He strolled casually into the parking lot. It was dark and, despite the fact that it was Saturday and there were several bars around, the parking lot was not busy at 10:45. She would be getting off work soon and he wanted to be ready for her. He slipped a small screwdriver from his pocket and knelt by her license plate. He quickly removed the one screw, catching her spare key as it fell to the ground. He replaced the screw and let himself into her car.
In the back seat he took a few other things out of his pocket; a small cloth, folded thick, a tiny bottle, a gag and some lengths of rope. He grinned. She was going to be surprised. He settled himself to wait. Another 10 minutes and her shift would be done.
He must've dozed because the pinging of her remote starter startled him and he almost sat upright. He slouched down further as the locks popped up. "Lazy bitch," he thought. "What's so hard about turning the key?" He tipped the contents of the bottle onto the rag and sat up as she sat in the driver's seat. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear after she inserted the key. "Hello pretty slut." He slammed the cloth over her mouth and nose.
She had two coherent thoughts before the chloroform took over. One was, "What the hell is he doing here?" And the other was, "Chloroform for a kidnapping, how quaint." Then she knew nothing.
She woke to the rhythm of the road. She panicked when she found she couldn't see, then realized she was merely blindfolded. She tested the rest of her body. She was bound with her wrists in front of her and she couldn't even wriggle them loose a little. Moving her legs she found rope wrapped around her ankles, knees and thighs. She found a cloth gag with her tongue and grinned behind it. He had thought of everything. Then she got worried again. This was not how they had discussed it. He wasn't supposed to knock her out.
He checked on her to find her quietly testing the ropes. He chuckled, "there's no point in trying, you're not going to get free. Just go back to sleep." A muffled shriek greeted his remarks and he laughed. But, almost as if her sleep cycle operated at his command, she dropped off again. She awoke with him trying to pull her out of the car. She whimpered a little when her ankles bounced off the doorframe. She gasped and twisted when another pair of hands grabbed her under her knees.
Her kidnapper whispered soothingly in her ear and she leaned against him, trusting him. She was carried into a house and she could hear muffled voices. She was dropped on a cool tile floor. The ropes were removed from her legs and her clothes were cut off. She moaned with despair at that. Those pants were her favourite! Her ankles were restrained again and she discovered it was a spreader bar, probably 18 inches long. Enough to keep her legs apart, short enough to allow her some movement. Her wrists were untied and her blouse and bra cut off too. Her wrists were cuffed loosely with steel cuffs.
Soft hands took over, pulling her across the room. She was lifted into a shower stall and stood in the center. Her hands were lifted and she was suddenly pulled taut upright as her cuffs were hooked into a ceiling. She was on her toes and unable to move. She heard the sounds of running water and those soft hands touched her again. They parted her ass cheeks and a warm slippery gel was massaged into her anus. She gasped and wiggled when a tube was slid up her ass. Warm water flooded her and she moaned. The tube was soon pulled out and a butt plug took its place. The blindfold was removed after soft instructions were given for her to keep her eyes closed. Water cascaded over her body, trickling between her breasts, slipping between her labia and she moaned again.
Her hair was soaked and hands massaged her scalp, working the soap in, cleaning her hair. The shampoo was rinsed out and moisturizer combed in. A soft cloth washed her front, teasing and pinching her nipples, swiping at her clit with no where near enough pressure to do anything but tease her. Her legs and feet were washed then her front was rinsed.
By this time her ass was desperate to release its contents. She was wriggling and blushing. She had no idea what was going to happen when the plug was removed but she was horrified at what they were going to have her do. Sure enough the spray was set so it cascaded down her back.
Those soft fingers probed at her again, even as she heard a soft clink. The plug was brutally yanked from her and she cried as she was forced to endure the mess that gushed from her. The fall of water rinsed it from her body as quickly as it appeared but she was humiliated anyway. Her head dropped forward and her chest and faced burned a bright red. She was checked, rinsed and checked again. A voice said, "she's clean. Finish up, they are waiting and losing patience." She was washed again from shoulders to ankles. Then she was rinsed and patted dry. Vanilla scented oil was rubbed into her skin, every inch of her, and she moaned at the touch. Her hair was brushed roughly and blow-dried a bit to keep it form dripping.