A Great Evening Out

katie_glover@hotmail.com

What a great evening out. It all started when I met a chap called Chris at work. He was a motorcycle dispatch rider who regularly brought us important packages from clients. In his leathers he looked rather hunky but I was sure I could never be attracted to somebody so rough.

Me? Oh, I've always been a sweet little girl. Did quite well at school and now I'm personal assistant to the Sales Director at Figgins Engineering in Doncaster.

I'm 23 years old, five foot four and quite slender with long blonde hair and blue eyes. I like to dress immaculately and spend much time at the beauty parlour.

I suppose I'm quite attractive. Men seem to like my looks and the way I dress and I must admit that I do get a kick out of turning heads. Some say I tease but I'm sure I'd never be so forward. Since I was quite a young girl, I've had fantasies about being abducted and tied up. It was always a real turn on then it actually happened to me!

Anyway, a few months back, I was on reception while Jackie, our receptionist was at lunch. Chris the dispatch rider arrived with a couple of computer discs from Hutchinson's, our accountants. He was always making small talk and trying to chat me up, but this time he suggested that we go out for a drink after work. I saw no harm in it and was even a little flattered, so I agreed. Just a quick drink after work.

"Don't tell anyone though", he said, "I like to keep things like this quiet. You know, the natives will talk!" Immediately I wondered if he was married. And rather than picking me up, he also asked to meet me a couple of streets away. There was something not quite right about that request. Something he wasn't telling me.

At 5.30pm, I met him on Church Street as arranged. He was outside the chip shop with his motorbike. "I'm not getting on that!" I said. "Come on, it'll be fun. You need to live a little, before you die" he replied. I didn't know it then, but that sentence was very apt.

So, I put on his spare helmet and climbed onto the back of the bike, behind him. It's a good thing I was wearing a short skirt or I'd never have got my leg over.

He reached behind, found my hands and brought them round in front of him, indicating quite forcefully that I should hang on to his waist. Mmm, that was rather nice too.

Behind my legs, on either side of the bike, were some pillion boxes (is that what they're called?) presumably I thought, where the bike's cargo lived.

He started the engine. I'd never been on a motorbike before and wondered what my friends would say if they could see me. Just then, Jackie, the receptionist from work, came round the corner on her way to the bus stop and saw me. I wanted to speak to her but the helmet made communication with anyone across the road impossible. I waved a friendly gesture instead.

"Ready?" he shouted over the engine noise. "Yeeees!" I replied. With that, we roared off down the road and into the traffic. The bike was so agile and it wasn't long before we left the jams behind and were out in the countryside. I wanted to ask where we were going but knew he'd never hear me over the noise of the engine.

Eventually, on a quiet patch of road, Chris stopped the bike to tell me two things. Firstly that he thought we might try a little country pub he knew in the middle of nowhere. Secondly, that I should lean my body into the corners with him and the bike.

Away we went again at a rate of knots and it dawned on me that we were supposed to be going out drinking and that he was driving. This guy was perhaps a little too crazy for me. I had thought we would be going to the pub across the road from the office. I'd been intending to have just one drink, then make my excuses and go. Obviously, I couldn't do that now as I was relying on him to get me home.

I clung on for dear life. The bike was travelling much faster now and we were getting further and further from civilisation. I was beginning to worry a bit. 'But hey', I told myself, 'chill out girl. We're only going out for a drink. Enjoy the experience.'

After half an hour at around 80mph, the bike slowed and turned off the road, onto a track that led into the woods. The sun was starting to go down and I was starting to get really worried.

However, I realised that if I stormed away in a huff, I would be stranded about 60 miles from home in the middle of the countryside, without a hope of getting back. I wasn't really dressed for walking either. I'd come straight from work so I was still wearing my short black skirt suit, dark tights and high heels. It would also be very embarrassing and he'd be sure to tell everyone at the office, what a silly girl I'd been.

So there we were, riding into the woods on his bike. It was getting darker and darker as the sun dipped behind the cloudy horizon, which I could just see through the trees. This pub had better be good!

Finally, in quite a woody area, we stopped. What now, I wondered? Have we broken down? Is he lost?

 In the back of my mind I was afraid that I was going to be raped, but I tried to keep the thought there and not show any alarm, although I was actually very worried.

Chris got off the bike leaving it on its stand with me sitting on the back. "Shit!" he said. "I think it's thrown a rod." I had no idea what a rod was.

"You mean it's broken down? Out here? In the middle of nowhere?" I was becoming quite upset.

He dialled a number on his phone and spoke to the AA. They pinpointed his position with their GPS thing, or so he said. He assured me that they'd be along within half an hour and would either fix the bike or take us home. I felt a bit better.

To pass the time, Chris started to tell me what I needed to know about riding pillion. His tone and manner were soft and trustworthy. Again, he told me that I should not fear leaning into corners with the bike. Why, trying to resist could even be dangerous.

Then he told me about the right ways to hang on. First, he said, "When you can, you need to embrace the rider around the waist. There is also a strap on the seat in front of you, which you can grab hold of. He grabbed my wrists and moved my arms into the correct position. Then he put my hands on the strap, just in front of my crotch. I was taking all this in, like an obedient little girl.

Then he said, "If your driver is too fat, you can always hang onto the strap at the back". With that, he moved behind me, grabbed my wrists again and brought them behind my back. I didn't resist because he had been trustworthy so far and that was my downfall. My fingers found the strap on the seat behind my bum and I hung on to it.

It was at that moment that I heard something go 'Snap, snap' and felt something cold around both of my wrists. "What's going on?" I asked.

A different look came across Chris's face and he said, "You have just become my prisoner!"

"What?" "Your wrists are cuffed behind your back. You have just lost your freedom." I had thought that to be helpless, one had to be all tied up with ropes and chains, but perhaps not.

As Chris came closer to me, I tried to get off the bike and realised that without the use of my hands, I couldn't. He was right - I was a captive.

Next, he was kneeling by my side. He grabbed my leg and roughly tied my ankle to the frame of the bike with a length of wire. He did the same with the other one. I struggled and shouted at him to stop, but he took no notice.

Then he pulled out a long thick rope and threw it up and over a branch of a tree, high overhead. He caught it coming down again and started to tie a very large knot at one end. I continued to struggle but the cuffs were made from steel, so my soft female flesh made no impression on them. My wrists were encased inside them and locked tight. There was no way I was going to get my hands free without assistance.

At that moment, I realised what kind of knot he was making in the rope "Oh my god!" - it was a noose! When he had finished fashioning it, he brought it over and held it in front of me. I was absolutely petrified. I was about to be murdered by being hung.

"What do you want from me?" I screamed with tears rolling down my cheeks. "What have I done to you?" But of course, the answer was that I had done nothing to him. I was simply guilty of being a good-looking girl and men have always murdered attractive girls.

He said nothing but put the noose over my head and tightened it around my neck. I could feel the rope biting into my throat. He pulled the other end of the rope so it was taught and tied it off against another branch.

"I guess we're not going to the pub then!" I said flippantly.

With that, he pushed a large sock right into my mouth and proceeded to tie it tightly in place with a cloth gag made, I think, from an old necktie, which he wound several times around my head before tying three large tight knots right over my mouth. It was so tight that my mouth was completely sealed. I could even only breath through my nose. Another necktie was produced and this was tied tightly in place over my eyes, blindfolding me.

Now what?

"I'm going to dig a hole in that clearing we rode through about 500 yards back. If you can escape before I get back, you may live a little longer. I will have to hunt you down like an animal, but at least you'll have a chance. I'll be about an hour. You'd better get struggling."

I could not see what was happening now but I heard his footsteps disappear into the distance. Although I struggled hard, I was tied up tight and very helpless.

I was also aware that if I struggled too vigorously, the bike could fall over and I would then be hanged from my pretty little neck, with all the weight of that huge motorcycle still tied to my ankles. It could rip my head off! So, I had to be careful and take it just one step at a time.

My ankles were really hurting bad as the many loops of wire holding them in place at either side of the bike, bit deep into my female flesh. The steel cuffs were so tight that I had lost the feeling in my hands. And the rope around my neck was way too tight perhaps a permanent reminder of the fate that lay before me.

How on earth could a girl like me, get out of a predicament like this? The answer was that I simply couldn't. There was no way that I was going anywhere and I soon started to resign myself to the fact that when Chris came back from digging my grave, I would still be here, tied in exactly the same position I was when he left.

It was even hard to cry with the sock in my mouth and the blindfold sealing my eyes.

It dawned on me that these minutes held alone in tight and painful bondage could be my last. He would come back any minute, would cut me down, rape me and then kill me. But how wrong I was. Perhaps being killed straight away would have been better than what did actually happen next.

After an eternity, I heard Chris's footsteps returning. I thought about deliberately knocking over the bike to prevent him raping me, figuring I wouldn't be much fun for him without a head. I tried and tried to knock it over but the stand was too sturdy. It would not budge an inch. Perhaps if I'd known this earlier, I may have struggled harder and could possibly have escaped. Too late now.

I felt hands around my left ankle, undoing the wire my left leg was free, then moments later, my right leg was free. The noose rope, which had been pulled taught and tied to a branch, was slackened a little but was still tight around my neck. With my wrists still cuffed tightly behind my back, I was helped off the bike. My ankles were so weak I could hardly stand. Unable to see, I stumbled and fell to the ground. That was fine by my abductor.

He immediately roped my ankles together. Several more loops of rope were wound around my legs, both above and below my knees. My thighs were tied together too. I got the distinct impression that this man did not want me using my legs. More rope was produced and tied in between my legs, pulling the existing coils of rope even tighter and making escape impossible. This guy was in no hurry at all. He spent ages tying the tightest knots and then even more knots.

Although my wrists were tied tightly with rope, the unforgiving steel handcuffs also remained in place. My captor obviously did not care if he hurt me or if he damaged me in any way. He obviously thought "She'll be dead soon, so what does it matter if I hurt her now". To that end, he tied another length of rope around my arms and pulled as hard as he could, bringing them together at my elbows. Several tight loops of rope later, a few knots finished off any chance my blood had of circulating in that area.

I was lying on the ground tied up good, with no chance of escape. What more could he do to me? I was about to find out! Another very long and thick rope was thrown over a high branch and one end was tied tightly around my ankle ropes. When he hauled on the other end of the rope, I was at first pulled along the ground. Then slowly, my feet began to rise into the air. As he hauled, I was being pulled into the air.

He stopped for a breather for a moment, while nearly all my weight was resting on my head and neck. He didn't care though. To him, I was just like a lump of meat. It was as though he was hanging up a pig's carcass at the slaughterhouse.

He continued to haul on the rope, pulling my body finally clear of the ground. Up and up I went, until my head was about four feet off the ground. That's when he tied off the rope securely against a branch.

If I had thought that I was helpless before, tied upright and sitting on a motorbike, the situation I now found myself in was entirely different.

Firstly my arms, wrists, knees and ankles were tied very tightly and I had been hung upside down from the branch of a tree, deep in the woods and miles from anywhere. I was still gagged and blindfolded and now felt more rope being applied to my body. This time, he was tightly tying my arms to my torso just in case I suppose.

Next, a metal collar was snapped about my neck and a chain was attached. The chain was locked to a block of concrete on the ground. Again, my tormentor hauled on the rope, pulling me higher and making the neck chain taught. He then tied it off again.

"Now, I didn't quite finish digging that hole. Again, you can try to escape while I'm gone. If you don't escape by the time I return, I'm going to torture you to death."

Again, I heard him leave. I hoped he would be eaten by wild dogs or would fall onto a railway line or suchlike. That way he would not be back to kill me. But then, if he didn't come back, I would probably die anyway.

"If my friends could see me now!" I thought. My body tied up tight, chained at the neck and hung upside down by the ankles.

I tried to wriggle my wrists out of their bonds but firstly, my hands were numb from the tightness of the ropes, and secondly, the steel cuffs were still in place, as tight as ever. The ropes holding my elbows together just made it all much more painful and much more difficult. I could hardly move my arms and wrists at all. To think for one moment that I might be able to 'wriggle my wrists out of their bonds' was just ludicrous.

My whole body was being elongated because of it's own weight and the concrete block hanging from my neck. This must have been a bit like what it was like being on the torture rack.

My legs too, were starting to lose all feeling, tied as they were, tightly at the thighs, both above and below the knees and at the ankles. I was really trussed up like a Christmas Turkey. My ankles really hurt the most as they were supporting my full body weight. That bastard had also tied rope around my bonds, between my legs, making the tourniquets much tighter still. My heels were pointing towards heaven and I was hoping that maybe, that would be where I would be soon. Death would be a blessed release from the torment I was going through and that which I now knew my captor had in store for me.

He wasn't going to kill me straight away at all. That much I now knew. He was going to play with me and have his fun. He was going to tie me up in different ways, photograph my bondage and my pain, leave me to struggle for my life, then come back and dash my hopes of escape again, by tying me in a different, but equally inescapable way. Then, only when he'd used his last roll of film, run out of video tape and shot his last ejaculation, he would kill me.

Or so I thought!

Then I heard footsteps. Several footsteps, and voices too. "Here she is and what a beauty". A hand slapped my rump roughly.

"How old?" said another voice. "About 23" said Chris. "Wanna play?"

The blindfold was removed so they could see the fear in my eyes, then the chain from my steel neck collar was unlocked from the concrete and left dangling. The rope from which my body was hung, was hoisted up another couple of feet and a large tube made from transparent Perspex was put in position, directly below me.

My body was lowered into the tube headfirst and the rope tied off so that I was about halfway into it. The tube came up to my waist. What on earth were they doing to me? I didn't have to wait long to find out.

One of then produced a hose pipe, which was pushed to the bottom of the tube and switched on. The water pressure was not very powerful but it was on and water was starting to fill the tube. It would not be long before the water level came above my head, drowning me.

"Let's just leave her to it", said the other man, "She'll be done by the time we get back". "Okay", said Chris. "Let's go back to the van for a beer".

With my captors gone, I was now able to thrash around a bit to try to knock the tube over, before the water drowned me.

This afternoon I was an immaculately dressed young woman wearing flawless make-up, with all the world at my feet. Now I am a writhing victim, tied and hung upside down from the branch of a tree in the woods, with my head, shoulders and torso inside a plastic tube that is filling slowly with water, which will soon drown me. Wow, what a day!

The water level continued to rise but I could not budge the tube. My body was still tied so tightly and hurt so much. Every wiggle I made to push over the tube, caused me real pain. I tried to scream, but the huge gag, which filled my mouth, muffled any attempt to cry out.

The water level was now up over the bottom of my head and heading towards eye level. I managed to take one big noseful of air just before the water level rose above my nose and mouth.

In my whole life, until this evening, I have never been in such a helpless and futile situation.

I was sure that I was going to die there and then as the water found its way above my chin and surrounded my neck.

Then, with one last big push to continue living for a short while more, I summoned up all that famous female strength and managed to finally knock over the tube, spilling the water all over the ground. My suit and tights were ruined, and my hair?

But phew, that was close.

I thought the men would soon be back to have more fun with me. Perhaps they'd roast me on a spit over an open fire or tear my body apart between wild horses. Perhaps they'd bury me alive, tie me to the railway tracks or cut me up with the ol' buzz saw down at the mill.

Well anyway, I hung there, upside down, still roped, tied and bound so tightly. I waited for my next peril, knowing that there was no point in trying to escape from these almost permanent bonds. I thought I might as well conserve my energy. I would probably need all the strength I could muster when the pair returned.

And so I waited. I hung there. And waited. A girl hung upside down by her ankles, from a tree in the woods.

After an eternity of waiting and hanging and waiting, I started to lose consciousness and very soon I was asleep.

When I came round again, it was daylight. I had no idea what the time was but there I was, a very helpless girl, still hanging upside down from a tree in the woods. By now, I could not feel my ankles at all. But where were the men who abducted me?

I had to get away. I struggled at the ropes binding my arms and wrists but it was no use. They were just too tightly tied to get out of. And even if I did manage to escape the ropes, what about the steel handcuffs. There was no way I cold ever get my wrists out of those. When he put me in them, Chris has closed each cuff very tightly about each of my wrists, pushing the ratchets as far as they would go, cutting off my circulation and hurting me very much.

Like my ankles and feet, there was no sensation in my wrists or hands. My arms were still tied together at the elbows and then in turn, tied to my torso, so tightly that I found it quite difficult to breathe. The ropes under and above my breasts were terribly tight and again, made it hard to breathe.

I was still a very helpless little girl in a very perilous predicament. I had no idea where my tormentors were. I supposed that they could come back at any moment. Maybe they had gone back to Doncaster to get more torture equipment.

I had to get away fast. I wriggled again. And again. And again. It was no use. I was going nowhere.

The sock in my mouth was dry and I was becoming very thirsty. I tried swinging over to the tree where the rope which held me, was tied off. I thought that it could be the weak link in the chain, so to speak, if it had not been tied as tightly as the ropes which encircled my body. If perhaps, I could swing over and hit the knot with my head, maybe it would come loose and I would drop to the ground.

Okay, I would have a bit of a headache after dropping maybe four feet onto my head, but surely it would be better that dying while hung upside down.

So, again I mustered all the strength I had and tried to swing my body over to where the rope was knotted around the tree. Again and again I tried to swing towards the knots. I could see them now. There were loads of them, all tightly tied too. There was no way that they would ever come undone by knocking them with my head. In any case, I simply could not reach them. I swung my body several more times into their vicinity but always fell just short of the target.

I felt so frustrated by the failure of what had been my only glimmer of hope. I swung over again, and again. Each time I swung, I could feel centrifugal force pushing blood into my head.

I knew it was hopeless but I continued to try to reach the knots. I had to get out of this bondage before I either died of thirst and starvation or before the men came back to kill me.

I took a breather for a few moments and concentrated on the ropes holding my wrists and elbows together. I felt sure that the elbow ropes were starting to give just a little. Perhaps I just needed to spend more time on them. When I felt suitably rested, I went back to swinging for the knots, feeling a bit dizzier each time.

Suddenly, everything went black. I had become unconscious again.

When I came round, the sun was gone. Night had fallen and the weather had turned quite cold. I was spending my second night hung from a tree by my ankles. When my senses had returned sufficiently, I realised that if I did not escape from my bonds soon, that would be my lot. I am a twenty three year old girl. I'm good looking and intelligent and have my whole life ahead of me. I want a loving husband and babies. I did not want to die out there, hanging by my ankles from that damn tree.

I was feeling very weak now. My consciousness was fuzzy but I knew I had to keep trying to get out of this terrible bondage. I tried to move my arms but could hardly feel them anymore. My legs and ankles also had no feeling. I was desperately thirsty and the area around my mouth was numb, where the necktie still held the old sock in place. It too had been tied viciously tight.

That man went out of his way to hurt me and he succeeded too.

I tried to wriggle in the ropes but my as usual, my attempts to release any part of my body from their incredibly tight confines were futile.

My high heels still pointed skywards. The chain hanging from the collar round my neck dangled along the ground. My stockinged legs were still held together as one, by the tightest ropes, in several places. My arms were still tied as securely as they had been the previous evening. Any slackening of the elbow ropes had simply been in my imagination. And of course, my wrists were still tied together behind my back as tightly as they ever were. The cuffs dug deep into my flesh and I was sure, even into my bones now.

I had no more energy left. This girl was about to meet the same fate as thousands, perhaps millions, before her. Abducted by a man for his sexual pleasure. Tortured then murdered. At least they didn't get round to raping me.

I was feeling very tired now as I hung upside down in my ropes. I was exhausted from trying to escape. Exhausted from being held upside down and exhausted from the sheer pain I had endured from the tightness of the bonds that held me captive.

The evening wore on very slowly. The pain was intense. I had realised that there was no point in struggling any more and had given up. I now knew that would go to my grave wearing these ropes.

The pain in my head grew worse. I drifted in and out of consciousness for a while, before finally becoming comatose. What a way to go.

When I came round again, I felt very confused. Where was I? I was no longer tied up and no longer hanging by my ankles from a tree.

I was in hospital and it turned out that I had been for nearly a week. I looked at my wrists. They were awfully disfigured and about four times their normal size. My arms were terribly swollen and were just one big bruise.

Breathing still hurt a lot. Seems I had several bruised ribs.

Just then, a nurse came over and said "You're back. You're very lucky. We nearly lost you. I'll just get doctor"

It seems that the reason that Chris and the other man didn't come back to kill me was because they had gone back to Doncaster in their van to get some more torture equipment to use on me. Just why, I do not know, because the had left me to drown with my head stuck in that tube.

When I didn't come home after work, my mother called my friend Jackie, who said she had seen me with Chris, the dispatch rider. By 3am, my mother was terribly worried. There was no reply from my mobile phone and she knew I would not simply stay out without getting in touch.

She called the police and had them call round to see Chris. He was just loading a torture frame and some other equipment into his van when they arrived. They put two and two together and arrested him and his accomplice.

At first they denied all knowledge of having ever met me. For the best part of a day, they pretended that were innocent and that they didn't know me. During that time I was tied up and swinging around on a rope from a tree, deep in the woods.

Then Jackie confirmed that she had seen me on the back of Chris's motorcycle and they came clean. They would have been quite happy to let me die on the end of that rope, to save their own skins.

Anyway, the police came and got me, and not a moment too soon. It took them ages to find me and when they did, I was nearly at death's door. Another half-hour and I would have been dead.

The medics had to treat me at the scene because it took ages to release me from the stringent bondage, which had become a part of my body over that 30 hour period. The cops were amazed that I had survived at all. They said anyone else who was tied up so tightly and hung from a tree, would not have survived anything like 30 hours. The fact that I do not weigh very much may have helped.

Well it's been about three months now and I'm still getting over my ordeal. I can walk again but with a limp. My wrists and ankles are permanently scarred and I often lose the feeling in my hands because of nerve damage from wearing the handcuffs.

Although the idea of being tied up still turns me on, I will not be having any relations with men for the foreseeable future. The mental scarring of nearly being a murder victim will take some time to fade. I'm hoping that getting all this off my chest here, will help.

I suppose that in a way, my abductors were helping me to act out a fantasy.

Still, almost being a murder victim was a little over the top, even for a little bondagette like me.