MY ROPEVILLE ADVENTURE HOTEL STORY

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ PART 5 ]

Two Pairs of Eyes

They had hurried home from work, grabbed always-ready luggage and rushed to the local airport. A small connector flight delivered them; along with a load of other ordinary looking families to another local airport. At that end a nondescript man drove them and a busload of adult couples, many with children to the secluded hotel.

Inside the foyer appeared normal, as did checking in. The bellboy brought them to their rooms handed them two entrance cards and informed them of their use in order to receive their special channel. Ignoring the champagne and buffet setup just inside they sat in the darkness, holding hands and watched the recorded beginning unfold.

Two pairs of eyes were glued to the fifty-inch screen in front of them.

The view was probably off one of those helmet cams. As the shots were from high up, the wearer was siting in either a van or a truck. The sound of a school bell startled them, as they were unaware it also transmitted the sounds the wearer heard. The view tracked left as a river of children poured out of the four-story brownstone school. Many flowed into the long line of yellow school buses parked just outside. Some moved beyond the line in either direction. But about a third formed the stream, guided and protected by two crossing guards, moving directly out of the doors and straight across the four-lane boulevard. Of these many dissipated into the line of cars, vans and SUV's parked there. But some even escaped this and fled up and down the sidewalks.

"There She is" and a right hand indicated the average looking girl moving swiftly on the rim of the road-crossing stream. The girl was walking very fast and turned left as she hit the near sidewalk. As the crowds of school kids thinned, she became easier to track, and the van moved slowly forward into the traffic, always just half a block behind. She turned right on the next block, moving at such a swift pace, she had outdistanced her fellows. But this was a main thoroughfare, and the camera lost her in the shopping crowds as the van clogged in the sluggish flow.

"Dam" was heard from the TV set, and two voices sighed in the darkened room

After an eternity, they saw her as the van drew up along side, but unknowingly thwarted her trackers as the target abruptly turned left, threaded through the stalled traffic, passing unheedingly directly in front of the van full of men intent on kidnapping her. The van had to move forward as the cam tracked full left showing the target entering an iron fenced Graveyard.

But it gradually moved to the left curb lane and turned the next corner. The cam showed the graveyard fence swiftly passing by on the left and suddenly the van drove through an open gateway. Slowly the van advanced, with the cam swinging back and forth in search of its prey.

Suddenly there it was, still moving at such a great pace; its long hair was streaming back. But it was just passing a maintenance truck full of lawn mowers, shovels etc. The van hung back, and the quarry moved on. She was now entering the older part of the Cemetery. Huge mature oaks, maples and shrubbery gave the area a forest look, despite the large gravestones topped by angels, saints and busts. Even a few family mausoleums, in the Greek Temple style.

Swiftly looking around, the headcam showed no one else in sight. The van pulled up beside the girl walking along, head down. So intent on her own thoughts she fatally ignored the van. The view jumped out of the van and approach the target, it walked right into the man, bounced back, tried to dodge and backed up into the two black clad men coming up behind. The targets face expressed horror as black leather hands encompassed her mouth. Another pair grabbed her arms at the elbows. Cam wearer reached down for the feet, but one struck out, missed, but afforded a glimpse of white panties as the pleated skirt flung wide. But on the next attempt the feet were captured and she was bundled into the dark interior of the van, rolled over and held face down into an old mattress by a knee in middle back. The doors slam and the van moves off.

Cam man held her feet as another swiftly corded wrists and elbows tight. Their view of the little female was obscured as the wearer turned left, picked up some coarse rope and swiftly bound her feet, next another rope drew bound writs back to bound feet in a classic hog tie.

The captured female was turned over and brought up to the kneeling position held erect by two large totally black clad males. Cameraman held out a leather ball in a harness and the two swiftly held her nose until her mouth opened and it was forced in. The harness went around her head and was fastened in the back. Two large eyes shed long lines of tears, and the entire little female body trembled.

Two voices in the room said "O-my"

Cameraman leaned forward and said; "Mary Ann, we have read your stories and your parents thought you might want to really live out the "Dressed In Leather" one. You will not be raped, or assaulted, just dressed in leather, photographed and then brought back"

"Nod your head if you understand" "You do"

"Do you want it easier than written or as written?

"You nodded, rough as written it is, enjoy your Ropeville Hotel Adventure"

Then they saw her rolled into a large leather bag and it zippered up.

The two pairs of eyes looked towards each other.

Why had the arranged for their daughter to be kidnapped and captured in leather by a photographer? But did not her response to camera wearer's questions prove them right?

Only the next two days of leather and bondage would tell. If at any time they had any doubts, the adventure co-ordinator assured them.

"Simply removing the card from the controller on top of the TV would both end their reception of the events and the fantasy session". Then the phone rang.

" Hello, this is the events co-ordinator. Are you satisfied with the scene so far? Mary Ann is in slow transit for approximately one more hour. So we have time for you to eat, freshen up, and meet me in the lounge" Mary Ann's parents did as he suggested, and thirty minutes later were siting across from a fatherly figure in very casual attire. Well your daughter certainly modeled the story parents from you two. I recognize you as soon as I entered.

I am trained children's sociologist, and have found many children take to rope bondage, beyond the cowboys and Indians stages. Most children given too little structure or guidance fantasize about bondage as a replacement for strict rules at home none of this appears to be Mary Ann's attitude. I think she just likes a little bondage now and then. Though I would suggest the father adopt a more Alpha male or "Daddy's Girl" relationship with her. Be careful she is susceptible to Alpha male domination outside of the home.

"I have read every one of your daughters stories. They are currently the most popular posted on the Internets. I suggest you install some firewall and security software we can recommend and plan for your daughter's prominent literary career in the mainstream world"

"If you are worried, our staff are carefully screened and our own security staff monitor the scenes. Your removal of the card immediately causes a red light to flash totally ends any action.

"Can our daughter end the action?" Her mother asked.

"Well, as you ordered, we did ask her first. After that no." replied the director.

A beep caused the director to reach into his blue jeans jacket for a thoroughly modern Palm unit.

Your daughter's plane has landed and she will be in the scene room in fifteen minuets. Anything else? No?" Then I will see you tonight at dinner"

He left, stopping to talk to a few more as he exited.

Mary Ann's parents looked at each other, shrugged and her father said. "Well she did agree"

And returned to their room, the refreshed buffet table unopened bottle of champagne, settling down onto the sofa pushed close to the huge screen.

They held each others hands as their little daughter was dumped out on to a low bed, stripped, and almost pulled the card when two men walked away with her. But the scene shifted to a spare washroom and they were mute witnesses to the scene of their daughter embarrassment, stripping off her underwear and peeing under the gaze of two adult males. As the scene shifted again and the guards directed her to the bed, her mother gasped, but then her father pointed out none of the males sported any sign of arousal.

Here adopted parents poured themselves strong coffee and settled down for a long Friday night. They still were not sure the whole event was a good idea.