Cristmas party (FM+/MF)

[dream713]

The following story contains themes of DID (Damsels in distress), GID (Guys in distress) and CID (Couples in distress), involuntary bondage, strong language. If you are unfamiliar or uncomfortable with this, please avoid reading. If you find any errors in the text, please let me know, I'll fix it! Many thanks to my friends Tapedupcouple for the idea and inspiration!


“James, look!” Jessica in her dressing gown held out an envelope to her husband. The man carefully took it in his hands and pulled out the contents. At first, he mistook the message for an intrusive advertisement, but then he read the handwritten lines:


Dear Mr and Mrs Smith!

I would like to wish you a very Merry Christmas. You have made a significant contribution to the public life and volunteer movement of the city of N.! In this regard, I would like to invite you to the traditional Christmas reception, which will be held on the twenty-fourth of December at six o'clock in the evening at my mansion at the address - Gerard Knight Square, four. Don't forget to bring this letter with you, it will be a pass.

Sincerely yours, Joachim Kasper Lewis.


Below the page was a sprawling signature. Lance knew for sure that it was not Joachim Lewis's signature. In his work as a lawyer, he had repeatedly encountered documents signed by this man, and the signatures in the documents and on the invitation did not match. He did not upset his beloved wife with his doubts, just smiled and spread his arms, inviting Jessica into his arms, and she does not need to be asked twice.

Lance and Jessica had married less than a year ago when they both turned thirty, though they had met while still in high school. Lance fell in love at first sight with his blonde-haired and blue-eyed classmate, but his feelings at school remained unrequited, even at the prom she went with her boyfriend - an athlete Mike. In the future, their life paths diverged, until a few years later, Jessica did not come to the law firm where Lance worked, to get advice on work issues. By that time, Lance had already become a certified lawyer and was able to provide qualified assistance to the girl, who did not recognise his former classmate in the tanned, confident man. Lance himself recognised Jessica as soon as she entered the office, but did not say that they had once studied together. He admitted it only on the third date. Jessica herself worked for the city's sociological service as a desk clerk. In their spare time, Lance and Jessica were engaged in volunteer work: they took part in organising various events, participated in numerous fairs, and took part in a number of charity events.

They started preparing for the party a month in advance. The first thing they did was to go to the nearest big city and buy Jessica a silver-coloured evening dress that shone in the light, as well as the same colour high-heeled shoes. Lance was more conservative in his choice of outfit, preferred a strict black three-piece suit with a tie, and lacquered shoes. In order not to fall foul, they decided to rent a luxurious black Majectic car.


***

On the twenty-fourth of December, Lance and Jessica put on their outfits and strode dutifully to the Majestic parked in front of the house. Lance held his wife's hand, and Jessica looked around, hoping that one of the neighbours would see them and ask where they were going in full dress. Alas, the neighbours had enough to worry about, so their walk from the porch to the executive car went unnoticed. Lance held the door for his wife and then got behind the wheel.

Near Joachim's mansion, Lance realised that they had made a big mistake by driving. There were only parking spaces on the next street over, and they were lucky that an old man got into his old pickup truck and drove away. Lance and Jessica headed towards the mansion on foot. As they approached the mansion, they were caught by a photographer who offered to take their picture. Smiling for the camera, Jessica approached Lance and he put his arm around her waist. When Lance and Jessica reached the mansion, they suddenly realised that almost half of their town had gathered for the party. Lance was even tired of saying hello to people he knew.

When most of the guests had their champagne glasses in hand, a solid grey-haired man in a tuxedo, about sixty years old, came up the stairs. Lance recognised Joachim Lewis, the owner of the mansion.

“Hello, my dear guests! I hope you all have champagne poured? We'd better make sure of it, as we have plenty of reasons to drink!” he smiled with one lip, and laughter erupted in the hall. “Another year had passed, filled with events, both good and not so good. We've all grown older and, dare I hope, wiser....”

After a rather long speech, Joachim raised his glass.

“Merry Christmas to you, my dear friends and colleagues,” he finished his speech to loud applause. After that, he went down into the hall and walked away to the side where the mayor and a few other influential people were standing.

The lights were dimmed, the music started and the dancing began. Jessica sparkled in her glittering dress, a cheerful smile shone on her face, and Lance was not tired of admiring his favourite spouse. Finally, Jessica grabbed Lance's arm and dragged him to the side.

“Where are you going?” wondered the man.

“They say there's an observation deck overlooking the bay. Can you believe it?”

Lance looked up at the blond, muscular guard standing by the fire escape. His face looked vaguely familiar, but that was all.

“A guard is standing there.”

“Oh, honey, I've got a plan!” Jessica smiled mischievously. “Watch and learn, my love!”

She caught the elbow of a slender blonde girl with brown eyes who was carrying drinks on a tray and whispered something in her ear. The girl looked at Jessica carefully and handed the tray to someone else and walked over to the guard, pointing towards the stairs. While he was looking for something, Jessica went over and opened the door, pulling Lance inside as well.

“Jess!” The man was amazed. “What are you doing?”

Jessica kissed her husband hard on the lips.

“Come on,” she whispered and dragged him upstairs. He didn't resist and followed her. They reached the third floor and opened the door, finding themselves in an empty corridor. There was a carpet on the floor, paintings on the dark brown walls, and mirrored, multicoloured mosaics in some places.

“I think we're this way,” Jessica dragged her husband toward a small door at the far end of the corridor. In the centre of the corridor, she stumbled and fell against the nearest door, which suddenly opened. Lance ran over to help his wife up and looked up when he heard voices.

In the very centre of the room was a round table with five people sitting at it. The faces of all five were unfamiliar to Lance, so he didn't immediately sense danger. He helped Jessica up.

“Heel is broken,” she sighed, holding the injured shoe in her hands, then looked inside the room.

“Sorry, we're lost. Jess, let's get out of here,” Lance hissed, dragging his wife out of the room. His gaze fell on the table and he turned cold. On the table was an open suitcase filled to the brim with wads of notes. “Let's go!”

Lance dragged his wife out into the corridor and, not to waste time, picked her up in his arms and walked quickly towards the stairs.

“Where are you going? We're not even on the observation deck! Lance!”

“Quiet!” the man hissed, opening the door to the stairs. Quick footsteps came from downstairs, as if someone were running up the stairs. Lance looked around in a huff and ran to the nearest door, pushing it open with his back. The door opened and he found himself in a room with a gym bag on the floor. A wide bed, two nightstands next to it, a plasma screen and a dresser opposite it, and a huge wardrobe near the door. Without thinking, Lance shoved his wife into the wardrobe and climbed in himself.

“Lance!” Jessica was outraged, but the man put his palm over her mouth.

“Quiet!” he hissed. “Otherwise we're dead!”

“What do you mean?” Jessica asked fearfully, muffling her voice.

At that moment Lance heard footsteps and belatedly realised that he had forgotten to close the door to the room. And since there was nowhere to hide in the room... The wardrobe door swung open and Lance and Jessica were staring at the scowling guard they'd slipped past on the first floor. The guy looked at them sympathetically, but then the man who was present in the room with the desk joined him. He scrutinised the hiding couple and hummed his thoughts.

“Greg, be a pal and bring that bag that your whole company loves so much,” he smirked.

The guard jerked as if slapped, but nodded and walked away, leaving Jessica and Lance alone with the man. Judging by the way the guard obeyed his orders without complaint, despite the obvious sneer, they were facing someone of high rank.

“We were lost and looking for a way out!” Lance began, staring intensely at the floor. “We couldn't see anything.”

“Oh, so you're blind?” the man asked in a mocking tone. “You don't look it. Anyway, you were running away from us pretty fast.”

Lance had an idea, and he lunged at the man, trying to knock him to the floor.

“Jess, run!” He shouted to his wife, throwing his full weight on his opponent. Jessica limped quickly to the stairs, only halfway stopped, kicking off her other shoe, leaving her barefoot. Lance didn't see it all, he managed to get the taunter man to the floor, but at the same moment two more men burst into the room, dragging Lance aside and throwing him to the ground, pinning his arms and pinning him to the floor. There was a shriek from Jessica and a moment later another guard pushed her into the room. Without a moment's hesitation, she was laid face down on the floor next to Lance. The man Lance had attacked stood up with a grunt.

“What an arsehole,” he grimaced and pushed Lance lightly in the thigh with the toe of his boot.

“What do you want from us?” Jessica asked, rising slightly.

“Really... What do we need...?” the man looked round at his handlers. “We need absolutely nothing from you, but maybe Mr Lewis does? What do you reckon?”

“I don't know, Serpent,” the one holding Lance's hands shrugged.

“Where the hell is Greg? Oh, here he comes,” Serpent rubbed his hands together happily. A blond-haired guard entered the room carrying a large sack. He threw it on the floor in front of Lance's face and stepped back.

“Greg, I'm assigning you a responsible task…” laughed Serpent. “Can you guess what it is?”

Greg silently rummaged through the bag and pulled something out, then sat down next to Jessica. Lance turned his head wearily and saw that Greg was holding several cable ties. What would happen next, Lance could predict with a high degree of accuracy.

“Guys, maybe we shouldn't.” Jessica pleaded. “We really didn't see anything!”

“Boss's coming, he'll figure it out,” Serpent shrugged. “Greg, what are you waiting for?”

There was the distinctive sound of a zip-tie being tightened, and Jessica shrieked as the plastic slammed into her wrists. The next zip-tie tightened on Lance's arms. Greg took a step back.

“Greg, I think you're getting your company a free workout. Come on, come on, come on, full programme, we've got to show them to the Lifecutter!”

Greg sighed heavily.

“It's nothing personal, guys,” he said in a muffled voice, and turned the bag on the floor. Lance could see the full set: coils of rope, rolls of duct tape, straps, zip-ties, handcuffs, various rags and gags. A leather armbinder topped it all off, but there was only one. “Serpent, what's their name? What if the Master doesn't like it?”

“Can't you think of one yourself? Let them sit in the wardrobe, in this very wardrobe. Now think.”

“I got it,” Greg nodded and pulled out the duct tape and began to wrap it around Jessica's ankles and thighs. After that he did the same with Lance. Next he wrapped several layers around their bodies, pressing their shoulders and forearms tightly against their torsos.

“What's all this for?!” Lance asked.

“It's necessary,” Greg reported grimly and stuffed several rags into the man's mouth, wrapping the duct tape tightly over the top.

Jessica tried to keep herself from being gagged and gritted her teeth tightly. Greg was aided by Serpent, who began tickling the woman's bare heels. She laughed and Greg quickly gagged her. The captives were then shoved into the wardrobe and both doors were closed from the outside, leaving them in the dark.


***

Through the ajar window, muffled music came into the room, along with laughter and shouts of joy. The party was in full swing. Except that didn't make Lance and Jessica feel any better. As their eyes adjusted to the darkness, they could still only see vague silhouettes of each other.

“Gnmmh! Thrm thmmrnngh thmm ghmm thph ghnn mmm phnnghrnnmph!” Lance moaned through the gag.

“Ghmm?”

“Thmm thph! Ghnn mmm phnnghrnnmph! “

“Mm mmth mnmmrmthn mmm! Mm mmh thrm thm thmm mm thph ghnn mm phnnghrnnmph!”

“THRM MM! THMM MM! THPH!”

Lance tensed his shoulders, trying to rip the duct tape with brute force, but it was no use. Jessica tried to twist so she could reach the tape with her long fingernails, but it was difficult. Then she decided to try to turn around and try to tear the tape that was restraining her husband. They hadn't thought about cable ties yet, they'd have to get rid of the duct tape first.

“Ghmm, Mmm ghnn thrm thm thrrm mrrnnph!”

“Mm mmth mnmmrmthn mnnthmngh!”

With a heavy sigh, Lance began to turn his back to his wife. The wardrobe was cramped, and the doors were propped open with something heavy. Another difficulty was that Lance was five feet nine inches tall, and since he'd been going to the gym, his shoulders were broad. An additional difficulty was that he didn't want to injure his beloved wife. On his own, he might have been able to turn round, but Jess's legs were in his way. He tapped Jessica's bound ankles and with a motion of his hand tried to signal her to tuck them under.

“Ghmm mmph mmm mmngh?! Mm hmmn thm mmth mmth mm hmmm!” Jessica didn't understand the message and thought Lance was playing a game.

Lance tried to pull his legs closer together and get at least on his knees, maybe he could turn around. He started to pull his legs up to his torso, but the duct tape prevented him from doing so. The only thing that came to his mind was to try to stand up with the wardrobe wall.

“Ghmm, mnph phmm!” he asked his wife to calm down. She was having a panic attack that caused her to wriggle, trying to break the restraints. To no avail, Jessica groaned and seemed to cry with fear. Lance realised that it was hard to count on his wife in such a state, so he decided to put his plan into action. With a wiggle of his arse, he placed his bound hands against the wall of the cupboard and then tensed his legs. He began to wriggle with his hands against the cabinet wall and his feet on the floor. Slowly, but slowly, he made progress, accompanied by the music outside and the desperate groans of his beloved wife. Midway through, Lance stopped for a breather, at which point he heard footsteps and the sound of the door opening. Before he could lower himself, the door swung open and Joachim Lewis appeared in front of them. He was no longer a kindly grandfather; he was a predator, looking at his prey with squeamish curiosity.

“Greg! Max!” he shouted into the corridor. The familiar guard appeared in the room, along with another in the same uniform, only thinner and a little taller. “Whose job?”

“Well, mine,” Greg admitted reluctantly.

“You have no aesthetic taste,” the man summarised. “Who wraps grey tape around a silver dress?! You should use black in such cases, to make it immediately noticeable, or better yet, remember the damn Christmas spirit and use bright colours. Green-red, like damn elves. Next... Now - see how the guy is almost up on his feet? They could have tied him up in a balltie if they're going to keep him sitting, but I'd rather have both of them hogtied or like jack. Have you realised your mistakes?”

“Yes,” Greg said faintly.

“Good.”

“What do we do with them?”

“Do what? Send them to my country residence!” Joachim smiled, and Lance felt uncomfortable with that shark's smile. “For now, rework your mistakes.”

“How do you want it?”

“Change the colours. And send it out of town as soon as possible.”

“How?” the skinny guard was surprised. “There are people around.”

“And this is your punishment. I have an idea, I'll even give you a hint: it's damn Christmas!” Joachim laughed and left the room.

Lance looked at the two puzzled guards.

“Ghhm, ghmm mnnth mmm mmth mph ghm? Ghmmm mth mmnth thm mmm?”

“What's he saying?” the thinner one asked.

“The hell he knows. Probably asking to be let go, as usual. They all do,” Greg shrugged, and Lance's ears pricked up at the “they all do”. It sounded like he and Jessica weren't the first captives here. “Okay, man, if you care about your life and your woman's life, you're not going to be a jerk right now. That goes for you too, sweetheart. You got it?”

Lance nodded uncertainly, but Jessica didn't understand what they wanted her to do. Greg shook her hard by the shoulder and repeated his demands. Through tears, Jessica nodded. After that, Greg took out a box cutter and cut all the duct tape that was on the captives, leaving only the gags. He also removed their zip ties and ordered them to remove all the scraps.

“Sit on the floor and don't move, understand?”

Lance and Jessica looked at each other and nodded, holding their hands tightly and huddled closely together, looking for support. Jessica flinched at every sound, and Lance felt himself on edge. He took his wife's hand in his left hand and held her close with his right, stroking her thin waist soothingly. Greg and Max were discussing something by the window, and Lance turned to the door. His movement was noticed and Greg showed him a fist. Finally, the guards came to some sort of conclusion. Greg rummaged through the pile and pulled out several skeins of red and green coloured scotch tape. After that, they began wrapping the captives again.

Neither Jessica nor Lance resisted. Jessica was bound with red duct tape and Lance with green. Their thighs were then pulled up to their stomachs and taped tightly. It became very difficult to keep her balance in this position and Jessica fell on her back.

“Hmmph!” she pleaded, but her plea was ignored.

The guards left the room and returned a few minutes later, carrying a large OSB crate. Following them was the blonde waitress who had distracted Greg at Jessica's request. She was carrying several rolls of wrapping paper.

The guards left the room and returned a few minutes later, bringing a large OSB crate and left again, returning a few minutes later with the exact same one. Following them was the blonde waitress who had distracted Greg at Jessica's request. In her hands she was dragging several rolls of wrapping paper. Lance realised what the guards were up to and he didn't like the situation at all.

“Mmn mmm mmth mph mmm mmmph?!” he moaned.

“Shut up. It's bad enough without you,” Max said without rancour.

“Hmp, ghmm mmn mmm thnngh?!” Lance was outraged, but the lid of the box was closed. He could clearly hear the small bolts sliding shut. It seemed the method of transport had been worked out, and it was very frightening to him.

He could hear Jessica's groans and indignation through the walls of the box, but there were the sounds of four more deadbolts and the room grew quieter. The guards and the waitress were talking about something, and Lance could hear the rustling of paper. It sounded like they'd decided to disguise the boxes as gifts. Time passed very slowly, but soon the rustling stopped. Then more people came into the room, picked up the two boxes and carried them somewhere. Lance hadn't realised that Joachim's mansion had a lift. Something heavy was placed on his box in the lift, and he didn't have to guess that it was the box Jessica was in.

Lance realised that they had been carried into the hall by the muffled applause. Lewis's voice came from far away, but he couldn't make out the words. Lance tried to shout something, but firstly the gag was in the way, and secondly there was noise insulation in the box. Jessica probably tried to scream the same way and just as futilely. Plus the applause made it hard to hear that there was anyone in the box. Lance tried to hit the wall, but only toppled over onto his back.

When they were loaded into the car, Lance knew it was the end. He mentally said goodbye to his beloved wife, to all his friends and relatives. Someone would find the rental car, but no one would know where they had gone. The realisation of the near end made a tear roll down Lance's face.


***

The car stopped with a jerk, causing Lance, who had barely found his balance, to topple over again. There was some noise outside, shouting and what sounded like gunshots. Lance didn't know whether to be happy or scared. On the one hand, it looked like the arrival of a rescue cavalry, but on the other hand... Everything became clearer when the lid of the box was removed and some tall guy wearing a ski mask and piercing blue eyes peered through it. He said something in a language Lance didn't know and laughed. A woman's voice answered him. Finally, in two hands, Lance was pulled out of the box and completely untied, pulling out the gag. Two more people were freeing Jessica. The first thing the freed Jessica did was throw herself into her husband's arms. And Lance looked around. Near the truck, three people - both guards and a waitress - were sitting on the ground with their hands cuffed behind their backs. They glared angrily at the people who had stopped the truck, until one of them... or rather one of them took off her ski mask, revealing her face. The waitress' face contorted with horror. They knew this girl for sure.

“As my mother’s family motto says: el castigo caerá sobre todos!”

[charliesmith]

Nice read!

[dream713]

Nice read!

I'm glad you enjoyed it!