the abduction. (closed)

[oh21]

This is a closed SRP between Rhys, Oh21, and 1stTwistedSistr.


It has been a grueling week at work storms and other inclement weather had caused service outages all week swamping the support phone lines. By Friday we had cleared over a thousand instances and I was exhausted. On the long drive home I could think of nothing more than making myself a hot cup of raspberry tea and settling down for a long nap. It was a miracle I actually managed to drive home, I was very tried.

Arriving at the house something seemed eerily out of order but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It was just my tired mind playing tricks on me I thought as I shook off the strange feeling and headed for the side door. As I was fumbling around for my key I noticed the door was sitting slightly ajar, I cursed myself for not taking the time to ensure I’d locked it this morning and walked on into the kitchen, but something wasn’t right.

Babe, my cat and arguably the only pussy who ever really loved me, was no where to be found. She generally comes running for the door the moment she hears my car. Slowly I crept toward the living room calling for her “Babe….! Come here Babe! Babe I’m home….” I continued poking around the living room my eyes fixated on the floor where her favorite kitty cat bed was located, but she didn’t come. Thinking she might be hiding in my bed I turned to enter the bedroom but just as I did something caught the corner of my eye, it startled me. Quickly I jumped and spun around, it was a person….someone was sitting on my sofa! Frightened and alarmed I screamed “Who the fuck are you!”

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

"Who the fuck are you?"

As he screamed these words at me I reached over and turned the lamp on illuminating the room with a soft glow. I also lifted the weapon I had at my side at the same time, pointing it straight at his chest.

"Hello Jase, I'm so sorry about your cat but you see I'm allergic to them and had to shut him into your room. My name is Cherrie and I need your help. With or without your consent. The choice is yours."

Waving the gun at him I motioned for him to sit in the chair I had set by the coffee table. "I'm going to tie you up as much for your own safety as my own, you see I've never done this before and I'm a bit nervous and when I get nervous, my trigger finger has a tendency to pull the trigger and we wouldn't want you to get shot now would we?"

As I talked I was using every rope knot I had ever learned in my stint as a Domme a few years back. Finally satisfied that he wasn't going anywhere, I stepped in front of him and placed the gun on the table, sitting down next to it I began to tell him exactly why I needed his help and what would be expected of him.

 

[oh21]

Jason saw her lips moving but he didn’t catch what she was saying. His eyes fixated on the gun that had been placed on the table; even though it was no longer pointed directly at his chest its long, cold black barrel seemed to stare him in the face. He wondered why she had brought it; she seemed dangerous enough without it as she sat there on his table looking very much the part of a stunning dominatrix. He could see the sexy curves of her body outlined beneath the tight leather outfit that she wore…very much in shape she looked like she could take any man she wanted, no gun required. Then as he glanced down at her legs…his face flushed red…and he felt a slight twinge of embarrassment – he could see a bit of his reflection in the polished leather of her boots. It was pathetic… his hands, legs, and arms were completely bound by her he sat there in a daze looking down at her boots, afraid to look up.

He snapped back out of his embarrassed daze when he heard the tone of her voice sharpen as she said: “So are you gonna help me or not?”

“Huh? Help you do what ?,” he said in a questioning tone, doubting that he had much choice in the matter.

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

Standing up to release some of the tightly coiled energy that was surging through my leather clad body, I almost knocked the table over. Instead I paced like a caged lion... an angry caged lion.

I must look like some kind of a thug dressed all in leather the way I was. It did show off my 5' 3" frame to perfection I had to admit. But damn it was hot! As I was pacing, I started peeling off clothes. First came my leather biker jacket, I tossed it on the end of the couch. Under that I had on a tiny tank top that showed my 40DD's like it was a second skin. I didn't even think about what kind of affect it would have on Jase. I was too wrapped up in my own problem of the moment.

Next came my stilletto heeled boots, knocking a good 5 inches off my height. Still I paced...

"God! You men! Do any of you ever pay attention to what was said to you? Jeezus! I asked you if you were going to help me with my friends birthday! Did you hear anything I said?"

What the hell was I going to do now? I had to have Jace's cooperation. Rhys was set on having him. I had to deliver!

Rhys never asked for much, so when I asked him what he wanted for his birthday and he'd pointed to Jase, who at the moment happened to be crossing the street in front of the outdoor cafe we were sitting in, I knew he wasn't kidding.

I also knew that I'd go to any lengths to get him what he wanted. Obviously, I mean, look where I was at and what I was doing! I must be out of my mind!

 

[oh21]

Her rough and tough demeanor seemed to diminish slightly as she peeled off some of the leather. She was actually cute and Jason found himself staring at her, especially as she tossed her long mane of hair over her shoulder. Suddenly she didn't look quite as menacing.

Jason wondered if this might afford him a chance to mouth off… he didn’t know but he was coming out of the daze and starting to get feisty...

“So let me get this straight,” he snapped. “You want me to help you tease this guy…after you drug him…and this is his fucking birthday present? Gee why the hell didn’t you just ask? Oh wait, I get it… this is the subtle, 'If you don’t do it I’ll shoot you approach. That one always works, huh? When put that way… OF COURSE I’ll HELP, What the hell did you expect me to say? No… strange lady with a gun who’s tied me to this chair and is sitting there with a 9 mm berretta yelling at me… I won’t help you at all? Yeah right… what do you take me for a rambling idiot? “