Making A Report (RPM & BothsAndNeithers)

[BothsAndNeithers]

Leslie Roth cursed at the lock under her breath, jiggling the key again, pushing up to her toes to see if different leverage would make the bolt turn. She had crap luck with keys in general - lock picking, sure, she was on it, but actually getting a key to function in the door it was made for? Not so much.

She finally heard the click and sighed with relief, wiggling the doorknob to make sure it was really locked. She was house sitting for her aunt and uncle while they were on an extended vacation with her aunt's family. There weren't really pets to take care of - their home sat on land, and there was a barn out back, but they'd never had animals. They'd invited Les to visit for the summer after she finished her degree, though, to have time to recuperate from four long years at one of the country's better journalism programs. When it turned out that Aunt Julie's family reunion would be that summer, they apologized profusely and sweetened the pot, paying for her to stay and start their car now and again so it wouldn't suffer ill effects from sitting.

It had worked out perfectly. There had been a disappearance in the town recently, a young woman not much younger than Leslie. She wasn't sure she had much hope of discovering anything, but the girl's family's land had backed up to her uncle's - the barn was, in fact, almost touching the property line. It seemed worth investigating, anyway.

She'd spent the first week of summer sleeping and shooting out her resume, and now she was ready to begin her vacation in earnest. She'd pulled on sneakers and jeans as an allowance for the tall grass, but her top half was all summer, a sunny yellow tank top that hugged her curves. If she'd planned on seeing anyone she would've been more worried about the cream bra straps showing under the tank top, but she didn't. She threw her hair in a knot on top of her head as she walked, sunglasses protecting her from the sun.

The house was set back from the road, and the barn was out of sight even from there, down a hill and over a creek she'd loved playing in as a kid. She was warm by the time she reached the barn and slid the door open, throwing all her weight into the effort.

 

[RPM]

Peaceful. Tranquil. Home away from Home. These were words and phrases often used to describe the town of Red Bug Lake, a small town popular with vacationers especially from the metropolis of Metro City, which was located about an hour away from the town.

And none of those aforementioned words and phrases described Layla Gilani and more importantly her present condition in the least.

Ironic that the barn at the very boundary of her family's land had something of a hidden secret. There was a trap door in the barn, very easy to miss (indeed by design this was so) near the back inside one of the horse stalls. And this led underground, to a hidden barn basement where she'd been held for most of the last night and day.

This underground room was about as large as half the barn and was decently tall enough for people to stand up.

Standing up, was, indeed what she was doing. Her hands were tied behind her back in a tight palm to palm fashion. Rope was coiled around her wrists three times with two vertical windings so she couldn't slide her hands through. Her ankles were tied together in a similar fashion. Rope coiled around her waist, and under her ample bosom kept her pinned to the wooden post.

She had been gagged as well, a wad of cloth stuffed in her mouth and a folded band of black silk had been tied over her lips and double knotted behind her head.

She felt, for the umpteenth time, the annoying itch at the tip of her nose. She glanced around that secret basement, looking around, taking in what details she could see in the dim light of two electric lanterns. The room had a few wooden posts to help support the weight of the barn floor above and was sparsely furnished with a couple stools and a chair.

She had wished she was sitting down versus standing up in those black strappy stiletto heels. Breathing in and out through her nose, and the one masked man guarding her glanced straight at her ample bosom again.

She had heard the sound of the barn door sliding open for the first time since she had been brought here last night. She knew that it couldn't be the kidnappers, they had stayed hidden, though two of them had headed up, hiding in the darker confines of the barn for some reason. Though she couldn't have known that.

She decided to see if she couldn't try and make herself heard.

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmm! Mmm! MMMPH!"

 

[BothsAndNeithers]

Leslie frowned at the door, trying to understand the latching mechanism before working it out and pushing it open, throwing every bit of her petite frame into pushing it aside. There wouldn't be anything of interest in the barn, she was sure, but hopefully there was a knothole or something where she could bring some binoculars and get a good look at the Gilanis' land. She wasn't sure what she hoped to find, but her gut told her that Layla hadn't gone far. From what she'd heard and read, she just wasn't the type.

She frowned at the dust motes that swirled through the air - what happened when you didn't use a building other than for storage, she guessed - and stepped inside. She'd been to the barn when she was visiting and helping her aunt and uncle, since it was where things like Christmas decorations and yard tools tended to live. She knew that what had once been the hayloft was more or less empty, so she'd set up camp up there.

Before she got to the ladder, though, she heard...something. A repeated noise. It sounded kind of like a human voice, but wasn't words. An animal snuffling somewhere, perhaps? It sounded like it was coming from the back of the barn.

"Hello?" she called out, trying to move towards the sound.

 

[RPM]

She heard the other girl's voice getting closer. To a point that she was almost at the secret trap door near one of the old horse stalls. It dawned on Layla just then. It's a trap! That's why the other two went upstairs!

"Mmm! Mmm! MMMMPH! MMMPH! MMMMMPH!" Layla shouted behind the gag as best she could.

"Looks like you're gonna have some company..." The remaining kidnapper leered as he walked over to Layla and casually began fondling her breasts.

"MMMMPH! MMMMPH! MMMMPH!" Layla exclaimed.

Layla blushed red for two reasons. One, of course , was obviously due to fruitless struggling against her bonds. The other was due to the rather damning fact that her nipples were starting to spring erect. Despite being rather ample breasted she was definitely very sensitive to stimuli there. This was a fact past lovers definitely exploited.

Never had she been more grateful that the bra she was wearing had enough padding to it that the kidnappers wouldn't be able to really tell.

Meanwhile upstairs the two masked men hiding in the barn's confines had seen the blonde walking around the place. Slipping around the various stacks of stored items they made sure to cut off her only exit. They both had enough rope and cloth to bind and gag Leslie several times over.

They sneaked closer in the darkness before one of them clamped a hand over Leslie's mouth, snaking an arm around her arms.

"Don't make a sound, understand?" He whispered.

Then the other kidnapper showed himself, cloth and rope in hand. The first man moved his hand away only for his partner to stuff a wad of cloth into Leslie's mouth before a folded band of black silk was tied over her lips.

Then Leslie's hands were tied and she was lead deeper into the barn, to the nearby stall. All the while the man behind her began fondling her breasts. The other man opened the trap door and led Leslie down a small flight of stairs where she would see Layla bound and gagged, standing against a post while a third man fondled her breasts.

Swiftly the men worked, tying Leslie to the post facing Layla, tying her ankles together before winding rope around her waist and arms, just underneath her breasts to fasten her to the post.

"This should keep you out of trouble." The man binding Leslie whispered in her ear.

 

[BothsAndNeithers]

Leslie walked carefully through the barn, not sure what was on the floor - all she needed was to step on something and slip and hurt herself - as she strained her ears. What on Earth was happening? She knew she was hearing something, but it wasn't words. Maybe...a baby? It sounded muffled. Maybe someone was talking on the phone somewhere?

She shrieked, jumping, as a man grabbed her from behind, but the noise was quickly muffled by a hand over her mouth. She struggled, trying to kick behind her and ignoring his advice to be quiet, trying to bite or wrench her hand away as she squealed.

Another man appeared. Her eyes widened, heart thundering - how was this happening?! This was on her aunt and uncle's property! How were they even here?

Cloth was shoved into her mouth, a gag fashioned. It didn't silence her by any means, but it kept her from speaking intelligibly - and, unfortunately, gave her other captor an extra hand to work with since he wasn't having to hold it over her mouth. Angry and terrified tears came as her hands were roughly bound, breasts mauled by the man behind her. She fought with nails and feet, but they overpowered her and managed to get her down stairs she hadn't known existed.

She looked at the other woman with wide eyes - the kidnapped girl! This was what had happened to her! Her eyebrows went up, concern for the other woman clear as she, herself, was tightly lashed to a pole. She tried to pull away, but only managed to hit her head on the wood. She turned to glare at the man who'd tied her up.

"Fuck you," she tried to say, but it only game out as muffled sound.

 

[RPM]

Layla's eyes went wide as she heard the sounds of struggling coming from upstairs as the other two kidnappers got a hold of someone. She heard the sound of the trap door opening and the sounds of footsteps.

These were also accompanied by several muffled grunts. Whoever they caught had clearly been gagged as well.

"Mnnnf..." Layla mewled as she saw the bound and gagged blonde being led down the stairs before she was led towards the post facing her. Ropes were being wound around her body, pinioning her to the post in much the same way Layla had spend most of the last night and whatever time of day it was.

As she watched the other two captors tying Leslie to the post the man fondling her breasts whispered into your ear, "Told you you're gonna have company."

Once the man standing to the right of Leslie finished winding the coil of rope around her arms, just underneath her breasts he reached over and began to fondle the blonde's breasts through the yellow tank top.

Layla felt heat building as the fondling continued and her features blushed red with embarassment. She hoped it wasn't arousal she was feeling, but knew it was the case.

Presently the groping stopped as black sleeping blindfolds were fitted over the girls' eyes.

"It'll be time to go by nightfall," one captor said.

Nightfall came and then the ropes were unwound around the posts. The girls' hands remained tied behind their backs, and of course the gags and blindfolds remained in place. Layla was in front with Leslie behind her and Layla once again felt hands fitting over her breasts.

Layla exclaimed, "Mmph!"

They hadn't been led up the stairs and out the trap door like she expected. All the while the men behind Leslie and Layla fondled the girls' breasts until they were led up another flight of stairs to a waiting car.

The girls were bundled into the back of the car, sitting in the backseats with one of the captors sitting between them. Then the car's engine turned over before the it began moving into the night...

 

[BothsAndNeithers]

Leslie shrieked into the gag as the man squeezed and rubbed her breasts, clearly - to her mind - more interested in humiliating her and showing that he could touch her than taking particular pleasure in the almost random contact.

A blindfold was fitted over her eyes, and she froze - she didn't like not being able to see what was happening around her. Her body took up a fine trembling, rapidly growing tired of standing tied snugly to the post. She tried to make a plan. She needed to remember everything, their faces, the location, and then look for opportunity to escape and bring the police back...and then write a story about it. This was horrifying, but if she thought of it as an undercover job, maybe that would make it easier to bear.

It seemed like she was standing there, blind and immobile, for hours in the relative silence. She jumped, yelping, as her breasts were unceremoniously grabbed once more. She worried about what else they would do to her, but since the other woman had still been clothed, perhaps they weren't doing the worst things they might. She tried to drag her feet, make moving her hard - she knew better than to let herself be moved - but without her hands or eyes, real resistance was difficult.

She soon found herself in a car, hands uncomfortably stuck at her lower back. She screamed into the gag as the car started moving and threw her weight from side to side, hoping to make enough of a scene for anyone who saw the car to notice something wrong.

 

[RPM]

Layla could hear the sounds of Leslie screaming behind her gag. Trying to get someone's attention. She felt her own wrists uncomfortably pressed between her back and the upholstry of the car's seat.

Layla tried to count the turns, from the winding road she could guess they were on one of the back roads that led to one of the main roads of Red Bug Lake. Then it was the start and stop traffic inside town.

Any minute now the cops will stop us. After all a car with two tied up passengers would draw anyone's attention. Layla thought as the car drove along.

"Mnnnf!" Layla protested again as the man between them resumed his almost obsessive fondling of her breasts.

From similar gagged protests Layla was pretty sure that Leslie was receiving the same treatment. Indeed she was, for the man between them had his hand over Layla's right breast and his other hand over Leslie's left breast and was giving both girls a good bit of squeezing.

Layla could feel some heat building at her core, blushing red again with embarassment as she felt her nipples harden and the definite sensation of moisture between her thighs.

It was then that she heard the sound of sirens as a police car took off, reacting to a phone call on the other side of town. But of course neither Layla nor Leslie would know this whatsover.

"MMMPH! MMMPH!! MMM! MMM! MMMPH!!! MMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!" Layla let out from behind her gag.

The police car's sirens sounded shrill, towards the side of the car Layla was on, letting out still more shouts from behind the gag. But then the sirens faded, until they could be heard no longer.

Why didn't they stop? They had to have seen us! Layla thought. Of course what she couldn't know was that the car's windows were darkly tinted and looking inside the car wasn't possible.

The car began to pick up speed, travelling at a constant rate. She was guessing that the car was going west, at least by the turns they were taking. About the only things she knew were along West Shore were vacation cabins and private properties.

The car was, indeed, headed in that direction. Towards one of the safe houses the criminal syndicate that held them captive would use to hold onto kidnap victims.

As the car drove along the shores of the lake Layla could her first a couple pattering sounds on the car's roof and then the pattering got steadily harder. Raindrops. And then the sound of the odd thunderclap.

The car stopped then and Layla could hear the sound of first the front driver and passenger side doors opening. She felt herself being hauled out of the car and the rain still pelting her and Leslie.

The girls were led inside the cabin, still bound, gagged and blindolded. Layla could feel the slight chill as they stepped into an air conditioned home, could hear the clicking of her heels along a hardwood floor and felt herself being led up a flight of stairs.

From behind she could hear Leslie's footsteps. Up the stairs and down a hallway before Layla felt the blindfold being removed. She blinked her eyes in the bright white lights. Looking around she could see the hardwood floor, a rug, towel racks, toilet, sink and a large sunken in bathtub in the floor.

"Alright ladies, here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna be untied but you'd better do exactly what we say, understand?" One thug said before pointing a gun at the two women.

Layla gulped and then nodded.

"Good," the thug said, "When you ladies are untied you can remove those gags. However we want you to make out with each other, strip off each others' clothes and bathe each other..."

Layla felt the rope being untied from her wrists and took a moment to rub her tied wrists before reaching behind her head and undoing the double knot behind her head, just under her ponytail. She let the black silk slide away from her lips before removing the wadded up cloth from inside her lips.

She licked her lips slightly to moisten them as she turned towards Leslie, facing the other girl, blinking again. With her heels she stood with her chest slightly above Leslie's. She leaned down, putting her arms around Leslie's waist, pulling the blonde closer, letting her lips lightly make contact with the blonde's, her tongue lightly probing for entry...

 

[BothsAndNeithers]

Leslie was, frankly, shocked that no one discouraged her movements or screaming - where were they, what was the situation, that they were so thoroughly unconcerned with attracting attention. She twisted her body, trying to evade the hand on her, but he obviously had more range of motion than she did.

Leslie didn't bother resisting as she was pulled from the car and marched along - if they worried about her being seen, they wouldn't have her out in the night air without hiding her in some way, and even if she broke away she wouldn't get far with her hands behind her back and a blindfold on. She felt for Layla as she heard the clacking of heels; had the woman really been standing in them against that pole all this time? Ouch.

Leslie blinked as the blindfold was removed, looking around. Not good. Who had a place like this all ready to go?

She glared at her attackers, not nodding, though she did reach up to undo her own gag as soon as her hands were free. The other woman turned to her, kissed her, and Leslie stepped quickly back.

"No," she said firmly. "It's not about you," she added quickly to Layla, "but absolutely not," she fired at the kidnappers. They weren't going to shoot her for refusing to make out with someone - that was a stupid reason for a murder charge. "If you want to watch girls go at it, you have the internet for that. Now, there's no one who has anything substantial for ransom for either of us, so I suggest you just let us go now," she said, crossing her arms.

 

[RPM]

Layla wasn't offended by Leslie's brush off. In fact under other circumstances she wouldn't ordinarily try to make out with another girl (though she wasn't opposed to it). Making out with another girl was only an occasional thing for her.

Leslie wasn't unattractive to Layla in the least, but she had other things on her mind. Had this been under other circumstances she would be happy to make out with Leslie in the first place.

Thinking about that act wasn't helping her in the least, especially given the heat building between her thighs and the hard nipples from the thugs' groping. Part of the idea that had popped into her head had come from the fact that she was feeling quite hot at the moment.

She moved her ear to Leslie's ear, "Let's see if we can't distract them..."

One of the masked men laughed, "Oh ransom isn't the only reason we grabbed her..."

He pointed at Layla as he spoke before continuing, "Let's just say with Layla's dad being the editor of the town newspaper having her as a hostage is some form of levearge..."

 

[BothsAndNeithers]

Leslie wasn't upset at the idea of kissing another woman - she'd certainly done so more than willingly in the past - but she'd be damned if she did it just because a bunch of criminals suggested she should.

She looked at Layla, eyebrow raised.

"Distract them from what?" she whispered back. "If we're both right here, neither of us can use the distraction to do anything!"

Leslie crossed her arms over her chest.

"What, you're hoping he'll put your good mug shot in the paper?" she shot back. "Whatever you're hoping to get, this isn't the way to go about it. Look, let us go and I'm sure Layla will talk to her dad for you."