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The Widows Surprise
by Glassmummy
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© Copyright 2002 - Glassmummy - Used by permission
Storycodes: M/f; kidnap; drug; transport; strip; shave; wrap; tape; bandages; cocoon; gag; bond; outdoors; hum; cons/nc; X
The Widows Surprise by Glassmummy M/f; kidnap; drug; transport; strip; shave; wrap; tape; bandages; cocoon; gag; bond; outdoors; hum; cons/nc; X
 

Her name was Donnella Payton-Stiers. She was just twenty-seven years old when she married Jonathan Stiers, the oil tycoon. He was sixty-eight at the time, but madly in love with her, and even his closest friends couldn’t convince him that she was simply interested in him for his money. Now, five years later, Donnella has been a widow for just over a year. Jonathan left her everything in his will, and she would never have to worry about money again.

At 32, she was still a beautiful woman. Short, cropped blond hair, blue eyes, and a perfect tan. She worked out daily, and it showed. Normally I wouldn’t rob such a lovely woman, but this time it didn’t bother me because I knew what a gold-digging, stuck-up bitch she really was. Besides, she could afford it.

It was late July, and I had been watching her home for about a week, learning her routines. She was a creature of habit as most rich people tend to be, and that is usually their downfall. My plan was simple enough. I was going to break in to her house that Friday night while she was at her weekly aerobics class. She would be gone from 6pm until 8:30pm, and the house would be empty as her maid left at 5:00 and didn’t return until 8:00am.

She drove out right on schedule, and I proceeded to bypass the alarm on the back door. (It amazes me that some of these rich people are so cheap when it comes to their alarm systems.) Once inside the house I started to browse around a bit since I had quite a bit of time on my hands. Eventually I made my way to the safe. It was behind her portrait, if you can believe that! (So predictable.) Once I got the safe open and all the cash and jewels out I headed for the door. I wasn’t even out of the dinning room when I heard the front door open! She was back early! It was only 7:45.

I quickly hid behind the dinning room door and pulled the taser from my pocket. I always carry it with me for emergencies, sort of like this one. As she walked through the door I stepped up behind her and put the taser to her neck. She was out like a light.

I thought, “Now I can get out of here”, but then another thought occurred to me. This rich bitch needed to be taught a lesson and I had the perfect idea. I quickly took the loot to my car, which was parked in back of the house and got out a roll of duct tape. I then went back to the lovely Mrs. Stiers and got to work taping her ankles together, then her knees, and thighs. I moved on to the wrists and taped them behind her back. Then I taped around her upper arms and body. I pulled off a strip of the sticky tape and plastered it over her eyes as a blindfold and was getting ready to stuff a washcloth in her mouth when she came too.

“What are you doing? Let me out of this right now!” She demanded as she struggled against the tape.

“Not just yet.” I said. “I have something special planned for you. Now just be good, and you won’t get hurt.”

“What are you going to do to mmmgghhh?” That was all she got out before I shoved the rag into her mouth and sealed it with winds of duct tape around her mouth and head.

“Don’t worry, I just think you need to learn a little humility.”

I picked her up and carried out to my car where I laid her in the back seat and covered her with a blanket.

The drive to my house was a little over an hour, and my prisoner made little noise from under the cover and the heavy gag. I pulled into my driveway at 9:30 and parked the car in the garage. I live in the country in a small log cabin house, so I didn’t have to worry about any neighbors. I carried her inside to the living room and put her on the floor.

“Ok, you stay put. I have to go to the basement for supplies and I’ll only be a minute.”

I returned with my bag of goodies a minute later. The first thing I would need was the plastic sheet. I didn’t want to get my floor messy. Once that was down, I rolled her to the middle of it and went back to the bag.

“Ok, you’re going to go to sleep for a little while now, but don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you, or rape you if that’s what you think.” I soaked a rag in chloroform, and covered her nose with it. She struggled for a few seconds before the drug overtook her.

Once she was out I untied her and removed all of her clothes. I then shaved her head completely, even her eyebrows. I then produced several rolls of plastic wrap and, starting at her feet, wrapped her entire body up to the neck with several layers of film, crossing her arms over her chest as I went. After about eight or nine layers, I put down the plastic wrap and started the process over again with duct tape.

Once her body was covered from neck to toes with the tape, I decided it was time for the gag. I took her workout socks and packed them into every corner of her mouth. She looked a bit like a chipmunk with her cheeks bulging out like that. I then grabbed the roll of tape and started wrapping it around her mouth. I started just under the nose, and wrapped downward to below her chin. Then I wrapped from under the chin around the top of her head a couple of times ensuring that her jaw was clamped shut. I picked up a smaller roll of plastic wrap and wrapped her entire head except for the eyes and nostrils. After this was done, I used more duct tape to finish off her head.

She was now a perfect silver mummy, but something still wasn’t right. I decided to use my special stock of sticky sided white elastic bandages to finish the job. Starting at the feet again I wrapped up her body making sure that the bandages were smooth and even. Once I was done she was perfect. The perfect female form encased in pure white. Her entire head was now encased as well since the bandages were breathable and allowed air to get to her nose. I left a tiny slit for her eyes so she could see when she woke up.

I lifted her now stiff body and carried it back out to my car. Once in the car, we drove to the town park. The park was now deserted, as it was 3am. Here I found a light post alongside the joggers’ path.

“This is perfect.” I said to myself.

I went back to the car and carried the now mummified Mrs. Stiers to the post. I leaned her up against it and took out the last few rolls of bandages from my pockets. I wrapped her body from neck to feet to the post and as I was finishing up, she started to come around. I quickly pulled the ski mask I had brought down over my head.

“Ah! Finally waking up I see. And just in time too.”

“MMMFFFF MMMMM GGGMMMMFFF!!!!” she tried to yell.

“I wanted you awake before I left you so you could see the nice sign I made for you.”

I picked the cardboard sign up off the ground and held it up in front of her face. It read:

I’M A GOLD-DIGGING,
STUCK-UP BITCH.
AND THIS IS MY
PENENCE!!!
PLEASE DO NOT
DISTURB ME!!!
Thank you,
Donnella Payton-Stiers.

“Well,” I said. “That should humiliate you sufficiently. Have a nice day.”

I placed the sign around her neck and turned to leave. She was quite pissed off to say the least, and don’t even want know what all of the “mmmfffsss” meant.

“Oh, by the way, people should start jogging by here in about three or four hours, so that should give you plenty of time to try to get free. Good luck!”

I could hear the pleading from her heavily gagged mouth, and thought maybe I might come back for a morning jog in a few hours just to check up on her. After all, she was my step-grandmother.

THE END

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05.08.02

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