You….are my… Kidnap Boy” she said proudly, kissing me on the cheek and making me blush. “It’s worth so much more than money. Looksie – you just had the misfortune of being born three years after me. Tough break. But these days won’t last forever, so for now, I’m older, I’m tougher, and I – I – am the one who does the kidnapping!” I was surprised by how much I was enjoying myself. I thought it was going to be annoying. But he was masterful at the pacing, bringing me right to the edge of painful laughter, managing to always keep it enjoyable. I’ll be honest: It felt great. It felt wonderful to laugh.

I nodded as Marisa arrived in front of me, wearing the same outfit (short-sleeved button-down sweater, grey chinos, clogs) minus the red store vest. Dena left the room and Marissa sat on my waist, pinning me, and giggling. “This is so much fun – its like you’re our prisoner. You ever been tied up before, Jeff?” I mean,” Dena said, still on top of me, “I need special ropes, just for you, Jess. Just to tie you up with. That’s why we’re going shopping.” At the same time this a funny world. Things can be dorky or strange, just have realistic reactions.

An hour later Dena came from the dryer holding a huge bundle of warm, extra soft white rope. She went to a desk in the corner, got out some sciossors, and cut about 5 pieces, all 5 or 6 feet long. Marisa was due in about 25 minutes, and I could tell by the look on Dena’s face that she didn’t want to wait. Then we moved onto the next one, here was a torture chair, they strapped me in, i knew there was no point struggling. This game is currently in development. Please report and bugs and feel free to leave suggestions for future features! Silence, kidnap boy,” Dena yelled, and gagged me with her hand. “Yes, I’ve let you go these past couple weeks. I bet you don’t even fear me, evil Dena anymore, do you?”

Oh, I found your shirt," she sneered, "maybe while I have you tied up later I'll make you watch me burn it! I hate this stupid shirt - it's just one more annoying part of your self-centered, annoying personality!" That is so gross and cruel, Dena!” Marisa laughed. “Stinky feet! Oh, we are so cruel, Jessie, aren’t we? Don’t you love being our hostage?” Break time,” she announce. “You can take your feet off his mouth, Marisa. He’s ready to explode. Marisa giggled harded and took her feet off my mouth. Dena untied my feet while Marisa untied my hands and I kept panting. God, Dena! Isn’t that gross? I mean, your feet?” Marisa exclaimed while I yelled into Dena’s latest foot-gag. Marisa did and got up. Dena got off me and the two of them lifted me up and placed me on the couch.And with that Dena lunged at me, catching me easily, and pulling me to the floor, where she pinned me and laughed. I swear I wasn’t in the door a minute! Dena gave me that evil grin. “No, it doesn’t,” she said, inching over to me and putting her arm around me. “I guess I have to decide whatever is more HUMILIATING for you, huh? Being tied up by one girl or two. Tough choice.” I stumbled my senses going into overload trying to absorb the sight of him, his manly sent and the sound of his sexy erotic voice. Dena, God bless her, didn’t let on that this had ever happened before. “We, uh, had a bet, and Jess here lost. So now I get to tie him up. And I need good rope.” Marisa played along like a pro. “Hmm,” she frowned, “no I do NOT!” Did you bring something to gag him with?”