The fine line of duty

Postby putasockinit2 » Sun May 01, 2016 4:39 pm

I was about to risk blowing my cover for a girl i had scarcely met. The reasoning was very much her own protection, she was a lot safer with me and not in the hands of this gang. Who knew what they would put her through. I waited patiently in my car, waiting for her to enter the scene. I had followed her usual routine closely the past few weeks when i wasnt spending time a prominent group from the urban underworld.

Suddenly she came jogging around the corner wearing a tight black sports bra and a pair of matching leggings with pink trainers. Her long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, her large busty chest barely contained in her sports bra. Shewas a very attractive woman. She hadnt been jogging for long judging by her usual route but the sweat was beginning to trickle down her body. She liked fitness.

I got out and waited, i had trained myself mentally for this moment. It wasnt my usual style but duty calls sometimes and offers a better solution to the one you would usually use.

As she ran past i pounced, my red sack pulled tightly over her head as i cut her senses temporarily off from the outside world.

"What the fuckmppph" she tried to respond before i clamped a hand over her mouth and handcuffed her wrists behind her tightly.

"Im sorry. Im doing this to protect you. I know it must be hard for you to contemplate right now but trust me okay." I replied. Once i felt a nod i pulled the bag off her head temporarily. She was facing the side of the car, unable to see me yet. A white cloth was tied around her eyes before another one was tied through her mouth, cleave gagging her tightly. She squirmed a little in the cuffs, clearly unaware what exactly was going on.

With her slightly sweaty body gripped against the car i searched her with my hands. I searched in and around ehr breasts, making her moan in frustration as i found her mobile phone and a pair of headphones. Once the search was concluded, the door to the boot of my car was opened and she was picked upand dumped inside, a bit rougher than i had planned.

Before she could struggle too much i had her ankles cuffed, a tight chain connecting ehr two pairs of cuffs, putting her in a strict hogtie. I slapped her ass in a job done gesture before the door was shut and i soon drove off, making sure nothing had been dropped that would give a clear incline to this series of events.
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Re: The fine line of duty

Postby putasockinit2 » Mon May 02, 2016 3:32 pm

I soon arrived at the gates of my safehouse, driving through them once opened to the drive in front of the house. Iparked up and unlocked the doors first before i even attempted to attend to my captive. I opened the boot cautiously as she lay there in a fatigued state of confusion at the evening's events. Her hogchain was removed before i carried her in over my shoulder. She was clearly tired as her struggles had less effort with them.

I took her down into my basement where a chair bolted to the concrete floor had already been set up. I sat her down in it before i got to work. Her ankles were un-shackled before each of her snkles were tied seperately to a front chair leg. Her wrists were then uncuffed before they were soon retied to each of the arm rests with a lenght of rope securing each of them seperately. A rope around her waist pinned her to the chair before i removed her gag.

"Before you have a moan at me, im doing this for your protection." I stated as soon as her ballgag was removed and she had felt her mouth moisturised by a large mug of water.
'Too many friends and not enough true friends'
The Kanye of tugs ;) :lol:
Stuck between wanting to quit and wanting to stay...