Abducted by Arrangement
Part 4 – The Basement
She guided him through the doors with her leather gloved hand over his eyes, her other hand clutching the chain between his handcuffs. Their steps were short, his ankle cuffs allowing only half steps. The tight leather ball gag allowed no sound to leave his lips. The doors swished behind him and clicked.
“Remember, this is a restricted area. That gag should keep you quiet, but be careful not to bump into a door or Victoria, the Chief Bondage Director, will have you whipped and put in an isolation cell, ok?” Isabella whispered into his ear. He nodded. Her soft leather hand caressed his face as she removed it from over his eyes.
He had only been blinded for maybe two minutes but the strong fluorescent light burned his eyes for a few seconds as they adjusted. The corridor was similar to upstairs, long, narrow with many doors leading off it. The main difference was a thick carpet under their feet, for noise absorption he wondered, the walls brilliant white. She guided him forwards, one hand still securing his handcuffs, until they reached the first door. The door was plain, painted white, with a glazed panel at eye level, a large lock and a piece of white card secured on plastic runners. The card read:
Geraldine Tarrant
Age 23
Language : English
No medical requirements
No special dietary needs
Release date : Saturday 14th October
Sister of target 3677
He looked through the glazed panel. The room was square, maybe 10 feet by 10 feet. The walls were painted white, the floor black carpet. A single bulb hung from the centre of the white ceiling illuminating the windowless cell. The girl, Geraldine, was tied to a chair in front of a tv. She was wearing black high heeled ankle strap shoes, glossy black tights, a tight black knee length skirt, black satin blouse and tight black leather gloves. Her shoulder length blonde hair was tied in a ponytail. The ropes looked tight and uncompromising, around her feet and heels, ankles, below the knee, above the knee, wrists, elbows, around her body : all were attached to the sturdy chair. He thought what a caring touch to give her a padded seat. A leather collar was around her neck. Her gag was a wide strip of black bondage tape, wound around her head several times, covering the lower part of her face from under her nose to below her chin. She didn’t try to move as he watched, all the while her eyes on the screen, “Pearl Harbour” was on, Ben Affleck no doubt lightening her predicament. Beside her was a wrought iron bed with black satin sheets. Attached to the four corner posts were lengths of chain and leather cuffs, a wide black leather belt lay on top of the sheets in the middle, chains attached to ‘D’ rings on the belt disappeared under the bed. A chain attached to the top of the bed lay waiting to be clipped to her collar. Various lengths of white rope also lay on the bed, a few pairs of tights and stockings. A simple white dresser unit sat next to the bed with four drawers, all with white sticky labels on them with writing in black marker pen : ROPE, HAND/ANKLE CUFFS, TAPE, HOSIERY. On top of the dresser lay a small box of ear plugs, a jug of water with a glass and what looked like a baby monitor. This is where Geraldine would spend the next couple of days, securely bound and gagged at all times, strapped to a bed at night, no doubt blindfolded and with ear plugs inserted, tied to a chair during the day to watch movies. She had no idea where she was or why or who had abducted and incarcerated her in this cell. Strangely, he felt excited.
Isabella pulled him away from the door.
“The glazed panels are one way glass, on the inside they are always black,” she spoke softly. “Our captives are bound and gagged 24/7, but we do feed them well, allow them to watch films or listen to music. They have fresh clothes every day, a shower in the morning and at night. And we are not animals Robert, we know they must be scared. We talk to them and assure them they are safe. When they see we are women too they relax a little. Some even like our clothing and ask to try on some of our fetish wear. And as you know, some of our prisoners sign up to work with us after their release. As soon as they arrive, we tell them the time and date of their release and the large cheque they will receive if they behave. We allow them to walk around our small basement garden where they can get fresh air and see the sun. It is very private, no one can see into it, only this building. Let’s keep moving. Is the gag ok?”
He nodded as she took his elbows and walked slowly forward. He looked down at her tightly sheathed leather hand around his arm, her tight black leather dress around her small waist, the mid thigh length skirt, shiny, sheer black legs and tight black leather knee high boots with a 6” stiletto heel. He walked slowly forward, chained and gagged by this beautiful, professional Kidnapper. It was like a dream. The card on the next door read :
Yvette Grinaud
Age 27
Language : French
No medical requirements
vegetarian
Release date : Sunday 15th October
Girlfriend of target 3540
The room was identical to the last, except something was happening in here. The prisoner, a long haired brunette, was standing in the middle of the room. She was wearing knee length tan leather high heeled boots, shiny tan tights, a brown suede mini-skirt, tan lycra polo neck top with long sleeves and 6-8 inch brown leather gloves. Ankle cuffs were attached to her legs, her wrists cuffed behind her, a black leather gag around her head, black leather blindfold tightly buckled behind her head, her soft hair caught beneath the harsh leather of her gag and blindfold. As she stood like a statue, a tall, slim black haired woman was preparing ropes, attaching them to the chair in the middle of the room.
She was all in black pvc : high heeled shoes, sheer black silk seamed hose, knee length skirt, bolero style jacket, short leather gloves. She produced more ropes from the drawer and laid them on the bed, then some tights and tape. She then gently guided the prisoner to sit on the chair, her suede mini skirt riding up to reveal stocking tops and white suspender straps. Her ankle and wrist cuffs were attached to the chair with more handcuffs, then the Kidnapper began to bind her ankles together and to the chair. Next was her feet and heels, then her knees. It was completed quickly and systematically, every knot as tight as it could be, every length of rope biting into her flesh. Satisfied her legs were bound securely, she released the ankle cuffs. The same happened with her wrists, elbows, body and waist, all bound tightly to the chair. Again when this was complete the wrist cuffs were removed and placed in the appropriate drawer. The prisoner did not attempt to resist, it was useless. The blindfold was unbuckled and removed, followed by the gag, which had a large ball gag attached to it, filling the prisoners’ mouth. The Kidnapper began to speak to her prisoner as she poured some water into a glass and held it to her lips, at which she smiled and replied. She drank most of the glass, then the two had a short conversation for two or three minutes. The Kidnapper then took a hairbrush from the dresser and began to lovingly brush the French girls’ long brunette hair back into place after the rigours of the gag and blindfold, all the while with a black leather gloved hand over her mouth. She put the brush down then picked up a pair of black opaque tights, rolled them into a ball and held them in front of Yvette’s mouth : she opened without hesitation and they were gently pushed in. Then some strips of black duct tape were placed over her mouth and lower face, followed by several layers of black elastic bandage, carefully wound around the now restored hair. The Kidnapper spoke, to which the bound girl nodded, then the Kidnapper went over to the tv, pushed a few buttons until the screen flickered into life, then walked towards the door.
Isabella pulled away from the door quickly as the lock turned and the door opened. The Kidnapper pulled the door behind her and locked it with a key hanging from a wide pvc belt around her waist. She looked through the glazed panel and smiled. She then turned to Isabella,
“She’s such a sweet girl. Did you see her hair? Fantastique! I hate to gag her like that, straps and bandages around her head, but rules are rules. Who’s this?” she asked as she looked Robert up and down. She was early twenties, over 6 feet high in her heels, very attractive with deep blue eyes and black hair in a shoulder length bob with fringe. The accent was a mix of English and French. The pvc skirt and jacket danced in the strong light of the corridor.
“Chantalle,
this is Robert, our new client. I’m giving him a tour of HQ”
”Very pleased to meet you Robert”, Chantalle giggled sexily,”usually our clients
kiss our gloved hands when we are introduced but with that big leather gag in
your mouth I see this is not possible”,
She touched the strap of his gag with her leather gloved hand.
“And I suppose we cannot shake hands because this cruel Kidnapper Isabella has cuffed them behind you? Correct?”
He nodded.
“I would have cuffed and gagged you even tighter” she laughed, “did you watch as I bound Yvette?”
Again he nodded.
“Do you think you could escape from my bondage or cry for help through my gag?”
He shook his head.
“Good boy. Hopefully one day I will get the chance to tie you up. Do you like my stockings, they are new, from Paris, Yves St Laurent”.
She twirled around as he gazed at her long legs encased in the smooth nearly black silk, with fully fashioned heels and seams.
He nodded enthusiastically. Both Kidnappers laughed quietly.
“We have just returned from Yvette’s exercise hour, now she will watch ‘Gone With The Wind’ then it will be nap time. Next I must release Geraldine and let her have some air. I will see you soon Robert, bye Isabella”.
She turned and walked towards the first room, opened it and entered.
The other four rooms on the left hand side of the corridor were all identical : in total, five of the six cells contained young ladies dressed in heels, glossy hose, skirts, tops and gloves, all tightly bound and gagged with ropes, chains, cuffs, hosiery and tape. In one cell two kidnappers were talking to a prisoner with only her hands cuffed in front of her. One of the Kidnappers was reading a document from a clipboard, the other held a pen in her navy leather gloved hand. Isabella explained this was her release form, which included a confidentiality clause. If she agreed to the contents, she would be given a cheque for £10,000. Blindfolded and still cuffed, she would be taken to the underground car park, put in a car and taken to her home and released. She would never know where HQ was.
At the end of the corridor was a large metal clad door with a combination of locks and bolts. Isabella undid a prison style viewing panel and looked out, then closed it.
“This is the exercise yard, there’s no one using it just now”
She undid the bolts and opened the locks, then pulled the heavy door open as sunlight streamed in. She helped him down a step, the ankle cuffs now beginning to hurt a little. She closed the door behind them, the locks clicking into place. They found themselves in a small basement garden, maybe 25 feet by 25 feet. The ground was paved with slabs, small plants here and there. The walls were red brick, maybe 50 feet to the top. He could see no windows overlooking the area. The bright sky gave no indication of the time, around 12.30 he guessed. In London at this time of year it started to get dark around 3pm. Above he could hear pigeons and starlings.
“This is completely private. The top is our roof, and as this building stands alone, no one has access except employees. We allow the prisoners maybe an hour a couple of times a day here. They can either walk in a circle to keep their legs working or sit on the bench.”
She gestured to two wooden benches back to back in the middle of the area. They both sat down on the one facing them. Isabella bent down and produced a chain from below the bench and attached it with a clip to his ankle cuffs, and did the same with a chain from behind attached to his wrist cuffs.
“There are also a couple of chains we can attach to your collar and belt if you were wearing one” she smiled. She crossed her long smooth legs, one leather knee length boot resting on his leg. One shoulder length gloved hand rested on his thigh.
“I can’t ungag you yet Robert, sorry, but are you having fun?”
He nodded and looked deep into her eyes, they were kind and loving.
“You liked Chantalle didn’t you, her long legs? And when her gloved hand touched your face you almost jumped. I giggled at that”.
He laughed too behind the gag, a kind of gurgling sound coming from his mouth.
“Ok, we must go, a few things to see before lunch.”
She unclipped the chains from the bench and helped him to his feet, then helped him towards the metal door. She turned the keys, the locks clicked and they were inside, the door locked behind them. They shuffled towards the first door on the other side of the corridor. The door had no glazed panel or identification card.
“This is a store” she whispered. She unlocked the door, switched on the light and helped him in, then closed the door.
“Even though all our prisoners are blindfolded in the corridor, we keep all doors closed, to prevent any draughts help them get an idea of the size of the place. This is the glove store.”
He looked around in amazement. The smell of leather overwhelmed him. He could see where last year’s £77,000 glove budget went. The store was not large, maybe fifteen feet by fifteen feet, but every wall was racked out from floor to ceiling.
“To your left is the leather section, that is by far the most popular with our clients. The first rack is black wrist length in different sizes, the second is black 6-8 inch, then black 12-16 inch, and finally shoulder length, like mine. We have up to ten pairs in every size in every length in black, more in the smaller sizes. Next we have red leather, then navy leather, tan, brown, white and a few less popular ones like pink and grey. Next section is satin, again in different colour sections and different lengths, then nylon, then rubber, spandex and silk. Of course, this is just stock, every Kidnap Castle is fully stocked with hundreds of pairs of gloves. All our leather gloves are made of the softest English leather, unlined obviously. My favourite are these shoulder length ones I’m wearing, but when I’m in town I’ll wear maybe a pair of 8 or 12 inch black leather gloves. I’m amazed more ladies don’t wear them, don’t they know the effect it has on a lot of men?”
She smoothed the leather over her hands and tightened them, pulling the leather down and pressing in between her fingers. His erection grew.
“Ok Robert, next is the hosiery store. Would you like to see that?”
She laughed as he nodded very quickly.
“I didn’t need to ask, after seeing your reaction to Chantalle’s legs! Did you see Sasha’s legs, they’re incredible. She used to be an ice skater”.
They left the glove store and walked slowly to the hosiery store. Once in and the door closed, he looked around. It was the same size and layout as the glove store.
“Very similar Robert. On this side we have tights, this side stockings. Some clients prefer tights, others stockings and hold ups. I think it depends on the length of skirt, it’s not very classy to have your suspenders on parade, but some clients like it. We start with opaque tights in black then other colours, then sheer and shiny in black to tan. All our hosiery is glossy, clients always prefer that to matt. As you can see we wear all the major brands : Wolford, Falke, Pretty Polly, Dim, Aristoc, Charnos. My favourite is Wolford. Their Neon Glanz is to die for. I have a friend who refuses to wear anything else, she wears them in all different colours, really shiny. Men love them. Ok, just about lunchtime. Next door is a general store for bondage equipment and shoes, boots and clothes, then it’s Chantalle and Kiras’ office. They’re the cell guards. Nothing too interesting though. Would you like to go upstairs now and get that nasty gag off? she smiled.
He nodded.
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