“Hello?” Fabiola called out, walking warily down the corridor. “James, are you here?” There was no reply, but she could see a light on through his bedroom door. He had to be in there - there wasn’t anywhere else he could be.

She’d arrived to find his apartment door unlocked, but hadn’t seen or heard any sign of him since she’d stepped inside. With anyone else, Fabi might’ve become worried at this point. Knowing James, though, she was already braced for mischief...

Taking a swig from her water bottle, she stepped through his bedroom door - and he sprang out from behind it, shouting, “HA!” She jumped about a foot in the air and spat water all over the carpet, doubling over and staggering backwards, coughing and spluttering. “Oh shit,” James cackled, “are you OK?”

“Yeah, dude, just nearly died, that’s all,” Fabi rasped, giving him a reproachful look. “Jerk! Why would you do that...?”

“Because funny,” he smirked, stepping towards his bed. “Besides, I figured ambushing you was kinda fitting, given that I’m about to kidnap you.”

She blinked, nonplussed. “You are?”

It was at that point that she saw several lengths of rope, a large pair of sharp-looking scissors, and a ball gag lying on the bed. Picking up one of the rope bundles, James turned to face her, his expression calm and confident. “I am,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’m gonna tie you up, put you in my car, and take you someplace else. And you’re gonna let me, like a good, compliant little victim, because you don’t want me to hurt you. Right?”

Her eyes widening in realisation, Fabi gave a little gasp of alarm and nodded hurriedly. “Yes, I’ll do w-whatever you say,” she said meekly, her voice quavering, as he circled around her and grabbed her arms, pulling her elbows together behind her back. “I won’t struggle, j-just please, don’t hurt me...”

“Aw, good girl,” he chuckled, coiling the rope around and between her arms. “You catch on so quick. Don’t worry, I won’t need to hurt you if you cooperate.”

She nodded again, standing in place and letting him bind her limbs together, not moving other than to tremble with dread, her face contorted with terror and apprehension. She appeared profoundly horrorstruck, scared into submission as if suffering a prey response, frozen by her fear of the predator her friend had revealed himself to be.

Inwardly, though, Fabiola was utterly at ease, totally unfazed by the situation. Enjoying it, even. She knew she wasn’t in any real danger - James wasn’t actually kidnapping her. No, this was another of his classic pranks. Another of the complex, entertaining scenarios he’d devised to amuse himself and Fabi.

And naturally, she had to play along. She had to play the role he’d set out for her, and let him play out the prank as he’d intended.

Why else would she have simply surrendered? Had someone really threatened to kidnap her, she’d have punched him in the dick, or at least run away. His door was still open behind her - she could’ve sprinted for it while he was taking his time strolling over to her. But he said he wanted her to be a ‘compliant little victim’, so that must be the role he intended her to play.

So she stood there, outwardly afraid but inwardly placid, as James cinched her elbows and wrists together, before crouching down to do the same to her knees and ankles. She had to admit, she hadn’t expected him to be so skilled at bondage. She wondered if he’d already been a expert, or if he’d learned for the prank. The thought of her friend having some kinky knowledge was oddly titillating.

Almost a shame I’m not into him at all, she mused, watching as he tested the strength of the knots between her legs. We coulda had some fun nights together with all these ropes...

Seeming satisfied with her bonds, James stood up straight and took Fabi by the arms, pulling her forwards. She reached the bed with a few wobbling hops, and he promptly pushed her over. Letting out a little alarmed squeak as she fell, she landed on her side on the duvet, narrowly missing the scissors, which James picked up. He leaned over her, brandishing the shiny blades.

“Now hold still,” he told her gently, rolling her onto her back. “We don’t want you getting cut by mistake, do we?”

Fabi responded with another whimper, gazing wide-eyed up at her friend-turned-captor as he slid her glasses off her face, setting them on his nightstand. Then he tugged her navy blue halter top away from her stomach and began to slice through it with the scissors, until the two halves of it fell to either side of her torso.

She winced inwardly - that had been a new top. James was lucky she had such a good sense of humour. His antics probably wouldn’t land nearly as well with another woman.

He quickly severed the top’s thin shoulder straps, and then pulled the dismantled piece of filmy fabric off her, chucking it on the floor. Her bra was the next to go, meeting a similarly swift, efficient end as he chopped through the join between each cup and the middle of the strap on her back. As he worked, he rolled her around however he needed to in order to reach each part of her clothing he was targeting. She was glad he’d taken her glasses off - she didn’t want them getting damaged as her face smushed into the duvet.

He cut away her pale beige shorts, and finally her panties, slicing through each of these at her sides rather than her front and back. She appreciated that - she wasn’t eager at the prospect of those sharp blades going between her legs, or along her ass crack.

Lying his nude ‘captive’ on her front, James bent her bound legs until her feet were hovering over her butt. Then he grabbed another length of rope and threaded it through the bonds between her ankles and her wrists, pulling them towards one another until they were secured together. He added more rope to reinforce the restraints he’d already tied, until Fabi had been fully hogtied into an intricate, inescapable lattice.

“You can struggle now, if you like,” he snickered at last, stepping away to admire his handiwork. “It’s not like it’ll do any good.”

Sure enough, no matter how much Fabi wriggled and writhed, the ropes held her relentlessly. She couldn’t break free. As she struggled, he approached her again and started to run his hands over her naked body, squeezing her buttocks, sliding his hand under her torso to grope her boobs, and running his fingers between her legs.

There was nothing sexual about his treatment of her obviously - they didn’t have that kind of relationship. (In fact, them being so totally platonic was the premise of a prior prank.) James was just in character as a ruthless kidnapper, who wouldn’t miss a chance to feel up his captive. And her body’s responses were all part of her own pretence, a helpless victim unable to control her physical reactions to being fondled and caressed. She made sure to play up her displeasure, squirming and squeaking impotently as he possessively played with her bare boobs and her wet cunt.

Belatedly, he shoved his sticky fingers in her mouth, cleaning them on her tongue, and then held her jaw open as he picked up the ball gag with his other hand. Slotting it into place, he secured the buckle around the back of her head, before straightening up and giving her a smack on the ass.

Then, almost as an afterthought, he reached over to the nightstand, picked up her glasses, and snapped them in half. She let out a moan of distress, although internally she was as undaunted as ever. It was all part of the act. She expected he’d pay for the replacements.

Chucking the shattered spectacles in a trash can, he left the room for a few minutes, leaving Fabiola lying on his bed, unable to do much more than wiggle in place and salivate around her ball gag. She was as impressed as ever by how thorough he was being, and how remorselessly he was treating her. Anyone would think he was actually kidnapping her. Of course she’d expected nothing less after his performances in his previous pranks, but his commitment to the bit still amazed her every time.

It wasn’t long before he returned. Hooking his arms through her joined-up limbs, he bore her aloft and toted her through the apartment like she was so much carry-on luggage, surprising her with his strength. As he marched down the corridor towards his front door, Fabi noticed it was wide open - as was the trunk of his car, which was backed up right in front of the doorway. That hadn’t been the case when she’d arrived - presumably he’d moved it so he could stow his naked ‘captive’ inside without being seen by his neighbours.

Stepping outside, James promptly plonked Fabi into the car boot and slammed the lid shut, plunging her into darkness. Lying flat on her stomach on the polyester lining of the trunk, she listened to his footsteps on the gravel path, and then the sound of the driver’s side door opening and closing. The floor began to vibrate gently as the engine started, sending tremors through her bound body, her bare flesh quivering gently.

“Get comfy,” James’ muffled voice called out. “It’s gonna be a long trip.”

Taking his advice, Fabi shuffled in place a little and relaxed her neck, letting her head rest on the floor of the trunk, nuzzling the fuzzy surface with her cheeks even as a wet patch grew around her mouth. As she felt the car rolling onto the road, the corners of her held-open mouth twitched upwards into as much of a smile as she could manage.

She was having so much fun. True, being tied up, stripped and bundled into a car boot was not something she’d ever have done of her own volition - and had it been happening for real, she’d have been frightened out of her wits. The thing was, she knew she was safe with James. She knew he’d never do anything to actually harm or endanger her. She was completely safe with him. It was all just a prank, just pretend, just play. He was acting like a cruel abductor, and she was playing along as his terrified, tractable victim.

She loved James’ practical jokes so much. It was strangely freeing (even when being tied up), following along and allowing him to use her to enact his fantasies, planning out every moment, dictating every action she took. She found it cathartic, and thrilling... and if she was honest with herself, more than a little hot.

Her eyelids fluttering shut as the motion of the car lulled her into a stupor, Fabiola began to dreamily reminisce about the previous pranks James had pulled...