@ all the comments I got since my last post: thanks for the feedback. Seeing these comments is probably part of the reason why I've decided that it would be a waste not to continue this story.
It's been a very long time since my last post, so I don't know if anyone was still waiting for this, or expecting this. Anyway, after an extremely long wait, here's the next part of the story.
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<Sister's POV>
“All right Karen, I have a deal for you...” Chris put his hand in his pocket and took out his phone.
Oh crap. It was the picture he had taken before. I saw myself lying on my bed in my pajama-shirt and shorts. My ankles and thighs were neatly tied, just like my wrists and shoulders. Besides that, I was gagged and blindfolded. I knew my cheeks were turning a bit red. He wouldn't dare to show that picture of me in a hogtie to everyone, would he?
“Delete it!” I commanded, trying to make myself clear through the gag. He had a devilish expression on his face. I wanted to kick the phone out of his hand, but he was too fast. Before I knew it, he pushed me on the bed and sat on top of me. My hands and feet were still tied. I couldn't get him off me. My heart was beating fast. But was it from fear or... excitement?
“Look, I'm not cruel enough to show that to everyone. As long as you behave, that is. If you're a good girl, I promise I will delete the picture when our parents get back the day after tomorrow. Are you okay with that?”
Chris took the gag out of my mouth so I could answer. I looked him in the face. He was usually shy. This was a side of him I had never seen. To my surprise, I kinda liked this. Although I only knew him for a year, I was pretty sure he wouldn't try anything too daring without my consent. Guess I could trust him. Maybe this weekend would become super awesome. I just had to confirm something first.
“All right, it's a deal. Hey Chris, answer me honestly, are you into bondage as well?”
“Kinda,” he admitted. “I like seeing girls tied up, but I only know it from movies, comics and the internet. I was really surprised to find you here like that.”
I bet you were, I thought. I wondered if he was having some perverted thoughts while sitting on top of me. He might be more than willing to tie me up again, but I wouldn't make it so easy for him. If he was expecting me to be an easy captive, he was wrong. If he wasn't careful, he would get tied up instead. That picture wouldn't be enough to blackmail me. Now that I knew that he was into bondage as well, I could use it against him. If he showed it to my friends or to our parents, I'd say that it was him who had tied me up – which was partly true. He would have trouble denying it since he was way too honest for his own good. He knew that as well, so I was pretty sure he wasn't really planning to show that picture to everyone.
I grinned. “So, what are you gonna do with me? I'm all yours now.” Yeah, I was all his right now. If I wanted to stand a chance for some payback, I'd have to get out of these bonds. I'd teach him, trying to blackmail me... “Oh, but first of all, I'd like to take a pee.”
“Okay. Just don't try to run away, or I'll have to show this picture to your friends.” Yeah right.
“I promise I'll be a good girl.”
Okay, so far so good. While I went to the toilet, I thought of a plan. Both of us were about equally strong. If I wanted to capture him, I'd need the element of surprise. The easiest way to catch him would be with the handcuffs in my closet. But it would be too suspicious if I said I had to take something out of my closet first before I let him tie me up again. Oh yes, he was definitely planning to tie me up again the second I entered my room. Well, actually I didn't really mind not getting back at him... But I didn't want him to get the idea that I was an easy captive, so I had to put up some resistance. Although I really wanted him to tie me up and treat me a bit rough, as if I was kidnapped or something.
Ah Karen, what are you thinking. My mind was a mess at the moment. I had to put everything in order. So, did I want him to tie me up or the other way around? Deep down, I knew I wanted to be the one who was tied up. I definitely was more into being a captive instead of the captor. On the other hand, I was also a bit curious how it would be if the tables were turned.
Hmm. I had an idea. I would rush into the room, and try to jump him. If I managed to capture him, I would take my revenge for him taking a picture without my consent and trying to blackmail me. If he won, I would pretend being his hostage. Of course, if he let his guard down, I would break free and catch him instead.
That sounded like a plan. Now I had to go back before he'd start wondering what was taking me so long. He was in for a surprise. Or so I'd thought. Instead, it was me who was surprised.
Oh. My. God. He had found almost everything. The duct tape, the ropes, the handcuffs, the ball gag, and even the nipple clamps! I had to take action immediately.
I pinned him against the floor with a wild jump, but not for long. He pushed me back and we started wrestling. I was winning at first. If only I'd had the handcuffs. Instead, I could only grab the rope. He broke free before I could tighten it. We wrestled some more.
Click.
I had lost. He had caught hold of the handcuffs and put them around my wrists. I ceased my struggles. By immobilizing my hands, he had won the match. I was now his.
“Okay, you won. I give up.”
“I thought you told me you'd be a good girl?”
“That was obviously a lie to catch you off guard. I can't believe you fell for that.” Well, actually I could believe it. He had probably thought that he had already won just by taking that picture.
“Aren't you afraid that I'd send the picture to everyone?” See, I was right.
“That was just a bluff of yours.” Judging from the look on his face, my guess had been right. I decided to tease him a bit. “Besides, you'd rather just keep that picture for yourself, right?” Again I guessed spot on. Really? Did he think I looked that good? Or was it just because I was tied up in it. Or maybe both? Well, I didn't really mind him having that picture, as long as he didn't show it to anyone else. “Don't worry, I'll let you keep it. Let's pretend you're a burglar and I'm your hostage. But I'm quite strong, so if you don't tie me up really well, the burglar will end up being the captive. Oh, and as a bonus, I'll pretend you knocked me unconscious, so you don't have to worry about me fighting back, at first...”
Yeah, at first. If he messed up, I was going to escape. You'd better be careful, Chris. I closed my eyes and pretended to faint. My heart was beating fast. Even though he was my stepbrother, we weren't related by blood. And now I had told him that he could do whatever he wanted. Well, I didn't think I'd mind as long as he wouldn't go too far. He wasn't exactly the man of my dreams, but he was quite okay. Actually, if he weren't as shy as he usually was, I might have fallen for him. Well, he wasn't being really shy right now, was he? Maybe that was why my heart was racing.
Chris was being really careful. He clearly didn't trust me being pretend-unconscious. He started by tying my legs around the ankles and around the thighs. He did a pretty good job. They felt snug and tight, without cutting off my blood flow. It was hard to believe that he didn't have any experience with this. He bent my legs and tied the bonds around my ankles and thighs together. I wondered what he was up to. A frogtie with my legs tied together, huh? Now, even if he'd release the handcuffs, my ways of fighting back were limited. I decided to remain unconscious since he was doing a good job.
He made me sit upright with my wrists crossed in front of me and with my arms folded around my knees. My fingers were almost touching my toes. He tied my hands together in that position and then tied them again to my ankles. With some more rope, he secured my arms to my legs as well, tying them together just above and below my kneecaps. Oh damn, I was getting slightly aroused by the prospect of trying to get out of this. It was completely different than tying myself. I felt like I was really at his mercy.
Now there was only one thing left for him to do. As if he'd read my mind, I felt Chris open my mouth. Yeah, that. The ball gag.
“You can wake up now, my dear prisoner.”
I groaned, feeling more excited than ever before, and opened my eyes. I was tied in a fetal position. The rope work looked really well done. I would have a tough time escaping that. Except there was one flaw. I might be able to reach the knots around my ankles and wrists.
“I'm going downstairs now. You'd better not try to escape while I'm away.”
Was Chris challenging me? I looked back at him with a defiant look. Challenge accepted. If he gave me enough time, I would break out and capture him instead. He'd better be ready for the consequences of his carelessness...
“Okay, looks like I need to remind you who's in charge here. Prepare yourself.”
Eek, he hadn't taken it well how I'd glared at him. He was going to tickle me again. He was definitely going to tickle me! I struggled against the ropes, but I only succeeded in rolling over on my side. Now, I actually had a love-hate relationship with tickling. On one hand I hated it because I was really ticklish, but on the other hand I loved how I was completely helpless, having no other choice but to endure it.
Oh crap, he started. I screamed. I laughed. I struggled. I squirmed. The ropes bit in my wrist as I was fiercely trying to escape. They didn't even budge an inch. I couldn't avoid his fingers in any way. The more I tried to fight, to more I realized it. Completely at the mercy of my captor. The more I realized it, the more I got excited. A moan escaped my mouth, but fortunately it was muffled by my gags. It was as if somebody had increased the temperature in the room by a few degrees. My whole face was probably glowing red.
The assault cooled down a bit. He had switched to stroking my legs. I didn't mind. It tickled too, but in a good-feeling way. I moaned again. I was enjoying it. And then he renewed his assault. He tickled my sides. I felt like I was going crazy. The tickling made my body tingle all over. I still fought against the ropes. Completely immobile. The sensation of being kept completely in place, combined with all this tickling... My body felt like it was going to explode.
And then he finally stopped, I was breathing heavily in my gag. I was tired, but I was very turned on by now. My reason for wanting to break free was different from before. I didn't want to capture Chris. I just wanted to get that damn vibrator out of the closet and satisfy myself. That struggle just now combined with my earlier ordeal had been way too intense. Heck, I wouldn't even mind right now if Chris found the vibrator and used it on me.
“I hope you'll be a good girl now. I'll leave this here to keep an eye on you.” I saw him put his mobile phone on my desk. Oh, so he wanted to film me? Well, he wouldn't be disappointed. I had no intention of holding back. I didn't care about the camera. I just wanted... you know.
He closed the door. All right, time to break out!
I had thought it would be easy to break out of these bonds now that I could focus my thoughts a bit more. During the earlier frantic struggle, that had been impossible, but now when I could use my wits, it would be a piece of cake. Oh, I had been so wrong. I could barely move my legs. My arms were no good either since they were tied to my knees. Using my mouth to lean forward and try to use my teeth to loosen some knots was impossible as well because of the ball gag. I could only move my fingers a bit. Chris had made sure to keep the knots out of their reach though. However, I wasn't going to give up so easily.
I imagined myself kidnapped by a kidnapper. I had to get away or who knew what he might do to me next. The ropes around my wrists weren't too tight. Maybe, if I struggled enough, I might be able to pull them loose. I kept fighting against my bonds. The minutes crept past. My captor didn't return yet. No sound on the stairs either. It was already half past ten. Whoa, I had tied myself up at half past seven, so basically I had been tied up for three hours already. That was like double the time of my usual relatively short self-bondage sessions. Three hours, huh? I didn't want it to end yet after this. I wouldn't mind having Chris tie me up like this until our parents got back. No, no, no. I shook my head. Karen, you should at least put up some minimal resistance. You're not just going to let your captor have his way with you, right? With that thought in mind, I focused again on escaping.
Was it my imagination, or was I really getting a bit of slack on the rope? Just a little more. Just a little more and I would be out. A little more. I grinned. Okay, I mean I grinned mentally. With a ball gag still in my mouth, no one would be able to see that grin. Anyway, the rope was definitely getting looser. Chris had been sloppy, not checking the tightness of the bonds after my desperate fight before. And then I finally succeeded. I pulled one hand out of the coils around my wrists. And then the other one. Victory! I was already one step closer to freedom. It wouldn't take me much longer to untie the rest.
It only took me a few minutes to realize the hollowness of my victory. Oh, I had gotten my wrists free all right. But there was still the rope tying together my ankles. The knots on that rope were sitting behind my heels, completely out of reach of my fingers. And I was still tied with my legs folded together. What about my arms that I thought I had gotten free? That had been a complete mistake on my part. They were still firmly attached to my legs above and below the kneecaps. So basically, I was still stuck the same way as I was before, except with a little bit more freedom around my wrists. After half an hour of struggling, I had only gotten this far. At this rate, I was never going to get to that vibrator.
I stopped fighting against my bonds, except for the occasional pull to test if they had magically gotten a bit looser. Like this, I had no choice but to wait for my captor to come back. I hated to admit it, but Chris had done an excellent job. And he had captured my whole useless struggle on camera. My face flushed red at the thought that shot through my head. I wanted him to send me a copy of that film to relieve these moments again and again. No, better, I simply wanted him to tie me up like this a lot more in the future.
The whole thing had exhausted me so much that I was slowly drifting to sleep despite my uncomfortable position. I wondered what Chris would do if he found me completely defenseless when he returned. Not that I wasn't already defenseless right now with all these ropes of course...
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The story isn't over yet until I write 'The end'. Let's just hope that it doesn't take me a year until I post the next part.