![]() Sam pulled out of the parking lot, Brittany turned up the radio, and I laid and chewed on the sweaty sock in my mouth for the rest of the 15 minute drive to Sam’s house. ![]() “Glad you like it!” She retorted “Still got my other one if that one loses its flavor!” She laughed to herself as she faced the front and put her seatbelt on. I glared at her and shouted a sock-gagged version of “disgusting”. Before she even put on her seatbelt, Brittany turned her whole body to look at me and with a big smile asked, “So how does my sock taste?” After a couple minutes, I realized I was stuck and just laid there in defeat, trying to avoid touching the sock with my tongue while the girls enjoyed their smoke.Īfter about 7 or 8 minutes, the girls had finished and got in the car – Sam was driving, Brittany in the passenger seat. But the tape had not only been wrapped several times, but also up and down my wrists, keeping them tightly together and unable to move hardly at all. I fought against the tape, trying desperately to break (or at least loosen) the wrap around my wrists. I tried shouting at them, but they either didn’t hear me or didn’t care. The girls stood right next to the window my head was near and each lit a cigarette. “Don’t go anywhere” Sam said with a laugh as she closed the door. I struggled more feverishly (although, you probably couldn’t tell) as Sam and Brittany worked on fitting me the rest of the way into the car – pushing on my legs and pulling on my shoulders. I moaned in disgust while the girls laughed. I tried to push the sock through the tape, but the tape held strong. I could tell it was sweaty by the salty taste overwhelming my tongue. You can enjoy that for awhile.” Brittany said as she smoothed the tape over my mouth with both hands. Within only a second or two Brittany had used finger to work the sock all the way into my mouth, picked up the strip of tape and slapped it over my mouth. I tried to turn my head to see what she was doing, but before I even turned it too much I saw a dirty white sock (with pink on the toes/heel) presented in front of my face and quickly forced into my mouth. Then I felt her – still on my back – shuffling around. She ripped it off and set it on the seat, next to my head. “BUT,” Sam interrupted, “we are obviously going to have to do something about your mouth because I am SO not listening to you complain the entire way home”.īrittany began pulling a large piece of tape off the roll. We’ll take you back to my place, probably laugh at you for a bit, then we’ll let you go” “Oh, you’ll be fine” Sam reassured me “you’re just being a baby. “I thought we were kidding!” I shouted as I struggled – in vain – against the tape. “I told you we were going to kidnap you!” Sam said “You even SAID we could!” “You bitches better let me go right now!” Once my ankles and knees were taped together, Brittany finally let go of my mouth. Once my hands weren’t an issue, she began taping the ankles of my kicking legs – Brittany still keeping a firm hold on my mouth. Sam grabbed a new roll of duct tape from the floor of her car and started to wrap it GENEROUSLY around my wrists. I started yelling at them to let go, but Brittany – who was virtually kneeling on top of my back - clamped her hand over my mouth, silencing me quite effectively. They managed to push me most of the way into the backseat with me laying on my stomach. I began to legitimately struggle, but between them having the drop on me, and me being in an awkward bent-over position (as they forced me head-first into the car), I couldn’t really fight them both. Brittany opened the back door of the car, then assisted Sam with pulling me in. Sam then grabbed my arm and pulled me toward her car, pushing me into it. I just laughed a little and said “Heh, Ok Sam” “Well,” said Sam, “we decided we’re going to kidnap you” I walked over to her and Brittany and asked what was up. We laughed, and went back-and-forth some more.Ī few days later, we were heading to our cars after our shift that ended at 2:00pm. I joked that they’re welcome to kidnap me whenever. I don’t even remember how it came up, but we somehow got to joking about being kidnapped so that we wouldn’t have to work for a few days. Both of them are 27 and pretty attractive. Sam is a little taller – 5’8 – blue eyes, dark blonde hair and is a skinny build. Brittany is shorter - 5’6 - brown hair, brown eyes and medium build. I work at a fast food chain and frequently talk with two co-workers: Brittany & Sam (short for Samantha).
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