BOUND FOR HIGH OFFICE

BY NAP

Note: This story is a fantasy for adults only. The author utterly condemns any form of actual abuse - physical, sexual, psychological and emotional - to any person of any age.

Somebody once observed that the office of Vice President was not worth a bucket of warm piss. This was a view with which young Stepney Hawthorn would have heartily agreed. She would have gone further. Being the daughter of a mere candidate for that position was not worth even a dribble.

The campaign was not going well. Senator Hawthorn was likeable enough: a charming clever anglophile - hence his daughter's name, although she knew to her chagrin that Stepney was not nearly such a fashionable district of London as Chelsea. But the senior part of the ticket, the man putting up for the Presidency itself, was a weak candidate with the brain of a backward butterfly and all the political sensitivity of Caligula.

Not that Stepney cared. She was just looking forward to when it would all be over and she could go back to being an ordinary eleven-year-old without having cameras stuck in her face. Because Stepney was very photogenic. Slim but not skinny, pretty, but not precocious, sweet, but not sickly; she was a photographer's dream child. Blonde, blue-eyed, full-lipped, dimpled cheeks, and just enough freckles across her fine nose to reassure the viewer that this was a kid like any other in America. She had certainly caught the public's attention. The one positive part of the campaign. And she hated it. And then there was the matter of the bodyguard. It was hardly cool to turn up to school with a six foot three hunk that every other girl secretly swooned over, but who treated you like mother hen with a particularly fragile egg. Mr Rich was perfectly polite, but irritatingly stern in matters of her safety. She was just about sick of it, which was why she slipped out of school slightly ahead of time to give herself a bit of space. He saw her, of course, yelled, and gave chase.

And them it happened.

The car. The men. The gun. The bang. Rich grabbing his chest. A second shot. And a third. Blood. She must scream. The gag. Bundled into the car. The hood. The scream of tyres. The rush of acceleration.

They changed cars somewhere - she couldn't see. They drove - how long? Two hours? Where? They took her out of the car and into a building. They took off the hood. She saw she was in a room with three bearded men with swarthy skins. The gabbled together in some language unknown to her.

Then they started to undress her.

She didn't like that. But she was powerless to resist them. She felt her clothes being unbuttoned. Unzipped. Pulled up. Pulled down. Pulled off.

Stepney liked her body. It had recently started to change giving her small, well-shaped breasts, a flat stomach, tiny waist, broadening hips and a bottom rounded with new layers of healthy fat. She wished she could grow some pubic hair as one or two of her friends had, but knew that this would come soon. But for now she was as bald as a ping-pong ball. The men seemed to like her body too, as they stared at it keenly. Stepney did not know whether to be annoyed or pleased with their attention. She hoped they would not do anything too terrible to her, but guessed that their motive was more political than sexual.

The men tied Stepney to a chair. This was did not surprise her in itself - she knew from films and books that kidnappers generally did this - but the manner of the tying did astonish her. They sat her on a plain, wooden backed upright chair. They took her wrists behind and tied them together to one of the horizontal rails of the back. Not content with this for holding her, they tied another roped around her and the back of the chair just above her small breasts and another just below them. All this was bad enough, but then they took her left leg and bent it at the knee so that her heel rested on the wooden seat next to her bottom. They tied a rope around her thigh and shin to keep the leg bent in position. They then did the same to the other leg. Finally, they looped a rope around each ankle, took the free ends round the chair behind her and pulled the ropes tight. Stepney was obliged to open her legs as much as she could to ease the strain.

The men looked at her. They seemed pleased with their captive. She was absolutely helpless and in her state of nudity utterly exposed. They set up a tripod in front of her and mounted an impressive digital camera on it. Then to Stepney's mortification they took a series of photographs of her humiliating position. Satisfied at last, they left her.

****

Mr Rich was a hero. Two bullets had struck his chest, but thanks to his bulletproof vest had merely bruised him. The third had struck him in the thigh. It was only a flesh wound, but he spilled a lot of blood and it had effectively disabled him from rescuing Stepney.

Photographs reached every major news organisation in America and around the world, as well as being posted on the Internet. They showed Senator Hawthorn's abducted daughter humiliatingly bound naked to a chair. Most newspapers blanked out the more obviously intimate areas of the girl's body, but the uncensored images were freely available on the web and were widely viewed.

Senator Hawthorn made a speech in which, showing great emotion, he had vowed that the demands of duty would always have to override his personal feelings. The speech was widely praised and the sound bite, "tormented but tough" resonated around the world. His approval rating went up like a high-speed elevator, raising with it, like a sleeping passenger, those of the presidential candidate.

****

After a few hours of discomfort bound to the chair, Stepney's kidnappers had untied her. For several days they kept her naked, but provided her with the necessities of life - food, water, elementary sanitary arrangements. Stepney became much more bored than frightened. When the men visited her, they jabbered together in their strange language. This, together with their black beards, Stepney found rather theatrical.

Then on the fifth day the men were much more purposeful. Once again, they tied her to the chair, but this time bent over the back with her head resting on the seat, her wrists tied to the front legs and her ankles to the back. Stepney did not need her considerable intelligence to guess the purpose of such a pose. Spanking children was no longer fashionable and her politically correct, public relations conscious parents had never laid a finger on her, but clearly that was what she was now going to get. One of the men produced a substantial paddle and applied it vigorously to Stepney's bent bottom. It slammed against her bare flesh hurting her much more than she expected. She was a tough little girl, but the degree of pain amazed her and soon she could not stop herself yelling and soon after that howling loudly

Finally, the beating ended, much to Stepney's heartfelt relief. To her surprise, no photographs were taken. She was left bound to the chair for a time and then untied. To her greater astonishment, she was given her clothes and the men indicated she should dress. She did so, easing her panties very carefully over her sore and swollen bottom. Once again, she was tied, gagged and blindfolded. She was taken in the car to an unknown destination and there dumped. Soon afterwards, the local police alerted by an anonymous call found her.

There was national and international rejoicing at her safe return. She was reported as being bruised, but otherwise unharmed. Rumours of where the bruises were abounded. Some of them were right. Her father's popularity went through the roof, and even the presidential candidate's rating rose a few points. Enough anyway to give their ticket the election. To her annoyance, Stepney found herself now to be the daughter of the Vice President and even more closely supervised than before.

****

Four years later, the unpopular President decided not to run for a second term. His admired Vice President duly received his party's nomination and was elected by a huge majority. President Hawthorn served his full two terms, during which Mr Rich was appointed head of the CIA. By the time her father left office, Stepney was twenty-three and beginning her own career, which would eventually lead her to becoming the first female President.

By this time, of course, she had realised that her childhood abduction had been a put up job designed to secure victory in the election, but by this time she was also politician enough to admire the ploy.

However, she always wondered what she had done to annoy her father so much for him to arrange for her to be so severely paddled.

Remember: Real children are precious and fragile. Please always treat them with kindness and respect.