Conventional ties (F/FF

Postby Captive-or-Captor » Tue Mar 10, 2015 5:58 pm

WRITERS NOTE:

I just wanted put something up first before posting letting everyone know what they might be getting into first. This is going be much more rough then my last two stories! I already shared it with someone who also writes for these boards, he said that it should be fine. I finally decided to post this four part story here. I anxious to hear what everyone thinks. If it's too much please don't shy to say so. If this is a kinda story you'd like to see from me, then I'd be glad to do so. So please be vocal.

Re: Conventional ties (F/FF

Postby Captive-or-Captor » Tue Mar 10, 2015 5:59 pm

CONVENTIONAL TIES:
CHAPTER ONE

Awaken in darkness Heather’s body ached in pain! Frighten by the black she tries to respond but quickly learns it’s not just the shadows binding her. Heather’s heart starts to wildly race, pounding against her chest as she tries to move her hands and feet. They were met only with the sharp bite of a series of coils grabbing a hold of her. With each pull the terrified Heather made, the ropes pulled back tighter sending a wave of strange pleasure through out her body, she could feel it pleasure all the way to her breast and sex. Panic flooded over Heather as she tried scream for help, but ended up screaming in pain as the skin around her lips pulled hard from the glue of the tape sealing her mouth shut.

Several moments had past, Heather screamed and thrashed during every second of them. By this point however the poor girl began to tire out. Her heart pounding in her breast from both terror and exhaustion. Heather struggled to catch her breath through her gag. As she inhaled deeply through her nose, Heather’s thoughts began to slow down and started to process her situation. She knew that her hands where pulled behind her, bound at the wrist with a course rope, as well as her ankles. Now that she had settled from her fight against her bindings, Heather was also able to feel the ropes gripping more of her body. She knew that a group of coils squeezed at her knees pinning them together. The most violating was whatever was groping Heather’s breast. She suspected that it was another set of ropes wrapped tightly around and between her cleavage. Every time she shifted her body, the rope’s hold squeezed harder sending that unwanted wave of extreme pleasure

While Heather now had a slightly better understanding of how she was trapped standing up right, she still was unclear on the how. She remembered excitedly rushing into the convention hall room. Then she remembered being asked to do an interview on her Batgirl costume. Then as the thought of Heather’s cosplay, it felt like she was still wearing it. Her hair pinched to the left from the hole in her mask. Her belt weighing heavy on her wide hips, and the smooth velvet touch of her spandex gently hugging all of Heather’s curvy features.

So Heather must of been kidnapped sometime before or after the interview. Heather’s heart dropped at that thought. It had finally dawned onto her that she had been kidnapped. Her eyes started to burn as tears began to build. Why would they kidnap her? Do they want her for ransom, do they want to rape her? RAPE!

Panic started to fill Heather’s Heart again the tears started rushing down her cheeks. Heather’s mind flooded with the idea of being raped and it made sense. Being left in her sensual cosplay, an outfit that once made her feel empowered now made her feel incredibly exposed. Having a multitude of ropes groping her every curve. This definably sounded like some sicko’s comic fantasy come to life. Heather’s mind went to dark places. Places that shook her. Taking her to a place of what this sick person would do to her. It terrified her.

Heather’s body quivered with each dark thought. The things her body was making her feel confused and frightened her. These were sensations of pleasure and joy. Things that made her feel good and excited, but instead those same feelings made her scared and made her want to run. Heather screamed in frustration. The tape pulling on her mouth. As she tried to pull away from the ropes once more only to feel the confusing pleasure that came with being held tightly in place, pinned to some kinda pillar.

Just as Heather was about to lose her calm, the sound of a heavy door groaned open fallowed by the clatter of soft heel boots. Heather whimpered into her slick, sticky gag. The foot steps sounded quick and shuffled as if they were in a hurry. The sounds pause and were fallowed by a gentle touch that graced the side of her face. As the touch moved away so did the darkness. Heather was blinded by the sudden intake of light. Once her vision came back to Heather saw standing in front of her was a slender but very curved blonde dressed in a retro style Mighty Morphin Power Ranger cosplay. It took a second but… she did!

Heather’s heart skipped a beat with joy once she recognized the ranger cosplayed as the girl who wanted to interview her. She must of escaped her captors and come back for Heather. The pink ranger brought her index to her mouth signaling for Heather to be quiet. The newly hopeful Heather nodded her head with excitement. The ranger reached out to Heather’s gag and slowly started to peel the tape off. The gag pulled and tore at Heather’s skin sending shooting pains throughout. Once the tape was gone Heather’s mouth still felt trapped. Thats when her cosplay savior reached for her mouth and slid a large wad of cloth out from behind Heather’s tender lips. Heather hadn’t realized that there was something else that was gagging her as well. However it did make sense since she felt like she was choking every time she tried screaming for help.

“Than-!!!” Heather wasn’t even able to finish her sentence. The pink ranger that had freed her from her invasive gag firmly grabbed her by the back of the head and violently locked her lips with Heather’s.

Heather’s eyes went wide with confusion. Her mind rushing with a million thoughts. Wondering what was happing to her, WHY was this happening to her? Heather’s skin started to crawl as she felt the ranger’s tongue slide it’s way into her mouth. She felt it move around past her lips playing with HER tongue. She hated the feeling and wished to have the cloth shoved back into her mouth instead.

The ranger parts lips with Heather. Heather’s lips trembled in horror as the ranger’s curled into a seductive smile. They stared at each other for a time Heather couldn’t tell. She just stared at this girl dressed in pink. The pink hugged her body just as tightly as Heather’s spandex, revealing all her incredible curves.

With out warning a sudden shock of euphoria shook Heather, sending body into spasms. Heather wasn’t paying attention to notice the blonde ranger reaching for her sex. Without notice she quickly pressed her fingers hard on Heather’s already swollen and wet self. Heather opened her mouth wide to let out a scream of horror and confused pleasure. However before the scream was made, Heather felt the ranger’s gloved hand tightly grab ahold of her mouth drastically muffling her cries.

The ranger’s fingers twisted around in Heather’s growingly wet sex, sending a sensation she had never experienced before. Heather’s body was pulsing like never before in her life. The ropes that raped her body all over preventing any movement at all. Each pull the ropes made against Heather’s body it added to the shook of unwanted euphoria.
“I can only imagine what’s going on in that sweet lil’ of mind of yours” The ranger’s fingers parted ways with heather’s sex now dripping with her pleasure. However her other hand stayed firmly over Heather’s trembling lips.

“And don’t you worry we haven’t even started yet!” The ranger said with her forced Australian accent trying to sound like Kat, the second pink ranger.

The wanna be Kat reached behind her and revealed a object that was foreign to Heather. It was a long black leather strap with buckles but in center of it was a bright red rubber ball. Heather had no idea what it was or what it was for but it made her very uneasy.

Heather had a feeling that “Kat” had been doing this for some time, because in one swift, flawless motion she had grabbed Heather by the hair poking out of her mask and pulled hard. With her mouth now free Heather yelped in pain. However in that instant that her mouth was open, it was soon filled with the taste of latex as the rubber ball was violently shoved down Heather’s throat. She tried thrashing to and fro but Kat had the leather straps wrapped around Heather head and buckled tight. Heather’s whole face hurt from this new device that made it’s way onto her. The rubber left a ingle taste in her mouth, her jaw ached from the large size of the ball forcing it open, and the leather straps dug deep into her cheeks pitching them.

Kat stepped back to admire her bondage female Bat. She licked her luscious lips as she watched Heather squirm around in the ropes holding her to the pillar. The strange ball contraption blocked Heather’s cries for help filling the room with erotic moans. As Kat impostor watched Heather, Heather was forced to watch her back as she saw her captor reaching for herself. Forced to watch as this sick cosplayed started to pleasure herself watching Heather’s humiliation. Sensual moans of pleasure escaped Kat’s lips as her fingers pressed hard on her se. The velvety touch of the spandex adding to the pleasure brought by the ranger’s fingers.

Tear’s rolled down Heather’s cheeks. She was horrified that a person found such enjoyment out of someone else’s pain. Heather pulled hard on the binding ropes, hopelessly trying to get free. they instead squeezed every curve of her body. The pain it brought sent a series of tingles through out her body. They traveled to every inch of her before once again arriving at her sex and erected breast. While Heather’s sex was already wet and her nipples hard, the sensation brought by the ropes only made them wetter and harder with every pull she made.

“Hmmm, that’s it my dear! I love watching you struggle!” Kat’s words rang in Heather’s ear, rendering her body still.

If this ranger knock-off enjoyed watching her struggle, then Heather would stay still. Don’t giver her what she wants. That proved much too difficult. As Heather tried to stay still in her intrusive binds, her mind was about to panic. “Kat” continued to stroke herself with Heather forced to watch. Heather’s mind went back to those dark places. This time she had the misfortune of having a face to go with the sick perversions that crept into her mind. Heather closed her eyes trying not to look but the moans of pleasure filled her ears fueled the dark thoughts. The fear and panic built up inside as the images in her mind got more and more erotic and twisted. Heather couldn’t take it anymore and let her fears erupt into a loud distorted scream!

The ball that was lodged behind Heather’s lips help most of the scream back and distorted into an erotic moan, that shook the aroused ranger into spasms of pleasure. Heather thrashed at the ropes that held her still against the pillar, all the while the lady in pink’s fingers worked their way over her sex prolonging her climax. The room echoed with a duet harmony of Heather’s distorted moan’s of fear and panic, and “Kat’s” moan’s of finality. “Kat’s” pleasure brings her to her knees. Panting for breathe the pink ranger brushes the loose hairs out of her face. She looks up at her victim and smiles knowing that this was only the beginning.

Re: Conventional ties (F/FF

Postby Mr Underheel » Tue Mar 10, 2015 6:08 pm

Like or hate the topics (actual kidnapping and the like), it is well done. Personally, I enjoyed this installment. It's less "game" than it is "crime story" but I've strayed from the "game" genre myself here more than once. I would keep posting it, if I were you. Thank you.

Re: Conventional ties (F/FF

Postby abductionfan » Tue Mar 10, 2015 6:11 pm

Nice start, my only thing would be using the glue to seal her lips with. But, your story; your decision. Will be anxiously waiting for the next part.

Re: Conventional ties (F/FF

Postby cougar99 » Wed Mar 11, 2015 12:44 am

well its a great story and I enjoyed this part greatly I think its going to prove popular

Re: Conventional ties (F/FF

Postby Captive-or-Captor » Thu Mar 19, 2015 6:15 am

CONVENTIONAL TIES:
CHAPTER TWO

It was the hast rack to the back of her head that snapped Beth’s eyes wide open. The pain lingered as the dazed brunette gaze fell upon the ceiling of a hallway sliding by. Confused by the sight, the wizardly dressed cosplayed looked down to see what was dragging her along. What she saw sent Beth into a furry! With all her might and force Beth began to thrash out at the blonde dressed in tightly fitted pink spandex. The girl in pink had a tight grip on Beth’s ankle that would not break. However what aided in the pink girls hold were coils of rope that sunk into Beth’s tall socks.

Beth thrashed again and again trying tirelessly to free herself from the woman dragging her across the smooth cold floor. She continued to fail. Beth knew that she was bound, not only around her ankles but her wrists to. She could feel the rough material bit into her skin. The limited mobility built up this anger in her gut. That rage built to the point where Beth began to scream and curse at her captor. this too proved to be restricting.

Beth had tasted the cloth sitting in her mouth. It had made it very dry, but it wasn’t until her attempt to curse her captor that Beth felt the cloth material that separated her thin lips, digging deep into the sides of her mouth sending a tingling pain across her face. She could feel herself nearly choke from the massive not that was tied in the center of Beth’s gag. It was that knot that did most of the work muffling out her screams of rage.

“Keep on kicking lil’ Hermione, you’re only adding to the excitement.” The words purred with an obvious fake Australian accent.

It wasn’t long after the woman in pink’s statement, that the two had come to a stop at a door. During this momentary pause, Beth continued her wrathful attempt to break free. Her whole body shook and bounced trying her continually failed kicks. The constant attacks did little towards freeing Beth fem her attacker or the ropes pinching at her ankles. Beth lashed out one final time, the failed attacked bounced her back knocking her head hard once ore on the dirty linoleum floor. The pain felt cool behind her, sending black rings around her vision of the moldy ceiling.

The rustic door was pushed open. It’s large moans filled Beth’s disoriented ears. The pink spandexed girl looked over her shoulder to look down at her captive. It was the first chance Beth had to looking at this bitch’s face, but the black rings made it hard to make anything out. All she could tell was that she was smiling.

“Nice panties Hermione!” The girl in pink purred.

Beth painfully looked down to see her red laced panties were fully exposed. Beth had still been draped in her Hogwarts themed cosplay, and her skirt to her uniform had ridden up to her hips. If Beth’s head hadn’t still been spinning from pain she’d probably be either blushing or screaming in rage, either way she was vexed.

The disorientation didn’t last much longer after the door had opened. Beth felt a shooting pain darting from her hair. her hair had been gripped by the gloved hand of Beth’s attacker. the pain that over took Beth was enough to shake the black rings around her vision away, making it easier to see the room she had been brought to. The Spandex clad attacker used Beth’s hair as reins to pull Beth’s squirming body from off her back and into the dank room.

The pull had brought Beth to her knees where she could look around the crying room. While she could look around at her surroundings Beth didn’t. Her eyes were fixed on a figure standing before her, whose crying moans where what filled the room. It was a girl that looked not much younger then Beth, dressed completely in a stunning Batgirl cosplay. However it wasn’t the sleek black spandex that held the girls curved body. It was the ropes groping her body. they held her legs together forcing her to stand. they squeezed her large chest making them stand out eve more. There was even a large ball gag pulled tightly behind her teeth.

The Batgirl was crying, terrified of the situation. Beth’s rage started to bubble up in her gut once more. It wasn’t just herself that was being violated by a bitch in pink, but a scared girl who probably had no idea of what was happening. Beth bit down on the cloth that gagged her wanting to scream in rage, when the sharp pain of her hair being pulled shook her as the pink woman grabbed her from behind. Beth felt the smooth touch of her attacker’s spandex rubbing against her backside as her gloved hand gripped her face. Forcing her to look at the whimpering gagged batgirl.

“Do you like the way she looks? I do!” Beth growled into the knotted cloth that blocked her words of hate.

“I just love how the ropes hug her sexy body! Hmmm and those spandex really help.” The fake Australian’s breath breezed across beth’s manic hair, sending chills down her spine.

“I think I like her gag he best though. The way it forces those luscious lips open. Hmmm and the intoxicating sound she makes, GOD!”

“FAAHHHHHH MUHH! MAAAAUHHH! HAUH!” Beth’s rage couldn’t be held back any longer. Gag or no gag she needed to be heard! The cloth fought against her mouth with every curse Beth attempted to yell. She thrashed her head, but her captor’s hold on her face kept it fixed on the gagged and helpless red head.

“Awww, what’s wrong? Do you have something to say?” The woman in pink released her hold on Beth’s face. Beth could feel the invasive gag loosen it’s pinch. The damp knot slide out from behind Beth’s lips freeing her speech. Beth spared no time taking advantage of this freedom.

“YOU FUCKIN’ BITCH! WHEN I GET MY FUCKIN’ HANDS ON YOU IMMA FU-MPHHHHH!!!” The attacker’s white gloved hand made it’s way onto a violent hold back on Beth’s face. This time it was clamped tightly over her mouth forcing Beth’s words back down her throat, sending a wave of vibrating pleasure through the gloved hand. it wasn’t long after that Beth realized that her attackers was getting off on her muffled screams. Beth felt the now damp spandex rub tight against her still exposed laced panties.

“Now, now we can’t have you using language like that, or have you being that loud.”

After feeling the gentle touch of her attacker’s breath on Beth’s ear, the next thing Beth felt was the cold hard floor smashing against her cheek. Dazed once more the gloved hand separated from Beth’s face to glide over her now bent over body. When the gentle hand reached the fully exposed red panties. Beth’s reasoning started to return. Beth screamed in anger and protest when her attacker grabbed ahold of the underwear and began to pull.

The room quickly filled with erotic noise. The distorted moans and crying of Batgirl as she’s forced to witness these acts of horror. The faint tearing of fabric, as the woman in tight sensual pink spandex rips off her victim’s laced underwear to reveal her smooth and exposed behind. The Screams of “NO” from Beth as she’s forced to have herself completely revealed. The room echoes in the sounds, sending the woman in pink into a state of utter euphoria!

The fully surprisingly attacker mounts Beth from behind. Beth can feel the wet velvety touch of the spandex pressing up against her vulnerable sex. The woman in pink leaned over on top of Beth to reach her vexing face. The woman smiles at Beth as she gently rubs her growingly wet sex against Beth’s. Disgusted with her Beth spits in her attackers face.

The woman chuckles to herself as she wipes her face clean. Before beth knew what happened next she felt herself choking. The woman had taken what remained of Beth’s panties and shoved them down Beth’s throat. She choked as the soft fabric began to fill up her mouth. Beth was also surprised to find them wet prior to entering her mouth. She could taste her sex on them. Beth then began to wonder if she was getting aroused by all this. Beth’s thoughts lingered on this, and while doing so she was unaware of what her attacker was doing until it was too late.

A stranger sound filled the room. Sounded as though something was being torn, groaning as it does. The smell of glue filled Beth’s nostrils fallowed by the skin around her mouth being pulled, sending strange sensations of pain. The groaning tearing sound continued and as it did Beth felt the painfully sticky tape wrap around her head tangling itself in her hair. After three passes the woman tore the end off and smoothed everything off.

Beth’s kidnapper seemed to enjoy smoothing the new gag out. She held Beth close, rubbing sexes together. Her gloved fingers going over Beth’s lips, feeling them under the sleek material. Beth pulled her head away from her touch. the woman stiffened her stance and grabbed Beth’s face forcing her to be in view of the bound and gagged Batgirl.

“I want you to be looking at her when I do this to you.” Just as the words left her mouth, Beth felt a sudden jolt as two gloved fingers slide their way deep into Beth’s surprisingly wet sex.

Beth screamed like she never had before. The fingers lingered inside her, as fought to get away. She kicked franticly but felt the ropes that she had forgotten about dig into her tall socks, making her squirm fiercely along the cool floor. She tried hitting her rapist, tugging hopelessly against the ropes. Beth failed at every attempt to fight back and was forced to feel a pair of gloved fingers gliding in and out of her sex.

Re: Conventional ties (F/FF

Postby cougar99 » Fri Mar 20, 2015 12:46 am

great second part and truly enjoyable

Re: Conventional ties (F/FF

Postby 31acujoker » Fri Mar 20, 2015 4:17 am

As a fan of cosplay bondage, I gotta say... this is brilliant! :)
"A thing is not beautiful because it lasts"
- The Vision

Re: Conventional ties (F/FF

Postby That-animeguy » Fri Mar 20, 2015 6:54 am

A little rough, but I do like some nice dominant types a while.
Glad you posted this, really enjoyed it :)
So... gulible!

Re: Conventional ties (F/FF

Postby Captive-or-Captor » Tue Mar 24, 2015 10:31 am

CONVENTIONAL TIES:
CHAPTER THREE

With a sore jaw, burning wrist, and tired legs Heather watched an act of horror that she never thought possible. Lying before her on the cracked floor was a girl. The girl was tall and dressed in, a now very wrinkled, Hogwarts uniform. Her crazed and frizzy brown hair would suggest that she was cosplaying as Hermione. However it wasn’t “Hermione’s” wrinkled wardrobe that horrified Heather, it was the layers of silver duct tape wrapped tightly around her head. It was her violent squirming and thrashing against the ropes bound around her exposed wrist and socked ankles. Most of all though it was Heather’s kidnapper who was mounted on top of the screaming Hermione from behind.

The kidnapper, this mighty morphin wannabe, had a grip on Hermione’s face. Forcing the violent victim to lock eyes with Heather. This pink ranger, or “Kat”, was doing something to Hermione. Heather couldn’t see what it was, but the bound wizard screamed and squirmed against the cool floor. He screams barely made any noise at all. The tape sealing her mouth did a lot to muffle her protest. Heather had also watched Kat shove the girl’s torn panties in her mouth before the tape found it’s way wrapped around her face.

As horrible as it was to watch Kat doing all this, whatever it was she was doing to this strong and wild Hermione, all Heather could feel was this over powering sensation that send her whole body quivering. This feeling that was building up in Heather was confusing and scary. She had felt it briefly after struggling under her ropes that continued to grope her spandexed body. She felt it again only intensified when Kat’s gloved fingers rubbed hard against her sex. Now she was feeling it again watching Hermione struggling and screaming with their attacker on top. What was this feeling that was flowing through Heather. The more she watched, the stronger the sensation built. Every time she wiggled under her binds, the flow rushed faster through her body. Every time she tried humming words past the latex ball that filled her mouth, her body shook with euphoria.

The thought dawned on Heather that this feeling, this sensation, was pleasure! While in her mind Heather knew that the things that were happening to her and the girl that lay squirming in front of her were horrible. Heather’s body however seemed to be enjoying it. Was it normal, to feel this odd sense of pleasure filling a person while watching someone being attacked? Did the girl on the floor have the same pressure building inside her? Was that way she was fighting so desperately underneath the pink spandex pressing against her? Were the ropes giving the strange erotic tingle with each pull? Did the muffled moans she tried cursing send her head swimming in an intoxicating state of thrill?

Heather prayed that she did, she didn’t want to be the only one that felt this way. Yet why was she still twisting and turning under the tight coils. Why was she still trying to hum words out from behind the ball that forced her jaw open. Heather would never admit it, but she didn’t want this strange confusing state to stop. She wanted to feel the velvet touch of her black spandex as they shifted under the rough coils of ropes. She wanted to feel them squeeze ever so gently on her breast. She wanted the disoriented moans to dance around her head as she watched Hermione being attacked by this helmet-less pink ranger.

“HPMMMMMM!!!!” The wizardly cosplayer screamed so hard she was red in the face. Afterwards she stopped fighting back and got very still as she tried catching her breath. The Pink cosplayer dismounted the limp Hermione and started to strut towards Heather. Heather’s cheeks burned from blushing. Could she tell that Heather’s body was making her feel the way? Kat held her white gloved hand that was hidden within Hermione in front of Heather’s red face, while the other hand made it’s way behind Heather’s head. The slight pain that wrapped around Heather’s face slid away as the leather straps that hugged tight fell to the side. Heather’s heart pounded fiercely in his chest as the white glove traced her lips. Heather’s jaw clicked into place as she felt the rubber ball slide it’s way out from behind her teeth. The white glove continued to trace over Heather’s trembling lips. It wasn’t long after that the fingers that sensually went over the soft curves of Heather’s lips slide their way into her mouth.

Heather was too confused to say or do anything. She just stood there as the fingers slide in and out of her sore mouth. They wiggled around inside rubbing against her tongue. They had a strange smooth taste to them that shook Heather’s body with the same euphoria that she both loved and hated.

“Do you like that?” the fake Australian accent rang in Heather’s ear as the fingers quickened their pace into her mouth.

“That’s her your tasting. I bet your loving it.!”

Heather looked over the pink shoulder to Hermione, who slowly and sluggishly move around the floor still, still trying to catch her breath. Heather wondered what she meant that she was “tasting her”. What about her was she tasting, and way did it make her body feel this way.

“Would you like to taste more?” The gloved hand violently slide out from behind the quivering lips to grip Heather’s face.

“Don’t make a FUCKIN’ sound.” Kat let go of Heather who was too scared to do anything. Weather or not this was pleasure her body was making her feel, that still didn’t change the fact Heather was terrified. She was more scared then she’s ever felt in her whole life. With the way her pink captor gleefully skipped over to Hermione, Heather had a feeling it was about to get a lot worse.

Hermione screamed as her hair was pulled backwards by the same person who had mounted her. Heather watched as kat walked past the tired wizard who now laid on her backside. The pink curved body had walked past Heather’s line of sight, but only for just a moment When she arrived back from the shadows, slung over her shoulder, Kat hand a long dirty looking mettle bar. Heather’s Heart started to race to the point where it hurt. Terrified, Heather’s mind went to all the gruesome scenarios that involved that weapon wielded by her pink dominator. Her fear took over.

“HELP! SOMEONE HEL-“ Gracefully the pink ranger flew over to Heather and covered her screaming mouth.

“Don’t temp me to put that sexy looking ballgag back on.” Heather’s eyes stayed fixed on the mettle bar Kat held close to her.

“What are you looking at? This? Oh sexy don’t you worry yourself this isn’t for you.” Kat Thew Heather’s face to the side and strutted back over to Hermione, who now had returned to screaming and thrashing along the floor.

The bar fell to the floor filling the room with a piercing clanging noise. The pink spandex stood in front of the squirming tired Hermione blocking Heather’s vision of her fellow captive. All there was instead were screams. The soft, yet violent screams that emitted from a gagged girl. Heather bit her lip with worry, for the screaming girl. Thoughts of gruesome scenarios returned with images of the bound cosplaying Hermione instead of Heather. She wanted to help her, to save her. The ropes groping Heather’s body preventing her from doing anything, and her fear prevented her from saying anything.

The pink curved body finally stepped aside to reveal Hermione bound in a whole new way that made her blush under the layers of tape. However Hermione wasn’t the only one who was blushing. Heather’s face burned as her cheeks turned bright red from the sight of Hermione’s newly bound ankles. The bar that Kat had taken from the dark corner of this dungeon, had now been used as apart of poor Hermione’s restrains. Her legs were spread wide with ropes binding her sock covered ankles to either end of the rough mettle. With her new position in which she was laying, and the form of her new restrains, Heather was able to see Hermione’s completely exposed sex.

Completely embarrassed for her vulnerable companion, Heather however still found it hard to look away. With eyes fixed on the squirming Hermione, Heather hadn’t noticed her captor making her way behind heather. It wasn’t until the tight pinching from the ropes released it’s grip on Heather’s tender chest. The ropes that held her ankles to the pillar were next to loosen their hold. Heather wondered why the ropes were coming off, but like most times, before Heather had time to process the strange actions that continued to be done to her, she felt a harsh pain over take the back of her head.

“Walk!” Kat whispered into Heather’s ear with a firm grasp of her hair that poked out the back of her bat themed mask.

Heather quickly learned that walking would prove to be harder then she imagined. While most of the coils that held her curves now laying on the floor, there were still a few that kept Heather restrained. Her hands were still pulled behind her bound at her gloved wrists, and her knees still pinched together making it very challenging to walk over to the bound and gagged Hermione who was laid out on her back.

Heather felt a force hit the back of her knees, and soon came tumbling down in front of Hermione. This was the closest she had been to her fellow captive and Heather could she that, unlike her who was terrified and confused by her body, this cosplayer was angry! Most of her face was buried under layers of tape, but her eyes bleed with enough rage to say it all.

The pain that drove Heather to her knees returned and forced her face in between Hermione’s open legs. Heather could hear Hermione’s gagged protest.

“I want you to lick her,” Kat’s fake Australian accent demanded.

“No?” Heather was unsure by the demand, but instead of an explanation, the room filled with the sound of tearing fabric and Heather could feel the bottom of her skin tight spandex being ripped away.

“NO! STOP THAT! LEAVE US- AHHHHH!!!” Heather’s words were cut short. Her body explode in the most incredible euphoria. She felt something inside of her. Something that penetrated her sex. She bit her lip hard trying to not scream, but this uncontrollable pleasure over took her body. How could one small action take complete control over a person.

“Now stick you tongue out and lick our dear little Hermione’s pussy!” Another explosive jolt of euphoria rushed all through out Heather. She felt whatever penetrated her sliding out and back into her sex. “Or I’ll continue to torture you.”

Heather reluctantly and slowly moved closer to the screaming Hermione’s sex. She opened her mouth and slowly and gently began to stroke Hermione’s sex. Heather felt the screaming cosplayer wiggling and squirming underneath her lips. The whole experiences made Heather felt dirty violating this poor girl this way. Yet with her tongue in Hermione’s sex and her sex being penetrated Heather couldn’t help but enjoying it.

Re: Conventional ties (F/FF

Postby Captive-or-Captor » Wed Mar 25, 2015 11:00 am

CONVENTIONAL TIES:
CHAPTER FOUR

Pain radiated though out Beth’s face, as the glue from the tape sealing her mouth shut pulled at her skin. The gag was pulling because of the desperate attempt to scream. Beth had some many thing to be screaming about. She wanted to scream because of how helpless and exposed the bondage holding her curved body made her feel. She wanted to scream because of the forced sexual pleasure the was pulsing from her opened sex to the rest of her overly sensitive body. However the reason Beth was screaming so wildly at that moment was because of a young girl, whose face was buried deep in her open legs licking her growingly wet sex. Each stroke of the Bat themed girl’s tongue would force another scream out of Beth, allowing the gag to pull at her skin even more.

Beth didn’t blame the young Batgirl for any f this. Like Beth she too was being held down by various ropes keeping her limbs in place. Instead Beth blamed the woman behind her. The woman dressed in the skin tight spandex, cosplaying as someone she didn’t recognize. It was this pink woman who was responsible for all of what was happen. It was her that kidnapped Beth and tied her up. It was her who forced her fingers into Beth’s unwilling sex. It was her who was now holding Batgirl’s head down demanding to lick Beth. All the while it looked as though she was invading Batgirl’s sex the same way she did to Beth.

Beth’s heart raced and her body got hot, she was nearing her end! She screamed, now trying to beg for it to stop. Beth’s pride made it so she would not beg, now at the mercy of her own body did just that. She didn’t want to climax while her fellow captive’s tongue was still inside her. She wanted to spare her of that. The blonde and pink dominator took notice of Beth’s obvious pleas, and instead of stopping she increased the pressure she put on Batgirl.

The young and innocent victim screamed from the quickened pace that was thrusted into her. Those screams vibrated into Beth’s dripping sex. Beth’s eye rolled to the back of her head, the rush washing over her entire body. She felt herself flowing down in a hot wave of incredible thrill. The pleasure hit her sex and made her climax in a way she hadn’t felt since she was a curious little girl. She felt awful for it as she watched Batgirl coughing on her release. Looking up from her and to the Pink woman, she saw that she was licking her white glove clean.

“You girls are just too much fun! Although it seems that Hermione here is the one whose getting most of it, now does that seem fair?”

“MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!” The reply didn’t come either Beth or Batgirl. Instead the muffled gagged like speak came from within the blacked out corner of the room. Beth’s rage grew even more once she released that another girl could be trapped in the Pink Woman’s bondage.

“Awww, does someone have something to say?” The Pink villain dismounted the red headed cosplay and made her way over to the dark void. Listening to the rustling and creaking that was traveling from the dark unseen, Beth worried for whoever as in there. Soon the chaotic noise turned into a singular scraping sound, fallowed by the unveiling of their captor with a chair filled another bound and helpless girl.

The third bound victim looked to be the oldest by not by much and like Beth and Batgirl she too was in cosplay. It costumed that covered her stunningly pale body was that of a disney themed dress. The dim light made it hard to figure out which of the many disney princess she was dressed as but it looked like snow white based on the various vibrant colors. The dominant Pink woman dropped the chair, slamming the third disney victim into a harsh shake. The Snow White look-a-like was covered in ropes just like Beth and Batgirl. Her ropes twisted around her curved chest locking her to her chair. She also had coils binding her legs and torn skirt to the legs of the chair. Lastly covering the entire bottom half of her face was panel gag. Beth knew that something else had to be attacked to the smooth leather box filling up her mouth.

“Did you want to say something, my sexy princess?” Snow White nodded her head, and the Woman in Pink began to un hung the huge gag. The invasive contraption that held back Snow White’s fell into her lap, free her red and swollen face.

“I said that isn’t fair!” chuckled the bound beauty. Beth didn’t believe the word the came out. She didn’t want to believe the words that came out. Hoping that she didn’t hear it right, Beth leaned in closer. “I think Miss. Hermione should fuck Batgirl!” Beth’s heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. This third victim turn out to not be a victim at all. Instead, she was the willing submissive of the twist Pink cosplayer.

“Oh I love the way you think little Miss. Princess!” Excited with the new idea, The Pink Woman picked up the panel gag and slid it back into Snow White’s mouth. The Princess gladly allowed herself to be silenced. With her submissive now gagged and Happy, Beth watched in horror as the dominant charged towards her with a new toy in hand.

The two meet and a fight broke out between them, Beth however was at a huge disadvantage with her bindings still completely intact. Beth tried to throw her leg at her once she got close enough, The woman needed only to step on the mettle bar that separated them to snap them back down to the ground. Every time her white gloved hand reached out to grab a hold of Beth, she would smack it as hard as she could with her gagged head. The Woman in pink chuckled at the weak attempts at fighting her away.

She stopped toying with Beth and gripped her neck hard. She came around Beth’s back so she could start to position the new toy. It was long and firm with straps on either end. The woman placed it on top of her Beth’s wet and sore sex. As soon as the cool plastic laid flat on her Beth fought back harder. Leaning forward to gather as much force first, She thrusted the back of her head hard against the Woman’s face. Beth could feel her nose bending behind her.

“FUCKIN’ BITCH!!!!”

“MMMPPHHH!?!?!”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW!!!” Snapped the now bleeding blonde towards her gagged submissive.

“MMMPPHH, MMMPHH!”

“For fucks sake, what the hell are going on about?” Beth’s captor had dropped her fake Austrian accent as she made her way back over to the chair tied Snow White. Just like before it took her no time at all to unlatch the multiple straps keeping the panel over the princesses mouth.

“I said let me fuck! I want to help make her pay for hurting my mistress!” The woman in Pink looked down at her play thing for quite sometime before smiling in agreement.

Beth watched as the ropes holding Snow White down started to fall coil by coil. First it was her ankles that held her to the chair, fallowed by the strands that groped her chest. Soon she was standing beside the Woman in pink with her hands still tied behind her back and instead of free those the woman put the gag back into her mouth. The last thing that was done was the toy that was attempted to put onto Beth was now being strapped onto Snow White. She was now ready to attack Beth.

Beth wanted to fight them again hoping for another lucky shot, this time though there where two of them. The woman in Pink took no time to pin Beth onto her stomach, she didn’t want to take the chance of getting hit again. Beth started to cry as she felt the second girl rubbing against her backside. She felt so humiliated, after all her fight, after all her screaming, Beth was still made the victim.

Tears rolled down Beth’s harder and fast as she felt the toy slowly and painfully glide it’s way into her ass. She could hear the gleeful moans of Snow White as she slide her way in and out of her. This wasn’t Beth’s first time exploring this part of herself, it was however the first time it was forced upon her and like the rest of the night her body was enjoying every second of it.

Beth wore the brave face, and acted tough hoping to hide the thrill and excitement that raced through her. Games with ropes and gags were something she knew very well but always as the dominate never the submissive and certainly not as the victim. It was a role reversal that her body was enjoying to incredible highs. Beth hated it. She hated being under someone, hate being bound, and hated the taste of her gag, and she hated every part of herself for having the rushing climaxes.

The hold of the Pink woman left the back of Beth’s neck. Beth could hear her walking over the Batgirl who hand been laying on the ground quietly watching. The woman in Pink turned her over on her back, the red head screaming for her to get off. The fellow victim was silenced by the Dominant’s crotch that rested on top of her face. The screams turned to gargled moan. The Blonde gently started to grind her captive’s face, her hands running over every inch of the pink spandex that hugged her curves. Licking her luscious lip the woman in pink lowered herself down and into Batgirl’s crotch. Using her teeth she tore what little remained of the smooth, shiny, black spandex that hung around her sex. With it exposed the woman began to stroke her sex in the same fashion she made Batgirl do to Beth.

This would go on for quite some time. Snow White would continue to thrust her toy into Beth’s now open and willing ass, while the Blonde woman in pink spandex sat on Batgirl’s face as she licked her sex wet. The room drowned in the many sounds of moans and thrills. It soon meet with the sounds of orgasms. First it was muffed yells of Batgirl, the touch of the Pink woman’s tongue through her into a release she never thought possible. This was quickly fallowed by Snow White. Beth could feel her climax dripping down on to her back side never letting up. Their captor was next, she sprang up from within Batgirl groping her chest and scream in euphoria.

Beth wouldn’t join them in they’re release. Her body was sore and tire and wanted to rest. Soon after the leader of this rough excitement finished, things started to wrap up. She started to untie Batgirl, who was now exhausted and panting for air, while Snow White dismounted Beth. The woman in pink unlatched her submissive gag one last time before doing the ropes on her wrist. Now that both girls where free they worked together to untie Beth. Like her fellow captive Beth just laid there on the dirty floor wanting nothing more then to go to sleep.

Both Snow White and the Blonde walked out of the room hand in hand, leaving Beth and Batgirl alone. They both laid there for what felt like hours, before napping sort naps. Afterwards the two helped each other up and left their prison together. Beth, Hated what happened to her and just want to go home.

Re: Conventional ties (F/FF

Postby troublemaker1 » Sat Apr 04, 2015 3:24 pm

Wow, a really good "saga", of sorts.
Hey there ;)