The Unliely Savior

Chapter 2 -- Zip Ties and No Tools

Adam:

I jumped off of the van and was able to avoid falling. The warehouse was lined with bushes, and I could get in them to hide. I was still unseen. I can't make the mistake of premature action. That would doom Marjory and me as well. But, I will save her. I studied my surroundings. I wanted to be able to look into the warehouse. There weren't a lot of windows, but there were a few, and one was near me and partially hidden by bushes.

Going to the window behind the bushes, I looked into the warehouse. What I saw horrified me! How could anyone treat my beautiful Marjory this way? At the same time, my groin reacted to the vision that I was seeing. Marjory was topless and tied to a post. She was gagged with a large black ball gag. A man in a suit was taking pictures or a video of her with his phone. I watched as he connected his phone to a laptop. I could guess what was happening. He was sanitizing the media by stripping identifying metadata. Then, he would send it to Mr. Nakamura with his demands.

They were loading in the van. The last man to get in the van had turned the lights out, and the cargo door started opening. I got prone on the ground as close to the building as possible and saw the van drive away. Everyone that I had seen was in the vehicle. They didn't leave a guard behind. This is my chance. I have to find a way to get inside.

I have circled the building. Every door and window is locked. I had thought about breaking a window, but the glass is in front of metal bars. I wouldn't be able to crawl through. Another option is to run to get help. Coming in, the way I was hanging onto that ladder didn't give me the best view of the surroundings possible, but it didn't look as if I would find help quickly. I saw no houses or open businesses anywhere nearby. At the same time, I wasn't doing Marjory any good out here with her inside. She must be terrified!

The issue was resolved when I saw the van returning. I took up my old position, near the cargo door but hidden behind the bushes and lying flat on the ground. The van drove inside. This time, they did not shut the door immediately. I crept up to the door and peeked inside. There were only two of them now. One Thug and the guy in the suit. They were standing in front of Marjory, ogling the delectable sight.

Marjory:

They are smirking at me. They clearly enjoy looking at my tied-up body and my exposed tits. I had resolved that I would not be weak. I can't move, and I can't speak. But I can look them in the eye to let them know I am not afraid. Even if that is a lie. Of course, I am scared. But I won't let them see my fear. Suit comes closer, "Later, we will take more pictures of you. You need to learn how to look more distressed and frightened. That will help persuade your father to do what we ask."

His hand shot out, unexpected by me, and slapped me hard on my left tit. Damm, that hurt. But I didn't make a sound, and I don't think my face gave away my actual reaction either. Then the son-of-a-bitch put his hand on my right tit and just held it. I narrowed my eyes as I stared at this creep.

"You see, you won't ever know if I will hurt you or not. You had better practice looking afraid and get good at it. Otherwise, there will be a lot more on the hurt side. Joe, go and get the mattress."

The Thug headed off somewhere behind me, and Suit went back to the van and got in the passenger seat. I could see that he was opening a laptop.

Adam:

This was my chance. Thug had entered a back room, and Suit was busy with his laptop. There were a lot of dark hiding places around the walls of the warehouse. I slipped in and hid behind some boxes. The Thug was returning, carrying a bunk mattress. He dropped it on the floor in front of Marjory.

The man in the suit left the van. I could hear him talking to the Thug. This was my chance to get inside. They were focused on Marjory. I couldn't blame them for that. She looked incredibly beautiful, half naked and tied up to expose her breasts. There were plenty of hiding places around the walls, and I slipped into one while Marjory had their attention. The Thug and the Suit were untying Marjory from the pole. They had used that to get their kidnap pictures. It looked like they were retying her on the mattress.

That is what they did. Soon Marjory was hogtied. They left Marjory in her state of undress and gagged. At least they pulled a blanket over her. It looked like they were cruel to her to get the effect they wanted for the pictures but wouldn't hurt her just for their fun. What they were doing was evil enough. I could understand they didn't want her screaming.

Marjory:

I was back in a hogtie. It was tight, but I wasn't hurting. I will be soon. Being held in this unnatural position for a long time will cause cramps that will worsen. I was glad to have the blanket over me. The temperature will drop during the night. I tested my bonds to see what kind of movement I had. Not very much, but there was a little room I could move. I didn't want to wiggle off the mattress unless I had a real plan. Suit and Thug had left, turning out the lights again when they went.

There did not seem to be much chance I could get out of this tie. My elbows were tied. They were strained by being pulled close together. Then, my wrists were crossed and bound firmly. They had made some kind of rope harness around my chest. I was surprised they didn't feel me up more while tying the harness. My legs were lashed together at my upper thighs and just above my knees. My ankles were tied and then attached to the chest harness. My feet were pulled tight to the harness until my feet were up past my butt. My fingers could touch my ankles, but I couldn't feel a knot anywhere I could work on. My hands were tied to my ankles. I guess that was to keep me from being able to move my arms to any extent. It was very effective.

Mom told me a few times that she liked to play tie-up games. I had never followed up on those hints. Maybe if I had, and had practiced getting tied up by Mom, I would be better able to escape now.

My jaw was aching from the giant ball strapped in my mouth. It pushed down on my tongue, so I couldn't articulate anything. And it forced my jaws widely apart. That was what was causing the ache. They had used a lot of rope on me and something else. I didn't know what they used, but I am stuck, that is for sure. I don't think that I can sleep any this way. This is going to be a very long night.

I hear something. Is someone else in here? I surely don't want Suit or Thug back. But someone else is scary, too. I am so totally at the mercy of anyone. Someone is approaching. Be tough, girl. Maybe it's help!

"Marjory, I can't see anything in this dark. This is Adam. Can you make some sound to help me find you?"

Adam! I couldn't believe it. I had hoped he would get help, but he came himself. "Hmmmph! Hmmmph!" I cried as loud as I could.

He said, "Okay, I've got you now. My eyes are adapting to the near-total dark now, and I see your outline on the mattress." I felt him move on the mattress beside me. He used his hands to feel me. "I'm going to slide this blanket off of you. I have to touch you to feel how you are tied up. There isn't enough light to see."

I tried to say okay, but it just came out, "hmmmph, hmmmph," as usual. Adam ran his hands around my legs, finding my bonds there. Then he moved his hand up my arms and neck to my head and face.

"I can undo that gag," he said as he fiddled with the buckle behind my neck. This would be a lot easier with some light, but we couldn't risk turning anything on. The gag strap came loose, which was a blessing to the corners of my mouth. But the ball didn't just fall out. It was wedged tight behind my teeth.

"Excuse me, Marjory. I must put my fingers in your mouth to work this out." He was gentle but couldn't avoid being invasive as he pried and twisted the ball. And then it was out. I had to work my jaws for a minute before I could speak.

"Adam, thank you so much. Can you untie me now?"

I could feel his hand moving back to my feet and hands. He was tracing my bindings. I could feel him working on a knot. "They've tied your feet to your chest harness and your hands to your feet. This is going to take a little longer." He kept working, and finally, he could take my feet and straighten out my legs. That was almost as much relief as getting rid of the ballgag.

"That feels so much better, Adam. Thank you. And thank you for finding me. I don't know how you did it." I am thankful. But should I be enjoying my cunt tingling from him touching me? Even if we had light, he would have to touch me some. Here in the dark, he has to feel me a lot.

"Later, I will tell you everything. We must concentrate on getting you free and out of here right now. The bad guys are gone for the night, but we should leave, too. It is hard to determine how they have you tied in this dark. I am sorry that I must touch you so much, but I don't know any other way to do this."

"Touch away, Adam. I've never been so happy to be touched my whole life," Marjory told Adam.

He answered, "I lied, Marjory. I'm not sorry. I've always wanted to touch you. I'm just sorry you've been kidnapped, and this is in such frightening circumstances. We have a problem. You are tied in lots of rope. In time, I can get you out of that. But they have used zip ties, too. They really didn't want you escaping. I will work on the ropes while we think about the zip ties. Let's get you sitting up."

Adam pulled me up, so I sat at the bottom of the pole I had been tied to earlier, leaning against it. The worst stress points were gone except for my elbows; I could handle that for a while. The ropes were off my legs, and I could feel the zip ties above my knees, below them, and at my ankles. I twisted away from the pole so Adam could get to my arm ropes. The hard stress there fell away as he worked the knots around my elbows. Then, he had freed the ropes from my wrists. But my wrists were still zipped together, as were my elbows. But my elbows weren't pulled close together, so it was a significant relief. The only ropes left were the chest harness. Adam started on that. He traced the band of ropes going just under my tits. He lifted my tits up to feel just where the ropes were placed.

"Excuse me again, Marjory. I don't know how else to do this. This is a dream and a nightmare all at the same time," he said.

"Again, Adam, don't worry about touching me. To get me free, it is appropriate. Okay?"

"Okay," he said as he continued. He found knots, and I was no longer wearing the chest harness before long. Adam was breathing heavily, and so was I. His touching my tits had a much greater effect on the tingle in my pussy than feeling my legs did.

"Marjory, I don't know what to do about the zip ties. I need snippers to cut them. There are probably some around here, but finding the right tool in the dark seems unlikely. I think our best bet is for me to carry you away."

I answered him, "I agree. Could I ask for two things first? I want you to stand me on my feet, cup my boobs, and kiss me. You have earned that, and I have, too. I want to feel your hands and lips on me." When I was standing, Adam stood behind me and cupped my boobs, pulling on them and rubbing my nipple for a minute. Then he moved before me and cupped my face to tenderly kiss me. When he released the kiss, I said, "Adam, you are the bravest person I have ever known. I am sorry that I haven't paid you the attention that you deserve in the past. Would you do me a second favor? They pulled the front of my tank top over my head. It is behind my neck on my shoulders. Would you lift it back in front and fix me in it?"

Adam thought, "I would say that I am living in a dream, except this is such a fearful situation. My experience playing with breasts is sadly lacking. But how can anything be so soft and so firm at the same time? It is a good thing we are in the dark. Touching her has given me a raging hard."

He did and adjusted my tits in my tank top. I said, "Adam, you have the right to reach in and play with my boobs anytime you want. But let's get out of here. How will you carry me?"

"To make any useful distance, I must carry you over my shoulder," Adam told me. "I know that won't be very comfortable for you. Do you think that you can put up with it?"

I answered him, "Since the alternative is staying here and waiting for Suit and his Thugs to return, I will put up with it, Adam. Would you wrap me in the blanket? I will probably get colder while being carried than you will while carrying. Are you going to be alright carrying me? I am not exactly a lightweight."

Adam said, "I will do whatever is necessary to save you, Marjory." He wrapped the blanket around me. I wished that I wasn't so freaking helpless. These zip ties have me as tied up as the ropes did. He bent over and put his shoulder into my waist. I rose on my tiptoes so he wouldn't have to lift me an inch more than necessary and folded across his shoulder and down his back. His arms held me around my upper legs as he stood straight and walked to a door. It was not the cargo door the van used but a smaller people door next to it. He opened the door, and we left the building and went out into the night.