Abducted To Attract (MFFF/F) Complete!

[Beaumains]

"Huh, what?" Helena uttered on her walk home from the supermarket when a black van turned onto the pavement with squeaking tires. Three men jumped out and ran towards her. "Get off me! Let me..." her throat produced before one of her attackers silenced her mouth with his massive right hand. He had grabbed her from behind, and his other hand wrapped around her body just under her chest and seized her right wrist. Helena dropped her groceries, and a jar of honey shattered.

A second thug, also dressed in black, brandless clothes, sneakers, sweatpants, jacket, and balaclava, grabbed Helena's legs. The two lifted her up and hoisted her into the van. Helena's blue eyes locked with the third attacker as he filmed her with his phone.

The last flashes of the abandoned road disappeared as the doors of the van shut. No one had seen or heard Helena. She was tossed on a dirty blanket on the floor and gawked into the phone's bright light.

"No, please. Let me out!" Helena pleaded before a white cotton ball was shoved between her teeth. One man sat on her legs and held her hands down while another circled a piece of bandage four times around her head to keep her gag in place.

"Your beauty stumbles me, Helena," a woman smirked with a hoarse rasp. She was smaller than the men but dressed the same. "That long blonde hair, subtle smile, tiny nose, and big blue eyes. It would be a real disgrace if that dalmatian of yours would never see her owner return."

The words frightened Helena, who could not move her limps to fight herself free, and she tried to turn away until a thought struck her. She recognized the voice. She was clueless whose it was or where she had heard it, but it had been recent.

The cameraman scanned her entire body as the van took off. A few minutes of hectic driving passed before it slowed down, and the woman spoke up again. "Also, I love that skater skirt of yours. Light blue suits you well. Tho it could have been a few inches shorter. Shouldn't it, Helena?"

The absence of proper lighting and a camera flash pointed at her face made it impossible to mark the woman's face. She trembled in fear, remembering her white sneakers, turquoise skirt, and white top she had selected this morning.

"Helena, choose: Should the skirt have been shorter?"

Helena's eyes had turned blood-red, and her body stopped shaking for a moment, hearing that question.

"No answer? Fine. Tie her up, lads. Tightly."

The men obliged and rolled Helena on her stomach. One hitched a rope around her ankles, winded it a few times around them with the doubled rope before cinching it. It was tight but not biting into her skin. He continued above her knees and pushed her blue skirt up to her bottoms. Meanwhile, his partner pulled her arms behind her back and held them together with one hand, and his other hand made sure they would not part again. Her wrists were tied palm-to-palm, and he also joined her elbows. They did not touch as a few rounds of cinches were spun between them.

"Now you look even better!" the woman praised as one man bent Helena's lower legs backward and secured a rope to her ankles. "So beautifully helpless. Fasten the hogtie, please."

Helena had never heard of a hogtie but realized its meaning. The rope pulled her ankles towards her elbows and was fastened, letting her limps float in the air.

The woman turned herself to the camera. "Night Hawk, you see this adorable girl? Another innocent victim and that is your fault. Your fault alone because you will not stop going after us. Poor her. You got till midnight to surrender, or we will throw her off the Apex Tower. No tricks!"

The cameraman ended the recording and sent the video away. The van took off again, making Helena slide across on the cloth from left to right and from the front till the back she moved. And her abductors laughed as they jumped up to dodge her. One was so nice to save her face from a direct impact. More mercy was not given.

Helena silently sobbed on the floor as darkness engulfed her. She was alone and powerless, fearing it was the end. The ropes silenced her body and the gag her mouth. She had not been able to process the words spoken to her but only thought about her two little brothers and parents. The horrors they would face in the next days, knowing she had gone missing. When would her body be found?

As her head collapsed under these thoughts, the van halted once more, and the hogtied damsel was zipped into a sport's bag. Without exchanging words, they brought her inside and into an elevator that went up. The tight, cruel ropes had no slack. After a stroll through a building, Helena was thrown on a table. Not gently, but it was also not painful. The bag was zipped open, and Helena matched eyes with an unexpected sight. A woman, mid-thirties with curly, shoulder-length crimson hair in a fifties-style coupe, sat on a chair, only two feet away. In her overly red lips hung a long thin cigarette.

"Helena, that's your name, right?" she smiled as if she was selling cleaning supplies in a commercial. Helena, gagged, remained silent and kept her head still. "Dear, take your time to collect yourself. I can't imagine the horrors you are experiencing. Nod when you are ready to be welcomed. I do not intend to hurt you."

Helena watched her with fury as she waited patiently. The woman smoked the entire cigarette and placed it in the ashtray. Meanwhile, Helena had observed the room with white marble walls, a white stone floor, gold-colored furniture with red silk, and a huge chandelier. The ceiling was high, almost 15 feet, and the rest of the room was empty, safe for some armed security in black. The woman strolled through the room, getting a glass of lemon water. Her old school sea-green jacket and skirt could have come easily from a century ago.

"Ready, dear?" the woman inquired, and Helena nodded as good the hogtie allowed. "Excellent, again, nothing awful will befall you today, I will promise you that, but it will be scary, uncomfortable, and a little painful at worst. Therefore, you will be paid a significant sum if you stay silent as your aid is required. Herefore, your stay here is involuntarily. Are you okay with that?"

Helena stared at the woman, not grasping what she said. It had all gone so quickly. Then she shook her head: She wanted to leave.

"Another excellent reply. Perfect. You will receive 10.000 dollars tomorrow in cash. Have an unpleasant evening, and our trap will work to lure that do-gooder in."

[mr bob]

such a great begging can't wait for what ever comes next

[Caesar73]

Seems a classic Very promising, I have to say!

[Tieup1]

A very good start, look forward to reading the next part.

[Beaumains]

Thank you all for the comments. I hope to write the next part next week.

[tickletied84]

Nice start [mention]Beaumains[/mention] - am looking forward to seeing where this goes, and what else may befall our captive!

[boundking79]

A great read so far. Loving the whole kidnap damsel scenario, but with a unexpected added twist of being something to do with superheroes.

[Beaumains]

Sorry for the wait. I got a little busy in the meantime.

A great read so far. Loving the whole kidnap damsel scenario, but with a unexpected added twist of being something to do with superheroes.

Kidnapped damsels are always good, but said anything about superheores

Nice start [mention]Beaumains[/mention] - am looking forward to seeing where this goes, and what else may befall our captive!

Nothing good, if I may spoil that.
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The lady, who still had not introduced herself, snapped with her fingers, and a butler slowly hobbled up, riding a creaking trolley to the table. Helena, who was still gagged and hogtied, watched the older gentleman set the table carefully. Dressed in a classic tuxedo, he laid out silver utensils, a crystal wine glass holding water, and the centerpiece, a metal dome in front of the woman. Helena could already smell the fresh bread and scent of a strong-flavored soup underneath. Her mouth began to drool as she remembered her last meal had been lunch.

After the butler had lighted two candles on the sides of Helena, he disappeared with his trolley. The cotton ball in Helena’s mouth got humid while the woman nibbed from the mushroom soup. She smirked at the bound girl, whose eyes pointed at the soup. A small slither of slime dripped over her lips on the canvas beneath.

“Dear, are you hungry?” the woman inquired.

Helena gazed up from the warm olive bread with a thick layer of salty butter and saw her wicked kidnapper. Her seductive simper alarmed her of any traps ahead. Still, she nodded as much as the hogtie allowed, knowing resisting and lying might yield an even more severe outcome; she could only play along.

“Well, well, but it is a shame you can’t have any, being my prisoner. Helena, any clue I treat you well may result in Night Hawk not believing this plot. Otherwise, my reputation will dwindle, and then I have to have you killed if he has not surrendered by midnight.”

Helena was speechless. Again that ghastly name, Night Hawk, was mentioned, and she did not grasp why. She had never heard of him. The woman continued eating her appetizer and ate all the bread, causing Helena’s hopes of receiving a piece to dwindle. She flicked her fingers again, and the butler returned with his trolley, cleared the table, and left. He reappeared five minutes later with the next course, and once more, Helena could not deny it smelled heavenly. A sizable piece of beef with roasted potatoes, carrots, and cherry tomatoes lay on the plate.

The four rolls of rags around Helena’s head had become damp already, and the heavenly food made matters worse. In the past, she worked as a waitress and knew a full belly eased the job.

“Mmmppfff,” Helena whined in her gag, capturing the attention of the woman.

Their eyes matched as she cut off a piece of meat and laid it into her mouth. “No equals no, Helena, but I appreciate your courage. Please, don’t bid again. Otherwise, I will have you blindfolded, and your eyes are a marvelous sight.”

The four-course dinner continued with buttered swordfish and ended with a platter of French cheeses. All the while, Helena’s shoulders and spine ached from the tension when the food did not occupy her mind. The ropes did not cut in her flesh, but the position she was in, unable to move with her arms pulled backward, was unnatural. Little high-pitched squeaks fled her mouth every minute when she lost control over her body.

Helena’s discomfort did not trouble the lady, who stared forward with a smile on her face and a little cloud before her eyes. Her attention had drifted away and celebrated her incoming triumph already. The tiny disturbances focused her on the captive, but she ignored her, feasting on her fearful expression.

Then, after the woman had finished the dessert, she snapped her fingers for a final time, signaling the butler to collect the last scraps of cheese. Helena also heard footsteps behind her, but she did not dare to look. Two pairs of hands yanked her away when the butler was done. They caught her falling body and roughly laid her on the floor, placing a knee on her painful back. Helena groaned.

“No sudden movements. Or you could accidentally die,” the woman barked. Her mood had changed from the calmness during dinner.

A knife severed the rope connecting Helena’s elbows and ankles in one smooth slice. The two men pulled her up and placed a canvas bag over her head. Each grabbed one of the bound arms and dragged her out of the room. Helena could try kicking their ankles with her bound legs but decided against it, fearing to pay a high price for a deed of rebellion.

The men hauled Helena up some stairs, and she felt the cold evening wind tearing through her tights after passing a door. She had not picked her clothes for a trip to the highest building in the city in the evening. They had become a little soggy from her perspiration, but the thugs did not care. She was laid down on a one-feet-wide wooden beam with her head sticking over the edge. They removed her sneakers and threw them away before pressing her feet against the wood such that her shins and insteps made a continuous line. Then they began rolling a wrap around her body. Starting with her feet until her upper back, they wrapped many layers that pressed her helpless body against the wood. The men kept her arms out, and when satisfied, cut her wrists free. Two heavy steel cuffs were rounded on each, and a chain was locked to both. Only then did they cut her elbows loose, pulling her into a T-pose without giving her time to respond or fight back.

A few clicks confirmed Helena’s deepest fears: They locked her to this thing. She had nowhere to go as a machine heaved her into the frigid air. At six feet, the crane halted, and a man pulled the bag from Helena’s head. She gazed again at the woman with the crimson hair who had lit another long cigarette.

“Well, well, you look lovely, Helena. The perfect bait to lure Night Hawk here. I am so sorry for you, but don’t forget your reward. It will all be worth it. Three more hours at most.”

Helena could not comprehend these words and felt disgusted. The crane raised her further, and she saw the sun had set, and a cloudy night blackened the sky. The wooden beam was bolted to a square formed by steel pipes. Each pipe was five feet long, and thick chains on each corner lifted the miserable girl up. Black wrap surrounded her and the beam, allowing no movement, and 5-inch wide donut-shaped cuffs hung around her wrists. Both were padlocked to a corner, making an escape attempt laughable at bets.

Helena gawked at about ten people 30 feet below her. Her captors were all masked, save for the lady who was their boss. One filmed her with a phone. A few others bore automatic weapons. The crane moved her further and made her pass the edge of the building. Hundreds of feet beneath, people walked on the street. They resembled ants, maybe even smaller creatures, and had no idea what was occurring above their heads. There were no lights aimed upward, and being spotted was hopeless, Helena concluded. The darkness had absorbed her as the wind and gag swallowed her pleas for help.

Meanwhile, the wind had found her body and slowly waved it around. The platform did not rotate, but the swings frightened Helena.

[Tieup1]

Superb chapter, plenty of detail, both physical and mental, a very good damsel in distress story. She is obviously being used as bait, as part of a bigger plan. Look forward to what happens next.

[Mineira1986]

Really great story. A true damsel in distress story indeed. Can't wait for next chapter. Will Night Hawk rescue Helena? Will the lady boss be captured?

[Beaumains]

Superb chapter, plenty of detail, both physical and mental, a very good damsel in distress story. She is obviously being used as bait, as part of a bigger plan. Look forward to what happens next.

Really great story. A true damsel in distress story indeed. Can't wait for next chapter. Will Night Hawk rescue Helena? Will the lady boss be captured?

Thanks a lot! The first time I write such a story. Here is the finally:

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In the dark, blackened night, the crane on the rooftop of the building carried Helena. On the wind-shaken platform, many layers of black plastic enveloped her feet to her shoulders. She could not move an inch. The wrap plastered her to the beam. The chains around her wrists forced her body into a T-shape, giving her a little slack to wiggle. Any hope of freedom had to wait on Night Hawk, whoever that might be. Helena had no faith left in the regular law enforcement. She also lived alone, had nothing planned for the night, and nobody had seen or heard her abduction. Without a job, it would take at least a week for anyone to visit her home, and thus, she would be long gone by then. Nobody was looking for her, save for maybe Night Hawk.

In turn, Helena remembered her two little rabbits and wept. Four months ago, she bought them as little companions in her empty home. Would they be hungry, having missed their dinner? Would there be a next meal? How cruel would their death be? Helena shredded the frightening thoughts as she searched the street below for signs of Night Hawk. Odd cars or strangers grabbed her attention, but none stopped or looked up. Everyone who passed by minded their own business, not acknowledging the damsel floating above their head.

However, the time had not stopped, and the consequences of Helena’s torments and current condition started to kick in. Her arms were cold and weary from the strenuous position. The biting metal around her wrists that kept them up burned while her fingers were frozen. She had balled them into fists to protect them, but it helped little. Her neck ached from the constant balancing and tension to hold it up while a damp sauna formed on the rest of her body as the black plastic prevented heat and sweat from leaving. The wood was hard and pressed onto her skinny figure, and her hips, knees, and bent ankles had trouble absorbing the never-ending push. Helena was hungry and thirsty, imagining their taste with a mouth filled with gory slime. Each of these sufferings was new to her, and all combined made her the most miserable, fearful, and distressed being she had ever been.

An hour and some minutes crept by as nothing occurred. The guards of the lady patrolled the top of the building in a tense manner. She silently stared forward at the city and smoked long, thin cigarettes, unmoved by her prisoner above. A thick fur coat made her immune to the cold that Helena suffered. A smile toyed her face during the few times she turned around.

From the shadows below emerged a figure. The streets were now almost empty, and their movements towards the tower drove Helena’s heartbeat up. He stepped into the building, and after some tense minutes, the hopeless lingering resumed. Cold, pain, and loss regained their grasp on Helena. Then, suddenly, the platform moved forward, and Helena gasped. She bobbed her head to the pair of black leather boots next to her armpits. The man knelt, and his knife cut through the plastic, and frigid air encased Helena’s soaked upper body, giving her chills. As Night Hawk freed Helena’s legs and feet, he bundled the plastic and tied it around the wood to prevent it from falling towards the guards.

Helena stared down in horror, watching the patrolling guards walking their usual routes. When would they glare up? Having her body freed, she pulled her legs forward, flexing her shoulders and back.

“Lie still, dear,” a deep, low voice whispered as the platform trembled. Night Hawk slid something around her shoulders and her legs, lifting her skirt up. He tightened it and hooked a carabiner to her back before cutting the chains holding her cuffs to the platform.

Instantly, Helena pulled her freezing hands toward her body and warmed them against her belly. Her elbows enjoyed their bent state and her shoulders the ability to retract. Her savior pulled her up until both stood on the wiggling platform.

“Ready to leave?” he whispered in Helena’s ear, and she nodded. “Then we shall leave!” he roared. “Madam Fléau, you lose yet another round. I will not pursue you tonight, yet you shall fear every night as your life behind bars draws closer. Au revoir.”

With those words said, Night Hawk pushed Helena forward and urged her to jump in the void. She complied, and adrenaline kicked in as guns blazed behind her. The ground neared before a massive pull dragged her upward as a giant black parachute opened. They glided downward on the desolated street. Night Hawk broke the landing and removed the carabiner that glued them together, giving Helena a chance to see her hero. A dark grey rubber suit and a matching mask covered his body. Feathers were imprinted on them, ad a black belt was wrapped around his hip.

“We should move,” he uttered with a deep manly voice. He disposed his parachute on the ground and grabbed Helena, flinging her over his shoulder and into a van that suddenly had popped up. He seated Helena, tore her gag off, and covered her with a thick woolen blanket in which she teared up.

“You were brave, Helena. I am proud of you. Now I will disappear again, hoping I will never see you again. Have a good night,” Night Hawk spoke when the van reached Helena’s home. He opened the van’s doors and dropped her off, gifting her the blanket she kept around her broken body.

As Night Hawk left, Helena recalled that her keys, phone, and purse were gone, taken by her abductors. Nevertheless, she stumbled towards the front door of her apartment. To her surprise, it was unlocked, and lamps illuminated the hallway already.

“Hey, girl!” a stunning blonde dressed casually cheered and appeared from around the corner to embrace Helena. “You okay? I heard that was pretty rough. My name is Mandy, and trust me, it’s over. You’re safe. Everything was staged, and nobody desires to harm you. Do you need a drink?”

Helena nodded as Mandy escorted her to the sofa and helped her sit down in disbelief. She was too tired to ask questions, let alone fight back. Mandy handed her a glass of water, which Helena drunk with trembling hands. She recognized Mandy from a job interview for a desperate attempt to work as a maid in a dismal motel a week prior. Helena had needed the money badly but had not been hired. The woman who had captured her earlier in the day had also been there, Helena pieced together.

Mandy sat down and hugged Helena. “You are confused and shocked by this night, and I understand it could be traumatic. I am so sorry. I will stay the night here for you, okay? Everything will be alright.” Then she stood up and grabbed a steel suitcase from the table. “Twenty thousand dollars, that’s your pay for today. If you ever want to return, let me know. We should have similar jobs with high rewards for you. You did an exceptional job. Allow me to offer you dinner, and then I’ll send you to bed.”

[Caesar73]

I liked especially the third paragraph describing Helenas thoughts about what to happen! And the end was an especailly good twist

[Tieup1]

A good story, well written, with a twist, at the end. Will there be a follow up ?

[Mineira1986]

Nice end! With a twist, I liked it!

I am always really impressed on how you manage to write your stories and make them feel so real. Like it was mentioned, that paragraph about Helena's thoughts was really good!

[Andris]

A very well written story, I enjoyed reading through it.

[Beaumains]

I liked especially the third paragraph describing Helenas thoughts about what to happen! And the end was an especailly good twist

Thanks a lot! Usually I don't write so dark as it a little harsh for my taste, but it is good to know it is appreciated.

A good story, well written, with a twist, at the end. Will there be a follow up ?

Thanks! Although I set it up, I doubt there will ever be a follow-up. I assume Helena will be traumatized (despite the reward), and I see no way to get a decent follow-up safe for another damsel being kidnapped (so kinda the same) or Helena going through it again. This was a good palce to end this tale.

Nice end! With a twist, I liked it!

I am always really impressed on how you manage to write your stories and make them feel so real. Like it was mentioned, that paragraph about Helena's thoughts was really good!

Thank you very much! But as I said before, I normally don't write so dark. Besides, some dude paying people to kidnap damsels so he can be a superhero and recue them. Not very realistic by my standards

A very well written story, I enjoyed reading through it.

Thanks a lot! Always nice to hear people are reading my ridiculous thoughts.

[Mineira1986]

Oh shoot, I should have made myself clear. The premise is a bit unreal (like you said, a called hero paying damsels so he can rescue them and keep being the hero) but, assuming that could be real, the rest of the writing makes it feel so realistic. That was my point =).