Jasmine Black was in Las Vegas for a commercial photography session.
She liked being in Las Vegas because it was such a fun city.
There was a lot of things to do in this city, twenty four hours a day.
She was familiar with Las Vegas because she had been here many times
before.
She had come here more than once when she was touring as an assistant to
the magician Vivica Grey.
Vivica was the ultimate entertainment when it came to magic and escapes.
She was a contortionist just like Jasmine.
They both had the ability to twist their limbs like rubber because they
were both born double jointed.
Jasmine had already traveled all over the world when she was growing up.
Her mother was a CIA operative and she had spent time with her mother on
six of the seven continents. She also learned a lot about the world while
they were traveling.
As well as being very smart in school, she paid attention to things going
on around her and learned as much as she could from the people around her.
This was good because her mother spent time around some of the best minds
and influential people in her travels and exploits.
The photography session she was being paid for was as a foot model.
The genetics she received from her mother had endowed her with the most
gorgeous feet.
She was the highest paid foot model ever because her ankles, arches and
toes were so perfect.
She had been told by the best professional photographers and
videographers that even the wrinkles on the bottoms of her feet were
exquisite.
The company that hired the photographer had also paid for her hotel room.
It was a large suite, usually used by VIPs from the government or large
corporations, or rich celebrities.
The photographer informed her ahead of time that all wardrobe would be
provided.
She decided to wear just a simple short dress, short white cotton socks
and sneakers so her feet would not get dirty on the way to the location.
She entered what looked like a warehouse that had been converted into
office spaces.
She noticed going down the hallway to the elevator that most of the
offices seemed empty and unused.
She took the elevator to the second floor and entered the large room for
the job at hand.
The photographer and her assistant were ready and put her into a dress,
pantyhose and heels.
The dress was light gray and very tight fitting.
It was strapless and low cut with the length barely past her ass cheeks.
The pantyhose was black and very sheer with the seam up the back.
The heels were Italian made silver sandals, four inches high with very
thin soles. There were two thin straps across her toes and one thin strap
behind her ankle.
They sat her down on a stool and remarked about her long, very straight,
jet black hair.
The outfit contrasted nicely with her light brown skin.
They took four photographs.
First of her hair, from the back, which was long enough to go to the
small of her back, next her face from the side, then her legs and feet
from the front with her legs crossed at the ankles, finishing with a shot
of her ankles from the back with her legs together.
She was told how beautiful she was and wonderful to work with.
They told her to keep the outfit.
She kept it on and took her belongings in the bag they gave her, carrying
it in the same hand she had her purse in.
She was getting off the elevator and walking down the long hall toward
the exit.
It was already getting dark.
Suddenly she felt a wet cloth over her nose and mouth.
She reached up to grab the arm, but she had gasped when she was surprised
from behind and had inhaled a lot of the chloroform.
There was not much of a struggle on her part before she fell into the
waiting arms of the woman behind her.
Jasmine was picked up with one arm under her back and one arm under her
thighs.
She was carried into a large, unoccupied office.
The woman sat her on the floor and rolled her over onto her stomach.
The woman took out some half inch white nylon ropes that were pre-cut to
the sizes she was going to use.
She had planned this in advance.
She pulled Jasmine's arms behind her back and crossed her wrists.
She wrapped the rope around her wrists several times horizontally and
vertically tying the knot above her wrists out of reach of her fingers.
She took a longer piece of rope and wrapped it around Jasmine's waist and
wrists. She finished by taking the ends under the tops of Jasmine's wrists
and tying the knot next to the wrist knot.
Jasmine's legs were tied just above the knees and her ankles were tied
together straight instead of crossed like her hands.
The last piece of rope was tied around her wrists with the knot under and
above her wrists like the others.
The other end was tied around the ankle ropes with the knot in front of
her feet.
Her feet had been pulled up to about one foot from her hands.
She took a white piece of towel and tied it between Jasmine's teeth with
the knot at the top of her neck, behind her head underneath her long
black hair.
The woman grabbed Jasmine's purse, pushed her feet so that she lay on
her side, then left the office to make her telephone call.
Cynthia White placed the call to the woman that had hired her to abduct
Jasmine.
She told her employer where Jasmine was.
The woman had told Cynthia that she was being paid to kidnap Jasmine.
She was told to take her to an isolated location, to leave her bound and
gagged, and to call to report the location.
The location of Jasmine's job was given to Cynthia and that had made
everything easier.
Her job was finished, the woman did not want Cynthia around when she got
there.
Jasmine was now slowly waking up.
As she was waking up, she remembered struggling against the
chloroform cloth over her mouth and fainting.
She had a headache and wanted to put her hand on her head, but she could
not.
She then realized that her hands were tied behind her back really tight.
She felt herself laying on her side on a hard floor, then she decided to
sit up, but she could not.
She now began unconciously struggling against her bonds.
She now felt the ropes tying her feet.
Jasmine became totally awake when she realized that there were more ropes
tying her up.
She felt the ropes tied around her legs and waist.
As she was struggling, she came to know that her hands and feet were
tied behind her back with an additional binding.
Her head ached and she now heard her own moaning.
It was then she felt the gag tied in her mouth.
Jasmine's mouth had been gagged with what felt like a towel tied tight
between her teeth.
Jasmine's breasts were very perky.
They stuck out and stood up on their very own.
She was looking at how her breasts were halfway out of the gray dress
when she rolled her shoulder back to get a look at the knots she was tied
up with.
They were all double knots cinched tight and out of reach of her fingers.
While she was looking at her roped up ankles, she thought to herself how
pretty the black seamed pantyhose and silver high heel sandals looked on
her feet.
She moaned even more into her gag until she saw a pipe sticking up in
the floor about four inches with a sharp metal cutting edge to it.
Jasmine thought quickly while she was still moaning and breathing through
the gag tied in her mouth.
She began slowly wiggling her body and legs across the floor the short
distance of six feet to the pipe.
Looking over her side at her bonds she placed the knots where she could
rub the ones above her wrists against the cutting edge.
It was not long before the ropes were cut and she was wriggling out of
the ropes.
She pulled her hands free, then untied the knot that was hogtying her legs
and feet behind her back.
She saw that she had cut through both her hand ropes and the waist ropes
as the ropes that were tied around her waist fell away.
Jasmine untied her legs and feet, then ungagged herself with a moan and a
sigh of relief.
Jasmine did not know why she had been chloroformed, then hogtied and
gagged.
She had put all the ropes and the gag into her bag after noticing her
purse was gone.
She wanted to find out why so she went into the next office that was
closer to the exit.
She took off the silver high heel sandals and waited, standing in the
shadows in her stocking feet.
Annette Brown entered the building where Cynthia told her Jasmine was
bound, gagged and helpless.
She took her pistol out of her purse and cocked it before entering the
room where she thought Jasmine was still tied up.
Jasmine heard the cocking of the gun and decided not to go into the room
since she had no weapon.
"Oh no", Annette said, when she saw there was nobody in the room.
She took out her cellular telephone.
Jasmine could hear the dialing.
"I thought you said she was tied up with a gag in her mouth in this room?"
Cynthia confirmed the room number and Annette said very loudly, "where are
you? Well stay there in Jasmine's hotel room in case she goes back there."
Cynthia heard Annette leave.
The lady behind the desk at the hotel recognized Jasmine.
"I lost my key, do you have a spare?"
"Of course", the lady said and handed it to her.
Jasmine knew someone would be waiting in her room, so she knew she had
to move fast once she opened the door.
She pushed the key in gently and turned the key quietly.
She entered the room in her stocking feet to make no noise.
Cynthia was sitting in a chair next to the telephone on the desk.
Cynthia had on a black silk bra and black silk panties.
She had on black three inch heels with a single strap across her toes
and straps that went in front and back of her ankles.
She was sitting like this because of the heat.
The air conditioning unit in the room was not working and she did not
want to call anyone and have them in here when her abductee showed up.
Jasmine could tell she had just painted her toenails bright red from the
smell in the room.
Cynthia had left a pile of ropes next to the chair she was sitting in
like the ones she used to tie Jasmine up with earlier.
Cynthia had long, straight platinum blond hair down to her shoulder
blades, her skin was milky white and smooth, her waist was thin with long
legs.
She was clearly of swedish descent.
Jasmine did not know it, but once upon a time, Cynthia had done one
commercial as a foot model, that is why she was so into taking care of
her feet.
She was sitting with her arms already behind the chair, holding onto the
chair sides.
Jasmine came up silently behind her in her stocking feet.
In one motion, Cynthia's arms were pulled together behind her back and
Jasmine's hand clamped down over her mouth.
"Mmmpph," came from behind the hand gagging her mouth.
At first, Cynthia was in shock and did not know what was happening.
She was panicking and struggling helplessly.
Jasmine pulled Cynthia's head back tight and Cynthia looked up to see her
face.
"Mmmpph, mmmpph," her eyes were pleading with Jasmine to please not hurt
her.
Her mouth was gagged with the hand so tight over her face that the only
sound in the room was her moaning and breathing heavily because
of the hand gagging her mouth.
Her arms were struggling having been caught behind the chair in Jasmine's
other arm.
They were pulled together with the forearms almost touching. Her hands and
arms were useless and she struggled helplessly in Jasmine's grip.
Cynthia's face was moving from side to side as much as she could to try
to escape being silenced.
"Mmmpph, mmmpph," she was still struggling and moaning with her gagged
mouth when Jasmine spoke.
"Remember how you tied me up and gagged me, well now I am going to tie you
up real tight and tie a gag in your mouth."
She moved her lips to Cynthia's ear noticing her light blue eye shadow,
her long eyelashes blackened slighly with mascara.
"Do not scream or make a sound when I take my hand from your mouth."
She nodded under the hand gagging her mouth.
Jasmine reached down into the bag on the floor after taking her hand from
Cynthia's mouth and got some of the rope that had been used to tie her up.
"You don't have to tie me up."
She tied her hands together behind the chair with her palms together.
She tied a couple of loops between her hands to make it tight and tied
the knot behind her hands where she could not reach.
"I am sorry I tied you up and tied that gag in your mouth."
She tied her arms together just below the elbows cinching them until
they touched. She made one loop between her elbows before tying the knot
behind her arms.
"Oooh, that hurts, you're tying me up so tight."
She reached down and got a long piece of rope from the bag.
"I told you I was going to tie you up tight."
The chair was a small wooden chair with a skinny back about half the
width of Cynthia's shoulders that came up only to her mid shoulder
blades.
She began tying the rope around her waist and the chair twice, then around
her hands and waist several times.
"I am not going to be able to move if you keep tying me up in these
ropes."
She took another rope from the floor where Cynthia had piled them next to
the chair.
"You tied me up in that hogtie position with my hands and feet behind my
back where I could hardly move."
She tied this rope around the chair and below her chest twice, then made
an "x" behind the chair, pulling the rope up to make two more loops
above her chest.
She tied the knot in front in the middle of her chest with the ends
hanging into her cleavage.
"Yes. but I left you some slack when I tied your hands and feet together
behind your back."
"Ahh, look, more ropes."
Jasmine took four more ropes from the pile next to the chair and went
in front of the chair and knelt down on one knee.
She tied the first rope just above her knees and tightened it with a
couple of turns between her legs tying the knot on top.
"You don't have to tie my legs and feet."
She tied the next rope just below her knees the same way with the knot
in front.
"I remember my legs and feet being tied up."
She tied her feet with the next rope just above her ankles the same as the
last knot.
"Now that you've got me all tied up..."
"I am going to make you completely helpless!"
There was a crossbar between the front chair legs at a height of a
quarter inch above her ankles, Jasmine used the last rope to tie
her ankles to the
crossbar.
Jasmine stood up and took a couple of steps back.
She looked at Cynthia.
She was struggling against the ropes that were tying her to the chair.
"Please untie me, I can explain everything."
Jasmine reached into a drawer where she had left some large white
hankies.
She took one, folded it in half three times, then rolled it up.
She put this in the middle of the second, then rolled that one up inside
it.
Cynthia saw this and her eyes got wide.
"You don't have to gag me!"
She pulled the gag deep into her mouth between her teeth. She tied a knot
behind her head with her hair in it.
"Mmmpph!"
Her head moved from side to side from the pain, but Jasmine did not care
and said so.
"Push your head down so I can make this tight."
"Mmmpph, mmmpph."
She shook her head no again, moaning through the gag in her mouth.
Jasmine used some leverage to force her head down and tightened the
cloth in her mouth with a much tighter knot.
"Mmmpph!"
She secured the mouth filling gag with a second knot and sat down on the
bed looking at her bound and gagged prisoner.
Cynthia was helplessly bound and gagged.
She was struggling against the ropes and moaning through the gag with her
pleading eyes toward the bed.
The chair was making lots of creaking noises as her struggles against the
ropes tying her to the chair continued.
"Nnn, mmmpph."
The gag was tight.
Having her head pushed down while it was being tied between her teeth made
it extra tight.
The white cloth was wide enough to part the corners of her mouth and get
her red lipstick on the gag where her lips touched it.
The one rolled up in the middle was the problem, it pushed her tongue all
the way down into the back of her mouth, so that she could not make any
intelligible words. Only muffled moaning sounds that she knew no one but
her and her captor could hear.
Her struggles and moans continued because of the tightness of her
predicament, "mmmpph, nnn, mmmpph."
She had been tied up so tightly that she had to keep struggling just to
keep her blood circulating.
She was pushing her hands and arms up and down parallel to each other
because they were tied together that way.
Her legs were alternating between her knees moving forward and back
against each other to moving from side to side, back and forth, while
pulling at the rope tying her ankles to the chair.
This had the effect of raising her feet from the floor to where the toes
of her shoes were barely touching the floor, but could go no higher
because of the rope from her ankles to the crossbar.
Her feet would bend a little at her toes when her legs came down, then
she would wiggle her feet at the ankles, her feet moving up and down
against the ropes.
She was sweating with the heat and the helpless struggling.
Jasmine found her purse and Cynthia's purse on the bed.
Jasmine opened the latter to find out what was going on.
The sound in the room of the chair creaking and the muffled moans
continued.
"Mmmpph, mmmpph."
She glanced at the helpless captive.
She was trying to show her with her facial expressions and her struggling
that her feet were tied so tight that the ropes were hurting her.
"Mmmpph," was the only sound she could make with her silenced so
effectively because of the mouth filling gag.
Her mouth was dry from the thick cloth.
The thickness of the cloths that had been forced into her mouth along
with the degree of tightness with which they had been tied between her
teeth had forced her mouth open wide.
The corners of her mouth hurt from being forced back where the gag pulled
her lips.
Her jaws kept moving as if she was trying to chew something, as if working
the gag that way would make it more comfortable.
There were two spots on the white cloth that were red with lots of her
lipstick.
Her struggles against the ropes tying her to the chair were subsiding
except for her feet.
The rope tied just above her ankles was hurting her now.
"Mmmpph, mmmpph!"
Jasmine turned away from her pleading eyes to view the contents of the
purse.
She found a note detailing the plan of her kidnapping. This confirmed why
she had been left bound and gagged in the unused office.
Jasmine looked back at Cynthia.
"I need to get some information from you, I am going to remove the gag
from your mouth. You better cooperate with me."
Cynthia nodded and moaned, "umm, mmmpph."
"Thank you" she said as the knots were untied and the cloth was taking
out of her mouth.
"I am sorry about binding you hand and foot like that in that office,
but I did all this because my mother is sick and I need the money."
Cynthia went on to explain her family crisis and the amount of money that
Annette had offered for Jasmine's capture.
Jasmine thought about it and asked her, "how would you like to make a
little more money?"
She agreed and told Jasmine where Annette could be found.
She had collected her pay from Annette's office in one of the show palaces
here in Las Vegas.
Jasmine could tell about people and she trusted Cynthia to help her find
Annette.
She began untying the ropes around her waist, elbows and wrists.
Cynthia reached down with her now free hands and untied the ropes around
her knees.
She then tenderly untied the knots of her ankle ropes.
She sat in the chair for a few minutes rubbing her ankles.
"We better both clean up before we go, you first," as Jasmine montioned
toward the bathroom.
They both showered and discussed their plan.
Jasmine was still wearing the grey dress with the black pantyhose
and silver high heel sandals.
Cynthia had on a similarly tight dress, but it was black.
She now had on black sheer pantyhose with her black high heel sandals.
They both had the same makeup now.
Black mascara, light blue eye shadow, red lipstick.
They looked like they were going out to a party.
When they arrived at the show palace, they went immediately to the
corridor towards Annette's office in the back.
Just as they were about to turn the corner to the last hallway leading to
her office, they were stopped by two showgirls.
"You are not supposed to be back here," they said.
They knew they had to make sure these two showgirls did not give them
away.
The showgirls were dressed up as if they were about to do a show.
They decided to work quickly before they would be missed.
Jasmine and Cynthia each grabbed a showgirl by the wrist and twisted it
behind her back while forcing the other hand over their mouths at the
same time.
"Mmmpph, mmmpph."
Both of the showgirls moaned, but did not struggle.
"Please coorperate with us, we do not want to hurt you."
The showgirls were dressed into what looked like body stockings that
had some opaqueness that covered their nipples and their crotches.
The stockings had a gold color to them as well as the high heel pumps
they were wearing.
The heels on the gold pumps were only two inches high because they had
to dance with them on.
They were lead into a room close by that was an empty dressing room.
The two silver poles at the end of the room drew attention immediately.
They were about six feet apart and upon closer examination as they
approached, they were covered by a silvery, fuzzy material.
They were only four inches in diameter.
Jasmine and Cynthia had brought bags filled with the same materials
they had both been tied up with earlier that day.
The showgirls were forced in front of the poles with their backs to the
poles.
Their arms were pulled behind the poles.
Their hands were tied with the palms together and cinched off the way
Cynthia's had been earlier.
Their arms were tied with about four inches between them, instead of all
the way together as Jasmine had done to Cynthia, just below the elbows
behind the poles.
Ropes were tied around their waists and the poles, also around their
knees and the poles.
The final set of ropes simply tied their ankles together with a couple of
turns of rope between them and the knot tied in front.
The showgirls had been tied facing each other and knew they were helpless
looking at their bonds.
"Please don't leave us tied up like this,' one of them spoke up.
Jasmine grabbed her under her chin from behind, forced her head back
to the pole and finished by covering her mouth with her hand.
"Mmmpph".
The showgirl thought about how her gold lipstick would be smeared on the
hand gagging her mouth.
"You know what we have to do now," Cynthia said as they both reached into
their bags.
"Mmmpph, mmmpph," the showgirl was trying to shake her but the hand
covering her mouth did not allow much movement.
"Please don't gag us, it might be twenty minutes before anyone finds us
back here," the other showgirl said.
They had prepared several gags ahead of time the same way Jasmine had done
for the one used on Cynthia.
"Relax girls, just cooperate and we will be through here," Jasmine said.
The prepared white cloths were quickly pulled into their mouths.
"Nnnummph," the showgirls moaned as the cloths were pulled tight between
their teeth.
The ends were double knotted under their hair at the top of their necks.
They were completely bound and gagged.
They knew they were helpless in their bonds and would have to wait to be
untied when the other showgirls came in.
Cynthia and Jasmine walked out toward Annette's office.
"Mmmpph," they heard a pleading moan as they closed the door.
The showgirl was calm, she had been tied up in ropes before.
She knew that struggling against these ropes and knots would be useless.
She just wished they had not tied the gag in her mouth.
It was making her mouth dry.
"Mmmm, nnnunph, mmmpph," came from her partner in this predicament as she
continued to struggle and shake her head as if she could not believe
this had happened to her.
She kept thinking that her friend who had tied her up before would love
to see her and her partner in this situation.
Jasmine opened the door where Annette was supposed to be.
They both went inside and saw an empty office.
Apparently she had overheard the showgirls in the hallway before
their mouths were gagged.
They looked at each other.
"Now what do we do?"
Cynthia saw that Jasmine was already thinking.
