Postby bzzart » Thu Dec 01, 2011 9:06 pm
I feel dramatic today.
The restriction room was not as dark as I thought it would be, lit by the moonlight shining through the large windows. Despite it still be dark, as soon as my eyes adjusted I could see everything just fine.
I appreciated how they let us have a drink of water and let us use the toilet. This showed that they actually semi-cared.
I glanced at the girls around me. Other than me, Chloe, and Emma, there were two more girls present. Christy from capture the flag was here. She told me that she was lousy at most of the activities. Also, the little girl Naomi was here, stating that Ms. Din never thought that she “participated†enough in bondage lessons.
This was good. There was strength in numbers.
However, in the restriction room was Ms. Din and two guards, who from what I saw were armed with handcuffs and tasers, not good for only one person on all three. That would be bad. Not to mention, all of us were handcuffed behind our backs. I knew that this was meant to stop us from trying to take over. We probably could if our hands were in front of us.
After all this initial thinking my eyes had adjusted. The room was filled with mostly chains. On the right wall hung handcuffs, ropes, chains of various sizes, and what looked to be zip ties. On the left wall were about thirty rolls of different colored duct tape sized tape, bandannas, cloths, blindfolds, and ballgags. Binding on the right, gags on the left.
In the great bulk of the room was an assortment of different things. There was a table with straps on it, a small cage that I think even Naomi would have trouble fitting in, some chains and ropes hanging from the ceiling, a long horizontal pole hanging from the ceiling with chains on each end, various nets, a really big bag with straps around it, among other things. I knew just from one look at this place that I would have trouble escaping even the simplest contraptions around. Great.
Ms. Din examined the five of us. Her eyes shifted from one to the next, probably taking account of our features. Weirdo.
“You!†Ms. Din screeched, pointing at Emma. “Take off your shoes, shirt, and pants!â€
Immediately, Emma went a bright color of red. “What?!†She spluttered. “What do you mean?â€
Ms. Din sort of huffed. “You heard me! Take them off or I’ll make my friends do it for you!†She motioned to the guard. I doubted that they were her “friendsâ€.
One of the guards walked over and unlocked her cuffs. Still red, Emma started to take off her shoes, skirt, and shirt, leaving her nearly naked in her bra and panties. I avoided looking at her, thinking it was probably rude. I needed to keep my mind on the task.
“Cute.†Ms. Din said in a voice that suggested she didn’t think it was cute. “Now, for those who don’t know, you will be in bondage this entire night, without stop except to switch, and no, that does not mean you can go from place to place like a common gym, I will be doing the binding.â€
Chloe leaned over to Emma. “Sorry, forgot to mention. Ms. Din makes someone wear almost no clothes sometimes. Sorry that it’s embarrassing. Just hold on.â€
Emma muttered something like “easy for you to say.â€
Ms. Din looked at us one by one. Finally, she zeroed on Christy.
“You.†She said. “You’ll be first.†She went over and unlocked her cuffs. She grabbed her arm and pulled her over to the horizontal pole hanging from the ceiling. First, she got a cloth and held it in front of Christy’s mouth. Obediently, Christy opened and let it get stuffed in. It was followed by a ballgag. Soon a long pole like the one on the ceiling with cuffs one each end appeared. Her legs were cuffed to each end of the pole on the ground, followed by her hands on the ceiling pole. This created a scenario of Christy’s legs widened and her arms wide apart and slightly bent, completely unable to move.
“That’s good,†Ms. Din said, satisfied with her work. She looked at me. “You next!â€
I walked forward and had to stop myself from shaking. I had done this before. No difference doing it again. But so much was at risk!
I walked toward her but she didn’t unlock the handcuffs behind my back. Guess those were staying. She got some more handcuffs and cuffed my feet together, then started to tie my knees together. She proceeded to start tying rope above and below my breasts, effectively pinning my arms. It was a very common method, I guess.
“So, anything else for me?†I asked casually.
“Normally,†Ms. Din said with a little sneering, “I’d gag you and hit you with my stick but I’ll tell you. You’re going into the net.â€
I looked at it. It was kind of big.
“A little loose, eh?†I probably should’ve kept my mouth shut, but I didn’t like her in the least.
“Oh, you’ll see.†I didn’t like the grin that she gave me. This kept getting better and better.
She proceeded to gag me, cleave-gag style. Soon all I could say was incomprehensible gibberish. Not like I could call for help anyways. I was truly trussed up now, nowhere to go, and about to see what that much-to-big net could do.
Or not. Ms. Din pulled me up so I was standing on me two feet and blindfolded me. Now I was in total darkness. Perfect.
Much too soon what felt like a heavy blanket fell over me. And when I say heavy, I mean HEAVY. The thing knocked me over, easy. I thudded to the ground, and I could feel something cold, like metal. Soon I could feel the blanket-like net envelop completely around me, on its own! Impossible! I felt it close in on itself somewhere near the top of my head, and then it started pushing from all sides, tightening! It was uncomfortable, and I was completely immobilized, unable to speak, see, or even move an inch. Wrapped from head to toe in the net, I felt a spark of panic but calmed down.
My blindfold was ripped off, and I stared upward at the triumphant face of Ms. Din. Looking like this, I suddenly had a profound fear of getting kicked by her, and I’m sorry to say I let out a little gagged whimper that I’m almost sure she could hear.
She smirked. “You see, that net is full of some of the most powerful magnets on earth. The magnets attract around the person, completely enclosing, then tightens, leaving someone completely tied up!â€
I do admit that I probably wouldn’t be able to get out of the net, even if I wasn’t bound hand and foot. That was pretty impressive, a net with magnets to tighten and enclose.
Ms. Din lost interest in me. She went back to the three remaining girls, Chloe, Naomi, and Emma, who by the way was still red as a cherry.
Next Ms. Din grabbed Naomi, and started unlocked her handcuffs. As soon as she did she tied her arms up behind her back in practiced speed. Soon her legs followed, and then her arms were pinned with some more rope work. As I could see, Naomi showed no complaint as a cloth was put into her mouth and she was gagged with tape. Ms. Din lifted her up and tied her ankle bindings to one of the ceiling ropes. Her arm bindings followed, and then to top it off she connected the ceiling ropes of her arms to her ankle bindings, making an air-hogtie.
Ms. Din pushed the bound and helpless Naomi so she swayed from side to side in the air. I could practically see Naomi’s fear flash in her eyes.
She moved onto Chloe. She unlocked her cuffs and dragged her to the table. Quickly, she gagged her with tape and made her lay down with her arms by her sides. She put straps around her shoulders, her waist, her thighs, and her knees, firmly pinning her to the table. Finally, she cuffed and locked each wrist and ankle to the table, connected by two links of chain. It was kind of like those old alien movies where the aliens strap people to tables and interrogate them.
From movie experience this was typically when the villain (Ms. Din) starts tickling the hero/heroine (Chloe), though, that didn’t happen.
Instead, she marched up to the final and only person not bound, Emma. She unlocked her handcuffs and got some silver duct tape. She started taping Emma’s hands behind her back, something like eight wraps. She taped her knees, thighs, above and below her breasts, and obviously tape gagged her, making five wraps around her head.
Ms. Din smiled evilly. “Now don’t move dear.†Emma’s eyes flashed, half with anger, half with fear.
Ms. Din started to slowly wrap Emma up in tape. It started from above her ankle bindings, then slowly up. After a few minutes her thighs were encased, followed by her stomach. When she reached Emma’s breast area Emma went a shade of red again, which had went away earlier. Ms. Din finished just below the neck. I guess she was just being mean, but Ms. Din pushed Emma. Helpless, Emma fell to the ground and gave a muffled grunt.
Ms. Din smiled as she looked down at her. “You’re the only one who is going to be in the same thing all night!†I couldn’t imagine how much it would hurt when taken off.
She finally walked back to Chloe, and started tickling her. Everyone could hear the muffled giggling at first, and then intensified laughs lost in the gag. She thrashed against the straps but couldn’t get free.
“MMM! MMPH! MMM! MM!†I knew if that she was not gagged it would be very loud.
All of us were in inescapable bondage. I doubted that any of us could escape, least of all me and Emma. I considered us in the tightest and most inescapable amount of bondage. But every one of us was helpless, that was clear. Unable to move of our own free will, we could only wait until we would do another thing that would restrict our movement, probably further.
We were all trapped.
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