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by SwitchMan (switchman2002@yahoo.com)

F/m, M/f, bdsm, bondage, machine, slave, toys, kidnapping, nc, torture, XX

Chapter 5 – The Next Victim

Scott was understandably surprised to see the beautiful blonde Jennie standing over him when he awoke. Even though his vision was still blurry from the previous evening’s activities, her feminine attributes caught his eyes and sent a tingle down below. Scott barely noticed the look of pity that graced her face. From his vantage point on the floor, Scott could almost see Jennie’s unrestrained breasts under her tight silk blouse. When he instinctively tried to get a better perspective, though, he was surprised again. He was unable to use his arms, which were pinned together in parallel fashion across the middle of his back. Each wrist had been bound to the opposing forearm just below the elbow. While he couldn’t be certain, the empty cardboard spool suggested tape, probably duct tape based on its strength.

With his lower legs similarly bound parallel to each other, each ankle being bound just below the opposing knee, Scott found himself feeling extremely exposed and completely powerless to change the situation. The best he could manage was a pathetic wiggle, moving his shoulders and legs from side to side in unison.

Whether out of disbelief or panic, Scott reflexively tensed his muscles and ardently tried to free himself. Like a fish, he flopped back and forth on the floor, pulling at his mummified limbs. Even though he only struggled for a few seconds, Scott had ample time to think and wonder. “What happened last night? How did I get home? Who is this woman? Is she the reason I can’t move, or is it just a lucky coincidence that she is here when I need help? And where the hell is Ross when you need him?"

After unsuccessfully testing Jennie’s handiwork, he gave up and decided that his best chance at escape was to set aside any masculine pride and ask the attractive blonde for help. After all, he figured she had two free hands and he had none, but when a muffled little gurgle replaced his plea for help, Scott was once again surprised.

Bound and gagged, Scott was laid out helpless on his bedroom floor. Wearing only his loose fitting underwear, his private parts strained to catch the light of the morning. “That Bastard” he thought. “So he’s finally getting me back for the initiation.” It wouldn’t have been a bad idea, really. For what Scott put Ross through, he probably deserved to be tied up and teased by a beautiful blonde who would most likely remain just out of reach.

Then he saw it, and if his jaw hadn’t been restrained it would have dropped off its hinges. Across the room, the full-length mirror on the inside of the bathroom door revealed the frightening truth about Scott’s predicament. The reflection sent shivers throughout his body. The mirror told more of a story than Scott’s eyes could have otherwise seen from the floor.

As he had suspected, Scott’s lower legs and arms had been completely wrapped in heavy-duty duct tape. What he was only now realizing was that the entire lower half of his face was wound with the same tape. There would be absolutely no way for him to effectively call for help or communicate, and he now realized that the fuzzy feeling in his mouth wasn’t just the result of binge drinking the night before. His mouth contained an oversized sponge that would swallow the majority of sound before it could ever reach his lips. In addition to keeping the sponge in place, the duct tape around his face absorbed still more sound, effectively rendering him silent.

In addition to confirming what he already knew, the reflection disclosed additional information that Scott wasn’t yet ready to accept. Around his neck he wore a broad black leather collar. The collar appeared to be a single thick strip with slots at one end and a small metal plate at the other. After firmly encircling his neck, a D-ring welded to the plate had been passed through one of the slots, fastening the collar in place. The padlock dangling from the D-ring made sure the collar couldn’t be removed without his captor’s consent.

The prospect of being the helpless property of some abductress, however beautiful, was enough to strike sheer terror into Scott’s heart. His long forgotten claustrophobia was rearing its ugly head, and Scott was panic-stricken at the prospect of being helplessly trapped. His worst fears, though, were far exceeded when he saw the device in Jennie’s hand.

She had politely tried to hide it behind her back. She didn’t want to unnecessarily frighten her prey, but Scott’s wide eyes fixed on the bathroom mirror made her realize that her attempt to conceal it had backfired. Stepping toward him, she knelt beside Scott. She lifted his head using an O-ring attached to the front of his collar, and brought the device into plain sight a few inches from Scott’s face. It was a small plastic device, about the size of an electric razor. Instead of having a shaving screen, however, it had two small metal contacts protruding from the front.

“You think you know what this is, don’t you?” Jennie asked sweetly.

Trembling, Scott nodded his head. It was a stun gun designed to deliver a jolt of electricity so powerful that it could instantly incapacitate a man for up to five minutes.

“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to use it…” Jennie explained as Scott silently tried to assure her that she was right.

“… but now that you’ve woken up, I don’t know what I should do,” she continued.

“They said if I had any doubts at all that I should use it. They insisted that it didn’t really hurt and that no permanent damage would be done.”

Scott was so shaken that tears welled up in his trembling eyes.

“It’s pretty clear to me that you’re in no position to resist, though…” Jennie justified. “… and you’re so cute there in your boxers that I’d hate to do anything uncomfortable.”

A sigh of relief escaped through Scott’s nose as Jennie let his head drop gently to the floor.

“Of course, you’d be easier to transport if you didn’t squirm around.” Jennie concluded.

Scott’s eyes grew wide with realization just before Jennie softly pressed the device against his chest.

Once Jennie had Scott safely tied down in the bed of her pickup, she found Ross’ books and brought her reluctant cargo with her to her Northbrook Estate.

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Links to Susan's Return Chapters 1-14:
1. Lost and Found
2. The Bait
3. The Trap
4. About Those Books...
5. The Next Victim
6. The Waiting Room
7. The Preparation
8. The Presentation
9. Scott's Predicament
10. Scott's Trap
11. Back to Captivity
12. Susan's Turn
13. The Escape
14. The Semester Ends