A literotic sexstories: Alicia Hollies disappears by Nylongirl ,
THE TRAP
Alicia was sitting in the reclining chair of her office, holding a copy of the “ELLE” magazine against her nylon clad thighs, looking at the high gloss pictures of models on the catwalk, presenting the sexy new winter collections of world famous designers. Short skirts, mainly in silk or chiffon, tight tops, mostly black or shimmering gray, matching dark pantyhose and a revival of classic high heels either court pumps or knee-high boots made a stunning contrast to the model’s burlesque make up, their pale faces with dark red lipstick and long black eyelashes.
A fashion to the very liking of Alicia, who herself preferred that kind of sexy outfit; it really did something for her feminine side.
Now at the age of 32 she was manager of the fashion department of “COUTURE” the leading women’s magazine for lifestyle and always found her stylish and feminine appearance helpful when it came to promotion. She has had a rocked-like career and even just now felt like a goddess.
Who else had an income like hers, living a life of luxury and even now at work she could afford to sit in her reclining chair, sipping at the bone china cup of first class Darjeeling tea. Looking at the cup she could see, that her lipstick has made a red impression on her cup and letting her eyes wander to the shiny silver plate on the table next to her there was a reflexion of herself, a tall women, long black hair, high cheekbones, a timeless beauty that would survive the years still to come.
Putting the cup back to the table she adjusted the fit of her knee high black patent boots before she rose out of the chair and stepped to her desk, pressed a button of her intercom and, after seconds said: “Could I have another tea, Miss Nicolette?”
Even though she was a powerful woman, she still tried to be polite and ladylike, something, that a lot of people forgot, once they had a privileged position, socially or money-wise.
Putting the “ELLE” on the desk she turned around to the giant mirror on the wall opposite to the window that during the day gave her a good view over downtown, but now only showed the black night, the rain extincting the lights and just a few sparkles of neon lights could be seen below her.
Rearranging the sit of her black silk skirt, nestling at her dark blue satin blouse, she finally admired her long black hair formed to a cascade with a simple solitaire long curl on her right side.
A short knock on her door and Nicolette, her secretary entered a cup of tea in her hand.
Nicolette Davis, at 30 years of age had been with the “Couture” before Alicia joined the company, but the blond good looking woman somehow never managed to bring herself into a good position for promotion, even more there were rumors about a boyfriend of hers, a guy called Jack who was said to have connections to the criminal world, but these were rumors of course, Alicia thought.
Watching the slim figure of Nicolette bending over the small table changing the cups it was once again obvious to Alicia that her secretary had one more time proved a strange taste in dressing. Black over knee boots with high heels, a suntan pantyhose and a black leather skirt, that barely covered her panty surely weren’t the right outfit for the office, come to think about it, weren’t the right outfit for anything, maybe except you were earning your money on the streets.
“Thank you Nicolette, if you want to leave, I’ll be fine, it is already 8 o’clock and I still have to consider about the photos for the article about lingerie, but you may very well enjoy the rest of your day. I’ll see you on Monday morning; we’ll meet at the entrance of Harley Hall at 10 o’clock for the Prada fashion show. “
“Thank you Miss Alicia, good night and a nice weekend” Nicolette replied, turned around, and left Alicia alone behind her desk. Little did she know that she would meet Nicolette much earlier and under circumstances she wouldn’t have been able to imagine, otherwise she would have panicked, but sometimes it’s better not to know your fate.
Once alone in her office she started to look through the photos of the lingerie photo session, that Martin, the magazines first photographer had provided and picked one or the other photo, that she intended to use for her article when she decided to take a time out and walked over to her own little restroom, next to her office. Raising her silken skirt, she let her panty glide down below the end of her nylon stockings and sat down on the toilet. When the first drops of urine appeared, forming to a steady stream of yellowish fluid she reminded herself, how convenient it was, that she had decided to wear a silk corset with garters and nylon stockings. Not only provided the corset a perfect figure, the old fashioned nylon stockings were the perfect shimmering highlight on otherwise perfect legs.
As she wiped her pee hole and the neatly trimmed pubic hair, she thought, she heard a noise from her office, but faint as the noise was, it probably was just the rain and the wind on her window. Pulling back her white satin panty, she forgot about the noise quickly and stepped to the restroom’s mirror to reapply some lipstick. “Perfect!” she whispered pressing her full lips together before opening the door to her office.
Three steps into the room, and the world for Alicia changed forever.
Her heart nearly stopped, when from behind her something was thrown around her neck, pulled tightly together and took her breath away, at the same time fixing her in an upright standing position with one strange hand holding the loop of her garrote around her neck, another hand pressing her body against the wall next to the restroom’s door. Her hands came up to her throat in a reflex to relieve her neck but she couldn’t get a finger under that loop, which seemed to be a nylon stocking. When her assailant pushed his whole weight into her she was even more pressed against the wall, her breasts being squashed under the enormous pressure.
With no possibility to move, no chance to cry, her neck in the tight grip of a nylon garrote, no air passing through her lungs, Alicia saw stars shooting, the world in front of her became pale and paler until ………. nothing.
SHOCK
“Oh my God… Oh my god… what a headache!“ She thought, opening her eyes slightly, shutting them again immediately due to the even increasing pain in her head. “And what’s that numb feeling in my hands, why can’t I move them, what has happened? ” was her second thought. After a few second she regained control over her headache and dared to open her eyes again.
Opposite her, in her reclining chair sat a calm looking man, maybe 40 years old, cleanly shaven, white shirt, no tie and black expensive looking trousers, obviously a wealthy self-confident man, whose short blond hair made a stunning contrast to his sunburnt skin.
“Clearly a very attractive man” Alicia thought, “but what’s he doing here? And why am I sitting in this visitor chair, why can’t I move my hands or legs?” as she just had realized.
Just as if a stone had hit her, her memory came back, those few moments before she passed out, this nightmare after leaving the restroom, but was it really true or just imagination? Nothing in her life had prepared her for such a violent act, which surely was something that happened to other people but did not belong to her world. But then again, there was this strange man and a look down to her legs provided her with another detail, that shocked her even more: her booted legs were bound to the chair with what appeared to be nylon stockings and feeling with her fingers around her wrists she found them tied together behind her back with the same silky but strong material.
Cold sweat showed on her forehead, her thoughts became increasingly confused and all she could stammer was: “What… I don’t understand…Why am I…what happened…who are you?” the last words escaping very low from her lips as she was staring into the blue eyes of this mysterious man who was still watching her very calm.
When after a while of speechless staring he spoke, Alicia could hear the voice of a man, who was used to give orders, something she recognized easily, as she herself had used that tone on various occasions, just to show others that she was in charge of the situation. But something in this voice troubled her and that was the ice cold undertone, bare of any feelings.
A shiver ran down her spine when she heard his first sentence: “Welcome to the first day of your new life. I know you’ll have a lot of questions, but lets do it like they prefer in the internet and I’ll give you the FAQ´s.
You’re not the first woman, and certainly won’t be the last one that crosses my path, so I have a good clue, what’s going on in your mind, Alicia Hollies. Well, your first question is obviously, what has happened to you, and I may assure you, that you have been carefully picked and you’re right in the middle of your kidnapping, with the first act of choking you until you were unconscious, then binding your wrists and ankles with your own spare nylon stockings that you kindly kept in your desk drawer. Now, the second act, which will start in a few moments, will include you being bondaged until completely unable to move or give the faintest of noise from you and will end in your transport to my estate, where you will be properly trained for your new profession.”
Alicia’s jaw dropped, her chest worked heavily to supply her with more oxygen but she was still too confused to say anything and so the man continued: “I myself work in the business of purchasing high class women for the sex industry, as there are enough simple minded, low class girls around but what the market needs, are women with education, stylish, not whorish.
And that’s where you enter the game. A little hint of someone you know made ends meet, and since you are the ideal candidate for my purpose, it even has the side effect of pleasing one of my old friends. A favor that might be returned to me, when time comes.
Now, to make things easier for both of us I’ll inject you this little syringe, don’t be afraid, it will just take you the ability of moving around, otherwise it will have no other effects, you’ll still be conscious, and will have some time to consider your future.”
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