## Wrong Time, Right Place

Post by Steak in a Tree » Tue May 02, 2017 2:44 pm

Everyone who's anyone knows that Fridays were made for partying, and Ana is no exception. Although it was technically Saturday morning, it made no difference to her as she walked along the dark sidewalk that led to her house. The air was cold, the streets deserted, as Ana stepped up the pace. She turned to her house and kept moving, eager to get out of the cold. Reaching the door, she went to unlock it.
Except it was already unlocked. Ana stopped for a second, but then decided that she must have left it unlocked earlier. Too tired to come up with a better explanation, she entered, closing the door behind her. Taking off her black coat, she set it off to the side, revealing her bright pink and orange sleeveless top, dotted with green and blue specks. She kicked off her black flats, her long black hair falling behind her. She smoothed out her black denim skirt, which barely reached halfway down her thigh. She drove more than a couple of the guys there wild with that outfit.
Taking a quick look around, Ana noticed that one of the lights down the hall was on. She definitely did not remember that, her parents were always on her about leaving lights on when no one was in the house. Even though her parents were out on their anniversary at the moment, Ana was very careful to make sure that all the lights were off and all that. Realizing that something must be up, she took a few steps towards the hallway, being as quiet as she could. She took a cautious peek around the corner.
And was immediately greeted by a large hand. It grabbed her shoulder and she was quickly twisted around and pulled into the hallway. Her back slammed into the stranger, and another hand quickly reached out and covered her mouth. She wrestled for a second, but her slender frame was no match for the stranger. One hand was sealed over her mouth, the other arm pinning her arms behind her. She couldn't break the grip.
"Well then," the stranger whispered. "I guess tonight's gonna be a little more eventful after all." Ana guessed that the stranger was male.
He walked Ana forward and towards his bag, with almost no effort. Partially open, she could see the handle of a gun just poking out. She gasped slightly, the situation a lot worse than she thought.
"Now then, I'm going to remove my hand, and as long as you remain quiet, that gun stays in the bag. Clear?" Ana nodded, the situation starting to overwhelm her.
She hardly noticed as he released the hand from her mouth. She took a couple breaths, but did not speak. She looked down and watched as the man produced a coil of rope from his bag. She muffled a gasp again, guessing what was about to happen. While she did enjoy the thought of being tied up, she had also hoped it would be at a better time than this. That didn't change anything as the man brought the rope behind her, and let go with his other hand. She felt the rope start to wrap around her wrists, so she rolled her shoulders, trying to loosen them up somewhat. Ana heard the last knot cinch, and quickly twisted her wrists a bit, to no avail. That rope was going to hold.
"Now, I was hoping that you could give me a tour." The man said softly, taking hold of an arm and guiding her towards the hallway. She walked with him, not really in a position to fight.
She walked alongside him, making some rather irrelevant comments about certain rooms. "This is the laundry room," she said, nodding towards the closed door. "If you have to guess what that's for, it's no wonder this is how you make a living."
"I wouldn't make another comment like that if I were you," the man told her, a hint of aggression in his voice. Ana decided to have a bit more fun.
"Here's our bathroom," she told him as they passed, noting the light being on. "Oh, this light is on, wonder who did that. I guess this is what happens when we don't flush." She stuck her tongue out at him. (always remember to flush)
"Alright, enough games," he said as he stopped walking. He faced Ana towards the wall and held her up against it. With a second coil of rope he had taken with him, he looped it around her elbows before starting to pull. She let out a small grunt, the tightness of the rope quite apparent. She was skinny enough that her elbows managed to touch, but it was a stretch to say it was comfortable. The man tied it off before taking a step back.
"Now don't move," he said as he turned away, "and this is as bad as it gets."
She watched him walk back to the main room, and took a second to catch her breath. Keeping her balance was tricky with her arms so tightly tied behind her, so she leaned against the wall. Her elbows being forced behind her caused her breasts to push forward, and get squished between her and the wall. She didn't spend too much time there as the man returned, more rope in hand. Ana let out a small sigh as the man grabbed her again.
She was removed from the wall, but the man's grip did not let her fall. She saw the rope pass in front of her, just below her breasts. Ana felt the rope press into her arms before seeing it come in front of her again. This time it settled just above her breasts before it went behind her again. She watched the rope loop around a couple times, silently thanking the man for being careful with his hands. While she was obviously pretty annoyed at all of this, that would've crossed a huge line. The thought lingered for a second as the man finished tying off her chest tie.
"Now, let's try and behave for a bit, yes?" He asked sarcastically. Ana rolled her eyes as they kept going.
"And this is my parent's bedroom," she said, nodding to the final room. "Whatever is is you're looking for is probably in here."
"Excellent," he grinned. "Thanks for the 'help.'" He walked her towards her parents' bed before helping her to sit down.
He quickly exited the room once more, and came back with more rope. Ana noticed that the gun was now on his belt, so she decided to stay quiet. He picked up on coil, and she watched as he bound her ankles together. She couldn't help but admire the focus he had as he wrapped the rope around, and then through her legs. Despite him being a criminal, he certainly knew what he was doing. He finished with her ankles, and proceeded to do the same thing just below her knees. After securing them the same way as her ankles, he moved on to her thighs. Ana couldn't help but get goosebumps every time his hand brushed against her leg. She hated the feeling, but couldn't help but enjoy it a little bit too.
"Alright, now do me a favor and open up," he told her, a couple of balled up socks in his hand. She looked at him for a second, before looking down at the gun. She opened up her mouth and allowed the man to push the socks in. Luckily they were clean, so Ana hopefully could endure them for the time being. The man produced a cloth, tied a knot in the middle, and wrapped it around her head, sealing the socks in.
"Don't go anywhere," he laughed, before turning to look around the room.
Ana once again tested her bonds. She was little more than a human stick, all of her limbs pinned against her small body. She twisted and turned a bit, but there wasn't much she could do. Her arms were so tightly pulled together that her forearms touched, and were stuck up against her body. Her legs, even if they could help, were also tied together securely. The rope around her thighs has caused her already short skirt to ride up, but there wasn't much she could do to fix it. The socks in her mouth, while not yet uncomfortable, didn't allow her to really say anything. She was in quite the predicament.
"Alright, I'm good," the man said as he reappeared. "Looks like there wasn't much here, but hey, you can't win 'em all I guess."
He reached down and grabbed Ana, throwing her over his right shoulder. Carrying her out of the room, she had no choice but to watch from the opposite direction, as he walked towards what she assumed to be the main room. He lowered her onto the couch, her body stretched out across it. She saw him reach into his bag and pull out another cloth, which he left a lot wider. Ana knew why in a moment, as the blindfold was placed over her eyes and tied behind her head.
"Now then, it's about time I make my exit, but not without one final thing." She obviously couldn't see what was happening, but she soon felt his hand on her legs again. They were bent upwards and her bare feet pushed into her hands. Ana felt the rope connect the two, putting her into a very tight hogtie. Once she felt his hands leave, she tried to straighten her legs, and failed. Her heels were pressed into her palms, and the rope would keep it that way. She soon heard the clicking that came from her phone. Was the man texting someone?
"Someone should be on the way in a bit, so you won't be alone," he said, laughing. "Until then, have fun."
She heard the door open and close, meaning she was left alone. She couldn't see, couldn't talk, and really couldn't feel anything. She laid motionless on the couch, scared to move a muscle and fall. She had no idea how long it had been, but she heard the door open again, and a new voice followed it.
"Ana? Ana!" it was a younger male, but she couldn't tell who. She remembers him from the party, but that's about it.
She heard his voice come closer. "An- oh," he paused, seeing Ana in her current state. "It's my lucky day."
She tensed, not knowing what would happen next.
And neither will you! (just jokes, if enough people want I'll continue. for now, the end)
"They didn't call him 'Einstein' for nothing."
-Albert Einstein

### Re: Wrong Time, Right Place

Post by Mask6184 » Tue May 02, 2017 2:57 pm

Very good story. Curious to know what happens next

### Re: Wrong Time, Right Place

Post by BoundJana » Tue May 02, 2017 9:57 pm

That was great, please continue.
What are you looking at? Finally put a gag in my mouth and play with me!

### Re: Wrong Time, Right Place

Post by TiedPrincess » Tue May 02, 2017 10:43 pm

Amazing start!

### Re: Wrong Time, Right Place

Post by Jackboy » Wed May 03, 2017 6:32 am

Please continue!

### Re: Wrong Time, Right Place

Post by Steak in a Tree » Wed May 03, 2017 1:04 pm

Alright, working on it now. I'm trying to keep it somewhat pg, but i'll hopefully have it up later tonight/tomorrow
"They didn't call him 'Einstein' for nothing."
-Albert Einstein

### Wrong Time, Right Place: The Follow-Up

Post by Steak in a Tree » Wed May 03, 2017 7:02 pm

Note: I'll try to keep this somewhat pg, but I'll leave it up to the mods whether or not it should be moved.
Ana tried to figure out who the voice belonged to, knowing that it was someone she knew from the party. Not him, she thought to herself, thinking of someone she would not want to find her like this. With her wrists and elbows tied behind her, her breasts were pushed quite forward, and with the rope connecting her arms to her body, her shirt had risen up to show her entire stomach. Her legs were tied together at the ankles, knees and thighs. Her legs had been bent back into a very tight hogtie, her feet in her hands, her skirt risen up to the point where it barely covered her underwear.
The new guy found the rope that secured the hogtie and loosened it. As he undid the knot, Ana's legs fell behind her and landed on the couch. He quickly ran to the kitchen and found a straw. Returning to the couch, he produced a water bottle from his bag and put the straw in it. He undid the cloth around Ana's mouth, and she spat the socks out. He brought the straw to her lips and she took a few gulps. Putting the bottle down, he then removed the blindfold.
Yup, him, Ana thought. It was Harry, they guy from school she had her eye on. He was very tall, and had well-developed muscles. Playing for the school rugby team certainly helped with that. His dark brown hair was slicked back, revealing his slightly tanned face. People called him the "pretty boy" of the rugby team. While Ana did have his number, it was only from when they did a school project, not because they were a thing.
"What happened?" he asked, looking at all the ropes. "Who did this to you?"
"I, uh," Ana struggled to get the words out. How was she going to explain this?
"Wait," Harry interrupted. He paused. "Did you do this to yourself?"
Ana was about to say something, then stopped herself. The most attractive guy on the rugby team was standing there. She was tightly tied up in front of him. Could she make something happen? It was worth a shot.
"Y-yeah," she finally told him. "I had some help, but I did this."
"But why?" Harry asked, even though he had a feeling he knew the answer.
Ana, with some newfound confidence, laughed. "Come on Harry," she told him. With her breasts pushed so far forward, one little jump was enough to get them bouncing in front of his face. "We both know what you want to do right now."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked. She was right, he did want to do some things, but he decided to make sure.
"Yes, do it," Ana nodded. "It's not like I'm going anywhere."
Harry smiled and nodded. He picked up the socks off the floor and pushed them back into her mouth, before tying the cloth between her lips again. Standing up, he thought about what to do. First, he decided that he had to change up the way Ana's arms were tied. He walked behind the couch and started to undo the ropes holding her arms to her body. Tossing that coil on the floor, he then undid the rope holding her elbows together, resulting in an audible sigh of relief. As Harry undid the rope around her wrists, he kept a note of how it was done so he could try to copy it. Once that was removed, he walked back in front of the couch while Ana rubbed her wrists.
She fixed her top and smoothed out her skirt before Harry grabbed her arms. He tried to remember how the tie looked, and managed to do a fairly decent job. He wrapped around a couple times, and passed the rope through, but left a tail. Satisfied, he shifted his focus. He lifted Ana's legs back on the couch so she was lying down on her back. Grabbing her arms and moving them up over her head, he let the tail hang off the edge of the couch. Pulling it down, he tied the tail off to the leg of the couch. This left Ana's arms pinned against the couch, above her head.
Now he was ready to get started. He grabbed the cloth and once again tied it around Ana's eyes, plunging her into darkness. He paused for just a second, looking her over, deciding where to start. Deciding he would go bottom up, Harry made his way over to where her feet were. He took a seat just below her knees, pinning her stretched out legs against the couch.
Starting slow, both hands started rubbing the outside of her thighs. They moved back and forth, as he inched his way forward. Ana shifted her weight, loving his touch. He crept forward and in, his hands now on top of her thighs as he continued to feel her. Soon he reached the hem of her skirt, and his hands were practically in between her legs. Heart starting to beat much faster, Harry reached up her skirt, but moved his hands outside to avoid touching her more sensitive area. He'd save that for another time. He leaned forward, hands still up Ana's skirt, and continued to feel the tops of her thighs, starting to transition into her hips.
Harry finally decided to bite the bullet. With one hand still planted on her hip, the other hand reached under and gave her butt a squeeze. This time Ana's pleasure was heard, the gag reducing it to a soft moan. He would squeeze, rub and give small swats to one cheek, before switching hands and doing it to the other. He moved forward so he was sitting on top of her knees, trying to stop her from moving. His hands kept reaching and feeling, just loving the way Ana felt. She felt the same, enjoying every time his hand slid across her leg, or when he grabbed her butt and gave it a squeeze. She wished it would never end.
Except it did. Almost without a word, Harry pushed himself up and got off the couch. He untied Ana's wrists from the couch, and removed her blindfold. He gathered his bag and turned to leave. It was then that Ana pushed herself up and made noises through the gag, obviously unhappy with him suddenly leaving. Harry turned back to face her.
"Perhaps another time," he said, letting out a smile. "See you at school."
He closed the door behind him, and Ana was once again alone. Letting out a deep sigh, she closed her eyes. She pictured Harry still there, his hands working their magic across her body. Although not as good as the real thing, it was enough for now, and these thoughts carried her to sleep.
For real this time, it's over. Thanks for reading.
"They didn't call him 'Einstein' for nothing."
-Albert Einstein

### Re: Wrong Time, Right Place

Post by Mask6184 » Thu May 04, 2017 7:22 am

A good ending. Great job

### Re: Wrong Time, Right Place

Post by TiedPrincess » Thu May 04, 2017 8:53 am

Great story, if only this happened to me in real life

### Re: Wrong Time, Right Place

Post by Liz » Tue May 16, 2017 9:55 am

Thank you. I enjoyed this very much and I could easily picture everything and was drawn into the story, good job!

### Re: Wrong Time, Right Place

Post by cleavegagger » Sat Jul 29, 2017 8:22 am

Makes You wanna Pick up a New career as a burglar
Women are beautifull, bound and gagged women are gorgeous