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Duct Tape Bondage Stories
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Hello everyone, as I am sure it's not a shock to some people here, I have a thing for Mom/Milf bondage and so on, I have for many years although I can't say for sure when that began. Just something about a pretty Mom bound and gagged and helpless is such a thrill to me and is often on my mind when I have bondage on the mind. So, when I found out my own had her own experience I was VERY intrigued, needles to say. Mom was bound and gagged by her sister. Here's what happened based on what I was told.
A few summers ago Mom went to Florida to visit my aunt for about a week, I didn't go because of work, but I didn't really care at the time. I don't know which night is was but apparently their plan was to go out drinking or something but there was a bad rain storm so they staid in and drank instead. Both of them act pretty bubbly and "goofy" when their tipsy so I guess at some point they started roughhousing and my Aunt grabbed a roll of duct tape and pounced on my Mom. She taped up her ankles and hands, and then her mouth. She was left like that for about 30 minutes ish and my Aunt just gawked at her and teased/tickled her a bit. After awhile she let her go and that was about the end of it. They just kinda hung out for the rest of the night, without incident.
When Mom got back and she told me what happened I was speechless. As far as I know she doesn't know about this side of me and it was stuck in my head for ages after the fact, it was a wild story to hear from her. I was SOO curious and wanted to go deeper but was too chicken because I didn't want her to know. What was really interesting to me was the fact that didn't seem angry about it at all, even after it initially happened. She didn't seem excited when she told me either, but still. I asked if it made her mad and she just kinda shrugged and said, "no not really". Of all the bondage fantasies I've had, the fact that my Mom was bound and gagged has always staid with me since then, and my imagination and internal questions took off. Why did my Aunt do that? Why was Mom tied for that long? Why was she not mad and what does that mean? What would have happened if someone saw or came over? I know it could sound like a lot for a brain but it does make me VERY curious. What do you all think. (I posted this on the old profile and loved chatting with people about it)

WARNING: If you are shocked or offended by stories of girls being kidnapped, bound, gagged, and forced into a strange vehicle to be taken to God-knows-where for an uncertain fate, then DO NOT enter. I wrote these mostly for me and a few like-minded friends. If however you get seriously aroused or just plain enjoy the above-mentioned stuff, then enjoy it and screw the Raging Liberal Thought-Nazis.


Friday, April 25, 1986
Coronado High School, El Paso TX
2:30 pm

43-year-old Marty Reynolds was the janitor at Lincoln high school and had been for five years. He reflected on how fortunate he was to have his job as he changed the light bulbs in one of the side hallways. He had spent ten years in prison for sexual assault and murder. He had submitted a false application and false references including fake discharge papers from the U.S. Air Force. To the school board, he was Lorne Daniels, Technical Sergeant, US Air Force retired. Up on the ladder, he was screwing in the last bulb when the bell rang, sounding the end of the school week. He watched the throng of students, eager to get home and enjoy their weekend.

After five years of working there, he had gotten to know some of the students by their conversations, especially the girls. He knew which students were dealing drugs and what kind, he knew who was having trouble at home, whose parents had a rocky marriage, and who was having sex with who...and what kind.
The Janitor had also set up a kind of home in the long-forgotten steam tunnels under the school. It was more like a kind of lair. With his turbulent past, he mostly kept to himself, although he was friendly to the students and in his off time was more or less a hermit.
He had developed a healthy but concealed dislike for women. He was a remnant of a messy divorce and because of his ex-wife, his twenty-year-old daughter wanted nothing to do with him. This grated heavily at him because there was nothing he could do about it. Women were always getting over, he thought. If they looked good, they could do anything they wanted.

From up on the ladder he saw fifteen-year-old Christina Alvarado lock her books away in her locker. The previous Saturday, Christina had just had her quinceanera, the Latin celebration held on her fifteenth birthday that marked a girl's transition from childhood into becoming an adult. He remembered her talking at length about it. She was short, petite, with very light skin, shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes. Very rare for an Hispanic girl. She wore a coral pink ruffled blouse; skin-tight jeans with zippers where the cuffs closed an inch above her ankles; white ankle socks, and black ballet flats. He admired the way her jeans clung to her perfect ass and the way her breasts bounced with every step when she walked over to her best friend, Staci Waters.
"Hi Staci. What are you doing this weekend?", Christina asked.
"Not much. Catching up on homework. Are you going to Peter's party Saturday night?".
"Isn't that the idiot who lit a fart at his last party and got second degree burns on his ass?", Christina scowled.
"Yep. Sure is".
"I'll pass. Besides, I have a lot to do on the yearbook layout, so I'll probably be here late tonight."
"No rest for the wicked, I guess.", Staci smiled.
"Ummm. That's 'No rest for the weary', you dork.", she chuckled.
"How late are you working?", Staci asked.
"Probably 8:00 or 9:00."
"Damn! Well, come by tomorrow night at 6:00. We'll fix a pizza and watch a couple of movies."
"Okay. It's a deal", Christina said, turning on her heel and walking to the yearbook room. "See ya later."


Friday, April 25, 1986
Coronado High School, El Paso TX
6:17pm

Christina rubbed her eyes as she sat on her stool, trying to figure out the best way to align the text and pictures and what went where. She got up to go to the water fountain and stretch her legs. The hallway was very dim after school hours and she felt a bit apprehensive.
"Maybe I shouldn't have watched that Stephen King movie last night", she mused to herself. She had a very vivid imagination, which was playing tricks on her at the moment. Still, she couldn't help feeling she was being watched. She walked down the gloomy hallway, her shoes tapping a steady rhythm.
Marty watched from a shadowy corner as the pretty girl swept her blonde hair behind her ear and drank deeply. He pulled out a rag and a clear vial of chloroform. He poured the chemical onto the rag, as he heard Christina's approaching footsteps. She quickened her step toward where the light spilled out into the hallway. Suddenly she was pulled backward with something being held over her mouth and nose. Christina tried to struggle but she was being held firm with her arms pinned to her side. Her attacker pulled her up against him. Her legs bicycled in a vain effort to break free from the man's grasp. It wasn't long before the noxious vapors seeped into her brain and she slumped unconscious to the floor.

The janitor wasted no time. He dragged Christina into the cleaning closet and tied her wrists tightly behind her back. He wrapped her slender ankles in rope and tied them tightly together, before stuffing her mouth with a handkerchief and covering it with duct tape. He moved the folding ladder, mop bucket, and coiled water hose in order to open the small door, set low in the wall. He crouched low and dragged his teenage victim up under her shoulders into the tiny opening. Twenty feet further and the passage opened up to a standing height. He went back and secured the door, then slung the girl over his shoulders, carried her down the twisting passageway, and down four flights of steps. He unlocked a door with a key and hauled his ill-gotten prize inside. He sat her on a high-backed chair that was bolted to the floor with her arms behind the back rest. He tied a rope from the rope binding her wrists to one of the chair's support rungs. He did the same with her feet, before winding rope tightly around the chair and her upper body under her breasts.
"There. That'll hold you.", he mused to himself.



Friday, April 25, 1986
Coronado High School, El Paso TX
6:42pm

He went back up to the second floor where the yearbook room was located and got her purse. He pocketed out her wallet and car keys. He pushed in her stool, collected the items used to set the layout and put them back in the supply cabinet, logged her off the computer, turned off the light, and locked the door, leaving no trace of the teenager.
He went out in the parking lot, donned latex gloves, unlocked Christina's 1983 Volkswagen Beetle and drove it carefully through the large desert scrub bushes, until he came to a shallow stream. He turned left and bumped along over the rocks in the streambed. The water came halfway up the hubcaps. He drove into a long, narrow concrete tunnel that ran under the 375 loop that ran around El Paso. He knew from hunting in this area that there was a twenty foot pit that further controlled the flash flood waters when the summer rains came. He put the car into neutral, removed both license plates, squeezed his large and muscular frame out of her car, tossed her purse and car keys into the backseat, and made sure the windows were rolled down about two inches to release any air trapped in the car. He rolled the tiny Volkswagen forward until it sank out of sight. He watched the surge of bubbles until they stopped. Marty figured he could make the two mile walk back to the school in about 40 minutes, which meant he could get back to hostage by around 8:30pm or so.



Friday, April 25, 1986
Coronado High School, El Paso TX
7:52pm

Christina started to wake up and had the vaguest notion of a splitting headache. She tried to clear the cobwebs in her mind away by shaking her head. That only made the headache worse. As the fog slowly lifted from her mind, she wondered what had happened to her. The last thing she remembered was walking back to the yearbook room from the water fountain. She couldn't quite remember the rest. Where was she? How did get here? She tried to move but her arms were immobile, as were her legs. She gradually realized that she was tightly tied up with rope! Trying to scream, she felt something filling her mouth and something covering it. She was gagged! Then she started to remember being grabbed from behind and something being held over her mouth and nose. Christina realized with horror that she had been...kidnapped!
"MMMUUMMMPPHHHH!!", the little girl whimpered as she struggled desperately to get loose from the ropes. It was no use. She wasn't going anywhere. Why had she been abducted and by whom? Tears began to well up in her blue eyes as she wondered if she would ever see her family and friends again. Her muffled screams for help filled the room.



Friday, April 25, 1986
Coronado High School, El Paso TX
8:22pm

Marty looked at his watch as he walked up to his dark blue van. He parked the car on the next street up from the school near an empty lot. He then walked back in the school through the only unlocked door to the school. He went in the dark building and padlocked the door behind him so that anyone checking out the school, will assume nobody is there. He had eradicated all trace of the teenage girl. He went down the stairs to the steam tunnels and unlocked the door to find his quarry awake and frightened. It was an almost palpable and tangible scent, her fear, and he found it intoxicating. The young girl tried to cower away from him, as he locked the door behind them but could barely move.
"Well, look who's awake!", he grinned, pulling a .45 automatic pistol from his waistband and holding it to her temple. "Do you want to live through this, little lady?". She nodded and whimpered, her terror escalating.
"Good. Because if you don't do everything I tell you to do...suffice it to say there's plenty of places out in the desert to bury you.", Marty snarled, as he untied the ropes around her arms and upper body, the rope from her wrist ropes to the support beam under the chair and repositioned his hostage where her arms were no longer over the back of the chair.
"If you kick me or try to resist, you die.". She nodded her understanding, as he untied her ankles.

Slowly, he unfastened the first button on Christina's blouse. Her eyes widened and the first tear made its way down her cheek, as the second and third buttons were undone, exposing more of her smooth tan skin and the barest hint of her white lace bra. When he got to the bottom, he pulled the hem of her blouse out of her jeans and unfastened the last button. The teenager's blouse hung open, revealing the center strap of her bra. He slid Christina's blouse off her shoulders and it fell the rest of the way to her bound wrists, exposing the shoulder straps and cups of her bra.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm! My don't you have some some nice firm tits?".
He flicked out a sharp knife and held it against his young victim's throat. He leaned in close next to her ear.
"I'm going to rape you, Christina. Have you ever had a man's penis inside you?", he drawled. Christina Marie Alvarado sobbed at the question. She had been abducted, drugged, bound, gagged, her blouse opened and now she knew why. She shook her head ever so carefully with the blade at her throat.
"You're a virgin?". She nodded carefully.
"You're not the first girl I've kidnapped and raped, and you won't be my last."

The fifteen-year-old girl began to cry. Being a movie buff, she realized that the fact that Marty wasn't wearing a mask and told her she wouldn't be his last victim, meant that unless she was able to escape, she would never be seen alive again!
Looking up at the ceiling, she clenched her eyes shut, squeezing fresh tears out to slightly smear her mascara. She realized that she forgot to tell her mom and stepdad that she was going to be working late on the yearbook. That being the case, they would have expected her home hours ago! They wouldn't know where to begin looking for their only daughter. They must be really worried about her.
Marty slipped the blade edge up between Christina'a large, firm breasts and with a flick, sliced through the center strap. Using the knife's cold blade, he pushed the cups of her bra to the side, exposing her supple teenage flesh and stiffening nipples. He stood back to admire how she trembled and cried. God how he reveled in his victim's stark terror. She hadn't yet resigned herself to her situation. He hoped she never would. If did, he had clever ways to keep the terror and pain fresh. Even if she never gave in, he resolved, she would know new levels of humiliation and degradation.

Christina was really uncomfortable with the way the janitor was leering at her. Momentarily he came forward, knelt down and ran his hands over her calves, sliding down to her slender bound ankles and cupped the heels of her flats. He slipped them off. He marveled at how smooth and pretty her dainty stocking feet were. He unzipped the tapered cuffs of her jeans and reaching up, he unfastened the button on her waistband with a tug. Ever so slowly, he unzipped her pants while she trembled and sobbed in despair at being stripped of her clothes.
"Lift up.", he demanded. Christina lifted her ass off the chair and he slid her jeans down her legs, revealing her powder blue thong. He untied her ankles and tossed her pants into the dark, dusty corner. He pulled out a camera and took a few pictures of the girl sitting there frightened in just her panties and white ankle socks.
"These are great. Your parents will love these."
"MMURGHMMFFF!!", she screamed into her gag. With his knife he cut through either side of the waistband of her panties. The front fell away, exposing the neatly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair. He grabbed the tattered fabric and yanked it out from under her. He took more pictures before finally untying her ankles.
"Spread your legs, Christina." Remembering his threat of killing her, the frightened teenager parted her legs, exposing the perfect, untouched cleft of her vagina. He took more pictures. She closed her legs after he had photographed her.
"Keep them open. You don't do nothing unless I tell you!", he bellowed. Christina spread her legs again. She closed her eyes as her kidnapper's stepped beside her and behind her, groped her tits, snaked his hand down her quaking belly, and went even lower toward her pleasure garden. She squealed as he slipped his long, thick finger between the outer lips of her vulva and then all the way up inside her pussy. Christina felt ashamed and dirty. As he molested her, he could feel his victim's pussy getting wet and he loved the musky scent of her feminine juices.
"You're going to be my whore, my...slave.", he breathed into her ear. The 15-year-old girl recoiled at those words, even as she felt the exquisite heat of her first orgasm surging through her young body. With her eyes shut and a muffled cry, Christina's entire body tensed and shook, as the rapidly building tingles surged into her first raging climax.
"That's it!", Marty purred. "Cum for me like the whore you are!"

Still shaking from her mind-blowing orgasm, Christina started to calm down.
"You liked it didn't you Christina? That was just my finger. Wait until I slide my cock into your tight little pussy".
The teenage girl's eyes widened in horror at the thought of getting raped. His finger filled every inch of her slit and it had kind of hurt at first. She hoped his dick wasn't much bigger.


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