The Good Neighbor — Reader’s Vote (mm/FF): Part 10 (6/12/2024)

[TapeTurtle]

A is the winner!

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Part 8:

"What's the matter, ladies?! I thought you two were supposed to be some real fighters!" Keith called over to the two helpless women, who laid face-up on the ground in their tight bondage, chests heaving in fits of exhaustion and heavy laughter. Ms. Ellis rolled over onto her side and yelled something muffled and sarcastic back at us.

"A deal is a deal!" I called back to them. We went into this needing to crown a winner! We can't just give up now!" Both of the women moaned, looking at each other and shaking their heads. "We didn't come up with a contingency plan for having two quitters on our teams!!!" Jennifer rolled her eyes, ignoring the insults hurled their way.

Keith and I both walked over to the bound, swimsuit-clad women, and helped them up to their feet. Their faces and exposed skin dripped with sweat, while their tape and rope bondage stayed as tight as ever. They stared at us angrily above their heavily taped mouths. I stared intently into Ms. Ellis's eyes, grinning knowingly. She caught my gaze, defeated and exhausted, and nodded back to me in resignation. She and I knew something the other two didn't, and she was not thrilled by it.

"Well in the case of a double forfeit..." Keith went on. "I think there needs to be an early exit price paid by the two contestants, wouldn't you agree Bennet?"

"It seems only fair..." I grinned back at Keith. "What do you two think?"

"Ffhhhhfmmfhmmphh." Both of the women nodded their heads in frustrated submission, bouncing in place in their swimsuits as they fought to maintain their balance.

"Fantastic!" Keith roared with enthusiasm. Allow me to consult my business partner. Would you mind giving us a moment, ladies?" Keith gestured to the pool chairs several yards away. Rolling their eyes in anger, the two imprisoned bombshells made their way to the chairs in steady hops before taking a seat and glaring toward us.

"What are you thinking?" Keith posed to me. "We really have them right where we want them..."

"That we do," I replied. "Let me think...we'll let them out, and fix the pool while they change and shower. That should only take like thirty minutes with the two of us."

"Do we have to let them change? I can't stop staring at them like this. I feel like I'm in heaven." Keith expressed a subtle disappointment.

"Hear me out dude! Don't interrupt. We let them change now. We fix the pool. Then tomorrow...they each owe us 5 hours of doing whatever we say, wearing whatever we say. That's how we keep this going."

Keith grinned at me. "You're an evil genius." We shook hands, and Keith walked back over to our captive audience to explain the conditions of their release. "You have no idea," I replied under my breath.

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Fixing the pool took even less time than we anticipated. All it needed was a few filters replaced and some basic cleaning. We went inside to wash up when we were done, and were greeted by our formal damsels, standing in the kitchen again, drinking heavy pours of red wine.

"Can't we get more than five minutes alone without you two?" Jenn hissed at us, grinning and taking another sip. She had showered and changed back into her sweater and jeans. "I'm going home. I guess I'll see you all...tomorrow..." Jenn sighed and placed her hand on her forehead in dismay. "What have we done, Anne?"

Ms. Ellis, changed into a modest black sweater and jeans too, squeezed her friend in a playful hug. "We will endure, Jenn. We will endure." Jenn gathered her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

Keith looked down at his phone. "Shoot. My mom is texting me. I gotta run too." He turned to me. "Bennett, is your house still empty this weekend? Want to come over and...brainstorm?" He shot an eerie grin toward Ms. Ellis and Jenn, who sneered in return.

"No, I'm going to head to bed. Funnily, I'm exhausted. We've put in soooo much work today, you know." I heard scoffing again from the two women.

"Fair enough. Ms. Jenn, may I walk you out?"

"I hate you. Fine." Jennifer laughed as Keith stuck his arm out for her to take. The two of them made their way out the door.

Ms. Ellis and I spent almost thirty minutes chatting in the kitchen by ourselves. She offered me a sip of her wine.

"I'm 19, not 21, Ms. Ellis. Shame on you."

"NOW you're going to act innocent? What a crock of garbage." Ms. Ellis chuckled as she finished her glass on the table. "We really have to do this?" Her bright blue eyes burrowed into mine.

"You made the deal, Ms. Ellis. Not me."

The curvy blonde stood up and placed her glass in the sink. "Fine. But not a WORD of this to anyone. Especially Keith or Jenn." I smiled and stuck out my hand, which she shook in mock disgust.

Twenty minutes later, I stepped into the driveway, taking a deep breath of fresh night air. With Ms. Ellis's keys in my hand, I locked the door behind me and opened the passenger door of her Toyota Corolla, placing the bag in the empty seat. Smiling to myself and taking the moment in, I took a few slow steps to the rear of the car. I pressed the button on the key fob and popped the trunk open. Lifting the trunk door all the way ajar, I peered inside. "Ready? It's just a short ride to the house. Make yourself comfortable."

"HMMPHHHFFHHFMM!!" Ms. Ellis glared back up at me. She screamed in displeasure as I raised my phone and took a picture. Staring at the screen, I smiled. "I'm going to need the clear the memory on my phone. A lot more of these to take tonight." In the photo, I studied Ms. Ellis's body, clad only in a set of sky blue bra and panties. Her hands were bound behind her back with rope, as were her knees and ankles. Her mouth was sealed shut with several layers of silver tape wrapped around her head. Her hair was still in a pony tail, and partially stuck to her sweaty face. "HHFHFHFFMMHMMM..." Ms. Ellis groaned once more, her eyes squinting in anger, as I slammed the trunk shut.

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What does Bennett have in store for Ms. Ells?

A) A PG photo/video shoot (published here)
B) A PG-13 night of playing with her (published here)
C) An R-Rated night of playing with her (published in a one-off chapter in the Adults page)

You decide!

[Bilmik]

B

[Derftg]

A.

[milagros317]

B.

[Bandit666]

A

Why stop what you’ve started

[Caesar73]

A it is

[johopp]

A

[hafnermg]

B

[Flyingfoxman]

B

[Gilder]

A

[TapeTurtle]

I think I'll break the tie! I'll align somewhere between A and B.

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Part Nine:

I parked Ms. Ellis's car in my parents' driveway, leaving only about thirty feet between the car and the front door. Grinning, I quickly grabbed my bag and exited, heading to the trunk.

"Welcome to the World Famous Grand Bennett Hotel! We do hope you enjoy your stay." I smiled down at the half-naked, helpless blonde woman bound and gagged inside of her own trunk. Ms. Ellis grunted angrily at me and writhed in the tight ropes I had left her in, unable to wrench herself free. "It's time to go inside. Ladies first."

In a few swift movements, I hoisted Ms. Ellis out of the trunk, my hands careful in navigating her hot, sweaty skin. Before long, she was standing, wobbling slightly, staring around the sleeping neighborhood in panic.

"Hmmpfhhhhfffmm! Mmm hmmph!" She tried to hide back inside the trunk, stumbling slightly, clearly terrified one of our sleeping neighbors might see her tied up in her underwear in the middle of the night. I grabbed her shoulders and steadied her, staring straight into her crystal blue eyes.

"It's a safer bet if you get yourself inside the house. Get a move on!" I spun Ms. Ellis around to face the door, sending her on her way with a health smack on her round, barely covered butt. After a surprised yelp, my curvy, trussed-up neighbor began hopping frantically to the front door, her heels clicking on the concrete sidewalk. I marveled at her jiggling body as I walked slowly behind her. Reaching the front door, I could hear her panting heavily as I pretended to forget which of the ten keys on my key ring would open the door. Ms. Ellis urged me on in a series of frantic, angry mumbles behind her taped lips.

Once inside, I turned the lights of our modest little house on, illuminating the kitchen to the left and the living room straight ahead. I walked into the kitchen and began pouring myself a glass of water. "Make yourself at home, please!" I called back to my bound and gagged guest. Turning back, I chuckled slightly as Ms. Ellis, sweating and heaving, stood staring daggers at me from the kitchen entrance. "How rude of me. I should have offered you some water too."

I walked over and began peeling the tape from Ms. Ellis's mouth, slowly, careful not to pull her hair. Once unraveled, she angrily spat a damp sock onto the ground.

"What the hell!? You said I just had to model for you for a night. You didn't say I'd actually be treated like someone who'd been kidnapped!" I could tell she was angry.

"I said I wanted to kidnap you for a photography project. Those were the exact terms. I never said you *wouldn't* be kidnapped, did I?"

Ms. Ellis thought hard for several moments, then let her head and shoulders drop down. "Fine. I guess I learned my lesson. But could you at least untie me for a little bit before we get started? I need a break if we're going to be doing this all night."

"That sounds pretty reasonable. How do I know that you won't try and run out on our agreement?"

"Because I made you a promise, Bennett, that's why."

"That sounds really nice, Ms. Ellis. But I subscribe to the old KGB proverb -- trust, but verify." I pulled out my phone and took a few steps toward her. "I'll need some insurance before you get your break."

"Fine...what do you need." Ms. Ellis seemed ready to commit to anything to buy some time out of her bondage.

"Get down on your knees and tell the camera the terms of our arrangement."

"Oh my god. Freaking...Freaking weirdo. Fine." Wobbling and swaying, Ms. Ellis somehow managed to maneuver herself to her knees. I was surprised at her dexterity -- I imagined it would be hard to not completely topple over in such a position. "Can I start now?" She looked at me with a palpable exasperation.

"Almost...and...now." I stood directly over my bound, bikini-clad neighbor -- only an inch or two away from her face. I held the camera over Ms. Ellis's head, forcing her to stare straight up into the lens. Her heavy chest swung down and protruded out below her angled, ponytailed head. Her slender arms and exaggerated bottom also were caught in full view of the camera over her face.

"I agree to be kidnapped by Bennett until 8:00 a.m. tomorrow for his photography project. He has full control over me until that time. Our agreement is based on the condition that no one will ever see said photos besides Bennett and myself." Ms. Ellis sneered into the camera. "Happy? Feeling 'insured,'?"

Without thinking, and without turning the camera away from Ms. Ellis's face below me, I reached down with my off hand and gave her left breast a short caress and squeeze. It felt both firm and soft in my palm. I nearly passed out from the delight. Ms. Ellis turned beet-red. "You've got to be kidding me..."

"Now I feel insured," I said, grinning down at her and putting my phone back in my pocket. "But a deal is a deal. Let's get you untied, and in 15 minutes, I think we'll start with..." I put a hand to my chin, unsure how I planned to finish the sentence -- or how to begin my evening alone with Ms. Ellis.

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Reader's Choice! Bennett starts off the night by...

A) Forcing her to act out/roleplay a fantasy scene (Non R-Rated)
B) Cuddling in bed with Ms. Ellis (Non R-Rated)
C) Making a "How To" video about kidnapping a woman.

You decide!

[johopp]

C please... and you have to reshoot some scenes (especially the last ones, when she's already tied up - but maybe not gagged yet) several times. As a director, you are a perfectionist...

[Caesar73]

C please... and you have to reshoot some scenes (especially the last ones, when she's already tied up - but maybe not gagged yet) several times. As a director, you are a perfectionist...

Excellent Idea!

I go with C too!

[Bilmik]

C

[MacVennee]

A

[Bandit666]

C please

[Dpsiic]

Lovely, great to have some visualisation.

[Flyingfoxman]

C

[takimn22]

A but C is tempting ha!

[hafnermg]

I can't decide they are all good!!

[Derftg]

Please do B!

[ninterz]

Great parts. I'd go with A

[harveygasson]

What a phenomenal story! Loved it so far. C for me.

[TapeTurtle]

Part Ten:

I finished setting up the camera on the tripod as I waited for Ms. Ellis to come back downstairs to the from her costume change. I opened up the camcorder and tested out its array of controls. Once I triple checked that it was turned on I angled it toward the door of the garage. As I grabbed my duffel bag of supplies, I heard a light tapping on the garage door from outside. I walked up to the door and leaned in to hear.

"Marshall -- are you in there?"

"Yes. I'm all set in here. Are you ready?"

"Why did I have to change into your mother's work clothes? She's a bit more petite than I am..."

"It's part of the scene...So I'll repeat. Are you ready?"

"Ughhh...Fine."

"That's the spirit. I'll open the garage door when it's your queue."

"Great...can't wait."

I quickly darted back to the camera, took a deep breath, then pressed "record" before stepping in front into center frame. "The key to a successful kidnapping is victim selection." I motion toward the garage door, keeping my eyes on the camera. "For example. It's Friday evening. Our victim tonight is the secretary of a powerful financial executive downtown. After a week of surveillance it's become clear the two are also conducting a love affair. You've snuck into her garage to wait for her. It's the end of a long week -- she's exhausted, ready to unwind for the night. Her guard is as low as it can be. Our task is to kidnap her here at home, and blackmail the executive into paying a ransom. Piece of cake, right?" I hold up the control for the garage door to the camera. "We'll have to see about that." I clicked the remote, sprinting to the corner of the garage, hitting the lights, and crouching down behind a large shelf as the garage door continued to lift upward, making way for the darkened silhouette of Ms. Ellis as she clicked closer and closer.

Even though it was staged, I felt my heartbeat quicken. A few beads of sweat began forming above my eyebrow. I thumbed the bundle of zip ties and rolls of duct tape on the ground beside me, eyes fixed like a hawk on the obscured shape as she made her way to the wall.

A sudden burst of light flooded the room as Ms. Ellis flicked the second light switch near the garage entrance. The dusty fluorescents slammed down harshly onto her figure, but even the slight flickering of the old bulbs couldn't cheapen the stunning appearance of my soon-to-be victim. Though accurate to the character, Ms. Ellis was right. The work clothes she had borrowed from my mother were a size too small for her taller, curvier frame. Her light tan pencil skirt clung light latex to her strong legs and rose about an inch above her knees. Her navy button-down shirt hugged her shoulders and waist closely. Her sleeves didn't make it past her forearms. The shirt buttons barely could close halfway up past her chest, straining and squeezing the top of her breasts up over the fabric. With every move, it seemed almost like her clothes would tear into a thousand pieces.

I was surprised and impressed at how committed she was for the character. She walked in with small black purse, taking out a separate remote and closing the garage door behind her. For a quick moment she stopped in the middle of the garage, put her hands on her hips, and looked down, sighing in exhaustion and exasperation. I could have sat there and watched my blonde neighbor move for hours -- but I had a job to do. I stole one more look at Ms. Ellis as she turned her face slightly toward my hiding place. She had donned a pair of my mother's brown, thin-rimmed blue-light glasses. Her hair was done up into a tight bun. She even applied a light red lipstick. I smiled to myself, before standing up silently, looping a few of the zipties into large circles and finding the end of duct tape.

Ms. Ellis dropped her car keys onto a table next to a small stair that led up to the door to the house. As she turned away from me and placed her navy high heel on the first step, I charged forward silently, taking three huge steps before I was directly behind her. Moving with ferocious speed, I looped her right wrist into the zip tie with my right hand, while grabbing her left wrist with my other hand, pulling it into the loop and tightening it, before Ms. Ellis could even react.

"What the hell! Who are you!!??" she yelped, before my hand came down firmly over her mouth. I wrapped my other arm around her waist and pulled her backwards down the stairs and into the center of the garage.

Ms. Ellis fought me as hard as she could, as I instructed her to. We had struck a deal in which she was free if she could escape me once I first made physical contact with her. She writhed and kicked and wrenched side to side in my arms with surprising strength -- strength I had not yet seen in our consensual tie-ups prior. Working hard, I wrestled the fictional secretary to the floor, rolling her onto her stomach and pinning her with my body weight. I grabbed her thin, flailing ankles and pulled them together, zip-tying them tightly.

"Get off me! What do you want!? You can take anything just let me go!" I was surprised at how authentically urgent Ms. Ellis spoke. I was glad, as it helped me assume the sinister nature of the character I had to play, as well.

"The more you fight the harder this is going to be. I'm not here for your stuff, ma'am. I'm here for you..." Rolling my victim onto her back, I straddled both sides of her with my knees, bending over top of her wriggling, helpless body. "Last warning. Are you going to behave?" I stared down into the icy blue eyes of my neighbor as she began sweating in her undersized outfit.

"You want me to behave? Screw you! Get off of me! Help! Someone help!"

Even as a game, I was slightly startled by the volume with which Ms. Ellis cried for help. I put my hand over her mouth quickly and firmly, pressing down and muffling her screams. "That was a bad move, my lady. But you were warned." From my back pocket, I pulled out a surprise that Ms. Ellis's hadn't yet seen -- a large, dark blue ball gag I had "borrowed" from my a hidden shoebox in my parents bedroom. I held no judgements toward what my parents did together in their own time, and in the present moment, I could have even gone so far as to say I was grateful.

Without giving Ms. Ellis a moment to come to terms with what was happening, I shoved the large blue sphere into her mouth, behind her teeth, before rolling her back on her stomach to tighten the black straps behind her head.

"MFFHHHHFMMFFH!!!" Ms. Ellis garbled nonsense into her new gag, displeased at the improvised nature of her silence. "FFHhhffm hfmmm mmmmffh!"

"What was that, miss? Here, let me help you up..." Grabbing my kidnapped neighbor by the waist with two hands, I guided her up onto her feet, where she struggled to maintain balance in her high heels and zipties.

I pointed toward the camera tripod. "I think now would be a great time to introduce you to your audience, Ma'am. A good time also to thank you for being willing to star in my little educational project..." I grinned maliciously at the bound, gagged, and squirming blonde woman beside me, who to her credit remained in character, panicking and fighting me as I pushed her in slow hops toward center frame of the camera, facing the imaginary livestream and panting heavily.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you, our victim! Now that you have watched a master demonstrate the art of the surprise capture, I think it's time for a bit of audience participation!"

Ms. Ellis pretended to cry into her ball gag, a few slim streams of drool falling from her lips, onto her bulging cleavage.


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Audience vote! Should the imaginary livestream audience...

A) Have Ms. Ellis stripped to her underwear for ransom photos
B) Have Ms. Ellis hogtied in front of the camera, pleading for release
C) Offer to buy Ms. Ellis, having her packaged for shipment to a mysterious new owner.

[Caesar73]

Difficult Choices

If possible I would like a Combination of A and B - but if I have to choose between either two I vote for B