Cabin Ransom (F/F)

[AlexUSA3]

Cabin Ransom

I stop the car and get out. It is deep in a truly tropical forest. Scrubby pines, palm trees, bushes I think look like short, fat palm trees, minimal grass. It is Florida, and the interior forest is nothing like the tourism commercials show. I walk up to the trunk of the gray car and open it up. Inside is a real prize: a girl. Not just any girl is in this trunk though.

“Get out,” I order her with a thick French accent in my speech and a pistol in my hand.
“-hy are -ou -oin- thith ho -e?” my captive responds while staring at the pistol.
“Shut up and come out of there, or you will be a bullet-ridden corpse, my sweet.”

Out of the darkness squirms a girl of medium height and platinum blonde hair. She is dressed in a simple style, with torn denim shorts, a red crop top, a blue bandana headband, and red sneakers since it is quite hot. She doesn't understand why I have to do this. It's necessary for both of us to understand the truth. Only I know the truth, but the truth has damaged me.

While she stands up and begins hopping to the cabin, I brush my hair out of my face. My hair is only past shoulder length. and my American flag bandana headband does well to hold it back. I have black short shorts, black combat boots, and black socks below. Above I have a white tube top that pretty much only covers my bust. Silvery jewels glisten in our navels.

Black rope tightly binds Mrs. Nilsson’s wrists behind her back, and more binds her legs together at her ankles and above her knees. A red bandana cleave gags her. It is all tight, excessively so, a sign of the anger and passion in which I captured her. She is a strong girl, both physically and mentally, traits that will prepare her to understand the importance of my actions towards her.

“Hell -e who -ou are?” she asks in a kind, yet scared, tone, “-hy hih -ou hihnah -e?”
“You will soon find out,” a smug grin forms on my face while I open the cabin, “Get in.”

The cabin is small and wooden. It is stifling and imprisoning, just like me and my ropes. Only two chairs and a table are to be found. No air conditioning. No running water. No electricity. It is a forsaken place, far from civilization or home. I push the blonde girl onto one of the wooden chairs and order her to stay put. I go to retrieve a cooler from the car, but she doesn’t leave.

“I am going to make a phone call soon,” I say while taking photos of my captive, and I then send a few of them, my favorites, to a certain man in my contacts whom I know will be upset with me.

“Hello, Robert,” I say the name as ‘Ro-behr’ like a French person would, “I have your wife here in a cabin with me. If you want her to live, it will cost you $15,000. I think this is fair, no?”

There is a palpable shift in the atmosphere when I make my demand. Robert should be familiar to Karina Nilsson considering I am speaking to her own husband, indeed someone very close to her heart, perhaps closer than any other person. I can see the change in her body language, and I can hear the fear in her husband’s voice. The power and the control drive me now.

“Genevieve?!” his voice is panicked, “What on earth is this craziness all about?!”
“You piece of sh-t,” I am stern, “You will pay me my money. Cash. I promised you that this day would come the day you cost me my job! Listen to your wife begging for mercy from the gag!”
“-ohhy! Thee’th a -ahia-! I think the’ll hill -e! Hleathe hell -e!” Karina pathetically cries out.
“KARI!? Kari, I don’t know who this crazy woman is or why she’s doing this!”
“LIAR!” I shriek, “I never told you my name on this call or in my text! You know me!”

I hang up the phone and put it down on the table. I can see the look of horror in Kari’s face, and I feel a slight tug of a smile on my face. The smirk forms before a solemn frown takes over for a dramatic turn. How Robert hurt me! I can twist the metaphorical knife deeper into her back if I tell her the truth. The truth must come out to assure her cooperation. I unknot the bandana.

“How old are you?” I ask her without any concern for her in my voice.
“Uh… 23. Why?” she asks me with deep concern in her own tone, “What’s it matter to you?”
“And you’ve been married 6 years to a man in his mid 30s. Interesting. A 17 year-old bride.”
“Listen, Genevieve, I don’t know who you are, but you’ve got a lot of nerve,” I like her fire.
“I’m your husband’s blowj-b girlfriend,” am I ever dripping with disdain.
“What?! Bobby?! Never! No…,” the doubt is evident in her voice, the spark lit inside.

I sigh and shake my head. Of course I am trying to punish Robert. Not only did we have trysts I cannot specifically remember by date even if I remember each vividly, but then he ruined me. It started with tenderness; I was the other woman. It was all consensual romance between a single girl and a married man. It turned dark when he made a noticeable mistake. He blackmailed me into destroying the evidence. Then, when I filed a sexual harassment claim, he managed to use his position to spin it into my forced departure from the company with the company deciding I was the one harassing him. I found a job that paid $5,000 less, and he got a promotion that was worth $10,000. Before I left, though, he forced me to give him one last suction.

I take out more rope and begin using it to tie the girl up more tightly. I tie a breast harness, and I make sure its duty is as much about pinning her arms to her body as it is about forcing her bust out for a sense of proneness. The waist and crotch rope pin her arms further and irritate her with a true sense of desperation. The ropes below her knees and below her waist help her to see that I am not a girl who is to be taken lightly. The rope I run from her wrists, under the seat, and to her ankles shows her that I mean business and that nothing in this is personal. If anything, I hate that I have to do this to her of al people in order to make my point to Robert.

I can see the denial on Karina’s face. Oh, yes, the girl who married a 29 year old when she was a 17 year old high school student thinks that such is ordinary and normal. Can’t she see that she is being played? What is wrong with her? I pity the soul that lies before me; she’s clueless and too innocent to believe it’s possible. She can’t believe she’s married to a predator. I dial his number again to prove a point to her, so that she can see the cold hard truth with clarity.

“Robert, 24 hours. Do you understand? Get it! CASH! I will tell you where to meet me.”
“I’m… just don’t hurt her!” he sputters like any cheater would in his position.
“Yes, Robert, you are paying for the baby you forced me to kill. For the times you’d force me to suck your d-ck while you watched TV during your ‘business trips to Miami,’ you lying scum!”
“What? You’re making stuff up!” ti is clear he is a liar to even Kari, I think, “Who are you?!”
“A girl soon to be $15,000 richer… or would you like to be a widower instead of a divorcé?”
“I’ll pay you, Genevieve!” his tune changes now as I play the strings, “Good boy. I suspect you will never receive another bl-wj-b from Karina here. Enjoy your dissolved marriage.”
“Bobby, just pay her!” Kari starts talking, but I wrap an arm around her to gag her.
“Get on with it, you pr-ck! Karina needs the $15000 to get her along until she gets that big fat settlement from you because she dropped her own aspirations to be your trophy wife!”

I hang up on Robert, the douche. I let go of Karina’s head; she is absolutely flustered at what is happening to her. She hasn’t just been kidnapped; she’s discovering that she abandoned all her hopes and dreams as a kid for a pervert who has probably been having affairs with lots of women besides me. The part that galls me the most is the child I was ordered to abort, and that part is a major part of Kari’s horror. The poor thing cannot speak. I am beginning to feel bad for her. It’s not just the horror, but realizing she threw her own desires aside for a happy marriage, and there are dots connecting in her head. No wonder she didn’t have any children of her own, right?

The cabin is oppressive though. There is no relief to be found here. It’s over 90 degrees on the Fahrenheit scale outside, and the shade of the cabin is mitigated by a greenhouse effect caused by the design. We are increasingly soaked in sweat, and I take my socks off. Without a word, I jam my socks into Karina’s mouth, robbing her of her speech and her taste. I wrap her head in layers of black vet wrap, 4 layers as a cleave gag and 8 as an OTM gag. She practically chokes on the socks while I put my combat boots back on my feet with satisfaction.

I pull her tube top down to expose her. Such a kinky little thing; she thought she was dressing in a provocative manner to earn Robert’s attention when he came home. In reality, he was planning his next ‘business trip’ with whoever is his current sidechick… or one of his sidechicks. What a monster he is, and now his wife is suffering the consequences of his disgusting actions.

“Miss Nilsson, Karina, this isn’t about you,” I say with exhaustion, “It’s only about him.”
“Huh?” she notices the shift in my tone, the guilt when I look at her.
“Forgive me for this. I didn’t want to do this; your husband broke me,” I squirm uncomfortably in my seat while drinking a cold ginger beer straight from the bottle, “The abortion destroyed all I felt for him. That day he forced me to suck him off while he humiliated me… ruined me.”
“Nmmmmmmm,” Karina shakes her head; she is still in denial and profusely sweating now.
“It’s the cold, hard truth, and Robert will soon prove it when he gives me this money.”

I can see the anger and emotions in the exposed girl. She is the kind of girl whom a guy like that scumbag would find attractive. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, hot figure, a shiny navel piercing, and a body-builder figure all in one girl gets the guys slobbering over her. Such are disgusting when I can see the hurt in her eyes at being so brutally used and discarded like he has done to her.

Why do I feel bad? Why does the gagged, sweating girl earn my mercy? The massive drops are all over her body and dripping to the floor. Her breath is becoming heavy from being here in the cabin so long. It feels like an eternity, especially with the long periods of time where I’ve stared at her while thinking about Robert. While it feels like 30 minutes, a check of my watch reveals a timeline closer to 90 minutes, nearly 45 minutes since I ended my second call to Robert. That’s a long 45 minutes with my socks in her mouth, desperately struggling against the ropes, sweating a pound of water in a cabin in an unfamiliar place far from home, fearing for her life. A knock.

“So, Robert, you arrived at last,” I open the door, and his gaze is a familiar, cowardly gaze.
“Please, Genevieve, she’s innocent. Let her go,” the bearded figure is such a weakling.
“The money, Robert,” I take the suitcase from his hands without effort, “Go to hell.”
“You will let her go, won’t you?” he seems only concerned for her as my victim.
“Of course. Don’t you want me to release her to you?” his tone is disturbingly cold.
“Our marriage is ruined now; she knows the truth.”
“You piece of sh-t! Go chop your own balls off with a rusty axe!” I slam the door and bar it.

I start crying. I cannot believe this. I wanted to punish him by getting him where it hurts, with his wife. He doesn’t care. He’ll divorce and settle and move on to the next victim, and here am I with his wife, $15,000, and a seared conscience. It doesn’t seem right that he would do this, but I am missing the one who is truly heartbroken by his actions: Karina. She deserves much better than what this day has brought her: terror and heartbreak.

She’s crying too. Why shouldn’t she? A desperate, crazed woman kidnapped her from her own home, bound her and gagged her, exposed, and stuffed a pair of sweaty, nasty socks in her mouth in a bid to get revenge on her husband for something that wasn’t her fault. In truth, she is also a victim of Robert’s deplorable behavior. He didn’t even try to help her; he simply asked me, one of his numerous victims, to take care of her before he abandoned their marriage vows. Douche. I unwrap the vet wrap and pull the socks out of her mouth.

“Untie me! Please!” she begs me, “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?!”
“No… in fact, I’m sorry,” I mutter a bit, “You’re innocent and don’t deserve this. In fact, you are more directly hurt by your husband’s actions than I am. May I help you?”
“Yeah, by untying me,” I can tell she’s mad but thinking about it, “Why should I trust you?”
“Because I’m sorry for hurting you and for this $15,000 and for the suffering I caused. There are probably ten thousand ways I could have done this better and not hurt you like this!” I’m crying.
“We’re both kind of broken by this, aren’t we?” she muses, “Maybe we’re what we need now. I have nowhere else to go. My parents don’t live down here… I… I’ll come with you. Because I believe you’re truly sorry and don’t want to be a monster who kidnaps and hurts people.”

We both let out an agitated sigh. We’re both confused by this sequence of events, she by what’s unfolded start to finish and I by Robert’s cowardly response to my actions. He’s damaged both of us in one blow, a classic Robert Nilsson move of discarding women after hurting them. He’ll go out of our lives, and he’ll keep on wreaking havoc and destruction everywhere he goes.

Tonight, a steak dinner for us, with strong garlic butter on it. A glass of wine. Green beans. An expensive dessert. It is what we deserve, especially Karina, on Robert’s dime. It’s the least that we can do to care for ourselves after the most horrible experiences of our lives. That monster broke me, and, in my vengeful attempt to break him in return, only his wife was broken. With a tearful acceptance, Karina offers me her hand. It is an awkward alliance, but we’ve shared the nightmare of Robert Nilsson firsthand. My only hope is that we come away from this stronger.

THE END
Duration of Film: Approximately 107 minutes

Cabin Ransom
Production Date: Monday, August 12, 2019

Featuring	Model Name	As
Ashley Calland	Genevieve Badeaux	The Captor
Karina Larsson	Karina Nilsson	The Captive Wife
Ross Gentry	Robert Nilsson	The Captive’s Husband

[LunaDog]

Another one of your stories that was fun to read. Well done.

[Caesar73]

Another one of your stories that was fun to read. Well done.

Absolutely!

[AlexUSA3]

Another one of your stories that was fun to read. Well done.

Absolutely!

Many thanks to both of you for your kind words.