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((This is my first fiction story and I wanted to do something different. So YOU, the readers get to decide Christine's faith. By voting on the Poll of what you think should happen next, highest vote wins! 
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Christine stood in the campus hall with her friends, the 5'6" blonde dressed in a small white neck strap top exposing her smooth slightly tanned stomach and sides, a short pink skirt showing off most of her toned thighs and black 4 inch leather pumps, exposing her perfect high smooth arches. She turns her head towards passing guys as they whistle at her, giving them a flirty smile with a subtle head shake in a 'You Wish' kind of way.
In the distance a shadowy figure watches the scene unfold, keeping a close eye on the blonde beauty, checking the time before disappearing around the corner. As Christine waves bye to her friends and starts walking away, the mysterious man checks his phone, sending a quick text as he starts following the blonde, slowly getting closer but always keeping his distance. Christine uses her phone while casually walking home, telling her friends she is glad the weekend has arrived as another shadowy figure approaches from the other direction around the corner. Christine's heels click louder against the hard ground as she walks around the corner, bumping into the black dressed man as her phone drops to the ground. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" she snaps as the man immediately grabs her small wrists, holding them down by her side as the mysterious figure following behind her wraps his arms around her, pulling a ball gag into her screaming mouth silencing her. She panics trying to pull her firmly held wrists free, unable to match the man's strength as the man behind her slides a blindfold over her eyes, dropping her into darkness as her arms are pushed behind her back and tightly cuffed. She screams against the gag, unable to speak or see as she is suddenly lifted over a shoulder, her small skirt unable to keep her fully covered giving the men peeks at her satin panties as she feels her ankles being crossed before being tightly cuffed together. Her heart races as she realizes she is being kidnapped, unable to fight against the two strong men as they render her helpless within minutes. Christine's muffled screams and cries for help go unheard as this seems like a carefully planned kidnapping, catching her offguard in the low populated area with no witnesses as she is carried into the back of a van.
The van drives casually to their destination as Christine is easily put back over the man's shoulder, her cuffed legs kick slightly as she tries to squirm free. She yelps into the gag as a sharp spank lands on her barely covered ass. "Behave Christine or it will be a lot worse for you.." one of the men warn her as she replies with a growl and muffled. "F..k Y.u!" She is carried into a building, hearing the footsteps of both men on a wooden floor... and then stairs, as she starts getting more and more nervous, wondering where she is and why she has been taken. She is thrown down onto what feels like a bed as she squrims, quickly trying to uncuff her wrists and ankles as she feels a man turn her over, pinning her face down against the bed. Her cuffed wrists are grabbed and uncuffed, feeling a sleeve like garment being pulled up both her held together arms before being strapped tightly, fully binding the length of her arms together behind her back as her ankles are grabbed and uncuffed and left free. She blushes brightly, suddenly realizing both men are tugging at her small clothing, squealing and screaming against the ball gag as she is ignored, feeling her small top and skirt being easily pulled off, leaving her in nothing but her satin bra, panties and heels. She growls with frustration still trying to get free, unable to wiggle or move her tightly bound arms much as she suddenly feels both men starting to wrap something around her almost naked body, starting at her ankles and working up her smooth toned legs, tightly wrapping the stretchy fabric up over and around her bound arms and around her chest, ending at her neck. She panics and squeals against the gag, trying to squirm free as she is unable to wiggle or move her tightly wrapped body much, hearing her leather heels squeaking against the other as she wiggles her little high heeled feet, the only part of her body still free.
The two men pick up the latex wrapped Christine as they carry her to a waiting table, laying her onto it as they both start strapping her down, pulling a strap over her lower legs, thighs, hips, just below her breasts and over her shoulders, firmly pinning the tightly wrapped blonde down against the table. She whimpers and squeals, trying to plead with the men as she hears them doing other stuff around her, leaving her waiting strapped and wrapping on the table. Her eyes open wide with shock as she feels the men putting her free ankles into stocks, locking them tightly as soft thick padding wraps around her little ankles, holding them oh so tightly but comfortably. She shakes her head with panic, pleading into the gag, wiggling her high heeled feet as her ankles are locked tightly side by side in the stocks. A soft voice suddenly starts whispering into her ear "We have been watching you a lot Christine. The way you flirt with all the guys, tease them with your body.. your feet.. your slutty but cute personality.." Her eyes shoot open with fear as she feels the other man grabbing her heels, very slowly pulling them off, inch by tiny inch, almost trying to make it last forever as the voice continues.. "And we have learned lots of things about you.. like how popular you are... and your rich parents..." Her head shakes frantically as her heels are finally pulled off, exposing her little size 7 feet, high and perfectly smooth arches and soles without a wrinkle in sight. Her heart skips a beat as she suddenly feels her little toes being pulled back, feeling soft string looping around each toe and being pulled back and tied tightly to the top of the stocks. "and... how insanely ticklish you are... mostly on your little feet and toes.. Time to have some fun Christine.." the voice finishes as each of her little toes are stretched back and spread apart, stretching her soles and arches taut fully immobilizing her feet.
The helpless blonde lay there, her body fully wrapped in latex from neck to ankles and strapped down to the table, stopping her from wiggling or slipping off. Her ankles tightly locked in the padded stocks, each of her little toes pulled back and spread against the padding, tied tightly in place rendering her soft smooth little feet and toes completely immobile. Her head the only part able to move as she remains blindfolded and gagged, her heart beating rapidly with panic as she realizes her captors know she is deathly ticklish.
Back at the remote location, her phone lays forgotten on the ground showing the last message she sent to her friend group chat "No thanks, I'm just going to relax at home for the weekend. See you next week! xx" Her phone pops up an alert (20% battery remaining) as the phone slowly runs out of power, unable to help the poor little blonde.
To Be Continued...
( Part 2 )
))Christine stood in the campus hall with her friends, the 5'6" blonde dressed in a small white neck strap top exposing her smooth slightly tanned stomach and sides, a short pink skirt showing off most of her toned thighs and black 4 inch leather pumps, exposing her perfect high smooth arches. She turns her head towards passing guys as they whistle at her, giving them a flirty smile with a subtle head shake in a 'You Wish' kind of way.
In the distance a shadowy figure watches the scene unfold, keeping a close eye on the blonde beauty, checking the time before disappearing around the corner. As Christine waves bye to her friends and starts walking away, the mysterious man checks his phone, sending a quick text as he starts following the blonde, slowly getting closer but always keeping his distance. Christine uses her phone while casually walking home, telling her friends she is glad the weekend has arrived as another shadowy figure approaches from the other direction around the corner. Christine's heels click louder against the hard ground as she walks around the corner, bumping into the black dressed man as her phone drops to the ground. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" she snaps as the man immediately grabs her small wrists, holding them down by her side as the mysterious figure following behind her wraps his arms around her, pulling a ball gag into her screaming mouth silencing her. She panics trying to pull her firmly held wrists free, unable to match the man's strength as the man behind her slides a blindfold over her eyes, dropping her into darkness as her arms are pushed behind her back and tightly cuffed. She screams against the gag, unable to speak or see as she is suddenly lifted over a shoulder, her small skirt unable to keep her fully covered giving the men peeks at her satin panties as she feels her ankles being crossed before being tightly cuffed together. Her heart races as she realizes she is being kidnapped, unable to fight against the two strong men as they render her helpless within minutes. Christine's muffled screams and cries for help go unheard as this seems like a carefully planned kidnapping, catching her offguard in the low populated area with no witnesses as she is carried into the back of a van.
The van drives casually to their destination as Christine is easily put back over the man's shoulder, her cuffed legs kick slightly as she tries to squirm free. She yelps into the gag as a sharp spank lands on her barely covered ass. "Behave Christine or it will be a lot worse for you.." one of the men warn her as she replies with a growl and muffled. "F..k Y.u!" She is carried into a building, hearing the footsteps of both men on a wooden floor... and then stairs, as she starts getting more and more nervous, wondering where she is and why she has been taken. She is thrown down onto what feels like a bed as she squrims, quickly trying to uncuff her wrists and ankles as she feels a man turn her over, pinning her face down against the bed. Her cuffed wrists are grabbed and uncuffed, feeling a sleeve like garment being pulled up both her held together arms before being strapped tightly, fully binding the length of her arms together behind her back as her ankles are grabbed and uncuffed and left free. She blushes brightly, suddenly realizing both men are tugging at her small clothing, squealing and screaming against the ball gag as she is ignored, feeling her small top and skirt being easily pulled off, leaving her in nothing but her satin bra, panties and heels. She growls with frustration still trying to get free, unable to wiggle or move her tightly bound arms much as she suddenly feels both men starting to wrap something around her almost naked body, starting at her ankles and working up her smooth toned legs, tightly wrapping the stretchy fabric up over and around her bound arms and around her chest, ending at her neck. She panics and squeals against the gag, trying to squirm free as she is unable to wiggle or move her tightly wrapped body much, hearing her leather heels squeaking against the other as she wiggles her little high heeled feet, the only part of her body still free.
The two men pick up the latex wrapped Christine as they carry her to a waiting table, laying her onto it as they both start strapping her down, pulling a strap over her lower legs, thighs, hips, just below her breasts and over her shoulders, firmly pinning the tightly wrapped blonde down against the table. She whimpers and squeals, trying to plead with the men as she hears them doing other stuff around her, leaving her waiting strapped and wrapping on the table. Her eyes open wide with shock as she feels the men putting her free ankles into stocks, locking them tightly as soft thick padding wraps around her little ankles, holding them oh so tightly but comfortably. She shakes her head with panic, pleading into the gag, wiggling her high heeled feet as her ankles are locked tightly side by side in the stocks. A soft voice suddenly starts whispering into her ear "We have been watching you a lot Christine. The way you flirt with all the guys, tease them with your body.. your feet.. your slutty but cute personality.." Her eyes shoot open with fear as she feels the other man grabbing her heels, very slowly pulling them off, inch by tiny inch, almost trying to make it last forever as the voice continues.. "And we have learned lots of things about you.. like how popular you are... and your rich parents..." Her head shakes frantically as her heels are finally pulled off, exposing her little size 7 feet, high and perfectly smooth arches and soles without a wrinkle in sight. Her heart skips a beat as she suddenly feels her little toes being pulled back, feeling soft string looping around each toe and being pulled back and tied tightly to the top of the stocks. "and... how insanely ticklish you are... mostly on your little feet and toes.. Time to have some fun Christine.." the voice finishes as each of her little toes are stretched back and spread apart, stretching her soles and arches taut fully immobilizing her feet.
The helpless blonde lay there, her body fully wrapped in latex from neck to ankles and strapped down to the table, stopping her from wiggling or slipping off. Her ankles tightly locked in the padded stocks, each of her little toes pulled back and spread against the padding, tied tightly in place rendering her soft smooth little feet and toes completely immobile. Her head the only part able to move as she remains blindfolded and gagged, her heart beating rapidly with panic as she realizes her captors know she is deathly ticklish.
Back at the remote location, her phone lays forgotten on the ground showing the last message she sent to her friend group chat "No thanks, I'm just going to relax at home for the weekend. See you next week! xx" Her phone pops up an alert (20% battery remaining) as the phone slowly runs out of power, unable to help the poor little blonde.
To Be Continued...
( Part 2 )
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