Sealed Up Inside The Plastic Sack

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1. Shhhhhhh 


Mr Simon…

We are not going to harm you….

Shhh, be quiet and you will get out of this alive, I promise you.

Make a noise and we’ll leave you to suffocate…

OK? 

That’s better…

 

Now you’ve just regained consciousness and you find yourself tied up inside a large clear plastic sack. It’s natural that you are anxious.  Listen carefully and I will explain to you what has happened….


You have been kidnapped. OK?

It was me who jumped you in the hotel toilet. I held the chloroform cloth against your mouth till you passed out, and it was into my arms you collapsed when the chloroform took hold.  The guy in front with the beard driving the van is Kirsty. He’s my partner. You probably recognise him.  He was standing outside in the hotel corridor, dressed as a cleaner and pushing a trolly. Kirsty is not his real name but that’s want he wants me to call him at work. 

Kirsty and I get contracted by individuals and organisations who want people kidnapped. We were hired by a to get you from the hotel to your destination without anyone seeing. So what I am saying is that you shouldn’t see us as being entirely responsible. That wouldn’t be fair. We’re just doing our job.  

Now as I see it, there is no need to panic. Judging from that smart hotel you were in, you’re not short of cash, so your family or your business friends will pay up and you’ll be freed in no time at all.  

But while you are in our care, you need to do exactly what we say.  

Now, we’ve fastened your wrists and ankles with strong cable ties, so there really is no point in struggling.  We’re very professional. We have been doing this kind of work for a long while and we have a reputation as being one of the best in the industry. This clear plastic sack is strong, so you can’t tear it open. We use these bags to transport clients because they ensure no traces of them are left in the transport vehicle.  At the moment the bad is sealed up. If you want to live, then you need to stay quiet, don’t make any attempt to escape.  You start doing that, I undo the knot and you won’t suffocate. Is that understood? 

Good..



2.  Three Hours Later 


Hello? Mr Simon? 

Ah. You’re awake… 

Don’t panic, OK?  Just listen to me very carefully…..

Sshhhh….

That’s better. 

 I know this must seem a bit freaky. You’ve just woken up and you find yourself tied up inside the plastic sack again, and this time you’re naked, but I still need you to be still and not make a noise. I’ve sealed the sack airtight again, and if carry on making a …..


- Sshhh, Mr Simon… 

Shut up and listen to me. 

 I’ve sealed up the bag again and you’re only going to get air, when you decide to 

behave and be quiet… 


Now, what I said to you in the van earlier about you being kidnapped….

Well I have to tell you that this turns out not to be quite true..

A couple of hours ago they told us they wanted you naked. That’s why we had to drug you again, so we could get you undressed. Kirsty thinks that they plan to take photos of you in compromising positions with a couple of hired Eastern European prostitutes.  I think he’s probably right. We coming across this kind of blackmail more and more these days. My guess is that someone either wants to blackmail you with these images, or ruin your marriage and career. 


Now, if this turns out to be true, then I reckon it’s a much better deal for you, in a way, frankly, because they’ll are just going to take the pictures and let you go.  

Kidnap victims can often be hanging around, tied up in some grubby shit-hole for weeks, sometimes months. We should know, because we often end up looking after them.  So I think this is going to be less hassle for you.  You’ll probably get a nice cocktail of valium and viagra,  then have a couple of sexy women bounce on your dick for a bit and when the cameramen have finished, they’ll tell us to take you home.  They’ll have what they want.  So that’s not so bad, is it? Basically there’s nothing for you to worry about. You personally, are not in any immediate danger. Well, actually you are right now cos there’s probably very little oxygen left in that bag. Looks like you’re quite hot in there. So, if you’re prepared to accept the situation, remain still and silent and not give Kirsty or me any problems, then I can open the bag. OK? 


- Good man….



3  Three days later 



Mr Simon?

Are you awake? 

Nod if you are. 

Good. Now listen to me very carefully… 


Now then. 

As you can see, you’re not inside the sack any more. You’re just sitting naked on a chair and there’s just this nice clear plastic bag over your head, and we haven’t even sealed it around your neck. See?  You’re not tied up. You’re just sitting there, gazing out at the large video screen on the wall in front of you… 


We don’t need to threaten you any more, or keep you restrained, do we…

That’s because your brain had been totally mashed, and though you can hear what I am saying, you’ve lost the ability to think, or respond in any way. You’re just an empty mindless shell. Isn’t that true, Mr Simon? You have no thoughts, no will…..and no resistance… 


The reason you’re like this is because you’ve been re-programmed. You’ve been sitting here for three days staring at brain-washing videos, designed to turn you into a mindless slave. And that’s what you are now. A mindless slave, with one desire ; to serve your master. 


That’s a picture of him, isn’t it, on the screen now. That’s who you’re staring at. 

You are his plastic slave, and he created those videos to rewire your brain, so that he can keep you permanently aroused, so you never ever want to stop being his obedient slave. Well that’s not so bad, is it Mr Simon? 


And now your reprogramming is over, you master wants to us make sure the training has been effective, by giving you a little test. If you pass, you will join a small army of  horny plastic slaves, and you’ll be given a nice shiny clear plastic suit to wear, and get to be a living sex doll for all your master’s friends. 

So this is what you have to do. 

You master wants you to take this silk scarf and tie it around your neck so the bag is airtight, and then he wants you to jerk off into this cup, and then when you’ve finished, he wants to you take off the bag and drink your semen. Do you understand? 


Good. 

Here’s the scarf. 

And the cup. 

Off you go, slaveboi, and don’t forget that the bag stays on till you’ve ejaculated.





Daniel Guy





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