Kidnapped by Stripper

This story is written by Zachary, please send comments and appreciation to ztvfemdomtales@gmail.com



Prologue

This story really begins five years ago. Victor Maxell was the founder and CEO of Maxell International, the largest and most profitable tech firms in the Santa Barbera area. He had it all: movie star good looks, fast cars, a nice home, and more money than Gates and tons of expensive toys. The only down side to his life was his wife. She was a lovely woman but he only married her because he knocked her up. His marriage was a joke and he needed a distraction and he needed it bad. And he found it.
Driving home late one night Victor noticed a billboard he had not seen before. It featured a scantily clad woman clutching a pole seductively. The sign read "The Back Room: A New Kind of Gentlemen's Club." The grand opening was that night. Why the hell not he could always use a lap dance.
To be honest The Back Room was just like any other gentlemen's club. He was dark and smoky with one stage and a bar. So much for truth in advertising but it beat going home Victor told himself.
"Gentlemen, put your hands together for the lovely Roxie!"
Some kind of supposedly sexy techno music began to play overhead. A spot light illuminated the stage. And out she stepped. Roxie. God she was gorgeous. She was young at least 18 if he had to guess. A lean build with legs to die for. They seemed to go on forever. And that ass, god it was nearly perfect. The chest was a little small but the long wavy brown hair framing those fiery dark eyes and full pouty lips more than made up for it.
And he noticed this despite the fact she was dressed in a dark blue power suit and Ducky (Pretty in Pink) fedora. She sauntered around the stage enjoying every moment of her little show. The first thing to come off was the left shoe which she tossed back stage. Then came the right. She then unbuttoned her pants but left them on. Instead she started unbuttoning her shirt from the top down slowly. She had the tease part down pat.
Halfway down, she stopped. She instead started unbuttoning the other way. God she was hot. Then she slid off her pants and tossed them aside. Underneath her firm ass was held tight by a thong that seemed to disappear. Then with a final flourish she undid the last button of her shirt and let it drop to the ground. Beneath her pert little breasts were supported by a neon pink bra.
She grabbed the pole and began a wonderfully seductive little dance. She hung upside down, gyrated and everything else she could seem to think of. Then the bra came off. The whoops and cat calls reached a fever pitch. Then the song ended and she was gone. A waitress came by.
"Miss, miss."
"Yes?"
"Can I arrange a lap dance from that young woman? Roxie, I mean."
"You sure can. Just a sec."
Less than ten minutes later there she was. She stood next to his table bare tits in his face.
"I hear you wanted to talk to me."
"Oh I want to do a little more than just talk."
"Good, so do I."
She took his hand and led him to a private room in the back. It was small and dark with blue mood lighting. She pushed him into a soft plush red chair. He handed over his money and she got to work. She climbed up onto his lap and started her dance. She began to rub herself all around him without ever touching.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah?"
"What's with the hat?"
"Oh this? It never comes off."
"Why not?"
"It's lucky."
"Well that's good."
"Why's that?"
"Because I want to get lucky."
"Wow, you did not just say that."
"And what if I did?"
"Then I feel sorry for you."
"Or you could come home with me."
"I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"It's against the rules."
"So what?"
"I could lose my job."
"I'll buy you a new one."
"Stop it."
"Why?"
"I can't."
He grabbed her and pulled her down onto him kissing her deeply and passionately.
"Yes, you can."
That night he took her back to one of his side apartments. They made love like he never had before. It was the hottest thing he had ever felt. That was five years ago.

Now life was very different. Roxie had been his mistress since that night. She lived in the apartment which he paid for along with her new breasts. The club closed down so she relied entirely on him for money. Every night she tied his hands to the bed frame to make things more interesting. All in all it was a good system. Until...
"What?" Roxie asked incredulously.
"I'm done with you," Victor told her.
The two were lying in bed having just made love.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. It's been fun but I'm bored. I'm looking for someone new, someone younger," Victor explained as he started dressing, "the rents paid to the end of the month then you need to get out of here."
"But ..."
"No but's, just leave."
"I gave your five years of my life."
"And?"
With that he was gone. Who did he think he was? He couldn't use her like this. She had given up everything to be with him and he could just throw it all away? No, no he could not. NO, HE COULD NOT!!! She would fix him. Somehow someway she'd fix him. Then she saw the rope on the head board. That gave her an idea.

Chapter One: The Birthday Boy

"It's almost the big day," his mother reminded him.
Bill smiled. She had done this every morning this week. It was his 21st birthday that Friday. She seemed more excited than he did.
"Sure is," he told her.
It was weird. He didn't feel like he was going to be an adult in a few days. He still felt the same as he always had. He stilled looked the same. A boyish face, short sandy hair, lean runner's build, nothing too special, he sat at the table enjoying a plate of pancakes as she nibbled on her toast.
"Now remember we're having a party for the family Saturday night," she told him.
"That's good, the guys wanted to do something Friday night for me."
"Well OK, just make sure it's not too rowdy."
"I'll try, but no promises."
"Now hurry along or you'll be late for school."
"K mom, bye love you."
Bill was out the door before she could even blink. God, this Friday was going to be fun. His friends promised the day was going to be fun and a surprise. That worried him just a little. His friends tended to take things a bit far. The only real problem was going to be surviving the week.
It was Tuesday so he had Algebra. God he hated that class. Math was never his strong suit. After that he had US History. When he went to bed that night he told himself only two more days.
Wednesday he had no classes but he did have to work at his part time job. He parked cars for a local restaurant. It wasn't a glamorous job but it was his. Only one more day left.
Thursday he had his second Algebra class of the week. Would this class ever end? After that he had Intro to Psychology. That class wasn't so bad. Tomorrow was the day, he told himself before bed that night.
By far Friday was the worst. He had no classes and it was his day off. He had nothing to do, nothing to distract him from the party that night. The anticipation was killing him. Finally the night arrived. His mother was watching her shows on tv when Bill walked in to say goodbye.
"Bye, mom, see you later."
"Bye, sweetie, have fun."
Bill opened the door to leave and came face to face with Victor Maxell.
"Hey, dad."
"Hello, sport, I saw Luke outside, ready for a big time?"
"You know it."
And with that he was gone.
"You ready pal?" Luke asked.
"You bet," Bill said climbing into the passenger’s seat.
Luke was Bill's best friend, a part of a whole gang of friends he hung out with. They would all be at the party that night. Luke was the school quarter back a buff young man with short spiky black hair.
"So what's on the agenda for tonight?"
"I thought we'd have a quiet night in."
"Really?"
"Well maybe not quite."
"Now that's better."
They soon arrived at Luke's apartment. Luke lived in a small apartment in an old brick apartment building in an older neighborhood mostly used by students. Inside the party was already under way. The music was blaring and the drinks were flowing. Already in attendance was Luke's roommate Mark. He was very similar to Luke with long brown hair and a fair build. There with him were their friends: 1) Tony - more boyish with black buzz cut hair, 2) Cain - a nice looking but reclusive young man, 3) Johnny - an Hispanic young man with spiky black hair and 4) Talon - the weightlifter of the group. Together they were a motley bunch but it worked for them.
The party carried on late into the night. There was drinking and laughing and plenty of playful fighting. The only thing missing were the girls. They had invited several but it was clear none of them planned to come. Which was a shame since most of them, Bill included, were single. The only exception was Talon.
"Where's Pricilla?" Bill asked.
"Home, she thinks I'm studying."
"Why are you lying to her?"
"She's starting to get very jealous. I can't do anything without her freaking out."
"Great girl, don't let her go," Bill said sarcastically.
About 3am the party was just hitting high gear. The boys were in the middle of some kind of makeshift fight club when there was a knock on the door. Bill opened the door to find a cop standing on the other side. She was a very attractive cop: only a few years older than he was, tall, lean, long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail under her hat, but still a cop. She was dressed in a traditional beat cop uniform.
"Can I help you officer?"
"We've gotten several noise complaints tonight."
"Oh god, I'm so sorry, we were celebrating my birthday and ..."
"So it's your birthday is it? Well then we'll have to do something about that now won't we?"
"Officer?"
"Actually," she said reaching for something just out of sight, "the name's Roxie. And you've been a very bad boy."
She produced an ipod dock.
"What the hell?"
She pushed him into the apartment knocking the door closed behind her with her foot. She placed the dock on the entertainment center and turned it on. A loud techno music starting playing.
"You guys didn't ..." Bill started to say until she cut him off.
"Shut up and sit down," she ordered.
She pushed him down into an old wooden kitchen table chair. She leaned over him brushing his chest with her own. He took a deep breath closing his eyes and smiling. Then he heard a click.
"What the ...?"
His hands had been secured to the chair by a pair of very real handcuffs.
"What can I say? I commit."
"I don't know about this."
"Relax; everything's going to be OK. In fact I really think you might even enjoy it."
As she said these last words she whispered them softly into his ear seductively. Then she playfully kissed his ear lobe sucking on it a little. He gasped. Are strippers allowed to do that? Oh who cares?
"Now before we begin," she said, "there's one last thing we need to do."
"What's that?"
"Watch."
She stood up and sauntered over to Luke and took his hand leading him over to the sink in the kitchenette. She gestured for him to sit up on the edge of the sink facing her. She bent over him pushing his hands behind him before ... click. Luke went to move his arms but found one handcuffed to the sink faucet.
"What?"
But she didn't answer instead she went over to Mark and led him over to the bedroom door before handcuffing him to the doorknob.
"Hey!"
Then she moved on to Tony whom she shoved onto his back on the coffee table handcuffing his arms around one of the legs.
"Uh, guys."
But no one helped. They were too busy watching her push Cain to the ground and handcuff him to a couch leg. Then she turned on Johnny whom she cuffed to a floor lamp. That just left Talon. He was handcuffed to a rocking chair, to it not in it. Satisfied with her work she returned to Bill.
"Now, we won't be disturbed."
She kicked off one shoe and it landed at Talon's feet. Then off went the other shoe which landed somewhere near Mark. Then she tossed her hat over to Luke. All the while she gave Bill one hell of a lap dance. She unbuttoned her pants slowly, then moved to her shirt. It was a slow but beautiful process. She whipped off her pants and tossed them - right onto Cain. Smiling she pulled off her shirt and threw it up in the air. It landed on Tony. Next she tossed her bra onto Johnny. It was then she really got to work. She gyrated sexually in Bill's lap rubbing her tits in his face. He loved every minute of it.
Soon the song stopped and she got up. She set about unlocking everyone's handcuffs. She started with Talon whose ass she grabbed.
"Your girlfriend's very lucky."
"Thank you," he said confused.
She then released Johnny hugging him tight. Moving on she freed Cain rubbing her hands all over his chest. Tony was next with a squeeze of his junk. Then she set Mark free rubbed her nose against his playfully. Finally she freed Luke kissing him full on the lips. Each time she did something like this she looked back at Bill smiling as if she were trying to make him jealous. But that was crazy right?
"What about me?" he asked.
"Oh I'm not done with you yet."
She sexually strolled back over to her little captive.
"You'll be staying there a little longer," she teased.
"Oh come on," he started.
"Enough talk," she breathed.
She left the apartment but quickly returned with a red ball gag.
"Oh my god."
"Open up."
Bill shook his head no.
"Billy, open up."
"My name's Bill ... mph."
As he spoke she shoved the ball into his mouth and strapped it down tight.
"There we go, much better."
She walked over to the fridge.
"Now, who wants a drink?"
The boys all cheered, well all but Bill of course. She handed everyone a Red Solo Cup. They laughed and drank for several more hours as Bill squirmed. After a while the late hour got to them and all the others fell asleep. Roxie sat down on Bill's lap and removed the gag.
"OK, Billy, let's talk."
"What kind of a stripper are you?"
"A very special one, so what do want to know?"
"What's your name?"
"Roxie."



Chapter Two: There's Just Something About Roxie

"So, you're friends are clearly done for the evening," Roxie cooed, "That gives us plenty of alone time."
She ran her hand seductively over Bill's face.
"You're very hands on for a stripper," he told her.
"Have you seen very many strippers?"
"No."
"Then how would you know?"
"Good point."
“You’re right though …” she said leaning back against his chest, “… I do like to …” she began to walk her fingers up his chest, “… touch.”
Bill swallowed hard. That seemed to make Roxie smile.
“Do I make you nervous?”
“Nervous? Nah, being tied up by a stripper’s a daily occurrence for me.”
“Oh ho, little Billy’s got a sense of humor.”
She leaned down and looked lustily into his eyes, “I like that.”
She gently kissed his lips.
“You know what?”
“What?”
“I think we’re gonna be at this for a while so why don’t we talk a little about ourselves. You go first, Billy Boy.”
Not where he thought was going but what the hell.
“Not much to tell really. I’m an only child, average student, not much of a partier.”
“Could have fooled me.”
“Oh this? This is all their doing. I’d been much happier with a quiet night in.”
“A real homebody, huh?”
“I guess so. I mean I like to go the movies, shopping, and theme parks stuff like that. But for the most part I’d prefer to be home than out partying.”
“I can tell.”
“What about you?”
“Me?”
“Yeah, tell me a little about yourself.”
“Where do I begin? With the uncle who couldn’t keep his hands to himself? With the mother who died in childbirth? With the father who didn’t give a damn if I was alive or not? Like I said, not much to say.”
“Wow.”
“No one ever said a stripper’s life was glamorous.”
She shook her head.
“What am I doing? I’m ruining the mood and on your big day of all days and just when we’re about to start phase two.”
“Phase two?”
“Oh yeah, your friends went all out. We’re gonna move to the club, they’ll join us there when they sober up.”
“Ok, you gonna untie me?”
“It’s all part of the service.”
“Cool.”
She walked behind him and began to pull the chair across the floor and out the front door and into the back of a waiting van. Producing straps from a chest she secured the chair to the wall of the van.
“Don’t want you falling over.”
She locked the doors after her and starting the van up drove off into the night.
“How long until we reach the club?” he asked.
“You’re so naïve, letting a complete stranger tie you up and load you into a van with no witnesses. We’re not going to any club, never were. Your friends never hired me.”
“What’s going on?”
“You’ll see soon enough.”


Chapter Three: A Place to Crash for the Night

The old van puttering down the road was so common no one who would have seen it that night, if any had been out, would have never guessed anything was wrong. Though they would have thought it strange when it pulled into the parking lot of The Back Room, the old strip club had closed down almost as soon as it opened. No one went there anymore. Well almost no one.
The van pulled to a stop with the back door almost touching the door to the club. Roxie climbed over the seat to face her ‘guest’.
“Alright now I gotta make sure you’re nice and quiet until I get you inside.”
“Good luck with that.”
She reached under the driver’s seat and produced a bright red ball gag.
“Oh crap.”

Roxie quickly pulled the chair out of the van and into the club a gagged Bill grunting in protest all the way. She locked the door back then drug the chair down the short hallway into the main club. The fickle dance of time had not been kind to the old girl. A fine layer of dust covered everything in the building. The chairs were coming apart and the roof was starting to crack.
“I know it’s not much but I call it home.”
She sat down on Bill’s lap.
“You know something kid, you’re heavier than you look.”
He grunted indigently at this slight.
“Oh don’t worry Billy Boy I’m sure you’ll shed some pounds when I get you out of this chair.”
His eyes lit up at this.
“Now don’t get too excited there sweetie I’m not letting you go until I get what I want. I’ll wait till tomorrow to start that part of our game. Until then it’s late and you and I need to get some sleep.”
She walked to the bar and returned with a handgun. Bill’s eyes widened with terror.
“Do what I say and I won’t have to use it.”
She unlocked his hands then just as quickly locked them back behind his back. She looped her arm through his and led him to the stage where a mattress had been laid out. As he stared at it confused she shoved him from behind falling face first onto it. Before he could react she hopped onto the makeshift bed herself and pulled him close until they were face to face.
“Better sleep up we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.”
And with that she kissed him on the gag, giggled, and fell straight to sleep. It took several more worry filled hours before an exhausted Billy could.



Chapter Four: Make the Call

The sun peeked above the horizon the next morning. Billy awoke to find he was alone, bound, but still alone. This did not last long.
“Honey I’m home!”
Roxie returned wearing sandals, cut off jean shorts & a daisy duke style tied top around her ample bosom.
“Sorry to ditch you like that but I had to dump that van and anything else that could let anyone find you here. On the bright side I stopped and got you some doughnuts.”
She pulled the gag from his mouth.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked weakly.
“I live in this hell hole; you really need to ask?”
“But …”
She shoved a doughnut into his open mouth.
“You may be cute but you need to be quiet for a while.”
She pulled him roughly out of the hammock right up against her.
“Well if you wanted to get closer all you had to was ask.”
She drug him over to the main stripper pole on the stage and propped him up against it. She reached down and produced a bundle of her belts. She then proceeded to wrap them around his body securing him to the pole.
“There you go, perfect.”

***

The boys awoke with a pounding headache. What the hell happened last night? And where was Bill? Oh God, they lost the birthday boy. They all tried to run – somewhere – at once. And at once they all came to the painful realization that they had been handcuffed. What was going on?
Suddenly the front door opened. In walked five gorgeous women all of whom wore nothing but skimpy lingerie.
“Roxie was right,” one of the girls said, “these boys look like fun.”

***

After he swallowed his last bite of donut she taped his mouth shut again.
“Perfect.”
A cellphone rang on a nearby table.
“Right on time.”
She grabbed the phone and began chatting away. As she did she stood with her ass over his crotch. To make matters worse she began bobbing up and down as she spoke. The feeling was electric.
“Thanks, keep me posted.”
As she hung up she turned to face him.
“That was some of the other girls who used to work here. They’ve taken care of your friends, so no one will come looking for you for a while. Tonight I’ll make my ransom call little man, until then … I’m gonna watch some TV.”
She then skipped out of the room. About lunchtime she walked past him and out the door, returning later with a delicious smelling paper bag. She walked right past him into the office. God he was hungry. Suddenly she returned and unfastened him from the pole and drug him into the office after him.

She plopped down onto the couch pulling him into her lap.
“Let’s eat.”
She pulled a burger from the bag and began gently feeding him almost like a mother and child. Tapping his mouth shut again she nestled back into the couch with him and turned on the TV. It took him a minute to realize what he was seeing. It was porn! She was watching porn!
In fact she spent all afternoon watching porn. Now Bill was no prude but he’d never watched porn with anyone else. Let alone the sexiest woman he’d ever seen who was holding him tied up in her lap. As the scenes got more and more intense so did her rubbing of his bound body.
When they finally returned to the main club it was nighttime again.
“Time to make that call.”

***

Carla Maxell was your typical upper middleclass suburban housewife. She was sweet, caring, and trusting to a fault. She had no idea her husband Victor had been cheating on her for years. If she had she would have divorce his ass. If that happened the prenup would leave him with nothing.
It had been almost a day since she’d last seen her son Bill. Something was terribly wrong. He was never gone this long without calling.
“We need to call the police,” she told Victor.
“Don’t be stupid, he’s 21 now, he’s probably just out partying and lost track of time.”
The phone rang. Carla snapped up the receiver.
“Bill?”

***

“No, no,” Roxie teased, “but Billy’s right here.”
She had him lying in the hammock again. This time however she was lying on top of his legs wrapped around him, arms too. She held the phone up over his shoulder with the speaker on. Bill tried to moan for help.
“Who is this?” Carla asked.
“This is the woman who kidnapped your son.”
“What?”
“Say hello Billy.”
She pulled off the gag.
“Mom!”
“Bill!”
The gag went back on.
“The deal is simple: your son for three million dollars,” Roxie explained, “I will call again in 24 hours.”
She hung up.
“Ready for another day together, Billy?”
As he whimpered away she started mockingly kissing him on his gag.

Chapter Five: Phase 3

After an hour Roxie gave up her ferocious kissing assault.
“Time to take this to phase three.”
There was a phase three! God, this nightmare was never gonna end.

***

His son, they had kidnapped his son? Whoever these sons of bitches were Victor Maxell would make them pay. No one embarrassed him like this. His cellphone rang.
“Whoever this is I don’t have time for this now.”
“What, no time for an old flame?”
“Roxie?”
“Hello Victor.”
“You’re behind this?”
“This is what you get for leaving me.”
“You stupid little bitch let my son go.”
“I will after your wife pays the ransom tomorrow and if you hold up your end.”
“My end?”
“I will tell your son everything. He will tell your wife everything. You will lose everything.”
“What do you want?”
“Three million, seven hundred, eighty five dollars.”
“That’s …”
“… the little slush fund you set up for me and your other little distractions. You’re gonna transfer it to my account in one hour.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I call your wife refusing to release your son and tell her exactly why.”

***

Roxie hung up and went back to lying on Bill.
“I bet you have plenty of questions. We have some time to kill, let me tell you the whole fun little story.”

***

Pricilla sat on the couch pouting. Why hadn’t Talon called her all day? He was off with some other woman, she knew it. He always denied it but deep down she knew it was true. She didn’t know why she got this way. She was a beautiful shapely woman with long wavy red hair and firm full breasts. There was no reason for him to cheat on her. The doorbell rang.
“Coming!”
Opening the door all she found was Talon. He had was shirtless and ties to a two wheeled dolly. His face was covered in lipstick prints and red tape covered his mouth. On his chest was a note that read “I’ve been a very bad boy.”
“Oh you have, have you? Well I’m gonna make damn sure you live to regret it.”
She grabbed the dolly and wheeled him into the house locking the door behind her.

***
The girls laughed. They had so much fun getting Talon ready for his little playdate. Roxie had told them just what to do to get Pricilla all hot and bothered. They had all worked together at the Back Room in the day and had stayed close even after it closed down. So when Roxie asked them to help her stall for her little scheme they jumped at the chance.
And as reward they got twenty four hours to do whatever they wanted with the boys. Speaking of the boys Bill’s little friends were tied up in the floorboard of the rented limo with purses over their heads. Pulling into the garage of a vacationing family they each grabbed and boy by the arms and led them into the house.
“Ready?” the lead girl asked.
“Ready!” the others squealed.
They all took off in all directions.

***

“And that’s why I’ve kidnapped you,” Roxie finished.
Her cellphone pinged.
“Ooh, I’ve got mail.”
Giggling she grabbed the phone off the floor and began typing.
“Good news, your father transferred the funds. That means this time tomorrow you’re a free man. Unless of course I just decide to keep your sweet little ass all for myself.”
He could tell she was joking but there was something in her voice that left him with little doubt that if she wanted to she would.

Chapter Six: First Dates

In the bathroom of the previously empty house Luke lay in the bathtub where he’d been left hours earlier. One of the women entered. She was a tall brunette with long shapely legs and full heavy breasts. All she wore was a loose red robe.
“Hi there, I’m Laura.”
She sauntered over and leaned over the top grinning like a cat looking at a canary. She climbed over him to lounge on the other end of the tub bracing herself up against the wall.
“You wanna play?”
The horny boy, his predicament all but forgotten, nodded vigorously.
“Well you have to earn it first, Big Boy.”
She began to rub her foot lazily over him settling back.
“Ooh, that feels good.”

***

Mark lay on the living room floor in front of the couch. Above him sat one of the girls, whom he’d heard called April. Her long dyed blond hair framed her fierce yet sexy face as she looked down at him. She had changed into a shapely black dress for this. She rubbed her bare feet all over his face as he squirmed in protest.
“What’s the matter, don’t like the smell? Well when I’m done with you you’re gonna love it.”

***

In the master bedroom Tony lay on the bed. His legs were tied together and tethered to the foot of the bed. His arms were stretched out and tied to the headboard. A large slab of black tape covered his mouth. Lying on top of him was Georgia. Younger than the other strippers she was a lean brunette with tight pert breasts. She was wearing a red and white patterned dress she’d stolen. She stretched out and began kissing him on his face.
“See this isn’t so bad is it?”

***

Across town Bill lay in his hammock under a sleeping Roxie. Looking at the front door he could see the sun starting to rise. This marked the beginning of the second day of his captivity. Tonight his parents would pay her ransom and then Roxie would let him go, wouldn’t she?
“Good morning, Baby.”
She kissed him on his bound mouth. He was starting to feel sickened. Not by the fact that this beautiful woman kept kissing him but by the fact that the more his kidnapper kissed him the more he liked it.
“This is gonna be our last day together so I say we do it right.”
She lay there seemingly lost in thought.
“I know you and I need to go on a date. But what to do? There are so many choices to choose from. I know we’ll do all of them!”

***

Back at the house, down in the den, Johnny sat on the floor. He lay on the floor with his feet tied together and his hands tied together behind his back. A bright red ballgag was shoved into his mouth. One of the girls Celeste, a stunningly slinky Latina, sat above him on the brick ledge in front of the fireplace. From his place on the floor Johnny had a wonderful view of her naked body.
She started pinching his cheeks with her sexy little toes.
“Ooh you’ve got the cutest little cheeks,” she teased, “I just wanna pinch them right off.”
He began breathing heavily and tried to wriggle free.
“Stop that, you love this.”
She pushed down on him with her feet holding him in place.
“You love this.”

***

Cain lay in the floor of a home office. He could see diplomas on the wall above him. The leather couch next to him told him this was the workplace of a shrink of some kind. Rope held his legs together just above his feet and his knees. A strip of cloth was tied around his head as an effective gag. His hands were tied together and tethered to the leg of the desk behind him.
On the couch sat Billie, a nude leggy blond who was clearly from somewhere in Eastern Europe given her accent. She sat there rubbing her bare feet over his crotch.
“God, I’ve been looking forward to this.”

***

Roxie had led Bill back into the office and onto the couch. She searched through the old box of DVDs she kept there finding the gushiest romantic comedy she could find.
“Loveless in Lace, this ought to be good.”
Bill groaned through his gag. He hated romcoms, this was borderline torture. She pressed play and jumped onto the couch. She looked over at Bill.
“Billy you need to get more comfortable.”
She pulled him down forcing him to stretch out horizontally on the couch resting his head in her lap. As the movie played Bill found her lovingly stroking his head.
“Oh Billy you’d better watch these guys, they’ll show you how to treat a woman like me.”
That idea gave Bill an odd sense of warmth.

***

Talon’s butt was sore. Pricilla has decided a good whipping with a belt was in order for his ‘transgressions’. The problem was she hadn’t stopped with just one … more like one dozen. He now lay stretched over an ottoman in her room his arms tied to the feet as were his legs. He could just left his head up enough to see a naked Pricilla glaring at him from her bed. He could tell this was gonna suck.

***

When lunchtime came Bill was in the hammock again. This time he was propped up by a pillow as Roxie joined him with a picnic basket. She pulled out a checkered blanket over them.
“Cozy, huh?”
Billy couldn’t help but agree.
She produced a couple of sandwiches and a bottle of red wine.
“What you’re 21 now remember?” he playfully ribbed Bill.
She pulled the tape from his mouth.
“Let’s eat.”

***

God what a terrible trip. All the kids did was complain. All his wife did was blame him. If he hadn’t cut this trip short they would have ended up killing each other. He went in first carrying a suitcase.
“What the hell?”
His house as full of the sounds of people making love. A naked blond was riding a tied up guy on the floor right in front of him. She looked up and saw him.
“Company!” she shouted.
Naked women ran out of the bathroom, bedroom, den, even his office. What was going on?

***

Talon let out a sigh of relief as Pricilla removed the vibrator she had shoved down his pants hours earlier. She then climbed onto his bare chest.
“You seem to get into too much trouble out there. I think you’re better off where you are.”
What?
“Yeah, you’re gonna stay right here from now on. This way I can always keep my eyes and hands on you at all times.”
She began taking off his pants.

***

The family sat tied up on the couch as the women led their boys out the door.
“Police,” Laura said into the phone, “there’s a family being held hostage in their home. Yes, I have the address.”

***

Roxie led Billie onto the roof. She spread out the picnic blanket and sat down the pillow. She laid him down on it and then joined him hugging him close as they looked up into the night sky above. Gazing up at the stars they got lost in their simple splendor. She looked down at her prisoner. His head lay on her shoulder looking at her lovingly.
He was, he was starting to fall for her. She liked that. That was bad, she couldn’t let him ruin her revenge. Not when she was so close. She abruptly got up.
“I think it’s time I called your mother.”

Chapter Seven: The Drop

Carla sat by the phone her mind lost, not thinking anything at all. Then came the call.
“Princetown Park, bench near the fountain, one hour.”
A short time later she sat on that bench. A young man in a plain blue dress walked up.
“Do you have it?” she asked as she sat down.
“Yes, yes, where’s Bill? Is he’s safe?”
“Your son is just fine. Before I take your money I want to tell you a story. A story about a man named Victor Maxell and a stripper named Roxie.”

***

“OK Billie’s on her way with the money,” Roxie said hanging up her cell.
She turned to face Billy who was tied back to the pole.
“We’ve got a few minutes to kill and you’ve been such a good little hostage I think you deserve a reward.
She left the room. Billy stood watching, wondering, waiting. Suddenly loud techno music started playing. Roxie strutted in from backstage in her pantsuit and fedora from her old routine. She began to twirl around the pole and Billy smiling at his wide eyes. She began to toss away her clothes piece by piece until that was left was her thong and bra.
She wrapped around him and began to grind away. Looking into his eyes she began to gently kiss him on his bound lips. She slipped off her bra and rubbed her bare chest over his clothed one. Then came her underwear. She began to grind crudely against his engorged member. Panting like an animal she pulled undid his pants and pulled them down to his feet. Grabbing his underwear she repeated the process.
Smiling wickedly she walked up to him until she had taken all of him inside her. As the music intensified so did her lust filled gyrations. She pumped and pumped until he couldn’t take it anymore. After he was spent she removed the tape and kissed him deeply.
“My turn.”

***

Victor waited by the door as Carla arrived.
“Well? Where is he?”
“Roxie will drop him off at Luke’s house first thing in the morning.”
It felt like the bottom of his stomach dropped out.
“Roxie?”
“Yeah, you know the stripper you’ve been screwing for five years!”
“Listen, I can …”
“No you listen to me Victor. Not only did you betray your vows you put your son in danger. I’m just here to get a few things then go and stay with my sister for a few days.”
“Oh no you won’t.”
“Oh yes I will. You’ve got bigger problems.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I know about the slush fund.”
“That has nothing to do with you, it’s company money.”
“I know that’s why I called the board.”
“You did what!”
“They weren’t too thrilled to hear of your embezzlement. They’re reliving you of your duties. The cops are on their way.”
“They can’t do that! It’s my company’s.”
“Not anymore. According to your own bylines its Bill’s now.”

***

Panting Roxie looked into Billy’s eyes. She loved the look she saw. It might have just been a bad case of Stockholm’s Syndrome but she could tell he had fallen for her. If her plan has worked he would now be head of a multimillion dollar company. She only had a few more hours to finish this. She screwed him two more times leaving him panting and begging for more.
“You wanna go again?”
He was too horny to even talk so all he did was nod.
“Then I need you to do something for me.”


Epilogue: And They All Lived …

“In other news today Billy Maxell, son of disgraced former Lampoon Industries CEO Victor Maxell who recently took over as CEO after his father was arrested trying to flee the country after being charged with embezzlement, married his girlfriend of three years Roxane DuPar.”
Victor sat in the prison common room staring at the TV screen.
“Son of a …”

While Billy ran his father’s company Roxie reopened The Back Door and turned it into a national chain of high end gentleman’s clubs. She and her friends, each of whom were now married to Billy’s friends / business partners, performed there each night to a packed house. Everyone got what they wanted and then some. Except Talon, he never left Pricilla’s bedroom again.

 

This story is written by Zachary, please send comments and appreciation to ztvfemdomtales@gmail.com