The snow felt like tiny ice-picks as Wes trudged through the drifts on the sidewalk. He left the Highlander's engine on so the defroster would be able to keep up with the windshield wipers. Wes had checked the note twice and the address written on it belonged to a small two-story townhouse with a Christmas wreath on the door and a glowing plastic Santa on the doorstep. There were no other lights on inside or out, though the neighbors had gone to great lengths to try and illuminate the entire block with their holiday lighting.
Night had already crept in hours ago and judging by the piles of snow on the parked cars, everybody was tucked in for a long winter's nap. Wes was sure no one was peering out. He paused at the front door, pulling off his gloves to fetch the key he had been sent. He slid it into the deadbolt and then slowly opened the door.
Inside, the only lights were that of a small Christmas village that was arranged on the mantle, their windows and doorways spilling light out onto their white cotton lawns. A small Christmas tree was stuck in the corner and a few packages glinted their welcome as Wes turned on his small pen light to look around. He noticed that there was a small suitcase tucked by the stairway.
'She won't be needing that for what I have planned, ' Wes thought to himself as he took off his coat and pulled down his black stocking cap to turn it into a mask. Smiling, he slung his pack over one shoulder and began to explore.
Wes felt somewhat like the Grinch as he silently stalked about the ground floor. There was a stairway leading up and beside it a hallway leading to an open kitchen and dining area. He tested the back door and he found it locked. There was another door beneath the stairs which he figured led to the basement.
No one was stirring down here.
He turned his pen-light off and slowly crept up the stairs. There was a creak or two that caused Wes to freeze for a moment and listen, but no one came peeking down the stairs to investigate. At the top landing, there was a hallway leading to the front and back of the house. All the doors were shut except one. Wes gambled that the master bedroom was looking out onto the street.
Christmas was coming earlier to him this year. He had received an e-mail about a couple weeks ago. A woman wanted to be kidnapped on Christmas Eve as part of her wish list for the holiday; a present for herself. Julie Andersen was her name. Along with the e-mail there were a couple of pictures of her as well. She was an attractive lady with long brown hair and dark eyes. One of the pictures had her in a bikini out by a lake and it left little to imagine. Julie had a nice but smallish pair of breasts, a narrow waist and wide hips. She was a perfect match for his own personal wish list.
Wes paused as he reached the door, setting down his pack and unzipping it. Everything he needed was there. He pulled out the tape and ripped off a piece big enough to cover her mouth. He also made sure that his handcuffs were ready and easy to get at.
Carefully, he opened the door.
He had guessed right. The door opened up to her bedroom and she was curled up beneath her covers quietly snoring away. He stood at the foot of the bed, watching her. Julie wasn't as slight of woman he thought she would be. Wes guessed her to be only about 5 foot 6 or so. Her e-mails said that she would be ready today for a weekend of play since her roommate had gone home for the holidays.
Somewhere in the house a clock chimed 1 o'clock. Wes was sure that Julie would be surprised at him coming this early, but it was the technically Christmas eve, the day she put down to be kidnapped and he wanted to get in as much play as possible during the weekend.
Wes set down his open pack beside the bed so it would be easy to get into. Silently, he got positioned with the tape over the sleeping woman's mouth. He counted to three before he pounced.
The woman's blue eyes flew open as Wes sealed her lips with the tape, cutting off her scream. Quickly, Wes threw the blankets off and wrestled the flailing girl onto her front, grabbing her arms and trying to handcuff her.
"Damn, woman," Wes said as the woman continued to buck and fight. This Julie was putting on quite a show.
Finally, he managed to get her wrists cuffed in back of her while he straddling her, pinning her to the bed. Still she continued screaming and thrashing. It was all he could do to get a piece of rope out and run it over the back of her neck, over her shoulder and under her arms to make a harness. Taking the loose ends, he lopped them around her wrist cuffs and cinched them up until her wrists were crossed just under her shoulder blades. He then turned himself around, got the roll of tape and wound it around her ankles, all the while the woman bucked and kicked something fierce.
Most women that wanted to be kidnapped would put up a little fight just for show. It was part of the fantasy. This one was doing all she could to try not to get abducted and it was giving Wes a hard-on like you wouldn't believe. He couldn't wait to get his wrapped package home to put it under his tree just so he could open it bright and early the next morning.
Wes grabbed another length of rope and began to cinch it between his victim's ankles. After a few wraps, he drew her feet up towards her wrists, pulling her into a tight hogtie. Now she was caught. There was no way she was going to get out of this tie. He ripped off a few more pieces of tape and gently pulling her hair back, he made sure that her screams would remain muffled. Finally, he pulled a black spandex hood out and stretched it over her head.
The woman continued to squirm in her bindings, but she was wearing herself out. She was dressed in a white satin chemise and a pair of matching panties; nothing too sexy but revealing enough to make Wes want to take her right then and there. But that wasn't what Julie wanted. She wanted to try to escape first before taken advantage of. Wes aimed to please.
But that didn't mean that Wes couldn't have a little fun with her to get her into the mood.
Wes hadn't met a woman yet that didn't keep her vibrator in the nightstand and the bound woman on the bed wasn't the exception. In fact, there were several and he picked out a slender cordless one that he thought would fit the bill. He turned it on to make sure that the batteries were good and was greeted by a buzzing hum.
The brunette had calmed down a bit, wriggling to test the limits of her captivity. However, as soon as he touched her again, she went into a frenzy and it took quite a bit out of Wes to roll her onto her back; sitting on her to keep her from falling off the bed and hurting herself.
Wes managed to face her legs and be more-or-less sitting on her stomach. He tried not to put his full weight on her so he wouldn't hurt her. Using both hands, he grabbed her knees and pulled them apart and spread her legs. Wes then scooted up and used his legs to hold hers open.
The woman continued to wail into her gag. Fortunately, the gag was doing its job. Not that anyone else could hear, but he didn't want her to make too much noise when he took her to his SUV. Taking the waistband of her panties, he slowly pulled them halfway down her thighs and exposed her neatly-trimmed nest.
Gently, he parted her lips and pressed the humming vibrator against her clit. Her struggles renewed but gradually slowed until Wes could feel her respond to the vibrator's touch. Her screams became low moans as Wes eased the vibrator inside her. When he was sure that it was fully within her, her pulled her panties back up tightly to hold it in place and got off of her.
The bound woman continued to squirm, but to Wes, it was more to entice him than to get away. However, he was going to stick with the plan; to take her home with him.
Filling the bottom of Wes's pack was a huge black athletic bag large enough to hold a hogtied gal. He had re-enforced the straps for carrying and added several inside to strap his captive in. He unfolded it and placed it beside her, opening it up as wide as he could.
As soon as the woman felt his hands on her, she began to thrash around. This time wasn't as violent. He imagined that she was tiring out. Holding onto her firmly, he rolled her into the bag until she laid face-down inside it. Taking the inner straps, he began buckling her in. The strap around her waist was first, then the one that went over her bent legs and lastly the one around her shoulders. Wes made sure they were nice and snug before zippering the top shut.
Now for the fun part.
Wes was glad he kept fit and lifted weights because it came in handy at times like these. Dragging the bag to the edge of the bed, he put the carrying strap over the opposite shoulder and lifted with his legs. The woman inside struggled but the straps kept her in place. Slowly he made his way out of her bedroom and down the stairs.
Carrying Julie wasn't nearly as bad as he thought it would be. Because of this, Wes opted to keep his momentum up and get to his truck. He could come back later to get his coat and other stuff.
The closer to the door Wes got, the more the bag jerked and writhed. After rolling up his knit ski mask, he opened the door and carefully trudged out to his idling truck. The snow wasn't terribly deep, but with a squirming woman in the bag made the walk much more treacherous. Finally, he opened the rear hatch of his Highlander and wrestled her inside.
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