The first thing Tom knew about the intruder was the damp rag held tightly over his mouth and nose. H
The first thing Tom knew about the intruder was the damp rag held tightly over his mouth and nose. He awoke with a startle, but being weaker than his captor he quickly fell unconscious again. When he woke the second time he found himself hogtied, and gaged on the floor of his hotel room. The intruder stood over him, fully kitted out in leather. “I saw you at the conference. Cute, young and eager to learn. Now you will get the opportunity to serve somebody better.” Tom struggled and tried to call for help, but his bindings and gag refused to yield. The leather booted god laughed and pulled out a large black bag, it fitted snug over Tom, and got tighter as the captor pulled on straps which made the bag cling to Toms body. Tom then felt his body getting picked up and placed in another container, yet he couldn’t see anything. The clicks of buckles and the feeling of tightening straps, enhanced his fears. He tried to wriggle but it felt like he was suspended in the box. Tom suddenly jerked forward as the booted god tipped the box at an angle and began to walk. It suddenly occurred to Tom that he was suspended in a suitcase. He listened intently as he heard the hotel door open, the lift ping, and then got frustrated at his captor when he heard “Goodnight ma’am, thank you for your assistance. I have retrieved my belongings and I’m checking out, can’t believe I lost my key!” Tom started to scream, shout and wriggle with all his strength. But it was useless, nobody could hear him, and nobody will be able to help him now. -- source link