Blind Date Gone Bad




I was 28 years old and I had been set up more times than I cared to remember,
and none of them were worth remembering. A little over two weeks ago, my
assistant had set me up with a friend of hers. Her friend was a cute little
red head, but dumb enough to make you slap yourself. I took her to a French
restaurant, she couldn't pronounce a thing on the menu. She had an unhealthy
fixation with every bad reality television show, and by that of course I mean
every reality television show. It was worth picking up the $150 tab just to
get the hell out of there. Thankfully by the time I dropped her off at home
she had finally picked up on my signals that I wanted to get away from her. It
might have been worth a one-night-stand except that I didn't want to get an
earful from my assistant, and have to fire her.

Dana, my assistant, was gorgeous. I had tried to flirt with her but she either
didn't get it or she was politely brushing me off. Not the sharpest knife in
the drawer either, but she was smart enough to answer my phone, take my
appointments, fill out my paperwork, and basically anything else I didn't feel
like doing. Some people in the office didn't like that I was so friendly with
my assistant, but screw them, half of them worked for me anyway. I was an
executive at my uncle's brokerage firm, clearing $170,000 a year without doing
much of anything, except playing golf with my uncle.

Anyway, two weeks after my date with Dana's friend ... Karla or something ...
she was trying to set me up again. This time it was with her friend Georgia. I
don't know why I said yes, because I hadn't gotten any in almost three weeks
probably. We agreed to meet at my place first, have a drink, and go to dinner
from there. This way, I figured, if she was as dumb as Kelly or Katie or
whoever then I could just ask her to leave and enjoy my Friday night at home.

I showered, shaved, and dressed up nice. I had a tan suit with a black shirt,
no tie. I had a minute long debate in the mirror over whether to unbutton just
one collar button or two. I had just settled on two when the doorbell to my
apartment rang. It was 6:50, she was early. Probably nervous, great. I went
down stairs to the front hall and opened the door. And I was unusually pleased
for the revealing of a blind date.

The girl was a knockout. She had long, curly blonde hair that framed her
beautiful face. She had one of those adorable, just-slightly upturned noses
and great sky blue eyes. Her tan was perfect, and a little bit of makeup gave
her an angelic complexion. She was wearing a red cocktail dress which clung
tightly to her slender body, showing off her perfect cleavage. She was 5'5 or
so, I guessed, without those red open toe heels.

"Hi, I'm Georgia," she said, beaming a big smile of perfectly symmetric pearl
white teeth.

"I know," I said, trying to play it cool. "I'm Jim. Come in."

"Thank you," Georgia said. As she entered the apartment she brushed up against
me just slightly, which was completely unnecessary because the doorway is big
enough to park a minivan. Touchdown!

"Can I offer you a drink? I have wine? Champagne? I could mix us something?"
Show off those great bar skills I picked up that month I worked in a
restaurant. Didn't last long but I learned to mix a few of the ladies'
favorites.

"How about a cosmo?" Georgia asked, again flashing a knockout smile.

"Coming right up," I said, trying to match her smile with a charming grin of
my own. We chatted for a bit while I mixed a drink, mostly about her. Dana had
apparently filled her in on me and what I do, so I let her tell me about
herself. While she was talking I was already making mental plans for the
night, wondering if she'd play hard to get once that part of the evening came
up.

We sat down on the couch and I turned on my electric fireplace. I should have
set it all up earlier, but I was expecting Georgia to be more like Kendra. Or
Karla? Didn't matter. We chatted a few more minutes, when Georgia reached for
her glass and spilt her drink. Not all of it, but enough that I was worried
about getting cranberry vodka on my carpet.

"Oh shit!" Georgia hissed. "I'm so sorry! Do you have any paper towels?"

"Of course I have paper towels," I snapped. Blondes. I ran into the kitchen
and came out with a handful of paper towels. Damage contained.

"I'm so sorry," she repeated.

"Not a problem," I tried to smile.

We sat back down and started chatting again. After about five minutes I looked
at my watch. "Well, we better get going," I said starting to stand up. "I made
a 7:30 reservation at ... woah!" I suddenly got light headed and fell back on
the couch. I tried to get up again but this time Georgia reached out and
pushed me back down.

She suddenly hopped over to my side of the couch and straddled my lap facing
me. "What's your hurry," she purred.

"Something's wrong," I said, getting nervous. Everything was getting fuzzy. "I
don't ... I don't ... "

"Shhhh," she soothed me. "Just relax. You're not going anywhere."

"Why ... wha ... what ... wh ... " was all I could manage as I felt myself
losing consciousness. The heavenly scent of Georgia's perfume and her soft,
soothing voice were so pleasant that I allowed myself to close my eyes ... and
drift off into sleep.

... The first thing I noticed was that my jaw was a little stiff. I reached up
to massage it, but it still hurt. It was then that I realized that it still
hurt because I wasn't rubbing it. Suddenly it all came to me. My hands were
tied behind my back. No, they were duct taped. The stick of the tape pulled on
my arm hairs every time I tried to move my wrists. I was laying on the floor,
I looked down and saw that my feet and knees were taped together too. I
followed my gaze up to the couch where Georgia was sitting, her legs crossed,
sipping on a glass of wine and smiling down at me.

"Glad you're finally awake," she grinned, putting her glass down on the coffee
table. "We've got a lot to talk about."

"Mmph hmp phmm!" I yelled, uselessly. Something was tied or strapped into my
mouth, muffling my furious shouts.

"Shhh," Georgia hushed, putting a finger to her lips as she grinned from ear
to ear. She got up off the couch and knelt beside me. "I gagged you for a
reason, baby. So just be quiet."

"NMPH! MPHMM MM MMMPH!!!" Who the hell did she think she was, drugging me and
tying me up? I let out the loudest "Help!" I could.

Georgia pushed the object a little bit into my mouth with one finger and
shushed me again. "If you don't hush up I'm going to have to put some tape on
this ballgag to keep you quiet. And if that's not enough, maybe you'll just
have to spend a few hours in the front hall closet? Is that what you want?"

"Nnph. Mmn phmph mmph." I lowered my voice but I was still glaring at her,
which just made her laugh. Why that lousy bit ... and with that I started
cursing her out, or at least trying to.

Her only reaction to my rant was put her hands on her hips and shake her head.
After a few seconds she asked, "Are you finished?" I tried to sit up, but all
I could do was wriggle my way to an armchair and try to prop myself up against
it. "Where do you think you're going?" she giggled. I tried to kick at her but
I lost my balance against the chair and fell over onto the floor. My kick
barely grazed her leg. She burst out laughing. When she finished she stood up
and brushed herself off. "Pathetic," she said.

She walked over and pushed the coffee table away so that she could kneel down
squarely in front of me. Grabbing me by my shirt, she hauled me upright.
"You're only making this harder on yourself, asshole," Georgia said, this time
without her girly sweetness. "If I were you I'd settle down, otherwise ... "
she trailed off and stood up, keeping her eyes locked on mine. She leaned over
and rested both of her hands on each of the arms of the chair, seeming to trap
me even further between them. She raised one of her heels and brought the tip
of her shoe to rest on my groin.

I tried to squirm away but she applied just a bit more pressure with her foot
and I froze. I gazed up at her, those once beautiful and now menacing sky blue
eyes locked on me. A smile, less glamorous and more mischievous grew on her
face. Without warning, she pressed her foot down a little harder, and I yelped
with pain. She continued to press down for at least several seconds, each one
excruciating. I could feel drool on either side of my mouth and my eyes were
starting to tear up a bit. Finally, she let up some of the pressure but kept
her foot planted on my groin.

I panted heavily from the pain, tears in my eyes and drool on my face. I kept
my eyes fixed on her shoe, refusing to meet her eyes in my sorry state.

"Are you going to settle down now?" Georgia asked after a few seconds. When I
did not immediately answer her, she held my chin between her thumb and
forefinger, and gently raised my head. I kept my eyes down, but she waited.
After a moment I glanced at her. She had an indescribably smug grin on her
face, which was a little flushed. She was clearly enjoying my situation. I
looked back down but she raised my head just a fraction of an inch and I met
her gaze again. "Are you going to settle down?" she repeated.

I was so humiliated I couldn't react. This tiny, skinny little girl had
managed not only to incapacitate me but also make me cry. Even when I was a
little kid, no girl had ever made me cry, but I was completely at this one's
mercy. I had never felt so weak, helpless, or 'pathetic' before in my life.

Georgia apparently felt I need some more prodding, so she applied just a
fraction more pressure to my groin, causing me to yelp again. She raised her
eyebrows questioningly and I nodded repeatedly and grunted loudly to
demonstrate that I agreed with her.

"Oh good," she said with that smug satisfaction. "Now we can get down to
business." She stood back from me and sat down on the edge of the coffee
table. "I'm sure you're wondering why I've tied you up. I think you know now
why I gagged you," she added quickly with a girly little giggle. I grunted,
this 'cutie' routine was starting to annoy me.

"Well its like this, Jim," Georgia continued, "you recently went out on a date
with my sister's friend, Kate." Kate, that was her name. So that dummy had
something to do with this? "No, Kate doesn't know I'm here," Georgia said,
apparently reading my expression. "But Kate used to babysit me. And I can't
tell you how mad I was when I found out what a jerk you had been to her on
your date."

Are you freakin kidding me? That whiny idiot had the nerve to complain about
ME? I started yelling, trying to make myself clear over the ball in my mouth
that I hadn't been a jerk, but I barely got a few grunts off before Georgia
kicked me hard in the chest. It hurt bad and I started to choke on my own
cough, struggling for air with the gag in my mouth.

"Don't you dare deny it!" Georgia warned, all cuteness, even false cuteness,
suddenly gone from her face and voice. "Kate is the nicest person in the
world, much too nice for a big jerk like you." Given my condition, I decided
to let that one slide.

Georgia waited for me to regain my compose before she continued. "I love Kate,
and no one is going to treat her badly and get away with it. She's much too
sweet to be involved in something like this, but I'm not." She paused to smile
and lean just a little closer to me. "And neither is my sister, Dana."

Dana, oh that figures. Fine. No matter what this crazy bitch does to me, its
OK. Because as soon as I get out of this Georgia is going to jail for
kidnapping and Dana is getting fired.

Once again Georgia seemed to pick up on my feelings. "Ooooh, somebody is
getting angry," she mocked. I held back an urge to start yelling again. She
kicked off her shoes and placed them on the coffee table. "That's OK, we can
talk about that later. For right now, its getting late, so lets get you ready
for bed."

Bed? This nutty skank was planning on spending the night? And keeping me like
this?

Georgia sat down in the armchair I was propped up against and put her hands
under my arms. "On the count of three, stand up. 1, 2, 3..." She helped
support me to my feet, and I almost fell over again. She held me upright,
walked in front of me, and grabbed my shirt. She was so much shorter than me
that for a moment I thought about putting up a fight, but I still felt a
little light headed from the drugs and my guts were killing me from her
physical abuse. "Come on, baby, hop this way," she chided. I half willingly
hopped my way to the stairs with her leading the way.

She made me sit on the stairs and caterpillar my way up one step at a time.
She got behind me and did the same, pulling me along by the collar of my
shirt. I tried to pull away from her, just because I didn't want her dragging
me up the steps, but she punched me in the back of the head. The hit, combined
with the drugs, stunned me into a kind of dumb obedience until we were at the
top of the stairs.

"OK, baby, hop this way now," she said, guiding me into the master bedroom.
She kept me moving past the bed and into the bathroom. I suddenly had a very
bad feeling I knew what was next. "Hmm, this looks like a good spot. Sit
down," Georgia ordered. I sat down on the edge of my very big, and very deep,
jacuzzi bathtub. No sooner than I sat down than she shoved me with both hands
hard in the chest. I fell backward into the tub, hitting my head first against
the wall and then against one of the jets. I groaned loudly.

"Oh shush," she said dismissively. I started yelling at her over the ballgag
but she just reached down and gave my hair a good yank. "I said be quiet," she
said sternly.

Oh, just wait, 'baby', I thought. I'm going to make you sorry for this. "Don't
move. Don't make a sound. I'll be right back."

She left me in the tub. My head was throbbing and for a minute I was content
to just lay there in pain. Georgia returned quickly with a roll of duct tape.
"Roll over," she ordered. When I hesitated she reached into the tub and tried
to push me over, but I wasn't in the right position and she wasn't nearly
strong enough. "Roll over or I'm going to make you very uncomfortable
tonight."

Reluctantly I submitted, rolling onto my stomach. I could lie almost flat in
the tub, my leg resting up against the opposite end of the tub. She wrapped
some tape around my ankles and then used it to tie my wrists to my ankles. She
left a lot of slack, but I could tell getting out of this was going to be
tricky. She used a ton of tape making it work.

When she was done she rolled me back onto my side, hopping into the tub with
me. "This is called a hogtie, sweetie," she said, the girly-cuteness routine
back in full force. "Its not very tight, but it should keep you from getting
out of here." She reached up and grabbed a small towel off a rack on the wall.
She wiped my face of the drool and the tears. "Ew," she said as she wiped,
"you made a nasty mess of yourself." I grunted angrily at her, though not very
loudly.

"Aw, poor baby had a rough day," she cooed me, that big smile back on her
face. "Now I'm sure you know better than to make any noise in here while I'm
sleeping, but just in case ... " she started ripping a piece of tape off the
roll. " ... I'm going to put a few strips of this duct tape over you mouth to
keep you extra quiet." She pressed the strip of tape firmly over my mouth,
using her thumbs to smooth it out. She repeated the process three times,
taking her time with each piece.

When she was done she leaned down, her face right on top of mine. She put her
lips right next to my ear, "Thanks for the date ... I had fun." she whispered.
She gave my cheek a long, soft kiss.

Something about that kiss sucked all of the life out of me. In that moment I
went from being furious to feeling powerless to being terrified. I was
overcome with so much helplessness and dread that I had to fight back more
tears swelling up in my eyes.

With that Georgia hopped out of the tub. There was a sliding glass door which
she began to close, sealing me in. "See you tomorrow," she waved at me. "Sweet
dreams." Her beautiful face became distorted by the glass door as it slid in
front of her. I saw her go to the door and turn the lights off, but she left
the door open to the bedroom as she disappeared from my sight. There was a
little nightlight across the room by the sink, and I took a moment to examine
the tape around my body. I tried to squirm around a bit but it hurt. It was
also noisy, every sound I made was amplified in the bathtub. I didn't struggle
too hard because I was afraid all the noise would bring her back into the room
...

... there it was again. I was afraid. I was afraid of a petite little blonde
who had somehow done what no one had ever done to me before, make me
vulnerable.

Struggling to get loose when you're tied up is unbelievably tiring. I could
still feel some of whatever Georgia had used to drug me with in my system. My
head was throbbing. I was so miserable, uncomfortable, angry, and embarrassed
that I twice caught myself from starting to cry. I decided to wait a while,
maybe an hour, until she fell asleep. Then I would be able to struggle a
little bit more without waking her up with all the noise. I had no way of
keeping time, but it seemed like a solid plan in my head ...

I dozed off. I woke up a couple of times and tried to fight off the
exhaustion, but inevitably I'd fall back to sleep. Finally I was out and
stayed out for a long time.

I was awakened abruptly by the sliding away of the glass door to the tub.
Standing there, wearing my bathrobe, was Georgia. She had obviously just woken
up. She looked me over quickly and turned away. I was still groggy but I
groaned a couple of times into the tape and ballgag in my mouth. She ignored
me and instead began washing her face and brushing her teeth. She left the
bathroom without saying a word. My groaning turned into full shouts. "Get your
ass in here you crazy bitch!" Of course, nothing even remotely decipherable
came out, just loud grunts. I struggled a little bit against the tape but I
knew it was useless. The tape hurt my wrists when I pulled. Mostly I just
tried to bang my feet against the tub to make some more noise.

Finally she returned. She was wearing the dress from last night and her hair
was still a little messed up from sleeping. For a moment I forgot how pissed
off I was and stared. God, she was hot ... despite my situation I found myself
getting a little aroused, but she threw cold water on that in a hurry.

"I'm going to make myself something to eat downstairs," she said, leaning into
the tub. "But while I'm doing that, you should probably get up and get ready.
We have a long day ahead of us." I groaned loudly and shook my head. I tried
to roll over and signal that I wanted her to take the tape off my hands, but
she just put her had on my shoulder and rolled me back over so I was facing
her. She was trying not to smile, I could tell, but now she was grinning
broadly. "Why don't you take a shower and when I'm done eating I'll come up
here and get you?" She was laughing as I started letting out long screams of
"NOOO! NOOOOO! LET ME GOOO!" Slowly she reached over to the faucet and, with a
dramatic pause, she waited for me to stop yelling. When I had been reduced to
just huffing and puffing, meekly shaking my head, she smiled, "Ready?" Before
I could start shouting 'no' again, she turned the handle for cold water to the
max. I yelped as the cold water struck me, and before I could curse her out
again she turned on the shower head. I swore under the tape and the ballgag.
The shower head was aimed directly at my face and I tried to move so that it
wasn't hitting me right in the eye, but I couldn't.

"Oh, that's cold," Georgia snickered. "Maybe I'll be nice and give you just a
little bit of warm water ... " she reached for the warm water faucet, but
stopped suddenly. " ... then again, maybe I won't," she said and giggled. I
screamed furiously at her but she simply stood up and put her hands on her
hips. "Enjoy your shower, baby. I'll be back in 20, 30 minutes or so." She
blew me a kiss, shut the shower door, and left.

The water was freezing. I was squirming all over the tub, not to get free but
just to try and get warm. It wasn't working. I tried to get the water as much
as possible on my wrists, hoping the tape would be less sticky. She must have
used a ton of tape, because after five minutes or so on my stomach the tape
was just as secure. I tried hollering for Georgia and kicking the tub, but I
knew it wasn't doing any good. My apartment was very big and luxurious, and I
doubted she would hear me in the kitchen, let alone my neighbors hearing me
next door. The minutes passed with excruciating slowness as I could literally
feel my body temperature dropping.

Finally, Georgia reappeared and slid the glass door open. She had a steaming
mug of coffee in one hand and what looked like an egg sandwich in the other. I
shouted at her to turn off the water and let me go, but she just giggled.
"Enjoying your shower there, honey?" I continued to struggle as hard as I
could, trying to keep warm more than anything else. She hopped up on the sink
and took a bite out of her sandwich. "Aw, you look like a fish flopping around
in there!" she mocked me.

In less than 10 seconds I went from feeling miserable to raging hatred and
then I felt total and complete helplessness. I closed my eyes as I started
panting heavily. When I opened them she was still grinning at me. For the
first time I let out a very muddled "please."

"What was that honey?" Georgia asked, cupping a hand to her ear.

I repeated as intelligibly as I could manage, "Please, please, please let me
go." All that came out was "pffmpph, pffmpph, pffmphh mumph memph mompph." But
my facial expression and body language must have signaled to her that I was
defeated because the most self-satisfied, mocking look came to her face. She
took a final sip of coffee and hopped off the sink. With deliberate slowness,
she sauntered over to the tub. She gradually began turning off the water.

I just lay there, panting, freezing, hungry, and tired. She leaned against the
wall of the tub with one hand, resting the other on her hip. Her curly hair
fell all around that evil yet angelic face as she gazed down at me. "I'm glad
to see your becoming so compliant," she said. "That's good. Because acting
like an asshole is only going to make this worse."

I met her eyes but I didn't grunt or move. She stared hard back into my eyes,
expressing her total and complete power. We stayed like that for at least half
a minute, but it felt like half an hour. Finally she stepped away from the tub
and picked up a pile of fresh towels. "Here you go sweetie," she said as she
unfolded one towel and tossed it over my legs. "Let's dry you up. Then we can
go back downstairs for a long talk." She kept throwing towels on top of me.
The fifth towel she threw over my head. "I think I'll go watch some TV. Just
sit there and dry up a little bit. I'll be back." I couldn't see with the
towel over my face, but I heard her slide the tub door shut.