Karen - Deceptions

At first, Karen seemed to have found the perfect job: sales clerk in a jeans store. She liked her work, suggesting models and brands to suit different body shapes. One thing she had difficulties understanding is how and why women would wear tight jeans. It looked so stiff and so uncomfortable. One day they received a new arrival of Guess jeans, with a special "extreme slim" cut, and with a huge poster for publicity. Upon placing the poster on the display window of the store, there was a line-up to buy them. Karen couldn't understand why there was such a fuss around a pair of tight jeans. That day was her turn to close the store. So, when everybody was gone and the door locked, she got one pair and tried it. She had chosed her usual size. They were of a snug fit. The feeling was interesting, but nothing much... until she walked. She felt her hips and thighs being massaged like thousands of little fingers running along them. She decided to keep them on and go home with them. She liked them so much that the next day, she bought a pair one size smaller, who, in addition of being very tight, moulded her like a second skin. The jeans company had managed to make a jeans cut that was simply perfect.
Tony was the owner of the store. She had noticed him. He was so handsom, good looking, and loaded rich, always traveling around in his limo. Tony had not been more interested in her than any other employees. He was just charming with everyone. But when he saw her working in the tight jeans, he came to her and ask her to go out with him. And so, they started dating. The other employees of the store warned Karen that Tony was a bad boy, that there was rumors that he was involved with the Mafia, that the money he had came from more places than just a dozen of jeans stores. But Karen was in love with him, and when she was wearing tight jeans, he was just wild... standing up, as much as in the bed...
The other day, Tony called her for their regular Friday night evening. For those moments, he always ask her to wear tight jeans. This time, Karen decided to surprise him, and picked up a pair of Guess extra-slim, another size smaller than her already tight ones. At first, she almost regreted her choice. It was a hell of a struggle to put on. She had to jump in place while pulling on them, and getting the zipper up was a tough job. But she succeeded, and with every walking step she made, she could feel those little fingers massaging her, and especially in the crotch area. She wondered if she would be able to keep her libido under control for the whole evening. She completed the outfit with white two inches platform shoes with spiky 6 inches heels, and a black satin blouse.
Getting down the two flight of stairs to get at street level was a whole new experience. She almost came twice and had second thoughts about spending the evening in them. But she wouldn't have time to change. Tony was very strict not to make him wait, and the limo was due any minute. At 20:00 sharp, the limo arrived. The driver opened the door for her, and she got in, realizing that she may have difficulties sitting down. Her thoughts were cut short. As soon as her upper body had entered, she felt herself being pulled in, shoved face down on the back seat, a piece of tape put on her mouth, and her hands tied in her back with tape.
"Shut up and behave" she heard a strong voice say. It wasn't Tony's. She could have easily work the tape off her mouth with her tongue but decide that the "symbol" was strong enough. She obeyed, stayed face down, not looking at him. Mabe it was just a joke Tony had decided to play on her. She thought it was of rather bad taste.
The drive took close to an hour, and her arms were starting to ache. Finally, the limo stopped, the door opened and the guy that had been with her in the car grabbed her by the arms and pulled her out of the car, not taking much care not to "damage the package".
She was facing a huge mansion. The "guard" for lack of a better word, dragged her toward the front door. Karen struggled to keep the pace, being kind of restrained by the tight jeans and the high heels. Once in front of the door, he made a sharp right, walked a dozen feet or so and opened a dark wooden door, leading to the basement. He pushed Karen in who tripped and fell, being caught just in time by another "guard".
"Hey! Take care of her, will ya?"
The other mumbled something back and closed the door while leaving. The other guard picked her up and let her to a harshly lit room. There was a chair at one end of the room. She recognized Tony, tied up, and severely beaten, blood was coming out of his nose and mouth, an he had badly bruised eye. She tried to ran to him, yelling his name, but the tape prevented much sound to come out, and the guard held her. He guided her to the other hand of the room where Karen could see two shackles suspended from the ceiling. She made wide eyes. One guard held her while the other removed the tape securing her hands, took one hand and get it up to reach the leather cuff and tied it in place. He did the same thing with the other hand, and let go. Her arms were pulled tight up in the air at a 45 degrees angle. She tried to get loose, but without success. On the other end of the room, a guy was speaking italian to Tony, pointing at her and slapping him in the face. It looked like he was asking him some sort of questions and Tony refused to answer, or was not giving the expectged answer. The guy asking the questions then turned toward one of the guard while making a sign. Slowly, the guard got out a long and scary knife and approached it to Karen's face. She struggled to get free, but didn't do much. He lowered the knife to the first button of her blouse and cut it off without much difficulties. Gee, that knife was sharp. As soon as he had withdraw the knife, Karen made the only move she could do. She life her right leg as hard as she could, and hit him in the groin. He collapsed on the ground. They all started laughing, except for the guard holding his jewels. He looked at her with angry eyes, disappeared behind her and came back with more leather cuffs. He put them around Karen's ankles, spread her legs about 2 feet apart and tied the cuffs to rings bolted on the floor. Now she had her legs spreaded and impossible to get any one off the ground. He said something to her in italian. She didn't understand the words but understand the meaning: next time could be worse.
The guy asking the question had stopped laughing and was again talking to Tony. As before, it didn't seemed that Tony gave the right answer. So, another sign was given to the guard with the knife who approached Karen with an evil smile. He slid the long chromed knife along the the buttons of the blouse, came down to the waist, then started rubbing just the tip of the knife in the inside thigh in a devilish manner. He had expected Karen to scream for help but got quite a surprise. For Karen, the feeling of the pointy tip rubbing the fibers of the tight denim sent her waves of small vibrations, making her shiver. She moaned. The guard was puzzled by her reaction, so he started again, and Karen moaned even louder and tightened her arms in her bounds, leaning her head in the back. She was ready to come. The guard stopped.
"The bitch likes it!" he exclamed to the interrogator. Tony was repressing a laugh. Then speaking italian, they spoke to each others. They were interrupted when someone came at the door. They all left with him.
Karen worked the simple piece of tape free.
"Tony, what's going on? What's happening?"
"I'm sorry Karen, I haven't been totally honest with you. I'm a member of a mafia family. They say I've stolen them a few hundreds dollars and want to have it back. But I haven't. They've decided to bring you here and to torture you to make me talk, but... seems you put a fault in their plans. Were you really enjoying that?"
Karen was embarrased.
"Yes... and no. I don't know. It was so strange. You seems to be badly hurt. Are you okay?"
"I'll managed. No big deal."
"If you don't have the money they're looking for, what does it takes for them to beleive you?"
"It's a long story."
"I don't seem to be ready to go anywhere" she said, pulling on her wrists restraints.
Tony explained to her how he got involved and everything. Time went by. It's been over an hour since the torture crew had left. Karen was beginning to be quite tired of being spread eagled like that. Her feet were aching from being in the same position in the high heels, and her arms hadn'd had a rest either. Finally, the group came back. They untied them from their position, and led them to another room in the basement. They were pushed inside and the door was locked.
"What now?" she asked.
"We wait. There's no way we can escape."
There was only one single bed. Tony layed on his side and invited Karen to join. They cramped on the small bed, enlacing each other. Tony looked at the cuffs marks on Karen's wrists.
"Hummm. That's bad. Someone is gonna have to pay for that."
"Stop that Tony. You won't start that. You're in worse shape than me. You need medical attention.
They embraced each other and fell asleep shortly after. Their rest was not exactly restful. Tony had waking up numerous times because of too much pain, and Karen arms and legs were still aching from her ordeal. Sun was coming in from between the wood boards blocking the window. There was a knock on the door. Karen raised to sit, but Tony put his hands on her mouth.
"Not a word" he said.
The knock was heard again. Two quick knocks, followed by a pause, then three quick ones.
"Come on" he whispered. "Let's get out of here."
He went to the closed window and removed the wood boards who had been obviously weakened on purpose. He helped Karen climb up taking her by the waist so she could reach as far as possible, then pushing on her buns to help her slide through the opening and finally taking her heeled feet and pushing to get her out. Karen turned around and grabber his hands and pulled him out. They were at the back of the mansion. There was heavy bushes to their left. They ran to them and hid behind. Tony pointed to a dirt road on his left, about 100 feet away where a car was waiting.
"We have to go over there. Think you can manage?"
"Yes" Karen answered "but I would have to remove my shoes first. I can't run in these things."
"No, don't remove them. The soil of this field is full of hay tips. you'll get your feet shreaded to pieced before you reach the half way point."
He looked around for a solution but found none.
"You're gonna have to do it with them on. Next time, wear something more casual..."
"Listen buddy," she said angrily "My plan for the evening was not to be abducted, tortured and p..."
He cut short to her talking by dragging her along. They were running as fast as they could. Tony, with his flat shoes, was running faster than Karen, slowed by high heeles shoes and tight jeans that were making her hotter and hotter with every step. Tony reached the car and pace impatiently while Karen was doing her best. He came back to her for the final 100 feet and picked her up in his arms and carried her to the car. They jumped in and the car took off in a cloud of dust.

"Now what" Karen asked between two breaths "Aren't they going to come after us?"
The car made a swift left turn, sliding on the dirt, and heded back for the mansion.
"Not exactly" said Tony while removing a false bruise he had glued on his cheek. Karen couldn't beleive her eyes?
"This was all fake? You had a joke on me? You bast..."
Tony grabbed her hand before she slapped him.
"Calm down" he said. "I'll explain everything. Yes, this was all fake, and yes the jeans stores are a cover up. But I'm not part of the mafia. I'm a secret agent for the governement. When I go to other contries, I pose as a mafia representative. I really love you, and I had to make you go through this test before I would go further in our relation, because we never know what can happen. I think we saw that you behave quite well under pressure. What I'm offering you is a life of dangers and excitements. It may be difficult, but you have the last word." he said while presenting her a beautiful wedding ring.
At that time, the car had reached the mansion and had stopped. Karen looked at him in the eyes and said yes.
Tony was releived. The driver opened the door. While Karen was getting out, Tony asked her "How did you fake the moaning with the knife? It was so real."
She turned to face him. "Because it WAS real, hon."
With that answer, Tony's jaw fell wide open, he tripped on the door frame and landed face down on the grass. When he lifted her head, he was face to face with two dirty white platform shoes.
"Gee, not as handsome as I thought you were..."
Tony mumbled something.
" I wonder if I've made the right choice..." she said.
The driver repressed a laugh.
"I'm asking myself the same question" murmured Tony.