Tied And Forced

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Artemis took off her sword and armor then massaged her nylon covered legs after a hard day of work. Artemis undid her ponytail and let her hair spread by running her fingers through the pink strands. Knock. Knock. Artemis looked in the mirror. Without her armor, she only had a battle dress and tights. Nothing that would shame the royal families pride if someone saw her. "Come in," Artemis called out. Her bedroom door opened and a servant stood at the door. "My lady," the servant curtsied, "a letter for you." Artemis took the sealed letter from the girl. "Who sent it?" "I got it from the Roc family." The girl replied. Artemis checked the letter for a seal and found a waxed outline of an intimidating bird. "My lady." The girl curtsied and walked away after Artemis closed her door. Artemis broke the wax seal and read the contents of the letter. Knock. Artemis' door opened and in came a younger version of herself wearing a choker. "Letter about the kidnappings?" asked the
This story is a little closer to home because it involves my daughter Amy. Nothing weird or gross happened, I can assure you. This was fairly recent. My daughter, Amy, had just turned 8, something that blew my mind. My little girl was growing up. Luckily, I still have many years ahead of me before I lose her to the world. Anyway, it was a Saturday afternoon. I was working on a project in the garage for my wife when Amy came out to join me. I think Mary, my wife, was at the store. "Hi daddy!" I stopped sawing to turn and smile at her. "Hey pumpkin," I replied. Like my wife, she had very vivid red hair that was beyond curly, and her face was covered in freckles. It was rare to see Amy not smiling, and she seemed to spread that to everyone around her. "Can we play a game?" she asked, bouncing up and down on her feet. I glanced at the bench I was working on, but then shrugged. What was more important? Spending time with my daughter, or working on a bench I could finish later? It was an
This is from a time I spent babysitting for my neighbors. It was back a few years ago, so I was still in high school. The kids I was looking after were a boy and a girl, Jackie and Monson. Jackie was thirteen, maybe fourteen, I can't remember, and Monson was twelve. Their parents were gone over night, so I had to stay the whole day. It wasn't bad though. Jackie thought she was too old to have a babysitter, so she stayed mostly in her room. Monson and I hung out, played some video games, showed him a few basic fighting techniques, and when he got bored, I watched TV. It was an easy gig, but soon became even more entertaining. After lunch, I think I made them Mac an Cheese, the two disappeared downstairs. I started cleaning up the kitchen, which took me about ten, maybe twenty minutes. Once finished, I headed downstairs to see what the kids were up to. Reaching the basement, I froze at the sight that lay before me. Several coils of rope lay on the ground, and Jackie was busy tying her
First over my aunt and I had a decently nice relation being that she was the mother of my two cousins, Erica and Krystal. Her name was Gabriella, everyone in the family called her Gaby or Gab, during the time of the story she was in her early to mid forties.

My aunt is four foot eight, brunette, with a very curvy body. She always liked to dress as though she was still in her late twenties, early thirties, meaning lots of skin is showing. And if she does decide to cover up she'll wear tights and other small stuff to truly define her curves. Now enough of her look let's get down to the story.

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My birthday passed a few weeks back and the only thing I wanted was to tie up a damsel. Not for any nasty business. I was always into tying up the opposite sex. Some may say it is too domineering or tying myself a damsel is degrading to the feminine gender. Maybe it is. If you think deep about it. To me though, I never thought tying up a girl was degrading I only thought it was something fun to do when I was little. Now that I am going through puberty, I try not to think about it. I only know what I like, and I am a man lead by my desires. So, when my younger sister started maturing as she entered high school I took note. Mind you, I never took note in the wrong way. I just thought my sister is growing to become a fine young lady.
It started one day when we sat in her room reminiscing about our past. She brought up the past tie-up games. When we were children playing with the neighborhood kids. She reminded me of how I would always tie up the girls in all sorts of ways.
I don't know why, but that pushed a button. I wasn't going to let it show though.
"That is the past." I said, "today is the present."
"Yeah even though you tried so hard in the end you could never keep me tied up," she smiled.
"Bondage," I replied. "I could never keep you in bondage."
I could see the question mark forming above her head. She was still so young, barely in high school and she still knew so little. Maybe I should teach her how much I have improved since then.
After my thoughts, I called out to her. "Haya, how about you..." I stopped, I was having second thoughts.
My mind retreated to think some more. I cannot possibly tie her up. She is my little sister. When I see a girl tied up I get stimulated and immediately have indecent thoughts. She is family. I can't do that to her.
We talked for a bit more. Our relationship was always close, because we had to team up as kids to face others. We stuck together and I am glad we were still close.
A few days later. Haya came to my room in an outfit I would never forget. She wore a white lacey dress and her long legs were clad in white tights. It was the same outfit from church a few days ago. The look of tights on a girls legs always got me stimulated. She wanted to talk about something, but my eyes are focused on her legs and my mind is thinking of ways to con her into being tied up. Wait I shouldn't tie her up. If I don't do it now when will I? This is the perfect chance. No she is my sister. She is a human being and she has a right to say no. Ask her about playing the old tie up game. Actually that sounds too childish. Just don't over think this and...
"Brother?" Haya called out to me, "are you listening?"
"Uhh yeah, you were talking about school." I paused, "I think."
"Not even close," she said, "also look at my eyes when we have a conversation."
"Yeah sure." I thought, might as well try . Looking at her eyes I asked. "Do you want to be tied up?"
Dang. That was too direct. Whatever go with it. "You know, like the games we played as kids."
"You mean the one where you tied me up?" She asked.
"Yeah. I tie you up and..." Hold it what did I do after I tied the girls? I guess watch them escape or let them struggle while hanging out with the guys.
"If it is not today then I probably won't ever tie you again." I said as my face felt hot.
"Sorry, I just don't want to be tied." She said, then she turned and left the room.
I watched as her knee length dress swished and went through my door. Her white nylon legs and feet took steps out of my room and I heard her go back to hers. My last hope ended with her closing her door. Or did it. There is no one else home right now. I could, perhaps ask her again.
Making up my mind I grabbed some cotton rope. The ones I used back in my elementary days of tying up the neighborhood girls. Then I went to her room.
Closing the door behind me, Haya didn't looked up from her Mac book. She sat on the opposite side of the room. Her back against her bed frame and the Mac placed atop her lap. Her dirty white feet pointed towards me as she continued with whatever she was doing on her Mac.
"Still want to tie me up?" She said simply.
"Yes," I said, "I want to tie you up."
The light on her face paused before distorting with different colors. I assume she is scrolling through some website.
"As I told you before I don't want to be tied up."
"That is okay." I said trying to calm my emotions "A bit disappointing. I remember you asking me to always tie you up when you were younger."
"That is because you seemed happy when you tied someone up." She said. Still not looking at me.
"So you wanted to make me happy?" I asked.
"It is the past." She said, "presently I don't want to be tied up."
"Cool." I shrugged, letting my inner turmoil run wild, "you're not supposed to want to be tied."
Haya paused then realization dawned on her. She put her Mac aside while I pulled rope out of my pocket. We stared at each other before making a move. She tried to run past me and out through the door. Not on my watch. She squealed as I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her into the air before dumping her on the bed. She turned on the bed and tried to get away from me. Bad choice. Never show your back to an opponent. I grabbed at her pure white feet. More squealing came from her as I dragged her towards me. Her nylon clad ankles felt amazing. The feeling of flesh covered in nylon is always divine. Holding both her ankles in one hand I started tying them together. Haya started kicking and when that didn't work she got on her knees to push me away. I put her ankles above my head then turn around so her waist is on top of my shoulder while her legs are in front of me. Ignoring the stimulation that comes from feeling her legs clad in tights against my skin. I bind her ankles together before cinching them. I do this in under a minute. Good thing too as Haya figured out she has long nails and now knows where to put them. I throw her legs off me. She quickly tries to untie her ankles.
I push her down and flip her onto her belly. Straddling her back I take both her arms. I place my legs under her armpits and above her head. Crossing my ankles together I hold her arms in a joint lock with my legs. Her head is stuffed into her mattress from the weight of my feet on her head. She mumbles something, but I am too focused to hear it. I take her arms and wrists into my hands and tie them together. First I tie her elbows. Then her wrists which was hard considering she loves scratching and holding onto any loose rope to stall her inevitable predicament. Using generous amounts of rope for both I also cinch them. Elbow ropes are tricky because they can slip off and cause damage if the damsel is not flexible. Haya is somewhat flexible so I don't make her elbows touch. Instead I take more rope and tie it around her elbow rope. I then take that rope and go under her armpit, behind her neck, under her other armpit, and back to her elbow rope. Now the elbow rope won't slip downward. I take more rope and connect her wrists to her elbows. Now there won't be any slippage at all. The only way to escape from this is to push off the rope atop her shoulders, before working on the other rope, but I doubt she knows that.
Now I step off my little sister to admire my rope work as well as her almost fully developed curves.
Haya grunts, "I hope you had your fun."
She struggles in her bonds while I mover all her papers and other items from her bed to her desk. When done I take a moment to admire her figure squirming around on her bed. Her legs look amazing. The porcelain white tights stretches to reveal tan skin with each struggle.
"Like what you see?" She asked while glaring.
Soon she stops and shows signs of defeat.
"How long do I have to stay like this?" She asked.
I don't answer. Instead I run to restock on rope. When I get back. I see Haya halfway to grabbing some scissors from her desk. I silently approach her and take the scissors away while she squeals in surprise. I then push her back onto the bed tie her wrists to her waist. I then tie her legs together a bit above her knees before flipping her onto her belly and putting her in a hogtie by connecting her ankles to her wrists.
"Aren't you going to say something?" She asks.
I contemplate what to say while the steam in my head clears. Taking control of my emotions again I begin to touch her nylon feet.
"You look really good tied up like this." I said tracing my finger along her dirty white foots sole. She spasms and tries to kick me before realizing she can't. Instead she moves her foot away from me.
She remains silent as I chase after her feet. Finally grabbing her white as snow ankles, I begin tickling her.
Between spasms she said, "how long do I have to stay tied like this."
I stop and let go of her ankles before asking a question. "Do you not like this?"
She tries to look at me. Since I am close to her feet she has to roll onto her side. Her hands pinned behind her back. Her feet forced into an arch. And finally her skirt hiked up enough for me to see her white thighs.
"I don't particularly mind." She said.
"In that case I will keep you until I can get you to say uncle." I said.
"Okay. But what if I say uncle right now?" She asked.
"Un.." She started and I interrupted.
"I will release you from this tie and tie you up another way." I smiled.
She glared. "This is going to be a long day."
"Come on, you're enjoying this as much as I am." I said.
"The world will never know." She said before submitting to her fate.

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A young woman was gang-raped by five men for three hours in front of her husband when they were travelling in northern India.

The 20-year-old was dragged into a ravine after the pair, who had been riding on a motorbike, was stopped by the group of alleged rapists in Alway, Rajasthan on April 26.

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The 20-year-old was dragged into a ravine after the pair, who had been riding on a motorbike, was stopped by the group of alleged rapists in Alway, Rajasthan on April 26.

The group allegedly stripped off the husband's clothes and forced him to watch his wife being raped as they filmed the three-hour attack.

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