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The Killers’ Vacation
By Rayron D’Olier

It was just a tiny click of a noise, but it might as well have been a piano falling off a building. Steve had been waiting to hear it all afternoon. He knew they would send someone – someone a little more than eager to help him transcend his earthly existence. But Steve was lucky. He was expecting hostile company.

He had left the lights on in the kitchen, den and living room and was waiting upstairs in the dark. Creeping to the stairs he peered over the railing and waiting. There was no very obvious sound, but Steve could sense someone’s weight on the floor below. Whoever it was had swiftly moved into the darkness of the downstairs hall and was listening as hard as Steve. The silence was like fog. Every little noise could be something or nothing.

Steve moved back into an upstairs bedroom. He opened the window and stepped out onto the roof above the back yard. He moved like Dracula. Steve checked his .45, slipped it in his belt and with one massive arm swung himself up onto a tree branch. He climbed down the tree into the back yard and peered into a window that looked into the den. No sign of the enemy. Steve settled in to wait. He went silent and still just like he used to in the jungle years and years ago; prepared to be a statue for hours.

He stood there for as long as it took to see a very cute face framed with red hair peek around the entrance to the hallway. The rest of her followed. She was gripping a silenced automatic with both hands and obviously knew the close quarters combat routine. She glided out of the hall and moved to the kitchen and froze. Steve took it all in. She was a small woman. About 100 pounds even. Pale skin. Red hair cut in a tapered, shoulder-length bob. She was wearing a black cocktail dress – long sleeves, tight round her upper body with a more flowing knee-length skirt. A low cut bosom covering relatively large tits. She had on tan pantyhose and black heels. Two inch spike heels and little bows over her toes. Steve knew where she had been. He was supposed to have been there too. She would have killed him there he noted inwardly.

Steve moved to the other end of the house and silently entered through his office window. He paused to get used to the almost total darkness and then went into a crouch. He looked down the hallway toward the den and kitchen just in time to see his red-headed enemy move down the central hallway to the stairs. Steve moved fast and with his .45 leading the way, crept to the front hall and listened. He heard her breathing not three feet away.

With one smooth silent motion, Steve rounded the corner. She was facing away from him. He grabbed the woman’s hands and gun and placed the muzzle of his gun to her face and said, “Be very, very still and you’ll live. Let go your weapon. Do it now please and don’t say a word.”

The woman nodded her head yes and let Steve take her gun away. Steve searched beneath her dress and found her back-up pistol in a thigh holster. He took it and placed both her guns on the floor, turned her around and shoved her back into the den. She looked at him with mild irritation.

“Stand right where you are and cross your wrists behind your back.” She saw that Steve had pulled a length of rope out of his pocket.

“Ha ha, a fucking boy scout.” But Steve could see that she was tense. He knew that by all professional standards she understood that she should be dead by now.

But she crossed her hands behind her and stood still while Steve tied them together at the wrists. He closed one hand around her upper arm and propelled her in front of him down the hall to his office. Her heels made a light clicking noise. He heard her laugh under her breath. He watched her bound hands clench into little fists.

As they entered his office, Steve flipped on the light with his gun barrel. He pushed the woman onto a couch. “Don’t move from that spot.”

“Fuck you. OK.”

Steve laughed and looked at her, “You have no social skills at all do you?”

Steve rummaged around in a closet and came out with more rope. He tied the woman’s feet together at the ankles. He left the room and came back with the woman’s guns and purse in his hand. He came back to find she had struggled to her feet and was attempting to hop to the door. Steve made her hop back to the couch and sit down. He sat across from her in his office chair and smiled as he ran a professional eye over her weaponry.

“Little girls carry little guns I see. They’d do the trick though, huh? I guess you’re a little embarrassed right now. This won’t help your annual review.”

Steve watched as the woman involuntarily struggled against the ropes. She shook her shoulders and lost one shoe. He could tell that she had forgotten that she was tied for a moment. Her face registered a brief flicker of surprise and then went back to a sullen, but very pretty green-eyed mask.

She tossed the hair out of her eyes and said, “Alright. What’s next?”

“What’s next? I am going to commit the unpardonable sin of going through a lady’s purse. When I find nothing worth finding except false ID and extra ammo, I’m going to fix myself a drink and we are going to sit here and have a little chat.”

Steve pulled out the inevitable clips of ammo and then went through her wallet. “So this says your name is Lilly? I assume that’s a scandalous lie. But until I learn otherwise, I’ll call you Lilly. My name is Steve. But I’m sure you know that.”

Steve fixed himself a really tall glass of scotch on ice and sat back down. He was very happy. He wasn’t dead and his would be killer looked very nice all tied up. He noticed that she tried to get her shoe back on and was unsuccessful.

“We have a problem now. I know that your people will be wanting to hear from you very soon the happy news that I have been successfully eliminated. I had planned to get out of the country tomorrow until it came to my attention that someone had found me out. So what to do with you? What do you think we should do with you?”

Lilly bit her lip and pretended to ponder the question, “I think we should untie me and go to the movies.”

Steve laughed, “Strangely enough I like your suggestion, but we can’t always do what we want. Hey I know, let’s sit right where we are, leave you tied up and I’ll ask a few questions. How does that sound?”

“That sounds inevitable. I see you have a drink. Why don’t I have one? Vodka please.”

Steve was enjoying himself immensely. He had no idea how he was going to handle the situation, but he was very pleased so far. He went over to his little bar in the corner of the room, poured a vodka on the rocks and stuck a drinking straw in it. He placed it on the table next to the couch where Lilly could lean over and take a sip. He settled back into his office chair and watched the bound girl wriggle a bit and take a rather surprisingly large pull at the vodka. She was looking at him all the time, but didn’t look particularly angry or frightened. She was settling in for prolonged negotiations. She kicked off her other shoe and was playing with her shoes with her toes as she waited for Steve to begin. She adjusted her arms so that her bound hands were just visible from behind her back. Steve noticed with approval that her stockings had reinforced toes and heels.

Steve waited a couple of beats and then began, “Question number one: Do you know why your employers want me dead?”

“I always insist on knowing. I don’t want to kill just anybody you know. I’ve got some minimal standards. Anyway, they had all kinds of bad things to say about you. They said that you are a liar, a cheat and a thief and you shot one of their liars, cheats and thieves several times and made him all dead and stuff. They were visibly upset. Deeply saddened.”

Lilly leaned over and had another drink. She looked around the room and then lifted her legs up and tested the rope around her ankles. She said, “Never been tied up before.”

Steve said, “How do you like it?”

“It’s kind of relaxing. It makes any plans I might have of turning the tables a bit moot. Sort of a nothing to do and nowhere to go scenario. I’m something of a fatalist. Hope I don’t get all itchy though.”

“You don’t seem worried about the fix you’re in. Apart from getting “all itchy.”

As if on cue, Lilly scratched her nose against her shoulder. That made the shoulder of her rather low-cut dress fall off of her actual shoulder. She didn’t seem to notice and leaned back in the couch. Her stocking feet were flat on the floor in front of her. She would occasionally point her toes and flex her arms as if to check the ropes for any signs of looseness.

Lilly said, “Wouldn’t help to worry. And anyway, when you went all film noir on me you said if I did as I was told that I would live. Direct quote. I might as well believe you although my close personal friends believe you’re a very big liar indeed.”

“I did say that and I meant it. That’s why we’re having this conversation. If killing you were the most desirable option you would never have known what hit you. You will note that I am taking the trouble to look at our options. You will also keep in mind that attempting to escape will put you in deadly peril. It’s your right to try to get away, but that would change the game entirely.

“Back to our questions. Do you have a stake in the argument between myself and your employers or are you strictly on the clock?”

“Strictly on the clock. I don’t really even know those bastards. I know some people who know some people. You know how it works. So I guess you’ll let me go eventually. That’s surprising. I was prepared for the other.”

“Sure. If you cooperate. We may have to spend some time together though. As you may or may not know, I’ve decided to retire. I have a new identity and a great deal of money in a safe foreign location. Since I’ve been interrupted, it will take about a week to get to where I need to go. And since I’m obviously not safe here, you and I will soon need to relocate. But unless you make a serious mistake, at the end of five or six days you will be free to resume your exciting and interesting career.”

Lilly furrowed her lovely brow and shook her red hair out of her eyes, “Hmmm, well, I guess I’ll have to offer a refund. You’re not dead after all. Hope they’re not mad.” Lilly giggled and had another sip of vodka. Steve had the sudden feeling that she was imagining the sudden deaths of her current employers. She looked at Steve with a highly-exaggerated and sweetly-innocent look on her face and said gravely, “I have to pee.”

“The excitement is too much to bear huh? Well, let’s see how we can manage this delicate situation.” Steve looked at the ceiling and furrowed his brow. After a moment he looked at Lily to find that she was again sucking vodka through her straw. She watched as Steve got up and rummaged through his closet again. He emerged with several sets of handcuffs.

Lilly made no comment as Steve untied her and cuffed her hands in front and cuffed her ankles together. The cuffs had very short chains.

Steve stood back and smiled broadly, “The bathroom is across the hall. Take your time for exactly 100 seconds.”

Lily gave him a deadpan glance and struggled to her feet. At first she tried taking the tiny steps dictated by the cuff chain, but then she began hopping; her stocking feet making a muffled thumping as they lightly hit the carpeted floor.

“Leave the door open.”

Steve reclined in his chair and made sure there was a bullet in the chamber of his gun. He took a drink and began counting. At the count of 20 he heard the toilet flush and heard the rustling of clothes, prolonged by Lilly’s cuffed hands. Then she thumped back into the room and resumed her seat by turning her last hop into a twirling jump and letting herself plop heavily onto the couch. She was a bit disheveled by now, but she had pulled her dress back over her shoulder.

She looked as if everything was just fine; nothing out of the ordinary. She smiled at Steve slightly, if a little cattily, and cupped her vodka between her two cuffed hands. She drank it all and held out her glass for another.

Steve obliged and handed her another frosty cold vodka. Lilly just looked at him. Steve went back to his seat and they looked at each other. Apart from the fact that Lilly was rather tightly cuffed at wrists and ankles, one would have thought that here were two old friends or lovers just sitting around having drinks not feeling any particular need to say much.

Lily looked a little woozy. “You live here. In a suburban house. Not much of a decorator are you? But I guess you’re not here much.”

“My neighbors think I’m a divorced airline pilot. I am constantly invited to dinners where I am introduced to perfectly lovely divorced friends of the neighbors. Some of them have been quite enthusiastic about being tied up. It’s a complication, but until now it’s been decent cover. I’ll miss it, but we go with what we’ve got. What I won’t miss is the business you and I are in. At some point I got sick of it.”

“Yeah, well, you have an immaculate reputation. My employers picked me to kill you because they thought you might not expect an innocent little person. They’re idiots. But now I feel like an idiot. I’ve never failed before. At least you’re nice.”

“Don’t try to manipulate me young lady. I’m a cold-hearted predator. Ha ha. But I would hate to kill you for simple reasons of aesthetics. I like sitting here looking at you and talking with you, but I’m perfectly capable of making myself sad and wistful by your tragic death if you make that necessary. You need to give that fact a very high priority.”

“Yeah, well, whatever.”

“Here’s what’s going to happen. We will be leaving here and I’m very happy to say that we will have to tie you up more than just a little bit. We will establish residence at an undisclosed location where I can keep you for about a week. I won’t be able to watch you much of the time, but you’ll be as comfortable as possible. And when I’m around we can have drinks and pleasant little chats just like this one. Now what could be better than that given the circumstances?”

“Let’s see; a week more or less tied up with an obvious pervert and only the clothes I’m wearing. It’ll be like a happy picnic at the beach. And when you’re off doing whatever you’ll be doing somebody else might take my commission and nobody will know where I am when you are dead. What could possibly go wrong?”

“I’m not going to die. And I have no interest in a smelly captive. We’ll deal with it. Where do you live? I’d be happy to rifle your belongings and pack a little vacation bag for you. But first we move. It’s time to get you all packaged up for delivery.”

Lilly rolled her eyes and drank off her vodka as if it was glass of water. She looked at Steve, pouted and said, ”No, no please don’t tie me up. I’ll be good.”

Steve laughed, “Are you sure you’re not enjoying this? You’re making perfectly certain that I am.”

Steve gathered a pile of ropes on his desk and sorted them by length.

“Stand up.”

Lilly stood up. Steve unlocked the cuffs on her wrists and tied her hands crossed behind her back. Then he coiled several double turns of rope around her arms and body just below her bosum. He cinched the rope between her arms and body, pulled it tight and knotted it behind her.

Lilly was surprised at her reaction. She felt utterly helpless and was amazed that it didn’t hurt to be so tightly tied. For the first time in her life she felt physically helpless, but also now emotionally dependent. When she felt the last knot tied, her mind shifted gears and she recognized that, like it or not, she was a prisoner. She had the absurd thought that she now couldn’t even pick her nose. But there was a deep tingle that rose from within her body that told her that this man could do whatever he liked with her. She wriggled a bit and found that the tingle increased and was actually somewhat intense.

While she was engaged in these thoughts and feelings she heard Steve say, “Open wide.”

“What?”

When she said that Steve slipped a thick cloth between her lips, wrapped it a couple of times around her head, each time slipping another turn between her lips. She felt it knotted behind her neck and was shocked to here herself say, “Wuh a fuf iv oo voo af or?”

Steve took his hands off her and she turned to face him. She forgot she was tied and Steve saw her shake her head and shoulders and then glare at him.

“Don’t fight it. Just remember. You were going to kill me. You’d still like to as far as I’m concerned. You’re getting off easy, and as much as I enjoy our conversation, you’re going to have to be silenced for a little bit.”

Steve grabbed her by her upper arm and gently began pushing her out into the hall. Lilly resisted and pointed with one stockinged foot to her shoes and said, “My ooos.”

Steve laughed, “Women and their shoes. Let me help you.”

He helped her slip her shoes on and hung her purse over her shoulder and then marched her down the hall, through the kitchen and into the garage. In the garage was a Lincoln Town Car. Steve popped the trunk, picked Lilly up and, to her immense irritation laid her in it. He quickly lashed her legs together above the knees and at the ankles.

Then he leaned over and said, “It won’t take 30 minutes. Relax and think of a favorite kill.”

Lilly sighed as the trunk closed and thought of all the bad movies she’d seen where the heroine had been tied, gagged and put in a trunk. She had always sneered at these hapless damsels who had lost control of their fate. Now she was one of them. She wriggled around until she got fairly comfortable and let her mind wander. She noticed there was something about being tied that made her mind slow down and drift. She didn’t have to be afraid and she found that she was taking an almost objective and analytical assessment of the situation. But her mind also kept going places that had very little to do with anything that was happening. It was like a twilight sleep or a fever dream without the fever.

The professional in her took note of the noises as they drove; trying to decide where they were going. But she lost interest until she heard a sound like a huge electric door opening and then closing as they drove into a place with echoes. She found her body tense against the ropes as she heard Steve approach the trunk. The trunk opened. Steve picked her up as if she weighed no more than a sack of groceries and she realized the power of him. There was a muffled protest as she was draped over his shoulder and carried through what she saw was a warehouse with no windows and absolutely nothing in it.

Steve proceeded through two steel doors, saying nothing and locking each door behind him. Lilly saw that they were in a dim hallway. At the end Steve effortlessly sprinted up three flights of concrete stairs and they entered an office furnished with decades-old furniture. Steve deposited her on an old leather couch and without a word, but with a little smile, left the room and went down a hall flicking lightswitches as he went and making rummaging sounds. He came back in and sat across from her in a leather chair. He took a large silenced automatic pistol out of his coat and laid it on a desk. He took a pull at a bottle of Rye that seemed to appear from nowhere. He looked at Lilly. Lilly looked at him and gave a little squirm that made her breasts wriggle above the ropes. Steve looked deep in thought.

Lilly didn’t want to hear gagged voice, but she said, “Umphie ee ees.”

Steve walked over and ungagged her. He left her otherwise tied and sat back down. “Let’s talk first.”

Lilly said, “That’s about all I can do.”

She sat back in the couch and kicked off her shoes. With more awkwardness than she would have liked she angrily struggled to a position where her feet where curled around her butt and she was leaning against the arm of the couch. “Drink please.”

Steve held the bottle to her mouth.

“You like to drink.”

“Apparently.”

Lilly was quite disheveled by now. Her thick red hair was mussed, her dress had fallen off one shoulder again and her stockings were wrinkled where her legs and feet were bound.

Steve got up and began rummaging in a file cabinet. Lilly felt a tingle again as she watched him freely move around in contrast to her inability to even change her position easily. The feeling made her stretch and it was as if the ropes reminded her that they were still there and there was nothing she could do about that. She looked at her bound feet and had a strange little epiphany that her lovely legs were enhanced by the neatness and tightness of her bonds. Lilly felt that she had lost control of her mind and emotions as well as control over her body.

Steve found what he was looking for, a folder, laid it on the desk and turned to her. “Now we will take our relationship to a new level of trust. I’m going to untie you while we talk, but here are the rules. You don’t move without permission. If you try to run, just know that there are several locked steel doors between us and your freedom. Also if you try to run, I will hogtie you for a little while. Do you know what that means? I won’t hurt you, but you will be significantly less comfortable. The more I can trust you, which won’t be much, the easier it will be. Is any of what I’ve said at all vague or confusing?”

“No.”

“You are the soul of brevity.”

As Steve untied her, Lilly noted inwardly that she was actually a little drunk and happy. She felt just as she did before she had sex with a man, but with no need for any games. She also felt a little sweaty and dirty, but didn’t much care. When the last rope was removed she stretched luxuriously and laughed.

Steve smiled, “Share the joke.”

“Nothing really. I was just thinking about tied up divorcees. You’ve had some practice. Can I get up and walk around without being grabbed and hogtied?”

“Feel free, but not too free. No sudden martial arts stances.”

Lilly got up and padded around the office in her stocking feet. She went to the window, which she found looked out over a narrow alley and another building. The windows of each building were only on the third floor, where they were. She felt hot. It occurred to her that Steve liked her, but she also knew his reputation and he would be merciless if she crossed him. She was beginning to have fun being out of control. No decisions to make. It was almost like a vacation. She decided to test him.

She undid her dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her clad only in her white silk slip and pantyhose. She threw the dress over on the couch and smiled at Steve. “That’s better. Do we have better drinks than just out of that bottle?”

“Aren’t you worried I’ll take, um, liberties with you if you start undressing?”

“The dress wouldn’t stop you and it’s gross. Anyway, I don’t imagine you trust me enough to get that close. I thought you said you were going to get me something clean to put on.”

“That will happen today. I’ve got your hotel key and in a very few minutes I’ll be running some innocuous little errands and that will be one of them. And yes we do have better drinks. Vodka on ice?”

“In ginger ale if you have it.”

Steve got up, went over to Lilly, spun her around and cuffed her hands behind her. Then he stooped down and cuffed her feet and left the room with her standing there.

Lilly didn’t move. Steve came back with a tall vodka and placed in on the table by the couch. He uncuffed her and went back to his desk chair where he leaned back and took a big pull off his bottle.

Lilly sat back on the couch, “We drink a lot.”

“Yes we do. We have a high-stress job. It’s not the killing that concerns me, it’s the possibility of being killed.”

Lilly giggled. “So when you wander off you’re not going to leave me all tied up all that time are you?” She looked at him sweetly and batted her eyes.

“Oh yes, and gagged too. I imagine you know all there is to know about picking locks, avoiding alarms, etc. I’ll leave the TV on. Ha ha.

“In fact, I know quite a bit about you. This folder is your professional resume. You are rather deadly. I like to know about who’s coming after me.”

Lilly gave a snort, “Wouldn’t it be funny if we did end up going to the movies? It would be even funnier if you came back and I was gone.”

“Yeah, well, I think it’s funny the fix you’re in now.”

Lilly tilted her head, “I know something about you. I know that you like me and wouldn’t want to kill me.”

“I haven’t tried to hide it. But you’ll do as your told regardless and I’m leaving nothing to chance. You’re going to have a big problem when it come out I’m not dead. Me dead, means no problem.”

“Let’s talk about something else.”

So they talked and drank and looked at each other. Steve was remarkably forthcoming about what he had done and to whom. It occurred to Lily that he really was about to disappear and would be very, very difficult to find.

They talked very pleasantly for an hour and Steve began looking at his watch. Finally he stood up and said, “Time to go. Time to get you all snug and harmless, if that’s possible. Let me show you to your room.”

Lilly pouted, “NO! I’m not going to BE tied up. That’s just stupid.”

Steve looked mildly irritated, “Don’t fuck around. It’ll be fun!”

Lilly stood up, pointed at Steve and yelled, “It’s not gonna happen you fucker!”

Steve didn’t say anything, he took a length from where he had laid them earlier and walked over to Lilly. Lilly twirled and shot an expert kick at his head. Steve moved his head the several inches needed to avoid a small, nylon covered foot to his face, grabbed that leg with one arm and the rest of her with the other. He turned her face down on the couch and pulled her arms behind her. Lilly was shocked at his speed and power. It was as if she weighed nothing and had no strength at all. His grip was like steel. To his surprise he noted that Lilly wasn’t struggling. She was, in fact, giggling under her breath.

She said, “Very nice move. Minimum movement. I guess that’s my fate now, huh?”

Steve laughed. “I’ll go easy on you. It might not seem that way.”

Lilly lay still and felt Steve tie her wrists together behind her. She noted that they were tied parallel to each other rather than crossed at an angle. When she felt the rope pulled snug and the knot was tied, she also felt that little tingle deep in her body.

Steve stood her up and wrapped a large quantity of rope around her arms and body just below her bosum. He cinched it on either side between her elbows and body and Lilly felt the knot tied. Two knots and she was helpless.

“Help me finish my drink.”

Steve helped her gurgle down the vodka and then gathering the rest of the rope pushed her gently out of the office and down a dark hallway. They passed several doors, all closed, and Steve opened the door at the end of the hall and Lilly padded in flipping her bound hands behind her.

It was a nice room. It had a bed on one wall, a couch and two chairs in a corner under a window, a dresser, a full-length mirror on a wooden stand near the closet, a TV and a little desk with a computer. She noticed that there was a door in one corner that opened onto a bathroom. It was all a little dingy and old and had concrete block walls.

Lilly pirouetted like a ballet dancer (a ballet dancer with tightly bound arms and hands) and gushed, “It’s perfect! I just LOVE it! So grim and… and… authentic. No pictures though and the carpet is icky.”

Steve looked at his watch. “You’ll grow to love it, and here’s the best part. As part of our full-service package, you get to pick where you will sit!”

“What do you mean ‘pick where I’ll sit?’”

“Sadly, we’ll need to tie those cute, but dangerous feet together. Wouldn’t want you running around practicing on the furniture.”

“Oh, well, I couldn’t kick like that with my arms all tied up and stuff. It’s surprising how much you need your arms to use your feet smash peoples’ heads. I am perfectly helpless.”

“Not negotiable. You have several delightful options.”

Lilly slowly began wandering around testing every chair with a foot. She went and sat on the bed and bounced up and down. She went back to the chairs and couch, looking thoughtfully at them, sitting in each one.”

Steve sighed, “If you don’t decide in three seconds, I will hogtie you on the bed. Tightly.”

Lilly quickly, with a rueful look on her face, sat down on the couch. She smiled brightly and said, “I can see the TV from here! I wonder what’s on?”

She wriggled against her ropes and held her legs straight out in front of her and waggled her pointed feet up and down as if she were eager to have them tied.

“Aren’t we sarcastic though? I guess that’s better than a kick to the head.”

Steve gathered her legs in one arm and lashed her ankles together cinching between them and knotting it in the front. Lilly watched to see how he did it and noted the neatness, quickness and effectiveness of the binding. The tingling in Lilly’s body hit her with new force and she was forced to accept that she was now officially open to being violated and ravished by her intended victim. She had a brief image in her mind of how she might like that to happen. She was mortified to realize she was blushing.

“Technique appears to be important when brutally binding a lady.”

“As I’m sure you know, technique is important period. Your flirting for instance. It’s the only weapon you’ve got. Your kick at my head was very charming.

Before Steve let her legs fall to the floor, he gave her feet a little tickle. Lilly reacted as if from an electrical shock. She was astounded when the ropes reminded her that she couldn’t move or avoid the tickling. She was blushing bright red.

Steve stood up and laughed, “There’s another thing we could do if you misbehave. Hogtied and tickled if you try to kill me again.”

“I’m going to gag you now. Anything you need to say?”

“What if you don’t come back. Somebody’s got to be after you. Maybe you’ll be arrested. Maybe you’ll have a heart attack.”

“Sorry I hadn’t mentioned it. If I am gone more than three hours, certain events will be triggered so that you will be rescued. You’ll have a lot of explaining to do and your employers will know you’ve failed your mission, but you’ll be safe and can take care of yourself I am sure.”

“Now open wide.”

Lilly opened wide and Steve wrapped a white cloth three times around her head and between her lips, knotting it behind her neck. As he walked away, Lilly leaned back against the couch and watched as he paused at the door.

Steve turned at looked at her all bound and gagged in her silk slip and pantyhose. Her hair was a mess under the gag. She was quite a lovely package.

Steve pointed at her, “Just try to relax. The TV remote is on the floor by your feet. You can probably manage. So you in a bit.”

Lilly forgot she was gagged and said, “Phee oo.”

The door closed and Steve was gone. Lilly heard him lock it and then it was quiet. Lilly stayed very still and listened. All she could hear were distant traffic noises.

Her first impulse was to get up off of the couch and do something, but she merely wriggled against the ropes and grunted. Since Lilly was an extremely proactive person who was used to doing things and who very rarely merely sat and did nothing, she had to make an effort to sit and think. She assessed her situation. She was surprised that it didn’t really hurt to be so tied up. She had always assumed that it would. If she sat really still, it was almost as if she couldn’t feel the ropes, but any movement made them feel quite snug and it was something for her to get used to that she really couldn’t move.

She wriggled around a little and the sat very still. As she accepted her bound and helpless state, she found that her mind and senses became acute. It was almost like meditation after a while and she noticed every tiny detail of her surroundings. There was a clock on the table by the bed, but she couldn’t see its face.

Every time she thought about Steve putting the ropes on her, her body tingled in a frankly sexual manner. She thought, “I understand why those divorcees liked this.” Being alone and tied was also different from before. Every instinct told her, “You are alone now and can escape, or at least get untied.” But after only a little investigation, Lilly had to admit that it would take several consecutive miracles to get loose. Simply struggling would get her nowhere. The only thing that was truly irritating was that her gag was becoming noticeably wet. She hoped she wouldn’t drool.

Her mind began to wander. It was as if having her body bound had somehow freed her mind to go where it would. After about 15 minutes she felt almost dreamlike and she kept thinking about Steve. In other circumstances she might even have had a nice wank, but that was out of the question. She lifted her bound legs in front of her and again noticed how nice her firm legs and feet looked tied together. She had the absurd thought that rope was a nice fashion accessory.

Finally, Lilly decided to do something. She wanted to know what time it was, so she determined to get up and hop to the bed and look at the clock, and maybe turn it so she could see it from the couch.

She leaned forward, braced her feet and carefully stood up. Her balance was shaky, but she took a couple of test hops and found that it could be done. At first she tried taking the tiny steps that her ankle ropes would allow, but that only took her forward about an inch at a time. She took a deep breath and began hopping toward the bed. As she went, she gained confidence, but was amazed that traveling such a short distance was a major effort.

As she hopped she felt the tightness of the ropes increase. There was no pain, but there was a feeling of utter helplessness and tight constraint. Her tits bounced up and down, her hair flew in her face and she began to sweat. She reached the little clock on the table and her hands flailed madly for a moment as her mind forgot her body was tied and she tried to simply bring her hands forward and move the clock. She sighed. She hopped in place until one bound hand could just barely reach the clock and rotate to toward the couch. Then she hopped backwards a few inches and sat down on the bed for a break.

Lilly swung her bound feet up just to have a look and then let them drop to the floor with a thump. She was unconsciously flexing her shoulders and arms as she thought about what, if anything, to do next. She was reconciled to the fact that anything she did was going to be difficult and time-consuming, but it was time to focus, if she could, on what might be useful, or even fun, to do with her time. Only thirty minutes had passed since Steve’s departure.

Lilly looked down at her tits. Hopping had caused the straps of her slip to fall off her shoulders and her tits were a bit exposed. The ropes beneath them made them poke out a bit, but also stretched the silk over them, otherwise she would be completely exposed. She tried twisting around to see how her hands were tied, but the best she could do was see most of one hand on either side. Her arms and body were essentially a single unit.

She looked around the room and found that she was putting together an itinerary for traveling about her prison. First she thought, the bathroom. Sharp instruments could be found. Then a trip to the full-length mirror might be in order. Perhaps she could see the knots. She sat a moment longer and then stood to begin her hop to the bathroom. She went faster this time and was somewhat proud to have such fine mobility. On entering the bathroom she paused and noticed the mirror. In her own color of lipstick there was a note that said, “Nothing sharp in here. No rope-cutting tools at all.”

Then she was struck with the sight of her gagged face and bound upper body. She was amazed at the sight. The word that popped into her mind was “extreme.” It was an extreme thing to be in a bound and gagged state. But she had to admit she looked pretty cute; an innocent, disheveled victim.

In spite of the note, she pulled out some drawers that she could, just barely, reach and there we nothing in them at all.

She hopped out of the bathroom and stood in front of the full-length mirror. Again she was shocked at her bound and gagged image. She seemed a pure sex object, packaged and ready to be ravished by a horrible villain or rescued by a hero – and then ravished by him. “Steve sort of fits both bills,” she thought. Her cheeks and lips were made a bit fuller by the tight gag, her barely covered tits were made prominent by the ropes around her body and arms. Her feet tied together made her stand in a demure fashion. Lilly understood very well the attraction to men of a bound damsel.

Out of curiosity, she hopped around where she could look over her shoulder and see how she was tied. It was a very neat job. The knots were mere inches from her fingers, but they might as well have been 100 yard away. The sight made her tingle.

She hopped back to the sitting area and chose an old leather chair where she could both see the TV and her image in the mirror. Taking tiny tiny steps she pushed the remote where she could reach it with a foot and gratefully sank into the chair. As she relaxed, so did the ropes a little. She looked at the clock and found that it had taken most of an hour to make a tour of a single room.

She was now a mess. She was sweaty and a little tired. Her hair had no shape at all. Her stockings were wrinkled and her gag was alarmingly moist. But she felt fine considering. Once seated and reconciled to remaining motionless, her mind once again wandered off in to very strange places. She would move her arms and shoulders against the ropes from time to time and her feet would move back and forth against the rope and rub against the carpet, but she rather enjoyed the feeling. She enjoyed it in conjunction with thoughts of the fellow who had tied the ropes.

He was a handsome fellow she thought, but what really moved her was his relaxed intensity. She knew he was a serious killer without fear, but she was deeply moved by the certain knowledge that he liked her. He wouldn’t trust her, but he definitely liked her. Well then, she would admit that she liked him too. She tried to imagine his body. That made her want to wank again and her legs moved back and forth in the hopes of giving a little friction.

Now she was looking forward to seeing him. She wished there was some kind of joke she could play on him, but short of getting untied, there was nothing she could do.

She essentially went into a meditative state and let her mind go where it wanted. This had never happened to her before and it occurred to her that an occasional spell in ropes and a gag could be a relaxing and serene experience. It would be infinitely enhanced if she could reach between her legs. Of if somebody else would. Lilly had always liked to fuck, but this feeling was beginning to be a little bit off her usual scale of intensity. She decided to hide that from Steve for now. If it happened, it happened.

The remaining time was spent watching the clock, planning for the immediate future and drifting off into an assassin’s fairly land where love and killing were completely compatible. As the time drew near for Steve’s return, Lilly became quite simply, overwhelmingly horny and for the first time in her life could do nothing about it. Several feet of soft, white cotton rope and three knots had her unable to even find something else to do to take her mind off of the unbelievable intensity of her erotic yearnings. She had to laugh out loud and the muffled sound of her gagged voice made things even worse. Or better as she immediately thought.

Her next mental image was of bound divorcees being slowly, slowly brought to orgasm by a devilish Steve. She thought, “I know all about it now. I want it.”

As she sat looking around the room and wriggling against the ropes and trying to rub her butt on the chair, she suddenly heard a distant door slam. She tried to compose herself. She once again forgot she was tied and tried to smooth her hair, and everything else, and gave a rather violent squirming movement against the ropes and then she forced herself to sit very still and wait.

Several minutes went by and she heard the door to her room unlocked and in walked Steve. He had changed his clothes and was wearing a black suit, white shirt, tie and cowboy boots. He breezed in as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary. He was carrying a frosty Vodka with a drinking straw poking out of it.

He gave her a facetious thumbs up and placed the drink on the table next to her chair. While he was ungagging her he asked, “So how was your evening. It’s quite late now, past midnight. I thought I might find you asleep. I definitely thought you might need a drink.”

He tossed the gag on the bed and showed every sign of leaving the room without untying her. Then he paused and said, “Oh, I have to get some things out of the car and make a phone call. Be right back.”

For some reason his freedom of movement and lack of urgency in untying her ramped up Lilly’s erotic index to a level that actually made her break out in a sweat. She sucked half the vodka through the straw and tried to calm down. She listened to the bustling sounds down the hall and then she heard Steve talking. Finally he came back carrying all of the luggage she had had at her hotel. She felt like a limp dish rag as he untied her starting at her feet and finally finishing by untying her hands.

Lilly stretched luxuriously and had to force herself to keep her hands away from between her legs.

“How do you feel?”

“Fine thanks and you?”

“Marvelous. Very productive day.”

Steve bent over her and sniffed her as if he as a dog.

“You are a little rank young lady. Perhaps you’d like to freshen up. I’ll lock the door. When you want out just give a hard knock. If you’re like me you’re mighty hungry. I’ll have a nice snack and some more drinks waiting.”

He left the room and locked the door, taking the ropes and gag with him. The first thing Lilly did was reach between her legs and give herself a surprisingly powerful orgasm. Not so surprisingly, her inner storyline involve herself as bound and gagged damsel being fucked by a guy named Steve. She ended by laughing. She sat for a moment thinking how to play the situation over the coming week and then went about making herself clean and pretty. She found it quite strange to be able use her arms and feet again. Doing effortless things was once again effortless, but her body tingled yet.

Lilly unpacked her luggage and saw it had been thoroughly searched; no weapons, no cell phone, no computer. She selected nice simple white mid-calf nightgown since it was almost 1 a.m., and found her expensive leather flip flops with the barest hint of little heels. She showered and merely dried her hair and shook it. Her red mane expanded and barely brushed her shoulders. As a sexy concession to present company she accentuated her pale skin with very dark red lipstick and pronounced herself ready for snacks and drinks with her fellow professional killer and captor. She noted that the rope marks had almost disappeared.

At the door she pounded as hard as she could with both hands and yelled, “Let me the fuck out of here you dick!”

Steve opened the door. He had shed his jacket and shirt and had on a wife-beater undershirt. Lilly almost gasped at the sheer rippling hardness of his body. He wasn’t terribly bulky, but he was essentially a collection of steel cables.

Steve merely gestured down the hall, smiled and said, “After you.”

Lilly clicked down the hall and turned left when Steve said, “Turn left.”

Lilly entered a living room/kitchen/dining room that had obviously been some sort of very large office space for the warehouse they were apparently in. It was well-furnished with a couple of couches and chairs, bookshelves, dining room table and some other things.

She sat on the couch, dangling a little sandal off of her toes and said, “So you’re leaving all this behind?”

“Correct. I will simply vanish.”

On the coffee table were sandwiches, wine bottles and other things. Steve sat in a chair so he and Lilly could see each other and they began to munch. Lilly became aware that the atmosphere was a bit like an awkward first date. Steve broke the silence first.

“You look very nice. None the worse for wear?”

Lilly laughed, “You seem to have had a lot of practice tying up girls. Apart from barely being able to move, I was pretty comfortable. Tell me about all those divorcees you tied up. I’ll bet they were scared?”

“No, no, it’s a sexy game. They liked fucking me and wanted to marry me and I pitched it to them as a fun game. They loved it. Very exciting for them. They would request it.”

Lilly warmed to the topic, “So you would play kidnapper like a bunch of kids?”

“That’s it. There are even rules. Once tied up, they knew they wouldn’t be untied for a certain time limit. We even had secret signals so that they could be kidnapped with us both in character. For instance, one lady would signal her readiness to play by throwing a knife at me or pretending to be angry and hitting me. Another would turn a refrigerator magnet upside down, meaning that I should kidnap her later in the week at a time and place of my choosing. I would break into their houses, but they never knew when it would happen. All good, clean fun. And really, if you must know, the whole point of it, besides the romantic novel-style drama, is as a technique for delaying orgasm for them. I’d have them all tied up and I’d play with them, leave them alone, play with them some more and I’d make it very, very slow. Some of them finally came so hard they fainted. And then a bit later we’d have a conventional fuck. Lots of fun for all. Is that too much information?

Lilly felt a little faint herself, “No, no, I like to talk… about things. I know you can’t trust me, but I’m grateful you’re not angry that I tried to kill you. So you get a charge out of the game too I take it?”

“Nothing makes me more excited. While I have the women all tied up and I’m delaying their orgasm, I’m also delaying mine. They have no control or even influence over events, which is what drives them so mad, and even though I’m the active party, they’re not really able to do anything for me physically. Anyway, I like to be in control and I like the sight of a tied up woman. Don’t know why and I don’t care. I also like being very, very kind and nice to them while they’re tied up. It makes me feel marvelous.”

Lilly was riveted, “So you like seeing me all tied up then?”

Steve smiled brightly, “Very much. You’re a beauty and you’re not scared. You’re tough. But it’s a little different in that you’re the first woman I’ve ever tied against her will and for a compelling reason. With you it isn’t a game. I like it very much though, but I won’t don’t it just to amuse myself. Well maybe not too much. I respect you as a colleague and I actually like you. By the way, it’s nothing to be ashamed of that I got the better of you. I’m very, very good and I had prior warning. But I’m getting out of the business. Someday everyone’s luck runs out.”

Lilly was drunk again, “I’ll bet if I fought you as hard as I could that you couldn’t get me tied up. Without the threat of a gun I mean.”

Steve positively beamed, “Oh yes I could. There was one woman that liked to fight me every inch of the way and she was a big, strong gal. The only slight problem with that is when you’re tying a squirming, moving, punching, kicking target, you can’t quite get the ropes on as neatly as you’d like, and you can’t get the perfect combination of tightness and comfort. But she didn’t care. She liked it tight. I think she might have actually enjoyed a certain amount of discomfort. Pain even.”

“But I know how to really hurt somebody.”

“But I’m also at least twice as strong as you and I know how to instantly kill with my bare hands. You’re fit and strong, but you only weigh about, what, 115 at most? Don’t get any ideas. I’ll do what I have to do.”

Lilly yawned, “Yeah, well, whatever. I’m ready for bed. How’s that gonna work?”

Steve said, “I’m glad you asked. You’ll be locked in your room of course and I’ll cuff your feet together. You’ll be able to get around. Slowly. When you get up in the morning just knock on the door in your usual charming manner.”

They talked a while longer and then Lilly had her feet cuffed together and was locked in her room. She had a very nice, long-delayed wank and slept like never before.

On awakening Lilly stood at her door and simply knocked until Steve arrived. He was dressed in jeans, boots and T-shirt. Lilly’s feet were uncuffed and she remained in her nightgown and bare feet.

They had breakfast and then sat down in the same places as the night before. Lilly occupied herself with painting her toenails bright red. Steve was focused on a laptop. To Lilly it seemed as if they were an old married couple.

Lilly idly said, “So what are we gonna do today?”

Steve said, “Today I will be here all day. I have a lot of planning and working to do, but we can spend some quality time together. You are my guest, however unwilling.”

“Even though I’m apparently going nowhere, I wanna get dressed.”

“I’ll lock you up. When you want out just knock.”

In her room, Lilly looked out of the window behind the couch. She shoved the ratty old curtains aside and found that they were on the third floor of a series of warehouse/office buildings that were very old and small. There were little streets between them, but there wasn’t much activity. Occasionally she would see a truck or a man or a forklift go by. In the distance she could see the city skyline. She had no idea where they really were.

She calculatedly decided to dress girlish and innocent. She fixed her hair, did her makeup and selected a nice dress with a pale green print that would set off her red hair and pale skin. The dress had long sleeves, a slightly low-cut bosom and was tightly-fitted to her upper body. It gradually became a full skirt that fell to just below her knees. Underneath she put on panties and a bra and chose some very thin tan thigh-high stockings that had a dark seam up the back and held themselves up without garters. For shoes she put on some very comfortable flat, black, leather pumps that had a complicated crisscrossing of thin leather laces, tied with a bow, over her toes. Her only accessory was a gold necklace with a small green stone. She found that she was again having that first-date feeling and she marched to the door and knocked. Nothing happened.

She waited a minute and knocked again. Finally she heard the door unlock and there was Steve. He had a phone wedged between his face and shoulder and he recognized his expression as his killer face. He was listening.

He glanced at her with cold dead eyes and made a circling motion with his finger telling her to turn around. She did so and felt him pull her arms behind her. She heard him say into the phone, “No. No way. I’m not as stupid as you are. I thought I made that point perfectly clear.” Then she felt him tie her hands together, crossed at the wrists. When the knot was tied she felt again that now familiar feeling of her mind shifting into a state of dreamy helplessness and her body gave a definite tingle. “Like Pavlov’s dog,” she thought.

She stood expecting more rope and a gag, but Steve simply held her by an upper arm and led her down the hall into yet another room that was obviously his office. She sat in a chair and Steve continued to listen on the phone and paid her no attention at all. He even left the door open.

To Lilly it was a new feeling to have her hands tied, but to be otherwise free. Before she had either been totally bound or not at all. It was exciting. She felt sexy and somehow filled with anticipation. She wandered around the office looking at the pictures on the wall. They were all photos of guys cutting ribbons at construction sites or posing in front of new trucks.

She enjoyed looking at Steve. He was threatening whoever it was on the other end of the phone. He was threatening him or her with instant death and yet he was playing with a pencil, flipping it up and down. He was also smiling.

Lilly tested the rope tying her hands and found that it gave her a tingle each time she did so. At one point she wandered out into the hall and was instantly grabbed and pushed back into the office. Steve shut the door and went back to his chair.

She sat in a chair and crossed her legs, dangling a little shoe off her elevated foot and waited, a little impatiently, for Steve to pay her a little attention. At one point her shoe fell off. She left it alone and noticed that Steve noticed.

Finally Steve said into the phone, “I’m glad you made the right decision. Maybe I’ll let you live.” He hung up the phone and laughed. “I’ve just been talking to your employers. They are quite upset. I told them I had you and they didn’t seem to care. They do want their money back.”

“Why did you tell them you were still alive? That’s crazy!” Lilly leaned forward and her bound hands made every effort to come forward and gesture. She was surprised to feel the rope tighten and her hands merely flap helplessly.

“I’m setting them up. Before I go I’m going to make them dead. That way, you’ll have no reason to go after me and I’ll enjoy doing it immensely. Some people deserve to die.”

Lilly worked her stocking foot back into the shoe she had lost and said, “Be careful. They are major animals that bunch.”

Steve laughed and shook his head, “but they are pretty damn stupid. They get angry and show poor judgment.” Steve looked at his watch and swung his boots up on the desk and sighed like a man who was about to have a very nice week. Then he grabbed a computer keyboard and began hitting keys and looking intently at the monitor.

Lilly sat back in her chair and lifted her legs. Both heels popped out of her shoes and she pouted at Steve, “Hey! Got a minute?”

Steve looked a little surprised, “What? Oh, sure. What is it?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, and I was just sort of idly wondering, but why are my hands tied TIGHTLY behind my back right now?”

“Oh I’m sorry, is the rope too tight? Come over here and I’ll retie it for you.”

“Oh no worries there Steve, you did a fine job Steve and I am so grateful, but you’re missing the point. Why are my hands tied at all?”

“Ah. I didn’t explain. I’m going to be somewhat preoccupied until about lunchtime. To avoid having to be ready for another kick to the head or a knife to the gut from you, we’ll have to keep you a little tied up for a while. But you do have three options:

A.

You could remain locked in your room completely untied.

B. C.

You could stay in here with me and merely have your hands tied.

D. E.

You could choose to sit in the living room with your hands AND feet tied. Although I noticed yesterday that even as tightly tied as you were, that didn’t stop you from being mobile. So Option C might involve being tied TO something. Nothing draconian however. No gag unless you start singing or making irritating verbal tics.

F.

Any of the above options would render you at least relatively harmless and I could concentrate. Choose now or change your mind later. By the way, you look very very nice this morning. I would prefer Option B.”

Lilly did her best to stop from blushing and felt herself fail. She pretended to think for a minute and then said, “I’ll stay here I guess.”

“Great. I won’t be much company though. They’ll be no talking.”

Lilly sighed, “Well in that case I’d prefer to sit in the living room. I don’t want to just sit here like a lump and watch you do whatever you’re doing.”

Steve shrugged, “Your choice.” He got up and led her to the living room. Lilly noticed the coffee table had been rolled away from the couch and was now serving as a large platform for a bunch of boxes full of papers.

She sat on the couch facing the TV, and Steve tied her feet together. He stood as if to make a decision and then merely placed the TV remote next to her feet. “What the hell. Hop around all you want. I’ll bet it looks cute.”

He pointed at her and said, “No messing around. It’s early yet, but do you want a drink?”

“Yes please. Screwdriver.”

A screwdriver with a straw was placed on the end table and Steve then did something rather unexpected. He kissed Lilly full on the lips complete with tongue inside her mouth. She kissed right back. She didn’t even hesitate.”

Steve then stood back, “Now there’s something to think about. Stay out of trouble. Remember, if you misbehave we’ll have a little hogtying and tickling session. I’ll love it. You won’t.” As if to emphasize his point he slipped a finger under her instep and gave a little tickle. Lilly tensed and sucked in air through her teeth. Her feet pulled away and her shoe fell off.

And then he was gone and Lilly was once again all tied up and by herself. She sipped her drink and felt her mind go wandering off. She decided to look at the TV. With her shoeless foot, she tried working the remote and found it a chore. She did get the TV on and the sound muted, but the buttons were too tiny to really surf with her toes. She sighed and kicked her other shoe off. She finagled the remote between her feet and then let herself fall over sideways on the couch, thus bringing her legs, feet and remote up on the couch. She let go of he remote and struggled back up to a sitting position. She found she could maneuver much better without her arms bound to her body and could actually use her hands and arms to some useful extent.

Once sitting up she was able to reach with her bound hands to the remote and hold it in one hand. Then she pushed herself against the arm of the couch closest to her drink and curled her legs and feet so that her heels were against her butt. All this was done carefully so as not to muss her dress too much. She shook her head to get the hair out of her eyes and experimented with how far she could get her tightly tied hands from behind her back so that the hand holding the remote could point it at the TV. Again, without her arms tied at the elbows, she could bring her hands around just enough to point the remote, but it made her lean with all her weight against the couch arm since the supporting arm on that side had to follow the other arm.

She yelled out, “Steve! God damned it, come here!”

Steve sauntered in and said, “Do you WANT to be gagged?”

Lilly tried to look demure and sorry, “I’m sorry. Could you please put that pillow between me and the couch arm? Then I’ll be perfectly happy. Cozy and comfy.” She batted her, pointed her feet and squirmed to emphasize her bound and helpless state. Steve suddenly looked like a very happy predator.

“Sure thing sweetie. There you go. How’s that?”

“That’s so comfy. Sorry to be so much trouble. It’s my own fault I need to be all tied up and stuff. I’m just so lucky to have you to do it for me.”

Steve laughed, “I notice you somehow got the remote off the floor. You are deadly. See you soon.”

He left the room, but glanced back as he did so. Lilly knew then for certain that she could have him if she wanted. But what did she want him for? A quick fuck? She could use one now. Could two professional killers be boyfriend and girlfriend? She watched the TV and tried not to think about the slight moisture between her legs.

She surfed the channels with the sound off as she almost always did and stopped at a soap opera where the heroine was tied and gagged. She was yelling angrily through her gag at her captor. Her captor looked offended. “That’s right, give him hell,” Lilly thought.

After losing interest in the TV, she looked around the room. A clock told her it was about two hours before lunch. At this point her body decided it was time to scratch her nose, get off the couch and maybe look in the refrigerator. Lilly’s body squirmed against the ropes and she laughed. She dropped the TV remote and sat up with her feet flat on the floor and twisted around to try and look at her hands. She could see all of one hand by her side and most of the rope, but the knot was out of sight. It would be possible to cut the rope with scissors or a knife, but it would not be easy. “Nothing’s easy when a person’s tied up,” Lilly observed inwardly.

Leaning forward, Lilly got to her feet and hopped aimlessly around the room, stopping occasionally to look at the books on the shelf. She focused on the shelf that she could reach with her hands to see if anything was interesting. She saw one title that she had read years ago and liked, so she hopped around, grabbed the book, hopped back to the couch and dropped it there. But she wasn’t ready to settle down just yet.

There was a large window by the dining room table so she took a hop over to that and stuck her head between the gap in the curtains. Below were more of the same warehouses and offices she had seen before, but there was a great deal more activity. Men and women were coming and going, driving machinery or walking. Lilly couldn’t help but contrast her own state with theirs. They were freely using their arms and legs while she could hardly use hers at all. At one point a man looked up at her, waved and blew her a kiss. Lilly could only smile. She automatically tried to wave back, but her bound hands could only struggle behind her back.

She decided to go back and finish her drink. Back at the couch she sat and sipped through the straw and let her mind wander, as it seemed to want to do. But she also gave some serious thought to what she might do next.

She decided to read, but she soon tired of struggling with the book. She finally just lay down her side with her head on the pillow and half slept and half thought about Steve. Thoughts of her own life were all mixed in and since she was unused to having her body tied and being forced to wander deeply in her mind, she went to some surprising places; many of them very pleasant. The room began to look very nice to her and the ropes left her alone until she move around and then they seemed to tighten.

After about an hour of this, Lilly felt the urge to be active again. She moved to a sitting position looked down at herself. She knew she looked good and her legs and feet in their thin stockings, bound together with neat white rope gave her an ironic feeling of power. But it was the knowledge that she was utterly helpless that really had the power. It made her unbelievably aroused to think that if somebody came in the room and unbuttoned her dress and exposed her tits and then left her that way, that she would be unable to button her dress again.

At about that time Steve came into the room and began pawing through some of the boxes on the coffee table. He didn’t look at her or say anything.

Lilly said, “Fine thanks, and you?”

“Very well. I’m making rapid progress. I heard you thumping around in here. You must be heavier than you look. Was that fun?”

“I kind of took a lot of effort if you must know. I flirted with a guy out the window. But I’m right back where I started.”

“Well then, that’s just where you need to be.”

Steve found what he wanted, came over to Lilly and kissed her again as before and Lilly kissed back again; her arms and hands struggling to get free and participate, and her bound stocking feet were rubbing against the carpet and making an effort to get free of the rope. They kissed longer than before, but Steve broke it off, smiled and started to go back to his office.

Lilly said, “Steve, why are you doing that? Kissing me I mean?”

Steve said, “Well it could be just because I can. It is because I want to. Any deeper meanings will either be revealed or not.”

Then he was gone again.

Lilly was buzzing with physical desire. Since the feeling of the ropes intensified it, she sat very still for a while. But that only helped a little. It dawned on her that Steve was playing the same game with her as he did with his divorcees. He was arousing her and then making her wait and there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn’t touch herself or him. He was taking it slow and Lilly was sure that if she showed no interest that it would stop. Apparently Steve had no interest in playing that game unless the interest was reciprocated.

What to do.

Lilly sat for a rather pleasant 15 minutes giving it some thought. She thought, “It will be revealed or not, but for it to be revealed you have to be there.” She smiled.

She rose to her feet again and began hopping down the hall to Steve’s office.

She hopped in the door and sat down in an old, but comfy-looking old leather chair.

Steve mumbled, “Hi.”

Lilly said brightly, “Hi back.”

Steve continued to focus on the computer.

Lilly said, “Since I’m in here you could untie my feet.” She extended her lovely bound legs and wriggled her toes.

“Yes I could.”

Steve stood up and went behind Lilly’s chair. He reached over and tickled her ribs. When her mouth opened in protest, he slipped a white cloth between her teeth, wrapped it around and between her lips three times and then wrapped it two more times so it covered her mouth entirely and then knotted it firmly behind her neck.

Then he took a short length of rope from the desk and tied one end to the leg of Lilly’s chair and other end to the rope that tied her feet together.

And almost as an afterthought he added a large amount of rope around her body and arms, cinched between her elbows and body and pulled the whole business snug and knotted it behind her.

“I could, but I won’t. And what’s so great now is that you won’t feel the slightest temptation to hop around or run your pretty mouth. Am I a great guy or what?”

“Oo phum uh uh vish!”

“That’s better.”

Lilly was shocked at being gagged, but she was more shocked to discover that she thought it was very, very funny. She decided to just sit back and relax.

“I’ll be done here in a few minutes and then we can have lunch and you can be untied and we can have drinks.”

Lilly said, “Yay!” Of course the sound was an extremely muffled “ummm.”

They spent the next hour in each other’s company, but Steve was busy and Lilly gently pulsated against the ropes and let her mind go where it would. She had never been so simultaneously relaxed and excited. She occasionally said something to Steve through her gag and Steve just laughed.

Finally, Steve pushed back from the desk, looked at Lilly and exclaimed, “Done! It’s all set up. But don’t ask any questions. I’ll tell you some or none. Haven’t decided yet.”

He ungagged her, untied her feet and said, “You are now free to move about the cabin, unless you need to be tied up again.”

“It was such a pleasure. Forgetting something?”

She waggled her bound hands at him.

“All in good time. Let’s proceed to the kitchen.”

As they passed through the living room, Lilly made a detour and slipped her shoes back on and then followed Steve into the kitchen area. While he made a large pot of spaghetti, sauce and salad, Lilly leaned against the counter and they talked. Occasionally Steve would pop morsels into her mouth and give her sips of his drink. They shared a cigarette.

After the table was set, Steve untied Lilly’s hands and they had a very nice lunch. Steve was actually very funny when he wasn’t focused like a laser on some task.

After lunch they moved to the living room. Lilly wasn’t tied up again and they simply talked. She was hoping to be kissed again, among other things, but she wanted him to make the first move. As it was they talked like new friends warily getting to know each other. Lilly quizzed him a bit more about the divorcees and was riveted by the variations on the game of villain and damsel. She recognized that much of what she had experienced was directly relevant.

The afternoon went by quickly and they were a little drunk. Lilly decided to throw caution to the winds. She had thought of something while she was tied and gagged in the office and now it was time to turn thought into action.

“I still say you couldn’t get the ropes on me if I fought you. I’ll bet you.”

Steve shook his head, “No bets. It wouldn’t be a contest. But if you are determined to fight then I guess I’d have no choice would I?”

Steve moved to the middle of the empty space in front of the couch and placed the pile of ropes on a chair behind him. One length he put in his back pocket. He looked at Lilly and gestured with his hands to “come on.” He said, “No rules.”

Lilly strode opposite him and assumed her fighting pose. She noticed Steve go into a defensive stance. It was the sort of thing you did if you were overmatched and simply wanted to avoid getting hit. Both their faces grew hard. It was serious now.

Lilly attacked with a combination of kicks and blows. She was connecting hard, but Steve was doing a good job of deflecting while slowly backing up. Lilly connected with on small, stocking foot directly to his nose and it began bleeding. She moved in with a flurry of punches with her little fists and as she moved closer, Steve stopped backing up and moved with incredible speed and efficiency.

She hit him twice more in the face and then he had her in his grip. He took her down to the floor and put her in a wrestling hold face down. He straddled her and pulled her arms behind her. Lilly was astounded that her best efforts were totally useless. She felt her arms locked together behind her back and the rope was looped around her wrists and they were tied quickly and tightly.

Steve got off her then to go retrieve the rest of the ropes. Lilly was up immediately and threw a kick at his back. Having her hands tied put her off her form and she actually missed. With the ropes in one hand Steve turned and charged her. With one arm he turned her over his knee and put her back on the floor face down. Lilly felt her legs gathered together. She was kicking hard, but it didn’t matter. Quickly her feet were tied together, crossed at the ankles.

Steve began a running commentary, “Well Hank, that veteran cowboy has got that little heifer where he wants her all right. That’s right Bob, she’s still a-fightin’ but it’s all over. She might uv put him off his record though. I don’t know Hank, he’s getting’ that piggin’ rope on her now, he’s tying the knot and folks, that’s a new record. She ain’t a-goin’ nowheres.”

Lilly’s hands were not only tied behind her back, and her feet tied crossed at the ankles, but Steve had tied her hands and feet together with a short rope so that her feet were positioned pointing at the ceiling. Her knees were forced out by her crossed ankles and she could tell that she wouldn’t even be able to turn on her side. She was out of breath and shocked to feel Steve begin to tie her elbows together. Then Steve stood up and leaned over her face which was turned toward him and said simply, “Told ya.”

Lilly stopped moving except for a slight flexing of her feet and hands and said sadly, “So I guess this is the famous hogtie.” The rope between her hands and feet was just long enough so she could lie flat, but there was no slack otherwise.

“That’s right and you are the cutest little heifer I’ve ever took a squint at.”

Steve smoothed Lilly’s dress back over her butt and walked away.

“Hey! OK! You won! You’re the greatest. You can’t leave me like this.”

Steve laughed and Lilly could hear him fixing himself a drink.

“C’mon, untie me PLEEEEZE?”

Steve settled on the couch where he could look right at her and took a long drink and said, “AHHHH, that’s good. I’d offer you one, but I don’t think you could quite manage.”

Lilly squirmed against the ropes in a determined effort to turn on her side and failed. Steve loved the way her stocking feet pointed and flailed.

“I’ll suck your dick several times if you’ll untie me,” Lilly said sweetly.

“That’s certainly an attractive offer, but I want to admire my work a little bit after all that effort. Aren’t you at all impressed? It’s like performance art and you are the masterpiece.”

“I see exactly what you mean. In fact, I’m getting to sort of like it. Please don’t untie me.”

“I won’t throw you in the briar patch either, but I’m looking at your cute little feet all stuck up in the air and old cowboy Steve is a-thinkin’ maybe they’d like a little ticklin’.” Lilly groaned and squirmed, “God dammit go ahead. Get it out of your system.”

Steve stood up, “Well it’ll have to wait a minute. I think you broke my nose. I’m gonna go set it. Be right back.”

He left the room. Lilly squirmed and waited feeling a hot wave of arousal move through her. The air on her feet was cool and every nerve ending was standing on end and waiting. She wouldn’t even be able to change her position.

Steve came back and sat on the floor, leaning against the couch, where he could reach out and tickle a foot if he wanted to. He had a fresh drink.

He idly brushed the tip of this fingers on the sole of Lilly’s nearest foot and saw her body tense and heard her say, “Oh, God.”

Then he scratched quickly with his fingernails and Lilly actually squealed, laughed and said, “Ohhhh. God.”

Steve then began more of a massage of the foot than a tickle and saw Lilly’s body respond like a cat having her head scratched. Her body was undulating in a frankly sexual manner. Her feet where pointing and actually pushing against his hand. Her eyes were closed and she said, “Ummmm.”

He moved his hand to between her legs and with two fingers found the spot. Lilly instantly forgot that she was tied and several delightful doors opened in her mind. She was squirming and wriggling and actually using the ropes to enhance the feeling. Steve kept at it; slowly, slowly. Lilly was far, far away now and was saying nothing. She was breathing heavy. While still stroking her pussy, Steve began lightly licking the soles of her feet. He was rewarded when Lilly exclaimed, “Oh, Jesus!” Her body was making tremendous efforts to escape the ropes, but it was to ramp the emotions rather than to get away.

Finally Steve felt and saw her body go totally rigid and then it began so actually spasm and thrash and he heard her make a deep, almost animal cry that was approximately, “GAAHHHH!” But that doesn’t begin to describe what she sounded like. It was as if she were possessed.

Then she went limp and her eyes opened. She looked dazed and she was quite sweaty. Her body gently vibrated.

Steve untied the rope that held her feet and hands together and she dropped her feet to the floor and rolled on her side still otherwise tightly bound. She looked up at him and made kissy noises with her mouth at him. He leaned over and they kissed long and deep.

He helped her up so that she was sitting up leaning against the front of the couch and then helped her to a long, cool gulp of his vodka.

He got up and looked at her, grinning.

She looked up at him, still dazed and said, “That was… AWESOME!” Then she started laughing and looking at him with a sweetness and adoration that he had never seen before to such an extent. She started rubbing her bound stocking feet on the carpet and was weakly struggling to get her tied hands loose. Not seriously, but just to feel the ropes Steve noted.

She watched him as he lit a cigarette. He sat on the couch above her and helped her smoke it. He was waiting for her to ask him to untie her. That would tell him a lot.

Steve got up and walked to the window and peered between the curtains. Presently he heard a familiar thumping noise and found Lilly snuggling up to him with her face turned up for a kiss. Steve obliged and then picked her up over his shoulder and took her to the couch. He laid her down and untied her. Lilly sat up and said, “Boy am I hungry.”

They ate without referring to what had happened, and retired to the living room where they resumed their seats and had a good long look at each other.

Lilly finally said, “So that’s how you like your victims best? Tied like a hogtied heifer in front of a fantasy rodeo crowd?”

“Not really. Hogtied doesn’t really look all that nice. It’s fun because you really can’t move, but for looks, I like the happy victim a little more simply tied. Sometimes just the hands. It’s all good though. Ha, ha, you liked it. I made you happy against your will.”

“Did it make you happy, you utter bastard?”

“Very much.”

“It was a shock that I couldn’t stop you. I barely slowed you down. But the end game was like an intense hallucination. It was like an orgasm cluster.”

“You’re a good fighter. If we were the same size and strength, you’d kick my sorry ass. You did after all break my nose.”

Lilly looked at him and his already sharp, humped beak was red and swollen. “You deserved it. Does it hurt I hope?”

“Yeah, but I don’t care. I’ve been shot, stabbed, beaten with a big stick. I’m brutally insensitive. But I like you if you haven’t notices.”

“Today sort of changes things doesn’t it?” Lilly mock pouted, “Does that mean I won’t be all tied up anymore?”

“Far from it. One thing that hasn’t changed is that you are still my prisoner. You might like me. I might like you, but being who we are, you might still sadly and regretfully decide to carry out you evil little mission. Even aside from that, if you were out running loose you would be the one loose end that could derail my disappearance and retirement to a life of lavish idleness. I’m leaving nothing to chance. You might be gaming me even. I wouldn’t trust me and you’re just like me.”

“I liked it from the first day you know.”

“I sort of thought maybe you did, but appearances can be deceiving. As cute as you are, you are a predator.”

Lilly bit her lip and looked extremely nervous and then blurted out, “What if I wanted to come with you?”

Steve didn’t look surprised, but he cocked his head like an inquisitive dog and said, “I’d like that. We’ll discuss it not today or tomorrow, but the next day. We’ll discuss it seriously. We’ll make it happen I think. But there’s something I have to tell you now.”

“Uh oh.”

Steve looked as if he were having an extremely difficult time keeping from laughing. “OK now, don’t get mad. Hear me out.”

“Will you please spit it out?”

“OK, OK, here’s the deal. I sold you to your employers. They’re paying me a LOT of money to deliver you to them tomorrow.”

Lilly’s face suddenly looked like something from “The Exorcist.”

“You better explain that really, really quickly.”

“Why? What are you gonna do about it?” Lilly didn’t say anything. She just glared at him and if looks could kill, Steve would have been instantly vaporized and his every atom would have been scattered to distant corners of the universe.

Steve smiled a very evil smile, “Our first little spat. How cute. You promised you wouldn’t get mad, but you did. I am so offended.”

One of Lilly’s stocking feet was twitching like the tail of an angry cat. Waves of fury rolled off her and filled the room.

Steve found he liked her ever more than he could have imagined. “The plan is to take their money, keep you and kill them. We’ll have to use you as bait, but those greedy bastards think they’re the ones who have set me up. I can’t believe they’re still alive considering how stupid and impulsive they are.

“In any case, what’s going to happen is I have to take off tomorrow morning and meet them in a public place. I’m going to show them a video of you all tied up and gagged and very uncomfortable. Then we’re going to come here and I’m going to kill them very, very dead. You’ll get to watch! Then we’ll have lunch and maybe play rodeo again.”

Lilly calmed down a bit and gave that some thought. “I really hope you know what you’re doing.” She laughed, “If you do then I’m up for it. I don’t guess I could kill at least one of them? I’ll probably be all tied up huh?”

Steve looked relieved, “We’ll see. There’ll be three of them. They won’t try to kill me until we get up here and see you, but then it will happen very fast. Oh, and we’ll have to make the video tonight. We’ll need you dirty, your clothes torn, lots of rope etc. You’ll have to act angry. I don’t see a problem there.”

“I could help you. They’ll be looking at you because they don’t trust you. I could be lying on the floor trussed like a chicken, but I could have a gun behind me. I could roll over and start shooting. I wouldn’t really be able to aim, but they’ll look away from you, hopefully with SOME gaping, bloody holes in them and you can finish them off.”

Steve looked delighted, “Hoooo, I like that. It’s even funny. You, tied up with a gun. Them, shot by the bait.”

Lilly frowned, “Let’s find another word besides ‘bait’.”

Steve laughed, “How about ‘talented star of an epic kidnap video.’”

“You mentioned something about, ‘very uncomfortable.’”

“It will only LOOK that way. You’ll probably like it. But we do need to have you looking a bit roughed up. You could break out the makeup and give yourself a black eye or two and may some blood coming out of your nose. It might be a nice touch if you had some clothes you didn’t mind having ripped up a bit. I’d like to do that. You get the picture. As director of the film, I say that’s your motivation. You should look really, really pissed off too. That should be a natural. You won’t have to act!”

“I think you’ve missed your calling Stevie baby. I’ll put on that dress and stuff I had on when I was so brutally snatched the first night.”

Lilly emerged a bit later wearing an extremely rumpled black dress, soiled stockings complete with runs and a perfectly disastrous hair and makeup job. She hadn’t bothered with shoes.

Steve said, “You look perfectly hideous. Fit to be tied for sure.”

Steve gestured to a small wooden chair and said, “Have a seat.”

Lilly had a seat and Steve puller her arms behind the back of the chair where he lashed her wrists together, her hands palm to palm, and then with an unreasonably large amount of rope wrapped turn after tight turn around her body, arms and the back of the chair at the level of her bosom and above her elbows. Lilly felt it all pulled snug, cinched between her elbows and body and when the knot was tied, she squirmed involuntarily; not out of discomfort, but because now, for Lilly, to be tied by Steve was to be instantly aroused. She marveled again at the instant changes her mind and emotions shifted into when she felt the knots tied. And this was the tightest she had felt it yet. She was one with the chair. She slid her stocking feet back and forth across the carpet.

As Steve appeared in front of her with more rope in his hand, she said in her best breathless baby talk, “You don’t have to tie me up mister. I’ll stay right in this chair and not move at all.”

Steve said, “Heh, heh, you are such a liar. It’ll be fun! Think of it as a game! I’ll tie you up and we’ll do a video!”

Lilly didn’t respond. She contented herself with watching Steve and feeling herself progressively and expertly bound. It amazed her how fast he was.

Lilly exhaled sharply when Steve shoved her dress to the top of her thighs and began tying her legs together above the knees. The he bent to her feet and Lilly felt them tightly bound together at the ankles. Steve finished by leashing her feet to a lower rung of the chair. He only left about an inch of slack.

He stepped back to survey his work and to his immense gratification, Lilly struggled mightily. She could barely move. All that happened was her head shook and the chair creaked. She could slide her butt around a little. She stopped struggling and stuck her tongue out at him.

“Very, very nice. Is there anything you’d like to say before we stop that tongue from wriggling?”

“Just that there better be some proper attention paid to me pretty damn soon.”

Steve put on his devil expression, “What a charming euphemism.”

Lilly watched him rummage around in the kitchen and then back he came with a large roll of white medical tape.

“Something severe-looking for our little production. Purse your lips like this.”

Lilly pursed her lips “like that” and Steve began wrapping the tape around her mouth and neck. When he was finished there was a huge, smooth gag covering the entire lower half of her face. Lilly tested it, “Ooo eeph uv hiph mu-uh-uk-uh.”

That’s what we like to hear. Always the classy lady. Now for some realistic ravaging action.

Steve stepped forward, grabbed Lilly’s dress at her bosom and effortlessly ripped it open. It was held in place by the ropes, but Steve moved it apart and off her shoulders so that her tits would have been exposed but for the bra. When he did this, for the first time in Lilly’s life she thought she might swoon from the sheer intensity of feelings this precipitated. Next Steve took her skirt in hand and ripped that apart so that Lilly’s legs were completely open to view.

He stepped back with a critical frown on his face, “Well, I say that’s just one brutalized captive right there. So tell me. Should we do the video first or the “proper attention?”

Lilly tried to lunge forward against the ropes and ended by bouncing up and down in the chair and yelling behind her gag, “ophu aphemshum, ophu aphemshum!!”

“Well that’s too bad. You see, it’s a virtue to do the work that needs to be done before we indulge ourselves. As a disciplined killer, I would think you would know that without me even having to say it.”

Steve shook his head in mock exasperation as he then left the room, leaving Lilly emitting extremely muffled sounds that might have been laughter. The chair creaked as she kept forgetting she was tied up and tried to turn around to see where Steve had gone.

Steve came back to find her trying to see how she was tied and flexing her legs and feet against the ropes; pointing her toes and lifting her legs. Steve had never seen a more beautiful sight. Lilly was giving the chair a workout and the way it was creaking Steve wondered if it was stout enough.

He filmed her for several minutes and she did her best to look coldly murderous and defiant.

Then Steve finished and wandered back into his office without comment.

Lilly yelled, “Eh. Err uh hu oo goo-em?”

Back he came presently and grabbed the back of Lilly’s chair and pulled it into the sitting area in front of the couch. He then sat on the couch facing her and said, “Now we have a little chat.”

Steve told Lilly what was going to happen the next day and when. He then told her that he not only liked her, but he probably loved her. Then he said, “What I’d like to ask you is when I leave day after tomorrow and become a new person, I’d like you to come with me. You don’t have to answer now, but give it some thought.”

Lilly smiled under the gag and said, “I iww.” She began bucking and rocking against the ropes and the chair gave a distinct crack as somewhere it broke.

Steve smiled and got up and removed her gag and untied her. What followed can only be described as a bacchanalian eruption.

The next day things went as planned. Lilly was tied and gagged on the floor as her smirking employers were led in. She rolled over, and looking over her shoulder, began spraying an entire clip of 9mm slugs at the goons. Steve gleefully joined in and that was that except for a little heavy housework.

The rest of the day was spent in the usual unusual fashion.

The day of leaving found Steve making some last phone calls, shredding some papers, hammering come computer hard-drives into piles of rubble and other little chores of that nature.

Lilly was dressed for travel in a flowing sort of peasant-like dress with thin white ankle socks and flat black leather shoes. She looked very girlish with a black plastic hair band. While Steve went about his business, Lilly did the only thing she could do. She sat quietly on the couch with her hands tied behind her back, her feet tied together, her shoes off and her mouth making regular trips to a drinking straw that was inserted into a tall cold glass of bosun’s grog.

When Steve would wander by, they would exchange pleasantries and Steve would occasionally pay some “proper” attention to his captive. Every now and then Lilly would hop to where Steve was beavering away on his errands. He would kiss her, threaten to gag and hogtie her, and she would hop away giggling.

After Steve was done, he did gag her and added a few ropes here and there and gave her a long delayed sexual release. He also took the gag out just long enough for her to gobble him up.

After a decent interval, he then he took off the ropes and the gag except for leaving her hands tied, and they sat and had a chat.

“So where will we be going Steve?”

“We will be living in Italy. My name will be Giacomo di Spinola. You will get to pick your name. Our home will be a nice not-so-little villa near Turin. We can go anywhere though. I’ve been planning this for years.”

“That sounds very nice. I’ve been there before and with you it will probably just a bit more… um… interesting. Why are my hands still tied?”

Lilly waved her bound hands at Steve from where they were firmly tied behind her.

“Well, given who you are it occurred to me that you are perfectly capable of changing your mind and wandering off. Therefore you will remain officially kidnapped until we arrive at our destination. Like it or not, you’re going on a nice, long trip.”

“Ah. I suppose you have your own plane and you are the pilot? And I suppose I will be bound and gagged in the cargo area.”

“You have an acute perception.”

“You’re pretty cute yourself.”

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