Lindsey and the Limo: An abduction and rape story

Lindsey and the Limo

“Eew. You’re like old and stuff. I don’t think so.” She laughed as she turned to walk away, her tight pink shirt emblazoned with a black playboy bunny bobbing, stretched thin by young breasts without benefit of a bra. She tossed her reddish-brown hair as she looked back at him in disgust. “You’re like thirty or something.”
He followed her out the door of the club at a distance, watching her waddle away in her denim cut-off shorts. A size too big they hugged the edge of her hips and revealed the strings of her G-string panties. He stepped up beside her at the curb.
“I’m sorry if we got off on the wrong foot back there.” He looked down at her, seeing how her nipples had hardened with the cooler air outside the club.
She looked up and down the deserted street, obviously searching for her limo.
“I don’t even know you.”
“Nigel.” He lied, holding out his hand. “Pleased to meet you.”
“Lindsey. Mostly pleased to meet you.” She looked around again. “Where’s my fucking limo?”
“Problem?” He asked.
“No, its just that I told my driver to wait here for me, that’s all. I’ll just call him on my cell.” She dug in her clutch bag and produced her cell phone and hit speed dial.
She glanced at it a moment later and slapped it closed in disgust. “Figures, no fucking cell coverage here.” She shoved the phone back in her purse. “Great, just great. We’ll I’ll tell you one thing, that prick is fucking fired, he just doesn’t know it yet.” He smiled, patting the cellular jammer in his pocket. Not only would she not be receiving a cell signal, but her limo driver was currently occupied several blocks away with four flat tires.
“Well at least let me offer you a ride home. You can work things out with your driver later.”
“Uh…” She glanced around, still unsure of him and the situation in general.
“You can tell my driver where to drop you.”
“Uhh, okay, but listen, no… anything… between us, okay?” She looked at his blue eyes, searching them for any hint of deception.
“Whatever you say, Lindsey, whatever you say.” He held up his hand and the dark limo down the block pulled out from where it was parked and pulled up smoothly in front of them. He opened the door and she bent down to step inside.
“Nice.” She commented, sliding over in the seat to make room for him. “You could fit a football team in here.” Seats ran the length of the back and the front of the passenger compartment, but the floorboard between them was nearly large enough to sleep on and plush carpeted.
Pulling the plastic bag from his back pocket he flopped it open and pulled it over her unsuspecting head and pulled the drawstring tight with a speed that she couldn’t have expected.
Gasping for air within the bag she reached up to claw at it, but he pushed her face down onto the seat and wrestled her arms behind her back.
Pinching her wrists together he looped a pair of plastic bio cuffs around them and cinched them as well. Now suddenly bound, lying on her stomach, and painfully short of breath, he felt her panic under him. Holding her down with one arm he closed the side door with the other and tapped the intercom button.
“Take us for a drive.” He ordered, returning his attention to his redheaded captive.
Pulling her legs up as she struggled weakly he tied a short length of rope between them, removing her high heels and tossing them onto the floor.
Before she fully lost consciousness he pulled the drawstring and removed the plastic bag, leaving her too occupied gasping for breath to do anything else. Rolling her over he reached for the packing tape, watching her eyes flutter weakly as she tried to stay awake.
Running a strip of thick tape across her mouth he secured it to each cheek and then doubled it for good measure. Lying on her back, arms under her, breath coming in delirious gasps, she was illsuited to prevent what came next.
Reaching down he tugged at her shirt, pulling it up to reveal her full breasts. Cupping one he massaged it then worked her nipple between his fingers, trying to decide if the breast enlargement rumors were true. Either way, she had a nice rack.