Kidnapped

One week ago 

Angelina Huntington Smith The third or Angel to her friends, was the perfect product of breading and old money. At least that was what she thought. She was nineteen years old The sold heir of the Huntington Smith financial empire. She could give the average person she met a run down of just how much wealth daddy had , which se often did. The value of Huntington telecoms, how many satellites it had in orbit. Huntington technologies how many patents it owned and what they were worth. How many hundreds of millions of pounds worth of oil fields were owned The historical significance and impressive size of the Huntington smith estate back in old blighty the ancestral home of her family for 800 years. Not that she had been there more than a dozen times in her life.

Angelina considered she had the perfect body, nature had given her long legs and big firm breasts. A personal trainer hired at a ridiculous amount of money had spent three hours a day shouting at her to make sure that the rest was as toned flexible and nubile as humanly possible. She had done swimming yoga athletics , a little weight lifting to build muscle tone small weights high repetitions to sculpt her body. She had her own private gym and pool. A nutritionist and a dermatologist ensured she had flawless skin, apart from a couple of moles that had to be removed. A trichologist and stylist had ensured she had long flawless blond hair even though the starting colour may have been a little different.

The judicious spending of her fathers money had set strait her crooked teeth, so she had a flawless smile. Her squint over lapping toes and a funny shaped birth mark on her bottom had been corrected through similar financial expenditure. She had perfect cheek bones pouting lips a winning smile. A manicurist ensured she had perfect nails a pedicurist endured she had perfect feet.

She had been trained in languages she had top marks in business French a good understanding of Russian and Chinese. When her mother was still around she had insisted that Angelina learn a musical instrument so Angelina could play the piano , just about pick up a violin and didn’t have a terrible singing voice. Angelina knew that one day her family fortune would be her responsibility she was studying a business degree and doing well in the first year. It would allow her to manage the family affairs or at least give her a good idea of finding someone competent to do it on her behalf.

Angelina at this point would have gladly traded away a good part of her family fortune, to be out of this predicament. It came to Angelina that she had never in her life been in a fight, or had even one self defence class. The greatest of classical education breeding or money dose not help you when you are running down a road as fast as you can, in desperation trying to get away from someone that wants to get a hold on you. Especially when your dress and bra were victims of the first fight. Angelina thought that dress had been nearly 15000 she couldn’t remember which designer and now it was ripped to little shreds. Her bra was laying on the floor half a mile back, so she was bouncing everywhere. Angelina wanted to scream for help which was very hard with a giant foam ball wedged in her mouth and half a roll of duct tape plastered over the lower half of her mouth.

Angelina would have loved to remove her gag but there was one problem with that the other half of the roll of duct tape currently had her arms occupied from finger tip to just above her elbows. Angelina’s arms gave out twinges of pain she wasn’t used to having her elbows pulled back, thanks to the yoga she was flexible but it hurt. Her arms like this made her thrust her breasts forwards obscenely. She both loved and hated her shoes, they were 5000 dollar top designer four inch stiletto strap-on. Her shoes were the only reason she had escaped at all her attacker had released her for a second to get a second roll of duct tape for her legs. In that moment Angelina had stamped on the attackers foot with her shoe. The attacker had screamed in pain and dropped, Angelina had run out of the abandoned car park. She hadn’t looked back she was just running as fast as her heels would take her. Running in heels with your arms behind your back and being unable to breath through your mouth was hard.

Angelina thought back how could she be so stupid. She had been driving when she came to an apparently wrecked car there were two people on the tarmac face down. She had stopped gotten out of her car to check on them she had found that they were just manikins in baggy clothes. Angelina half expected a vulture from the press to pop out from behind a rock with a camera. What she wasn’t expecting was for someone to grabbed her from behind. The person knew what they were doing one hand over her lips another held Angelina’s right hand twisted high up her back. She was marched into a disused abandoned car park by the side of the road. There was a car with an open trunk Angelina could see two rolls of silvery tape a big red foam ball and a large black bag in the back of the trunk.

Angelina was marched over to the trunk before she could even speak the foam rubber ball was shoved in her mouth. Then there was a piece of tape over her lips then another then another, then the tape was wound over the bottom half of her face. The attackers hands grabbed her dress and pulled. Angelina was snapped out of her shock as her dress was shredded. She couldn’t see her attacker they had remained behind her the hole time. She started to go red and cry in humiliation as her bra was pealed away from her breasts there was some degree of pride how little they dropped free of there confinement. Angelina tried to cover up her breasts but her hands were pulled behind her back a turn of tape around her wrists. Then her attacker started at her fingers and worked there way up to her elbows the attacker lost concentration for a second and then Angelina was away.

Her feet hurt so much these were party shoes , Angelina now wished she could trade them for a pair of running shoes nice comfortable trainers. She thought while she was at it she would wish her arms free and a big stick with a nail in it. Better yet she thought a gun, but on second thoughts with her skill at the firing range she would most likely just blow one of her own toes off. Angelina had to take a break she was to exhausted to run anymore she was a sign post telling people to reduce there speed. There was a little clip of metal half way up the sign that had been torn off leaving a jagged edge it was at just the right height. Angelina sighed a bit of luck at last, she carefully lined her bound arms up against the jagged bit of metal two minutes of energetic rubbing latter and she had felt the tape loosen after another five minutes she could finally wiggle her hands free.

Angelina was finally able to peel the duct tape from her hands they were free after nearly an hour. The tape around her pretty mouth was another thing after some fighting she found the edge and started to unwrap it. She would have screamed if her mouth wasn’t so throughway stuffed, the would be kidnapper had caught so much of her hair in the tape. Angelina pulled out a lot of her own hair she cursed the abductor for every follicle. Finally she stripped of the last of the tape of pried the large ball out from between her teeth. Angelina drooled a little as she worked her jaw but thank god she was free. She just needed to find a phone or someone with a phone. She was going to get over this. She was going to hire a dozen body guards big burly ones with big shiny guns. She was going to get a dog a big one the size of a small horse, then she was going to go to a tropical island and spend a month there being pampered. daddy would talk to the FBI or whoever the attempted abductor would be found locked up and everything would be right with the world.

She snapped out of her daydream as a car pulled up next to her. Angelina immediately covered over her breasts. The car was a black estate it looked old it had black windows. Angelina was nervous the window to the car rolled down. A mass of fiery red hair came into view a second later. An attractive red head came into sight a mass of curly red hair dark sunglasses and luscious red lips. Angelina was relieved it was another woman her voice trembled a little, “I’ve been attacked please can you help me I need a ride some clothes and to make a phone call”. The woman looked at her, the red head looked about 25 her voice sounded like seduction. “Honey of course I can help you I have some clothes in the trunk I can give you a ride, but there no signal out hear so I will be a while before you can call anyone”. 

The woman stepped out of the car she was athletic tall commanding. She wore a tight black leather jacket that showed a fine chest and a narrow waist she wore black gloves. She wore tight black leather trousers that looked like she had been shoe horned into them. Her outfit was finished with a pair of black calf high 2 inch wedge heel boots. Angelina followed the woman to the car boot she noticed two things the woman had a terrific ass and she was walking a little strangely Angelina looked closer. Her right boot had an indent on it like someone had trod on it with a heel. Angelina started to feel nervous The woman opened the trunk Angelina looked inside it was a familiar scene, one roll of duct tape and a big black bag.

The red head looked at Angelina her eyes narrowed , “honey I went gentle on you first time, this time you get the full treatment”. Before Angelina could think or react it was to late she was face down on the tarmac the breath knocked out of her lungs. A leather clad leg was locked tightly round her neck. Angelina started to struggle for all she was worth while the woman sat on her, Angelina felt her sensitive breasts pushed into the tarmac it was uncomfortable. A shapely calf below her neck a powerful thigh above squeezed Angelina until she started to black out, she stopped struggling her body was limp and unresponsive. 

The red head pulled the big black sack out of the boot of the car , it hit the floor with a thump. she opened the bag and pulled out a tarpaulin. Angelina gasped for breath on the floor as the woman spread the tarpaulin on the ground. “Honey I have the perfect outfit you will look lovely in it” Angelina coughed and spluttered as the woman rolled her over onto the tarpaulin with the toe of her boot. Angelina tried to stand up the heel of the woman’s boot came down on her neck she tried to get another breath it was pushed down harder. A bundle of intimidating black leather hit the floor. Angelina got a hazy look at it , it looked like a black leather jacket with a built in hood and something below the waist that looked like an odd shaped bag, she didn’t want to be put in it. 

What Angelina wanted and what was going to happen were to different things. The red head continued to talk “honey I had this little thing made for an old girlfriend of mine, pity she got away before I could put her in it , you’re a little bit larger than she was but I am sure with a bit of pushing you will fit, you will look fabulous”. The red head shook the jacket out. “honey just put your arms out”. Angelina tried to refuse the boot on her throat pushed down, reluctantly she held her arms out the kidnapper pulled the jacket over Angelina’s arms, shaking the jacket a few times to move it down her arms. Angelina felt a comfortable padding inside a thick leather shell. She was surprised by the weight of the thick jacket. 

When the jacket was up to Angelina’s shoulders the kidnapper rolled her over onto her front . In a second Angelina felt the red head sit on her bottom. in a moment the . The kidnapper pulled Angelina’s hair out of the way of the jacket collar. The kidnapper pulled the jacket more snugly over her arms and shoulders from above her. There was a heavy zipper from just above Angelina’s round derriere to below her neck a quick tug and a click and Angelina found that her torso was tightly encased in unyielding leather she tried to struggle even though it was to late, it had sounded like the zip locked. 

The kidnapper pulled the hood up towards Angelina’s face “please no” she managed to say before the hood was forced over her head Angelina struggled further. The hood covered Angelina’s eyes and ears and most of her face but there was a space for her jaw, There was a rubber coated ring gag built into the lower part of the hood. It was very large a little fiddling and struggling and Angelina found that the gag was stuck between her full putting lips holding them wide. There was a tug on the back of the hood another heavy zip and a click Angelina couldn’t see, could not speak her arms were inside a straight jacket and a dominant red head was sitting on top of her. Angelina tried to struggle she was rolled onto her back. Suddenly she felt the red head’s lips locked on her own she couldn’t pull back she couldn’t resist. Suddenly she felt herself kissing the red head back. Angelina’s body was limp she had never been kissed like that before, there was a fire it started in her lips and spread throughout her body.

Angelina didn’t resist as she was rolled onto her front she considered it an almost loving caress as the kidnapper folded her arms behind her carefully pushing her arms through side loops on the jacket . Then Angelina was rolled back onto her front the straps from the sleeves met in front of her below her large breasts straining at the jacket. The buckle was threaded and pulled tight. Angelina knew her arms were useless she was helpless but she didn’t care, she lent forwards for another kiss. The red head obliged her making the confinement of her arms tighter. Angelina herd a zip then her right beast was exposed another zip and her left breast was bulging free. The caress of this woman was power over Angelina beyond any physical restraint beyond any martial superiority. Angelina normally didn’t like anyone touching her sensitive nipples but this woman was different she knew how to stimulate the helpless heiress. Within moments Angelina felt her thong disappear, there was a finger caressing her just above her clitoris she was wet with anticipation, this woman could play her like an instrument.

“Honey you like this don’t you well the two of us will get well acquainted” Angelina felt her right shoe undone then her left shoe removed. The red head tickled and caressed massaged her legs. Angelina 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. Angelina felt her left leg folded up her ankle hard against her bottom she was almost doing a folded splits then a strap around her big toe then a zip and her legs were not going anywhere.

Angelina got another kiss on the lips then a mass of rubber was neatly pushed between her open lips.  The kidnapper pumped the gag large and larger soon Angelina couldn’t’t make a single noise her cheeks bulged like she had a pillow forced between her lips. All the time the red head’s hand wandered over her breasts and nipples. Angelina had never had a lover into bondage. She was perversely starting to enjoy the restraint the pump gag the loss of  control being rendered helpless. The red heads tong was between her legs. God Angelina thought that woman knew what she was doing in a minute Angelina exploded in the most intense orgasm of her life, she really didn’t care as the woman greased a large butt plug in her own juices and began to work the monster between her perfect round butt cheeks. 

Angelina surrendered and relaxed as the monster was forced home it was a little painful but in the afterglow of the orgasm the humiliation the submission was 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 bite of nipple clamps then her large breasts were tightly packaged back up inside the jacket with two zips then she was wrapped in the tarpaulin. The seductive red head kidnapper lifted the bundle up and headed towards the car. “Honey its time for you to come round to my place”. Angelina was stuffed into the trunk of the car she was exhausted conflicted.

Present day

Angelina had been kept restrained in her tight little leather prison for a week. Red had taken good care of her house guest. There was a little play room in the basement a bed down there came with straps Angelina found herself further imprisoned strapped tightly down with d rings on the suit on the shoulders waist the ends of the knee’s and at the back of the hood. Angelina had found herself the object of many games she had been caned paddled and spanked until she had come of her own accord. Mistress red had covered her tits and pussy with cream and licked it all off. Angelina had been forced to pleasure mistress red with her mouth until her mistress came. 

Angelina had completely surrendered she had enjoyed being dominated her breasts being tied at the base the nipple clamps the hot wax. She had been tormented for eight hours with a Hitachi wand until she had exploded in a series of multiple orgasms. Her mistress had tightened the strap attached to her arms making her position that much tighter pulling her shoulders back further and thrusting out her breasts. Mistress red had slept with her in the bed every night spooning with her bound body. Angelina found that she enjoyed being dominated, mistress red had given her a huge enema while toughly massaging her body, it had made her very horny. then she had been greased up with KY jelly and flipped over. Mistress red had ridden her into submission with a giant strap on up her tender rear passage unstill they had both come screaming the place down.

Angelina couldn’t put her finger on it, there was something different she had no responsibility no choice no ability to resist she was a helpless sex toy for her kinky kidnapper and she did not care at all she was content to remain bound or free as her mistress commanded. Mistress red cane up to her “honey you have been one hell of a ride a hot little pet but I must get round to issuing the ransom soon”. Red found herself straddling her victim she felt the woman’s heart beat against the leather she felt herself bending down and kissing this gorgeous creature. She was the kidnapper but her own hart was also kidnapped. “well honey I don’t have to send any ransom demands this week or this month maybe in three months time when I have finished educating you”. Angelina squirmed helplessly inside her leather prison anticipating her mistresses strict touch.