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An Infamous Night in London
by TLVSBD (tlvsbd@yahoo.com)

***

A seductive young woman makes a bad decision and ends 
up enduring a bondage session with almost fatal 
consequences. (MF, bd, v)

***

She needed a lesson in appropriate behavior. Especially 
after she had been drinking, Annie became way too vocal 
for her own good. Petite and sexy, Annie Harrison could 
be as sweet as sweet could be. And even when drinking, 
she tended to be a happy drunk. But for whatever 
reason, at a moment’s notice, she could turn from Dr. 
Jekyll to Mr. Hyde.

Such was the case in London one March evening. Annie 
and her boyfriend Tim were in the middle of a three 
week vacation and had been out on the town checking out 
the London hotspots. After a fine dinner at one of the 
more upscale restaurants in the Mayfield area of 
London, they had headed for The Roadhouse, one of the 
few London nightclubs with live music and dancing. 

All went fine until Annie, with one too many Vodka 
tonics, got into an altercation with a male patron on 
the dance floor. The scene grew ugly and Tim, narrowly 
avoiding a fight defending her honor, insisted that 
they leave the club and head back to the hotel.

Annie was provocatively dressed as usual and had a 
tendency to flirt when she had too much to drink. She 
was wearing an eye catching outfit consisting of a 
tight black silk sleeveless top, coupled with a flippy 
brown suede mini-skirt that ended about four inches 
above her knees. The ensemble was finished off with a 
pair of Via Spiga ankle strap brown suede stiletto 
pumps with four inch heels.

Underneath, she had likewise dressed to impress. 
Earlier that evening, she had selected the underwear 
that Tim preferred. First, a lacy black push up bra 
that accentuated her small but perky breasts and showed 
just the right amount of cleavage. Next, she decided on 
a wispy black garter belt made of satin and see through 
nylon. It had a red bow in the center of the waistband 
and tiny little red bows just above each of the garter 
clips. 

She then had carefully pulled on a pair of vintage 
nylon stockings with the reinforced heel and toe. 
Slowly, she had rolled the first stocking up her left 
leg, taking care to smooth out the wrinkles and then 
attached the garter clips at the very top of the nylon 
in front and then in back. She repeated the process 
with the right leg. Stepping back to admire herself in 
the mirror, she continued to adjust and smooth out 
every last wrinkle from the stockings and admired how 
they were tautly attached to the garter belt.

Satisfied with what she saw, she finished off the 
effect with a tiny black thong that matched the garter 
belt. Walking to the bed, she sat to put on the shoes, 
carefully and tightly securing the ankle straps. She 
had planned to be doing a lot of dancing and she didn’t 
want them coming off accidentally.

Once again admiring herself in the mirror, she smiled 
coyly, thinking to herself how she could likely seduce 
any man she wanted. She had an almost perfect figure 
and at 31, looked easily ten years younger. She knew in 
her heart that she could catch and keep the eye of any 
man from 21 to 60 and she could have her choice with 
the slightest bit of effort. Her outfit tonight would 
help that cause if things went south with Tim.

Annie slipped on the black silk top and then quickly 
pulled on her suede mini skirt. She was amused at the 
fact that the hem ended just below the darker band at 
the top of her stockings. A slight gust of wind would 
make them visible as would the slightest bending at the 
waist. She knew that on the dance floor, the customers 
who were watching would be fixated on her, gyrating to 
the beat of the music and the flash of nylons and 
garter straps that would invariably occur. She loved 
the attention.

Returning to the present, Annie was incensed and made 
her anger known with one expletive after another during 
the cab ride back to the Hotel. The cab driver had 
never heard such language from a woman, much less such 
a tiny and petite little thing like Annie.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Tim tried to salvage the 
evening by suggesting they have a drink at the bar and 
talk about it. Annie reluctantly acquiesced but only 
because she was looking for another drink anyway. Tim 
knew that she would likely go there on her own if he 
was not with her so he made the suggestion.

It was nearly 1:30 am and save for three scattered 
hotel guests enjoying a nightcap, the bar was empty. 
They took their seats roughly ten feet from the nearest 
man, a fifty-something distinguished looking British 
gentleman who gave Annie the once over as she sat down. 
Annie noticed him looking and deliberately let her 
skirt ride higher up her leg as she sat giving the man 
a full on view of her stockings, the skin above them 
and the black garter strap firmly holding the top of 
her nylon. The man tried to avert his gaze so as to not 
be so obvious but he was not being too discreet.

Tim noticed what was happening and made an issue of it 
which only served to make Annie more determined to put 
on a show of lingerie as well as put her back into 
attack mode. They quickly began to argue and Annie took 
over from where she had left off I the cab. Things got 
louder and louder and eventually, they were asked to 
keep it down by the manager or to leave the lounge 
area. Tim had had enough and grabbing Annie by the arm, 
half forced and half escorted her to the elevator. 
Though cursing and grumbling, Annie managed a wink to 
the British man as she left the lounge.

Back in the room, things got worse. Heated words were 
exchanged and Annie finally told Tim, "Fuck You", 
grabbed her purse and left the room. 

For a moment, Tim considered following her but knowing 
it was now 2:00 am, he knew the bar would be closing 
and she would not be gone long. He decided on bottled 
water from the minibar and sat down to await her 
return. He thought to himself "fifteen minutes, tops." 
He couldn’t have been more wrong!

Back in the bar, the British gentleman was now the only 
one left. Annie’s wink had told him it might be 
advantageous to wait a few more minutes to see if 
anything develops. He heard the elevator open and he 
developed a broad grin as the click clack of Annie’s 
stilettos told him he was right.

As she approached, he got a much better look at her and 
realized just how incredibly sexy this woman was. He 
especially loved the way the suede miniskirt swayed 
back and forth as she walked. He also knew what she was 
wearing underneath that only served to increase his 
excitement. His heartbeat increased slightly as she 
neared him. "My name is Annie. Mind if I join you?" 
Before he could answer, she took a seat in the chair 
directly across from him and carelessly (and purposely) 
let her legs part just enough for him to see up her 
skirt and focus on the black thong.

"The name is Michael" he said as he extended his hand 
to hers. "Please do."

Crossing her legs, Annie again made sure there was no 
doubt in his mind what she was wearing beneath her 
outer garments. She noticed her blouse had shifted 
slightly and that her black bra straps were visible as 
well but she made no attempt to fix it. Experience had 
told her that men like that look and now Michael knew 
that everything underneath was black. She wanted to 
make sure there were no doubts in this man’s mind. 
There weren’t. Michael now knew he had to get this 
woman back to his room. His instincts told him it would 
not be difficult.

"My boyfriend is an asshole" she commenced. "Sometimes 
he just pisses me off by showing up but tonight, he 
totally annoyed me from the moment we got to the 
nightclub. I’ve just had it with him and I saw you 
earlier and figured you looked like a gentleman and so, 
here I am."

Just then, the bartender, not noticing that the two of 
them had not arrived together, informed them that the 
bar was closing and if they wanted a drink to take to 
the room. Michael glanced at Annie and she gave him a 
knowing smile that spoke volumes. 

They ordered drinks and inside three minutes, they were 
in Michaels suite, two floors above the room where Tim 
was waiting, still drinking his water.

The room was lavish, much nicer than the room Tim had 
received. Lots of leather chairs, sofas, a desk, full 
bar and a separate bedroom suite.

"Make yourself at home my dear. I have a few things to 
do but I won’t be long. It is nearly 6:00 pm in Los 
Angeles and I must discuss some business with my 
partners."

Annie spread herself on the leather couch and laid 
back, her head sinking deeply into the soft plush 
calfskin, her skirt riding high up on her legs showing 
a generous amount of skin above the stockings. Sipping 
her drink, she waited patiently. 

She could hear Michael’s voice talking on the phone in 
the other room and she wondered to herself how much 
longer she would have to wait to get satisfied. Her 
loins were burning now. Drinking always seemed to make 
her horny and tonight was no exception. She reached 
under her skirt and gently stroked herself for a few 
seconds but then quickly withdrew her hand as she heard 
Michael approaching.

Michael walked towards her, leaned over and kissed her 
on the mouth. Annie reacted immediately by sticking her 
tongue in his mouth and he responded in kind. The two 
locked in this embrace for twenty seconds or so while 
Michael placed his hand inside her blouse and fondled 
her breasts over her black bra. His touch titillated 
Annie and she could feel herself starting to get moist 
in her crotch.

Straightening up, Michael said "why don’t you get a 
little more comfortable" and with that, gently removed 
her blouse by pulling it up and over her head. He was 
please to note that she offered no resistance 
whatsoever. 

He stared at her firm breasts framed by the lacy push 
up bra and admired what he saw. Annie took this as her 
cue and abruptly sat up, unzipped her skirt and let it 
fall in a heap at her feet. She raised one foot and 
then with the other, kicked the tiny miniskirt across 
the floor.

She now stood before him clad only in her black sexy 
lingerie. Michael could feel an erection starting to 
mount as he gazed at the seductive young woman, clad 
only in black bra, thong, garter belt, nylon stockings 
and stiletto pumps gyrating before him.

"My dear" he said, "it appears I may be a wee bit 
longer than I anticipated and I fear you might get 
antsy and want to leave. So I thought maybe I would 
take a few precautions to assure myself that you will 
still be waiting when I complete my tasks."

Annie looked at him quizzically, wondering exactly what 
he meant.

Michael was pulling something from the desk drawer and 
Annie felt a twinge of excitement as well as 
apprehension when she recognized the object as a piece 
of cotton rope about four feet long. "Adult games 
between two consenting adults can be fun, don’t you 
think?" he said as he walked toward her. "I thought I 
would just lightly tie your hands so that you wouldn’t 
get any ideas about getting dressed and leaving if I 
took longer than expected. You don’t mind, do you?" 

That last statement had deflected any idea of objecting 
that she might have had. A response of "Yes I do mind" 
would likely kill the mood and make him think she was a 
prude so she responded by saying "No, I don’t mind at 
all. My boyfriend likes to tie me up but he’s so 
selfish about it. He leaves me like that way too long 
before letting me go. Besides, it’ll be fun thinking 
about how he’d go crazy if he knew someone else was 
tying me up. So okay! But don’t make them too tight.

"Delicious," he said. "Lean back on the arm of the 
couch and put your wrists together, palm to palm." 
Annie quickly complied as he took the length of rope 
and wrapped it around her wrists three times before 
cinching it with two more wraps between her wrists. He 
tied the knot at the top, well out of the reach of her 
fingers.

"There, that’s not too tight is it?" Annie tested her 
bonds and was surprised that although they held her 
wrists fast, they caused no pain. "No" she said. They 
are definitely tight enough to keep me from getting 
loose but not so tight to cut off my circulation. You 
certainly know what you’re doing. You’ve done this 
before, haven’t you? Michael gave her a smirky smile 
and said only "Yes, once or twice."

Michael left the room, picking up his cell phone as he 
disappeared into the bedroom. Annie once again tested 
the ropes holding her wrists but felt no slack. She 
trusted him but she was now at his mercy. For a brief 
moment, she thought to herself that she could still get 
out of there but would have trouble explaining her 
predicament. She also would be unable to get dressed 
with her hands tied behind her back. She quickly 
dismissed the idea and leaned back on the couch 
awaiting the return of the handsome stranger.

The minutes seemed like hours and Annie was started to 
get perturbed. In reality, it had only been two or 
three minutes but she wanted to get things rolling.

Almost as if on cue, Michael reappeared in the room. 
Standing over her, he told her "My apologies my sweet 
but things are a little more complicated with my 
partners than I anticipated. I’ll be just a few minutes 
more." 

Reaching into his back pocket, he produced another 
length of rope. Annie’s eyes widened as she spied it 
and asked what he was doing. He responded by saying 
that it was obvious she could still leave with only her 
hands tied so he wanted a little more insurance that 
she would stay. That would come in the form of some 
ankle ties. Annie was a little more concerned now but 
still in her drunken state and reluctantly agreed. She 
lifted her stocking clad legs to assist him as he wound 
the cord around her ankles, slightly tighter than the 
rope on her wrists and then cinched them in between 
with two wraps and a tight knot to finish it.

Michael ran his fingers up and down her legs, stroking 
her stockings and garter straps and admiring how 
incredibly alluring she looked in this rather mild 
state of bondage. Annie tested her wrist and ankle 
bonds again but as before, she realized she was for all 
intents and purposes, helpless and at the mercy of a 
man she had only just met minutes earlier.

Bending at the waist, Michael slipped his arms under 
her upper legs and back and lifted her into a sitting 
position, her bound ankles dangling off the edge of the 
couch. He continued his fondling of her body, rubbing 
his hands on her breasts, between her legs and over the 
incredibly smooth surface of her stockings. The straps 
from the garter belt were doing their job of holding 
her nylons tight and wrinkle free.

Now he was unzipping his pants and pulling his erect 
penis out and presenting it to her just a scant few 
inches from her lips. Annie recognized her cue and 
moved her mouth on to his erect member and began to 
suck. 

Gently at first, then slightly faster as she felt him 
harden even further. She knew what she was doing. She’d 
done this before. With her hands tied, it required more 
skill but she was equal to the task.

His cock was now fully erect and his thrusts were 
pushing all the way to the back of her throat. He was 
well-endowed and Annie was taking all she could handle. 
She wanted his dick inside her pussy. Withdrawing from 
her mouth, Michael pulled his pants down, deftly and 
quickly untied her ankles and then yanked off her tiny 
black thong, leaving it dangling around one of her 
ankles. He then spread her legs with his hands and 
entered her, almost in one continuous motion. Annie 
wrapped her legs around his lower back and the two of 
them began a simultaneous pumping motion. Michael could 
feel her nylon sheathed legs on his back as she writhed 
beneath 

him. Oh how she wished her hands were not tied behind 
her. She longed to grab hold of his ass and pull him in 
even further but she was rebuked by the ropes on her 
wrists. She felt some pain from the ropes chafing her 
but this was sufficiently offset by the cushiness of 
the sofa and her oncoming orgasm. At long last, they 
both climaxed. Michael’s body stiffened and finally 
fell limp on top of Annie.

After a few seconds, Michael withdrew from her pussy, 
his cock still wet and dripping cum as he replaced it 
in his trousers. Annie lay on the couch with her legs 
spread, her pussy framed by the nylons and garter belt 
but still with her hands tied behind her. Her breasts 
were heaving and threatened to escape her bra with each 
breath she took.

"I’m not through with you yet little lady," he said. "I 
still have one last thing to attend to before we are 
finished." This was music to Annie’s ears because she 
had always been multi-orgasmic. Once was never enough 
for her. As she listened, she was somewhat surprised to 
see Michael pulling her panties back on her. Carefully, 
he positioned the thong in the crack of her ass and 
caressed her pussy with his middle finger, knowing she 
was still quite sensitive. He felt her wince at his 
touch as he did so.

Michael then grabbed the discarded ankle rope and took 
hold of both of Annie’s legs. Before she could say a 
word, he had once again, tightly tied and cinched them 
at the ankles. Annie eyed him quizzically but said 
nothing. She was feeling that this was still part of 
"his scene" and things had gone well so far. She 
grinned at him and seductively licked her lips with her 
tongue to convey her quiet approval.

Michael bent down to Annie and said "Open Wide." 
Thinking he was about to stick his tongue in her mouth, 
she complied. Suddenly, the unexpected happened! "Oh My 
God" she thought. "What the hell is this?" Michael had 
produced a red ball gag and was forcing it into Annie’s 
open mouth. Before she could say a word, the ball had 
been positioned behind her teeth and Michael was 
tightening the leather strap behind her head. He pulled 
the strap excruciatingly tight so that it could go no 
further into her mouth and there was no chance for her 
to dislodge it.

"MMMMMPPPPHHH!" she screamed but only a muffled sound 
was audible. Her eyes now completely widened with the 
deer in the headlight look, Annie was now in a state of 
panic. "What have I gotten myself into" she thought. 
She twisted and bucked in her bonds but it was simple 
for Michael to keep her prone on the couch. "MMPPPPH" 
once again and her eyes implored him for an 
explanation.

Here she was in her sexiest black lingerie, bound and 
gagged in the room of a complete stranger with no idea 
of his intentions and no one knowing where she is. She 
started to squirm even harder now, kicking her stocking 
clad legs, enhanced by the ankle strap stilettos.

Michael now held a short length of rope in his hand. A 
diabolic grin came over his face as he explained "You 
know my sweet, here we have a two foot piece of plain 
cotton rope that looks for the entire world as 
something very simple, obscure and quite worthless. But 
when put to proper use, it can be extremely useful and 
incredibly effective as a means of restraint. In this 
case, as a hogtie" Annie screamed through the gag but 
was once again stifled by the red ball jammed in her 
mouth. "HOGTIE" she thought. "MY GOD, he’s going to 
hogtie me."

And with that, Michael roughly rolled her over on her 
stomach and in the blink of an eye, had tied one end of 
the rope around her wrist bonds. Grabbing her ankles, 
he forced them up toward her wrists and then just as 
roughly, tied the loose end around the cinch knot 
between her ankles.

Annie rolled on her side facing him. She was now 
hogtied, totally helpless, ball gagged in her most 
seductive black lingerie and now, in fear for her life. 
What were his intentions? With her body in the hogtie, 
the black straps of her garter belt were now stretched 
to their limit. The nylons were tight and without a 
hint of a wrinkle, all courtesy of the restrictive 
hogtie she was forced to endure. "Now what do I do?" 
she thought.

Back in the room, Tim was beginning to worry. It has 
been almost an hour and no sign of Annie. His mind 
wandered and he considered for a moment that she might 
be carrying on with one of the men they’d seen in the 
bar. 

Perhaps she had even left with one of them. He had no 
idea how right he was.He picked up the phone and called 
the lounge. Ten Rings. No answer. He decided to give 
her another 15 minutes before going down to fetch her. 
"Crazy Bitch" he thought as he turned on CNN Europe.

Meanwhile in Michael’s suite, Annie was becoming more 
and more distressed. The bonds that once felt so loose 
and almost comfortable were now biting into the flesh 
of her wrists and ankles as a result of the rope used 
to hogtie them together. Beads of sweat started to form 
on her brow and inner thighs as she struggled to find 
some relief. 

She strained to reach the knot binding her ankles but 
Michael had tied it in front and she had no chance of 
reaching it. Drool was dripping from the sides of her 
mouth thanks to the ball gag lodged firmly in her 
mouth. As she struggled, her legs moved in scissor-like 
motion as she tried to find relief from the ankle ropes 
but only succeeded in generating that familiar swishing 
motion that women make when they rub their legs 
together while wearing stockings. She noted that the 
sound was catching Michael’s attention.

Now Michael was back on the phone. This time however, 
he was standing next to Annie as he spoke. Annie hoped 
that the conversation might lend some clue as to what 
he had in mind for her.

"Yeah, I got us a good one this time" he said. "No, no 
problems. In fact it was easier than I could have 
imagined. A real hellcat this one. No. No, that won’t 
be necessary. You just make sure you and Ralphie are 
here by 5:30, got it? Yeah, through the service 
entrance, just like before. No, the maids don’t get 
here until about 6:30. We’ll be long gone by then. I’ll 
finish tying her up and maybe have a little more fun 
with her to pass the time until then. Okay then, 
Cheerio"

"Finish tying her up???" Annie couldn’t believe her 
ears. How much more did he need to tie her? She was 
already helpless. 

It became clear soon enough for already, Michael had 
returned to the desk, grabbed several more lengths of 
cord and was rapidly approaching her with that same 
sardonic look on his face. "Need to finish the job 
sweetheart. We can’t be half assed here can we?’

Taking an eight foot length of cord, he pushed Annie 
onto her side and proceeded to wrap the rope around her 
legs at the point where the darker band of her nylons 
started. He was much rougher now than before and he 
pulled the ends tight as she screamed into the gag. The 
walls were so thick in the hotel and the gag so 
effective that there was no chance for someone to hear 
her muffled pleas. 

Now Michael finished her leg bondage by looping the 
ends between her legs to cinch them and forcefully 
tying the knot off on top, again out of the reach of 
her fingers. The ropes made an appealing contrast to 
her dark nylons and Michael admired his work as he 
realized how lucky he was to have found someone who 
dressed so seductively voluntarily.

Continuing his task, he wound several loops of cord 
around her arms, three loops above her breasts and 
three below. Pulling them tight, he looped the ends 
over her shoulders and under her arms, taking them in 
opposite directions behind her back. Then, He looped 
the loose ends around each arm above the elbow and 
pulled her elbows together till they almost touched. He 
then knotted the ends together. Annie’s breasts, 
covered only by the lacy black bra, were forced out and 
up and she knew he loved this as much as she hated it. 
The pain was almost unbearable. How could she ever stay 
like this for three more hours?

She was now captive in her sexiest black underwear, 
bound hand and foot, knees and arms, hogtied and ball-
gagged in the room of a man she knew nothing about. And 
she had come there of her own free will. There couldn’t 
possibly be a worse situation for a girl to find 
herself in.

Wrong again! Michael had one last length of rope in his 
hands. "What’s possibly left to tie" she thought. Just 
as she contemplated this thought, Michael surprised her 
by reaching behind her and untying the hogtie. Annie 
was so grateful for the slight bit of relief and had 
hoped that this was a portent of things to come. It was 
to be a portent but not in the way she had hoped. 
Michael had removed the hogtie because he had a better 
idea for Annie’s restraint.

This final piece of rope looked to be about twenty feet 
in length. Annie watched as he folded it in half and 
wondered to herself what he could have in mind. Her 
curiosity was quickly clarified as Michael took the 
looped end and wrapped it around her waist. Annie was 
whimpering and begging through the gag while watching 
him work. Michael then took the loose ends of the rope 
and threaded them through the looped end and cruelly 
yanked them tight. The rope dug into her tiny waist as 
he cruelly pulled. 

Then, with incredible speed, he pulled the two loose 
ends down between her legs, between the lips of her 
pussy and rolling her over, tied one of the loose ends 
to her wrist bonds. The other, he looped over the cinch 
knot on her wrists and, pulling her ankles once again 
back toward her rear end, he tied it off to the cinch 
knot on her ankles. She was now once again effectively 
hogtied with a crotch rope.

Any attempt by Annie to gain relief only resulted in 
the crotch rope being pulled even tighter into her 
crack and taking her tiny little thong along with it. 
Resigning herself to her predicament and in spite of 
the constant ache of the stringently tied ropes, Annie 
lay almost motionless on the couch trying to make sense 
of all this and waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Trying to lose his thoughts on the TV program, Tim was 
now starting to get a bad feeling about the current 
state of affairs. Annie had done some strange and 
devious things in the past but this one seemed over the 
top. She had been gone for over an hour and a half and 
something was not right. He decided to do some 
investigating. He hurriedly dressed and headed down to 
the bar to see if she was still there. 

Upon arriving at the bar, Tim was perplexed to find the 
lights out, table wiped down, chairs turned upside down 
on the tables and all the other typical signs that said 
the place was closed for the balance of the night. 

Butterflies formed in his stomach as he was now beyond 
the concerned state. He was now worried that she had 
taken this too far and perhaps had gotten herself into 
a serious situation. His mind raced through all the 
possibilities. Perhaps she had decided to return to the 
Roadhouse. He wouldn’t put it past her. He remembered 
that dressed as she was, she had attracted quite a bit 
of attention from the locals and her sudden 
reappearance at the lounge would likely result in at 
least one if not several men moving in on her. Anything 
was possible with this crazy bitch when she was drunk.

Tim exited the bar and passed through the revolving 
door to the street. Not even the doorman was to be 
found at this ungodly hour. Waiting several minutes, he 
was finally able to flag down a passing cab and set out 
for 

the Roadhouse to test his theory. It was now nearly 
4:00 am and he couldn’t help wonder if the place was 
even still open. European night spots he knew were 
notorious for late hours and most stayed open until 
dawn. Part of him hoped the Roadhouse was of this ilk 
but another part of him had hoped to find it closed. At 
least that way, he would know that she was likely still 
at the hotel….somewhere.

Twenty minutes later, the cab arrived at its 
destination. The place was still teeming with activity. 
The bouncer at the door remembered him from the ruckus 
earlier in the evening but stated quite frankly that 
Annie had not returned. He had been vigilant at his 
station he stated and he would have definitely 
remembered the provocatively dressed little minx. 
Still, Tim wanted more proof and proceeded to question 
the bartenders and cocktail waitresses one by one. His 
inquiries produced the same result – no sign of Annie.

Returning to the waiting taxi, Tim instructed the 
cabbie to return to the hotel as quick as possible. The 
trip to the Roadhouse, the brief investigation and now 
the return back had taken more than an hour and he 
realized that the sun would soon be rising. Entering 
back into the hotel lobby, Tim proceeded to the nearest 
house phone and called the room. He let it ring over a 
dozen times but there was no answer. Thinking possibly 
she had returned but was simply not answering, he took 
the elevator to his floor to see first hand if that was 
indeed the case. 

Tim was disheartened to discover there was no sign of 
Annie in the room, nor was there any evidence that she 
had returned. His thoughts spun out of control. Has 
something sinister befallen her? Has she ventured out 
to a more local bar or lounge? Or has she simply taken 
up with some stranger who happened to be convenient? 
"What do I do now?" he wondered out loud. 

He decided to head back down to the hotel bar to see if 
he could possibly find some evidence of her 
whereabouts. He felt there must be some clue as to 
where she went. Back in the bar area, nothing had 
changed. No activity, no lights, nothing. Suddenly he 
heard a noise from the back room. Hurriedly, Tim ran 
towards the noise which appeared to be coming from the 
storeroom. Once inside, he noticed another door at the 
back of the room that was slightly ajar and could hear 
voices coming from it. Barging through the door, Tim 
encountered three men drinking and having a cigarette. 
He recognized one of them as the bartender from earlier 
in the night. 

The others were hotel workers and the three of them had 
been clandestinely sampling some of the hotels better 
bottles of Scotch. He asked the bartender if he had 
seen Annie return to the bar and was relieved to find 
that she had indeed made an appearance right before 
closing time. 

He was not so pleased to find that she had departed 
with another patron shortly thereafter. Tim pressed on 
for more information. The bartender did not know the 
identity of this "mystery man" but did provide a fairly 
good description of the gent. He couldn’t say for sure 
if they had gone somewhere else but he was fairly 
certain that they had stayed in the hotel because 
they had taken their drinks with them when the left the 
lounge.

While this was all happening, two rather questionable 
looking characters were making their way through an 
exterior door at the rear of the hotel. One of them, 
Ian, was a hotel employee who had left the door 
unlocked at the finish of his shift as a maintenance 
man and the other was the aforementioned Ralphie. They 
were Michael’s accomplices whose task it was to handle 
the dirty work of their ongoing abduction schemes. To 
date, the three of them had managed to secure over a 
dozen women for their clients, all very wealthy French 
and British businessmen or politicians who were willing 
to pay top dollar for their own personal sex slaves. 
These women were to be used as the individuals saw fit 
and then discarded when their owners tired of them. 
Typically, they were to be re-sold into white slavery 
in some Middle Eastern country and made part of the 
erstwhile harem of a 
wealthy Arab.

The lower levels of the hotel were mostly empty at this 
time of the morning. The two moved stealthily through 
the halls to Housekeeping. Once there, they secured a 
large laundry cart and half filled it with dirty towels 
and sheets. Thus prepared, they set out for the 
elevator, making their way towards Suite 500.

Tim was now completely pissed. "That little whore has 
gone off to screw a complete stranger" he thought. Just 
then, the bartender remembered that the man had signed 
for his bar tab and charged it to his room. This was 
great information for Tim for now he had a lead on 
where she might be. Looking through the nights 
receipts, the bartender ascertained that the man in 
question was one Michael Robertson who was occupying 
Suite 500 – coincidentally the Presidential Suite which 
was usually reserved for visiting VIP’s. Tim thanked 
the bartender, slipped him a twenty pound note for his 
trouble and set out for the fifth floor. 

In his mind, Tim debated on what his next move should 
be. He pondered whether to pound on the door and demand 
it be opened or possibly, a soft knock, pretending to 
be room service or some other hotel employee. He was 
still considering his options when he approached the 
door to Suite 500. 

Putting his ear to the door, he listened intently for 
any possible clue to what was transpiring inside. He 
could hear only muffled, unintelligible sounds that 
could possibly be moaning of the orgasmic variety. He 
couldn’t be sure but he could briefly make out the 
sound of a man’s voice. What he could not possibly know 
was that the sounds he was hearing were 

those of Michael letting Annie know the fate that 
awaited her and Annie’s corresponding muffled protests 
through the ball gag that merrily occupied her mouth. 
To someone listening outside, it could just as easily 
have been pillow talk and the animal like moaning of a 
woman in the throes of ecstasy.

Just then, Tim heard the "Ping" of the elevator 
indicating it was stopping at the fifth floor. Not 
wanting to be seen or mistaken for a thief, Tim headed 
for the elevator doors, looking for all the world like 
just another guest 

leaving his room. As he approached, two men emerged 
from the elevator pushing a large laundry cart normally 
used by hotel maids. They were somewhat sinister 
looking men and looked out of place handling a laundry 
cart but they seemed totally detached from his current 
concerns and they passed each other in opposite 
directions as Tim headed for the elevator. Tim took the 
elevator down one floor and then quickly took the 
stairs back up to the fifth floor. Peering through the 
small window in the stairwell door, Tim arrived just in 
time to see the door closing to Suite 500.

This was a curious development he thought for now; 
these two lowlifes appeared to be part of a bigger 
picture. His mind raced along trying to analyze the 
situation. He was now certain there was a connection 
between the man in Suite 500, the two idiots with the 
laundry cart and Annie’s disappearance. Tim exited the 
stairwell and made his way to a door marked Hotel 
Personnel Only. The door was unlocked and he found 
himself in a janitor’s closet. He left the door 
slightly ajar so as to provide himself with a clear but 
clandestined view of Suite 500. Surveying the room, Tim 
found a large pipe wrench that he thought might come in 
handy. He put it in his back pocket and pondered his 
next move, all the while keeping an eye on the door to 
the suite.

Inside, Michael and his two accomplices exchanged 
pleasantries. One of the men asked to see the current 
"prize" and Michael complied by escorting them to the 
couch where Annie lay bound and gagged. She of course 
was powerless to resist whatever they might have in 
mind but she was repulsed by the site of them. Twisting 
and turning, contorting her limbs in an involuntarily 
seductive manner, Annie continued to try and find some 
relief from the tight ropes. Her most private parts 
were now rubbed raw by the tight crotch rope. Her arms 
and legs were numb and every muscle in her body 
strained to seek some advantage over her bondage. She 
would find no such relief any time soon. 

Ian and Ralphie ran their hands over Annie’s bound 
form, first feeling her stockinged legs, then her 
breasts straining to escape the tiny bra and finally, 
poking and prodding her pussy dissected by the crotch 
rope. Annie was repulsed and terrified but could offer 
no resistance. In a final indignity, Ralphie stuck his 
finger between the two crotch ropes and flicked her 
clitoris several times to see her reaction. Annie 
bucked her pelvis as she felt his touch and tried to 
move away but was stifled by the hogtie. 

"Let’s get going" Ian said as he pulled on one of her 
garter straps and smiled as it painfully snapped on 
Annie’s leg.

Ralphie had already started emptying the laundry cart, 
dumping the towels and sheets on the floor. As he 
finished, Michael moved toward Annie as she 
instinctively tried to retreat. Quickly and easily 
Michael lifted her from 
the couch. As he did, every rope on Annie’s body 
tightened even more. In particular, the crotch rope, 
attached to her ankles dug even deeper into her pussy 
from the weight of her feet pulling on it. The tiny 
thong provided no measure of protection for her and 
Annie screamed as loud as she could. The result was 
once again, a predictable but greatly muffled 
MMMPPPPHHHHH!

Her movements were completely restricted by the tight 
and complete bondage Michael had put her in and she 
could not put up any kind of fight as he lifted her 
into the laundry cart and laid her on her side at the 
bottom. 

Annie was now feeling that this was her past chance for 
freedom. She was not going to go quietly. Despite the 
tightness of the ropes, she began to thrash her body 
violently back and forth. With the ball gag stifling 
her 
protests, she was making as much noise as humanly 
possible and Michael was understandably concerned. With 
Annie kicking and bucking so wildly, it would be 
difficult to get her down to the waiting van without 
attracting the attention of any one who might pass 
them.

But Michael was prepared for this. Experience was with 
him for this type of thing had happened in his prior 
abductions. He quickly retrieved a stun gun from his 
briefcase and in a millisecond, zapped Annie at the 
base of her spine with it, sending 80,000 volts of 
electricity into her body. Annie stiffened briefly, 
spasmed for a second or two and then fell silent. 
Michael gazed upon the helpless female, checked her 
pulse to assure she was otherwise okay and then 
realizing they had only a few minutes before Annie 
would regain mobility, quickly piled the sheets and 
towels on top of her in final preparation for her 
transport.

Tim had grown anxious waiting in the utility room and 
decided it was time to make a move. Almost simultaneous 
to him starting down the hall towards the suite, the 
door opened and out came Ralphie and Ian with the cart. 

Tim decided to play the part of the early rising guest 
coming back from morning coffee. Ian and Ralphie 
appeared to be laboring in their attempt to push the 
cart. Something was not right here Tim thought and why 
are they coming out of a private suite.

As they came side by side, the two men were obviously 
keeping a close eye on Tim. Tim broke the ice by saying 
a cheerful "Good Morning" in an attempt to put them at 
ease. Annie was barely conscious but heard the voice 
that sounded vaguely likes Tim’s. She mustered up every 
last ounce of effort and at that very moment, 
underneath the sheets and towels, Annie let out an 
almost inaudible moan. Ian and Ralphie both heard the 
noise and were certain Tim had as well. They were 
right. 

Tim had heard it but was uncertain of where it had come 
from and what it was. At the same time, Tim had glanced 
down at the cart as it passed and something caught his 
eye. It was a portion of a foot and the heel of a 
stiletto sticking out from under a towel. He felt a 
rush of adrenalin as he noticed the reinforced heel of 
a nylon stocking in the shoe. "It’s Annie" he surmised.

He knew he had to act now and act quickly. His "Good 
Morning" comment had relaxed the men just long enough 
to gain the upper hand. Reaching into his back pocket, 
Tim brought the pipe wrench around in one quick 
forehand motion and smashed Ralphie’s head open at the 
temple. Almost lightning fast, he swung the wrench with 
a backhand and caught Ian flush in the forehead. In 
less than two seconds, both men lay on the hallway 
floor. 

The bonecrushings had made very little noise but 
Michael was still standing inside the suite near the 
door and heard something that caught his attention. 
Michael made the mistake of opening the door just side 
enough to look out and Tim was ready for him. Tim used 
a karate style kick to smash the door back against 
Michaels face, knocking him backwards on the floor of 
the suite. Rushing inside, Tim finished him off with a 
vicious kick between the legs and he stood and watch 
amused as Michael passed out on the floor in front of 
him. 

The three perpetrators now disabled and unconscious, 
Tim turned his attentions to the laundry cart. He 
removed the sheets and towels and found himself staring 
at a bound and gagged Annie wearing only her most 
seductive black lingerie. Annie was starting to regain 
her faculties and only now realized she was being 
rescued by the man she had abandoned earlier in the 
evening. Though only semi-conscious, she felt relief, 
gratitude and regret for having put herself in such a 
tenuous situation.

She watched as Tim pulled the cart with her still in it 
back into the suite. Next, he dragged the unconscious 
bodies of Raphie and Ian into the suite as well and 
then closed the door behind him. Still lying at the 
bottom of the cart, Annie could not see what Tim was 
doing but she knew that he had saved her and that it 
would be only a few seconds before he would free her 
from her stringent bonds. She wanted so bad to be free 
from the burning confines of the ropes and to feel her 
circulation return to her limbs. She would give Tim the 
blow job of his life in a show of gratitude when this 
was all over.

But still, relief had not come. She was confused about 
Tim’s whereabouts. She was perplexed by why he had not 
yet untied her.

At long last however, Tim appeared at the cart. He had 
a half-smile, half-frown look on his face. Annie had 
seen this look before. It was the look of someone who 
liked what he saw but was at the same time, very angry. 
Tim bent over and picked Annie up out of the cart. Even 
though the circumstances were different, the pull of 
the ropes and the strain on her body was the same as 
when Michael had lifted her into it. But she endured 
the pain and discomfort for she knew her ordeal was 
almost over. 

Tim carried her to the couch, the spot of her 
indignities earlier in the evening, and unceremoniously 
dumped her on it, letting her free fall the last foot 
or so. Every rope tightened once again as she landed 
with a soft thump on the brown leather.

Tim surveyed the room and saw her tiny skirt lying in 
the corner and her black silk top in a crumbled heap at 
the base of the sofa. Looking down at her, Tim said 
"You really got yourself into something this time, 
didn’t you?" 

Annie could only look up at him and use her eyes to 
implore him to set her free. With tears in her eyes, 
she attempted her most contrite look as if to say "I’m 
sorry. Please untie me." But Tim was less than 
impressed. He was indeed quite angry with her and felt 
that she needed to be taught a lesson.

Tim casually walked to the bar where he noticed 
Michael’s stun gun. Taking it in one hand, he 
approached Annie and smiled to himself as he saw her 
eyes widen to the size of silver dollars anticipating 
that he would use the gun on her. She tried to 
straighten up as far as the ropes would allow in 
attempt to distance herself from the stun gun.

"Relax", Tim said. "I’m not going to use this on you 
even though you deserve it." And with that, he 
proceeded to zap each of the three unconscious men in 
their upper torsos. "That should keep them for a while" 
he explained as he turned toward the bar area.

"Now you just relax there for a minute. I’ve got 
something to take care of" he said as he left the room.

Annie had been hogtied and ball gagged for almost four 
hours now and she didn’t think she could last another 
minute. She tried to yell at Tim through the gag but 
the ball did its job to perfection, stifling all but 
the most guttural of sounds from escaping her mouth.

A minute or two later, Tim emerged from the other room. 
Walking over the Annie, he gave her right breast a 
painful squeeze and sat down on the couch next to her. 
"I just called Scotland Yard and explained that we had 
a situation here. They’ll be sending over a couple of 
detectives to check things out. But you know," he 
continued, "we have to preserve the evidence, preserve 
the crime scene so I’m afraid I’ll have to leave you as 
I found you until they arrive. 

"I’m sure they will want to take pictures, examine all 
the evidence, fingerprints, etc. You know, make sure 
they cross all the T’s and dot all the I’s. So you’ll 
just have to stay tied up as you are until they arrive 
and they give me the go-ahead to untie you. Oh, and one 
last thing babe, I told them it was a robbery attempt 
but that everything was under control so they could 
just take their time getting here. I figure they won’t 
be more than an hour, hour and a half tops. So like I 
said, relax and make the best of it. It won’t be long 
now."

Annie was now totally bewildered. Her fate was a result 
of her own stupid actions and now, Tim was enjoying her 
predicament. She let her eyes wander around the room 
thinking to herself how stupid she had been to allow 
herself to get put into such a situation. She looked 
down at her bound form and twisted herself slightly to 
gain some semblance of comfort. 

She looked at her black bra, thong, garter belt, nylons 
and stiletto heels, all contrasting vividly with the 
white cotton ropes binding her at ankles, wrists, 
thighs, arms and the crotch rope bisecting her pussy 
lips. She knew she looked incredibly seductive and that 
her current fate was largely of her own making. She 
laid back and resigned herself to accept her 
punishment. She knew there would be even more hell to 
pay when she and Tim got back to their own room. She 
also knew she would have to grin and bear it.

As she was contemplating her dilemma, Tim had found the 
minibar and was treating himself to a beverage. "Wow, 
check this out" he said to Annie as he opened a split 
of champagne. "This place has everything!"

END

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