Millie's Memorable Holiday

Millie's Memorable Holiday

Part 1

Millicent C. Bender (Millie to her mom and dad, but M.C. to most of her friends) had a lot going for her. A very attractive and athletic young woman, she was the star pitcher for her company's softball team, and a good worker always ready and eager to jump into new assignments. Her long silky raven hair, hazel eyes, lithe athletic figure and a congenial personality, attracted a lot of attention from her male co-workers.

Memorial Day was approaching, and M.C. was going to part with a long-standing family tradition. For most of her twenty-five years M.C. had accompanied her parents and a group of people from their church on a camping trip over this particular holiday, but this year she had plans of her own.

It had been a dismal rainy Friday, and the mood at the office was filled with the anticipation of a long weekend making the workday seemed to last forever. But now it was quitting time, and M.C. was more than ready to board the train that would take her home for that long Memorial Day weekend. Dressed in her work attire, a white ruffled silk blouse, a grey pleated silk skirt that came down to her knees and black patent leather sandals with a conservative 3” heel M.C. rushed through the station as usual, she had barely found a seat as the train pulled slowly out of the station.

She was always in a hurry when it came time to catch the train home, and if not for this particular habit of hers she may have noticed the man who had been shadowing her for the past week. But as usual she was focused on catching the first train home. And because of her plans to get away for her long weekend, she was in a particularly good mood, and as she settled into her seat and delved into the novel she had brought for the train ride home. Occasional stealing glimpses of the passing scenery that gradually changed from thriving metropolis to sprawling suburbs, she was completely unaware that danger lurked just two seats behind her.

When the train pulled into her station she was pleasantly surprised to disembark into bright sunshine. The clouds had finally dissipated and the sun had broken out. The weekend was looking more promising by the minute.

By the time she arrived at the apartment she shared with Pat her girlfriend, M.C. was humming to herself and looking forward to some fun and sun down at the shore.

M.C. opened the door kicking off her shoes as she passed through the doorway. She closed the door locking it behind her, she knew she had some time before the arrival of her roommate and their friends, so she planned to grab a quick shower and change into something more comfortable before that.

M.C. had started to unbutton her white silk blouse and was pulling down the zipper of her skirt when she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly pulled the zipper back up and hurriedly tried to redo the buttons on her blouse as she headed back for the door. She peered through the peephole in the door and saw the back of a man's head outside the door, but as she strained to get a better view she recognized what appeared to be the familiar brown uniform of a UPS deliveryman.

M.C. knew that she wasn't expecting a delivery but maybe it was for her roommate. She unlocked and opened the door. The deliveryman immediately pushed his way past her as soon as the door was opened. M.C. didn't understand what was going on. Then as she looked at the man more closely, fear swept across her face suddenly realizing that although he wore the familiar brown shirt and matching brown shorts, there was no UPS insignia on his shirt and for some strange reason he was wearing a paper filter mask over his face.

Finally realizing (too late) that she was in trouble she tried to yell for help. But in one quick motion the man had closed the door behind him and clamped a chloroform drenched cloth over M.C.'s gaping mouth. The pungent odor of the chemically filled rag quickly filled her mouth and nostrils. M.C. struggled as mightily as she could, but the man was too strong and soon she was as limp as a rag doll in his powerful arms.

He laid the unconscious girl down on the floor then retrieved the dolly and carton he had left outside the door. He opened the carton and removed a small satchel from within it. He took out a syringe and a small vile from the satchel, inserted the pointy end of the syringe into the vile and extracted its contents. Next he grabbed a rubber tube from the satchel and applied it to M.C.'s arm just below the elbow. He primed the syringe then injected its contents into M.C.'s bulging vein. His victim would now be unconscious for hours.

The deliveryman set about his task with expert precision, having done this job many times before. He began by removing M.C.'s conservative white cotton briefs, easing them down the length of her long slender nylon clad legs. He forced her mouth open and stuffed that gaping cavity with the wadded-up cotton briefs. He then applied a few strips of medical tape over her mouth to seal the gag in.

Having just glimpsed the thick black silky hair that covered M.C.'s delectable little cunt, he was determined to see what else the girl had to offer. He took a handful of white silk in each hand then pulled viciously in opposite directions, some buttons gave way easily while others popped violently causing small white missiles to fly about the room. Next her lacey black bra was removed freeing her ample boobs. Then, after removing the grey silk skirt he stood admiring the beautiful dark-haired girl now stretched out before him, with her black satin garter belt and the shear black hose offering absolutely no protection from his lurid glare.

Next he removed several lengths of a good quality nylon rope from the satchel and quickly set about binding his motionless victim into a tight little ball that he could fit inside the empty carton. He began by grabbing both slender stocking clad ankles and tying them together one crossed over the other. Then he forced her body forward; she bent easily at the waist. He spread her knees apart and continued to press forward. When he found that he was able to force her head to her crossed ankles he released her and grinned sardonically as her body uncoiled.

Now, he arranged her arms so that he could draw them inside her knees, after fastening one end of a rope to her right wrist he firmly took hold of each of her wrists and placing a knee in the center of her back forced her limber body to double up on itself once again. This time, however, her arms were drawn back as her head was forced down. Once he had her head resting on her ankles he took the rope that already wrapped one wrist and captured the other. He forced her wrists as close together as possible and tied them off behind her back. His victim was now secured with her arms drawn under her legs and caught behind her back and her head resting on her bound ankles.

M.C. would not have imagined that her years of yoga training would lead her into to a position quite like this. The lifeless young lady who's 24” waist bent so easily into this pretzel shape, with her 38” breasts now pinched between her compressed shoulders and thighs and her beautiful hazel eyes hidden behind closed eye lids was now ready for boxing. Her head turned to one side and pressed into the ropes binding her ankles. The deliveryman had bound her 5'7” frame into a cute little 117 lbs bundle of femininity that he had no problem placing into the awaiting box.

The satchel was placed inside the box with M.C., and then he cut some strips of strapping tape and sealed up the box. The package was placed on the dolly, rolled to the elevator and then out of the building. As he rolled the package down the sidewalk Pat and two of her friends were approaching. The nondescript deliveryman passed the approaching threesome with neither taking much notice of the other. He opened the back of the large brown truck parked on the street, loaded the package and dolly inside the vacuous vehicle, and then after locking the back doors proceeded to the drivers seat.

“Hey Bill you really cut it close on this one, that was the roommate and their two friends you passed on your way to the truck.”

Bill looked over his shoulder through the open drivers-side door of the truck and glimpsed the gorgeous trio just before they entered the building. “We may have to make another trip out here Sam, those three look pretty promising.”

Sam, the man who had been trailing M.C., had to agree.

End of Part 1