## A Binding Contract (mmmf)

Post by Jack Roper » Tue Nov 04, 2014 7:02 pm

http://www.boundstories.net/storiesad/b ... tract.html
This is a great story posted on Gromet's Plaza by the writer, Steve Spandex. I found it wonderfully written and could easily fantasize a male version of the "victim" being in that predicament.
Enjoy!

### Re: A Binding Contract (mmmf)

Post by Jack Roper » Tue Dec 16, 2014 11:10 am

Steve Spandex has written another wonderful story on Gromet's Plaza, which I attach. I have no way of letting him know I appreciate his writings so I hope he does not mind my spreading them more widely on this site.
JR
http://www.selfbound.net/storiesek/inatightspot.html

### Ever Increasing Bondage

Post by Jack Roper » Sun Jan 11, 2015 6:57 pm

Here's another one of Steve Spandex's stories from Gromet's Plaza. I have, however, edited the ending because I personally feel it goes way too far for this site. if you know what I mean.
If you must, look it up on Gromet's. Enjoy!
JR
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Ever Increasing Bondage
by Steve Spandex
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Storycodes: FF/f; bond; ropes; gag; nylons; encase; cocoon; tape; wrap; mum; bfold; sleepsack; darlex; straps; casket; buried; stuck; mast; climax; cons/reluct; XX
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Ever Increasing Bondage Steve Spandex FF/f; bond; ropes; gag; nylons; encase; cocoon; tape; wrap; mum; bfold; sleepsack; darlex; straps; casket; buried; stuck; mast; climax; cons/reluct; XX
The notion of being tied up had always held a strange fascination for Lauren, although until now her curiosity had lain dormant within her. Now, however, when the hint of an opportunity to actually participate arose, something stirred within her & she found herself desperately hoping that she was going to be able to experience firsthand something that had so far been merely a flight into fantasy.
The nineteen year old slim, attractive brunette was staying the weekend at the home of two of her old school friends, Jade & Jasmine. Their parents were away for a few days, so the identical twins had invited Lauren to stay over until Monday at their house in the country. Not so much a house really, as a small mansion, with old creaking stairs, rambling corridors, cellars, an attic, & more rooms than Lauren had ever bothered to count. The house was set in several acres of its own grounds & boasted an orchard & a walled garden. Reached only by a long driveway from the road, the idyllic setting was peaceful, isolated & secluded.
****
Saturday 8:30 am:
Lauren, Jade & Jasmine were sitting eating breakfast in the kitchen. They had been discussing what they were going to do this bright spring day, although so far had failed to come up with any definite plans. Lauren had just got up to pour herself another cup of tea, when she happened to notice, laying on the floor under a chair in the corner, two lengths of white rope, neatly coiled. She hadn’t noticed them there before, so casually enquired as to their purpose.
“Oh, those are just for a hobby that Jade & I indulge in every so often. No need to worry yourself about them.”
Lauren was intrigued, however, & decided to delve deeper.
“What sort of hobby?”
The twins glanced at each other with looks that seemed to say ‘should we tell her or not?’ The unvoiced answer seemed to be that they would.
“Well it’s like this Lauren. Do you remember us talking about our Great Uncle Harry who passed away a couple of years ago now?”
Lauren did vaguely recall some mention of him, although Jasmine & Jade’s family seemed to be blessed with such a plethora of strange, eccentric characters, that she couldn’t remember much detail about him.
“Was he the magician?”
“That’s right. He travelled around the country in various fairs & circuses with his stage act. And part of his repertoire involved escapology. Although neither of us ever saw him perform, he would tell us about how he would tightly tie up his glamorous assistant – who later became his wife – with ropes, shut her in a coffin & screen this from view behind a curtain. Seconds later, he would pull the screen back & to the amazement & great delight of the audience, she would be standing there as free as a bird. Anyway, to cut a long story short, when we were young he would visit every so often when he wasn’t touring, & he would teach us how to tie various knots & hitches. He taught us not only how to tie someone up, but also how to escape if we ever found ourselves in a situation like that.”
“And ever since then we’ve both become fascinated by escapology.” interjected Jade, “And every so often, we tie each other up & try to escape from whatever bonds the other puts us in. Our parents don’t approve though – they think it’s dangerous - so we have to keep the whole thing a secret from them.”
Lauren had been listening intently to what her friends had been saying, it gradually dawned on her that her heart was beating faster & she realised that the thought of being tied up was stirring something within her. She tried to ignore these feelings, but as the twins continued with their tale, the sensation steadily increased in intensity.
“So what we do now,” Jasmine chimed in, “is we have a thing that we call our ‘Escape Challenge’. We each take it in turns to tie each other up as tightly as we can. So, for example, if I was to tie Jade up now, I would then leave her for one hour to try to escape. If she can get out of her bonds, then that’s fine: end of the game. But if she can’t, I’m allowed to add more ropes & ligatures then leave her for another hour. Then, if she still can’t release herself, I add even more restraints, & so on.”
“It gives us an incentive to escape,” piped up Jade, “otherwise we keep getting tied up ever more tightly & securely. As Jasmine said, Uncle Harry knew all about how to tie ropes, & he was a great teacher & passed on all his knowledge to us. Without wishing to sound boastful, I think it’s fair to say that we’re both pretty good at tying each other up now.”
“But equally, we’re both good at getting free,” continued Jasmine, “so we have to keep trying to come up with more secure & inescapable bonds to keep each other in check. And that’s the problem for us now, because almost anything that one of us comes up with, the other manages to get out of. Last night, for instances, after you’d gone to bed, Jade tied me up good & tight & left me in the cellar. I was in a really strict hog-tie & I was beginning to think that I wasn’t going to escape within the allotted time, but after about fifty minutes or so I managed to break free. Much to Jade’s frustration, I hasten to add, as she was looking forward to adding more restraints & keeping me captive all night. You can still see the marks now.”
Jasmine held out her arms & Lauren could see the remnants of rope marks ingrained on her wrists, even after all these hours. She had no real idea what a strict hog-tie was, but the way Jasmine had spoken made it sound exciting.
“I’ll tell you what Lauren, would you like us to give you a demonstration of what we get up to? It’s my turn to tie Jade up this time.”
Lauren tried to sound as noncommittal as she could, but deep down she felt a massive surge of arousal at all this talk of tying people up. She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.
“Okay, if you like.”
Jasmine got up to retrieve the ropes, but suddenly she seemed to have a brainwave. She stopped & turned back towards Lauren.
“Unless, of course, you’d like to try a stint at being tied up Lauren?”
Lauren was now faced with a huge dilemma. On the one hand, she didn’t want to appear too eager to accept this chance to try out an activity that she was clearly being drawn to. But on the other, she didn’t – couldn’t – simply let this golden opportunity pass her by.
“Well, alright, but remember I’ve never tried this sort of thing before.”
“Don’t worry Lauren,” Jasmine reassured her as she picked up the two coils of rope, “we’ll go easy on you to start with.” Then as an afterthought she added “It will be fun having someone new to play with.”
9 am:
After a brief discussion, it was decided that, as Lauren was an escapological novice, she wouldn’t be tied up in the dark, dank cellar, but instead would be afforded the luxury of being allowed to lie on a bed for her initiation into the world of bondage.
The grandfather clock in the hall struck the hour just as the trio began to ascend the stairs. As they neared the top, Lauren felt a shiver run down her spine, although whether this was born out of fear or anticipation she wasn’t certain. Probably a combination of the two she decided. Jade led the way to the guest room that Lauren had been assigned for the weekend, with her twin & Lauren following closely. Each twin carried one of the lengths of rope.
“Okay Lauren, slip your shoes off & sit on the edge of the bed.”
Lauren pushed back the bedclothes that were still lying in a dishevelled mass from her night’s sleep & complied with Jade’s request.
The twins now swung into action, with Jasmine kneeling at Lauren’s feet, whilst Jade jumped on the bed behind her. Lauren’s hands were gently pulled back behind her & placed together palm to palm, whilst her ankles were held side by side. Simultaneously the ropes began to encircle her, loosely at first but then tightening sharply as they made their first circuit of her wrists & ankles. Three times each rope passed around her limbs, before the ends were cinched & the bonds became tighter still. As if they had deliberately synchronised their efforts, both girls finished their work at the same time with secure knots. Lifting Lauren’s feet upwards, Jasmine swung them onto the bed, whilst Jade bade her lie down on her back. They then stood up & backed off, but with their eyes fixed on their now helpless friend.
A quick pull on her wrist bonds told Lauren that getting free was not going to be an easy task. Her ankles, too, seemed well & truly tethered.
“Okay Lauren, you’ve got until ten o’clock to escape from those ropes, or we’ll be back to make things a bit more difficult for you. I think we’ve been pretty lenient. If it was Jasmine that I had been tying up now, she’d have been far more restricted in her movements than you are. Good luck.”
“And try to enjoy yourself.” Jasmine added.
And with that they were gone, closing the bedroom door behind them.
Lauren rolled over onto her side & tested the rope around her wrists. Trying to pull either wrist out of the binding proved impossible, & the knot that held the whole thing in place proved elusive to her stretching fingers. Prising her feet free of her ankle bonds also proved a fruitless mission, as this bond too held her firmly within its restrictive grip. But Lauren didn’t care about that. The ropes were tight & secure, but not uncomfortably so & she would, she now realised, have been disappointed if she could have simply slipped out of them. In fact, the whole experience was causing strange but wonderful sensations to course through her & she found that, the more she wriggled & struggled, the greater the intensity of these feelings. It was a delightful situation to be in; tied & helpless, yet safe in the knowledge that she was in good hands & would come to no harm.
As she wriggled & writhed on the mattress, she found herself trying to guess exactly what Jade & Jasmine had planned for her when they returned. Whatever it was, Lauren was certain that it would be more restrictive than her current plight. And if this first taste of being tied up was anything to go by, she was in for a treat. She found herself smiling at the prospect of having her bonds added to. And with a sigh of contentment, she lay back on the bed & waited with anticipation for her friends’ return.
10 am:
Only a minute or two after the clock downstairs had struck it’s reminder of the passing hour, the bedroom door opened & in walked the raven-haired twins. From her prone position, Lauren noticed that Jasmine was carrying a large hold-all bag.
“Well, Jade, looks like our prisoner failed her first challenge. I guess we weren’t as easy going on her as we thought.”
“Maybe she likes being tied up, Jasmine. She doesn’t look too distressed to me.”
Lauren was in two minds as to whether she should admit to enjoying her bondage, or whether she should put up some show of defiance. After all, admitting you liked being tied up was a bit embarrassing, wasn’t it? But if she took the latter course of action, would they take pity on her & let her go? She certainly didn’t want that at the moment. And the fact that she giggled when Jade made the remark about her enjoying herself was probably a bit of a giveaway.
Jasmine unzipped the bag & produced three lengths of rope similar in appearance to those already in use. Once again, Lauren was manoeuvred into a sitting position on the edge of the bed & the twins got down to business with the ropes. This time it was Jade who attended to Lauren’s legs; securing in quick succession a tightly cinched rope just below her knees, then another just above. While this was happening, Lauren found her elbows being forced into as close proximity to each other as Jasmine could manage, before a tight rope was wound, cinched & knotted around them.
Once more she was lain out on the soft mattress & given a few seconds to test these new restraints. She had never realised until now just how supple her arms were, but now she found that her elbows were almost touching each other & couldn’t be parted, no matter how hard she strained. The latest addition to the bonds on her lower limbs, she discovered, also significantly curtailed any thoughts she might entertain of using her legs for standing or locomotion.
Having momentarily observed their captive’s struggles, Lauren was expecting to see the backs of Jasmine & Jade, as they left her to her own devices for another hour. They had, however, one more surprise up their sleeves before departing. From out of the bag, Jasmine pulled what looked like a pair of tights that had been neatly wrapped up into a ball. She came & sat down on the bed beside the bound woman.
“You seem very calm Lauren. We were expecting you to be begging to be released by now.”
Lauren laughed & felt herself blush.
“Actually, I’m quite comfortable here. I really don’t mind being tied up at all. In fact I’m quite enjoying it, in a weird sort of way.”
Jade & Jasmine exchanged glances.
“In some ways that’s great, Lauren, but in others we’re a bit disappointed. You see, we had this gag all ready to use on you, to stop you protesting about being tied up further. It would be a shame to waste it though, so if you’ll just open your mouth for me...”
Lauren found herself submissively obeying, as Jasmine brought the tights up to her mouth & gently but firmly slid them past her lips & into the cavity beyond her teeth. As she was ensuring that the soft ball was in position, Lauren happened to glance over Jasmine’s shoulder to where Jade was peeling the end away from a reel of grey duct tape. Seconds later, this was being placed over her now filled mouth & smoothed down onto her cheeks. Then, with Jasmine lifting Lauren’s long brown hair out of the way, Jade wound the tape around their prisoner’s head & brought it back around to her mouth, before repeating the procedure a further four times & finally ripping the tape from the spool. Both girls now pressed the grey strips down onto her flesh until satisfied that the whole mass was stuck firmly & securely.
“Okay Lauren, that should keep you quiet for a while. I know you said you were enjoying the whole experience, but don’t forget that you do need to try to escape, or you’ll end up in even more trouble when we come back in an hour’s time.”
The closing door was Lauren’s cue to really see how securely her bondage had been administered. And to her delight, she found that she was really now in no position whatsoever to get herself free. It seemed that the more helpless she became, the greater the pleasure. And the gag was the icing on the cake. Awkwardly, she rolled onto her side & gazed absentmindedly at the wardrobe on the far side of the room. Then she had an idea. The wardrobe door had a large mirror on it. Wouldn’t it be a good idea to take a look at herself in all her bound up glory? With great difficulty, she managed to swing her legs over the edge of the bed & sit up, before shuffling along the mattress until she was in line with the mirror. From her sedentary position, however, she found that she was able to see the top half of her body but not her legs. In order to get a full view of herself, she realised, she would need to be standing up.
The process of getting to her feet was a greater trial than Lauren had imagined, but after two failed attempts she found herself balancing precariously by the edge of the bed. The image that now stared back at her was of a slim young woman wearing leopard-print tights on slender legs, which had been bound with white rope in three places. Further up, the tights disappeared under cut-off denim shorts that barely reached down to her thighs. Above the waist she was attired in a tightly fitting but too short white t-shirt, that not only exposed much bare flesh at her midriff, but also served to show off - in collaboration with the unnatural way the elbow bond forced her shoulders back - her firm rounded breasts. Above this, her now tangled & tousled brown hair cascaded around her shoulders, with the bottom half of her face & head completely invisible under a sea of grey tape.
But that was just the front view. What she really craved was a look at her bound arms. Carefully shuffling around the necessary 180 degrees, she turned & craned her head back over her shoulder, to view elbows held in close proximity to each other &, lower down, wrists securely stymied by tightly coiled rope.
Twisting around whilst balancing precariously on closely bound feet, however, proved to be Lauren’s downfall... literally. Still gazing awkwardly over her shoulder, she felt herself begin to sway & automatically tried to rectify the situation by shuffling her feet to regain her balance. This was a grave error, & with a muffled squeal she found herself hurtling downwards face first. Luckily, the soft bedding broke her fall. But despite the shock, Lauren found herself laughing uncontrollably at her mishap. The fall had brought home to her just how immobilised she actually was, & she found herself becoming even more aroused by her whole predicament. She rolled over onto her back again & began playfully pulling on her leg ropes, to see if the sudden movement had loosened any of them. It hadn’t.
But then a strange phenomenon occurred. As she toyed with her leg bonds, it was almost as if the constant rubbing together of her tights generated the build up of a static electrical charge, which suddenly & violently manifested itself in a current of energy which surged through her with such force that her whole body visibly jolted. A low moan of pleasure escaped from behind her gag. She found herself becoming wet between her legs & desperately wanted to touch herself down there, but her hands were useless in this respect. Then she hit on a plan. Grabbing the waistband of her shorts with her fingers, she pulled them upwards into her crotch as far as they would go & began rhythmically jerking back & forth. Moments later, her orgasm exploded in her. For several minutes she kept this motion going until, exhausted but elated, she relaxed back into the mattress.
She lay there motionless but contented for a while, her mind reeling. If anyone had said to her yesterday that she would find herself helplessly bound & gagged today... & enjoying every minute of it, she would never have believed them. Yet here she was in that exact situation. And all she could do was lie there in a state of high expectancy, to see what the twins had in store for her next.
And with thoughts like these running through her head, she found her eyelids becoming heavy, & within minutes she was in a deep, contented sleep.
11 am:
When she once more opened her eyes, Lauren’s gaze was returned by two almost identical faces staring back at her.
“Hello Lauren. Hope you enjoyed your sleep. Unfortunately, it looks like you neglected the most crucial part of the Escape Challenge, & that is to try to escape from your bonds. There’s a clue in the name if you think about it.”
“So,” Jasmine now took over “we’re left with no alternative but to restrain you to a greater degree.”
Jade grabbed Lauren’s shoulders & began manoeuvring her up into a sitting position, & as she was doing so, Lauren noticed that neither of them seemed to have brought any more ropes with them, but that there were now two pairs of sheer black tights lying beside her on the bed. In her hands, Jasmine held a third pair, & she was busy scrunching one of the legs up, as if she was about to put them on. But why would she be doing that? It took Lauren’s brain, still slightly befuddled by sleep, a few more seconds to comprehend the twins’ intentions.
She watched as Jasmine sat down beside her & began to insert both of her already bound feet into one leg of the tights. Working quickly now, Jasmine eased the clinging mesh over Lauren’s bound ankles, up her calves, over her knee ropes & onward to her thighs. At this point, Jade stood their captive up & held her there, whilst her sister continued the upward journey of the thin yielding material over her hips & up to her waist. Lauren could only gaze down in amazement as the whole lower half of her being was now encased in the extremely tight stretch fabric, with the other, unused leg of the tights being wrapped around her & secured with a knot.
Sitting their victim down again, Lauren had no visual knowledge of the girls’ next action, as it took place behind her. But with Jade holding her arms away from her back, she anticipated correctly what was to come, as she felt the leg of another pair of tights being slipped over her hands & gently eased up her arms & over her shoulders. Unlike the pair now encasing her legs, however, the twins had already planned a use for the second leg of this pair.
It was a tight fit, but somehow or other Jasmine managed to stretch what was normally the waistband of the tights up over Lauren’s head & began guiding the still empty leg over her long flowing hair & down her face. Lauren’s vision blurred somewhat, as the descending mesh continued over her nose & gagged mouth, then down passed her chin to her neck. They made no attempt to force her head right down into the foot of the tights, however, but simply tied a knot in the remainder at the top of her head, to stop it flapping around.
But although her limbs were now encased in slender avenues of silky soft fabric, the twins still hadn’t finished. Taking the final pair of tights, Jade now eased one leg of these over Lauren’s already covered head & pulled it down over her shoulders & torso, until it reached her waist. Whilst that was happening, Jasmine explained that they had bought several pairs of these extra large tights specifically with the intention of using them in encasement bondage.
Extra large or not, with both limbs forced into a sheath designed to merely house one, the tights lived up to their name in holding her in a tight constricting grip. But despite this, Lauren found her excitement levels rising once again. Why being rendered ever more helpless was doing this to her, she had no idea. But the simple equation was that, if she had been unable to escape before, then her encasement in what amounted to a second skin of nylon & Lycra, was definitely not conducive to making things any easier for her. So why did this feel so right?
“That should keep you nice & tight, Lauren. I know how much you’re enjoying this whole thing, but this time you do need to make a concerted effort to get out. Otherwise things will really get out of hand. See you at 12 o’clock.”
Lifting her head & looking down her body, all Lauren could see, through the slight blur created by the mesh of two pairs of tights, was a limbless shape encased in a tight black sausage-skin like sheath. Briefly, she considered attempting a repeat performance of her ‘standing-up-&-looking-at-herself-in-the-mirror’ routine. But the latest additions to her bonds made standing even more precarious a feat than it had been before. And besides, her vision was now impeded to a certain extent, which would mean the image she observed wouldn’t be anything like as clear now. She therefore decided not to be too adventurous.
She considered Jade’s parting words, & for a minute or two entertained the idea that she should make much more of an effort to free herself. But the trouble was that she had no great desire to get away. The cocoon of the tights was extremely tight & restrictive, but also very comfortable & warm. And besides, she already knew that any escape attempt was doomed to failure from the start, so why bother? Best just to lay back, relax & savour the moment, she concluded. After all, this had to end soon didn’t it, as there seemed little more that could be done to further imprison her? And when that time came they would have to let her go, wouldn’t they?
Midday:
Lauren’s third hour as a prisoner finally came to a conclusion with the reappearance of her two friends. Lauren was expecting some remark to be made regarding her not having made any headway against her bonds, but no such comments were forthcoming. Jasmine was carrying what appeared to be a carrier bag in her hand, the contents of which she promptly emptied onto the bed. Although her vision was no longer perfect, Lauren watched as five rolls of grey tape – similar to that which held her gag in place – spilled onto the mattress; one of which rolled towards her & came to rest against her left thigh. Only then did either of them speak.
“Hi Lauren, glad to see you’re still here. I expect you can guess what all this is for, can’t you?”
Before Lauren had a chance to contemplate this latest development, Jasmine answered her sister’s question.
“Do you remember that project we did in school about ancient Egypt? Well we thought it might be fun to try a little experiment in mummification. And we hoped that maybe you’d be willing to help us out with this.”
It was apparent to Lauren straightaway that her willingness or otherwise was actually irrelevant, & that the twins already had their minds set on accomplishing this feat, regardless of her opinions. And really, there was nothing she could do about it anyway. Even so, she wasn’t too fazed by the whole thing; she’d been in captivity for three hours already, so one more wouldn’t hurt, would it?
As protest seemed futile, Lauren offered no resistance as the roll of tape made its first circuit of many around her bound & sheathed ankles. With Jade holding Lauren’s legs clear of the bed, Jasmine rapidly wound the strong grey tape up her calves towards her knees; making sure that, apart from her feet, every square inch of the her tights clad legs was covered. It took maybe two minutes before the first reel of tape was all spent, but by that time Lauren was encased almost to the tops of her thighs. Now Jasmine helped Lauren to her feet & held her upright while Jade took over taping duties, beginning from where the first reel had left off.
Far more than the tights had done, the applying of the tape over her hips, waist & midriff, as well as incorporating her arms into the bargain, caused a sensation of claustrophobia to overtake Lauren, & for the first time she felt a certain unease about this whole Escape Challenge game.
“I thought you said you would go easy on me.”
These were the words her vocal chords tried to utter, but the sound that emanated from her filled mouth came out ridiculously garbled. Miraculously, however, Jasmine seemed to get the drift of what she was trying to say.
“I think you’ll find that what I actually said was that we’d go easy on you TO START WITH. And that’s exactly what we did. You should have been able to get out of those first ropes easily enough, but you chose not to take advantage of our goodwill. So now your chance has gone & the rules of the game now allow us to do exactly as we please with you.”
By now, the tape had reached her breasts & Jade was just starting on the third reel. This quickly covered the rest of her upper torso. Once her shoulders were reached, instead of simply encircling her body, the circuits began to follow a more diagonal route; from her right shoulder, crossing her breasts down to below the left side of her rib-cage, then rising back behind her to the starting point, only for the process to repeat several more times. To maintain the symmetry, her left shoulder was soon to suffer a similar fate.
With her whole being from shoulders to ankles now covered in a sea of tightly bonded grey tape, the wrappings continued up her neck & over her chin, supplementing the identical tape that sealed her mouth beneath the tights. Once her mouth was covered, a gap was left around her nose & eyes, before the winding recommenced around her forehead. With the top of her head almost reached, Lauren assumed that the mummification process must now come to a conclusion.
But she should have known by now that Jasmine & Jade were nothing if not thorough, & she watched in shocked amazement as more tape found its way onto her tights-enmeshed skull, this time running in a vertical direction, beginning at the top of her head & then making its way down under her chin & back up the other side; restricting the movement of her jaw in the process. This operation was repeated several more times until her whole head, save for her nose & eyes, was encased in a makeshift helmet.
But even now the twins weren’t entirely happy with their handiwork. Lauren looked on helplessly as Jasmine cut a piece of tape around eight inches in length from the spool. The next few seconds seemed to pass in slow motion, as Lauren watched this strip looming larger & larger, until it was within an inch of her eyes. And then everything went black.
Lauren whimpered as her sight was removed from her. She bucked & writhed for a few seconds, but no one came to her aid. Instead, the twins bade her farewell with their now familiar promise to return in an hour’s time. The sound of the bedroom door closing was followed by silence.
Lauren found herself glad now that she had been encased in the tights, as these prevented the tape adhering directly onto her skin. She was especially grateful for the protection they afforded on her head, as having to extricate her hair – whenever her salvation eventually came – would have proved a painful & deeply distressing operation.
But there was very little else for her to be grateful for right now. The tape was far more restrictive than the tights had been, she soon discovered, as simple movements such as the bending of her knees were now almost impossible. Moreover, now that she couldn’t see, moving around on the bed would be a far more hazardous endeavour. How close to the edge was she? She had no idea, but the thought of plummeting over onto the hard floor held no great appeal. But worse than anything else was the fact that, now that her hands were immobilised within the tights & lashed to her back with tape, she could no longer grasp the waistband of her shorts & attempt to rekindle that glorious episode from this morning.
So, with all these factors taken into account, Lauren decided that the next time Jade & Jasmine returned, she would try to persuade them that they had had their fun & it was now time to set her free. They were her friends after all, so surely they wouldn’t continue to hold her against her will. At least that was her theory.
1 pm:
The opening of the bedroom door informed the sightless young female of the return of her friends-turned-captors just as the clock struck one. Immediately she sensed their presence, Lauren began to struggle; both to show that she was trapped beyond measure, & that she wanted out. And for a second or two she thought that it might be working, as she felt the strip of tape being peeled away from her eyes. Lauren blinked in the light & tried to focus on the scene before her. As always, she was greeted by Jade & Jasmine standing over her, the former having something black draped over her arm.
“Still stuck then Lauren? Bad luck. It looks like this is going to be a long day for you.”
Jasmine took hold of one end of the mystery object & together they laid it out on the bed beside Lauren’s prone form. Turning her head to one side as best she could – not an easy manoeuvre given the unyielding tape – she could see that this was what looked like an elongated sack of some description, & it didn’t take a genius to work out its intended purpose. Pulling back the zip that seemed to extend its entire length, Jasmine picked up Lauren’s feet & placed them in one end of the bag, before her sister helped her to lift the rest of their captive into the interior. The zipping up of the bags was almost instantaneous & gave Lauren no time to resist her inevitable envelopment in yet another layer of confinement. The sack, it turned out, was made of resilient stretch material that hugged her figure & compressed further her already cocooned form.
“No!! Let me out. Please don’t put me in anything else. I can’t get out of this!!”
This was Lauren’s plea for mercy, but her inability to articulate her needs & desires to two people who were set on accomplishing their task as swiftly as possible, meant that her cries were either misinterpreted or unheeded....or possibly both.
The zipping of the body bag over her face, to complete this latest affront to her liberty, caused the loudest scream yet to force its way into existence.
“Don’t worry Lauren, you won’t suffocate in there. The sack’s made of darlex, which is like spandex, but thicker & much more hard-wearing. You’ll be able to breathe without any problem.”
Porous enough to breathe through it might have been, but seeing through the dense mesh of the black fabric was impossible.
“So there you are Lauren, yet another layer to keep you out of mischief. You really are enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Yes, you really have taken to this whole bondage scene like a fish to water, haven’t you?” her sister continued.
Lauren tried to counter this argument by shaking her head & writhing around in her encasement as best she could, but her antics failed to stir any sympathy in the watching duo.
“Right Lauren, our lunch should be ready by now, so we’ll leave you to it.”
And once more Lauren found herself alone with her thoughts.
2 pm:
By the time Jade & Jasmine next entered the room, Lauren had come to a decision. It was no good, she realised, simply pleading to their better natures to let her go, she had to start being more forceful & demanding. So as soon as she heard the door opening, she shouted for all she was worth.
“LET ME OUT OF HERE!”
But the message now had to negotiate its way through a rolled up pair of tights, several circuits of tape, two layers of tights, more tape & a sleep-sack, before reaching the outside world.
There followed a few seconds of silence, during which Lauren wondered whether they had turned tail & abandoned her again. But then Jasmine finally spoke, & although her comments were meant for Lauren’s ears, they were actually addressed to her sister.
“Did you hear something just then Jade? I think Lauren might be trying to communicate with us. The trouble is I didn’t quite catch what she said. It could have been ‘let me out of here’, but on the other hand it might have been ‘leave me in here’. What do you think?”
“I think it was definitely the latter Jasmine. She seemed so content earlier, so I can’t see why she’d be asking to be let out. It would be a bit ungrateful of her anyway, after we’ve spent so much time & gone to all this trouble.”
“I think you’re probably right. And anyway, it would be a shame if we were to let her go when that wasn’t really what she wanted.”
Lauren felt her legs being lifted again, before something tightened to a significant degree around her ankles; a belt or strap, she guessed. Another similar fetter soon found its way around her thighs. Then a third that encircled her waist, followed by a fourth around her chest & upper arms. She squealed in anguish as each of these latest bonds was securely buckled to prevent them from slipping.
For a second or two, nothing more happened, & Lauren assumed that this was it for another hour. But she was wrong. Suddenly, the darlex fabric in the vicinity of her neck compacted around her throat & she felt something being tightened. At first she thought she was being strangled, but soon deduced that this was another strap - or more correctly a collar - which one of the twins was buckling securely into position.
As the sound of the duo retreating reached her ears, Lauren screamed.
“YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE ME HERE LIKE THIS!”
But they could.
And they did.
3 pm:
The straps, although tight & constricting, actually added very little to the overall state of the already inescapably bound young woman, & she spent most of the hour that followed in a state that combined fury with fear; fury that they were now seemingly unwilling to let her go, & fear as to how long this whole ordeal was going to go on for. So when the door opened again, she found herself telling the twins that she’d had enough of this game & they just had to let her go now. The twins, however, showed no sign of comprehending this message, let alone complying with her demands. In fact, they didn’t speak at all, but instead picked their prisoner up & began transporting her to... where?
Standing her up on her feet, Lauren felt herself being urged forward; a manoeuvre she was able to accomplish only in short jumping motions. Although she couldn’t see a thing, she sensed that she was being lead out of the door & along the landing, & this was confirmed when this strange procession reached the top of the stairs & they began easing her down one step at a time. The question “where are you taking me?” failed to illicit a response.
Once the ground floor was reached, Lauren was made to hop along the hallway & soon found herself in the kitchen. She worked this out by the feel of the floor, which until then had been carpet, but had now given way to cold tiles. Momentarily she found herself being lent up against something; probably one of the kitchen units. Then, without warning, the zip of the body bag was heard & her vision returned. But the sight that met her gaze was not in any way one that she would have wished to set eyes on; far from it, in fact. For lying open on the kitchen floor, with its lid beside it, was a solid oak coffin. Boasting a padded interior, the casket seemed to be about five & a half feet in length. The perfect fit for herself, Lauren thought grimly.
For the first time since their descent from the bedroom, Jasmine spoke.
“This was the coffin we were telling you about, that Uncle Harry used in his stage act. It’s been gathering dust in the cellar since he died. But we thought that we’d resurrect it today, just for our guest.”
The ‘guest’ at this point, decided that enough was enough. Although she knew that she wouldn’t get very far, she decided to make for the kitchen door. Two hops in the direction of the exit, however, & she stumbled & began to fall. Luckily, Jade was on hand to steady her.
“You are a feisty one, aren’t you Lauren? I think we’d better get you in the coffin before you hurt yourself.”
Lauren resisted as best she could, but quite simply, her best was no match for the twins, who within thirty seconds had her lying on her back within the walls of the box. As she’d guessed, there was very little space to move around in – even for a slim young woman like herself - with no more than an inch or so to spare on either side of her.
Jasmine now picked up the lid & held it up for Lauren’s inspection.
“You see this device on the top, Lauren? Well this works the mechanism that keeps the lid in place.”
She gave the knob a turn through 90 degrees & immediately, with a loud crack, bolts shot out at various points all around the perimeter.
“When the lid is shut, these bolts align with the holes around the rim, which results in total lockdown.”
Lauren desperately tried to lever herself up out of the coffin, but extricating herself without the use of her hands was never going to happen.
“Don’t worry, there’s a little hole here for you to breathe through, so you won’t suffocate.”
Jasmine leaned into the coffin & pulled the zip up over Lauren’s protesting face, & within a few seconds she felt the wooden board being placed over her. She tried to push upwards with her knees, but she guessed that the twins were probably sitting or standing on it to thwart her thrusting herself upwards. Then the sound of the bolts slotting into their appointed holes reverberated around the now sealed box, & Lauren knew all hope of halting her entombment was doomed to failure. From above, Jasmine or Jade – she could no longer tell which – was speaking again.
“In his stage show, it used to take Harry’s assistant about thirty seconds to get herself free from here. I’m guessing that it might take you slightly longer than that Lauren. The good news is that there’s a special mechanism that releases the lid from the inside.”
She paused briefly to let this revelation sink in.
“The bad news is that you have to pull a little lever down & rotate it to the right, & to operate it you would need to have your fingers free.”
Lauren responded to their taunts with a long pathetic whine, followed by pleas that she hoped would convey the message that she was deeply unhappy about being sealed in a coffin. But still there was no sign that the twins were about to relent.
“We’ve got a bit of work to do in the garden now Lauren, so we’ll see you in an hour or so.”

### Re: A Binding Contract (mmmf)

Post by gagfan867 » Sun Feb 15, 2015 9:58 am

Thanks for sharing these two stories, both are very well written. Really wish he had some more up on the website.

### Re: A Binding Contract (mmmf)

Post by Jack Roper » Tue Feb 17, 2015 1:33 pm

Steve Spandex has quite a few stories posted. here's a link to Gromet's Plaza, if you wish to read them.
http://www.selfbound.net/storiessz/unfo ... ances.html

### Re: A Binding Contract (mmmf)

Post by Matthewtheman » Sun Feb 22, 2015 10:43 am

Thanks for the links, I loved these stories.

### Re: A Binding Contract (mmmf)

Post by Jack Roper » Thu Apr 16, 2015 1:24 pm

Here is another Steve Spandex story, this time about quicksand--even comes with a video!
Gromet's Plaza Buried Stories
That Sinking Feeling
by Steve Spandex
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© Copyright 2015 - Steve Spandex - Used by permission
Storycodes: Solo-F; M/f; drug; kidnap; bond; gag; bfold; captive; escape; quicksand; stuck; sinking; rescue; enslave; cons/nc; X
WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life will result in injury or death.
That Sinking Feeling Steve Spandex Solo-F; M/f; drug; kidnap; bond; gag; bfold; captive; escape; quicksand; stuck; sinking; rescue; enslave; cons/nc; X
Authors note: This was inspired by a vid I came across recently called 'Quicksand Bondage' on MyVideo.de - http://www.myvideo.de/watch/10856811/Quicksand_bondage
Emma had very little recollection of her actual abduction, although the events leading up to her capture were etched indelibly in her mind. On the day in question, she had been attending her regular Tuesday evening yoga class at the local gym. Just after the class had finished & she was preparing to get changed & leave for home, however, her mobile phone had rung & she’d stepped out of the changing rooms & into the corridor to take the call. It had been an old friend calling & for several minutes the two women had chatted & caught up on all the latest news.
In fact, so engrossed did she become in her conversation, that Emma lost track of time, & by the end of the call more than twenty five minutes had elapsed & she found that her fellow classmates had all left the premises. It was now just gone 10pm, which meant that the gym had now closed for the day & the caretaking staff would be waiting to lock up & go home.
Still in her yoga outfit of black, long-sleeved leotard & black tights, Emma hurried back down the corridor; her plan being to get changed & vacate the building as quickly as she could. As she neared the changing rooms, however, she noticed someone approaching from the opposite direction. She had never seen this man here before, but guessed that he must be one of the cleaning staff, & this assumption seemed to be given substance by the fact that he was carrying a cloth – presumably for cleaning purposes - in his hand.
In her haste to get changed & get out, Emma paid the man little attention as they passed each other, but the second that he disappeared from her line of vision she felt a hand grab her around the waist & the piece of cloth was clamped over her mouth & nose. Emma tried to resist this surprise assault, but the cloth had a sweet, sickly smell to it & with each breath she took, she found herself becoming ever more drowsy & disorientated, & her attempts to fend off her attacker became less & less effective, until she felt her eyes rolling upwards. Then blackness overcame her.
****
How long she was out for, Emma couldn’t be certain. Her return to the world of consciousness, however, was a gradual process & it took several minutes before the full ramifications of her situation became clear.
As she came out of her artificially induced slumber, it became apparent after a few seconds that the steady droning sound, vibration & general movement of her immediate environment were caused by a car – or more accurately, a van - engine. It also took a minute or two for it to dawn on her that the reason she couldn’t see was that a piece material of some description had been used to cover her eyes. She wanted to pull this sight inhibitor away, but found that her arms didn’t seem to be obeying the commands that her brain was sending them. Then it dawned on her; something was gripping her hands & holding them behind her back. There also seemed to be something tightly clamping her legs together in several places.
Tied Up! The realisation suddenly hit her.
She tried to scream for assistance, but there was something filling her mouth – a piece of towelling material, she guessed from the texture. She tried to spit the foul tasting rag out, but something seemed to be stuck to her skin on a large proportion of the lower part of her face. The full horror of what had happened & where she was suddenly hit her. She was bound, gagged, blindfolded & being transported in the back of a vehicle to....where?
The memory of her abduction came flooding back now. That hadn’t been a cleaning cloth in his hand, but a rag soaked in chloroform. Who was he? How had he got her out of the building unseen? These questions, along with several dozen others, swirled around in her mind, but would have to remain unanswered for the time being. She screamed again, but there was no change in the constant sound of the engine; no sign whatsoever, in fact, that her abductor had even heard her cries.
After several minutes of blind panic, in which Emma struggled & screamed for all she was worth, she finally managed to calm herself down sufficiently to take stock of the situation. She was lying on what felt like a foam mattress. Still in her yoga outfit, her clothing didn’t seem to have been tampered with in any way, save for the fact that the ballet slippers that she’d been wearing had been either removed or lost.
Her wrists were bound tightly & securely, & no amount of pulling & wrenching seemed to have any loosening effect on the strong, unyielding rope. Her elbows too had been stringently tied so that they almost touched. And on top of that, her arms had been lashed to her torso in a severe & restrictive body harness. Her legs had also suffered a similar fate, with ropes keeping them bound closely together at three strategic points; ankles, just below the knees & immediately above the knees.
All this she deduced solely from her inability to move, as the blindfold had been tied tightly over her eyes, & no amount of rubbing her head against the foam bedding would cause it to ride up & restore her vision. Her lower face, it seemed, had been wrapped in several layers of industrial strength tape, which had bonded to her flesh & refused to release its grip, no matter how much she tried to contort her facial muscles. This in turn prevented the cloth from being jettisoned from her mouth.
****
Unable to escape, in a state of shock & terrified beyond belief, Emma had no alternative to but to lie there & ponder what fate had in store for her. At one point she gingerly rolled over to one side, in order to explore the immediate vicinity of her mobile prison cell. What she discovered was that the foam soon gave way to bare metal, & she decided that she was better off in her original position than on the hard floor; at least the mattress absorbed a fraction of the shock caused by the constant vibration of the vehicle.
The unchanging sound of the engine suggested that the van was on a main road & travelling at high speed. Above this noise, however, Emma could detect the sound of a radio coming from the front of the van. Music interspersed with conversation reached her ears, & although she wasn’t able to catch every word, she did pick up on the presenter announcing that it was now midnight. That meant it was almost two hours since she’d been chloroformed & overpowered. How far could they have travelled in that time? Emma wasn’t sure, but it was a grim certainty that, when someone finally realised that she was missing, the search would commence in the immediate environs of her home town, not a hundred miles or more from her point of abduction.
For what seemed like hours the onward journey continued, until finally the van slowed & came to a halt. Speeding traffic could intermittently be heard racing past, which led Emma to believe that they had stopped in a lay-by. The radio remained on, however, with the DJ letting his audience of night owls & insomniacs know that it was now eighteen minutes past three. Any thoughts of where they might be now, however, were soon interrupted by the sound of the van’s rear door opening & the downward movement of the metal floor as someone climbed inside.
Almost immediately, the door slammed shut once more. Emma waited for several seconds, trembling at the uncertainty of what was about to happen, before letting out a heartfelt but muffled appeal to be set free. She received no verbal reply, although seconds later she felt the tape being stripped away from her face, which was swiftly followed by the removal of the cloth from her mouth. As soon as she was capable, Emma began pleading for mercy, but the only response was a terse “drink this”, as a bottle was held to her lips & tipped so that water cascaded into her unsuspecting mouth. She gulped down the refreshing liquid, almost choking in the process, before the questions began to flow thick & fast from her trembling lips.
Where was he taking her? What did he plan to do with her? Why her, of all people? Would he please, please, please let her go? If he did, she promised not to tell anyone. Why was he doing this?
He seemed to be a man of few words, however, & within seconds was stuffing the saliva sodden rag back into her resistant mouth. Fresh tape now began to wend its way around her lower head once more. And then he was gone, slamming shut the heavy van doors, getting back into the driver’s seat & restarting the engine.
****
The next few hours passed in similar monotonous fashion to those that had preceded the refreshment break. Hour after hour the van sped on through the early morning, although after a while the road became more winding, hilly & uneven, causing Emma to be thrown around the van’s interior to a greater degree than had previously been the case. Where were they? They’d been on the road now for around eight or nine hours, mostly at high speed on motorways, it seemed, so how far could they have journeyed in that time? The only conclusion that the helpless & sightless twenty four year old could draw, was that they must be as far from her home in Ipswich as it was possible to be within Britain by now. And that probably meant somewhere in Scotland.
The state of the roads that they were traversing seemed to be getting progressively worse. The final section of the journey – which lasted for what Emma estimated must have been at least an hour – was on a pot-holed & rutted track, judging by the bumping & swaying of the van & the slower speed. No sound of other traffic now pervaded the walls of the van. Indeed, when the engine was finally switched off, there was silence save for the screeching of seagulls. The opening of the doors let in a cool, salt-tinged breeze, adding further to the assumption that they were now by the coast.
Emma raised her head from the floor - the road conditions having flung her off the mattress - & directed her sightless eyes towards the doors. She groaned into her gag, hoping to stir some sort of compassion in this otherwise uncaring & clearly deranged individual who had decided to take her captive. As expected, however, none was forthcoming. Instead, she felt herself being picked up, lifted out of the van & hoisted up onto his shoulder. Then he began to walk, with his arms grasping her thighs to his chest & her head & upper torso at his back.
The lapping of waves on the shore, the cry of the gulls & the whistling wind were the only sounds to reach Emma’s ears; no traffic, no voices, in fact nothing of a manmade nature whatsoever. He was carrying her out in the open, so wherever they were, Emma realised despondently, must be at a location totally devoid of human habitation or presence.
The walk lasted less than three minutes, before her captor stopped. Seconds later came the sound of a door opening. Not the metallic door of a vehicle now, but the creaking of wood, which suggested that they were entering a building of some description.
The slamming of the door, once they had crossed the threshold, coincided with the cessation of the breeze in Emma’s freely flowing dark brown hair. The sounds of sea & seabirds also became somewhat muted. Another few steps further on & another door was heard to open. Moving into this second room, Emma found herself being eased off his shoulder & placed on what turned out to be a cold stone floor. She waited with trepidation for some sort of revelation now; some spoken word, some action, or any kind of clue as to what was to become of her. All she heard, however, was the door through which they had just arrived being closed again. Seconds later, the outer door also slammed shut. Then there was only silence.
****
Emma waited fully five minutes before daring to move. But once this period of time had elapsed, with no sound to indicate that he was still in the vicinity, she began her fight for freedom. Although she’d already established that getting her hands free was an impossibility, her plight was now so desperate that she couldn’t just lie there waiting for events to unfold. She simply had to do whatever it took to get herself out of this mess. And now that he seemed to no longer be within earshot, she decided that the time was right for action.
And besides, during the brief period that he’d been carrying her, she had gained the distinct impression that one of the ropes that bound her legs had loosened somewhat. Not to any great degree, & obviously not enough for her kidnapper to notice, but the pressure around her ankles definitely seemed to have lessened slightly. Frantically straining & stretching, Emma tried to extricate one ankle or other from the coiled & cinched rope that had been applied about twelve hours ago. The swish of her tights, as one leg rubbed against the other, was the only sound to break the silence as she worked relentlessly for several minutes at her lower leg bond.
Suddenly, with a “mmmph” of triumph escaping from behind the gag, Emma felt the rope around her left ankle go limp, & within seconds she was able to kick the now useless bond off first one foot, then the other. Chuffed at this success, she attempted a repeat performance with the two ropes higher up her legs. Unfortunately, however, these remained stubbornly immovable, no matter how much she stretched & wrenched at them. Still, she should be able to stand up & walk now... or at least that would be the case if she could see. And it was to this problem that Emma next set about finding a solution.
From lying on the floor of the van, Emma had noted that the knot that held the blindfold in place was situated at the back of her head. She’d made a few attempts to remove this during the journey, but now she set to work with renewed vigour to try to rid herself of this material that covered her eyes. Lying on her back, she rubbed the knot against the rough stone floor. For what seemed like hours, but was in reality probably no more than ten minutes, she persevered without success, but then, just as she was about to give in, she suddenly felt the knot rise up slightly towards the top of her head. After a minute or two more of trying to work the scarf off, followed by some frantic head shaking, Emma suddenly experienced a brightness that she hadn’t known for more than twelve hours, as the sight restrictor finally fell away.
Emma blinked in the unfamiliar light for several seconds, until her day vision returned & she was able to survey her surroundings. What had seemed extremely bright after so long in a world of darkness, now turned out now to be a small, poorly lit, empty room; the walls & floor hewn from rough stone. The only source of light was a tiny, dirt encrusted window away to her left, & directly opposite this stood a wooden door; the only viable exit.
With difficulty, Emma propelled herself towards the door &, once there, awkwardly rose to her feet using the wall for support. Being unable to move her hands away from her back meant that grasping the door handle was no easy feat. Eventually, however, she managed to contort herself into the correct position to manoeuvre the handle & push the door outwards. She had been half expecting to find herself locked in, but to her great surprise & relief, it openly relatively easily; he’d clearly underestimated her capabilities in removing the blindfold & getting to her feet.
With her legs still bound both below & above the knees, Emma now stumbled awkwardly into the outer room. This too had only one small window, although the walls here had been plastered & painted white, which gave the room a lighter appearance. But it wasn’t the colour of the walls that caught Emma’s attention & made her gasp with horror into her gag, but what had been used to adorn them. For all around the room, covering almost every square inch of available space, were pictures of women in every imaginable state of bondage.
Chains, ropes, straitjackets, straps, gags & hoods all featured heavily, with most of these helpless young females being attired from head to toe in skin-tight attire, such as leather, latex, PVC & spandex. The majority of these images appeared to have been cut out of magazines, but some were photographs. One in particular caught her eye. It featured a blonde woman, seemingly about Emma’s age, bound in a strict hog-tie, gagged with tape, her tear stained cheeks & wide, pleading eyes directed at the camera, as if begging to be set free. But what struck Emma the most, was that the floor on which this poor creature lay seemed to be of similar stone to that on which she herself had so recently languished.
Had this photograph been taken by her abductor? Had he kidnapped other women in the past & kept them all trussed up here? And if so, what had become of them? Emma had no answers to these questions & she had no intention of waiting around for enlightenment on these issues. She’d been eager to escape beforehand, but now, having viewed this grotesque bondage gallery of his - this homage to female captivity -, made her even more determined to get as far away from this place as soon as she possibly could.
Making her way to the outer door, Emma inspected the lock. To her great relief she found it to be in the Yale ‘night latch’ style. That meant, provided that he hadn’t deadlocked it, that she should be able to get out. With her hands bound & lashed to her back, though, it was touch & go as to whether her fingers could reach high enough to release the catch. But after straining & stretching for a few seconds she succeeded, & with a shriek of triumph & delight she was able to pull the door inwards.
Awkwardly, she took two steps out into the sunlight & gazed around. The building in which she’d been incarcerated turned out to be a crofters’ cottage, which added weight to her suspicions that she was in the Scottish Highlands. The landscape also backed up this assumption; a patchwork of small islands & sea, overlooked by distant mountains, the tallest of which remained snow-capped. Closer to home, the land on which the cottage stood was seen to be a tiny island; probably no more than two hundred yards in length & with no other signs of human settlement.
Directly in front of her, however, only about two hundred yards from the shoreline, was a larger land mass - the mainland, she hoped – which connected to the island by a thin stretch of sandy causeway; presumably impassable at high tide, but fortuitously navigable right now as the tide was out. There were no other buildings to be seen on the mainland, but Emma could see a road – or rather a track – which must have been the one the van had traversed to get here. And it was on getting to this track that Emma now focused all her attention. There was no sign of human activity anywhere but, she figured, the track had to lead somewhere, & eventually, if she followed it, it must lead back to civilisation.
****
With her knee bonds still refusing to yield to her struggles, Emma’s method of locomotion would, if her circumstances weren’t so dire, have appeared comical. The risk of falling on the uneven ground was great, with no hands available to prevent her injuring herself should she stumble. So, as quickly as she dared, Emma waddled across the short expanse of tussock grass studded soil towards the rocks that led down to the causeway. With no shoes to protect her feet, she gingerly picked her way through the boulders. Once safely through this obstacle course, she arrived on the beach & made a beeline towards the stretch of sand that would lead her, she desperately hoped, away from this hellish place forever.
The breeze cut through the fleeing female’s skimpy clothing & caused a shiver to rush up her spine. Or was it the prospect of her captor returning & recapturing her that caused this shudder? She kept looking over her shoulder, half expecting to see him appear at any moment, but so far there was no sign that he was still around.
With the tide on its way back in, the causeway was now around thirty yards or so in width, with the waves lapping on the sand from both left & right. Now that she’d negotiated the treacherous rocks, however, Emma assumed that this relatively flat terrain of sand should present her with an easier passage. With no time to lose lest her kidnapper should reappear, she begun to half run, half waddle across the ever diminishing isthmus in the direction of the mainland.
She seemed to be making good progress & was almost half way across this natural sandy bridge, when events suddenly took a turn for the worse. It all happened so fast & was so completely unexpected, that when it occurred, Emma had no time to take evasive action. One moment her feet were pounding on damp but firm sand, the next the ground seemed to give way beneath her & she felt like she had stepped into a pot of glue. Looking down, she noticed that her feet were no longer visible & that she was up to her ankles in a wet, clinging mire. Quicksand!
Emma’s immediate reaction was to get back on terra firma as soon as was humanly possible. Attempting to lift her legs upwards, however, only resulted in a strange sucking sound emanating from the area around her now invisible feet, accompanied by the sensation of her legs slipping deeper into the morass. Had her legs been unfettered, she would probably have succeeded on reaching firmer ground, but with her knees securely bound, lifting one leg independently of the other proved impossible & when she looked down again, she saw that the clinging sand was now half way up her calves. And she was still sinking!
Panic set in, as she pulled & strained to release her legs from this quagmire that threatened to devour her. But it was like trying to move through setting cement. Struggling - indeed any movement at all - she discovered too late, only exacerbated the situation & seemed to speed up the sinking process, & before she knew it her knees had disappeared into the unstable ground. Involuntarily, her gagged mouth unleashed a scream of terror into the surrounding wilderness. But the only response came from the cry of the gulls overhead, the stiffening breeze & the constant lapping of the encroaching waves on either side of her.
The urge to struggle & try to extricate herself was strong, & it took all of Emma’s willpower to calm herself down & desist from this futile battle to halt her downward progress; which in reality was having the opposite effect. Remaining motionless lessened the sinking process significantly, but she was still slowly sliding under with no means to halt or reverse the trend.
It was a grim dilemma. If she fought against her downward progress, then she was the architect of her own downfall & only speeded up the process. On the other hand, if she did nothing, she would still eventually slide into oblivion, unless the inrushing tide drowned her before she had completely succumbed to the quicksand. By now, Emma was immersed up to her buttocks, & her hands, still tightly bound & lashed to her back, desperately stretched out to find the firmer terrain which she knew couldn’t be more than a few inches away. But it was hopeless. Soon it was impossible to keep her fingers above the surface, & she found herself almost encased to the waist in the cold slough of clinging wet sand.
Just then, however, when she was resigning herself to being swallowed alive by the unforgiving Earth, a sound reached her ears; faintly at first, but gradually increasing in volume. After spending many a long, terrified hour in the back of the van, Emma recognised the sound immediately, & this was soon confirmed by the sight of this vehicle bumping slowly along the track that she had been making for when the sands had claimed her. Emma screamed as the van came to a halt; partly from relief that potential rescue was at hand, but also partially through fear of what he would do to her now. Would he even bother helping her? And if he did, what then? She would, she realised, be back in the same situation that she had been trying to escape from in the first place. But surely anything was better than sinking without trace & her body never being discovered, wasn’t it?
For a few seconds after the van’s engine cut out, there was no movement from inside. Then, slowly, the door opened & the man that Emma had seen with the cloth in his hand at the gym stepped out into the sunlight. For what seemed like a geological age, but was in reality no more than twenty seconds, he simply stood there, gazing out over the causeway to where the top half of Emma’s body protruded from the semi-solid terrain. Although she was certain that he’d seen her, Emma shrieked with as much vocal power as she could muster, although her gag & the strong breeze may have conspired to make her plea inaudible.
Slowly now, as if there was no urgency whatsoever & he was out for a pleasant morning stroll, he began to make his way down the steep bank onto the causeway, a rucksack slung over his right shoulder. Emma knew that she should remain still, but for some reason she found herself twisting & turning in her clagging prison; as if this would somehow highlight her plight & hasten his approach. All that this achieved, however, was a quickening of her descent.
Seemingly in slow motion, he sauntered over to within about three feet of the helpless female, before crouching down on a firm stretch of sand so that his face & hers were at approximately the same height. For a second or two he simply gazed at her, frowning, until finally he broke his silence.
“Well, well, it looks as if I didn’t fix that blindfold securely enough. And I’d be intrigued to know how you managed to get this far.”
Nonchalantly, he took his mobile phone out of his pocket & began taking pictures of the helpless woman.
“These will make a nice addition to my gallery, which you no doubt got a good look at on your way out of the cottage.”
As the camera captured multiple images of her disappearing form, Emma groaned long & loud into her gag, in a desperate attempt to convey the urgency of her plight. By now the sands were on the verge of enveloping her breasts, with the tips of her long dark hair trailing loosely in the wet surface sludge. If he didn’t hurry, she feared that it would be too late to get her out... if that was ever his intention, of course. Putting the phone back in his pocket, he remained silent for a few seconds, lifting his eyes & scanning the horizon, as if pondering his next move. Then he suddenly seemed to come up with an idea.
“I’ll tell you what we’ll do. Maybe we can come to some mutually beneficial arrangement here.”
Emma was expecting some further explanation as to exactly what he had in mind, but instead she watched in disbelief as he dipped into the inside pocket of his jacket & pulled out a small notebook & pen. Opening the book, he began to write something down. As the sand reached her armpits & all but hid the stringent rope harness that encircled her torso, Emma pleaded with him to show a bit more urgency. What was he doing? Surely making notes could wait for now, couldn’t it?
For thirty seconds or so he continued to scribble something down, then closed the book & laid it on the sand beside him. Delving into his pocket again, he once more retrieved his phone, which he placed on top of the book. Leaning forward, he reached out & slowly began to peel the tape away from Emma’s face. This proved a painful operation & took the best part of a minute to complete, but with the tape gone, Emma could, with some difficulty, spit the towelling material from her mouth. She gasped & began begging coherently for the first time, hoping that he would show some compassion. She even heard herself apologising for having the audacity to escape from the cottage. He seemed to pay scant attention to her words however, as it appeared that his agenda was already set.
“So, what I propose is this. I’ll help you out of this mess you’ve got yourself bogged down in, providing you’ll record a short message onto my phone for me. I’ve written out the words I want you to say. Just insert your name where I’ve left the gap.”
He picked up the notebook, opened it at the page he’d recently written on, & placed it as close to Emma as he could. He pressed a couple of buttons on his phone & held this close to her mouth.
“Okay, speak now.”
Emma, who had more pressing matters on her mind than reading, looked at the spidery writing for the first time.
“Come on, I haven’t got all day.... and neither have you by the looks of things.”
Scared out of her wits as her shoulders neared ground level, Emma quickly took on board the gist of the text. Momentarily, as the revulsion at what he was asking her to say hit home, she baulked at actually reading the text out loud. But the fact that she suddenly felt herself slide a fraction of an inch further towards an early grave, supplied her with the incentive needed, & with quaking voice & trembling heart she began to utter the words he’d prepared for her:
“I, Emma, in everlasting gratitude for being rescued from the quicksand, hereby agree to being kept willingly bound & gagged for an indefinite period of time. I also agree that I cannot change my mind on this matter & realise that this decision is not reversible under any circumstances.”
As she finished reading, a sucking noise issued from the quag that now played around her shoulders, which coincided with a brief but rapid slippage further into the thick, adhering mire. She screamed & begged one more time for mercy, as she realised that without his help she would be sucked under within no more than a minute or two. For a few seconds he seemed unmoved by her plight. But then, as her shoulders finally disappeared from view, he smiled coldly at her, then reached forward & plunged his arms into the soft yielding sands.
Emma felt his hands slide under her armpits. Then, using all his strength, he began to pull her upwards. It was a long, slow process, with the hungry sand, having seemingly acquired a taste for female flesh, being reluctant to relinquish its meal at the last moment. He persisted, however, & gradually, inch by inch, she felt herself rising up out of the glue-like mire. Getting her out completely took several minutes & a great deal of effort on his part, but finally, her feet rose out of the clinging slurry with a squelching sound. Exhausted from his efforts, he laid her down on the firm ground, before laying back himself to catch his breath.
****
Emma’s emotions now were mixed. She was overjoyed to be out of immediate danger from the quicksand, but what had she agreed to? It seemed that she’d readily consented to being held captive for as long as he pleased, which could be days, weeks.... or months even! She just had to get away from him as quickly as she could. Carefully, so as not to arouse his suspicions, she pulled on the bonds that held her wrists & elbows in check, hoping that their immersion in the wet sand had somehow caused them to slacken. No such luck. A quick investigation of her leg bonds proved equally disappointing.
She turned & looked at her captor-turned- saviour, lying close beside her, still breathing heavily from his exertions with eyes closed. She knew she had to act now, or in a minute or so he’d have recovered & the chance would be lost. In a flash, she rolled her body away from his & tried to stand up. With no hands to help her, this was not an easy task, but desperation seemed to spur her on & she managed to find her feet within seconds.
Where was she to go? The mainland seemed the only option. His tracks were visible in the sand, so she knew that if she followed his footprints then there was little chance of succumbing to another session at the mercy of the quicksand. She took one step in that direction but then felt a hand grab hold of her left ankle & pull her down onto the ground again.
“Pull another stunt like that & I’ll throw you back in & leave you there.”
He didn’t need to specify where he was referring to by “there”.
Emma could only watch as, now galvanised into action, he picked up the cloth that had served as her gag - now covered in sand - & forcefully pushed it back between her teeth. Reaching into his rucksack, he produced a spool of grey duct tape & despite her protests, covered her mouth & began to wind this around her head. Emma wailed in fear & fury, & tried everything within her powers to get away from this evil monster. But a further threat to return her to the mercy of the quaking sands was enough to cause her to promptly curtail this futile attempt at resistance.
Pulling a piece of rope from his bag, he quickly wound this around her ankles several times, before cinching & knotting it ultra tightly. Lifting her up, he slung her over his shoulder & started heading back towards the cottage, in a rerun of their earlier arrival on the island. The only difference between that occasion & this was that Emma could now see. From her position, she could view the area of quicksand as he transported her back towards the island.
The sand in the specific spot in which she’d been stuck still showed signs of the disturbance that her body had left, although the impression was gradually filling in & returning to normal. The tide, too, had now covered much of the causeway, & was lapping only inches away from where she had so recently languished. This scene now brought home to her that, had her captor not come along at the right time, there would have been no trace of her by now; the quicksand seemingly keen to obliterate all evidence of its activities as soon as it had devoured her. She was grateful that she was able to observe this from her vantage point, rather than from beneath the ever shifting sands.
But there was a down side to all this of course. She had been kidnapped & transported hundreds of miles from home to a desolate, unpopulated wilderness. She was being kept bound & gagged. She was about to be held captive in a remote cottage that was, she imagined, rarely if ever frequented by casual visitors. And she was certain that, having escaped once, he was likely to take precautions to ensure that this wasn’t allowed to happen again.
Taking all these factors into account, what exactly was there to be grateful for? And worse than that, technically speaking at least, it probably didn’t even count as kidnapping anymore, as she’d agreed - albeit under duress - to remain tied up for as long as he saw fit. He even had a recording of her saying just that, which he could, if necessary, use as evidence to prove it. So what exactly was to become of her now?
Her rescue from the quicksand had saved her life, but would a relatively swift death beneath the quagmire have been a blessing in disguise, compared to what was to come? Would she, in the days & weeks ahead, when she was being held in tight bondage 24/7, be as sure that she’d made the right decision? Was she heading towards a fate worse than death?
Only time would tell.
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