I guess I should have paid more attention to my Dad's business.
I felt that way after I came home from work late one night. I live alone in a good neighborhood, so I don't worry when I walk in to my dark apartment. Besides, I'm a big girl, five ten, men don't intimidate me.
But when a man sneaks up behind me, slips a sack over my head and grabs my wrists as I try to pull it off, I'm intimidated. He had tape around my wrists before I realized this was no joke.
He tripped me, forcing me to the floor in my apartment, and I heard the door shut behind me. It was just me and him in my apartment now. He reached under the sack to grab my hair, and he pointed my nose directly at the floor. One slight push from him, and it would be pain and nose-bleed city for me. I froze and waited for the next move.
He pushed my hands over my head and rolled me flat on my belly. He let go momentarily to put a loop of tape around my ankles. Then I was in the "death grip" again, nose pointed at the floor, and he was sitting on my rump.
I heard the click of a tape recorder and a computer voice said.
"Good evening Miss Phelps. I regret the inconvenience, but you are being held as collateral pending your father doing us an important favor.
"Mr. X, the man holding you now, is a professional... a professional bondsman shall we say, whom you will neither see nor speak to.
"We fully expect your father to cooperate and this inconvenience will end in two or three hours. In the meantime I urge you to cooperate with Mr. X in every way... every way. He's a professional who will do everything in his power to assure your safety, but your fullest cooperation is essential to insure that you emerge from this ordeal unharmed.
"Once again, be attentive to his non-verbal requests and cooperate as quickly and completely as you can. This will insure your safety and your father's.
"Have a nice afternoon, Miss Phelps." <click>
He poked me in the back with... a gun?... his finger? I couldn't tell. He poked me again. A non-verbal question? I nodded. I understood. He was happy.
He lifted the sack up to my nose and spread my lips. I opened my mouth and in went a cloth to hold it in place, which he tied behind my head. He lifted the sack a little higher, and my eyes were covered with cotton balls taped in place. The sack came off, and my nose was on the floor again. I could feel him relax a little.
Next my clothes came off. He slid my shirt, jacket and bra up onto my arms, then undid the tape on my wrists. The clothes came off, and he pulled my arms behind me, high behind me, where my bra runs across my back. My breasts pressed into the carpet.
No tape this time. Rope instead. Rope coiled around my wrists tying them together, then he looped a cord from my wrists around my neck so my wrists would stay up around my bra line.
He took the tape off my ankles and stood me up. He was crude, he lifted me up by my breasts. Down slipped my skirt, slip, panties and panty hose to around my ankles. I was naked; I stepped out. I was now blindfolded, gagged, naked and standing in front of a strange man I'd never seen. NEVER SEEN!