(More F4F, but males are absolutely welcome as well!)

Kidnapping is made so much easier and quicker when you're also wildly experienced with bondage.

I knew the patterns and paths of their morning runs. I knew the arrival time, and how my victim always parked in the same spot, stretched the same way for the same amount of time, and how the right airbud went in before the left. I moved silently from the entrance of the park trail - just after six twenty two in the morning - to a more secluded portion of the wooded area surrounding the dirt trails. This is where I would wait until your arrival - at six forty seven every morning - to snatch you.

Your wrists were cuffed up and bound with rope in seconds once you were off your feet, a knee is pressed into the small of your back. Self defense lessons from the local Sheriff's department taught me the most effective way to get an attacker off their feet. Or in this case, my new victim.

Any pleas for help are stymied with an effective and comically large ball-gag. It helps that seeing a girl wear one turns me on so much, especially when they try to force it out with their tongue and in turn drool all over themselves. no no no, sweetie, that's staying in!

The black hood, meant to conceal identities and cast the sub or bottom into darkness helps stifle the groans of my captive. Zipping up in the back, panels over the eyes and mouth that snap on and off all made from warming and unforgiving leather.

I pivot behind you. With your wrists secured, I place my body weight on your flailing legs and start with your ankles. A long length of rope quickly secures your feet together just above your hiking boots. I repeat the process below your knees, and around your thighs, before one last bit of rope seals your elbows together.

You're flexible.

That only makes it worse for you.

You're slung over my shoulder (all those gym squats have helped both my strength in overpowering you, as well as keep my ass looking wonderful and my body toned) and quickly deposited in the trunk of my vehicle. A quick grope of your breasts covered by your sports bra let me know they are indeed large enough to be tied up as I suspected. Your waist - small enough for one of my many chastity belts - comes exposed as you wiggle and writhe. This will still allow me access to your ass and anything I want to penetrate it with. Although my kidnapping weapon of choice is rope, lately I've been overcome with a fetish for belts and layers of leather.

The only other car in the lot when we leave is yours. The local police and rescue teams will search every adjacent parking lot, including the one I parked in. I'll stop outside of town, in a secluded area, to change tires and throw any authority that might make a connection off the scent when the tire tracks don't match up. If they even find the vehicle, of course, since it will soon be buried in two tons of dirt on an adjacent property to mine.

"We're here!" I call back to you.

I set you down on the cement floor, far below the surface of the world you will never see again, it's dimly lit, but not dusty or dirty. With some fight left in you, I affix your wrists to your ankles with hemp, and leave you to your hogtied, ballgagged stifled screams. I lock the door behind me, a heavy, metal slab of worn out red paint and spots of rust that groans when it's asked to perform its only duty.

The easy part is out of the way. Now it's time for me to gather some toys and gear and implements and start to have some torturous fun.

(Hello! I want this to be a very realistic kidnapping scene where your character is very unaware of most bondage gear. As such, I'm hoping you simply describe an armbinder, or a sleepsack, or any other piece of gear or position I put you in.

Looking very much for non-con.

This will be dark. I'm going to torture you. Please reply in scene and leave your kinks and limits at the bottom of your reply!

Let's write!)