs remain bound. Nod if you both understand.”

Beverley and Alicia both nodded as the tape was peeled away from their mouths, and a large white cloth eased out form Beverley’s mouth – a cloth that was soaking wet, as she said “thank you…”

Each of them then had a brown bag and a bottle of water placed on the bed next to them, before they left with the trolley.

“Shit,” Alicia said as she rubbed her wrists, “what the hell happened? I was in the rest room, and then…”

“We’ve been kidnapped,” Beverley said quietly as she looked at the rope marks on her dress, “I have no idea how long we’ve been out, but I am hungry.” She opened the bag and took out the muffin, breaking it and starting to eat and drink the water.

“How can you do that? Aren’t you scared?”

“I’m terrified,” Beverley said quietly, “but we need to stay strong, and that means we need to eat and drink. Don’t worry – it’s all right.”

Alicia looked at the bottle of water, and then took the top off before she took a long drink. “So – a kidnapping? For ransom?”

“I think so,” Beverley said as she shook her head. “I wish we could take these off – I don’t think we’re going anywhere any time soon.”

Alicia nodded as she lifted her arm, and looked at her dress, before stretching her legs out. “So – I wonder what they’re going to do with us next?”

“Probably tie us up and gag us again.”

Alicia looked over, her head to one side, and said “are you enjoying this?”

“I wouldn’t say enjoying is the right word,” Beverley said quietly, “more like – letting the experience happen. I mean, it’s not as if we can do anything to stop it, can we? You saw the holsters they were both wearing.”

Alicia slowly nodded as she finished her muffin – just as the two women came back in, one closing the door behind themselves as the other produced her gun.

“It is time for you to rest. Strip.”

“I beg your pardon?”

She turned and smiled at Alicia, as she said “strip – you will be more comfortable without those dresses on.”

“Just… Just do as she says,” Beverley whispered as she slowly unbuttoned her dress and removed it, lifting her bottom up as she did so, then watching as Alicia did the same.

“Good – Now, lie on your backs, and put your hands together in prayer.”

“For release?”

“If that is what you feel will make the time pass better,” the woman said as they both complied, watching as the women bound their wrists tightly together with rope, and then pulled their heads above their heads. As Alicia looked up, she saw a metal ring fixed into the wall, and watched as the rope around her wrists was secured to that.

The women then released their legs and removed their boots, Beverley wriggling her stocking covered toes as she saw them, before her ankles were spread apart and secured to the legs of the camp bed. She watched as they did the same to Alicia, lying in her black bra, panties and stockings, and then looked down at her own white undergarments.

“It’s not right you be left without some amusement – so we’ll make sure you are both suitably distracted.”

Beverley’s attention was suddenly snapped back to the woman as she fed a long length of rope under her waist, and tied the ends under her belly button, then moved it round so that the knot lay against the small of her back, the ends going down between her legs.

“OH come on – a crotch rope? That just means we lie still.”

“Did we say it was just a crotch rope?” Before Alicia could answer, a long strip of brown sticking plaster was pressed firmly over her mouth, Beverley receiving the same thing before the rope was pulled up between her legs, and pressed against her most sensitive spots.

But it was not tied – not to begin with, as it was obvious they were measuring something. That something became clear as the rope was tied round a thin white lozenge shaped object, and then pulled up as it was secured to the waist band – leaving the object resting against her panties.

An object which started to buzz and vibrate as the two women looked at each other…

How long they lay there neither woman really knew – all they knew was the fact that several times they had both screamed out in joy and frustration, and that they could feel the dampness down the inside of their legs.

They were exhausted, and elated, and as they slowly turned their heads to look at each other they wondered just how much longer this was going to do on for.

A question that was answered as the doors opened, and three women came in, the two who were in charge and one other who wheeled in another trolley with food and drink. Alicia groaned as the rope was removed from between her legs, and then she was released from the bed, slowly sitting up and rubbing her wrists as Beverley did the same.

They looked at each other, wondering what was going to happen next as Black said “you may remove the tape, eat, drink – we are awaiting word of the payment of the ransom for you.”

All three turned and left the room, the door lock turning as Beverley very gingerly peeled the adhesive plaster away from her mouth. “Oh god,” she finally said quietly, “that was… intense…”

“I know,” Alicia said as she sat forward, and then put her head in her hands. “I have no idea how long that lasted for, but my god… The way it made me feel…”

“I think they wanted that – it certainly distracted me,” Beverley said slowly as she stood up and walked over to the trolley.

“Has this ever happened to any other of your clients?”

“Kidnapping or what is happening to us?”

“Both, I guess.”

Beverley picked up a sandwich and bit into it, swallowing before she said “yes, and I have absolutely no idea. If they have though – oh my god…”

She sat heavily down as Alicia sat next to her, and held her as she started crying. “why… Why are you asking,” she finally said.

“I was thinking about what you said, trying new roles,” Alicia said as she stood up and fetched a bottle of water. “Perhaps it is time I tried something different – and besides, I think there’s something I need to make public as well.”

“What’s that,” Beverley said as she accepted the water, Alicia opening a second one.

“That I’m a lesbian.”

Beverley looked at her, and then nodded as she took a drink from the bottle, Alicia doing the same. “Well, I guess it is better out there, it’s not the barrier to… Not the barrier to…”

Alicia watched as Beverley’s eyes flickered, and she let the water fall to the floor, her head resting against Alicia’s body – and then her own bottle fell down as they both fell onto the bed…

When Bev opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Alicia’s face in front of her, a knotted black scarf pulled between her lips. Her eyes were still closed, and as Beverley looked down she saw that she was naked.

No – they were both naked, and what was more her arms were wrapped round Alicia’s body, and Alicia’s round hers. They were tightly bound, face to face – and judging by the mass on her tongue, she figured she was gagged in the same way.

But they weren’t in the other room – they were in a very well furnished bedroom, on a very comfortable bed. Beverley started to struggle, but as she did so she became aware that not only were their upper bodies bound together, but their legs were as well – and there was something else. She could barely move her wrists, but as she did so Alicia moaned and slowly opened her eyes.

“Whtthhhlll…” Alicia started to struggle as well – and this time it was Beverley’s turn to moan, as she suddenly realised there was another rope between her legs – and somehow as Alicia moved that rope was rubbing on her.

And as she moved, another rope was rubbing on Alicia.

“Hmshreeee – whrrhrhwhh?”

The two women lay still for a moment, before Alicia said “Hmmhmmmh – bffhffhshr.” She then looked at Beverley, before she pressed her lips to hers – and Beverley returned the kiss.

“Swwhtdhdwhdhnh?”

“Hffhfn,” Alicia whispered as she smiled, and started to move, Beverley responding in kind as the ropes rubbed on both of them…

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