Category: Lady Jane the Kidnapper

THE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME

The Stockholm syndrome

The victim's affection for the gangster

 

The phenomenon, that victims often show solidarity with or even identify with their tormentors, was first described by the American psychiatrist Frank Ochberg.
Stockholm syndrome is named after a bank robbery in the Swedish capital in the year 1973, where a victim felt affection for his hostage-taker. The victims of Stockholm syndrome sometimes even feel love for the perpetrator. And that's exactly how it was for me.

 

I am Magnus, 52 years old and run a family business.

Like every Thursday evening, I went by car to jog in a forest near Munich.

Shortly after I started running, it started to rain and the forest floor became muddy with every minute. I enjoyed the fresh forest air and I met no other people at all.

It was getting dark, when I came back to the forest parking lot after my run. Luckily it had stopped raining and so I started to stretch in front of my car as usual. I did my stretching exercises when I registered a reflection in my car window and heard a noise behind me.

I was about to turn around, but it was already too late. I was knocked out with a precise thump on the back of my head.

I do not know, how long I was passed out. Whether only minutes or hours or what happened to me during this time.

 

When I woke up and looked at the most beautiful green eyes, it happened to me immediately.

Only then did I notice the balaclava and the lady's skintight leather outfit.
I stuttered where I was and what had happened. With a cheeky grin, the lady in leather explained something to me. But her words echoed past me. A breath of warm air brushed my ear and caused the hairs on the back of my neck, to straighten up. My eyes wandered down from her green eyes and stayed on the bright red lips, of the absolutely unknown to me. Her lascivious lips moved, when she held a white cloth with her leather glove over my nose and mouth and I lost consciousness again.

When I slowly came to my senses, I felt, that my limbs were asleep, because I was tied up and my mouth hurt too, because I was also gagged.
I was alone and defenseless. I shivered at the thought of my masked hostage-taker. not a cold shiver, but a hot one!

My hostage-taker totally drove me crazy. I felt, that I had an erection.

Then suddenly the door opened and I realized, that I was in a van.
My hostage-taker switched on the light and looked at my erection with a sincere smile, that stood out clearly through my sports pants. She just sat on my best piece in her leather outfit and looked deep into my eyes. She looked threatening. The kidnapper murmured in my ear, that she has a hold over me. This sentence was hardly uttered, she grabbed me by the balls gently but tight enough. A startled sound crept out of my throat.

My kidnapper explained, that she was keen on my valuable watch collection and my precious metals. She particularly emphasized the word "keen".

With the other hand she stroked my face and freed me from my gag, then her hand went to her neck. She squeezed gently. Now she had me fully under control with both hands.
My blood was boiling and she whispered to me: "You are my horny money hostage and I am your money-hungry gangster bride." It totally brought me into ecstasy. I tried to nod.

One hand was still on the throat, the other on my crown jewels. Then she squeezed harder with both hands, that made me gasp for joy. The gangster bride made me clearly understand, that this is a hopeless situation, in which I am and that she always gets what she wants.
It felt like minutes, but it must have been hours.

Then we drove to my home. My hands were handcuffed and I gave her what my hostage-taker wanted. After she had my valuables, she threatened me with the words: "If you ever say a single word to anyone about this…“. She ran her finger along her throat.

 

It was an absolutely sensational experience, that you can really only wish everyone.
Since then, I've been dreaming of my hostage-taking and my beautiful kidnapper in leather at night.
I don't want anything more, than being attacked again by my hostage-taker and finally being allowed to look into her face. Is the Stockholm syndrome curable?

 

Stockholm Syndrome

JANE BOND – SECRET MISSION IN THE DOLOMITES

Good morning Agent Jane Bond. your mission, if you accept it, relates to locate the target person Mister L. in South Tyrol, to seduce him with your elegant charms and abduct him than to a secret mountain hut. As always, should you or a member of your team get caught, the minister will deny all knowledge of your existence. This message destroys itself in five seconds.

 

Wednesday, late afternoon – secret helicopter base in the Dolomites: Agent Jane Bond, dressed in finest black leather pants and boots spotted her victim at the heliport. Her accomplice takes the helicopter to the launch area. Mister L. may take a seat. Agent Jane skillfully knocks out the target person, draws him a mask over and ties Mister L. with cable ties. Agent Bond takes the wheel. „Boarding completed, ready for departure "says Jane Bond and the adventure starts towards the mountain hut. After a sightseeing flight at sunset along the Dolomites course will be made to the remote mountain hut – where Jane Bond skilfully turns the helicopter and lands on a hill in 2.500 meters.

There is already an accomplice with the skidoo waiting, but before Mister L. is all right again, he is loaded by Agent Jane on the skidoo. This is followed by a rapid drive through the deep snow towards the hut in the “Gangsta’s Paradies”, secret headquarter of Lady Jane.

Mister L. becomes fully conscious and notices horrified, that he is tied to a chair.

Jane Bond now wears a little black dress with opera gloves leather and black fine tights, that hugs her legs perfectly. Her stockinged feet are in designer high heels. The sight of Agent Jane alone drives her victim crazy. With her foot smell and other methods Jane Bond makes her sacrifice Mister L. weak-willed. the se- and abduction has been completely successful again. You can always rely on Agent Jane Bond.

KIDNAPPED!

…and all of sudden Mister L. became aware, that he fell into a trap. That wasn't a trip to discuss the company's strategic goals for the next year: actually, he was being kidnapped! Initially confronted by such quick and scary realization, his feelings were quickly replaced by numbness and intoxication. He was confused.

Maybe there was something on that white cloth, that now Lady Jane – suddenly closer and surprisingly strong – was holding firmly over his mouth and nose with those black leather gloves.

Those sensual, determined, black-leathered criminal hands, or maybe he was being hypnotized by those stunning green eyes, where any form of power would fall into its knees on their presence. It didn't matter anymore.

Her voice guided him to take slow and deep breaths, taking him gradually into a state of total surrender and deep sleep.

THRILL THE KIDNAPPING

Dominatrix kidnaps man in Munich

I lie in wait. From afar I watch my soon-to-be-hostage. Yes, you heard that right! Today I will be kidnapping a stranger! I see him run down the street. Past Munich's red-light district. Soon he is out of sight. It is broad daylight. My engine is running. so I move to follow behind, otherwise I will lose sight of him. I want to get to the next set of meters!

A group of office workers come between us. Given my environment I drop the speed of my car.
The pencil pushers scuttle past my victims.
It's now or never! I put my balaclava on and I accelerate, as fast as possible. My heart is beating. Then I brake, bringing the bus I'm driving screeching on to the sidewalk. I jump out and grab my target! With a stranglehold I force him into my black bus. A 1000 thoughts are running through my head. Has anyone seen me? Will he defend himself? What if… ?

But it is now too late for second thoughts. Everything is already prepared in the interior of the vehicle for my hostage. At lightning speed I tie up my hostage on all 4 s. I gag his mouth, although he does not call for help. I took him by surprise! Or does he like to be speechless? ;)
Just as I have tied him up, there is a knock at the door.
When getting out I pull the balaclava from my head and close the door quickly behind me. In front of my bus is a guy in blue overalls. One of the guys of the workshop! He grins and asks cheekily, how long do I need. I laugh out loud and assure him, I drive them equally quickly. He wishes me a lot of fun! I will have that for sure, I reply. It's clear I need to move somewhere else so I hop into the driver's seat and drive, at the permitted speed. I do not want to be stopped by the police ...


To be continued.

FETISH KIDNAPPING

It is pitch-dark when I take my kidnapping bus and go on the way. The city is still asleep. Finally, it is only 5:30 am. When I take the bus in a side street to our meeting place, I see my sexy accomplice.

She gets in and we start immediately to look for our victim.

A few hundred meters further on we discover a walker in a residential area.

I turn off the lights and put a brake on. Everything happens now quickly.

We kidnappers jump off the bus, pack our defenseless, totally shocked victim, staring us with wide eyes and pull him into the bus.

We tie him up and give him a gag and a blindfold. This all happens in just seconds - my accomplice and I are just a good team!

I swing myself back on the driver's seat and I leave immediately.

In no case we want to attract attention. I drive through town on the way to our hiding place. Arrived there, I park the bus, we solve the shackles and force now our victim to undress completely. We put him together in lingerie and high heels and put him a wig on. Only when we remove the gag, we hear, we have kidnapped a Swiss - a hopefully wealthy hostage!

Then we kidnappers drag our sacrifice in the hooker outfit across the parking lot into the dungeon Penthouse Elegance. He can not run on this high stilettos, so running away is impossible! On the top floor, we use our sacrifice after line and thread, just on what we just want! We are really raging! Our hostage withstand more than we expected, only when each Lady applies a strap-on and we describe him, what we will do with him, he is finally soft cooked and hands us the access to his assets.

LADY JANE THE KIDNAPPER

On request of a client, the imagination does not let go, to be whisked real, I kidnapped him yesterday with the help of an accomplice.

We hit the road with a van and wore typical abduction clothes in black: turtleneck pullover, leather pants, bomber jacket and not to forget our balaclavas!

We kidnappers were armed to the teeth with toggle, cable ties and a bag for the head of our sacrifice.

Late in the evening we raided my clients, who was on his evening walk in the woods.

I jumped out of the car, overwhelmed him and threw him with cable ties tied around the wrists in the kidnapping car.

My accomplice drove the car, while I looked after the hostage.

We went to our hiding place, where the blackmail scenario began…