## Captured

Post by putasockinit2 » Sun Oct 25, 2015 6:14 pm

Emma returned from her run in a much sweatier and tired fashion than when she had left her house. Her large boobs were contained, just about, in a pink lycra sports bra whilst a pair of black lycra running shorts clung to her round ass. As soon as she was in, the beautiful red head stripped off and entered the shower, desperate to freshen up before she chilled out for the night. However as she returned to her bedroom in the large house afterwards, her original plans were about to change.
As she leaned over her bed to finish making it after failing to do it this morning she was alarmed to hear the click of a gun by the side of her head.
“Don’t fucking move. Do exactly as I say or I won’t hesitate to use this.” The male voice whispered as she froze in her position, bent over the bed in an uncomfortable position.
“Put this on. Don’t talk, do!” the man replied, as she grabbed the outfit that had been thrown on the bed and stood up straight, immediately putting it on without the slightest resistance. It wasn’t long before a shiny silver catsuit covered her body completely and tightly from the tips of her toes to her neck. Her arms were also covered and there was also what appeared to be a hood on the front as she straightened out the revealing material against her skin. Comfortable as she could be in the catsuit she then put on the matching high heeled shoes before she stood still in front of her captor. Still she had not turned around both through fear and excitement.
With her body covered in shiny latex, Emma was suddenly alarmed to find her wrists pulled behind her and secured together tightly with a length of rope. She had never worn an outfit like this before and had only experimented with bondage so the new sensations she was experiencing were unfamiliar to her. Part of her still remained excited although she couldn’t quite narrow down just what in this situation had produced such deep feelings of excitement and even arousal in her. Maybe it was the sudden uncontrollable loss of power, maybe it was the bondage she was about to experience…something was stimulating her and she didn’t wish it to stop.
Her elbows were tied next before a breast harness pinned her arms to her back. A further rope around her forearms and her stomach followed, alerting her that this wasn’t just a simple break in. Her mind began to rule certain reasons out as her body was increasingly restrained. To take this much care and attention meant that she was possibly going to be taken somewhere. A robber would have more likely used tape as it is quicker and wouldn’t have fussed over her outfit. Maybe she was being taken somewhere…but where?
Her thoughts were interrupted slightly when a rope was tied around her middle and through her legs, forming a tight crotch rope before she was forced face down on her own bed. Her ankles were tied together with a strand of rope even securing her high heeled shoes as she became increasingly puzzled with the reason behind all this effort. Ropes around her lower knees, upper knees and two around her thighs finished off her legs as she tested her bonds. She was completely helpless and still unsure who was behind this.
“Open wide” the voice instructed as she complied more out of curiosity than common sense before a pair of her clean underwear was forced into her mouth, filling it effectively as a roll of white vet wrap was wrapped from her neck around her mouth and around her eyes, leaving just her nose and the top of her head free as she began to struggle slightly on the bed in front of him.
This vastly undiscovered part of her was impressed with his rope skills as she heard him whisper in her ear teasingly “Finally.”
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