Dominated by DNA Part 21

Sara cringed as the car pulled to a stop in front of her. Chloé’s actually going to do it. I’m going to be taken to James’s house, bound and gagged inside a luggage case! I daren’t try to escape, or even call for help, just in case I really am discovered. A door opened and a female voice said “Would you like me to help you with your cases?”

“No thank you.” Chloé answered “I would just like the ramp extended so that the large case can be wheeled up. The item inside is heavy and fragile, and my friend James only trusts me to move it.”

I’ve never been described as heavy and fragile before, but I suppose that Chloé said that to dissuade the driver from handling it. Sara noticed that she was moving slowly up a ramp. “That sure looks heavy enough,” the taxi driver said “Have you got a dead body in there?”

“No, I actually have a beautiful woman who is tightly bound and gagged in the case, and I am taking her with me to spend the weekend with myself and my boyfriend.” Chloé answered. No! You told the driver that I’m in here! She’ll want to check for herself and I will be so embarrassed from this! Sara managed to suppress her fear and waited for the moment when the case would be opened.

She was relieved when she heard the driver laugh “Well, that’ll teach me to be so nosy. I’ll remember not to be so curious next time.” Sara had stopped moving and she heard the doors closed. “Is it the same destination, James’s house?”

“Oui, and could you please drive carefully, I just want to make sure that the item gets there in one piece.” Chloé answered.

“Certainly, I’ll make sure that your ‘captive’ has a smooth ride.” Sara felt the gentle acceleration of the vehicle as it left the parking area. I hope that all of the trip will be gentle, as I don’t want to end up on my side.

The journey only took ten minutes and it was quiet and uneventful, although it seemed like an hour to Sara who was constrained and confined in the luggage case. The taxi came to a halt, the doors opened, and Sara was moved down the ramp onto the pavement. “Goodbye, and I hope you use us soon.”

“Thank you, I will.”

The vehicle drove away and Chloé said “We are all alone on the street, my pretty captive so there is no one to save you now.”

That means that I won’t be exposed or discovered! I’ll be able to act up! Sara struggled as hard as she could in the case, emitting “Mmphs!” and “Nophs!” through her gagged mouth.

“Struggling is useless my bound blonde, you are my captive, and you will remain so for the entire weekend.” Chloé said as she pulled the luggage case over to the door. This is intense, I feel so helpless like this and it does seem like an adventure. Then Sara heard the doorbell ring and she decided to remain still and quiet.

The door opened, and James said “Good morning Chloé, I see you couldn’t persuade Sara to stay with us for the weekend. It’s a pity as I think that she would have enjoyed it.” At this point, Sara struggled as much as she could, and cried out like a damsel in distress. “Sara, is that you in there?” James exclaimed as Sara carried on, playing the role of the helpless captive for all it was worth.

“Oui James, I have kidnapped Sara and she has been transported by taxi. She makes a very nice little case-bound captive, all taped and gagged. I do think that we should take her inside as Sara should not be in this case for any longer than she has to.”

“Yes Chloé, I’ll pull the cases from here and put them in the living room, and could you please get a bottle of water with a straw from the kitchen?” Sara was moving again, and felt herself going over the raised doorway, before travelling a little further and stopping. Hopefully I’m in the living room, and I can soon get out of this case. It has been a fun adventure, but I feel cramped in here, and the air seems to be a little stale. In a minute though, Sara heard a familiar zip sound, a moment later the cover on her left side was removed, and the captive looked up sheepishly at James.

“Did you enjoy your trip? By the way, you do look pretty in pink.” James asked. Sara nodded her head as she blushed. It was scary at first, but I relaxed as it went on. The girl put on a struggle, forgetting that the case only supported her on one side and then she went too far over to the left...

“EEEEPH!” Sara cried as she landed on her left side on the floor. Well, at least I’m out of the case, although that was an unorthodox way of exiting it. She struggled a little more on the floor until Chloé walked back in, holding the bottle and straw.

“Are you okay, Madame Sara?” Chloé asked looking a little concerned. Sara nodded again, blushing a little at her present position.

“Sara struggled a bit too much and she just tipped over to one side. I’m sure that the only thing that’s hurt is her pride.” Chloé handed the bottle and straw to James, and then picked up one of the bags.

“I wish to get changed into something special, so I am going upstairs for a few minutes. Will you please water our captive, while I am out of the room?” Chloé asked.

“Certainly Chloé, I’ll take care of Sara while you change into something more fun.” James answered as he moved the case into a corner and put Sara back into a sitting position on the floor.

Chloé left the room leaving James and Sara together. I hope Sara gives James a kiss for getting her out of the case, she should do that for him. It will be easy to watch over her as she is here, plus we can all have such fun. I cannot wait for James to tie us two ladies together. Chloé entered the bedroom and disrobed completely, before opening up a package that she took out of the bag. This should be very useful, as James will have full access without removing my sweater or tights.

She put the red, ribbed, cotton tights on first, and she carefully positioned the flap that was held in place by two little clasp hooks so that when the time came, James would be able to take full advantage of her. Next to be worn was the red, ribbed, cotton polar-necked sweater, which had two strategically placed clasped flaps on the front. You are going to love my outfit James, and I will love being bound in it. Chloé sat down on the bed for a minute and composed herself for the day ahead...

James knelt down on Sara’s right side and removed the ball-gag, freeing her muffled mouth. “My hero.” She said softly, closing her eyes, tilting her head back and parting her lips slightly. A moment later, there was the gentle pressure of his lips against hers and the moment felt wonderful. This is so sweet, I just hope that Chloé has no problems about you kissing me. Then the kiss stopped, Sara opened her eyes a few moments later, and saw James kneeling there with the bottle with a straw in it being held up to her lips. “Thank you, oh sweet hero.” Sara said, taking the straw in her mouth and sipping the water, a little at a time.

“I’m not your hero, remember, I’m going to be as much your captor as Chloé is.” James explained. “So I’m afraid you are not going to get free.”

“I’m not sure that I want to be free right now, as it is all so enjoyable.” Sara ended her sipping. “But this position does feel a little awkward. Could you please remove the tape that binds my legs to my chest, and wrap it around my ankles and thighs in, what was it, a frog-tie?”

“Sure Sara, I think that the end point must be on your left side, so it I will have to start there.” James stood up, went around to Sara’s left side and started to unwind the tape.

It was then that James noticed the cut on Sara’s left hand, which was covered by the gloves that she wore on Wednesday night. “Sara, what happened to your hand? Did it happen when you were transported here?” he asked with a worried look.

“The cut, oh it’s nothing. All of us Sara’s have ended up with a wound like that when we reach the age of forty. It’s even been nicknamed ‘The Smite Curse’ and Smite is my surname, just in case you were wondering. It has been passed down from mother to daughter since the mid 1820’s, and I am the latest recipient. The major difference to my predecessors is that I have ended up with altered DNA as a result of this.”

James thought for a moment and said “Mother to daughter, and not to any son? Do you mean that it is only females who end up with this?”

“James, from what I know, ever since the 1820’s, every Smite has only given birth to one daughter, who is always called Sara. There have been no sons, and no Smite woman since that time has ever taken a husband.”

“Only daughters and no sons? That is unusual, but why haven’t there been any husbands?”

“There was never been a husband since the last one who murdered an English Gentleman in the 1820’s. When his daughter learned of the shame on her family’s name, she fled to the United States to start a new life, but it seems that the ‘curse’ followed her.” Sara explained.

“Do you know anything about the Gentleman who was murdered?” James asked. “I’m sure that there would be no grudge against your family name by now.”

Sara thought for a moment before speaking “I only know his first name, Horatio. We are taught to remember that his first name is the same as Admiral Nelson’s.”

“How did you get the cut?” James asked.

“Now that is a weird and unusual story in itself.  Do you remember the storm that we had on Sunday night?”

“Yes, it was quite ferocious as I recall.” James answered.

“Well, I had just returned to the kitchen to get another cup of coffee and the lights went out. No, I think that it was darker than that, and it was as if I couldn’t see anything at all, even the lightning. As I groped around, I felt a slight pain in my left hand, and I lifted it to my face. A moment later, the lights came back on and I had this little cut, just behind my knuckles which went across my hand.”

“Is that all, Sara?” James asked.

“This is the strangest thing. After the storm was over, I went to Janet who is my next door neighbour, and I asked her about the blackout. She told me that there had been no blackout during the storm, and that the power had stayed on all of the time. I went back to my apartment and noticed that my microwave was showing the usual time, which meant that the power had been on all the time.”

“That is very unusual.”

“I can only think that instead of the lights going out, I suddenly couldn’t see and that’s how I got cut. The more I think about what happened, the more it seems like something like darkness descended onto me.” Sara shivered.

James chuckled “Maybe it’s Horatio’s shade taking revenge on your family after all these years.”

Sara shivered again at this “James, if it wasn’t for the fact that the cut has landed me in trouble because of my DNA, I would be laughing with you. Given my present situation, however, I’m likely to believe anything.” Sara paused “Could we please get back to what we are supposed to be doing, James? I would like my mind to be taken off thoughts of shadowy ghosts that are bent on revenge.”

James continued to unwrap the tape until Sara was free of it, and then he put her on her back. “It will be much easier to tape your legs together if you are in this position.” He pressed her lower legs so that the heels of her low heeled pumps pushed into her bottom.

“What are you planning to do to Chloé when she comes back downstairs?” Sara asked as James began wrapping the tape around her thighs and ankles.

“I think that she has been very naughty, kidnapping you and transporting you like this, and there is a suitable punishment for naughty girls.” James answered.

“I suspect that her spanking will be more erotic than painful.” Sara commented.

“Well, making someone feel pain, just for the sake of it, is not in my dictionary.” James finished binding Sara’s legs with tape and placed her on her front, facing the doorway and the couch.

“This is the point where I am gagged again, I presume.” Sara opened her mouth wide and waited. James picked up her gag, inserted the ball into her mouth, took the straps around to the back of her head and buckled the gag firmly into place. “MMMMMM.” was the sound emitted by Sara. It seems to have become the standard for me, ending up being bound and gagged wherever I go. At least I can enjoy it now.

James gathered some items and walked up to the living room door. “Are you ready to come down, Chloé?” He called, and then went behind the open door and pushed it to...

Chloé stood up when she heard James call her. This must be the cue for me to go downstairs and be tied up. I wonder what you have in store for me after that, as Sara will be watching us both. Mon Dieu! Even the thought of that is arousing! Chloé made her way out of the bedroom, down the stairs and then stood in front of the living room door. James is probably hiding behind the door, so I will not make it easy for him. Chloé took a deep breath and pushed the door open slowly...

Sara watched as the door moved. Chloé must suspect something, I must do something to distract her. Sara started struggling and “MPH!”-ing as much as she could, acting as if she really was in distress. As soon as the door was wide enough, Chloé saw Sara’s behaviour and rushed up to her, with genuine concern showing on her face. The worried look turned to a puzzled frown as Sara looked at James, stopped struggling and then smiled.

“Merde!” Chloé cried as she was forced to the floor in front of Sara. Moments later, her arms were pinned to her side as James sat astride her, facing her head. As she screamed again, he took a gag out of his pocket and forced the red ball into Chloé’s mouth. Then he pulled the end of the straps around to the back of her head and buckled it securely.

“Now to get to work on your hands and feet, then the rest will be easy.” James turned around on top of Chloé so that he was facing her feet. He took her wrists and placed them in a crossed position in the small of her back. He took a length of rope out of his pockets, wound it vertically and horizontally around her wrists, and then cinched and knotted the rope tightly. He moved further down her body until her was at her legs, took another piece of rope and then firmly wrapped, cinched and knotted her ankles together firmly.

Chloé turned her head to the right, glared at Sara for a moment, and then winked to show that she was okay. That’s good, at least you are not angry with me for fooling you. Oh God, watching you getting placed in bondage is arousing me! James placed Chloé into a sitting position and picked up a long piece of rope with was used to bind Chloé’s arms to her chest, above and below her breast.s This was finished off with the rope cinching the bonds between her arms and body. Another long piece of rope was wrapped around her wrists and her waist, forcing her hands to the back of her body. Chloé was forced into a kneeling position and the rope was taken from her wrists, between her legs and looped over the waist rope at the front. Then a series of knots were placed in the rope, it was threaded between Chloé’s legs again, pulled tight and then knotted off securely at her wrists.

Even seeing Chloé tied this way stoked the flames of Sara’s desire. You are very lucky to have James do that to you.

James caressed the knotted crotch rope and Chloé emitted a delightful sigh. Mon Dieu! This is wonderful, I have never been touched in this way in the presence of Sara and I think this makes it even more powerful. Chloé was carried and made to sit on the right side of the couch, and James picked up three more pieces of rope which he used to bind and cinch Chloé’s legs below and above the knee and at the mid thigh.

Sara’s heart was racing as she looked at the beautiful Frenchwoman who was securely bound and gagged. I feel like I’m going to explode, ad James hasn’t even started spanking Chloé yet. I hope I don’t orgasm just by watching, that would be embarrassing.

James sat down to Chloé’s left and looked at her. “Chloé, you are charged with kidnapping Sara and her illegal transportation. How do you plead?” He asked menacingly.

Chloé shook her head and tried to say not guilty, but she just mumbled through her gag. “So you do not wish to say that you are innocent.” Chloé screamed and shook her head again. “So be it.” James took hold of Chloé and placed her so that she was bent over his lap, and her head was to the left of his body. She struggled but she was easily held down.

Mon Dieu! James is going to do it! He is going to spank me in front of Sara, and there is nothing that I can do to stop him. I am so aroused by this, and by looking at Sara, it seems that she is as well.

“Chloé Badelaine, as you have refused to plead your innocence, you will be punished appropriately for you crimes. You are hereby sentenced to be spanked on the bottom until orgasmed.”

Sara watched as James raised his right hand...

Dominated by DNA Part 20

Chloé woke up, opened her eyes slowly so as to not be blinded by the daylight, and she noticed that the light on the special clock was green again. You must be back to normal Sara, so for the time being, you won’t be causing any unfortunate effects in others. She slowly disentangled herself from her still sleeping captive, walked over to her clothing, removed the teddy dress and dressed in her red sweater and tights.

Walking back to the side of the bed on which Sara was sleeping, she wondered just how fast asleep Sara was. “You are just too tempting to ignore Madame Sara, and I will have to see what I can do to you while you are still asleep.” Chloé saw the sleep mask on the table beside the bed, picked it up and then carefully put it over Sara’s eyes. Sara didn’t stir at all with this and she continued to sleep peacefully. A length of rope was picked up, Chloé tied one end to Sara’s ankles, bent her legs at her knees so that her heels nearly touched her bottom and then tied the other end of the rope to Sara’s chest ropes in the middle of her back.

There was still no response from the sleeping captive at this point, so Chloé decided to see if one more action would awake her. She took hold of the pink ball-gag, carefully opened Sara’s mouth and gently slipped the ball into place. The straps were slowly pulled around to the back of Sara’s neck and then softly buckled, with the helpless woman’s sleep still undisturbed.

Chloé looked at Sara’s alarm clock and noticed that there half an hour before the alarm went off. That noise must be loud if it has to wake you up in the morning. Maybe I should leave you for the alarm to rouse you from your sleep, and then you can find out how helpless I have made you. Anyway, I will just check your wardrobe, as I think I saw something in there yesterday that will be of some use. She walked over to the wardrobe, opened it, saw the particular item and a devious plan started to form in her mind.

She closed the wardrobe and made her way into the kitchen, where she switched on the coffee pot, gathered together some cereal and other breakfast paraphernalia and then took the breakfast items into the living room. The items were put on the coffee table and she went back into the kitchen to put four slices of bread into the toaster.

Maybe I should wake you up now, as the coffee and the toast will be ready before long. After breakfast, we can shower, get dressed and then make our way to James’s house. Chloé went back from the kitchen to the bedroom, switched off the alarm on the clock, walked up to Sara, and then slowly raked her nails along the soles of her captive’s feet.

“MMMMGGGMMMMGGGMMMGGMM!” screamed Sara as she was brought into full wakefulness as she felt. Nonononononononono! She wriggled and squirmed as the relentless tickling of her feet continued. After about thirty seconds it stopped and Sara managed the gather her thoughts. It must be Chloé that’s doing this to me! I’m blindfolded, gagged and hogtied again, and she’s tickling my feet! Sara felt herself being rolled onto her front and she screamed out as the tickling started again. She writhed uncontrollably in her bondage as the tickling spread from her feet to the sides of her body.

Soon the tickling stopped and Chloé asked “Are you awake, Sara?” Sara nodded her head. I am very awake Chloé, as it was impossible to sleep through that torment. A moment later the sleep mask was removed and Sara blinked her eyes to get herself adjusted to the light. “You are a very beautiful sight on the bed Sara, and I wish that you could stay like this but we have to eat breakfast and then prepare to move to James’s house for the weekend.”

The hogtie rope was removed and Sara was helped to her feet by Chloé. “I am going to be with you as you hop to the living room, as I do not want you to fall down.” Sara slowly hopped along the corridor with Chloé walking alongside, just in case the captive lost her balance. Soon, they were inside the living room and Sara sat on the left side of the couch. “I’m going to finish off the toast and bring in some coffee, so you just stay there and rest.” Chloé then left the room with Sara squirming to get comfortable in her bondage.

After a few minutes, Chloé returned carrying a plate of toast, left and then returned carrying two cups of coffee. “Could you please lean forward Sara, so that I may remove your gag.” Sara leant forward and the ball-gag was unbuckled and removed.

“I feel so helpless with that gag in my mouth, and I have trouble with trying to swallow.” Sara said as she sat upright so it would be easier for Chloé to feed her.

“It is a very effective gag Sara, as it forces more helplessness on the captive.” Chloé replied as she prepared a bowl of cereal. “Are you okay with me feeding you?”

“Yes Chloé, I’m fine.” Sara opened her mouth and accepted a spoonful of cereal.

“Sara, I was just wondering. How did you get into contact with the virus?” Chloé asked.

Sara finished her mouthful and said “I opened the bottle on Monday lunchtime because I was curious. I didn’t expect anything to happen as our storage location is very low level, and an invasive virus should not have been stored there.” She took in another mouthful.

“I had an unusual thought this morning, and there is a possibility that your ‘curse’ could actually be useful in certain situations, Sara.”

“Chloé, how can being bound, gagged and taken advantage of be useful in any way?” Sara asked before she ate some more cereal.

“It is not only that. I will give you a scenario. Supposing for example, we have a bank robbery that has gone wrong and the robbers have taken hostages who are all tied up. They are known to have no inhibitions about taking lives and they have threatened to kill a hostage if their demands are not met.”

“That’s quite a horrible situation Chloé. I hope that never happens.” Sara said between mouthfuls.

“Now, one woman turns up in a van to deliver some food. She walks up to the door of the bank and she is taken in. The gang have an overwhelming urge to tie her up and gag her, and then they fight amongst themselves over who will ‘mate’ with the captive. The only one left standing, mates with her and then flees in horror with all of his rational thought gone. A special crew wearing hazardous materials clothing would then enter and remove the women.” Chloé explained.

“But what if they are people who are prepared to blow themselves up?” asked Sara.

“That is the beauty of the effect, such acts require a strong rational thought which will be overcome by primal survival instinct.” Chloé said “I have thought of another situation where your ‘ability’ may come in useful. Do you remember the intruder at GEN-DAWN?”

“Yes, he was after something. I remember that he confessed to the crimes because of the threat of being put in the same room as myself.” Sara answered.

“Imagine this situation. They need to get information out of someone in a hurry. We all know that torture is unreliable, so we just put them in the same room as you. Ten minutes later, this person will provide the interrogators with everything they need to know. Sara, you are the perfect interrogation technique.”

“But Chloé, you are almost making me sound like some kind of super heroine. What am I supposed to call myself, The Black Widow?” Sara asked.

“I don’t think that would be allowed as Marvel would probably sue. Maybe you could use ‘The Pink Widow’ as I don’t think that any super hero has that.” Chloé answered.

“Okay Chloé, name one super heroine who is always getting tied up.” Sara said, and she frowned as Chloé suddenly giggled.

“I can name two actually, Wonder Woman and Empowered.” Chloé replied.

“I had forgotten about Wonder Woman, but who’s Empowered?”

“Empowered is a super heroine who has a power suit that is very easily damaged and she nearly always ends up bound and gagged.” Chloé answered.

“As opposed to me who will end up getting bound and gagged as a result of my powers.” Sara halted for a moment. “Chloé, now you have got me thinking like that. This is a pipe dream, and I will never end up saving anyone.”

“You never know when this information will come in useful Sara, so please remember it.”

They were near the end of the meal, and between sips of coffee and bites of toast, they just made small talk. Then breakfast was over and Sara said “I need to have a shower before we leave for James’s, so could you please untie me?”

“Oui Sara as I need to pack items away, including the rope. I will untie you.” for the next five minutes, Chloé untied the ropes that bound Sara. At the end, Sara was free and she stretched her arms and legs.

“I must have been in bondage for over twelve hours Chloé, I didn’t think that it was possible.”

“It is easy if you are tied up correctly. Sara, as you need to dress up and pack your pink clothing, I think that you need to shower first.”

“Okay Chloé. I presume your can pack up the rope while I shower.” Sara undressed and walked into the bathroom, taking a shower and then freshening up. She then walked into her bedroom and opened the wardrobe. “Maybe I should wear something standard first.” She picked out her outfit and took the small wheeled luggage case out of the wardrobe. Various other pink items were chosen and soon the case was full.

“May I come in, please? I need to get my clothes.”

“Sure, Chloé. Actually I’ll get them for you.” Sara picked up Chloé’s clothes, including the white teddy dress and took them to the door.

“Thank you Sara, I will get dressed now.” Chloé left the bedroom and returned to the living room to get dressed. Sara proceeded to put her pink outfit on and then looked at herself in the mirror. She wore pink underwear, including holdup stockings, pink shoes, miniskirt, a light pink blouse and a pink jacket. “Good evening, Parker. Oh God, that sounded terrible!” Sara said, trying to put on an English accent. “I hope that James and Chloé appreciate this. Time to let her see my clothing, I just hope that she doesn’t laugh.”

Sara walked out of the bedroom and into the living room. Before Sara could even say a word, Chloé exclaimed “You look incredible Madame Sara, pink really does suit you.”

Sara blushed at Chloé’s compliment. “Why thank you Chloé, but I fear that you are being too kind.”

“Not at all Sara, I appreciate the effort that you have made and James will too.” Sara looked around the room and noticed that Chloé was fully dressed and she had packed her bags.

I think that I must make my move now, if I am to get Sara into the position that I desire. “Sara, could you do something for me, following my instructions and without asking any questions?”

“Yes Chloé, I know that you are not going to hurt me, so do what you want.” Without even being asked, Sara closed her eyes, put her hands together behind her back and opened her mouth wide. It’s obvious that Chloé wants to put me in bondage, so I might as well prepare myself. A moment later, Sara felt something cover her eyes before the familiar ball was pushed into her mouth and the gag was firmly buckled.

Then she felt something new, it wasn’t rope, but it felt like some kind of unusual tape was being wrapped several times around her wrists. Then her elbows were pulled together and the tape was wrapped around four times, just below her elbows. She could then feel the tape being wrapped around her upper body and arms, just above and below her breasts. More tape was then wrapped around her wrists and hips, locking her arms to her body. Then tape was wrapped around her ankles, just below her knees, and finally at her mid-thighs, just below the hem of her skirt.

“Just stay there, Sara. I shall be back in a moment.” Sara listened as Chloé left the room and came back about half a minute later. She was turned to the left and her sleep mask was removed.

Sara gasped in amazement as she saw in the full length mirror that she was bound in pink tape! How on Earth did Chloé get hold of pink tape? Who even makes tape of that colour?

The captive looked quizzically at Chloé, who responded “It is called bondage tape Sara, and it comes in many different colours. It will only stick to itself, so that it won’t hurt your skin or clothes. It can be used multiple times, saving on money. I shall sit you on the carpet, and you can try to escape from it.” Chloé helped Sara onto the floor and the helpless woman tried to free herself from her bonds. Try as she might though, she was unable to break free and the tape held fast.

After a short while, Sara made motions with her hands, trying to indicate that she wanted to be free. “You want the tape to be removed so that we can go to James?” Sara nodded. “Well Sara, your present bondage is exactly how you will be going to James. Sara looked at Chloé in shock at this announcement!

“Yes my captive, you will be delivered to my lover as a bound and gagged captive.”

“Noph! Pleph! Noph!” Sara Cried through her ball-gag. It’s impossible! I can’t even drive a car like this, let alone be hidden from sight! Chloé must be teasing me, that can be the only reason for this Chloé pulled Sara’s knees up until they were almost touching her chin, and then she wrapped some more of the tape around Sara’s upper legs and her chest, locking her upper legs to her body.

“I will be back in a moment Sara, and I will be bringing your method of transportation.” Chloé left the room as Sara struggled again, but there was no chance of escape. Has Chloé gone insane? What is she planning?

A minute later, Chloé returned and Sara nearly fainted with shock. It was the large wheeled luggage case! Please you can’t put me in there, please no! “Noph! Pleph! Noph!”

“This will be perfect for your journey, my pink princess. You will fit in here easily enough, and this is how you will be taken to James.” Chloé unzipped the case, which clearly had enough room to put Sara in and wheeled the black cloth case over to her captive who was struggling like never before.

“Calm down, my little Pink Widow in bondage. Think of this as an adventure in itself, with you starring as the kidnapped princess.” After a few minutes, Chloé managed to get the struggling but helpless Sara into a sitting position in the case. Then she zipped the case half way up so that Sara would not be able to fall out of the case. The helpless woman looked up at Chloé with the most pleading eyes that ever existed, accompanied by begging sounds through her gag. “You can breathe safely in here and I will keep you upright for the journey. Once I close the case up, it would be a good idea for you to keep quiet, as it would not be a good idea to let your presence be known.”

Chloé must be joking, she’s teasing me and we will be going in my car. She hasn’t got the strength to lift me straight up like this. Chloé closed the side and Sara was helpless and captive inside the case.

The tied up girl listened to Chloé as she spoke. “Bonjour, is that the taxi firm? Thank you, I would like a taxi outside the Tennyson Apartments in about ten minutes please. Thank you very much. There is one other detail that I had forgotten to mention. I need a taxi that has a ramp for wheelchair access as I have to move something that is heavy and fragile. Thank you so much, I will be at the car park in ten minutes.”

Sara was stunned at this revelation. Chloé must have had this all worked out. She must have seen the luggage case and seen that I can fit in it. “I have gathered up your keys, your phone, the special clock and the handbag Sara, and put them in one of my bags. It is time that we went to the car park to catch the taxi.” Sara felt the case move, and with a sinking heart realised that Chloé wasn’t joking about this. I will have to be quite about this, because neither of us want to cause an incident where the police is brought in.

She felt the case stop for a moment and then start again. Chloé must be closing the apartment door. We will have to stop outside the elevator next. After another minute, she stopped again for thirty seconds and after that, moved only a few feet. Then there was a sensation of descending and then a sudden stop. We must be on the surface level, and it’s just a matter of being wheeled to the car park.

As she was being wheeled along, Sara’s heart was beating fast, partly from fear and partly from the exhilaration of the adventure. Finally the case stopped and Sara knew that Chloé was waiting for the taxi. Here we are, waiting for the taxi, one French lady and one captive woman who’s bound and gagged in a case. This has become the weirdest Saturday morning that I have ever experienced.

Sara’s heart beat even faster as she heard a car approach...