The Kidnapping of Elizabeth
by Snowman

Part 1

It was a strange thing to think of. Here she was, lying in the back of a van, hogtied, blindfolded and gagged, kidnapped and being taken to who knows where by an intruder, and it was her clothes she was thinking of. Not about whether or not she was going to be raped or killed, but how her clothes were going to get ruined. She was wearing her favorite suit, a red skirt and blazer combo, with a white top, tan stockings, and white heels. It was her favorite outfit, and with her bound tightly with rope, on the floor of a dirty van, it was sure to get ruined. It was a strange thing to think about, but Elizabeth wished she had had a chance to change first before she had been kidnapped.
    She should have known better. If she hadn't just come home from work, without even a chance to change yet, maybe she would have been thinking more clearly. She might have noticed the telltale signs that something wasn't quite right. But she had just gotten home, and had barely set her purse down when the doorbell rang. That would have been warning sign number one, had she been paying attention. How could he have arrived so quickly after her, without her noticing? If she had thought of that, things might have gone differently. As it was, she barely stopped to ask who it was before opening the door. The voice on the other side said "delivery," and without thinking she opened the door. He was standing there on the other side, dressed in a deliveryman's outfit, holding a box. He handed it to her and said "sign here, ma'am." She took the package and went to take his pen. Only then did she notice that it wasn't a pen. He was holding a gun. It was small, compact, and black. She stared at it dumbly for a moment, then up at him, her eyes widening in fear. He pushed her inside and shut the door.    
    He grabbed her and forced her down onto the ground. Still in shock, she could only let out a small, plaintive cry. It was happening too fast. She couldn't quite come to grips with the situation. He forced her onto her stomach, and then whipped a white handkerchief out of his pocket. He tilted her head back and then roughly shoved the handkerchief into her mouth. She let out a strangled gurgle and began to struggle, but he was on top of her, straddling her, his legs pinning her arms to her side. He grabbed clamped one hand over her mouth and turned her head to face him. Her eyes widened as she saw the gun pointed in her face.
    "Shut up," he hissed, "and stay still, or I'll blow your fucking head off!"
    Elizabeth stopped moving. She lay utterly still, the handkerchief partially spilling out of her mouth. She didn't dare spit it out. He opened the box he had been carrying. He took a pair of scarves out of the box, one a square folded into a pad, the other an oblong, about five feet in length. He set the folded scarf down in front of her face, then pushed and prodded the handkerchief until it had disappeared inside her mouth. She mewed quietly but didn't try to fight him as the cotton filled her mouth, making her want to gag. He picked up the folded scarf and clamped it over her mouth, then took the oblong scarf and pulled it between her teeth. She let out a stifled cry as the heavy silk twill pad was forced back inside her mouth, compressing the handkerchief even further. He pulled the scarf tightly between her teeth, then wrapped the ends around her head, then brought them around her head a second time, pulling them tightly inside her mouth once again before tying them off in back.
    With her gag in place, her assailant turned to her arms. Sliding off her back, he took her wrists and crossed them behind her, holding them in place with a steel grip. With the other, he pulled a coil of rope out of his box and began to wind it around her wrists. He circled her wrists repeatedly, then cinched the rope and wound it perpendicular to the direction he had wound it before finally tying it off tightly. Elizabeth wiggled her hands, and found there was no slack in the rope. He wasn't finished though. He picked her up, ignoring her gagged cries, so that she was sitting on the floor. Taking a long length of rope, he folded it in half and wound it below her breasts. He pulled the ends through the loop in back, then wound the rope above her breasts. Cinching it through the loop, he wound the rope over her left shoulder, under the rope below her breasts, and then back over her right shoulder. Within moments, he had secured a rope harness around her, crushing her red blazer and white silk top to her body. He took another length of rope and began winding it around her upper arms, Elizabeth cried out through her gag as he pulled her arms together painfully, knotting the ends of the rope, and then securing it to the harness. Her arms were now pulled painfully behind her and to her back, forcing her to arch her shoulders and chest out in an unnatural position.
    The intruder looked out the front window. The sun had already set. "Wait here," he said gruffly, as if Elizabeth had any choice. Then he was out the door. Elizabeth lay there still for a moment, not quite comprehending what was going on. Then she began to roll around and moan into her gag. The ropes were incredibly tight, and the gag dug painfully into her cheeks. The handkerchief filled up her mouth, and she desperately wanted to spit it out. Elizabeth looked around wildly, trying to think. She had to get out of here. She had to get help!
    Elizabeth had pushed herself up to her knees when he came back in. She wailed and tried to get to her feet, but he just grabbed her shoulder and forced her down. She cried into her gag as he climbed on top of her again and rummaged around in his box. She saw a dark band of cloth pass before her eyes, and then Elizabeth's world went black as her assailant blindfolded her. He then grabbed her arm and lifted her to her feet, and then began dragging her through the house. He screamed into her gag and pulled against him, until she felt the barrel of the gun pressing into her ribs. He then half-led, half-dragged her to the garage as she wept piteously by his side. She heard the garage door opener rumble, and then he dragged her out to the edge of the driveway. He scooped her up, and Elizabeth felt herself being deposited onto the floor of what she assumed was a van. He was up inside right after her, shutting the doors behind him. As she lay on her stomach, she felt him tie and cinch another coil of rope around her ankles. Then he took another length of rope and looped one end through the cinch in her harness. He took the ends of the rope and threaded them through the rope at her ankles and pulled, forcing her to bend her legs back at the knees. He then wound the ends of the rope around her wrists before knotting them tightly, leaving her in a severe hogtie.
    Elizabeth heard him climb into the front of the van and start the engine. She heard the garage door opener rumble again as he shut the door. Then the van began to move, and Elizabeth sped, silent, blind, and bound, off into the night.

Part 2

Elizabeth had no idea how long she had traveled before the van finally came to a stop. She had long since stopped sobbing, and was now simply concentrating on trying to breathe and deal with the discomfort of her position. Her attacker came around the back and opened the doors, and then she felt him lift her up and carry her out of the van. She felt him take her up a few steps, and then inside what she assumed was a house. After a few more feet, he set her down on a couch, and then she heard him walk off into the next room. Elizabeth heard him talking to someone in the next room, but she couldn't quite make out what he was saying. Was there someone else here? She hadn't heard any other voices or movement when he carried her inside. Then she heard him returning to her side. He reached down and yanked the gag out of her mouth, and then pulled out the handkerchief. He knelt down next to her, and placed a cordless phone next to her ear.
    "Elizabeth?"
    "Vicki??? Vicki, help mmmppphhh!!!" Elizabeth's kidnapper shoved the handkerchief roughly back into her mouth, and then replaced the gag. Elizabeth began to yell frantically into her gag and squirm wildly. That was her friend Vicki on the other end of the receiver. Her kidnapper ignored her and continued to talk, but Elizabeth wasn't paying any attention. Primal emotion had taken over her intellect, and all she could do was struggle futilely against the ropes. Finally, she gave up and sobbed into her blindfold again, her muscles inflamed with pain. Her kidnapper knelt down next to her.
    "I'm going to be gone for about an hour. You stay here and don't try anything, or you'll regret it."
    "Plphhh, ehh hrfffh," Elizabeth pleaded. Her kidnapper removed the gag once again. Elizabeth sobbed.
    "Please, it hurts so much. Please don't leave me like this."
    "Sorry, but I can't take a chance of you getting loose."
    "Pleeeease," she cried. Just loosen the ropes around my arms. You can still leave my wrists and ankles tied. Just please loosen the ropes. It really hurts." Elizabeth began to cry again. Her kidnapper looked at her for a moment, and then undid the rope holding her in the hogtie, and then untied the ropes from around her upper arms. Elizabeth groaned as the strain came off of her shoulders.
    "Thank you," she mumbled. His only response was to stuff the handkerchief back in her mouth and re-tie the gag back in place. Elizabeth did notice, however, that he was less rough than before. "There. Now stay still, and don't try anything."
    "Eh prhhmmphh," Elizabeth replied. She heard him leave the room and then the house. Moments later, she heard the van speed off into the night.
    Elizabeth lay on the couch for a few minutes, letting the pain seep out of her shoulders. Then, she began to think about escape. The rope around her wrists was too tight. There was no way she was going to be able to wriggle out of them. She was going to have to find something to cut the ropes with. To do that, she was going to have to get the blindfold off first. Elizabeth began rubbing her face against the couch, trying to dislodge the blindfold, but it was tied on too tightly, and the material was too slippery as well. After a few minutes of trying, she had moved it up just enough where she could see a tiny bit out of the bottom of the blindfold, but no further. Elizabeth lifted herself up into a seated position, and then slid onto the floor, so that she rested on her knees. She turned herself around, and then began to rub the blindfold against the edge of the couch, hoping to gain more purchase. After several minutes of trying, she was only marginally more successful. She had lifted the blindfold high enough that if she tilted her head back, she could partially see out of one eye.
    Elizabeth scanned the room as best she could, looking for something she could snag the edge of the blindfold onto. Spying a bookshelf, she managed to shimmy her back up the couch until she was sitting on it, and then lifted herself onto her feet. She hopped unsteadily toward the shelf, pausing repeatedly to tilt her head back so she could get her bearings. Finally, she reached the shelf, and slowly, so as not to scratch her face or hurt her eyes, she began to work the blindfold against the edge of the shelf. It was a slow, painstaking process, as the soft material would slip away from the edge of the shelf rather than catch on it. Finally, her perseverance paid off; after several minutes of trying, she finally slipped the blindfold up high enough where she could see again.
    Elizabeth looked around the room, trying to spy something she could use to cut her ropes. The room held a couch, easy chair, television, and bookshelf, but little else. Heavy curtains covered the main window. After quickly determining that there was nothing useful around, Elizabeth hopped out into the hallway. To one side was the front door, but more importantly, down the hall she saw the kitchen. That meant kitchen knives, and a means to her escape. As fast as she could, Elizabeth bunny-hopped down the hall, her progress impeded by her bound ankles and high heels. Elizabeth took a quick look around, and then hopped to the nearest drawer. Backing up to it, she hooked her fingers around the drawer handle. Elizabeth leaned forward slowly, pulling the drawer open. She turned around, and her heart sank. There was nothing but a phonebook, notepad, and a bunch of other useless stuff in the drawer.
    Elizabeth hopped over to the next drawer and repeated the process. This time, she met with success. Sitting among the utensils was a large knife. Gingerly, she scooped it up out of the drawer. Now came the difficult part. Elizabeth imagined she could simply cut through the ropes, but in reality it was a lot harder than it seemed. Her hands were in an awkward position, and she could get little leverage. Slowly, she began to saw against the ropes. It was incredibly difficult, as she could apply little pressure, and had to rely on constant movement instead. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she cut through the first strand of rope. Her heart soared, and immediately she tried to pull her wrists apart, but the rope was wound so snugly that cutting one strand wasn't enough. Whining in frustration, Elizabeth began to wriggle her arms. Slowly, the rope loosened, and then finally it fell away from her wrists. She was free!
    The first thing Elizabeth did was too pull her gag down and spit out the handkerchief. She coughed and sputtered, glad to be rid of the saliva-soaked cotton. She wanted a drink of water, but she knew she had no time. She reached down and began to work on the knot on her ankle ropes, but found it impossible to budge. Frustrated, she began sawing at the ropes with the knife. Outside, she heard the van pulling into the driveway. She began to saw at the ropes frantically, her panic rising. She heard the van door opening. Then the rope parted, and she squirmed until it fell away. Elizabeth kicked it aside, and then sprinted for the door.
    Elizabeth flung the door open, just as she heard the garage door opening inside. She dashed off into the night in a blind panic, unable to see and with no idea of where she was. She ran toward a streetlight, so intent on escaping that she forgot to even scream. Then he slammed into her, tackling her to the ground. She felt wet grass and dirt against her skin, and his crushing weight above him. He clamped a meaty hand over her mouth, stifling her cries, and then pulled a bandana out of his pocket. He shook it out, and then shoved it deep into her mouth, causing her to choke and gag. He grabbed the scarf around her neck and pulled it between her teeth. It was loose, but it would keep the bandana in her mouth for a few seconds. That was all the time he needed to pull her into a bear hug, her arms pinned against her chest. Elizabeth kicked and screamed into her gag as he dragged her into the house, but it did her no good. Once again, she was a prisoner.  

Part 3

Elizabeth's kidnapper dragged her down the hall, through the kitchen, and into the den. She looked down to see another woman lying on the floor, wearing a pair of jeans and an off-white, long sleeved cotton shirt. As Elizabeth had been, she wore a rope harness and was bound at the elbows and wrists. She wasn't hogtied, but her legs had been tied with rope above and below her knees as well as at her ankles. The woman wore a hood of black, stretchy material, and a scarf had been tied over the hood, tightly between the woman's teeth. Although Elizabeth couldn't see her face, she knew exactly who the woman was.
    Elizabeth's kidnapper dropped her on the floor next to the hooded woman, then stood up and pulled the gun out of the waistband of his jeans. Elizabeth froze as he crouched next to the hooded captive and pulled her up to her knees, causing the woman to cry out. With one hand he yanked down the scarf in her mouth, then pulled off her hood and clamped his hand over her mouth. Elizabeth saw the woman's tousled brown hair, and her worst fears were realized: he had kidnapped her best friend Vicki. Elizabeth's kidnapper pointed his gun at Vicki's head.
    "Now you're going to do what I tell you, or else I'll blow her head off, understand?" Vicki's eyes widened in fear, and she wailed into his hand. He tightened his grip and jammed the gun against her temple.
    "Understand?" Both Vicki and Elizabeth nodded their heads vigorously. The man released his grip, and then pulled Vicki to her feet.
    "You," said, motioning to Elizabeth with the gun. "Untie her." He backed up and watched as Elizabeth scurried forward. She began to work on the ropes binding her friend. Like the ones that had bound her earlier, the knots were tied tightly. Elizabeth worked silently. Although the scarf had fallen down around her neck, her mouth was still packed with a bandana. Vicki remained silent as well, her mouth also filled with a handkerchief. Though either of them could have spit their gags out, she knew what would happen if they tried. Once Elizabeth had Vicki untied, both of them turned to face their captor.
    "Both of you, strip, down to your panties!" Both women looked at each other nervously, and the man waved his gun at them angrily. Quickly, if reluctantly, they began to shed their clothing, leaving it in a pile on the floor where they dropped it. Within moments, they were nude, each of them instinctively trying to cover themselves with their arms. The man strode forward, reached into Vicki's mouth, and plucked out the sodden mass of cotton that had gagged her. As she coughed, he did the same to Elizabeth, and then backed away again.
    "You," he said, motioning to Elizabeth. "Take off your panties and stuff them in her mouth."
    "Please," Elizabeth whispered, and the man rose angrily to his feet. Quickly, Elizabeth slid her panties down her leg. Balling them up, she approached Vicki uncertainly, and then proceeded to stuff them inside Vicki's mouth.
    "Now you," he said, motioning to Vicki, "do the same to her." Vicki pulled her panties off and wadded them up. Elizabeth opened her mouth to accept them, and Vicki pushed them inside. The kidnapper opened a duffle bag at his feet, and pulled out a pair of scarves. He approached his captives and handed them one each.
    "You," he said. "Fold it into a band, and tie a triple knot in the center. Then use it to gag her. Make sure you do it tight, cause if it isn't, I'll make sure it's tight, and trust me, you won't like it." He motioned toward Vicki. "When you're done, do the same to her."
    Elizabeth looked into Vicki's eyes, trying to find some reason to all this, trying to figure out what kind of game was being played. Vicki just looked back at her, her eyes full of confusion and fear. Then Elizabeth took the scarf, folded it in half, and folded it several more times into a thick band. The material was soft, silky, and thick, and the triple knot she tied it is was huge, or so it seemed to her eyes. Elizabeth approached Vicki gingerly, who opened her mouth to accept the knot. Elizabeth pushed it inside, eliciting a small moan from Vicki, who then lifted her hair up to make it easy for Elizabeth to tie the knot behind her head. Elizabeth was tempted to make it loose, but she was afraid of what would happen, and so she knotted the scarf tightly, causing Vicki to moan again. Vicki then repeated the process on Elizabeth again. Elizabeth let out a strangled gurgle as the knot was forced behind her teeth, and then winced as Vicki tied the scarf tightly behind her head.
    The kidnapper handed them each another pair of scarves, then addressed Elizabeth and Vicki in turn. "Fold the scarf into a wide band, and then tie it over her mouth. When she's done, you do the same to her."
    "Oh my god," though Elizabeth, "he's getting off on this! That's why he just doesn't do this himself. He likes watching us do this. What kind of freak have I been captured by?" Even as these thoughts ran through her head, she methodically folded the scarf in her hands into a band about 4 inches wide. It was made of heavy silk, and despite her fear, Elizabeth noted that it was pretty. Once she had finished folding it, she brought it up to Vicki's mouth and tied it behind her head, this time over her hair. Vicki then repeated the process, and Elizabeth suddenly became acutely aware of the feeling of the silk on her skin, the panties in her mouth, and the fact that both she and Vicki were nude. When they were both finished, their kidnapper each handed then another scarf. My god, Elizabeth thought, how many does he have in that bag?
    "Ok ladies, over your eyes please." The two women both folded the scarves into wide bands. The last thing Elizabeth saw was Vicki pulling the scarf over her eyes before she did the same, plunging herself into darkness. She tied the scarf snugly, but not tightly, behind her head. She then put her hands at her side and waited. Without her vision, the taste of the gag and the feel of the silk on her skin became even more acute. Elizabeth tensed as she felt her kidnapper approach her. She flinched as he ran his finger inside the edge of her blindfold. Then he unknotted it, then then knotted it again much more tightly. He did the same with the scarf over her mouth, causing her to mew into her gag. Then he took her wrists and crossed them behind her, and then proceeded to tie them together with a length of rope. Elizabeth heard him walk toward Vicki, and she moved her wrists around slightly. Surprisingly, the ropes weren't too tight. Maybe with a little work, she might be able to slip out of them.
    Elizabeth heard Vicki yelp slightly, and she assumed he had tightened her gag. Then she heard him bind her wrists. Then he returned to her, and she felt a rope being tied loosely around her neck as a collar. Then her kidnapper took up the slack.
    "This way." Elizabeth's kidnapper tugged on the rope, and Elizabeth and Vicki followed. He led them down the hall and up the stairs. Elizabeth took short, halting steps. Unable to see, and with her wrists tied, there was little else she could do. The kidnapper led his two prisoners up the stairs, down the hallway, and into a room. Then he stopped, removed the rope collars, and had the two women stand and face each other. Then he each of them a gentle push, and they walked forward until they were literally touching each other. Elizabeth felt her captor untie her wrists. Then he brought them around Vicki's waist, crossed them behind Vicki's back, and retied them, forcing Elizabeth to pull Vicki closely into her embrace. This time, he tied them much more snugly, and Elizabeth knew she wouldn't be able to wriggle out of the ropes. He then tied Vicki's wrists behind Elizabeth's back, binding them together.
    The kidnapper didn't stop there. Taking a long length of rope, he wound it around both women's waists and cinched it tightly, then circled their waists several more times before tying it off. This forced Elizabeth and Vicki to press up each other's bodies, causing their pubic areas to rub up against each other. He then used small lengths of rope to bind their wrists to the rope around their waists. More rope was wound around their upper torsos, under their arms, mashing their breasts together. He then had his two captives shuffle their way over to the side of the bed. Even though their legs weren't bound, it was a slow, difficult process, as neither woman could see, and they had little freedom of movement as well.
    Once the two women had reached the bed, their kidnapper gently eased them up and onto the bed, itself a difficult process since neither of them could really move much. He finally got them situated on the bed, each of them lying side by side. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, since Vicki and Elizabeth's arms were pinned beneath each other awkwardly. The kidnapper then bound their legs together and to each other with rope just below their buttocks, below their knees, and at their ankles. They could now no longer even bend their knees. It was, Elizabeth thought, totally unnecessary. He could have easily tied them separately. He could have easily left them in a much more bearable position. But he didn't, because he was enjoying himself.
    Elizabeth's kidnapper took one last look at his captives, and then he turned out the light and left the room, leaving Elizabeth even more confused. Why had he kidnapped her and Vicki too? If it was for ransom, why kidnap them both? Why kidnap them at all, as neither of them were rich. If he had kidnapped her so he could rape her, then why had he left them like this? Why go to all the trouble to secure them in such an elaborate position and then just leave them there?
    "Mmphppmhhh." Vicki shook Elizabeth out of her reverie, and Elizabeth responded by mewling into her gag. Elizabeth rubbed her gagged mouth over Vicki's, attempting to reassure and comfort her. No doubt, Elizabeth thought, she's just as terrified as me. And yet, Elizabeth couldn't help but notice a new feeling stirring in her as well. Despite her fear and anxiety and uncertainty, she was acutely aware of Vicki's flesh pressed against her, of her pubic area rubbing against her own, and of the softness of her breasts. As much as she hated to admit it, the ropes around her body and the panties and scarves in and over her mouth and eyes didn't feel bad. In fact, they felt good. Even worse, the knowledge the Vicki was lying next to her, also bound and gagged and blindfolded also felt good. She knew she should be horrified. She was horrified. And yet, she felt her nipples hardening, and felt Vicki's become hard as well. She heard Vicki mew quietly into her gag, felt her rest her head on Elizabeth's shoulder, and felt her hold her just a little closer. She felt Vicki rubbing up against her body, and realized that it wasn't just squirming. It was deliberate. My god, Elizabeth thought, we're both getting turned on by this.
    It was going to be a very long night.