It was a balmy summer night on the deck of the huge cruise ship about to set out from port. Shirley was on the deck that night; the cruise line had invited her, because this was in fact a celebrity cruise line. Dozens and dozens of celebrities were on the ship. Yet one man with a goal, was about to collect his prize he had been waiting forever since he had seen the buxom redhead on TV. Jack stepped onto the same deck that Shirley was on, he watched her every move. Her black skirt clung to her slim body, showing every perfect curve, her boots weren't her usual knee-highs, but rather casual dress boots, sexy nonetheless.

He headed down to his room, and looked out his peephole, waiting for Shirley to walk by, he had a friend on the ship that worked in the room-booking department. He had made sure that Shirley's room was right across from his. Two hours past, finally he heard her boots thumping on the red carpet of the hallway, he kept still and waited. Shirley placed her bag down and starting unlocking her door. The ship was starting to move and in doing so almost caused Shirley to fall, but instead of falling she dropped her keys. Jack quickly unlocked his door and held onto the knob. Shirley picked her keys back up and unlocked her room.

The key was a little hard to get working, she couldn't get it to unlock. She heard the door behind her open and she turned around.
"Hello, could you please help me get my door unlocked, I can't seem to get it," Shirley asked the stranger.
"Sure here let me give it a try." Jack had made sure she had received the wrong key, he had the real one in his pocket. While she bent down to get her bag he took the room key out of his pocket and unlocked the door for her.
"There we go, all taken care of."
"Thank you very much, I didn't catch your name."
"Oh, my name is Jack, I'm on vacation right now. Hey look I got to get going. Nice to meet you, though.
"Nice to meet you, too, Jack."

Shirley started to enter her room when Jack pushed her forward, slammed the door shut and clamped his hand over her mouth. He reached into his back pocket to retrieve his ether-soaked rag, Shirley had dropped her bags and was elbowing him in the stomach, trying desperately to escape from his grip and scream for help. But instead she felt a wet cloth cover her mouth and nose, she tried to pry his hand off of her face, but he was much taller and had now gained complete control. Her eyes fluttered, as she sank back into his arms. He laid her down onto the bed and turned back to get his supplies from his room.

Jack looked down both ends of the hall before leaving Shirley's room completely, then darted back into his. He fetched his backpack and turned his lights off. He would have to tie her up now, and wait for the early morning before carrying her into his room. He closed his door but left it unlocked for later. He crossed the hall and reentered Shirley's room. He flicked the lights on, and was greeted by the site of the women he had so badly desired for years now, laying unconscious on the bed in front of him. From his bag he produced a long coil of rope, a few gag items, and a blindfold. He rolled Shirley onto her stomach and crossed her wrists across each other, forming an 'X', he wrapped the soft white rope around her slender wrists and tied off a few feet of rope. With her wrists secure he bound her ankles next, he crossed her legs first, to try and prevent any escape or standing up, then wrapped from her ankles to the bottom of her knees in the soft white rope. The rope was now being tied around the bottom of her thighs; it was tied tightly. As he stood up, he looked over his captive, smiled and got ready to gag her.

Looking over his gags he decided the best one for her to be in the closet with would be a nicely made tape gag. He took a soft black cork gag, and pushed it into Shirley's mouth, he connected the strap behind her head and grabbed the roll of duct tape. He ripped off about four long pieces, he plastered one piece over her black cork gag, then the second, third, and finally the fourth. Her mouth was sealed shut, and the gag would make sure she couldn't choke on any kind of packing. Jack now waited for her to wake up, and for the midnight hour to pass. Oh yes, one more thing he had almost forgotten about, he grabbed the black blind fold, and covered her eyes, just so she wouldn't know where she was when she woke up, which should be any minute now.

Shirley woke up not too long after being bound and gagged, she couldn't see anything at all, and the whole room was pitch black. She tried to stand up but she then realized her wrists wouldn't moved our from behind her, she wiggled around for a few minutes trying to get her legs free. She gave up when she heard a door open. Jack stepped out of the bathroom, he had taken a quick shower and was expecting her to be awake by now. He watched her struggle every now and then, of course both of them knew she wasn't going to be getting loose anytime soon.
"Well Shirley, I have to admit that you look great all trussed up like that," Jack sneered. "Mmmmmrrrrrppgghhh!"
"Ha ha, well I don't think you'll be going anywhere soon, so why don't you just relax for a little while."

Two hours passed. Finally 2:00 AM, he shut of the light and opened the door a tad. He peeked around the corner to see if anyone was coming down the hall; it looked clear. He opened his room door, ran back into Shirley's, grabbed her, threw her up over his shoulder and ran as fast as he could with her on him back to his room and shut the door. Phew. He turned the lights on, and laid her squirming body on the bed. He went back to lock her old room's door, and to get his stuff. He placed the bags onto the floor and sat down to cool off for a moment. He turned the AC on in the room, it was a hot summers night, and the room was quite stuffy. He was going to keep her in the closet for the rest of the cruise, so he might as well make it somewhat comfortable. He laid blankets and pillows on the floor, pillows also lined the wall. The closet wasn't huge, but it wasn't too small either, it looked just right as he laid her down in it. He didn't want her to be kicking the walls with those boots on, so he got into the closet with her, and slid her black dress boots off, her bare feet wiggled around trying to kick at him, he watched as she tried so hard to kick him right in his face, but alas he was just out of reach. Thinking that maybe kicking the walls at all, bare feet or no, was a bad idea. He grabbed his roll of twine, and two pairs of handcuffs.

She had just had her toenails painted red, he could tell as he gripped her feet in his hand while tying her two big toes together with the strands of twine. He then unwrapped some on the rope that held her ankles together and placed one cuff on her left ankle and attached it to the pole that supported the closet's ceiling, then he took the second pair of cold metal cuffs and snapped a cuff around her right ankle and did the same as her other ankle. This would keep her just barely out of reach from the wall. He kissed her on the forehead, shut the light off and said good night as he laid down for some rest.

Will someone rescue Shirley? Why don't you decide :)