Kidnapped 2

Scarlet Daniels, Crimson to her friends was in trouble. A long life of crime had caught up with her, so to speak. She had started small pick pocketing a little insurance fraud, it was easy a flash of leg a smile and people didn’t check that the paperwork was legitimate. She had stolen cars, well one sort of car a friend had showed her how to bypass the lock on that particular model. She had moved up to theft and it was easier to steal things when people were not about. Then one time a maid had bumped into her. Crimson found the maid so easy to deal with, it was so satisfying to tie her up and gag her tightly with strips of her own uniform. Crimson had turned to kidnapping until she found her angel, a girl that liked being tied up perhaps even more than she like to tie a woman up. She had started it of as the biggest score of her life, it had turned into the love of her life.

It had lasted four months. Then the police turned up crimson was pretty shore it was all of them, well maybe every cop in the state. They had literally been tripping over themselves to batter down her door and arrest her. She had stared dumb struck at the number of law enforcement officers on her door. There had been some guys from homeland security treating her like a terrorist. The national guard had parked an armoured car on her neighbours flower bed. There were men in suits with dark glasses and ominous initials FBI, CIA, CBP, ICE, USCIS, USSS. There was a team from the USCG, crimson later found out that, that was the coast guard, she was two hundred miles from the bloody coast. She was led out hands cuffed behind her back elbows cuffed ankles shackled and a muzzle like Hannibal lectors jammed in her jaw. A member of one of the swat teams tripped over and landed on one of the attack dogs. The dog went for the swat officer, a dozen police officers were trying to get the dog of the officer. Crimson was laughing her head off as they shoved her into the back of a police car.

The officers had found more trouble dealing with Angel than Crimson. As soon as they had freed the “kidnap” victim from her incredibly tight bondage, the first thing she did was go for the people that were trying to come between her and her mistress. In the last four months Crimson had taught Angel everything she knew about fighting, from martial arts to dirty fighting. The police captain had dropped to the floor after angel had kneed him in the balls. She snatched up a coffee cup and hurled the contents in the face of a plain clothes detective. A lucky round house kick flawed a rooky. One particularly dense patrol officer let off a canister of extra strength pepper spray into a room full of officers just as Angel dived between his legs and past him. Finally a dozen female officers dog piled Angel and cuffed her. As she was outside looking at her mistress being taken away she went berserk again. She bit on of the k9 handlers. It took a dozen police officers to pry her off the senior FBI agent who she managed to get in a choke lock with her long legs.

Antony Huntington Smith , Angels father was not very amused to say the least. It was bad that his daughter had fallen in love, worse that it was a criminal, distressing that it was a woman but unforgivable that she was of such common birth. Criminals he didn’t mind most of his friends were criminals, except there crimes were so large they affected the economies of entire countries. Women well he did have some reservations but it was the twenty first century as long as the woman was rich , that is his definition of rich, a definition most people couldn’t imagine. But also pretty and they adopted a suitable child to carry on the family name. He didn’t really care if his daughter went that way, as long as she went in an appropriate style. But poor was another thing, that he had to deal with. 

Knowing the right people had its perks, Antony made sure that none of the debacle of his daughters liberation came to the attention of the press. The authorities had surprisingly found little to convict Crimson with, it looked like she may get off Scott free. Then Anthony was sure his daughter would hook up with her again. Anthony had spoken to his daughter threatened to cut her off, she had told him to go ahead. Yes that was a terribly irrational condition his daughter had come down with , love. But he had connections and money he had a panel of leading doctors declare crimson as mad as a hatter. He had her declared legally insane unfit no hint of scandal she was bundled up in a straight jacket and taken away form his daughter.

Crimson was held in a old police cell, she wore an orange prison jumpsuit. She wore shackles on her ankles with a short chain joining them. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back joined to a tight waist chain. A large red ball gag 2 ¾ inches in diameter was jammed into her mouth. The cell doors opened there were two police officers two nursed and a doctor. The doctor walked up to her he had a stamp in one hand and a red ink pad. The doctor inked the stamp thoroughly, he slammed the stamp against her forehead leaving a word imprinted in large letters on Crimsons forehead INSAINE. 

The doctor stepped away the police and nurses were all over Crimson. Her hands were freed for a moment then the prison jumpsuit was around her ankles. A straight jacket was brought out it was a small Posey, soon her torso was wrapped in tight canvas. Her ankle shackles were removed and replaced by tight padded leather cuffs, at ankle thigh and below the knee. The ball was pried from her lips, before she could demand a lawyer, a pump gag was stuffed in as a replacement.  

Crimson knew she was in trouble, the people that had her only wanted to do one thing, cause her pain. Over the coarse of a week she was given a crash coarse in pain. Crimson woke up her body was on fire. Her ankles were strapped into a pair of stirrups her big toes tied with cord to the contraption so her feet remained in place. She had been caned across her bare feet until they were crisscrossed in red. A collar best described as a garrotte, held her head back to the table. There were red angry ligature marks around her throat where the noose held her neck. Her arms were inside a tight posy straight jacket her hands had been wrapped in wet rawhide strips she couldn’t even feel them. Her hair had been shaved off her long red hair, to think about it made her cry. They had given her electro convulsion shock therapy. Her temples had angry marks on them and the corners of her mind were foggy.

A ring gag was wedged between her lips, a funnel on a bung was wedged into the ring gag. Crimson had been forced to swallow a burning cocktail of barely edible material, her tong mouth and throat burned. Her crotch was exposed a number of cotton buds soaked in something that burned had been forced into her , her pussy was packed with cotton wool soaked in the same material. Her bottom and legs had not escaped they were marked with hundreds of blows, a plug occupied her bottom keeping a burning brew corked in place.

Crimson came out of the fog surrounding her brain. There was a nurse standing over her the purest most malevolent evil she had ever known. The evil woman had a wooden mallet in her hand she began to feel around crimsons knee. Crimson could see what was about to happen to her, she did not want to be crippled she begged with her eyes, they were full as saucers crying fearful. Crimson tried to pull her leg out of the way but the stirrups held it in place she started screaming into her gag the nurse pulled the mallet back.

Before the nurse could swing another nurse was behind her. The nurse looked familiar to Crimson before the nurse with the mallet could move, the other nurse pressed a chloroform soaked pad over her lips, the nurse dropped the mallet she struggled for twenty seconds then went limp. The nurse behind her dropped her to the floor like a bag of old garbage.

Crimson recognised her Angel in a nurses uniform, she let out a sigh of relief. “don’t worry mistress I will soon have you free”. Angel grabbed the funnel and worked it out of crimsons ring gag. A second later Angel was kissing her deeply hugging her around the jacket. Angel unbuckled the ring gag she used a warm cloth to clean the residue from Crimson’s mouth. Crimson started to work her stretched jaw. Angel looked over her mistress her eyes filled with anger a scalpel appeared in her hand, she stalked over to the nurse. The unconscious nurses head was held in one hand by her hair, Angel had the scalpel ready. “Stop” crimson croaked the commanded. Angel stopped shuddered then let the nurse go.

Angel turned she cut the cords holding Crimson’s toes in place, a little fumbling with the straps and for the first time in days her ankles were free. Angel un-strapped the tight collar, Crimson took her first deep breath in almost a week, it was beautiful to be able to breath again. Very carefully Angel pulled out the cotton buds, then went the cotton wool and finally with a little pulling the plug. Crimson felt herself blush as her predicament became much more comfortable. “Angel thank you so much”, Angel hugged her “what did they do to you my love” she was almost ready to cry.

Angel opened up the straight jacket and threw it in a corner, she cut the rawhide away from crimsons hands. Angel had a tub of soothing cream she worked it into Crimsons tortured feet into her caned bottom and legs over her inflamed crotch into her neck and red scalp. Angel carefully worked the cream into her mistresses hands they seemed twisted and dead. Crimson could not stand, Angel helped her into a patients smock then just about managed to get her into a wheel chair. 
 
Crimson was quickly wheeled by Angel to a side exit, she seemed to have a plan. There was one problem with the plan a big problem. He was an orderly his name badge said Jim he was over eight feet tall his muscles looked like a small mountain range. He must have been early thirties his head was bald no hair at all. He seemed to fill the entire corridor. He had ears that stuck out like handles, small squinty eyes, he looked like he had spent all day sucking lemons. Angel simply walked up to the man she reached into her jacket pocket. Crimson was worried would she try to fight this man mountain try to shoot him? Angel pulled out a large roll of hundred dollar bills and handed it to the orderly, he stepped to one side like a door opening. Angel reached into another pocket and pulled out another roll of hundred dollar bills “the nurse out cold in the treatment room, please lose her in amongst the patients”. The large orderly nodded.

Angelina Huntington Smith The third or slave Angel waited patently in a dimly lit room It had been three weeks her mistress seemed to be mostly herself again, a little celebration was in order. Crimson entered the room she wore a red wig a black cat suit and a pair of thigh high kinky boots.

Angel loved the bundle of intimidating black leather on the table. The black leather straight jacket with a built in hood and leg binders was her first and favourite restraint. She could and had literally spent weeks init. Crimson spoke “Angel I had this little thing made a bit tighter for you, you will look as always fabulous”.  Angel held her arms in anticipation as her “kidnapper” pulled the jacket over Angel’s arms, adjusting the jacket a few times to move it down her arms. Angel felt the familiar comfortable padding inside the thick leather shell. She was reassured by the weight of the thick jacket. 

When the jacket was up to Angel’s shoulders Crimson gently rolled her over onto her front. Crimson gently pulled Angel’s hair out of the way of the jacket collar. The kidnapper pulled the jacket more snugly over her arms and shoulders. There was a heavy zipper from just above Angel’s round derriere to below her neck it took quite a bit of struggling to close but one final tug and a click and Angel found that her torso was tightly encased in unyielding leather it was far tighter than before she liked it. She tried to struggle a little in play. 

Crimson pulled the hood up towards Angel’s eager face “thank you” she managed to say before the hood was forced over her head. The hood covered Angel’s eyes and ears and most of her face , There was a ring gag built into the lower part of the hood. It was now even larger a little fiddling and squirming and Angel found that the gag was stuck between her full lips holding them wide. There was a slow tug on the back of the hood another heavy zip and a click Angel knew it was tighter she had little movement. Angel was gently rolled onto her back. She leaned forward in anticipation crimsons lips locked on her Angel kissed the red head back. The familiar fire started in her lips and spread throughout her body.

Angel was rolled onto her front her arms were folded behind her carefully pushed through the side loops on the jacket . Then Angel was rolled back the straps from the sleeves met below her large breasts straining at the jacket. The buckle was threaded and pulled tight. Crimson pulled tighter making the confinement of angel’s arms tighter. Angel felt her right leg folded up so her ankle was hard up against her bottom then there was a leather sheath pulled over her doubled up leg, she didn’t resist as a strap went around her ankle and a loop around her big toe her leg was folded away helplessly splayed out to one side. Angel felt her left leg folded up her ankle hard against her bottom she was doing a tight folded splits then a strap around her big toe and her legs were trapped.

Angel got another kiss on the lips then a mass of rubber was neatly pushed between her open lips.  The crimson pumped Angels favourite gag larger and larger soon Angel slave couldn’t make a single noise, her cheeks bulged like she had a pillow forced between her lips. 

Angel felt two zips undone Crimsons hands wandered over her breasts and nipples. Angel was a lover of bondage. She perversely enjoy the harsh restraint the punishing pump gag the complete loss of  control being rendered so helpless. Crimsons tong was between her legs. What a tong thought Angel, her mistress knew what she was doing Angel knew she would be teased maybe for hours before she would be allowed to cum. But as her mistress said the longer the fuse burns the bigger the bang at the end. Angel reached a new record that night. When it was over Crimson greased angel’s favourite butt plug that also happened to be the largest butt plug in Crimsons collection and began to work the monster between angel’s un-resisting perfectly round butt cheeks. 

Angelina surrendered and relaxed as the monster was forced home, she enjoyed the feeling of fullness of being controlled dominated it was further turning her on. One more zip and Angelina felt the soles of her bear feet firmly against one another the straight jacket was designed at the bottom as a sheath to completely immobilise her legs pulling them into a vulnerable spread position. Angelina felt the familiar bite of nipple clamps ,her large breasts were tightly packaged back up inside the jacket

Mistress Crimson curled up and slept next to her spooning with her bound body. Angel knew the world was right again she had no responsibility, the anger in her melted away, no choice she just a helpless sex toy for her Mistress.