Waking Up to Disaster (Lostgalone x QB)

[Lostgalone]

"Whath..."

Mitsuru woke up slowly, eyes out of focus as she slowly came to. The last thing she remembered was taking a shortcut across campus through an old, abandoned part that no one went through. And then, she'd made a fateful turn into the arms of someone who, with a sharp-looking pocket knife, held the "Queen bee" at the point of it. She had just begun to struggle when that sickly-sweet smelling cloth had covered her nose and mouth, forcing her into a dizzy unconsciousness...

...and now, she was in this car. She didn't recognize the vehicle but she could see that the windows were tinted to the point she knew she wouldn't be seen from the outside. A quick scan of herself revealed some rather troubling things: her hands were cuffed with no sign of a key, her ankles held together by a few turns of a knotted rope. Her clothes were messed with, her skirt risen and her blouse wide open, revealing her lack of a bra underneath and only her thin panties below.

And the most troubling was the vibrator she could feel, the pill trembling in her now wet pussy. She tried to scream but the tape over her mouth effectively silenced her as she began trying to bang on the door of the car for attention...

"HELPH!"

 

[Kyubey]

Mitsuru
The Kidnapper (Masked)
Charles Wentworth - Mitsuru's childhood friend. Recently reunited after attending different elementary schools. Easy to push around.
Patrick Callaghan - Charles' friend. A little more inquisitive yet loyal to his friends. May have feelings for Mitsuru
Valerie Degroot - Mitsuru's friend. The brainiac of the group, though a bit stiff and cold, she looks out for Mitsuru.

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Valerie was among the first to be concerned. "Mitsuru is running late again. Not like it ever changes." She sighed with that unexcited tone of voice. With that, Charles was obliged to agree. Not that he'd really deny it, he only would if Mitsuru herself was there. That was how easy it was to get him to agree. "I guess...maybe she's freshening up?" he asked her just as he packed up his books. Unaware that something dire had happened to his pushy girlfriend, Charles put away his belongings, more than reluctant to continue his presentation on Fracking and Geology. "Hah. Probably takes hours to get her make-up. I guess that's all for today. See you tommorow." Valerie packs up her belongings as she waved farewell to Charles. The boy also left, trying to call her number. Even if she was so pushy and rather demanding...he still cared for his childhood friend. Now...where was she? Charles thought to himself, whistling on his way home.

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The tinted windows atleast gave her enough solace, to be able to see right outside. The parking lot was situated just right outside of the school building, just few minutes into dusk, with the orange skyline shining above. People passed right on by, but even with her gagged screams not one of them made an effort to move, as she was left stuck there. The doors were locked, even from the inside. It seemed like the machine itself was built to contain and imprison someone...the Queen Bee perhaps known as Mitsuru. Was this karma for that accident that ended in a humiliating grilling from her? Perhaps.

Though someone did move closer towards the car. Did a savior finally hear her gagged pleas? And while the person's face was obscured by the dark tintage, all hope slowly drained quickly as he leaned his head down only to put on a Guy Fawkes mask. This was no savior. This was her kidnapper. "Hello there, slut." He greets, opening the door only to close it quickly. Reaching over her legs, he slowly drew out a gun with one hand. "You fucking resist and I'll sure blow your brains out. Not like you had any to begin with, you dumb blonde." He railed on her, as he, roughly, pushed the seat back to make space, tossing her against the ground.

"Come on. Sit on your ass. Legs to the side you dumb whore. Don't make me force you!" he motioned he gun as a bid for her to do as he said. The Kidnapper's voice was distorted behind a voice modulator, though judging by his pronunciations it was clear he was a male. Then, taking the vibrator that fell, he then pointed the gun right at her temple. "Spread those thighs. Spread them~ That's good." he whispered as he hands her the remote to hold behind her back. "If I hear that thing fall silent I swear to God they'll have to find you piece by piece!" Was she willing to test his words?

When that was said and done, he walks up to her, grabbing onto her bare breasts. His touch was none too gentle. "How disgusting, drooling over your tits." he comments, stroking a portion of her saliva, smearing it right onto her panties. He laughs before his hands pressed against her bust. Her chest was squished uncomfortably between his fingers in his rough and callous groping. "Are these fake, you whore?" he asked, tapping the trigger so dangerously close to pressing it down and splattering her brains out.

 

[Lostgalone]

At first, Mitsuru was completely indignent. "Geth awayth fromth meth!" She had demanded into her gag, drool pouring from under the tape as she screamed this. She was used to being in charge and not used to being tied up, two things that she took for granted. As a result, she felt her rebellious streak and "righteous" anger coming to the surface...

...all of which drained away as soon as she saw the gun. She knew then and there, her kidnapper meant business and she was smart enough not to cause more trouble then. Eyes silently blazing, glaring at whoever this man was with anger above and beyond normal, she forced herself to sit back on her ass, legs spread as best as her tied ankles would let her. It wasn't a comfortable position and it showed off her bare chest but she knew she'd not be able to resist him.

As her hands grasped the remote, they trembled as she shook her head, though her gaze never faltered. She made sure the pill continued vibrating, hoping that the batteries would last long enough that the kidnapper wouldn't have a good reason to use that gun of his. "C'mon! Find a way to escape.." Her brain told her but she couldn't think of one with him hear.

It was when he felt her tits, his gun so close to going off, that the first tiny figment of fear filled her. She whimpered just a bit, the tiniest of sounds, before shaking her head. "Myth titsh arenth faketh!" She cursed into the gag, only drooling more. This was the truth; she'd been born with these, and they were unmodified in the least. "Leth meth outh." She hissed.

...she had to find a way out but first, she needed to survive this...interaction with her kidnapper. This much she knew.

 

[Kyubey]

Her gagged pleas did not reach his ears as he held the gun close, his merciless groping continuing. Looking right into the ivory white of the Kidnapper's mask, there was no mercy nor reprieve to be found. He took no pity upon the state of the former Queen-bee, not left begging and slobbering all over herself with her own saliva making mewling gagged noises. "Nice tits, you bitch." he barks, only to let down the gun, letting it fall to the flooring. Then, he poses with her as with a snap of light, he took a 'selfie' with the bound Mitsuru. "Hah! Tied up like that, you'll look great when I send that pic to your boyfriend! Maybe he'll be jealous when I show him you sucking my cock!" Psychological torture never letting up either, he aimed at completely breaking her down, determined to use any means necessary. "I hear you talk a fuckin' lot. Maybe that mouth of yours can give a good blow job, right?" he asked, grasping her hair, lifting up slightly.

He soon left her momentarily, mostly to send an email to him, attaching the picture. When he returned, he carried with him strange black sleeve, and a few more bud-shaped vibrators. "I'm gonna untie you, but I swear to God if you move your arm any place I'm gonna rape you, then feed you off to the streets for a cheap fuck." he barked yet another threat, as he slowly removes the binds behind her back, only to slide the leather sleeve onto both her arms, now kept pressed together. He traps it steady just at her shoulder and chest, straps running above and below her breasts, crossing just at the middle to accentuate her bust. Then, he began to strap the armbinder tight, cruelly tying knots that forced her elbows to meet behind her back, turning her two joined arms into a useless, fingerless stump.

Then, he lifted her up, forcing her to stand. Bringing his knee against the back of hers, he forced her to her knees, tying her ankles right against her thigh in the incredibly painful kneeling position after removing the earlier ropes on her ankles. Ropes lashing her ankles tight, she was forced to stand only on her thighs with her knees the new tip of her lower region. Then, tying a rope at the end of her armbinder to the ceiling, he kept it so that he would be perfectly balanced, her bound arms held up at a 90 degree angle. The result was a very cruel, stringent bondage strappado that forced pressure against her upper body and her knees, upon which held up all of her weight. The natural position of her arms forced her to bow slightly, furthering the humiliation as she was to endure this new position with her knees just at the foot of the back seat. He could have placed her up on the actual seat but god forbid her captor make things easier for her.

"Trussed up nicely, just the way a bitch like you ought to be tied!" Her kidnapper crooned, only to pull down her panties. The vibrator from before slips out, evidently slick with her pussy juices. "What's that, you're wet? You fucking whore, can't you smell it? Can you?!" he smears the juices of it just between her nostrils and upper lip, allowing her to smell her pleasure. Then, placing three vibrators inside and one nestled just at her clitoris, he pulls up her panties as he smiles, moving back. "Look up, whore!" he says, as the man, with her camera, begins to record video.

Walking up, he captor rips the tape off her mouth roughly, pulling a few hair strands that were trapped behind the sticky tape off. "Anything you want to say to your boyfriend, bitch?" he asks, smiling as the vibrators buzzed to life, all four of them with one strategically pressed against her sensitive clit. In his other hand was a ball gag: perhaps she would know where ta would end up.