Gianna's Abduction Part 1 of 4

(This is a short story for the bondage model Gianna Love. If you search the clips4sale site, you be able to find plenty of media with her in.)

It was another tedious Friday of serving customers at the department story where Gianna Love worked, and she waited at the counter in her black high-heeled stiletto shoes, fishnet stockings, mid-thigh length mini skirt and tight white long-sleeved blouse, as another customer looked around the shelves. Nothing ever remotely interesting every happens in this place, all I get to do is serve the people who come in or answer a few questions, because they didn’t bother to look at the instructions on the boxes. Where’s the man to sweep me off my feet, throw me over his horse and carry me off to his tent where he ties me up and ravishes me. When there were no customers in her area of the department store, Gianna passed the time by reading one of her so-called romantic fiction books which entailed the heroine always getting kidnapped and being made love to, and she had been surprised last Tuesday by one of the store managers, a black-haired green-eyed rather rugged man by the name of Richard.

“What on earth are you reading? Surely no lady would what that to happen to her?” John had said from behind Gianna, and because the woman had been so engrossed in the story that she hadn’t heard him approach, she ended up jumping on the spot when she heard him speak. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, but should you be reading stories like that? After all, no lady in her right mind would want to end up in that kind of situation.”

“At least it would be better than having to work in this department. Because there are so few people coming in to purchase anything, there is only the need for one person and I get bored out of my skull.”

“I know, Gianna, but these are expensive items and you always manage to secure a sale. I’ve tried to get the other managers to arrange a rotation of staff but they just see dollar signs as no other girl brings in the income that you do here. At least the commission is good.”

“John, I’d give all of that up for just one adventure. It’s a pity these books are just fiction, I’d give anything for someone to kidnap me, tie me up and take complete advantage of me sexually.”

“Be careful what you wish for, as it could end up happening. Real life is quite different from the fantasy in a story, and you wouldn’t want to end up being abducted for real.”

“Right then, I wish I wish some guy would kidnap me and keep me as his sexual captive for as long as he wants.” Gianna said, although the smile on her face suggested that she was only doing this to tease the manager.

“You should be careful about tempting fate, there might be someone out that who is planning your kidnapping and you really wouldn’t want to end up in his hands. Anyway, I have to get back to my office and I’ll try to get you moved out of here again, at least for a while. If not I’ll try to arrange something special in recompense for you having to be stuck here.”

That wish on Tuesday was all for nothing. Still a lady can hope for some excitement and romance in her life. Here comes another customer who looks like she is interested in buying a perfume that is totally unsuitable for her. At least I can prevent her from making such a bad mistake The other occasional visitors were helped in the same way by Gianna, who wished that the day could move along faster so that she could go home and read some more of her latest book.

At last, the alarm sounded for eight o’clock and Gianna made sure that everything was ready for the weekend staff, so that they could start when the store opened on Saturday morning. Two days without having to do this soul destroying job. Perhaps during the weekend I’ll find Mr Right and he can become my personal kidnapper. After the lady had prepared the counter for tomorrow, she left the store on her own as her situation made it impossible to socialise with any of the other ladies while she was at work and as usual took the short cut through a quiet area of the town back to her apartment.

October was much warmer than normal this year, so Gianna had no need of a coat and the only extra item she carried was her handbag as she walked through the back alley. On most nights, she used to fantasise about men lurking in dark corners who would take her captive, but this day had been such a drain on her mind that she just wanted to get home and have a good soak in the bath. While she was going down one street, however, she noticed that there was a large black van parked with the side door next to the sidewalk. That looks just like the typical kidnap van you see in movies. If it was any other evening I would probably take a chance and walk right on by, but I really want to get some rest tonight.

As Gianna approached the van, she kept an eye out for the side doors while listening for any activity inside the vehicle and she kept her head turned to maintain her attention, which meant that she did not see the shadow step out of the narrow side alley…

Before the woman even realised what was happening to her, she was pushed face down to the sidewalk with such force that she was winded and the first thing that she noticed was someone was sitting on her back, pinning her arms to her side. Gianna’s hands were brought together behind her back and she felt something being looped around her crossed wrists, just before a rapid rasping noise occurred at the same time as a sharp pain in her wrists. While the captive was trying to get her breath back, the person had moved down to her upper legs and there was the sound of a second zip-tie which went around her ankles, which was accompanied by the plastic biting into her skin.

Oh shit, you’re tying me up! GET OFF ME! By this time, the bound woman had recovered enough to start struggling underneath her captor and she felt that she would be able to scream for help now that her breath was back.

“SOMEONE HEL-“ This act of hers proved to be a mistake as she didn’t realise what the person was doing, until her cry was cut off when a large spherical object was forced between her teeth into her mouth which forced her tongue back. There was a different rasping sound and before Gianna could get her wits about her enough to scream again, tape was placed over her mouth before it was taken around her head and over her mouth six times, before the strip was torn off the roll. Please, just take the money I have in my purse and go! I’ll even give you the PIN to my bank cards if you’ll just leave me here! She could feel pressure around her legs just below her knees which was another zip-tie and this was pulled so tight that the sharp edges of the plastic bit into her legs, but worse was yet to come. Her elbows were pulled close together before another plastic strip was taken around the top of her forearms and as this was secured, it felt to her as if her elbows were crushed together.

As the helpless lady struggled in her captivity, she looked up in fear as the person who had restrained her walked around to her front, and she could see that it was a man who was covered from head to toe in black, including gloves and a hood with tinted glass over the eyes. He put his hands under her upper arms and she emitted a muffled scream as he dragged her to the side door of the van, with her struggling and kicking as she was pulled over the rough surface of the sidewalk. No, stop, just let me go! Once Gianna was beside the door, it was slid open by the man who took hold of the lady’s arms once more and she was half-lifted, half-dragged into the vehicle with no consideration given to her comfort.

After the bound woman was inside, the man closed the side door and lifted the captive’s legs up so that her heels could be pressed against her bottom, before looping a zip-tie around her legs wrist and ankle bonds. When this was pulled tight, Gianna realised that she had been left in a strict hogtie and any struggling just increased the pain that she felt in her wrists and ankles.

“That was very easy.” The man said, and the helpless lady noticed that he must have been using some kind of buzzing device which helped to disguise his voice. “I expected it to be much more difficult to catch a whore such as yourself, but it proved to be so simple in the end.”

You’ve referred to me as a whore, which means that you are planning to-, OMG NO! Gianna gave out muffled screams as she struggled with all of her might on the floor of the van, even though this acted as a form of self-torture with her bonds digging deeper into her flesh.

“I see that you have a lot of spirit and that this will give me a lot of fun. The only thing that is more fun than seeing a lady who is so feisty, is breaking them so that they are turned into a compliant sex slave. Struggle all you want, the only result will be that you will tire out that much faster and be easier to handle.”

Sex slave? You’re kidnapping me to use as your own sex-slave? When the kidnap victim heard these comments, the fight against her restraints became even more frenzied as she understood the full extent of her predicament.

“I would like to have some fun with you right now, but there is always the chance of being discovered so I will wait until you are in your new home. Before I retrieve your handbag from the sidewalk and drive, I will tell you this.”

“You have three wonderful holes in your body, and once you are in your cell, it won’t be long before I will make use of all of them for my personal pleasure. Also, I will make sure that you will be begging for me to take you in each hole before I fill it. I will have a lot of fun with tormenting your helpless body, but when I grow tired of you, a second-hand slut who is broken in is worth a lot of money to other people. I will not give you my real name, but if you need something to use, just think of me as Adam.” The side door was opened, and the man who named himself Adam left the van, closing the door behind him with Gianna lying hogtied on the floor as she took in what was going to happen to her.

You are going to violate my body in any way that you possibly can and when you are finished with me, I will be sold off to someone else who will do the same thing. This is what my life is going to be like from now on! As the woman was overcome with the terror of her predicament, she sobbed on the floor on the van with the knowledge that her fantasies of being kidnapped were as far as possible from reality. There was no handsome man on a white horse tying her up with silk scarves, no gentle gagging with a cloth and there instead of being made love to, her future was going to consist of violation and torture with her wondering how long it would be before she would beg her captor to put her out of her misery.

I must have been insane to wish on Tuesday that I wanted to be kidnapped, as this is what happens, not some fairytale romance where the woman falls in love with her kidnapper. You sound like the kind of person who is going to delight in making my life a living hell!

While Gianna continued in her furious fight against her bonds, she noticed that her strength was beginning to weaken and that soon she would have no other choice but to lie there defeated. If I tire myself out with this constant effort, there will be nothing left in reserve if I do get a chance to escape, so I should rest and save my energy. Perhaps Adam will think that I have already surrendered and he may let his guard down, which could give me the opportunity that I need. Just a few seconds after the hogtied lady decided to cease her struggles , the door to the driver’s seat opened and Adam entered the van carrying the lady’s handbag.

“Nobody saw what happened and there doesn’t seem to be any sign of law enforcement officers, so it could be a little while before anyone realises that you are missing.” He said as he closed the door and started up the engine.

A little while? I keep to myself during the weekends and no one ever contacts me, so the first that anyone will know that I have been kidnapped will be at noon on Monday when I fail to turn up for work. By that time the trail will be cold and you will have got away with abducting me.

As the van pulled away from the sidewalk, Gianna started to feel every little bump in the road through the floor of the vehicle, and although she tried to do what happens in movies or books where the heroine picks up on sounds as clues, the victim realised that this was as fanciful as everything else. Although the helpless woman had no means of measuring time, it felt to her as if she had been travelling for more than an hour when the vehicle halted for just a few seconds before a final forward movement that lasted about the same length of time.

We must have come to a stop then. Maybe he’ll change his mind about what he wants to do to me. After all, if he had no qualms about keeping me and then selling me off, why would he bother with the disguise? There would be no chance if me ever being a witness against him, so knowing what he looks and sounds like does not matter in the slightest. Is there another reason why you are keeping your identity from me?

Adam left his seat and stepped into the rear part of the van where Gianna was lying down before he opened the toolbox and retrieved a long bladed knife which caused the damsel to struggle in her bonds. “Oh, don’t be such an idiot, whore. I have no intention of cutting you up as you are too valuable to me in one piece, and damaged goods are impossible to sell.” Out of the corner of her left eye, Gianna could see him leaning over her and after a swift motion with the knife, her ankles were released from her feet and she could stretch out her legs on the floor of the van. “Now to get you out of here and take you to your nice little kidnap cell.” She was grabbed by the arms before she was dragged over the sliding door, and she was placed in a sitting position with the tips of her feet almost touching the door.

When the door was pulled open, Gianna could see that she was inside a garage which explained why he the van had stopped for a few seconds before the final movement. You must have used some kind of automatic opening device while you approached your house, so you have even denied me a brief moment outside when I could have called for help..

“I’m going to help you outside the van and put you on your feet, as you are going to hop to your new home, or should I say prison, under your own power. All you need to do is follow the signs.” Adam took hold of Gianna’s feet which were pulled so that she was dragged until her legs or out of the doorway, and he went behind her so that her could left her up using her waist until she was standing outside of the black van. When she turned her head to the right, she could see the open door that must lead from the garage to the main house, and she saw the sign with the arrow which read “This way to the Slut’s Cell.” Even though the woman was terrified of what was going to happen to her, this did not prevent her from getting angry at noticing the sign and being expected to just hop along quietly to her fate.

You bastard, you fucking bastard! If you think that I am going to be some meek little lamb that is going to be trotted off to the slaughterhouse without so much as a bleat, you are very much mistaken. You have made a mistake when you said that you wouldn’t use that knife on me, as this means I know what your limits are, and even though I may fail in the end, you are going to have to make me submit by force to anything that you want. These delays may only be small victories, but at least it’ll be better than nothing.