Bondage Story There goes the bride

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He parked his van (a rather large job which looked more like it would belong to a furniture mover than a photographer) near the chapel next to an apple tree in full spring bloom. A lovely, fragrant thing - almost as lovely and fragrant as the bevy of young beauties waiting on him inside.

The radiant young bride-to-be was twenty and her four bridesmaids ranged in age from nineteen to twenty-one. All of the arrangements had been made by telephone, so this was the first time that any of them had seen him. The bride was thrilled with his choice of location for her portraits - the little chapel was like a jewel box - small, but beautiful.

The bride´s bruinette hair showed what seemed to be natural highlights of gold and red where the light touched it and the long tresses were done up in a very becoming fashion, with the greater mass of her hair pinned at the top of her head with the crown of her veil fastened there. Curled strands tumbling down from that, with only a few strands making it past her ears as the sheer veil draped down to touch her shoulder blades. The bodice of her strapless gown was satin and very form fitting due to the corset design that laced the top up in the back. The satin remained very form-fitting past the hips, then an inverted V-opened in the front allowed the chiffon skirt to flare through while a dovetail of stiffened satin in the back kept the chiffon train from trailing too far.

 Tiny crystals shone like diamonds along with equally tiny seed pearls and gave her gown rather the effect of a glittering field of fresh-fallen snow.

The twenty-one year old was the Maid of Honor and wore a strapless satin gown of sapphire blue which came close to matching her eyes. Her blonde hair was cut in an almost-too-cute pixie style. And it was a pure blonde - not wheat, not strawberry, but rather that very blonde blonde that hinted of Nordic blood somewhere in her background.

The remaining three were all dressed in a matching satin gowns with delicate straps going over their shoulders - the color of their gowns being more of a robin´s egg blue to his eyes. He quickly took charge and began to arrange the five formally dressed ladies for the photographs.

Several shots later, he announced he would like some other group shots later, but for now, he wanted to get individual shots and he prefered privacy for that. The bridesmaids were shooed off to another room where some light snacks and clear punch had been set up by him, then he began to work with the bride.

After a good dozen poses, he glanced out of the window and indicated the blooming tree to her, mentioning what a stunning shot that would be especially with the way the natural sunlight would show off her gown and hair to their best advantage. She agreed and the pair quietly slipped out of the side door and made their way to the tree.

He was right - the sight of her in the sunlight was a vision. After three shots, he sat down his camera.

"Hold on - your veil has a slight kink in it. Let me straighten it before I continue."

She held still as he moved behind her and he paused for just a moment to admire the sight of her from behind as he reached into the small case attached to his belt. She could feel his hands moving her veil, seemingly fluffing it. Then, without the slightest warning, he grabbed her around the waist with his right arm as his left hand clamped a thick wad of heavily scented cloth over her nose and mouth. Her immediate intake of air made her woozy and no cry of hers traveled far enough to reach the ears of the women at the chapel before the drug finished its job and she went limp in his embrace.

He carefully eased her to the ground to avoid getting any green grass smears on the gown, then moved to his van and opened the rear door, picking up a few pre-prepared articles. He had motified a white ´wiffle´ ballgag, removing the original straps and replacing them with satin ribbon. He took that and other lengths of ribbon back to the drugged bride. He opened her mouth with a little bit of difficulty and forced the ball inside, bringing the ribbons behind her head to tie them firmly together beneath the veil.

Easing up her chiffon skirts, two-inch white satin ribbon was quickly bound around her legs at mid-thigh, then again below her knees before a final length was tied around her ankles. Adjusting her again as she began to show first signs of stirring, he laid her left arm across her torso beneath her breasts, locking a strong, thin silver cuff around her wrist. Her right arm was placed beneath her left and a matching cuff locked in place before he fed a very long length of ribbon through her left cuff, across her torso, then through the right cuff, leaving a length trailing on either side of her before taking a shorter length and tying the two arms together right below her cleavage. It amused him to knot it firmly, then finish it off in a bow.

It was a bit awkward to raise her into a semi-seated position, but once he had, he pulled the trailing ends of the ribbon that had been fed through the cuffs behind her and pulled them together tightly before tying the ends firmly together. Then, as a final touch, he strapped on an over-sized sleep mask he´d been fortunate enough to find - it covered her from the top of her forehead to almost all the way down her nose. It had originally been black, but a friend with a talent for sewing had covered it in white satin for him.

Only when all the bindings had been double, then triple-checked, did he lift the softly moaning bride from the ground and make his way into the van with her. The white satin lined box he eased her into looked rather like a coffin, but he had made airvents in the lid installed with small battery operated fans to ensure she wouldn´t suffocate after he lowered the lid into place and locked it. Four other crates awaited the remainder of the bevy of beauties.

He left the rear of the van open for his convenience - he´d chosen this spot for its isolation, but even if someone happened by, nothing inside looked odd from a casual glance and the muffled noises the crated bride was able to make were nearly drown out by the motorized noise of the fans. Smiling, he headed back inside. The pixie was the Maid of Honor - only fitting that she would have the honor of going next.

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By the time he had the Maid of Honor boxed, the remaining trio were beginning to grow impatient, but that didn´t worry him - he wouldn´t be packing them as elaborately as he did his main prizes. Calling in the youngest first, he moved behind her to make an ´adjustment´, clamping the freshly redampened cloth over her nose and mouth until she slumped. Quickly pulling out two-inch wide white gaffer tape, he moved her skirts to bind her knees together, then taped her wrists behind her before sealing her lips shut with a strip straight across, two smaller strips ´x´d over that then one last straight across. Moving her to out of sight from the door, he called in the next one - the groom´s sister.

He had the drug-soaked cloth clamped to her face and she was still struggling weakly in his grip when the door opened. The last of the bridesmaids (the bride´s first cousin) glanced in - her eyes immediatly going wide with shock over the unexpected sight she´d come in on. With a choked scream that was really little more than a gasp, she turned and fled.

Cursing, he dropped the semi-conscious bridesmaid in his arms and took off after the one trying to escape his nets. She was in good shape, but her shoes were hardly running shoes and the ankle straps on her heels prevented her from just kicking them off. She ran to their car and was just getting the door open when he caught up with her, grabbing her to turn her around, then immediately back-slapping her hard to stun her. The blow caused her nose to bleed slightly and left her reeling.

The keys had been left in the ignition and seeing just how close she had been to escaping him only made him angrier. Grabbing the keys, he drug her to the rear, opened the trunk. It had recently been cleared out to make room for transporting the bulky bridal wear and so was currently empty. He shoved her inside and quickly shut the lid on her, ignoring her fists beating on the lid as he went back inside. The groom´s sister was still groggy, but trying to get back on her feet. He quickly ended that struggle by pinning her down and clamping the cloth back over her face. Once she was secured with the tape, he took the roll with him back to the car - only to discover that the troublesome cousin had discovered the emergency release and opened the trunk. The only thing left of her in the trunk was her heels.

Tape tucked into one pocket and the car´s keys into another, he scanned the area with narrowed eyes. Barefoot except for stockings and in a bright blue formal gown - how hard could that be to find? Besides, she´d had to get out of the trunk and out of her heels... he hadn´t taken long to secure the other. Couldn´t have had that far a headstart.

Going back inside, he forced the two taped ones to their feet and walked them to the van. Between their own heels and the tape hobbling them, the going was slow, but he had no fear of them attempting an escape. Not a realistic escape at any rate. Once by the van, he put them on the ground and taped their ankles before carrying them in one at a time and laying them in their crates. Unlike the other two, he hadn´t blindfolded them and he rather enjoyed their expressions as he lowered and locked their lids.

Scanning over the area again as he left the van, he suddenly noticed the back door of the chapel was partly open. He´d only used it once while he was checking over the grounds and was postive he´d reclosed it. Faint smile forming, he made his way quickly and quietly back to the building. Hearing her voice, soft and urgent, he zeroed in on her quickly and knocked the cellphone out of her hand before hitting her again - this time hard enough to split her lip. He was even angrier to note that she´d torn and dirtied her dress during her brief escape.

He wound the tape across her mouth and all around her head three times before he shoved her to the floor, facing up. Pinning her wrists together near her navel, he tightly taped her wrists together before forcing her skirts up past her hips. He barely noted the garters still holding up the tops of the now-ruined stockings as he used his knife to slice off her powder blue bikini panties. As she squirmed and struggled underneath him, he made his way out of his own pants with a bit of difficulty, but was rewarded in his own mind by her muffled squeals when he forced himself inside her. Tight.... fighting - just what he preferred in a capture but so rarely got. Her grunts and vain attempts to push him out made him erupt harder than he had in a long time. Didn´t make him happy with her, but it did take the edge off wanting to just strangle her.

Taping her knees above and below, he ripped off a hanging piece of her gown and used it to pick the cellphone up and drop it into his bag. The other evidence that they´d been there was soon also gathered together and he grabbed a handful of her hair to force her to move quickly to the van. He forced her to step up into it and enjoyed her renewed struggle when she saw her ´coffin´ waiting for her. He shoved her into it as easily as he´d shoved her into the trunk - but this container had no emergency releases for her to find. Locking down her lid, he made sure all the crates were secured to prevent sliding then exited and lowered the van door, locking it and making sure the battery operated air-cooling system built into the back was operating so his captives wouldn´t overheat. Wiping the keys, he dropped them onto the front seat and left the car as it was with the windows rolled down.

Driving away, he stopped briefly at a narrow bridge, giving the cellphone a toss into the stream running below. Fortunately, his client hadn´t specified just how large a bridal party he wanted, so he´d likely be content with the four, especially as they were all young, attractive and, all in all, a nice assortment of sizes. As for the hellcat? She´d stay with him until he got tired of her. Which would likely only take a few days. Then she´d make a nice gift for his friend at the old city cemetary. He never asked what his friend did with the ladies he brought him - didn´t really want to know. Sometimes, he had enough trouble sleeping at night as it was.

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In the news tonight, a new development in the mysterious case of the missing bride and her attendants. Last weekend, Margaret Golden reported that her niece, bride-to-be Jennifer Golden, and her daughter, bridesmaid Ann Golden, had both failed to show for a bridal shower to be held at her home. Further investigation found that her other attendants - Barbara Wester - sister of the groom-to-be, Janie Calver and Lori Childers - were also missing.

Today, three men were found driving the car belonging to Miss Wester and arrested. The three have reportedly denied any involvement in the disappearance of the five women, but police said there was evidence that at least one of women had been inside the trunk at one point. Police investigators have declined to answers questions over exactly what sort of evidence was found there but we have learned that family members of the missing women have been requested to give blood samples for DNA comparision studies. More to come as the story develops.

In a related story, photographer Van Northland has been released from the hospital. Mr. Northland, who had been scheduled for a photo session with Miss Golden and her attendants on the day they disappeared, was found beaten and bound in his studio by an unknown assailant or assailants who also robbed his business. Police say they currently have no evidence to show that the two incidents are related but will be questioning the three men in custody for possible ties.

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