Pink Leather Ransom




Mark replied, "I'm going to take off for the night; I had a ruff day. Besides,
I have to get up early you know."

The club - the Fossil - was jam packed and the music was blaring. The Fossil
was a huge club and it held at least twelve hundred people and it was packed.
Furthermore, it was a Friday night, or Saturday morning - depending on how you
looked at it - and Mark had a fifth-teen page essay due Monday. Brown's
English department had zero tolerance policy on tardiness. To make matters
worse, Mark had only gotten a sixty-three on his mid-term. He needed at least
a seventy-eight to pass Victorian Literature. So Mark left the Fossil at
1:33am. He was not even really feeling the club scene that night anyway.
Gavin, being the loser he is, needed someone as a wingman.

"You pussy," Gavin yelled, as Mark left the club. Gavin was a cocky douche
from Charleston that rarely got laid. His southern accent could hardly be
noticeable in the club's loud setting. On the other hand, Mark is a handsome
twenty-two year old man from a prominent New York family. His mother was a
lawyer and his father was a doctor; they lived and worked on Manhattan's Upper
East Side. Mark was spoiled as a child and got whatever he desired. Since it
was a warm April night in Providence, Mark had no trouble walking home.

'Tall, dark, and handsome', is the only way to describe Mark. 5 11' was his
height. He had thick, longish, and wavy brown hair, which matched his piercing
dark blue eyes. He was muscular and toned, yet not overly big. In others
words, not a Jersey Shore juicehead. His skin was sun-kissed tanned. To put it
frankly he looked like an Abercrombie and Fitch model. In fact, he was covered
head to toe in the brand. Mark's shirt, jeans and flip flops were all A&F. The
brand suited him perfectly, as it demonstrated he had money, but was not smug
about it.

As Mark made his way down the street, he looked back to see the neon lights
from the clubs and cop cars fade away. He walked down this dark and narrow
street because it cut his hike in half. Just as he was about to put his
headphones in, a a green Dodge Caravan pulled up next to him. In side the new
van, were two beautiful girls that he had seen in the club; they had both hit
on him and made advances, but he had rejected both of them. First of all, the
girls were twenty-five and he was not interested in older women. He was only
twenty-two. Secondly, Mark had just gotten out of a serious relationship with
his ex-girlfriend Monica. Monica's memory was still fresh in Mark's memory and
he was not ready to move on.

He remembered the driver's name was Kayla. She was a beautiful blonde just a
tiny bit shorter than he was. Kayla had sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and
pretty face and a skinny toned build. Her hair was long but tied upward. Any
guy, but Mark, would have had their way with her given the chance. In fact,
she looked a little like Kesha, but with more class. She was wearing stiletto
heals, with skin tight liquid leggings that looked like leather; they
portrayed her beautiful skinny, yet toned, legs, along with her thin thighs.
She wore a white blouse with a leather jacket overtop. She had the most
beautiful body curves. She leaned down towards the passenger's seat to reveal
some of her cleavage that looked gorgeous. Kayla's make up was not overly
done, as she had so much natural beauty. However, her lush red lips were
covered in a shinny lip gloss. She had a grin on her face, as she stared at
Mark.

"Kayla," Mark calmly said to acknowledge the girls.

"What! you don't remember my name dummy," the second girl sarcastically
yelled.

In a waspy tone, Mark replied, "I really did not mean any disrespect."

The second girl barely stuck her head out of the passenger side window. While
smiling, she laughed and replied, "it's Ashley. And don't worry, my name will
be stuck in your head shortly." Mark gave a perplexed facial expression at
Ashley's response.

Ashley was a little bit shorter than Kayla. By any guy's standards, she was
hot, but not to the extent Kayla was. She had long darkish brown hair that
extended to her boobs. Like Mark, she had tanned sun kissed skin and reflected
her beautiful blue eyes. They both had thin and perky bodies. One of Ashley's
strengths over Kayla was that her boobs were larger. Ashley's blouse was red,
which matched nicely with her short and tight leather skirt. The leather skirt
barely covered her pink thong. She also wore heeled knee high leather boots.
She had more make up on than Kayla. Her beautiful face appeared cosmetic and
her pink lip gloss covered made her lips shine beautifully. She looked like a
more beautiful version of Leighton Meestor.

"Can I help you ladies with anything?" Mark asked.

"Hey Kayla," Ashley asked, in her sweet but domineering voice, "is there
anything this pretty boy can help us with?"

While still grinning, Kayla replied in her high pitched powerful voice, "this
is your last chance to come with us willingly cutey. Any normal guy would.
There's so much the both of us can offer you at once"

Mark's throat got tight and he noticed that he was a tiny bit aroused.
However, the power that his ex still held on him overpowered any desires. With
regret, he replied, "I'm honoured ladies, but not tonight."

With that being said, Ashley stated, "have it you're way hun," she started
putting the passenger side window up. The van drove off into the night.

Mark scratched his head. He was confused at what had just happened. "What did
they mean by come with us willingly," Mark thought to himself. Regardless, he
briefly shook his head and continued on his walk home. He walked over a hill
and saw the light in his waterfront condo. He had left the lights on on
purpose so he could see how close he was to his building. Most students, even
Mark's fellow Ivy-league peers, could not afford such luxury. However, Mark
was living on his parent's dime; they spared no expense for their spoiled
child's living. To better Mark's standards, he drove a 2010 Porsche and had a
full wardrobe of clothes from designers on New York's Fifth Avenue.

As Mark walked up the steps to his luxurious building, he noticed the green
van, that had pulled him over on the dark street ten minutes ago, was park
across the street. To add more confusion to the situation, the building's
doorman, Mr. Greenfield, was absent. Mark looked at the shiny green van and
reassuringly said "couldn't be." Mark opened building door, for once in his
life, and entered the elevator. Mark's Condo was located on the Sixth-teenth
floor, so he could see out into the Atlantic Ocean. He closed his eyes, as he
rode the elevator up and tried to relax from all the stress he was under. The
pressure from his upcoming essay and his ex were still getting to him. DING,
sounded the elevator, as it reached the sixth-teenth floor. Mark opened his
eyes and walked towards Condo number 1411. He opened the door with the key and
entered his hallway. "What the fucked," Mark calmly noted to himself. All the
lights were out: "I specifically remembered leaving them on. Must be a power
outage.

Mark walked towards his massive window overlooking the ocean because that was
were the light switch was located. Just as he was about to turn the light on a
soft hand with a cloth smothered his face. "It's okay, just breath it in...."
a female voice said." He heard giggling as he began to pass out. The last
thing he heard was, "it's more fun when they're cute isn't it."

Mark woke up and looked at the clock. It was now 3:30am. He also noticed that
his lights were back on. He tried to get up, but felt weak. His hands were
handcuffed behind his back. "what fuck is going on," Mark yelled. Just as Mark
began to panic, Kayla and Ashley walked out of the kitchen. "Seriously! What
the fuck are you guys doing here!" Screamed Mark, "this is illegal! Do you
have any clue who my fucking parents are goddam damn it. No means No."

Kayla ran across the room and put her hand across Mark's mouth, briefly
sealing his lips. "You can't be yelling and disrespectful," Kayla stated in a
baby's voice. Ashley soon followed Kayla and said "hey Marky, we didn't want
to fully tie you up and gag you until you were conscious."

Kayla: "It really does take any fun out of it doesn't it."

"MMMMMMPPPHHH!" Mark screamed into Kayla's palm.... "SSSSSSSSHHH..." Kayla
said in a calming voice. "talking time is over."

Ashley began removing Mark's clothes. She took scissors and removed his shirt,
jeans and socks, which left him in his boxers. "Wow, he's in really nice
shape," noted Ashley: "were going to have fun with this one."

"What should we use to tie this one Ash," asked Kayla.

Ashley: "Let's humiliate him with the pink duct tape."

Mark: "MMMMMMMMPPPHHH!"

Kayla: "Delightful... and oh come on, pink will look so good on you Marky."

Ashley walked over to her leather purse and retrieved a pink roll of duct
tape. She began taping his ankles. In fact, she tape everything; his feet,
toes, calfs, hands and shoulders. Ashley stated, "pink really suits him
doesn't it Kayla."

Kayla: "He does look really cute now."

All Mark could think of know was the sound of duct tape ripping and what these
two gorgeous divas wanted with him. "Since you tied him up, I get to gag him,"
stated Kayla. With that being said, Ashley handed Kayla the tape and she
removed her hand from his mouth. Ashley got up from Mark's leather couch and
Kayla sat down on his lap. He was all but naked except for his boxers. He
could feel Kayla's leather leggings against his skin, which sent chills up his
spin.

Mark: "please... I can you anything you want."

Kayla: "and you will hun... don't worry so much."

Kayla ripped three pieces of pink duct tape off the roll and briefly placed
them on her leggings around her thigh area. She sadistically smiled at Mark.
"what are you going to do" Mark nervously asked.

"Wait and see," Kayla replied. Ashley removed her pink panties, which was
easy, as she slipped them off under her skirt and over her boots. She walked
over to Kayla and Mark, cocked her head while grinning and said "open up."

Mark immediately shout his mouth and leaned as far back, away from Kayla
(still sitting on his lap) into the leather couch. Kayla plugged his nose. He
eventually gasped and yelled "PLEASE." Ashley took advantage and shoved her
pink satin panties in his mouth. She looked at Kayla satisfied. Kayla force
the panties all the way in his mouth. "MMMMMMMPPPHHH," screamed Mark. Kayla
then took the three pieces of pink duct tape off her leggings and put them
over his lips.

Ashley: "Now talking time is officially over, but don't worry we'll still have
a good time."

Both girls began laughing at Mark. He was embarrassed and infuriated. He was
the son of prominent wealthy New York parents and these girls were degrading
him.

Kayla: "We're going to make a lot of money off of you hun. But don't worry
we'll have lots of fun in the meantime."