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Girls In Bondage Stories
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Melanie Thompson was calmly sitting on her couch watching TV. They were casting Bound, by Gina Gherson and Jennifer Tilly, and she was struck by the scene in which the first one is tied up to the radiator. Melanie was a 45-year-old woman, although very good-looking. Her brown hair fell gently over her face, and her emerald eyes continued to cause many men's delirium. However, the only man Melanie wanted to make delusional was her husband, Tom, who was away on business. Suddenly, Melanie heard a sound coming from the kitchen. She thought it might be her daughter Sophia, but immediately dismissed it, since she had been in her room all morning, and would have seen her if she had come downstairs. She got up and went to the kitchen to check the source of the sound, but found no one. Suddenly, a gloved hand flied over her mouth. She wanted to scream, but it was useless. - Shtttt ... I want you to be very quiet. - A female voice warned. - As long as you do what I say, nothing will happen
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Grabbing her luggage Kayla stepped outside and took a deep breath of that sweet England air. Thankfully, Hazeldale had a fairly similar climate, so it didn't feel that different from home. She was used to the clouds and the rain. The weather was supposed to be pretty good for her trip. Today was the only gloomy day in the forecast, but the rest of the time it was hopefully going to be dece

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Let me start of the story by explaining my self. My name is Michael and I live in my own apartment in New York, but at the time of this story I lived in a wealthy suburb of Chicago. When I say wealthy, I mean everyone has a bug, expensive house, a nice car, and lots of toys to go along with it. This story takes place when I was in middle school. I was part of a friend group with lots of people. My good friend Shawn's parents were always out of town on business. Shawn is the youngest of 5 children in his family. His older sibling would stay home and watch him and make sure he didn't get into too much trouble. One day Sean and I were hanging out at my one friends house playing video games like we usually did. The friends house we were at had some crazy parents though. They were always fighting. We could here them arguing from across the house. It was so irritating so we decided to leave with all of our friends. Once we left we began to discuss what we would do now. Shawn said that no one was at his house but he wasn't allowed to go their with out his older sister their, who had stuff planned all day. We decided that we would go their and chill and leave right before his sister got home. We arrived at his house and immediately went into his basement where his flat screen tv and video game console were set up. Their was 5 of us down their just playing video games for a little while. Eventually, I had to go to the bathroom. Shawn told me to go use the bathroom in his room in case I made a mess or something like that. Like I was explaining earlier, the houses in our area were not small. I had to walk across his massive house. And as I was nearing his room I heard music and it kind of freaked me out a little bit because no one was supposed to be their. I hesitated for a second and the continued on slowly to see where this music was coming from. I finally reached the room where the source of the music was. The door was wide open. I slowly peaked into the room and saw his sister on the bed. Now before I continue, let me just explain to you Shawn's sister. Her name was Emma and she had recently graduated high school and was going to college in a few months. She was a varsity athlete on the girls Volley ball team. Shes about 5'6 and skinny but now too skinny. I've talked to Emma before, she has a nice and easy going personality. I don't want to get too much into physical detail but she has a somewhat fat ass and nice pair of boobs. She has brown eyes and brown hair. Anyways, as I turned corner into her room, all i saw was her bare belly. She was only in her underwear. At first I was a little startled. But I quietly made my way in. As I walked around the bed she was on, I analyzed her bondage. She had one of those mask ball gag things on so she couldn't see anything. Also the ball gag in her mouth was massive. She probably couldn't even make any noise is she wanted too in that thing. She had belts tightly rapped around her thighs down to her lower legs and had a pair of cuffs on her ankles. Another pair of handcuffs connected her elbows, and another pair on her wrists. She then finished off the hogtie with a final pair of handcuffs. In addition to all of that, Emma had also connected a chain and connected it to the back of her bondage mask and her ankles cuffs and tightened it so her head was stuck looking up. As I slowly crept around the bed, I spotted the key that Emma planted in order to make her escape. And like the bastard I am, I snatched the key. This turned me on so much. I'm sure you can imagine how I felt. Me, a sixth grader in middle school, had a senior in high school, varsity Volly ball player tied up in her underwear completely at my mercy. The only possible way for her to get freedom was if I decided that she could have the key. But until then, I owned her. I eventually made my way back downstairs, with the key still with me off course. I played a few rounds of the game we were playing, although I was thinking more about my bound slave rather than the game. I kept thinking about how I should probably go give the key back but i was too turned on to do that. After about 3 hours of playing video games straight i went back up stairs to my captive. When I got up their, I found Emma wiggling around ferociously, looking for the key. Her wiggling around was definitely the hottest thing. She was wiggling so much but barely moving at allI didn't know how long she had been trying to escape either. For all I know, she could have been trying since i took the key and left. I analyzed her body a little bit longer before putting the key back in a place that she would eventually find it. I walked down stairs and we left. Shawn was hurrying us out because he didn't want us to be their when his sister got home. Every time I think back to that it turns me on. I had poor Emma bound for so long.

The summer was coming to an end. Their was about a month left of school. I soon would begin my 8th grade year. It was sort of depressing as I knew I wouldn't have the same freedom I had in the summer. At this point in my, life I lived in a wealthy suburb of Chicago. My parents were very rich and had a big house.

My parents would soon be leaving on their end of the summer vacation to Las Vegas for two weeks. This unfortunately meant that for all this time, I would have a babysitter. It wasn't all that bad though. My babysitter, Rachel, was very good at entertaining me. She would babysit me every day that both my parents worked and would leave
Brooke held her phone to her ear, nodding and agreeing with the person on the other line.

"Alright Mrs. Miles, 3 o'clock 'till 8 on Saturday? Okay. I'll see you then!"

Brooke hung up on Martha Miles, as she sat down on her bed. She'd just gotten a call from Martha, asking her to babysit her three children, Thomas, at the age of seven, Kate, who was ten, and Tilly, who was twelve. The seventeen-year-old girl thought she'd struck a goldmine, as Mrs. Miles was paying twenty-five dollars an hour, and she was babysitting for five hours, giving her a total of one-hundred and twenty-five dollars by the end of the day. Brooke grinned, as she texted
„Urrm, I’m not sure whether that’s a very good idea…“ “What’s wrong Sarah?” Claire asked while waving the coil of white rope in her hand, “Do you fear you might enjoy it?” she added with a smirk. “No, of curse that’s not it!” Sarah answered indignantly, “I’m just not comfortable with the idea of being all tied up!”

It was one of those rainy afternoons where you just couldn’t go outside of the house. And just at such days Claire had some of her “great” ideas. A few minutes ago she had arrived at Sarah’s home, wearing her favourite outfit, a com
  Once again, Annie woke up to the sound of mmphing from beside the bed. She peeked over the edge to find Amanda awake and squirming.
  "Want freedom" Annie asked while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
  Amanda was enjoying herself too much, so she shook her head.
  "Fine, but keep it down. It's not even 10am yet, and I prefer to sleep on a while on Sundays."
  Amanda understood and quieted down. She could soon make out that her friend was sleeping again.
  "I might as well get some sleep of my own" Amanda thought, making  herself comfortable.
  A few hour
This is my first experience with bondage and one of my favorites.
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i totaly would have done sooo much more with her and played with her :)

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 d
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