Bondage Games Part 2

Postby hitchit7567 » Sun Jun 09, 2013 1:21 pm

Bondage Games Part 2
We only had a few moments to see this as we were carried out to the garage where a black van with heavily tinted windows had been parked in place of our dad’s truck. Our mother struggled and mmphed in vain as the door closed behind us. We were led into the van. It was one of those big sprinter style vans that had a full door to get into it like a school bus and was tall enough to walk in completely upright. They would never have managed to park it in our garage if my father hadn’t been insistent on getting one of those 10 foot garage doors with a massive bay. Steve led me into the dark interior of the vehicle and set me down into a lush bucket seat at the very back. The whole inside was empty except for those two seats at the back, and a couple poles along the walkway.
As I was pushed back in the seat, I realized that it wasn’t uncomfortable to have my arms pinned behind me the way they were. The seat was designed to accommodate someone with their arms tied behind them, just like a police car. Steve loomed above me and began to pull the straps of a seat belt down around me. It wasn’t your typical seatbelt. It had a double strap that came from above my head and stopped at my solar plexus. Two more belts came up from either side of me near my hips and clipped into the buckle at my sternum. Once he clicked them in he flipped a control and an electric motor whirred, pulling the straps tighter so I was incapable of leaning forward. Steve then bent down to my sexy little feet and locked my ankles to the base of the seat. Pulled back into the chair as I was, my feet didn’t even touch the ground. Steve then took an additional strap and bound my feet together. He then buckled my feet to the seat so my toes were forced into a pointed position. Finally he also clipped something on to the belt at my knees that caused another motor to whir firmly securing my legs in place.
He stood up, and moved away to the front of the van to join Joe. I looked over at Jas tightly bound next to me. I struggled in my seat with all I had and found no movement whatsoever. It’s the weirdest thing to be tied like this. Up until this morning I had only ever been tied up once before, but I’ll get to that later. For the most part, I’ve always been able to move when I needed to. It’s the strangest thing for someone to take away your freedom. The more that I thought about it, it just amazed me at how simple it all was. Just a few ropes, or chains, or tape and you could literally take away a persons ability to move, to speak, to see, anything you wanted. As I sat there more and more fully understanding just how helpless I was, I started getting that deep feeling down inside again. I could feel myself getting moist. At that moment Steve came back and placed black sleeping masks on Jas and I. I mmphed indignantly at him. He just slapped me on the breast and moved on. I was now blind, gagged, and more tightly bound than I ever knew a person could be.
I felt the van move forward, and I was once again impressed with the helplessness of the situation. We were incapable of escape and being taken to some undisclosed location by two men who had invaded our house, tied up our mother, and kidnaped us. Things didn’t look good.
We had no choice but to settle in for the long hall. It appeared that we were going to be driving somewhere and weren’t going to be freed any time soon. Interestingly enough, as tightly as I was bound to the chair, I still had a degree of control. It turned out that the seat was sensitive to my movements, so when i pushed back into my arms and lifted with my feet, I found I could recline. I kept going back until I was almost horizontal. I won’t say it was overly comfortable, seeing as I was still tightly bound, laying on my hands and forced to keep my toes pointed while simultaneously being gagged with the largest ball that could possibly fit in my mouth. On the upside, I really was starting to enjoy the feel of these pantyhose and the softness of the leotard. I won’t say it felt like someone was hugging me all over, but there was a sense of security despite how scary the situation really was.
Despite the stringent position my body was in, I eventually fell asleep. I awoke much later in a complete panic. It had never happened to me before that I had woken up completely blind and unable to move with a large gag in my mouth. I wrestled with the bonds until my memory slowly came back and I remembered where I was. I realized that I had woken up because the van had stopped moving. I could hear rustling going on around me and it sounded like Jas was moving. Finally my blindfold was taken off, and as my eyes adjusted I saw that Jas was gone. There was a suitcase open on the floor in front of me and one sitting by the door at the front of the van.
Joe sat my seat up, unbuckled my harness and freed my legs and feet. I stretched my aching toes. They were quite sore from having been pointed for I don’t know how long. My shoulders were starting to ache as well. Fortunately because of my flexibility I never lost feeling in my hands, but I was definitely going to be sore tomorrow. Joe pulled my still bound form out of the seat and roughly shoved me down into the suitcase.
“Mmmph?!” I shouted at him. He had to be kidding! Yeah, I would fit fine, but really a suitcase?! I started struggling and protesting but immediately stopped as I remembered back to what had happened to Jas when she had put up a fight.
“Good thinking,” he said.
I just allowed him to manhandle me as he forced me to tuck myself into a ball and then proceeded to buckle me in with all the integrated straps of the suitcase. By the time he was done I was once again barely able to move. Each strap that secured me inside the suitcase actually had a strap that was able to winch tighter. The straps were pulling cruelly into my flesh. The pantyhose and leotard were of little protection.
“Don’t even bother trying to make noise while you’re in there. As soon as this thing is zipped up, we switch on the noise canceling device and no one can hear you. You’ll hear everything, but they won’t know you exist,” said Joe.
When the suitcase was zipped up and sitting vertically, I was on my butt with my knees in my chin. My toes were once again forced into a pointed position so that relief was short lived. I could feel myself being picked up and carried and eventually sat down on the ground. I was tipped onto my side, and now was being rolled. They had once again blindfolded me and in doing so had also strapped my head down. Once I had been strapped in and the suitcase was zipped up, soft interior airbags had deployed filling every inch of extra room in the bag and pressing in on me from every angle. It was a good thing that I wasn’t claustrophobic, or this would really have been complete hell. Its an unusual thing when movement is completely taken away from you. I realized that the previous bondage had been nothing compared to this. Not being able to move before was nothing like not being able to move now. I truly might as well have been completely paralyzed. I was incapable of movement. Up until the airbags had gone off, I thought that I might have been able to rock the bag to get someone to notice. But now... You need to be able to get some sort of backward and forward movement to rock your body. Just a half inch here and a half inch there, but there was no give. I literally felt like I was having an out of body experience. It didn’t seem possible that I could be giving my body commands and have them completely unable to be obeyed.
They were right, apparently we were in a pretty fancy hotel or something because it sounded like I was given to a bellboy so I started trying to scream my head off. It didn’t do any good. I got tossed onto something else that was rolling on the ground (probably a luggage cart) and we kept going without anyone being any the wiser. I could hear the ding of an elevator, and felt that sensation in my stomach as we went up and up and up. Eventually it dinged again and I was wheeled into what I assumed must be our room.
The bellboy tossed the suitcase onto the bed and unknowingly said the most ironic thing to himself he possibly could have, “What are they carrying around a body?” and left with my screams in his wake. I assumed I would be unpacked right away, but it appears that our captors had decided to do something else in the meantime. I waited what felt like an hour, but could have been 20 minutes or four hours. Time stands still when your body isn’t yours. Luckily, somehow there was good ventilation in the suitcase so I wasn’t suffocating, though I was definitely starting to get warm.
Finally I heard the door open. Someone came over and keyed something on the bag. I felt the airbags release, and suddenly I had a degree of freedom again. It’s amazing how good even extremely stringent bondage can feel, when you have been completely incapable of movement for the last hour or so. I was unstrapped from the case, my blindfold was removed and I was sat upright on the bed.
Looking around, I found that I was right. We were in a rather luxurious hotel suite. There appeared to be two bedrooms, a living room, and a kitchen, as well as a door I suspected led to a bathroom. There was another suitcase on the ground and Jas was quickly extricated from it. She looked weary at this point and quite relieved to be free of the case even though she was still tightly bound. I looked around for a clock and, not seeing one, looked to the window and realized that somehow it was nighttime already. We had been bound and traveling the entire day!
“Alright, heres the deal. We’re going to untie you, and you’ll have time to do whatever you need to in the bathroom. You can either go one at a time 30 minutes a piece or together for 45 minutes. If you go together you will both be ball gagged for the duration. If you go separately you will be ungagged but you’re sister will stay out here bound and gagged. Again if you go separately and are ungagged you can do what you need to do, but if you make a sound loud enough that it registers on this device,” he said, holding up a small metal box, “then your sister will spend the night tied to a pole wearing ballet boots.”
“So,” he said, “do you want to go separate?” we shook our heads no, “or together?” We vigorously nodded yes.
“All right then, you have 45 minutes from the moment we close the bathroom door,” he said.
Joe moved to me and began to unwrap the tape from around my head. Fortunately for some reason, it didn’t really seem to stick to my hair or skin and came off really well. As soon as I spit out the big foam ball he shoved in a bright red ball that was attached to a leather strap, giving me no relief. The ball was enormous and it took some real effort to push it back behind my teeth. He tightly buckled it and apparently locked it behind my head, there was no way it was coming out. Now he began to untie me for real. He quickly removed the straps from my ankles, knees, and thighs, and for the first time in hours I was able to spread my legs apart. He turned me around and undid the buckles holding the harness in place and then slipped it over my head. He removed the straps from my elbows and wrists and I felt a little pressure release. Finally he unzipped the sheath around my arms, and my freedom was complete. Even with full control of my body, I felt completely powerless. Everything felt like rubber from lack of use. I tried to stand up, but my legs wouldn’t hold me and he had to catch me so I wouldn’t fall. It was a weird experience to have my captor so gently support me until I could hold myself up. Jas was having similar issues but we both finally got control of our bodies.
“You will undress and leave your clothes on the floor. There are new pantyhose and leotards for both of you, which you will come out wearing,” he said, “You have 45 minutes.” He closed the door.
As soon as the door was shut we immediately fell into each others arms. In that moment, I realized just how physically exhausted I was. It had probably only been ten hours since we had been kidnaped but our bodies had been put through quite an ordeal. I hugged Jasmine’s luscious frame tightly and she gripped me back. I mmphed affectionately at her and she stared softly back into my eyes. We separated and she stepped back, holding me, hands still on my hips, softly caressing my pantyhose. It was so good to be back together and free, even if we couldn’t speak.
Somehow divining my thought process, Jas held up her finger asking me to wait a moment. She reached up into her hair at the back and pulled out a bobby pin and mmphed at me emphatically. With a rush of excitement I turned around and she started fumbling with the lock on my gag. Facing the door, I realized that there was a large timer on it counting down from 45:00. Before 30 seconds had gone by, I heard a small click and the lock came off. Jas grabbed hold of the strap tightly locking my gag in. It was rough, because she had to pull it in tighter before it would come loose. Finally the gag was out of my mouth. I was about to scream with delight when the ball came out, but Jas quickly put her hand around my mouth shaking her head. She put her finger to her ballgagged lips. Releasing me, she went over to the shower and turned it on high. Then she went to the bath and turned it on as well.
I should explain. Obviously your typical college age girl is not able to pick a lock with a bobby pin. However, Jas and I had gone through this detective phase when we were kids and learned how to do all sorts of things, one of which was actually picking locks. I turned her around and quickly had her out of her gag as well.
“Oh, what a relief,” she whispered to me.
“Thank God you had that,” I replied, “You better make sure that you hide that back in your hair. If they find out that we have that, we’re going to be in really big trouble, I have no idea what they’d do to us.”
Jas slipped it snugly back into the base of her neck out of sight.
“What do you think they want with us?” she said.
“I already gave it some thought, and the only thing that made any sense to me was sex trafficking. Though, I’m becoming less and less sure. I’m not extremely well versed in the habits of sex traffickers, but it seems like they’re going to a lot of trouble. On top of that, I don’t think sex traffickers would be overly interested in dressing us in high end hosiery and leotards, though I definitely appreciate it.”
“I know,” said Jas, “It definitely has it’s benefits, I don’t know that I ever want to wear anything else.” She stroked her firm stomach and drew her hands back to her pert ass covered in two layers of pantyhose.
“I think it might be so that they can tie the ropes or belts or whatever tighter without hurting us or putting any marks on our bodies.”
“Thats another thing I don’t understand!” I quietly exclaimed, “What is this obsession with tying us up so tightly? I understand that they don’t want us to be able to get away, but I think a zip tie or a pair of handcuffs would have been just as effective. Or knock us out for that matter, obviously there is no way that we could stop them.”
“I agree,” said Jas, “It seems to me like there is a particular interest in tying us up. I didn’t even know that a person could be tied up this way. I’ve never experienced or seen anything like it.”
“Right,” I said. I looked back at Jas sheepishly. It was almost always impossible to hide something from her.
“I know,” she said, “We’ve been kidnaped and taken away for some unknown purpose, and I have no idea how we’re going to escape or what they’re going to do to us... But as far as the actual being tied up goes... It’s kind of a thrill, right?”
“Phew,” I said, “I thought I was just being weird, but yeah, you’re totally right. If we ever manage to get out of this I think we’re going to have to experiment on each other a little bit.”
“As of right now, they’re doing plenty of experimenting on us. Fortunately, so far they haven’t really tried to hurt us other than tying us up so tight. Just judging from the van, all the equipment they have, and then even this hotel room, it seems like they have a pretty well funded operation. That being the case, I don’t think that it is going to be very easy to escape from them.”
Jas looked around the bathroom, “I don’t see anything in here that’s going to help us, and I’m willing to bet they keep us bound and gagged for nearly everything except when we need to use the bathroom.”
The bathroom was pretty spartan. They had taken out anything that we could have used to help ourselves. The counters were bare. The only things that were available to us were a towel each and our change of clothes.
“I don’t think we’d be able to run out of here and overwhelm them,” I said, “Even if we managed to get one of them alone, I’m pretty sure he could subdue us.”
“I think our best bet is to bide our time. I’ll hold onto the bobby pin and maybe we’ll have another opportunity later. As long as there is a later,” said Jas.
“All right, well right now, I have to use the bathroom and I really could use a shower,” I said.
I turned around so Jas could unzip me out of the leotard, and I unzipped her as well. It really was a shame to have to leave it even for a little bit, I had grown quite fond of the tight fitting fabric. I didn’t even mind the way it cleaved my ass in two.
“I know, I feel the same way,” said Jas, apparently reading the look on my face, “And these pantyhose are to die for as well. I think I’m going to shower in them, just to give Steve and Joe more trouble.”
I agreed. We stepped into the shower together. The suite was amazing, so there were actually multiple shower heads as well as it being a steamer. It was incredibly soothing on our aching muscles, and I could feel the stress of the day lifting away. I rubbed the body wash all over. Jas rubbed it all over my back where I couldn’t reach and I gave her the same treatment. We each washed our hair and finally had to get out. We only had ten minutes left before our time was up. I stepped out of the shower and stripped off the layers of pantyhose and hung them over the shower wall to dry. I usually wouldn’t be so courteous to our captors, but I just loved the pantyhose so much, I didn’t want to treat them carelessly.
I toweled off and sat down on the counter to stretch the new pairs onto my legs. They were just as amazing as the last. I pulled them both way up until they were right beneath my tits. I stepped into the leotard. They had provided us with the same style leotards as last time, except they were a bit shinier now, and they had gloves built in seamlessly at the end of the sleeves.. I once again had to pull as hard as I could to get it wedged up inside of me enough to get the arms on. I slipped my hands into the sleeves and down into the gloves at the end. At first I felt kind of childish like I was wearing footie pajamas for a kid, but as I got my hands down into the gloves, I found that it was amazing. They fit perfectly on my hands, not a wrinkle to be found. The fabric was so soft and tight, it really was wonderful. Jas was waiting for me, and I zipped her tightly inside of her own leotard. She zipped me in mine, and I was back in heaven. The soft and tight feel of the whole skin tight outfit was amazing.
“Wow,” I said.
“I know,” she replied, “I’ve never been this tightly ensconced in my clothing before. These gloves are amazing as well.”
“All right we’re almost out of time” I said, “Lets go.”
“Wait,” hissed Jas, “We can’t walk out of here with out our gags on, they’ll know we found a way to unlock them, and I’m sure they’ll search us and the bathroom until they figure out how we did it. We have to put them back in.”
“You’re right,” I said.
Jas walked over to the counter and grabbed the ball gag I had been wearing. She handed it to me. With some effort I managed to pop the ball in behind my teeth and buckled it behind my head.
“That won’t do,” said Jas, “It was way tighter than that when they put them on us. If they see that it’s looser, they’ll know that something is up. Come here.”
I turned so she could reach the strap in back. She popped it back open and yanked hard on the strap wedging the ball deep in my mouth. I moaned quietly.
“There, that ought to do it,” she said, clipping the lock back onto my gag, “Now do me.”
She forced the ball into her mouth, and tightly buckled the strap behind her.
“Mmph,” she said looking at me indignantly.
Oh all right I thought, and pulled it in even harder. Jas nodded, finally satisfied. I clicked the lock back on her and we turned together to face the door. One minute later it opened to reveal Steve and Joe waiting for us.
They ushered us back into the bedroom area of the suite. It turned out that while we had been in the bathroom, room-service had stopped by and provided us with a meal. It turned out to be pizza. As far as kidnapers go these guys really didn’t seem to be half bad, as long as you could put aside the ridiculously stringent bondage. We quickly discovered that we apparently weren’t allowed to feed ourselves though. We were each pulled over to the dining room table and sat down at a chair.
Steve quickly lashed my soft gloved hands behind me with rope. Then, without hesitation, he tied my elbows tight together as well. In no time, he had me tied up exactly the way that I had seen my mother tied up this morning, minus the heels. It was intense. It was my first experience being tied up with rope. I have to say I like the straps, but there was something much more damsel in distressy about being tied up with yards and yards of rope. He didn’t leave me with much wiggle room. My feet were pulled far underneath the chair and suspended off the ground where they were attached to my ankles. This would have pulled my waist forward if not for how tightly my thighs were tied to the chair and that I was pulled back by my crotchrope. I couldn’t budge my upper body from the chair back even an inch. On the whole though, for the first time my hands and fingers were actually free to move around and I could wiggle my feet and toes. I took full advantage of this as Steve unlocked and removed my gag (without an ounce of suspicion I might add) and started feeding me pizza.
It was the best dinner I have ever had. I never would have thought being bound and gagged all day could make you this hungry, but I was famished. Steve said that I had to eat at least 2 pieces and I managed a third without any issue. When I was finally done he had me swish some fluoride/mouthwash stuff in my mouth and actually brushed my teeth with a toothbrush. Then without saying a word he shoved a big squishy ball back in my mouth and wrapped it in using the micro-foam tape just as he had done before. I mmphed in indignation at him. Looking across the table, I watched as Jas was getting the same treatment.
“All right girls, settle in for a bit, Joe and I have some things that we need to get done in preparation for tomorrow,” said Steve, “We’ll be back in about two hours. There is a lock on the door that we installed ourselves so housekeeping can’t get in, even if they have the normal key for the door.”
Joe tipped my chair backwards, startling me and dragged me into the living room, so the chair was sitting on carpet. If I pulled really hard, I could just scrape my hosed toes on the soft white threads. Jas was placed about five feet in front of me, next to the couch. I was right in front of the TV with my back to it.
Joe and Steve left the room, I could hear the click of the lock as they exited. Jas and I stared at each other. I wiggled around in the chair feeling what room I had to maneuver. I could wiggle my toes and my hands and that was about it. I tried to pull my butt off the seat, but I was secured fast. When I tugged down on my feet it pulled my arms down further and tightened my crotchrope. I could barely move my chest from side to side. not only was I tied tightly back to the chair, but I also was centered in it so I couldn’t move from side to side. I didn’t really see any hope of getting out, even if I had two hours to work at it. Jas was finding herself in much the same situation across from me. She appeared to have a little more give on her ankles, but that was about it. We stared across at each other.
It really is a strange thing to be tied up together with someone. In the van we had been tied up next to each other but having been blindfolded we were each in our own separate world. Right now we were directly facing each other, looking at a mirror image of ourselves. We couldn’t talk to each other, our gags were much too comprehensive to allow something like that. It is really strange to be in a room with someone staring directly at them, yet be completely unable to communicate. It was all we could do to get an mmph across the room, much less make the other understand us. Trying to signal to other guests in the hotel seemed all but impossible.
It was one of the most frustrating yet liberating things to have your freedom taken away like this. It was frustrating obviously because in every other situation I had ever been in in my life, if I had been sitting in this chair and wanted to leave, I simply would have done so. If I had wanted to pick up the phone and call some one I could do it. Instead, there was no way I could itch my head if I had wanted to, no way I could cross my legs or adjust my pantyhose, much less get up and move around. On the other hand, it was freeing because I had absolutely no responsibilities right now. Someone would have to come and get me and take care of me because there was absolutely no way that I could do it myself. I stared over at Jas and watched her breasts lift and sink as she slowly breathed in and out. There was nothing I could do other than that. I wish that the bastards had at least left the TV on for us, otherwise it was going to be a long two hours.
It’s funny how twins work, because just as I thought this to myself, Jas glanced over at the remote on the end table. She struggled and wiggled in her bondage some more, and amazingly actually seemed to be making some progress. I don’t know what they had done wrong, but somehow the rope tying her legs underneath her didn’t seem to be tied right. She now had the balls of her hosed feet firmly on the ground. She also seemed to be working on the rope with her hands because she would tug her feet back off the ground underneath her and then pull them forward again having gained an inch or two. She got all the way to the point that her feet were almost straight in front of her, so her knees were now only bent at a 90 degree angle and then something pulled free and she could kick her legs all the way out. Now neither of us were tall, so she definitely couldn’t get flat footed on the ground, but she was at least able to touch on her tippie toes. Jas made her first attempt at moving the chair. It didn’t go well. She gave a big heave and it just stayed right where it was. If they had left us on the wood floor in the kitchen she could have moved with ease, but on this carpet it was a different matter entirely.
She tried again but this time planted her toes on the ground and tried to actually make the whole chair jump. Success! She moved about an inch to her left. She kept at this, slowly moving bit by bit closer to the end table. It took nearly five minutes and I could see beads of sweat breaking out on her face, but she managed to move the foot and a half to the table so that the remote was right behind her. Now was the tricky part, her hands were below the level of the remote. I had no idea how she was going to do it. Somehow she managed to hop forward so her weight was on her toes and the back legs of the chair were off the ground. This lifted up her hands and she just managed to get her gloved fingers around the remote.
Jas pushed back so she was on the four legs of the chair and started trying to manipulate the remote behind her back with her hands tied. She managed to get it on and soon found the button to change the channel. Before long we were just a couple of girls veggin’ out watching TV, except for the extraordinarily tight bondage we were in. Unfortunately, I had actually been positioned right in front of the TV with my back facing it, so I was both in the way of Jas and I couldn’t see it myself without twisting my neck.
I tried to get some extra room on my ankle rope as well, but it wasn’t budging. My tiny feet were pulled up tight underneath me. I tried to hop like Jas did but it was completely without results. Being that I couldn’t really move my body, I couldn’t get any momentum, so I certainly couldn’t hop around. I was once again trying to do anything at all in the way of movement, when I hear Jas mmph loudly.
Looking over at her I saw that she had dropped the remote, which wasn’t good because we were now stuck on a channel that appeared to be having a man vs. wild marathon. There was only so much of this guy’s weird accent that I could take. Jas appeared to feel the same way because she was desperately reaching for the remote now on the ground. It was just out of the reach of her toes. She was stretching for it with all she had. She was so close. Thats when she made the mistake. She tried to hop closer to it but put her legs the wrong direction which overbalanced her and sent her crashing to the floor on her side.
Jas gasped on the ground for breath. It was clear she had had the wind knocked out of her, and the enormous mouth filling gag wasn’t helping with that. Luckily our arms had been tied over the chair back and she had landed on her side. If she had landed on her arm she could have done some serious damage to herself. Finally she seemed to catch her breath on the ground. It was infuriating for me to be completely unable to help what with how tightly I was bound. In her current position the control was now completely out of reach. She had no choice but to wait it out with me until our captors came back. It didn’t look like she’d be spending the next hour or so very comfortable. She was tied so tightly to the chair that even though it was lying on the ground she still wasn’t actually touching the ground other than with her feet. She was still tightly tied directly in the middle of the chair, a couple of inches from either side.
Jas seemed to have just given up and decided to wait it out. We spent the next hour or so as far as I could tell like this before Steve and Joe came back. All I know is that I sat with my back turned to more than one episode of Man vs. Wild and it appeared that he may have stored and then drank his own pee inside a snake.
We heard the click at the door and I turned and watched as Steve entered first. I was actually glad they were here. It had been a long day and I was ready to get into a bed or at least some sort of prone position so that I could sleep, I was completely exhausted.
“Now what happened here?” asked Steve. I was afraid of this. I had no idea what they were going to do to Jas when they saw her like this when they got back.
“You just don’t know how to behave yourself do you?”
At this point Joe came in the door as well.
“What do you think we should do about this Joe?” asked Steve.
“I think she needs to be taught a lesson,” replied Joe. He then slowly looked up at me, “And you’re going to be the one to teach it to her,” he said.
Jas struggled on the ground, and mmphed frantically. All I could do was sit terrified of what was going to happen next.
“If you can’t behave yourself,” said Steve to Jas, “Then your sister is going to pay for it. You just sit right there while we get her ready for bed.”
They began to untie me from the chair, halfway through I felt a little sting at my neck and saw Joe pull away with a syringe. I quickly began to lose control throughout my body.
“That is so we can get you prepared properly,” he said menacingly, “We’re only given a few of these, so we don’t like to use them. Only supposed to be done in situations where the subject is going to be particularly disruptive. I think this would be one of those times.”
My entire body was slowly going limp; I could feel myself losing the ability to move. They released me completely from the chair and laid me face down on the ground, limp as a rag doll. Jas was mmphing frantically next to me. I could see her eyes getting huge as they unzipped my leotard and stripped it off my body. I couldn’t see what was happening, but Jas seemed to get particularly unsettled by something that was going on above us.
Suddenly my pantyhose were pulled down exposing my tight little ass. I felt something touching my butt and realized what was about to happen in horror. The lubed up plug was making its way into my asshole. I felt something enormous loaded into my ass filling me and leaving me extremely uncomfortable. I wanted to scream and thrash on the ground, but all I could do was lie there. Once that plug was in all the way, I felt pressure again at my pussy. I couldn’t see it happening, but I could only imagine the size of it by the look in Jasmine’s eyes. I felt my pussy stretching open and a huge dildo being pushed deeply inside of me, leaving me nearly bursting at the seams. Once it was all the way in, Joe and Steve pulled my pantyhose all the way back up so they were just under my tits and then wrestled me back into the leotard, having some trouble with my hands as they didn’t seem to be cooperating. It was only just in time, because I could feel that I was getting some control back in my body, and I was ready to give them the fight of my life.
It seems that it was not to be though. Once I was zipped up, they pulled my hands behind my back and quickly slipped them back in the sheath, tightly binding my wrists and elbows together. They then leaned my back against the couch and began putting shoes on my feet. Boots were really the more appropriate term, but they were like no boots I had ever worn. While I was still gaining control of my body, they each quickly slipped one of my hosed feet into one and began lacing them up. Each boot was made of leather and went all the way up to just below my knee and laced almost the whole length of the boot. The unique part about them was that they forced my toe into a perfect en pointe stance and the 8 inch heel in the back seemed to be there to assure that I wouldn’t be able to be relieved from it.
Finally my feet were laced into them and I was carried over to a pole in the adjacent bedroom. The sheath on my arms was quickly undone then redone so that my arms would be trapped behind the pole. They then began to tightly buckle my ankles, my knees and my thighs together and then buckled me to the pole as well at all these points, as well as straps directly around my pointed feet. I was now fully supporting my body weight on my tightly strapped together feet which were pointing at a severe angle straight down. All my weight was on my poor little toes. By the time that they had fully strapped me to the pole I had regained control over my body. In addition to that, the drug appeared to have desensitized me some, because I now felt the full extent of the dildos that they had shoved inside of me. I have never felt that ridiculously full in my entire life, and there was nothing that I could do to get them out.
Having strapped me to the pole I thought they would be finished, but instead they decided to secure me further. They took a roll of plastic wrap and began to slowly wrap me to the pole. This was an interesting feeling because every wrap they made just felt like an increase in pressure on my body as a whole not at all the way a strap or a rope feels. I was simply being cocooned. They started at my ankles and worked their way up, which was good because each wrap ended up lifting my body just a bit, taking some of the strain off my poor feet. Soon I was wrapped from head to toe in a thin layer of plastic wrap.
Again I thought they were going to be done but instead they began taping over the top of the wrap with wide black electrical tape at all the points where they had buckled the straps on. To finish, they deafened me with ear plugs and then they took two rolls of vet wrap and wrapped my head and then wrapped my head to the pole. It tightly pulled back at my gag, making it even more effective if that is possible, and further silenced any noise that I was able to hear, until I was in the most solitary confinement that could possibly be envisioned. I felt a slap on my ass signaling to me that they were done.
This was bondage. This was once again bondage to a degree that I didn’t know existed. Complete sensory deprivation. With all the layers of wrap and tape and straps underneath, I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear except for a dull buzzing in my ears. I was unable to make a sound because of the huge gag in my mouth and above all, I truly was incapable of moving.
To think that bondage could be torture was not something that I had considered yet. But this was as close to torture as I have ever experienced. Not that it was wholly unpleasant. Granted my feet were being strained and the dildos weren’t that great, but the bondage was almost something that was becoming a fact of life. What was most detrimental to my state of mind was the complete helplessness I felt. In all the other times I had been tied up, I still had my own way of experiencing the world, now I had nothing. I could breathe and that was it. Every freedom had been taken from me, so that I had nothing left. Even my sense of time was completely gone. A minute could have been ten, an hour could be a day. I had no sense of reality left. There was only the all constricting bondage and the hope that one day, I would be free again, but even that wanes away after a time. When you go so long without being able to make any movement of your own, you begin to forget what it is like to move a finger, to wave your hand, or cross your legs.
I won’t go into what that night was like. I did at some point fall asleep, but I had dreams the likes of which I have never experienced before. Dreams that convinced me of the reality and eternity of my bondage, dreams that I would never be free again. By the end, as I finally heard the sound of tape being removed, I had forgotten that there was an existence outside of my prison.
I was almost completely unaware as my body was slowly released. I almost didn’t even realize that I had the ability to move again as I was finally released from my bondage and lay there in just my pantyhose and leotard on the ground. I felt exposed somehow. Even in the tight pantyhose and leotard, it seemed like I was bare to the air with no skin. The wrap and tape had been so tight and so long on my skin, that it had ended up seeming like a part of me. A horrible ghastly part that I desperately wanted to remove, but now that it was gone, I felt like an exposed nerve or a chipped tooth in cold air.
I was lifted onto a hard surface and sat next to a tightly bound figure that I slowly began to recognize as my sister. I managed to move my head to her and I could see tears in her eyes. I managed to shake my head at her, begging her not to blame herself. Though I must say, I knew from that moment that Jas would never put another hosed toe out of line for fear of what might happen to me. We were broken, the both of us.

Re: Bondage Games Part 2

Postby drawscore » Sun Jun 09, 2013 3:51 pm

Ahhh, gawd, I've said this so many #$@*^% times: LINE SPACE BETWEEN PARAGRAPHS!!!

Drawscore

Re: Bondage Games Part 2

Postby alpha1 » Fri Aug 16, 2013 8:09 am

Great story more please more. What happened to the mother?