Kidnapped art girls (Private)

[gagged_Louise]

As she stepped down the old spiral staircase of the once cream white tenement building, Roxanne swung her sleek gilded handbag and smiled. She could glimpse the bluish early spring sky outside through the small inset windows, she knew the sun was shining and after weeks of hard work it would be so nice to see Amanda again. Her buddy had been skiing for a week up in the mountains, taking time off her triple schedule that comprised selling ladies clothing some daytime, playing cello with a theatre orchestra and pulling the weight of bass guitar and some singing with a rock outfit which had the potential of doing great things some day, while Roxanne carried on as a dancer, at theatres and small venues, going to dance classes too, and sometimes with less orthodox means of income. They were both generally busy and sometimes short of money, but the skiing vacation was something her friend really needed and no doubt she'd enjoyed it. She had promised to be back on monday,m three days later, but as it turned out she'd returned to the city last night, and now it was friday.

Roxanne pushed open the door at the low end of the stairs, entering into the hallway at ground level. Her black, silky skirt hugged her strong thighs and the turquoise top looked glittery dark blue like the sea as she moved in the light of the green-walled vestibule. She liked the house, it was reasonably central but still not expensive if you lived on the upper floors, it had several entrances and stairs leading up there, and terraces facing the yard with its trees. The multiple stairs was a bonus and useful too. Sometimes she would bring men home to give them "room service" of a kind they didn't want to be seen coming in for - this could happen both in the daytime and at night - and it was convenient not to have to ride the main elevator or stairs up to her lodgings.

The young lady ambled into the street and felt the fresh March morning all about her. The dilapidated buildings at some lots across the street didn't bother her, she found this quarter charming and its people nice. The e-mail she had got from Amanda yesterday afternoon had said she was returning a bit early and could they meet at the Serpentine Café down in the park across the railway lines? Sure, yes, Roz had replied. And this morning she had got a postcard from that place high up in the hills with a few lines scrawled in, also telling her Mandy would be back friday morning,

When she stepped out of the subway station half an hour later and three miles further south, the path into the park lay almost empty. She passed between the wide willowtrees, looking over the hill. To the side a few mothers wee playing iwth their kids,. Roxanne drew in air; this place was an oasis. Some nights she had picked up willing takers at the dance halls deeper in the greenery, but she wasn't thinking f that now although she looked vaguely sultry and striking, thin charcoal lining her eyes and a glossy pink shade on her lips.

Coming around the lawn Roxanne felt the glistening, white gravel crackling under her heels, listening to the birds. Few people were about and the hill, on the other side of which was a modest open-air theatre, lay empty. To the right side of the footpath was the run-down wooden fence of the park, engulfed in high bushes, fruit trees and brushwork. She half.lazily noticed a man who had come in on the path in front of her; he was holding a fold-out map. "Tourists!" she thought.
As she came up beside her, he turned to her and asked in a slightly embarrased voice if she could explain where to find the Concert Hall.
"It moved some years ago" she said, leaning over and scanning the pages open. "This map's a bit old, lessee...if you fold it out there...to the right" she said, looking down but leaning forward so as not to his this head; with her six feet height she was aware sometimes that she had to keep a certain distance.

Suddenly a pull at her left arm made Roxanne uneasy. "Hey, uh...what do..." she got out before the jerk backward of her arm told her something was really wrong. She tilted her head to the right to catch his face, but a sharp tug into her dark ponytail sent a fierce signal of danger thorugh her. Suddenly another arm - not that of the vistor she had wanted to help - reached across her belly and someone kicked at her right calf. "Eoowww! STOP! Wha..." she cried out, but was stopped short by an elbow landing in her soft belly and the "tourist" letting his hand clamp down over her mouth.
What the hell was going on? Roxanne growled and heaved, her blood rushing as these multiple arms held her with such force. She tried to bite the hand of this deceptively kind guy who was now gagging her, but he was too shrewd. the sudden slaps at her breathing muscles deep in her stomach made her sweat and lose power. Fightuing the weakness and pain, she was forced to her knees in the grass. "HELP!" she cried out but the hand gag did its job and unable to resist, she felt both her arms pulled backwards. The next moment she heard the clicking of handcuffs. A sharp, restraining feeling lodged in her, it was unreal and she didn't even know what to do as someone pulled a rope around her pinned hands and then twice about her stomach, yanking it tight.

"Quick!" That was a different voice, sharper and darker than the 'tourist' - whom she realized had been a stooge to set this up. Then, to her: "Don't try to jerk free, that might hurt more than you like - later on.." he said. She tried to look around, but the greenery around her was empty of people it seemed; all she heard was the birds. She grunted into the fingers blocking her mouth, meaning to say "Who are you? What do you want? I don't have any much money with me."

They could not have heard any words, but the assisting one grabbed at her head and shook it with both hands. "Ummmmghh! Mmmmpff!! Heempppf!"
"Keep still, bitch" he said, and a knife appeared in front of her turquoise-linen covered breasts.
Roxanne breathed hard and nodded, then she briefly went limp, allowing them to do what they wanted. The "tourist" slowly lifted his hand off her mouth and rapidly inserted a hanky and, over it, a ball gag in black leather, then he strapped it tight. The other man, behind her, tied her feet together with strong, ungiving rope, then doing the same with her knees. The rope was lashed on the outside of her skirt, and grease, dirt and dew lodged both on the fabric and on her kneecaps.

Then she was lifted and carried off toward the perimeter fence. She wriggled and grunted as she was carried like a python snake, but she knew that ven for her efforts, they would have little real trouble getting her past - there were many points where the planks had fallen over, and the pear and cherry trees and bushes hid you from sight once you'd got close to the fence, on both sides. Beyond lay a parking lot. It had taken less than a minute and a half, and it flashed through her that she might not be going home tonight. Kicking her bound feet and squirming with her hands cuffed behind her, Roxanne tried to keep a remnant of calm.