Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby Myhandsaretied » Sun Dec 11, 2011 3:09 pm

Long-time lurker, first foray into writing bondage fiction. Hope you all enjoy! Feel free to comment.

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It started like many other mornings...

Sunday mornings at the corner gas station and convenience store were always slow. Only the unlucky few who had to be up before sunrise on a sunday morning ever came in. A few taxi drivers ending their shifts, and one or two regulars heading to work. It was typical to have three or four customers in the first two hours of the shift. As for me? I am your typical twenty-something male working part-time to get through college. Dark brown hair, not even six feet tall, and glasses... just your normal guy.

But it was not going to be a normal day.

I was about to head into the freezer to get out some breakfast sandwiches to put on when I saw a van pull up outside. Knowing I had a few moments, I went into the freezer to get them quick. The sooner I got this done, the sooner I could sneak in a break and get something to eat. I had woken up late, and not had enough time for breakfast. Little problem, though, as there was plenty here to choose from. If over-priced. As I turned to head out of the freezer, I thought about what I wanted for breakfast, about what else I needed to get done. I certainly did not expect to see a man standing in front of me when the I opened the door. It did not register, at first. He was a bit taller than me, but heavily built. Black tee-shirt. Jeans. Ski-mask.

Ski mask?

"Easy boss." His voice was stern, and a gun was pulled from his belt. It was early enough that I had missed that. I froze, the tray of breakfast sandwiches still in my hands.

"Turn around." The stern voice spoke, and I found myself complying, still holding the tray.

"Please, don't hurt me." I managed to speak.

"Stay quiet and do as I say. Put your hands behind you. Now."

It took me a few moments to figure out what to do with the tray. I set it down, still in shock, and put my hands behind my back. Slowly, the realization hit me. I was being robbed. Panic hit me as hands firmly grasped my wrists and I yelped.

"Quiet!" Came the stern voice, and it brought me back to reality. He had a gun. He had my hands. I was at his mercy. So, I did the only thing I could do. I stayed quiet. Next thing I knew, I felt something wrap around my wrists. Again, panic hit me as I realized I was being tied up. Whatever it was that was wrapped around my wrists, it was not soft. It felt like plastic. He was using a zip-tie, I realized, as I heard the 'zzzzp' sound. My hands were bound, but I was sure that I could free them in a few minutes, as they were not bound too tightly. I resolved to remain still, hoping he would not realize this.

"Now, yes or no... is there anyone else here?"

"No." Came my reply. I always worked alone on Sunday.

"That means you got keys?"

"Yes." I replied, shakily.

"Where?" He spoke, firmly.

"My pocket.."

"They key open the safe?" He asked again.

"No." Of course not. What convenience store left simple clerks with safe keys?

I felt myself pressed up against the wall in the freezer, and, the man reached into my pockets, taking my keys, wallet, and cell phone. The sudden chill made me worried I would be left tied up in the freezer. As my uniform was a blue golf shirt, I would likely freeze. I was not allowed to worry much longer, though.

The next thing I knew, my glasses removed and something was wrapped around my eyes. He was blindfolding me.

"Please, don't.." I pleaded.

"Quiet. This is for your own good." He spoke, cinching the cloth about my head tightly. He was right. With the shock, and his ski-mask, I doubt I would be able to describe him with what little amount of time I was looking at him. A moment later, I was pushed forward, and the man lead me out of the freezer, hands bound behind my back and a blindfold about my eyes.

"Take care of 'em, I'll start on the safe." The man spoke. I was pushed forward. I struggled to not fall, being blind and unable to move my hands out in front of me. Somehow, I managed.

"I'll tie 'em up in the bathroom." Another voice spoke. A female voice. "Lets hope you cleaned it." She added, laughing lightly as if it were but a joke to her. Hands grasped my shoulder, and I was led to the restroom.

"Lay down." She commanded.

I did not know if she had a gun or not. It didn't matter. I tried to comply, having some difficulty with my hands being tied. I knelt, first, and then to speed my progress, she pushed me forward. I fell helplessly, and gasped as air escaped my lungs from hitting the floor. I felt something wrap around my ankles, and then tighten. Another zip-tie.

"You don't need to tie me up. I could care less if you rob the store..." I offered, panicking once more as the reality of the situation hit me.

I heard the sound of paper towels being taken from the dispenser, and a moment later they were shoved into my mouth. She was gagging me! I felt the rough edges of a zip-tie bite down on the sides of my mouth, and the 'zzzpp!' sound as it tightened around my head. There I was. Bound hand and foot, blindfolded, and gagged. I let out an mmmphh as she slapped my butt.

"That should keep you quiet." She added, again laughing. She was enjoying herself!

I tested my bonds, still finding my hands somewhat loose. I could get out in a matter of minutes. Sure, it might hurt, but I could do it. Or so I thought. I felt her gloved hands grasp my wrists.

"Oh, this won't do!"

I winced and mmphed into my gag, and moments later I felt the bonds on my hand tighten considerably, heralded by the all-too familiar zzzpp! sound. What I would find out later is that she had cinched the zip-tie with another. The process repeated as the bonds on my ankles were tightened. I struggled and mmphed into my gag, and she laughed.

"Oh, I'm not done just yet."

I could only wonder what else she could do. I would not be left to wait too long. I felt my legs being pushed back towards my hands, and, then there was the familiar zzzp sound. All it took was six measly zip-ties, a scarf, and a wad of paper-towels and I was helplessly hogtied in the restroom of my store, unable to move, see, or speak.

"Have fun." She taunted, a slap to my butt, and I heard the door open and close.

I began struggling against my bondage. My hands were firmly bound, and trying to free myself only resulted in the zip-ties digging into my skin. I could barely move side to side, and already my legs were starting to ache from the hogtie. I was not the most flexible, and this position would surely be uncomfortable. I could not scream, the wad of paper-towels effectively gagged me, and the zip-tie was tight. Even if so, I was in the bathroom. No one would hear me. I squirmed against my bonds, trying to rub my head against the floor. But, there was nothing to provide enough friction to remove the blindfold. Squirm as I may, struggle as I might, I was tied up tight. Bound, gagged, and not going anywhere.

In my struggling, I had lost track of time. I could not hear anything over the sound of my own breathing. My wrists ached, my legs ached, and the paper-towel gag had left my mouth dry. I had no idea how long had passed when the door opened again.

"Heya, hon." It was the female.

"Mmphh!"

"We got all the money in the safe, registers. Oh, and we're gonna leave a note on the door saying the store is closed and use your key to lock it. I'm sure someone will be along eventually to rescue you, hmmm?" She seemed delighted.

"Mmmmmph!"

I was not! I struggled vainly against my bondage, which only resulted in my hurting myself. There was a laugh.

"Should give us plenty of time to get away. Ta ta, hon. Have fun!" The door opened and closed, and I was left alone. Bound, blindfolded, and gagged, hidden away in the bathroom. My mind raced. I had hoped that they would let me go when they were done. Or, atleast, loosen my bonds. Not that lucky, it seems. I struggled once more against the unyielding zipties, which only resulted in my wrists being hurt. Again. I could not believe I was so helplessly bound. My arms ached. My legs ached. My mouth ached. And, worse yet, I realized that the manager would not be in until noon. Any customers would think the store was simply closed. It had been going on six o'clock when I was first surprised in the freezer. I had no idea how long the robbery had taken. All I knew is it would be hours until anyone came to free me.

I suppose I was lucky. It could have gone much worse. All I knew, as I remained captive in my bondage, is that it was bound to be a rough morning.

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby Myhandsaretied » Mon Dec 12, 2011 8:33 am

My world had become a very narrow place. Bound, gagged, and blindfolded, hidden away in the restroom of a convenience store after having been robbed.

I could not see a thing, the scarf that was wrapped around my head had been done so tightly. The tiled floor lacked the friction of a carpet or rug to help work the thing off my eyes. In fact, my sense of smell had become dominated by the faint scent of the floor of the bathroom. Sure, it was cleaned every evening (I hoped), but it was not the most pleasant place to be stuck. I could barely move. All my efforts to wrest my hands free of the zip-ties that bound them only resulted in rather sore wrists. And being hogtied made it rather difficult to move side to side, not considering the bathroom was rather small to begin, and did not afford much room, even if I could move around a bit more.

I had lost all track of time. I had no idea when it was. The robbers had locked the store up, using my own keys, and I knew someone wasn't coming in until noon. All I could do was lay there, bound up, and wait. Though my legs ached. It was a rather tight hogtie, and, I was not the most flexible person. Try as I may, there was nothing I could do to relieve the strain. I had even tried to cry out, in the vain hope someone might hear me. But, the bathroom was at the back of the store, and I was thoroughly gagged with a large wad of paper towels. I had given up on the bonds on my wrists, given up on my blindfold, and now turned my attention to trying to get the gag out of my mouth. Though my tongue was pressed firmly down by the large wad, which by now filled my mouth perfectly. The wad was large enough that I could not work it out past the zip tie that had been used to keep it in place, and even still bit down harshly on the sides of my mouth.

"Mmmph!" I let out a yell of frustration, but it simply came out an mmmphed whimper. Even if I could work the gag out of my mouth, somehow, its not like anyone could hear me. Though it would be nice to get those damn towels out of my mouth. That, atleast, would be a mild comfort in this rather uncomfortable bondage. But, I was not so lucky. I had struggled and strained, and in the end I had only tired myself. So, I did the only thing I could. I resigned myself to my bondage. Whoever these robbers were, they had done a good job at tying me up. They had to have done it before, I thought. I could not help but wonder how many others had been trussed up like I was at this moment. Though, I knew I was lucky. It really could have gone much worse.

My world was this small bathroom, the scent of soapy mop-water that still clung to the tiled floor. The darkness of the blindfold. The typical sounds of the store. My labored breathing as I endured my bondage. And now, the ache in my stomach as I became aware that I had not eaten anything since yesterday. Great, I thought. All I could do was hope that time was passing faster than it felt it was.

That was until I thought I heard something...

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby LauraHogtieTickled » Mon Dec 12, 2011 9:08 am

So Far So Good :D

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby xtc » Mon Dec 12, 2011 9:21 am

Good first story. No: good story.
Your literate, well punctuated style and sensible paragraphing makes for enteataining reading. Christ, it sounds like I'm about to grade it. Sorry!
Welcome,
Wassail!
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby Myhandsaretied » Mon Dec 12, 2011 10:17 am

Thanks for the compliments! :)

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby Myhandsaretied » Tue Dec 13, 2011 5:58 am

Perhaps the noise was just nothing. After-all, the store is a noisy place and an older building. The occasional drop of ice and noise coming from the ice-machine. The hum of the air conditioning. It was an old building, and, with my senses limited as they were, perhaps my mind was simply playing tricks on me and what I thought I heard was simply nothing. Nevertheless, I strained to listen. Perhaps a regular had called the manager about the store being closed? Perhaps the manager had decided to come in early? Or, perhaps I had simply been tied up for hours and hours already, and, it was the manager coming in on time. I grunted a little into my now soggy gag as I turned my head to better listen, avoiding the vibrations of the floor.

Nothing. I could hear nothing but my heavy breathing, the result of the strain of my bonds on my body. Perhaps it was just nothing but my over-active imagination. This realization made my heart sink. If it was someone, atleast I knew I would be untied sooner rather than later. I grunted a little in frustration, again, into my gag. A little mmmph was all that escaped. What a way to spend a Sunday morning, bound and gagged, blindfolded and hogtied, laying on a bathroom floor. Muscles aching and stomach growling. It couldn't get much worse!

Footsteps!

Perhaps I did hear something. I was certain someone was moving around outside. I yelled into my gag as loud as I could. I wasn't sure if my frantic mmmphing could be heard, but it was my only hope! Its all I could do. I could not even kick my feet against the wall, due to the hogtie. Whoever those robbers were, they knew how to tie people up!

"Mmmpphh! Mmph!"
I yelled into my gag, struggling frantically. The footsteps went right past the bathroom. Again, my heart sank. What if they could not hear me? Surely, they would look for me when the realized the store was robbed! I forced myself to calm. It would only be a matter of minutes now, and I would be free. I kept mmmphing into my gag, in spite of my parched mouth. It mattered little, though. I would be free soon enough. An eternity passed, it seemed, as I mmmphed into my gag. Finally, the door opened. The embarrassment of being seen trussed up so helplessly paled in comparison of being freed.

"See you didn't go anywhere, darlin'." It was the voice of the woman robber! My heart could not sink any lower. My hopes for rescue dashed by that playful little chuckle of hers, simply delighted and far too amused by my predicament.

"Mmmph..." Came my dejected, gagged reply.

"There's been a little change of plans. Good news for you is we won't be keeping you in here any longer." My hopes rose once more. Perhaps they decided to untie me?

"Bad news is we're keeping you for ransom." She replied, and, I heard someone else move in the room. My hopes were dashed, again, and replaced with something else: fear. Ransom? Me? I had never thought anything like this could happen to me. My mind raced. I was not rich. Why would they take me for ransom?

"Mmmph!" I struggled vainly, and probably pathetically, most of my energy already spent trying to escape. There was nothing I could do. I heard a snipping sound, and, felt the pressure on my legs let go as I was freed from the hogtie. Hands grabbed my ankles, and, moments later I heard another snipping sound as my legs were freed.

"Don't go getting any smart ideas. Remember, I still got the gun. You're gonna come with us, and I don't think you wanna resist." The man spoke again, his stern voice contrast to his partner's playful one. What else could I do? I nodded weakly, and, was lifted to my feet.

"Walk." He spoke, his firm hand on my shoulder pushing me on. The woman must have opened the door, and I was led through the store, and out the back door. I could not help but think this was rather unusual. I felt the sun on my gagged and blindfolded face, and knew it must be mid-morning, at least. It made no sense! Could no one see me? I was about to scream out in the vain hopes of drawing some attention when I felt a hand firmly squeeze me shoulder.

"In." The man commanded, and, I pushed forward into their van.

Perhaps, contrary to what I had thought mere minutes ago, it could get worse.

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby xtc » Tue Dec 13, 2011 8:57 am

Thank you for the latest episode. It continues to interest.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby Myhandsaretied » Thu Dec 15, 2011 4:19 am

The hand that pushed me into the back of the van was not a kind one. I fell forward, and felt hands lift my legs and slide me the rest of the way in. I could tell someone came into the van with me, and I heard the doors slam shut. With them went any hope of being seen, heard, and rescued. My heart sank, and I mmphed my dejection into my gag, now quite soggy from being in my mouth for so long.

"Oh, its not so bad, darlin'." The woman spoke. I now knew who came in the back of the van with me. I was not surprised, considering the enjoyment she seemed to derive from taunting me in my bound and helpless state.

"Mmph." Was my feeble protest. It was met with a laugh and a slap to my butt.

"Oh, but this way you get to lay around and do nothing all day. Besides, some people happen to enjoy being tied up." She went on, and I heard the engine start. Wherever they were taking me, I was now on my way.

"Just relax, hon. We're professionals. Do what we say, and, you'll be alright." She sounded sincere. Was she trying to reassure me? I was not left to ponder this for too long, as my thoughts were intruded upon by the all-too-familiar sound of a ziptie tightening itself about my feet. I mmphed into my gag, a weak protest.

"Don't worry, we'll be where we're going soon enough. Then you'll be untied." Her words brought a slight amount of hope for a reprieve from my bondage, and just perhaps, a chance to escape. There was nothing else to do but settle in, with the faint hopes that she was telling the truth. I would not be hurt, and, that I would be untied. So, there I was bound and gagged, blindfolded in the back of a van headed who-knows-where, taken hostage for reasons beyond my understanding. What a morning, indeed.

There was no way for me to know where we were going. We had driven maybe half-an-hour, when we finally came to a stop and the engine was shut off.

"Home, sweet home." She taunted, slapping my butt rather hard. I mmmphed in protest, but that only made her laugh.

"Lets get you inside and comfortable. You may be staying with us awhile!" I did not like the sound of that. The bonds on my legs were cut, the door to the van opened, and I was led out of the van. It was obvious the van was parked in a garage. There went any hope of being seen taken into wherever they were going to keep me. The man's hands were on my shoulder, and rather unkindly pushed and led me. Through a door way. A turn. The steps were interesting, being blindfolded and bound. I nearly fell twice. A few more steps, and, a door.

"Sit." The man spoke, and, pushed me down onto a chair. It was a wooden chair, but not entirely uncomfortable.

"Now, we're going to untie you. But, before we do that, you need to promise that you're not gonna try anything funny. Oh, and if you know what is good for you, you'll leave the blindfold on." The woman spoke. I nodded my agreement. Anything to be free of my bondage. The ziptie that gagged me was cut, and then my hands were freed. I spit out the soggy wad of papertowels that had kept me silent all morning.

"Water?" She asked. I nodded, and was handed a bottle. It was warm, but it did not matter. I drank from it, before it was taken from me.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, finally free to speak what was preeminent on my mind.

"Its simple. We need money. The owner of the store has money. Unfortunately, it means you will be our guest for a little while." Came her simple, matter-of-fact reply. She went on, "Its not personal. Just, we needed more money than was in your store. You were already tied up with nothing else to do.."

"That's enough." The man spoke. "He doesn't need to know anything . I'll go get the stuff, you take care of him. Lets get this done with."

"You heard 'em, hon. This is what is gonna happen. You get five minutes in the bathroom. Once you're inside, you can take the blindfold off. But, when you're done, it goes back on and you knock on the door. I don't need to explain that it makes things much more complicated if you see us. You do want to go home, hmm?"

"Of.. of course." Came my reply. They were all business. "Then what?"

"Now now, that's none of your concern." She replied, coyly. She led to the bathroom. There, I was finally able to remove the blindfold that had plagued me the entire morning. It was a small room, with no windows to the outside. Damn, I thought. So, with much rubbing of my poor wrists, and five minutes, I found myself blindfolded again. This time by my own hand.

I was led back into the small room, by the woman, who sat me down in the chair.

"Now, be a good boy and put your hands behind your back." She spoke to me. I could not see her, but could tell she was walking behind me.

"But... you don't need to tie me up. I'll cooperate... please.." I must have sounded rather pathetic and desperate.

"This is for your own good, darlin'. If you're tied up, you won't get any bright ideas about running away which will make us do something harsh. Now, hands behind your back. Or do I need to call Mister in here?"

What else could I do? I reluctantly put my hands behind my back, which meant they went past one of the rungs of the chair. I felt my wrists drawn together, and this time, something softer wrap around them. Rope. It was wrapped around my wrists once, twice, thrice, before being tightened and cinched. The result was my hands being firmly, but not uncomfortably, bound behind my back and around one of the rungs. I was stuck to the chair now. Another rope was passed around my chest, binding me further to the chair. Like my wrists, the ropework was tight, but not too tight. As she began binding my legs together, she started humming to herself. She was truly enjoying this! My ankles were bound together, and then, to the chair. I felt her fingers run over my bound form, coyly and teasingly, until she stood behind me once more.

"Any last questions?"

"What are you going to do to me..." Came my question. Being bound once more dashed any hopes of escape.

"Keep you nice and tied-up until we get our money." She replied, and I felt her tilt my head back. I went to speak again, but instead was treated to something being stuffed into my mouth again, and moments later, something soft being tied over my mouth.

"There. You gotta say, its more comfortable than before?" All I could do was mmmmphh my protest. So, there I was, bound and gagged, tied to a chair, and blindfolded, when I heard the door open once more, and I heard the man speak.

"Lets get down to business."

Business, when I had yet to eat breakfast. I should have asked when they were going to feed me.

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby xtc » Thu Dec 15, 2011 5:27 am

This story is progressing nicely. It's a good example of a "rounded" story as compared to an arid list of who did what with which and to whom.
Please continue the entertainment when you are ready.
Wassail!
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby Myhandsaretied » Thu Dec 15, 2011 5:45 am

Again, thanks for the compliment! I'm glad the story is being enjoyed.

Out!

Postby MattyH » Fri Dec 16, 2011 6:47 pm

Out!
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Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby dreadnaught3200 » Mon Dec 19, 2011 12:51 am

This is a brilliant story, I'm really enjoying it.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby Myhandsaretied » Mon Dec 19, 2011 3:28 am

Once more, thank you all for the compliments. :big: I'm glad the story is being enjoyed!

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Apparently, getting down to business did not mean I had to do much except sit there, bound and gagged. I felt something placed on my lap, and then, heard the couple moving about in the room, though I could not tell what exactly they were doing. Moments later, I heard the sound of a camera snapping. Ironically, even as I was a hostage bound to a chair, with my life potentially in danger, the very thought of a picture being taken of me like this caused some embarrassment. I would see the picture weeks later. Sitting there in the golf shirt and jeans, hair messed up, looking more scared than I remembered being. The day's newspaper on my lap, the ropes wrapped tightly around my chest, pinning me to the chair. The tight cleave gag, biting into the sides of my mouth with the cloth stuffing causing my cheeks to bulge, keeping me silent. The black scarf wrapped tightly over my eyes. My feet bound in rope, and lashed to the lower rung of the chair. I had trouble recognizing myself, which was a relief! I could see the tarp they had put up on the wall behind me, and the edge of the bed in the room. Ironic, that for all the time I spent there, I had first seen it in a photograph weeks later.

After the picture had been taken, I was left to my own devices. The ropes binding my hands were rather inescapable. They held onto my wrists snugly, and resisted my attempts to struggle free, but did not tighten further. Whoever this lady was, she was an expert with ropes. My legs were similarly bound. I could not work my gag out, no matter how I try, and the blindfold effectively kept me in the dark. I could not even move the chair. They had it bolted down to the floor. So, there I was, bound and gagged, blindfolded and alone. And worse yet, I was hungry!

Let me tell you. Being tied up can be very boring. I don't know how long I was left like that, but in those hours I lost track of time completely. I was given over to my only sense left. Sounds. And, I could not hear much. No passing vehicles outside. Only the occasional muffled voice or footstep from upstairs. They must have done something to help soundproof the room. She did say they were professionals. I doubted I was the first person held captive in this room. So, I was left to my thoughts, and the anxiety of being held hostage. Would they let me go? How long would I be held? Would they hurt me, or worse, what if the ransom wasn't paid? How much were they demanding? Is there a way to escape that I had missed? During it all, I must have finally dozed off, as I was startled when the door to the room opened.

"Hey darlin'. Having fun yet?" The woman spoke, teasingly. How I hated her!

"Mmph!" Came my reply. I was thirsty. I was hungry. I was sore. I was certainly not in the mood.

"Oooh. I'll take that as a yes. But, you better calm down if you wanna eat something." At her words, I ceased by struggles and mmphing. I was famished. I did not know what time it was, but, I had not eaten all day.

"That's a good boy. Now, I'm gonna take your gag out. Promise to stay quiet?" I eagerly promised. The gag was then removed, and, a glass of water was lifted to my lips. I drank, gratefully. Before I could ask any questions, a sandwich was lifted to my lips. Thus I was fed by her and I had the feeling it was something she was enjoying immensely. Following that, I was finally untied, and allowed a ten minute restroom break. How I dreaded the end of that ten minutes. For, I would once again be blindfolded, and, undoubtedly tied up. As before, I had to place the blindfold on my head before knocking on the door of the bathroom, signaling was done. Again, I was led back to my room.

"Since you've been a good boy, we decided to let you sleep in a bed tonight. However, I'm still going to tie you up." I was unsurprised.

"Lay down on your back, and put your hands together over your head." She instructed, and, I complied. Again, my hands were bound snugly, tied together and then to one of the rungs on the bedframe above my head. My feet were bound together tightly, and, tied off to the bedframe as well.

"Open up." She teased. I knew what was coming, and still tried to protest.

"Please don..mmph!" She stuffed a cloth in my mouth, and then lifted my head, wrapping that scarf around it again. Effectively binding and silencing me. Out of some small mercy, she placed a pillow under my head. I felt her hands on my chest, teasingly, before the door opened. They were quickly withdrawn. It was the male.

"Good news, and bad news."

My heart sank at his words. Bad news?

"Mmph mmf?"

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby xtc » Mon Dec 19, 2011 4:20 am

Surely you're not going to be mean enough to leave the poor person there over Christmas?
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby Myhandsaretied » Mon Dec 19, 2011 4:58 am

xtc wrote:Surely you're not going to be mean enough to leave the poor person there over Christmas?


Oh, my lips are sealed.

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby xtc » Mon Dec 19, 2011 7:59 am

Myhandsaretied wrote:
Oh, my lips are sealed.


That's right - rub it in!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby Myhandsaretied » Tue Dec 20, 2011 7:45 am

I took in a sharp breath. Bad news? That is the last thing a tied-up and utterly helpless hostage wants to hear.

"Good news is no one knows what happened this morning. I went to the store earlier, after dropping off the ransom note to the owner. People there ain't seen nothing, and the manager even said the video-tapes were too grainy to tell anything." My heart sank again. This was the good news? Well, for them, it was. For me, it was just more bad news. Something I was getting used to.

"Funny walkin' in there after robbing it blind, and them being none-the-wiser." The couple both shared a chuckle, and she patted my shoulder.

"We walked off with more than just their money, too!" She teased. I could only mmph in protest.

"Bad news is we are gonna have to wait get get our money. Seems miss rich owner lady is on vacation for the holidays. According to one of her neighbors.." I could not believe my ears. Maybe they would just let me go?

"Aww, seems you're going to be our guest for longer than we thought!" She spoke to me. Of course they would not just let me go. I could never be that lucky!

"Mmmmph!" I protested, struggling vainly against my bonds. Having had something to eat, I felt a bit more energetic.

"Shh, shh." I felt her finger go over my gagged lips. A few moments later, I ceased my struggles. The ropes were snug. I was, once again, not going anywhere.

"Remember, darlin', I can make this as comfortable.. or uncomfortable.. as possible. Right now you're laying on a nice comfy bed, bound with soft rope. We could chain you up to the ceiling overnight. Hands over your head. Kept up on your tippy-toes. Struggling and mmmphing into a much meaner gag. Sweating from the strain. Would you like that?" Her voice was coy. Part of me knew she would love nothing more than to do just as she described. She was, if anything, a lady who enjoyed her work. Naturally, I shook my head no.

"Then you best settle down." She tapped my gagged lips with her finger, then I sensed she moved away.

"So, what are we gonna do? Wait for her to get back?" She asked.

"We don't have much choice. We already grabbed this one. It'd be a waste to let 'em go." He replied, then went on. "I guess we could always get rid of him. But, the ransom note is already delivered."

"Mhmm, and he has been such a good boy. I say we keep 'em. Miss rich owner lady will get back from her vacation, eventually, and we'll get our money. But, now, I think we should 'relax' after a long, hard day."

"Heh, sounds like a plan." He replied, and the pair left the room, and me.

As soon as the door closed, and I was sure they had left, I began struggling against my ropes. Being tied up and held hostage for a day is one thing. Being held captive for a week? Two? That is another thing entirely! What if she did not come back until after the holiday? Would they keep me bound and gagged until then? I'm not sure why I even wondered. That woman enjoyed her work far too much, and I was not looking forward to experiencing more of it first-hand! I wriggled my hands, trying to get them from the ropes that bound them. Struggle and strain as I might, they were simply too tight. Though I kept struggling until my wrists were sore. I had to face facts: escape was hopeless, and I was helpless.

Forget a rough morning. It was going to be a rough week...

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby dreadnaught3200 » Fri Dec 23, 2011 1:24 am

Awesome! More.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby Vukk » Sat Dec 24, 2011 3:51 am

Ransom notes are successful because the kidnap victim has an emotional claim to the one given the ransom note. Also, FBI don't allow ransom to truly be paid. Also, 99% of the people working as a clerk who have keys to a store are not well off and it wouldn't be worth it to try and kidnap them.

Taking those logical thoughts out, it wouldn't surprise me if he got a bit of pleasure from the way the lady is acting. Nor would him getting a bit of pain to go along with it.

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby Myhandsaretied » Sat Dec 24, 2011 6:28 am

All well and true! No one said human behavior was logical, however. And if they did, they would most certainly be wrong.

That said, more to come, likely after the holidays.

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby Myhandsaretied » Fri Dec 30, 2011 6:59 am

It had to be the longest night of my life, my first night as a hostage. My hands tied snugly together, tightly bound above my head to a bed frame. My feet tied similarly. My bonds inescapable, my gag and blindfold adding to my helpless state. Unable to move, speak, or see left me little to do but struggle occasionally against my bondage. Quite in vain, I might add. When I was not struggling, I dozed off, awaking some indeterminate amount of time later. Were my eyes open? Closed? I could not tell, for the blindfold did a perfect job in doing just that: making me blind. Even so, there was probably no open windows or lights on in the room, if so. Not like I could tell. I had no conception of the passing of time, between dozing and waking. Sometimes I would dream I was free, only to find out that I was quite helplessly bound and gagged. The realization would always come as a startle, and I would often go into a frenzy trying to escape until I realized, again, the futility of it all. Needless to say, I did not sleep well. Perhaps I could have been worse off. After-all, I was laying on a bed, and I did have a pillow. Still, small comforts compared to the anxiety of being a helpless hostage. I had no idea what they would do with me. While I had not been harmed, yet, I was still held captive for ransom. It was a rather desperate move on their part, which could only mean that if things did not go well for them, they would not end well for me. It was thoughts like these that kept me up. The strain of my bondage, surprisingly, was minimal. I was more comfortable tied to the bed than on the chair, and certainly more comfortable than I had been the prior morning, hogtied on the bathroom floor.

Finally, I heard it. Stirring, from outside. Footsteps. Talking. They were awake. I wriggled my hands, trying one final time to get them loose. Perhaps if I could untie myself, I could escape when they tried to enter the room? All I knew was that I really did not want to spend another day, let alone another night, a hostage. The door opened as I was still amid my struggles, though I stopped suddenly, my efforts were spied.

"Going somewhere?" It was the woman. Her voice, this time, was not teasing or playful.

"Mmph!."

"No, of course not. Sleep well?" I could tell she was standing over me, by now. For all my struggles the last night, I could not even remove the blindfold. I nodded my head no, as if in protest.

"Aw, that is too bad. So, you know the drill. I'll untie you. You get a bathroom break. I tie you up again. And, if you are a good little hostage, you get something to eat. Okay?" She was all business. Of course, I nodded my assent. I was untied, ungagged, but left blindfolded. I was led to the bathroom. I searched again for something, anything, that could be used to escape. Perhaps I could slip something into my pocket. However, there was nothing. and I simply did not have enough time. Once more, what could not have been five minutes later, there was the knock on the door.

"Time's up. Put your blindfold back on." Of course, I did. The door was opened, and I was led back to the room, and without warning she grabbed my hands roughly, tying them rather tightly in front of me.

"Ow. That's tight.." I complained.

"Oh, you'll be fine." Again, there was no quip. She was in a rather foul mood. I heard her moving about, but with the blindfold, I could not see what she was doing. I heard the sound of rope being used, pulled, or falling against the ground. I turned my head in that direction, curious. Of course, I couldn't see anything. A few moments passed, with my hands bound in front of me, tighter than anything I had yet to experience at their hands. Even with the zipties. Then, I felt her grab my wrists, felt rope being passed around them, and suddenly, my hands being pulled up over my head as I stood there.

"Oof! Why don't you just..-" I was interrupted by a slap to my face. A hard slap, that left a stinging sensation. A moment later, my mouth was stuffed with something and I heard the sound of duct tape being pulled and torn. Before I could even spit the stuffing out, the tape was wrapped around my head.

"Mmmph!" I cried out. She continued to wrap my head, securing the gag, and then, continued to wrap it around my blindfold. The few bits of light that came through were darkened.

"Mmff.." Came my more subdued protest. It was answered by the duct tape being wrapped around my ankles. And then, my knees.

"Mfffpph mmmmf!"

"For misbehaving, you don't get anything to eat this morning. If you are a good boy, maybe you can have lunch."

"Mmph.." I protested, weakly. Here I was standing up, hands tied over my head. And again, I was hungry. She did not say anything. She only left, without word. Her mood worried me. If she was like this, things must not be going well for my kidnappers. And, that would mean things would start getting worse for me. I tested my bonds, to find them rather inescapable. The ropes bit harshly into my wrists as a result of my struggles. My mind was racing. Something had set them off. I could not stay here any longer. If I did, who knew what would happen to me. I knew what I had to do. Somehow.

Escape.

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby xtc » Fri Dec 30, 2011 9:37 am

This seems to be turning into a major epic. It is a pleasure to read and I'm sorry there have not been more responses.
Wassail!
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby Myhandsaretied » Fri Dec 30, 2011 12:51 pm

xtc wrote:This seems to be turning into a major epic. It is a pleasure to read and I'm sorry there have not been more responses.
Wassail!
Xtc


I am glad it is being enjoyed! :big:

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby three time's a duct taping » Fri Dec 30, 2011 5:36 pm

This really is a good piece of writing. Clear, solid punctuation and grammar, coupled with a good drive. You don't create a pace you can't keep up with; admirable, I say.
I hope to see more, as this is very, very entertaining.

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby Karina82 » Mon Jan 02, 2012 12:08 pm

love this story!
Karina
I'm sub :)
I am not very active on this site anymore :(

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby Obedience » Mon Jan 16, 2012 12:36 pm

You HAVE to write more!!! Please please! I want this to happen to me SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BAD!
Dont rush, proofread it (unlike me :D) im sure it will be great anyways!!!!!

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby Myhandsaretied » Mon Jan 16, 2012 9:03 pm

So, there I was, strung up in the basement of a couple-turned robbers turned-kidnappers. By now, the ropes were biting into my wrists rather harshly. My shoulders were killing me, as were my legs. I could not move an inch, with my hands tied over my head, and my ankles and knees duct-taped. Forget seeing anything. I had been blindfolded for much of the past two days. In this helpless state, unable to even see if there was any sunlight coming through the windows, this assuming there were windows in the room I had been kept bound and gagged in for over twenty-four hours now. To this day, I couldn't tell you. I struggled in vain for what must have been hours. I could not slip my wrists from their bonds. I was frantic, for I knew I had to escape. There would be no ransom for me. They had grabbed me in some sort of desperation. And, if I stayed, I would pay the price for it. They certainly couldn't keep me, and, I was not willing to be they would just let me go, either.

Finding escape, again, rather impossible, I was left to my thoughts. Thoughts turned from panic, to fear, to determination. I had to get out of here. And, this is when the plan formed. Every time I was taken to the bathroom, it was by the female. I had never seen her, but I knew I would never be able to overpower the man. Her, however? It was my only chance. The next time I was untied, I would make a break for it. The door to the bathroom opened outward. If she were standing close to it, I could open it quickly, disorienting her. I would only have a few moments, but, I had little choice. I could remain a bound and gagged hostage, or, make a move for freedom.

I made up my mind.

Eventually, after what was another eternity in bondage, the door opened. I heard footsteps. They were soft. Hers. It is funny how you can pick up on things, when deprived of your other senses.

"Hows my dear little captive?" She taunted. Her mood was slightly improved. I felt her nails as she ran her fingers over my chest. I mmphed into the gag, again, a muffled protest.

"Are you hungry?" She asked. I nodded.

"Going to be a good little hostage?" Again, a nod.

She proceeded to ungag me. And, then fed me. It was another sandwich. Thankfully, she was feeling generous. I was given some water as well. Before she gagged me, I was able to ask her a question.

"Can I use the bathroom, please?" My voice was quiet, polite, as any good captive should be.

She did not speak her response, but, I felt the ropes loosen on my wrists, and I was allowed to lower them in what was hours. The duct-tape on my ankles and knees was ripped off, thankfully it was over my jeans! Finally, my hands were untied, but only after she assured me she had a gun and not to try anything funny. I, of course, promised to comply.

I was led the few paces from the room, to the bathroom. Once there, I took off my blindfold, and, I listened. I could hear her outside the door. More importantly, I could not hear anyone upstairs. I knew it was now, or never. Much before my five minutes was up, the door flew open, knocking the woman against the wall and, true to her word, the gun she said she had onto the floor. Long red hair, and she stood over six-feet tall. She wore tight jeans, and, a black t-shirt. She was, in a word, gorgeous. Not that my mind was thinking about that, at the moment. No, I rushed her, knocking her down. Between the door slamming into her, and, my body, she was stunned. But, I was sure, only for a moment. I kicked the gun away, and, using the cloth that had been used to blindfold me, wrapped it around her wrists and tied it tightly. Before she regained her senses, my hand was over her mouth.

"Now, don't make a noise. I got your gun." She complied. I did not exactly have the time to mess around, so, I pushed her into the bathroom and closed the door. Glancing around, I noticed another wooden chair in the hall, outside my room. I rushed over, and wedged it up against the bathroom door. And, then I ran. I could hear her screaming and knocking at the door.

I could not tell you how I got out of the house. Or, how I found the road from the back-woods home I was kept a hostage in. Only, that I did find the road, and there, someone kind enough to let me use their cell-phone. Within hours, I was safe at a police station, giving what little testimony I could. Due to the adrenaline, my recollection of the woman was vague. Nor could I describe the man, at all. My directions to the house, however, led the cops there. Unfortunately, by then, it was abandoned.

I never did go back to work at that gas-station. Not a day passes that I don't think of my experiences as a bound and gagged hostage. And, the couple? Well, they were still free to strike again...

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby xtc » Tue Jan 17, 2012 3:13 am

Welcome back. Thanks for completeing this.
I hope you have some more ideas for our entrtainment.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby Myhandsaretied » Tue Jan 17, 2012 4:11 am

I very well may!

Re: Bound to be a Rough Morning

Postby dreadnaught3200 » Sun Jan 22, 2012 1:00 am

Oh please do!
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford