Postby jennybond » Wed Oct 28, 2015 2:51 am
Chapter 3
As Izzy once more lay alone, trussed up like a turkey on Christmas morning. For the first time it really began to strike home the perilous situation she was in, for the first time she began to realize this wasn’t a silly game that had gone wrong, it was something far more serious than that, as it was now quite clear that Miss Bond had no intentions of letting her go.
Izzy lived alone with her mum after her father had left them when she was very young. At the present time her mum was on holiday in Australia visiting family, so she was home alone, and no one would realize she was missing when she hadn’t returned home that evening, and then tomorrow if she didn’t turn up for work at the book shop, Gail Ward would probably presume she was still ill. she was also growing concerned for Vicky, as she guessed that with Vicky being the only person knowing that Miss Bond and Sonya were holding her prisoner, there was no way they would let her leave either.
Back downstairs Vicky still remained rigidly bound to the chair, while at other side of the large room Miss Bond and Sonya, at a table sharing a bottle of red wine and chatting, Vicky couldn’t quite hear what they were talking about as they were speaking very quietly, but she guessed they were discussing what they planned to do with her and Izzy as every so often they would stop and look across the room at her.
After a short while Vicky watched as Sonya got to her feet and went over to her personal belongings which had been left on a chair in the corner of the room she searched through Vicky’s things until she found some keys in her purse.
“Are these the keys to the shop?” She asked holding them up to Vicky.
Vicky just looked away from her.
This enraged Sonya who walked over to Vicky and placed her hand inside one of the cups of her bra and twisted her nipple as hard as she could.
“I’ll ask you again are these the keys to the shop.”
“HMMMPPHHH HMMMPPPHHH” Vicky screamed into her gag nodding her head.
“Thank you.” Sonya replied removing her hand and straightening Vicky’s bra.
Then Miss Bond got to her feet and walked over to Vicky.
“Your stupid little friend up there as caused us a problem Victoria, a very big problem indeed, but Sonya has come up with the perfect solution to our problem. First thing tomorrow before daylight and while the streets are quiet, we’re going to take you both to the shop, you’ll be tied up in the basement, then we’ll wait for your mother to arrive, and she will join you in the basement. All those books and wooden bookshelves, and the wooden floors in that old building it wouldn’t take much for it to go up in flames would it my dear?”
Tears rolled down Vicky’s cheeks and she screamed into her gag and thrashed her head from side to side hearing this.
“Our problems will be over and I get the insurance money for that crumbling old building which I own, ingenious my Sonya isn’t she?”
Again Vicky screamed into her gag.
But first we plan to have one final bit of fun with two tonight. Sonya show her the photo.
Sonya showed Vicky a photo of two girls tied spread eagled at either end of large double bed, one had her hands tied to wooden posts at the head of the bed and her feet tied to posts at the foot of the bed, and the other had her hands tied to posts at the foot of the bed and her feet to posts at the head of the bed, their bodies crossed in the area of their thighs which were bound to one another’s, both girls were dressed identical in pink leather corsets, black panties, and black stockings and suspenders, both girls had a big red ball gag strapped in their mouth. A stern looking woman who looked to be roughly around the same age as Miss Bond, dressed in black leather stood over her two pretty bound captives.
“I do like this photo, don’t you Victoria?” Miss Bond teased.
Vicky screamed something into her gag which just came out as muffled nonsense this made both Miss Bond and Sonya laugh.
“I’ll take that as a no then, shame we don’t have any of those pretty pink corsets, you’ll just have to make do with the underwear you are wearing. Sonya you go and prepare the little one, I’ll bring this one up when you’re ready for her.
Sonya picked up all the remaining rope that off the equipment table, and two ball gags and left the room.
Izzy began to panic when she saw Sonya enter the room carrying more rope.
“Relax sweetie I’ve come to set you free.” Sonya told her.
Izzy wasn’t stupid and knew this wasn’t exactly true or she wouldn’t have brought more rope and gags, but she was relieved when Sonya began to untie her hogtie, Sonya untied Izzy legs too but kept her hands tied behind her back, she helped Izzy to her feet and told her to walk up and down the room for a short while to get her circulation working again, after a couple of minutes the stiffness had gone from Izzy’s body and she was able to walk normally again in a moment of madness she spotted the open door and decided to make a run for it as Sonya wasn’t pay attention to her she was too busy uncoiling the ropes she’d brought with her.
“Come here you little bitch.” Sonya screamed as Izzy fled.
Izzy was fast but with her hands tied behind her back she wasn’t fast enough and Sonya caught her before she reached the stairs.
“Nice try you stupid little bitch, you’re going to regret that.” She hissed in Izzy' ear as she took her back in the bedroom.
“Sit there and don’t fucking move.” Sonya said pushing Izzy down on the bed.
Once Sonya was ready she roughly pulled Izzy to her feet.
“You and your friend down stairs are going be spending your last night in Miss Bonds room.” Sonya told her.
“What did she mean by last night? Where they going to be released tomorrow?” Izzy thought to herself.
On the way to Miss Bond’s room Sonya allowed Izzy a toilet stop off, but to Izzy's embarrassment and humiliation Sonya kept her hands tied, she watched over her like a hawk and did everything for her including cleaning her afterwards.
Once they were in Miss Bonds room Sonya pushed Izzy face down on the large four poster bed, and gave her bottom and legs and good hard spanking.
“That’s for trying to run away.” She told the sobbing girl.
She then positioned Izzy in the centre of the large bed and finally untied her hands. She rolled Izzy onto her back and pulled her hands above her head, she looped one end of a length of rope around Izzy’s left wrist a number of times, and double knotted it tight, the other end was end secured to the nearest bedpost allowing no slack, she then repeated the process on her right wrist, before moving down to her ankles and doing the same to the them forcing her legs wide apart, so she lay spread-eagled and unable to move.
The large wad of panties in Izzy’s mouth muffled her cries of pain as Sonya quickly ripped the medical tape off her mouth, she helped the sobbing girl spit out the panties.
“What are you going to do with us?” Izzy asked once her mouth was free.
“Hush dear, let’s just say it will all be over tomorrow shall we?”
“What do you mean?”
“I said hush.” Sonya snapped slapping Izzy's leg
Sonya then took one of the ball gags and held it to Izzy’s mouth.
“Open wide my dear.” She said with grin
Izzy wasn’t having that stuffed in her mouth and clamped it shut shaking her head.
“Ok we’ll do it the hard way if that’s what you want.”
Sonya pinched Izzy’s nose closing her nostrils, Izzy held her breathe as long as she possibly could in fact Sonya had never known anyone hold their breathe for so long, eventually Izzy gave in and gasped for air, allowing Sonya to force the big red ball between her lips, she lifted Izzy’s head and buckled the strap of the gag as tight as she could under Izzy’s ponytail. Izzy screamed and shook her head violently as she hated foul tasting rubber ball in her mouth.
“Relax honey, it will feel strange at first but you’ll soon get used to it.” Sonya told her.
The gag was so uncomfortable and even after this short time the large ball was already making her jaws ache, Izzy thought she’d never get used it.
Just then the door opened and Miss Bond entered with Vicky. Vicky was now wearing just her bra and panties, her hands were bound behind her back, and she was still gagged with the pale blue scarf. Izzy was horrified to see Vicky crying her heart out. What had they done to her? Or was it more of a case of what they were going to do?
“Perfect timing Miss Bond, I was just going to call you” Sonya said.
Miss Bond untied Vicky’s arms and then handed her over to Sonya. Sonya positioned Vicky on the bed so her head was at the opposite end to Izzy’s, her legs crossed over Izzy’s thighs, Sonya then tied her spread- eagled in an identical fashion to Izzy. Sonya then took an extra-long length of rope, she used one end of the rope to tightly bind one of Vicky’s legs to one of Izzy’s where they crossed, and she then crawled under the bed with the other end of the rope and got up on the other side, and then used the other end of the rope to tie the girl’s other leg to each other’s again making sure she left no slack in the rope.
Next Sonya untied Vicky’s gag and helped her spit the sodden panties.
“CRAZY FUCKING BITCHES YOU’LL NEVER GET AWAY WITH WHAT YOU’RE PLANNING.” Vicky screamed.
Miss Bond moved quickly and clasped her hand tightly over Vicky mouth.
“And who’s going to stop us my dear, you and little Izzy? You’re both a little too tied up and gagged for that I think. Pass me the gag Sonya.”
Izzy then knew that they were planning something bad, and began to cry
“Now look what you’ve done.” Miss Bond snapped.
Quick as a flash Miss Bond removed her hand and expertly forced the ball gag in the protesting girls mouth, and buckled it tightly behind her head painfully trapping some of her hair the process.
Sonya made one final check of all the knots binding the girls, once she was satisfied with her work, she said.
“I’ll go and fetch the camera.”
“Not now dear, later maybe. First we have to make plans for morning.
On that note the two women left the room to the sound of gagged sobs.
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