Ransom

Maureen grunted into the gag as the blonde woman pulled a knife out of a pocket and unfolded it.  Her heart began to pound as the woman brandished it ostentatiously for a moment before kneeling down.  With a quick motion she cut away the ropes binding Maureen's ankles.

"If you kick me, Mrs. Mazandrani, I am going to cut your kidneys out and hand them to you.  Do you understand?" the blonde said, standing back up.

Maureen was still dizzy from the drug she'd been injected with, and she had a serious headache.  Her balance was off and she felt confused.  She had no intention of kicking anyone.  She wasn't sure she could even connect if she tried, and she was pretty sure the effort would result in her toppling over onto her rear end.  She nodded in acknowledgement.

"Now I'm going to cut the ropes on your wrists.  You're to place your hands at your side and hold them there.  Do you understand?" the woman said in English.  She sounded American.

Maureen nodded again, and a few seconds later the ropes fell away.  She rubbed her wrists for a moment and dropped her arms to her side.

"Good girl," the blonde said, giving Maureen a reassuring smile, then quickly touching the tip of the blade to Maureen's collar and, with the lightest of touches, dragging it down towards her cleavage.  Maureen shuddered as the woman steered the blade over the swell of her right breast and then, with a quick thrust and flick of her wrist, cut the strap of Maureen's new $1500 dress.  She then slipped the knife under the other strap and cut it, too, then folded the knife and dropped it back into a pocket.

"I know, I know, it's a shame about the dress, honey, but you won't be needing it anymore, and it's not my size," the blonde said, grinning wickedly.  She pushed her hands against Maureen's ribs and then ran them up over her breasts, giving them a quick but vigorous kneading as she did so.  Maureen blushed in embarrassment and groaned a mild protest into her gag, which the woman completely ignored as she grabbed the top of the dress and yanked it down, exposing Maureen's breasts.  "Besides, we want your husband to remember what he's missing, now, don't we?" she laughed, playing the fingers of her left hand over Maureen's right nipple for a moment until it began to stiffen, eliciting more soft mewling from the gagged woman.

"This thing is really painted on, isn't it?" the blonde continued, hooking her thumbs inside the top of the dress.  "It's not just going to fall off on its own.  Well, it's a wiggle dress, right?  So wiggle."  Maureen obeyed, awkwardly, and the blonde literally peeled the dress off as Maureen writhed.  "Good girl," the blonde said again.  "See how much easier things can be if you just cooperate?" she added as she walked over to another table and came back with a length of rope.  Maureen shook her head, trepidation in her eyes.  The blonde grinned and nodded hers.  "'Fraid so, hon.  Besides, think about how hot you looked tied up a minute ago.  Maybe in addition to the ransom we'll sell your bondage pictures on the internet," she snorted.

Maureen's face contorted into an angry frown, but the blonde paid her no heed, guiding her in front of the chair, turning her around, and then helping her into her seat.  Maureen, dazed, acquiesced without too much resistance.  Soon her ankles were bound to the chair legs and her wrists tied to the chair back on either side.  The blonde stood up, grinned, and cupped Maureen's chin.  "Almost done..." she said, strolling over to the video camera.  Turning it on, she made sure it was lined up right and that all the settings were correct.  Then she leaned around it and smiled winningly at Maureen.  "Now, you just smile, say cheese, and try and look like you're worth eight million bucks."

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  Maureen

  The Blonde Kidnapper

This is the follow-up to "Hostage," which we had initially planned to air on Donna's page.  You can see the first and third  and final parts of the story here: