Hearing her hoarse, gagged breathing, Graham thought
"She must be thirsty..." Knowing that they were far enough away from her home to be noticed, he could finally take off the mask. In otherwords, home free. Well, atleast not for the cutie he had bound at the back of the van, but for him, the moment he parked the van inside there would no other trace of the lovely woman. While she was unconscious after the struggle, he left a message claiming that she had purchased plane tickets to Cairo as well as an AD for a new job. He booked the flight in advance, left ticket stubs and took her wallet. Smashing her phone and withdrawing a Thousand dollars from her card in the opposite side of town, he knew that the distance would throw off investigators in the offchance they did try to find her. In other words, this young lady was gone. Withdrawing from work after he contacted her boss via email, he also notified her parents of a sudden trip and falsifying quite a bit of evidence, there was little hope for her to return to her old life.
Stopping the car at the side of the freeway, he took his waterbottle and opened the door to the back of the van. Greeted only by muffled cries, long had her rebellious spirit had gone the moment she endured the position she was in now:
sitting on her haunches towards a wooden board, metallic pipes were positioned just enough so that her knees and her ankles would press onto the cold metal while her buttocks would press against her ankles. Behind her back was a steel pole that stood taught, where rope wrapped around her neck and her body keeping her right there. Ankles chained to the steel pipe, a few rounds of zipties secured her knees to the other metallic pipe. Now, for the fun part: drooling from the ring-gag that kept her mouth wide open, the clattering of her handcuffs, the chain link between her wrists colliding against the metallic beam behind her evident of what little resistance she offered. The fact that she was kneeling not on the flat surface but rather onto the steel runners meant that her entire weight was supported only upon the four points. Needless to say, the position would get painful in so little time. Secured to the steel pipes, there would no escape or reprieve from the torture.
Her skirt lay tattered onto her ankle, having been stripped down to expose her pink lacy panties, her top exposed and her cleavage was saturated with drool. Still clad in her lab coat, having kidnapped her just as she got home, he was surprised to find out that KnottyKnots, the author of quite some renown in fiction circles, had just been the young nurse living alone in a rented home. Wearing only one of her shoes on the right he began to tickle her left leg, grasping her chin as he forced her to look up. Once she started yelling and groaning, she could not stop drooling. "Thirsty, miss?" he asked, not even waiting for her reaction as he poured the water down her open-gagged mouth. Listening to her nasal squeals, he stood up. "Don't struggle much; you'll chaff your lovely wrists..." he said, his attention fixed at a strand of drool that dripped down her chin and onto her cleavage. D cup with a slender body? Fantastic!