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It was a pleasant night as JunJitsu coasted down the street in her motorcycle. The streets had been quiet lately, as her routine patrols had allowed her to clean this neighborhood of most of the muggers and dealers. If it continued to stay quiet, she might start working on a different block.

As she rounded a corner, she quickly brought her bike to a halt. Five men were helping a semi-conscious woman into a dark-colored van. If nothing else, this activity was suspicious-looking, and JunJitsu determined it needed further investigation. Besides, if she were to launch into action now, chances were the woman would be hurt or killed in the process.

She followed the van at a safe distance, and since she was wearing riding leathers and a helmet, there shouldn’t have been any indication a superheroine was tailing them. The van passed up the sign pointing toward the hospital, so obviously they weren’t seeking any kind of medical attention for the woman, meaning it was most likely a kidnapping.

How typical, JunJitsu thought to herself as the van backed up to the doorway of an unmarked warehouse. From a distance, JunJitsu watched as the men led the woman, now with her wrists bound behind her back and gagged, into the warehouse.

JunJitsu hid her bike behind a dumpster and removed the leathers and helmet. She silently dashed over to the warehouse and quickly found a broken window. Like a cat, she slinked in through the opening and made her way over to a lighted area near the doorway where the kidnappers entered.

The kidnappers were putting the finishing touches on tying the woman securely to a wooden chair. When they were finished, one of the thugs began unbuttoning the woman’s blouse, despite the woman’s feeble attempts at protesting through her gag.

Seeing enough, JunJitsu stepped out of the shadows, and in a loud, firm voice said, “I think you boys can stop right there!”

Startled, the men looked up. “JunJitsu?” one of the men exclaimed. “What the hell is she doing here?”

“Foiling this kidnapping attempt before it even gets started,” replied JunJitsu.

One of the men stepped forward, “I think there’s a misunderstanding here. We’re just…”

Advancing toward the group, JunJitsu interrupted, “You’re just going to jail is what’s going to happen!”

Before the men could react, JunJitsu knocked the first one down with a rapid spin kick to the abdomen. A swift punch to the jaw knocked down the second one.

The third man, a giant nearly seven feet tall, stepped into JunJitsu’s path. JunJitsu fired a kick into his side, but the man absorbed the shot as if a child had thrown it and with a speed defying his size, grabbed JunJitsu’s leg with his hand.

Off-balance, and taken aback by the man’s quickness, she wasn’t able to prevent the fourth man from grabbing her left arm, while the fifth grabbed her right. The first man, who had recovered some of the wind JunJitsu knocked out of him came up from behind and clamped a rag over JunJitsu’s nose and mouth. The sickly-sweet vapors soon knocked JunJitsu unconscious.

When JunJitsu came to, she was freezing. The kidnappers had laid her stomach-down on the floor and moved the woman’s chair so that the horizontal crosspieces on the legs pressed firmly against her lower back and upper thighs. Her elbows were bound tightly together, and so were her wrists, which were also tied to the front crosspiece of the chair. She had also been bound at the knees and ankles, the latter of which were apparently tied to the back of the chair, meaning she was in a variation of a hogtie. The ballgag wasn’t helping matters much, either, as her jaw was quickly getting sore and she was drooling everywhere.

Tugging with her arms, JunJitsu quickly discovered that this was a well-made, heavy-duty chair made out of solid oak. No way would she be able to break the chair to free herself. She twisted around the best she could to see if the woman could be any help.

To her dismay, JunJitsu saw the woman wasn’t likely to be going anywhere either. The woman’s legs were pulled back and each ankle tied to the corresponding rear leg of the chair. Ropes around her thighs, waist, and chest further ensured she stayed put. The crooks also suspended her hands from an overhead beam, probably just to make sure she wouldn’t be able to help JunJitsu escape. Strips of tape covered her mouth, and the woman looked back at JunJitsu with a helpless stare.

No, the woman wasn’t going to be any help at all. JunJitsu quickly assessed the situation. The kidnappers were nowhere in sight, and were probably off delivering their demands to whomever this woman was significant to. So now was probably the best time to try an escape.

The way she was tied, her legs were all but useless, so she needed to get her arms free somehow. With her elbows bound together, her mobility was greatly restricted, but with her near-superhuman agility, she was able to get enough motion to get her fingers near the knots.

After about fifteen minutes of tiresome manipulation, she managed to undo the knot holding her wrists to the crosspiece. Another ten minutes, and her wrists were completely free. However, now came the tricky part. Her elbows were still bound, and she was pinned under both the woman and the chair. First things were first, though, and she managed to reach up high enough to hook the ballgag strap, and while pushing with her tongue, dislodged the gag, rolled it down her chin, and was finally able to speak again.

“Don’t worry, miss,” she said, trying to sound confident, “I’ll have us free in no time at all.”

The woman started shaking her head, as if she didn’t believe JunJitsu.

“No, really,” assured JunJitsu, “I’ve gotten out of tighter predicaments than this, and we’ll both be free in a…”

“She was right, you know,” interrupted a male voice, as JunJitsu saw two new men stepped into the room.

My God, she thought, seven of them?

The bigger of the two men kneeled down next to JunJitsu and placing one knee across the back of her head, grabbed her flailing wrists, and began tying them back together. “Let’s get her out from under there, and into something a little stricter,” he said, finishing the double knots.

The smaller man untied the knot holding JunJitsu’s legs to the back of the chair. Then he picked up the chair while the bigger man pulled JunJitsu out from under it, receiving a nervous squeal from the woman.

“Now, what do we do with you?” mused the big man, considering his options.

“You’d let me go, if you knew what was good for you,” muttered JunJitsu defiantly. “Once I get free, I’m gonna… mmph!”

The man shoving a rag into her mouth, then sealing it in with several strips of duct tape, interrupted JunJitsu’s threat.

“Much better,” he commented, “Now what was I thinking? Ah-hah! I got just the thing!”

Rolling JunJitsu on her stomach, the man tied a somewhat loose rope between JunJitsu’s wrists and her ankles. Turning her onto her back, he tied a rope to the one binding her knees. He wrapped the rope around the back of her neck and back to her knees. As he tightened the rope, JunJitsu was pulled into a tight ball. Lifting JunJitsu into a sitting position, he wrapped several more ropes around her legs and torso, further cinching the ball tie.

The man stood up to admire his rope work, smiling at JunJitsu’s attempt to maintain her balance and keep from falling over. Smiling, he said, “Poor thing, you know if you fall over, you’ll be completely helpless, don’t you?”

Taking a rather long piece of rope, the man threw one end over a rafter. He then tied one end to JunJitsu’s wrist ropes and the other to her knees. Seeing that she could only rock slightly now in either direction, he smiled, “Better?”

JunJitsu shot an icy glare that practically lowered the temperature in the room.

“Ow!” mocked the man, “Someone is definitely not happy!” As he and the other man went to leave, he stopped for a second and looked back, “By the way, we’ve got cameras all over the place in here, so if you manage to get free again, we’ll be right back in to tie you up even tighter each and every time!”

JunJitsu’s eyes widened. So that was how they knew she had almost gotten free. If she were going to try again, she’d have to make sure she was almost completely free before giving any indication she might be loose. What the thugs didn’t know was that she’d flexed every muscle in her body when they were retying her, so she would be able to get free that much quicker. However, the sheer number of ropes on her body was going to be a problem.

Within a few minutes, JunJitsu had her wrists free. Again, the elbows were going to be the tricky part, so she began working on the ropes circling her shins and torso.

JunJitsu was interrupted by a delighted squeal from the woman. JunJitsu looked over and saw the woman had somehow managed to slip her wrists out of the overhead ropes and was now untying herself.

No, not yet! JunJitsu thought. At least take your gag off and scream for help or something!

As promised, the two men burst back into the room, and grabbed the woman’s arms. The smaller one glanced over and saw the pile of ropes behind JunJitsu.

“Shit,” he cursed, “she’s almost free, too!”

“Knock her out,” said the big man. “I’ve got something in mind to keep both of them secure.”

With her elbows still bound, JunJitsu wasn’t able to put up any defense as the smaller man clamped a damp rag over her face. Only able to breath through her nose due to the tape over her mouth, JunJitsu quickly went under.

This time, JunJitsu was covered in sweat as she woke up. She was greeted by the wide-eyed stare of the woman, and a sharp pain in her shoulders.

A quick assessment revealed she had been bound ankle to armpit to a pole. Her arms were bound at the wrists and elbows behind the pole, then her wrists pulled up to nearly a one o’clock position and secured to a rafter. The woman had basically been forced to hug JunJitsu, while her wrists were bound behind the pole. Many ropes encircled her body as well, further restraining JunJitsu against any kind of movement. Matching rubber bit gags pulled against the sides of their mouths. The final insult came when JunJitsu realized the men had removed both of their tops, and they were mashed breast-to-breast against each other. To make matters worse, the woman was a serious drooler.

JunJitsu had to give the thugs credit, they apparently knew that the raised-arms-behind-the-back position was the absolute bane of any escape artist, and since she had been unconscious, she was completely relaxed when they tied her, leaving absolutely no slack in any of the ropes.

After an hour or so, all seven men entered the room. JunJitsu wondered if the ransom had been paid, and if so, what were they going to do to her?

“Well, Miss Gilbert, you’re time’s up,” said the apparent leader of the group. “Of course, if you want to pay for additional time, we can arrange that.”

The woman shook her head no, and the kidnappers began untying her. Once she was free, one of the men asked, “What about JunJitsu?”

“Let her hands down and take off her gag, but leave her otherwise tied up until we can explain fully,” he said.

As her hands were lowered and the gag removed, JunJitsu angrily said, “What the hell is all this?”

“The seven of us are members of an international organization called La Société d’Enlèvement,” the man explained. “That loosely translates to ‘The Kidnapping Society’. What we do is stage mock, but relatively authentic, kidnappings for clients who want the rush of an extreme sport, but not the risk. Miss Gilbert here paid for a four-hour kidnapping session, and that’s what was really happening.”

JunJitsu looked over at Miss Gilbert, “Is this true?”

Miss Gilbert nodded. “In fact, this is the third time I’ve been ‘kidnapped’ by them. Let me tell you, this time was the absolute best so far, and I guess I have you to thank, JunJitsu.”

Looking back at the men, JunJitsu said, “You know, you could have said this was just a game. Why the hell did you have to put me through all this?”

“We tried to explain ourselves, but someone decided to hit first and ask questions later,” the man replied accusingly.

JunJitsu bowed her head sheepishly. She had acted purely on impulse and supposition. “You’re right, I apologize,” she said.

“No harm done, I suppose,” said the man. “Although, there is the matter of the bill…”

“Bill?” asked JunJitsu, her eyebrows rising.

“Yes. Normally, for a double kidnapping, we charge seventy-five dollars an hour for each man, plus an overhead of one hundred dollars per hour. Miss Gilbert had already paid us the one-person rate, which deducts about half of the bill. However, you also dealt Robert and Paul here some injuries that required medical attention. By my calculations, you owe us about nine hundred dollars.”

“You’ve got to be kidding!” exclaimed JunJitsu. “I didn’t want to be kidnapped and held, so I’m not paying you anything!”

“Hmm,” muttered the man, “that is unfortunate. While we could sue you for assault, and probably win, that would attract undue attention to the club. What we could do… is just write off the amount as a no-rescue refund.”

“No-rescue refund?” asked JunJitsu. “What’s that?”

“What that means,” explained the man, “is that we’re going to re-tie and re-gag you and just leave you here to free yourself. Gentlemen?”

“Wait! You can’t… ggglll!” JunJitsu’s pleas were ignored as the bit gag was strapped back onto her head and her arms pulled back up into the uncomfortable position.

As the group walked out of the warehouse, Miss Gilbert asked, “Are you really going to just leave her there?”

“We’ll call the police from a pay phone in a few hours and let them know where she is. I just want to teach her a lesson about getting her facts straight before she goes around beating people up for no reason.”

Miss Gilbert nodded, “Okay, I just wanted to check. So, are we still on for next month?”

An hour later, JunJitsu was still just as stuck as the moment the group left. So much for a quiet night, she thought.

The End