Inspiration Challenge is where I find a photo on the Internet and write a quick story about it.
Photo credit: Tucson Tied
Drea glanced at the wall clock. It was 4:55pm, meaning she only had thirty-five minutes or so to get free.
Not that it mattered. She'd been tied up like this all day and hadn't loosened the ropes at all. Her captor promised her some fun when he returned. Considering she was here against her will, Drea was pretty sure the "fun" was going to be one-sided.
She was lying on her side at the moment. She tried shifting her arms, to no avail. Her wrists and elbows were bound together, and more rope circled her chest and shoulders. Additionally, each of her ankles was tethered tightly to its corresponding thigh.
Worst of all was the rope around her waist with another length running between her legs and pressing against her sex. Every movement caused the rope to dig in tighter, which would have been uncomfortable enough on its own. However, the buzzing vibrator knotted directly below her navel was an incessant source of agitation. The vibrations traveling through the rope might have been pleasurable would she have done it to herself, but her current state made them a source of frustration and irritation.
As much as she tried to focus on escape, her thoughts kept drifting back to her capture.
Drea had been out for her morning jog. It was the same one she took every day, and even the same route. Today, as she rounded a copse of trees, a pair of hands reached out, pulled her into the brush, and pressed a cloth over her face. The medicinal odor overtook her senses, and the world went black.
When she woke up, she was in a strange bed with a man she'd never seen before standing over her. After a few moments, she realized she'd been stripped down to only her panties and tied up. A rag secured between her lips muffled her initial outburst, gaining a smile from the man.
"I've been watching you for months," he explained. "In fact, you're the the only thing I like about this neighborhood."
He was tall and slightly overweight, with short, thinning hair. His face was tragically average, and it didn't appear he put a lot of effort into his appearance.
Drea tried to roll away from him, but he put a hand on her chest, holding her firmly in place.
"Unfortunately, I need to go to work today," he continued. "I should be home around five-thirty, and then we can have some fun together. Before I go, I've got something to help keep you in the mood until then."
The man tied the vibrator to her crotch rope, and despite Drea's pleading to the contrary, turned it on, sending a wave of unwelcome stimulus into her most sensitive places.
Then he kissed her on the forehead and left.
Nine hours later, she was still a prisoner. Again, tears formed in the corner of her eyes as she pondered her fate. Would he only molest her once and let her go, or would she be his prisoner for the rest of her life?
No, she couldn't give up. Drea pulled herself up into a kneeling position, ignoring the rope as it dug into her crotch again. She glanced around the room for anything that might help her escape. Seconds later, the sound of a car pulling in the driveway told her she was out of time, and the most she could do is mentally prepare herself for what was to come.
Kristoffer Wolff is the author of numerous action and adventure thrillers featuring detectives, superheroines, and other damsels in varying degrees of peril and distress. You can find out more and purchase his work at KristofferWolff.com.