## Bondage Games Part I

Post by hitchit7567 » Thu Jun 06, 2013 11:42 am

Bondage Games Part I
I struggled back and forth on the floor without any real hope of getting free. Jas whimpered beside me in much the same predicament. I pulled with all my might on the ropes tying my wrists to my ankles, but there wasn’t any give. It’s crazy thinking back now, about how much we have learned and how much better our techniques have gotten in just a few short weeks.
My wrists were tied palm to palm behind my back, my gloved hands rubbing softly against each other. My elbows had also been bound and tightly cinched so that they were snug up against each other. It was all that Fuchsia could do to even get the rope back between my arms to cinch it off. I had on a tight breast harness with several loops going above and below my breasts tightly binding my arms to my body. Fuchsia had then gone from my breasts and looped the rope around my shoulders, passing it behind my neck and then back to the start of the breast harness in the middle of my back. She didn’t stop there though. Learning from past experience, she had run the rope back up between my arms and looped it through the rope going behind my neck. When she pulled down and knotted it off, it served the dual purpose of lifting up my elbow rope to make sure that I didn’t slip out like I did last time and also made everything just that much tighter.
She had wasted no time in binding my soft hosed ankles, knees and thighs. We always wore two pairs of pantyhose to help with the tightness of the ropes, but it still bit in cruelly. From here she had snugged a rope tightly around my waist and pulled it back between my legs and up to my wrists securing them to my tight little ass, leaving some rope hanging. At this point Fuchsia had gone for the piece de resistance and set about hogtying me. Taking a rope she looped it through my harness, down to my feet and back to the harness creating a pulley system. She really had learned. None of us were overly strong so it was difficult to get the pull on the rope necessary to make sure that something was truly tight. Amplifying her strength, the pulley system allowed her to inexorable draw my wrists tight to my ankles, lifting my thighs and my chest off the ground. I wiggled my cute little hosed toes at the rigorousness of the bondage. Mistake. Noticing the movement, she quickly did three things. First, she masterfully buckled a 2.5 inch trainer ball gag into my mouth. Second, she placed my bound feet on top of each other and cinched them together with the leftover rope from my hands. There was still rope remaining from tying my feet together though so third and finally, she drew this rope to my gag and slipped it through the ring at the top. She then relentlessly pulled it back towards my feet, lifting my head and baring my neck while drawing my body into a taut bow.
I couldn’t move. Let me emphasize that if you have never been tied up like this. I... could... not... move. Every part of my body was strained, lifted, and cinched. My only remaining freedom was a slight rocking ability and the movement of my fingers and oh so tightly hosed feet, but I certainly wasn’t going to demonstrate this for fear of what might happen to me next.
Jas beside me was in a very similar predicament, except her arms were tied in a box-tie allowing her to be pulled into an even more extreme arch. She looked gorgeous in her pantyhose and her black thong leotard. I could see from the look in her eyes that despite her extremely stressful state she was thinking much the same of me. We both new this was it. This was the one we wouldn’t be escaping from. It was best we just settle in for the long haul.
I should start over. My name is Amber, and this all started about a month ago. My twin sister Jas and I are two average girls. Well, that’s not entirely true. We’re identical, and both quite pretty if the opinions of drooling college boys have any merit. We’re 20 years old and Juniors in college. We both were in gymnastics up until we went away for school. We didn’t think we’d keep up with it the way we should what with our studies and all so we called it quits. Because of that we’ve always stayed in great shape and have always been extremely flexible. It’s stunted our growth though as I am 4’7” and Jas is about a quarter inch taller. Fortunately what it didn’t stunt was our breasts, those came in fully at small D’s which looked quite impressive on our rather petite 85 pound frames. We both had light brown hair that we kept about chin length. We kept all of our permanent features as close to each other as possible, so that if we ever needed to act out the other we could easily do it.
Jas and I were home from college. During the summer (if you could call 60 degree highs in the Upper Peninsula summer) we worked at Hooters. It’s cliche and ridiculous for two pretty young girls like ourselves to work there but that is just how things panned out. Men are willing to throw money at young pretty servers like crazy so it works well to help pay for school.
We’d been home for around a month and there were these two guys who kept coming back. Steve and Joe, we found out there names were. Both in their early 30s and decent enough looking. They never really said much but were always good tippers. They did seem to take an uncommon interest in my sister and I but still it was less than most men, it was just noticeable because they didn’t seem to be especially interested in anything.
This story begins on a Thursday night indistinguishable from any other night. Jas and I were working at Hooter’s and our shift was drawing to an end. We were tired and ready to be done with all the men, (and not a few women) staring at our asses and our sexy hosed legs, not to mention the cleavage that was spilling from our shirts. Finally done, we gathered up our tips and headed home for the evening. Pulling into the garage, we trudged up the stairs to our bedroom. Twenty years old and we still share a bedroom, I know. Despite being completely different personalities, we do share some interests (gymnastics obviously being one of them). I am a fair amount more girly than Jas. I like wearing skirts and high heels, Jas typically tries to wear jeans if she can, but still doesn’t mind showing off her body. Jas absolutely loathes heels though. She will not wear them and thinks that it is absolutely ridiculous for a woman to put on shoes that raise up their feet and make it difficult for her to walk for no good reason. She just accepts that she is short, but it works for her. Jas has always been tougher than me, and people tend not to mess with her because she will lay down the law. I’m a little bit more of a pushover, but I do tend to get along with people better. We’re together so often though that our dissimilarities usually compliment each other. One thing that we do agree on though is our Hooter’s uniforms. We hate the ridiculous socks, the uncomfortable push up bra, the wedgie inducing shorts, and the (by the end of the night) sweaty pantyhose. I definitely understand why they have us wear them, I must say my legs, which are already decent looking, do look phenomenal in them. However, they are uncomfortable and the kind they have us wear are just a little too rough (which again, I understand, because they do need to be durable to make it through a shift at Hooter’s).
Anyway we got home and I called dibs on the shower first. I stripped off my uniform except for the pantyhose and got into the shower. I know that sounds weird, but for some reason the one thing that I do like (and Jas too actually) is the feeling of these pantyhose in the shower. Something about the slick feeling when there is water running over them is just amazing. I took my body wash and ran it up and down my body getting in all the crevices after my long shift. I rubbed it all over getting in my crotch and making sure the pantyhose were clean. That was another benefit, after the shower we just threw the pantyhose in the mini dryer that we had in the bathroom and then they were ready to go again for the next shift. I never even needed to take them off to shave my legs. Both Jas and I had gotten laser hair removal done last year, so our legs always stayed silky smooth. I toweled off and got ready for bed. Typically I sleep in just a pair of old sweatpants. A lot of girls insist on wearing a top to bed, but I’ve never really been into that. I hopped in bed and after her shower Jas soon followed. That was the last time in a while that I had a normal nights sleep...
I woke up suddenly in the morning with a heavy weight on my chest. I blearily opened my eyes to find a man straddling me on my bed. I began to scream out, but he quickly clamped a hand over my mouth.
“Shh, there sweetie. We don’t want any trouble now,” he said, showing me a knife that he was holding.
“If you try anything my associate over there is going to put a little knick in your sister, and if she tries anything I’m gonna put one in you,” he said fiercely.
I looked over to Jasmine’s bed and saw that she was also pinned and hand-gagged by another man, who I suddenly recognized as Steve, one of our regulars from Hooter’s. Turning back, I realized it was Joe who was pinning me down.
“Now, I’m going to need you to put this in your mouth. If you try anything your sister will pay for it,” he said, holding up a large squishy ball the size of a grapefruit.
‘Mmmph,” I mumbled back nodding my head. Somehow, they knew the perfect ploy to get us to cooperate. Me, I would have done whatever they asked no matter what, Jas on the other hand would have fought like an animal except that now anything she did would hurt me.
Steve had a similar ball and likewise moved it towards Jas’s mouth. Joe removed his hand and roughly shoved the ball into my mouth. It was enormous. I tried to struggle but he squeezed his legs tighter around my body and I was forced to concede. He kept pushing the ball further into my mouth, packing it deeply into my cheeks and as far back as it would go. When he finally stopped there was just a little bit coming out of my lips yet and the rest inside had expanded to fill my mouth ridiculously pressing down my tongue and doing an excellent job of impairing my speech. He pulled out a roll of black micro-foam tape and, while still keeping me pinned, began to wrap it around my face and beneath my hair. After just one wrap I knew there was no way the ball was coming out, but he did a full four more wraps, completely covering my jaw from just below my nose to my chin.
“All right, I’m going to get off you now, and you’re going to do exactly as I tell you. You won’t like the consequences if you don’t,” said Joe. He slowly stepped back off the bed. Looking over I could see that Jas was now likewise gagged with a fearful look in her eyes and Steve had extradited himself from her bed as well.
“Both of you are going to get out of bed, strip off whatever clothes you have on, and put on the clothes we have for you. You have three minutes or we’re going to do it ourselves, and you’re not going to like that,” said Steve.
Steve reached over to a duffel bag on the ground that I had not noticed and pulled out some clothes. They handed each of us what appeared to be a matte black thong leotard and two pairs of suntan wolford pantyhose. I had to say, it was clear they had spared no expense, I knew how expensive wolfords were and the leotard felt amazing as well. I looked questioningly up at Joe.
“Two minutes 47 seconds,” Joe said looking down at me and tightening the grip on his knife. That got me in gear.
I jumped out of bed and pulled off my sweatpants. I quickly started stretching the pantyhose up my feet and onto my legs. I slid them up my legs and realized why it was they were so expensive. They were heavenly soft. The package said they were called neon 40s. They were rather shiny, but in a very sexy way. I kept pulling them up until the waist snugged up right beneath my breasts. That was one problem that I always had with pantyhose, since I was so tiny they always came rather high on me. These could easily have gone right over my breasts so they sat easily and comfortably on my ribs.
“One minute 53,” Joe said glaring at me.
I wasted no time sliding the other pair on (though I had no idea why I was wearing two) and snapped them right up with the other pair. I quickly reached for the leotard as well, and began to wonder how on earth I was going to get it on. It was high cut on the thighs with a thong back and came to a turtleneck at the top, which you had to be zipped into. But it was small, really small. I stepped in it and realized that the material, while soft and strong, was stretchy as well. By no means was it going to be an easy thing, but I would be able to get it on. I looked over to Jas and saw that she was already going at it. She looked gorgeous in her pantyhose. The way they shined on her legs and made everything look so toned was amazing. She glanced over at me, and with a look of exasperation, urged me to continue with her eyes. Wrenched from my reverie, I quickly pulled the leotard up my legs and yanked it onto my hips. Even with two pairs of pantyhose on, the thong still managed to wedge its way into my ass. I tried to pull on the sleeves, but they were still too far down for me to get into. I pulled even harder on the bottom, really pulling it into my crotch and ass until I was finally able to get my arms in.
“47 seconds,” said Joe threateningly.
“Mmmph!” I gasped desperately.
I got the leotard all the way up onto my shoulders, but flexible as I was there was no way I was going to be able to zip it up. Jas, having already discovered the same problem, was already at my back, pulling the zipper up. The leotard was so tight it took some serious urging, but she finally managed to zip it all the way up to the nape of my neck. I quickly turned and zipped Jas into hers as well.
“You don’t even want to know how close that was girls,” said Steve.
“I don’t think you’re going to like it when you find out just how impatient we are,” Joe said menacingly.
We were both breathing heavily. You don’t realize how much more tiring things can be when you can’t breathe through your mouth. I looked over at Jas, she was incredible. Her body was slightly heaving from exertion, her breasts were trembling and over everything was this supertight and sexy outfit that accented every inch of her body. The fabric was so tight that there was not a wrinkle to be found. The cut of the leotard came just above her hips, showing off her perfect figure. I didn’t need a mirror to know that I looked just as amazing.
“All right, time to get you packed,” said Steve without any preamble.
They moved in closer and pinned us both face first down on Jas’s bed. Before I really could register what was going on, my hands were being drawn behind me and were quickly slipped into some sort of spandex sheath. It wasn’t normal spandex though. It was very soft, but it had much less give than normal spandex. There were straps that went up around my shoulders and behind my neck that allowed the sheath to be pulled up higher, shoving my hands deep into the bottom. It was so tight that even my fingers down at the bottom couldn’t separate from their prayer position. It was tightly zipped up bringing my elbows together so they were touching. My elbows were then even more tightly locked together with a belt over the top and then another belt at my wrists. Suddenly I was lifted back off the bed and sat down on it. When I was sitting down, the leotard managed to go even higher into my ass, making me gasp a bit. Steve’s hands were suddenly on my ankles buckling them with a tight leather strap, then my knees, above and below as well. Steve left me there and went over to Joe who was attending to Jas. She was putting up a bit of a struggle so I guess they decided to double team her.
Her arms were already tightly locked together in what I could see now looked like a matte black glove. Her ankles, knees, and thighs were also all tightly belted together. Additionally, they were now locking some sort of harness onto her upper body. It went around her head for starters, with straps that went over her shoulders and appeared to meet into a single strap again behind her head. The strap in the front had additional perpendicular straps that appeared to be used in going around the body, all of which met a metal ring just above her breasts. They took the bottom part of the harness and fed it between her thighs and out near her wrists. They roughly spun her around and pressed her up against the wall. Joe took the strap protruding from her butt and pulled it up, looping it through the belts at her wrists and elbows and attached it to the strap that ended behind her head. He really wedged down on the strap making Jas scream into her gag.
Muffled as it was I hoped that finally that might be enough for someone to come and get us. Our father worked a weird shift and wasn’t due back for a few hours, but our mother might have heard something and would come check on us. As I thought about that I realized just how foolish it was. If these men could come in and do this so easily to Jas and I, then certainly our mother was either already out of the house or in a very similar predicament downstairs already.
Meanwhile, Jas was being bound even further. The strap having been tightened she was now unable to move her arms away from her body. She struggled angrily as they sought to lessen her freedom even more. Perpendicular belts were drawn around her body now and tightly buckled behind her. She was tightly bound above her breasts, below her breasts, and around her stomach. Jas was quickly becoming capable of less and less.
Jas was getting more and more aggravated, now trying to thrash around in their grip so they pushed her down onto the floor. They forced her feet up so they were touching her butt and looped a belt all the way around her thighs and ankles and viciously tightened it there, quickly adding another belt around her shins and knees. Then they took and belted her wiggling hosed toes together. She still struggled violently on the ground, doing anything that she could to impede their progress. Undaunted, they took another belt and attached it up to the harness around her chest and looped it through her ankles tightening it until she squeaked into her gag. Now her thighs and chest were pulled well off the ground and she was rocking in a nice bow. Jas still wasn’t giving up. She rolled onto her side and tried to hit them with her head. Joe looked at Steve with a look of disbelief. Steve smiled to himself. I feared the worst for Jas.
Steve went back to the duffle bag and pulled out some leather strap arrangement with a huge red ball and a big black leather panel in front of it. He somehow removed the ball and then proceeded over to Jas. He quickly affixed it to her head and tightened all the straps. It appeared that usually the ball would have been inserted into her mouth, but instead the panel was simply tightened over Jasmines already existing gag. Above that there was a black leather blindfold that tightly covered her eyes. Not wasting any time, Steve then locked a chain onto her head harness and pulled it back to her ankles so that her head was pulled tightly back as well. Jas, now completely unable to move, did everything that she could to scream at them. Only small noises were coming out, but Joe and Steve still seemed to take this as an act of defiance.
Joe finished things. He took a carabiner with a rope attached to it and clipped it onto the strap that was hogtying Jas. He flipped the rope over the rafter in our room and back down through the carabiner. He pulled on the rope. At the first pull, Jas gasped audibly. Her chest and thighs were pulled even further up, but for the most part she was still grounded. She again started to struggle and mmph. Joe shrugged his shoulders and pulled in earnest. With those powerful muscles in his arms it was no problem to lift Jas off the ground. She was now fulling hanging by her hogtie rope. He pulled until she was at chest level for them and then knotted it off. Jas finally stopped struggling. All that could be heard was the occasional whimper.
Steve and Joe turned towards me. I desperately struggled to get as far away from them as I could.
“Are we going to have the same trouble from you?” asked Steve.
I shook my head no vigorously as I looked at the tightly bound form of Jas, now almost unrecognizable as it swung four feet off the ground.
“Good,” said Steve.
They finished strapping me then, putting the harness around my body, pulling everything viciously tight and belting my thighs as well, then sat me on the ground.
“Ok, we’ll be right back for you, just a final few preparations,” said Joe.
They walked out of the room. It had all happened so fast that now, I was suddenly able to actually take stock of my situation and what was happening to me. It occurred to me that our parents were not exactly individuals of great means, so ransom was out of the question. Neither of us were particularly important individuals. It left me with only one possibility. These men were here for us, our bodies, they were possibly sex traffickers or some other horrible thing.
I looked at Jas swaying above me and prayed that she would have the ability to control herself from here on out. There was no telling what it was that these men were capable of. Despite being in probably the most uncomfortable position she had ever been in Jas was somehow still breathing slowly and easily. I could just see her hosed toes wiggling against each other somehow still able to enjoy the amazing feeling of the pantyhose despite her predicament. I had no idea how she was doing it. I felt like I was tightly bound and gagged, what with my elbows smashed together behind my back and this ridiculous ball in my mouth, but it was nothing compared to her ordeal. I guess it’s not like she really had a choice. Neither of us did. There was absolutely nothing in the world that I could have done to free myself even one iota from my current situation. I pulled at my arms and they didn’t budge a bit. My sexy hosed legs in front of me I could move around, but I wasn’t sure how much good they were going to do me. I had the feeling that I might be able to get to my feet somehow and hop around, but I don’t think I could even manipulate the doorknob with my tightly encased hands. I was more helpless than I have ever been, and for some reason I could feel myself starting to get wet between my legs.
Before I had a moment to think about why it was that my current situation was arousing me, Steve and Joe came back.
Steve walked over to Jas, “Now I can let you down, but I have to know that you’re going to behave yourself. Are you?”
Jas managed to give just the smallest mmph of agreement and an itty bitty nod.
Steve slowly lowered her back to the ground. As she finally settled back to earth, I could hear a huge sigh of relief from her. They slowly removed her hogtie, the mask and her additional foot strap. As the mask came off she looked around and found me. It was clear that what they had done had had some serious effect on her. I knew that right then there was no way she was going to cross them again today, but I could still see some fierceness and defiance in her eyes. Steve walked over to me and threw me over his shoulder, while Jas was flipped over Joe’s.
They walked us out of the room that, for the last half hour, had been our own little dungeon. They took us down the stairs and into the rest of the house. We went through the living room and into the kitchen and my fears were realized.
There sitting tightly bound, gagged, and blindfolded on a kitchen chair was our mother. I screamed through my gag as we passed by her. Her head moved in our direction and she struggled violently in her chair, but it was no use. I didn’t know that much rope could fit on a person.
She had clearly been on her way out the door when they grabbed her. Our mother was very fond of pencil style skirt suits that she wore with bodysuits. She could pull it off too. Having had Jas and I when she was only 18 she still had a helluva body. This particular day she had been wearing a light gray skirt that came down around her mid thighs and a nice matching jacket. Of course those items were left on the kitchen table and she was tightly bound to the chair in just her navy blue bodysuit, black pantyhose, and four inch black pumps. She struggled with everything she had, but it wasn’t doing a thing.
She was sitting in a low backed kitchen chair with her arms pulled over the back. I could tell that her wrists were tied along with her elbows, and judging from her position her wrists were being tightly pulled down beneath the chair. Her chest had been wrapped with multiple layers of rope above and below her voluptuous breasts. A rope had been brought over her shoulder between her breasts attaching to her chest rope and back up again, tightly cinching and lifting her lovely tits. She also had ropes going around her middle that had been tightly cinched between her back and the chair back, making sure that she wasn’t going anywhere. Her legs were tied at the ankles, knees, and thighs just like ours. Additionally she appeared to have ropes going around the arches of her feet forcing her heels to stay on and keep them pointed. Then her feet had been drawn far back under the chair and attached to her wrist rope judging from the movement she made when she struggled. Her hips and thighs had been secured to the chair by wrapping coil after coil of rope around her lap and then cinching it between her legs and the chair bottom. Finally there was tight rope looped around her middle with a crotch rope going through it pulling her firmly back into the seat. She wasn’t going to be going anywhere without help.

### Re: Bondage Games Part I

Post by thedarkdefender » Sat Jun 08, 2013 2:35 am

Great start. Please continue