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Mother-Daughter Bond(ing/age) (F/F) - Part Eight Added
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Part Six - Katie's Turn At Being a Prisoner
Wednesday
"What is all this?" Angela asked as she shut the front door to the apartment. The apartment was littered with candles, giving a dull glow and a pleasant scent with it. The air main hallway leading to the living room and kitchen was thick and filled with steam. "This is dinner" said Katie sarcastically as she put a serving of spaghetti on each of the two plates in front of her. She wore her favourite crimson long-sleeved T-shirt with some ripped black jeans.
"I meant what's with the candles?" Replied Angela as she put her handbag in the floor and kicked off her high-heels. Angela wore her usual work clothes; a plain white shirt, a black skirt and tights. Katie walked over and served the two plates of spaghetti on the table, "I thought the candles looked nice and plus, it saves money" she said as she sat down at the table "hey, I forgot to tell you that I'm leaving in a few hours to go to my parents house for a few weeks" said Katie as she twirled spaghetti around her fork.
"I was just about to ask you if you wanted to come to my mom's house on Sunday for a game... My dad is supposed to be doing it this time, because he's going to work later than usual, which will be interesting" said Angela before putting a mouthful of meatballs in her mouth. Katie looked up at Angela "Sounds fun! Just sad I can't be there" said Katie before laughing to herself. Angela gave out a small giggle while chewing her food, "so what are you doing at your parents house?" Angela said after swallowing. The two women talked in the candle-lit apartment until Angela waved off her friend as she walked to the train stop from the apartment.
Sunday
Angela walked towards the front door of her parents' wearing her usual pink yoga pants and loose white t-shirt. She felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, she had never done a game with her father before. We planned everything out, she said to herself to calm down, as she put the key into lock and pushed the door open. Angela shut and locked the door, kicking her trainers off as she did, immediately she could her the distant groans of her mother coming from the basement.
Angela cautiously walked down the old wooden steps and saw her mother roped up, she stood in the middle of the basement with her wrists in the air to each side of her, held in place with rope which was secured to the roof. Beth's plain white shirt was missing a few dozen of the top buttons, the shirt cuffs were undone and her sleeves were up to her shoulders, her brown hair was a mess with something resembling a bun in the middle of it. Beth's head hung in front of her with two strips of duct tape sealing her lips shut and a rag stuffed hastily into her mouth, messily pouring out her cheeks. Her legs and knees were bound together with harsh brown rope which squeezed over her jeans.
Beth's head darted up as she heard Angela walk down the steps, "MMMNNNN!" Beth screamed while shifting her body forward as much as her restraints would let her. Beth's hands hung helplessly in the air as Angela made her way closer to her mother, "Mom?" Said Angela as she inched across the basement.
Suddenly she felt a hand grip over her mouth and lift her into the air kicking and screaming, her blonde ponytail flicking back and forth as she did so. Angela struggled against the large frame of her father who effortlessly walked over to an old black leather couch with his daughter in one hand and ropes in the other. "Calm down..." Said Angela's father in a somewhat calming tone, her struggling stopped, "Now... Turn around" said Angela's father as he let her feet touch the basement floor once more.
Angela got onto her knees in front of the couch, her back facing her dad and put her wrists behind her crossed over. Angela looked down at the floor as she felt the soft black rope racing around her wrists in a criss-cross fashion before being secured to her hips, with the same rope he tied up her elbows, tightening the rope until they touched before securing her elbows to her chest. The restraints were soft but assertive on her upper body, still she did not argue or say a word, still looking at the floor in front of the couch. While on her knees, Angela's ankles and thighs were tightly pulled together by the black ropes and knotted off, putting her into an extremely strict tie.
Angela tugged at the ropes coating her body while looking up at her exhausted, defeated mother. Beth watched as her daughter wobbled back and forth on her stomach, putting up some resistance to her bondage. "Jeez this is really intricate for a beginner" said Angela nervously while testing the ropes around her hips with her back arched. Beth watched her daughter's chin be lifted up before a black ball gag was strapped in her mouth behind her teeth and locked in place. The gag was strapped on tight around her head, "Argh!" Angela squealed in suprise as it was locked in place. In addition to the strap around her head, Angela's father tightened a chin strap which would make sure to pin the ball down on her tongue and stop any attempts at struggling. Finally, he retrieved a roll of white microfoam tape and stretched a large strip over her lips. The large amount of tension in the tape allowed it to hold Angela's lips together tightly and give a bulge where her lips and her gag are. Her father smoothed out the tape which covered the lower half of her face and her chin.
Suddenly, Angela's father lifted up his daughter and placed her on the couch effortlessly. "Sorry, your mom insisted that I used that gag on you" said Angela's father in an apologetic tone. Angela, sitting on the couch looking up at her father, rolled her eyes and fell back onto the couch. "You each have 90 minutes to escape, if you don't escape in time... Well, you'll see" said Angela's father as he walked towards Beth.
Beth turned her head as she watched her husband as he walked behind her. A feeling of dread washed over Beth's body, she knew what was going to happen but she was completely powerless to stop it. "MMMMHHH!" She yelled as she jolted and arched her back forward while her husband dug his fingers into her ribs which were exposed thanks to her hands being tied up in the air. In response to her screaming, Angela's father wrapped more duct tape around his wife's head, Angela, on the couch was intimidated by the sound and the speed of the duct tape as it unraveled and wrapped around her mother's face tightly. Her head was held still while layer after layer ripped around her mouth, fully muzzling all of her moans. The overbearing gag silenced her desperate pleading and the rag padded any noise that she made. The crinkly, silver tape held tight as it was stretched from Beth's desperate head movements, showing clearly, the imprint of her gaping mouth.
Angela watched on while sitting from the couch. She enjoyed the view, her mother's eyes swelling up with tears of laughter, her mother's knees shaking as she lost the strength to stand and most of all she loved the moans and groans that managed to make its way through the tight, silver tape.
Angela's wrists felt as though they were welded together with the rope, she pulled away as hard as she could but the rope around her waist held tight. She could woddle her chest about or arch her back and push, but the ropes around her chest and her elbows refused to budge. Despite her bondage being tight and inescapable, she was comfortable, the ropes were just snug enough that they did not pinch her but enough that she would stay in place. What she loved the most out of everything however, was her gag. Even though her mother had picked it out to torment her, she loved it. It was so simple yet so effective. Any struggle from her jaw would be shutdown with the chin strap, any movement from her lips was tightly controlled with the microfoam tape and the black ball would harshly stop any movement from her tongue while it was locked behind her teeth.
Eventually, Angela's father grew bored and gave Beth a break. She was completely helpless and exhausted with a light film of sweat glazing every inch of her skin, her hair even more bent out of shape. Angela herself sat on the old leather couch with her hands bound behind her back as she twisted side to side in a weak attempt to struggle, she looked down at her body which was tightly wound up in soft black rope. Too distracted with her own predicament, Angela failed to see her father take another length of black rope and briskly walk towards her.
"Ggnnmmppnn!" Angela screamed as she was forced onto her stomach. Her father tied a rope from her elbow restraints and connected it to the rope around her ankles then tightened it until it felt as though her back would break. Angela was flipped onto her back with her stomach arching into the air from the strict hogtie. "Ngnnnnmmm!" She pleaded, while looking at her mother in the eyes. Without warning, Angela's father dug his fingers into her ribs causing her to explode with movement and laughter. For the first few minutes she desperately struggled to no avail until she lost the strength to struggle or fight.
She looked at her mother in the eyes while she lost her sanity, still after ten full minutes, the torment didn't slow down, in fact it only got worse. Each section of her bondage would tighten as she pulled and thrashed in different directions, the indifferent gag halted any cries or begs. After twenty more minutes she had stopped struggling only occasionally gasping for air, she shared a look of pure helplessness with her mother before she was carried away by her father and placed in a storage closet which was in a corner of the basement. The closet was pitch black and she was left, with no energy left, to fight against her restraints with her stomach on the soft brown carpet.
"MMMMMMNNMNNPPHHHHM!" Echoed through the basement for the remaining time of the challenge, she could only imagine what her poor mother was going through. After what felt like an eternity, the closet door swung open, letting in the first bit of light that she had seen for a long time. She squinted her eyes and looked up at her dad desperately before he picked her up like a handbag and gently laid her down in front her strung up mother.
"Neither of you have managed to escape and I need to go to work... So I'll leave you both like this" a chorus of 'hmph!' got louder "Shh-" he waited until the women stopped their protests, "but I'll leave you these to try and escape with" he said as he bent down and placed a pair of small blunt scissors on the ground next to the old couch, before leaving the basement.
When she heard the door shut she scrambled towards the scissors. The back-breaking hogtie meant that she had to wiggle and shift her body side to side in order to close the distance between her and the scissors. Soon enough she was able to cut her wrists free before cutting the ropes around her chest and her stomach as well as her elbows and finally her legs. Now that the web of ropes had fallen off her, Angela walked up to her mother who looked like a strung up piece of meat and cut her down from the ceiling.
"HMMNN!" Beth groaned as she unraveled the layers of duct tape from around her face. As her mother was undoing her gag, Angela was kind enough to cut her mother out of her leg restraints. "Thank you, Angela" said Beth as she spat out the rolled up white rag from her mouth. Angela glanced at the rope burns on her mother's wrists "how long did he have you tied like that?" Angela said in bewilderment. Beth rubbed her wrists "I woke up at 4 in the morning to him wrapping rope around my wrists and my ankles" said Beth. Angela fixed up her t-shirt which had been stretched from the struggling "you went to sleep in those?" Said Angela, gesturing to her mother's clothes in suprise.
"He had me stripped down then put these on me a few hours ago" said Beth as she buttoned up her messy white shirt. After they collected themselves, the two women made their way upstairs to have a break. "So who lost in that game?" Said Angela as she turned on her phone. Beth sat down on the living room couch and stretched herself out over it "We'll decide that later, Angela" said Beth while yawning.
Suddenly, Angela received a text on her phone. It was from Katie. She opened up the message to see a picture of Katie tied down to a chair with a small ripped piece of duct tape over her mouth and a blindfold covering her eyes. A harness of white rope coated her shoulders, her breasts and her stomach in order to hold her arms behind her back and to the chair. As Angela looked closer so realised it was Abby's house, furthermore, it was the same room that Angela had been held in some time before.
Before she could blink, Angela was in her mom's car and being driven to Abby's house. Their plan to retrieve Katie was simple, Beth would distract Abby at the door while Angela gets into her house through the back garden. As the car pulled up outside, Angela hopped out and ran to the side of Abby's house in an alleyway. When she heard her mother ring the door bell she climbed over the fence into Abby's back garden, she slid the glass door open into her house. With two zipties in her hands she creeped up behind Abby as she talked with Beth.
"Where is she?" Beth barked at Abby, watching as Angela snuck up behind her. "I don't know what you m-" said Abby before she was wrestled to the ground by Angela. Beth walked through the doorway and closed the door behind her. During the scuffle, Angela ziptied Abby's wrists together hastily behind her back before handing a ziptie to her mother. Beth took the ziptie and bound Abby's ankles together as she kicked, "Let go of m-MMN!" shouted Abby as Beth covered her hand over her mouth before reaching into her pockets and taking out a set of keys.
"Take these!" Shouted Beth as she tossed the set of keys to her daughter, "you get Katie and I'll get her in the trunk" said Beth as she held her hand firmly over Abby's mouth while cuddling her as she struggled. Without hesitation, Angela sprinted up the stairs, recognising the room of her former prison. She fumbled with the set of keys as she unlocked the door and swung it open.
Katie was tied spread out across the bed, her back was against the solid wooden headboard, her arms on either side of her tied up against the headboard giving her upper body the shape of a 'T'. She was in a black silky night dress and her legs were tied with the same white silky rope to different corners at the bottom of the bed. Katie had a matching black ball gag strapped and locked between her teeth, a silky black cloth was draped over her eyes and wireless earphones blasted music into her ears to deprive her senses from the outside world.
"AAAAGGGHH!" Katie let out a cathartic groan through her gag before violently pulling at the ropes holding her wrists down, causing the entire bed to creak and shake. Angela slowly approached Katie and sat on the bed next to her, seeing more clearly saliva running down her chin and her chest. Angela took out the earphones causing Katie to tense up, knowing that somebody was there. Angela removed the blindfold and tossed it onto the floor. As Katie's eyes readjusted, she saw Angela's face and squeled with joy.
Katie desperately pulled at the ropes as she tried to embrace Angela, who happily embraced her back even though she could feel drool soaking into her shoulder. Katie's messy red hair stroked against Angela's face, tickling it, normally Angela would be irritated by this but now she embraced the feeling and welcomed it.
"My mom is waiting for us downstairs" said Angela as she tested different keys to unlock the padlock on Katie's ball gag, "how many keys does this lady have?" Said Angela in disbelief as she tested key after key. "There we go" said Angela in satisfaction as she unstrapped the gag from Katie's head.
"Thank you, Angela. She's had me here since Wednesday, she wanted to lure you here after she had a few days alone with me." Said Katie as she felt the ropes being unfastened from around her wrists and her ankles. When she was free from her bondage, Katie wiped herself down from the saliva and gave Angela a hug in her new black night dress.
Angela left her friend in the room to get changed back into her normal clothes, as she walked down the steps she heard her mother opening the door, "That's Abby in the trunk" said Beth. Angela reached the bottom of the steps in the living room and picked up a letter she found on the coffee table and read it, "Hey, have you seen this?" Angela called out to her mom, "She just retired from her job... At age forty-seven?" Said Angela bewildered at how her mom's friend could have done so well for herself. Beth snatched the letter from her daughter's hands and read it "hmm... Good for her, but I don't think she'll get to enjoy her retirement... At least not for a while anyway" said Beth before she dropped the letter back onto the table. Angela turned to see Katie walking down the stairs, wearing her blood-red long sleeved t-shirt tucked into her black jeans, "shall we go?" Said Katie in a sarcastic tone.
As the three women and their prisoner sped along the road, Katie rested her head against the rear passenger seat window, "What are you going to do with her?" asked Katie. Beth thought for a moment while continuing to drive, "I'll take good care of her. You don't need to worry about her bothering you again" said Beth over the sound of distant banging and moaning coming from the trunk.
Two Months Later
"Is your mom expecting us?" Asked Katie as she walked with Angela as they approached the door to Beth's house. Angela glanced over at her red-headed friend, "Of course she is, she told me to be here at this time" said Angela. Angela slid the spare key into the lock and opened up the door before locking it behind her after letting Katie in and removing her shoes.
Making their way down the basement steps they found Abby in white bra and panties with black tights, she was handcuffed behind her back and a strip of duct tape rested on her lips as she sat on an old office chair. Beth was seen next to her captive folding, Abby's soon to be restraints like laundry on a table, "Hi, girls!" Beth called out excited as Angela and Katie made their way down the steps, "perfect timing, she just got out the shower and I'm about to put her to bed" said Beth. Abby stared without care at the women as drops of water leaked from her wet ponytail down her back.
Beth walked over to Abby, stood her up and quickly unlocked her handcuffs before walking over to the table, picking up a black leather straightjacket, "Can you girls help me put this on her?" Asked Beth as she held up the open straight jacket. The women obliged and aided Beth in securing the straightjacket to her prisoner. Abby first put her legs into the two holes at the bottom of the straightjacket, allowing the leather of the straightjacket to cover her crotch like underwear. Next the back of the straightjacket was zipped up and her arms went into the sleeves. Then with the help of the three women, she was buckled up tight, her arms forced in front of her by a strap which was locked behind her. Next Beth secured a strap vertically to hold her arms down and minimise any struggling. Finally a strap was locked between her legs to further prevent any kind of movement.
"MMMMMMNNNN!" moaned Abby, waves of frustration crashed over her as she desperately wrestled with herself, struggling to become acclimated to her new restraints. The jacket was skin-tight and fully coated her olive skin, complimented by her black tights.
"Next thing is her gag" said Beth as she reached to the table and grabbed an assortment of tapes, wraps, leather hoods and a mask, "During the day, she would wear something like this with a gag under it" said Beth as she tossed a leather hood to Katie, it has a hole from the bottom of the nose to the top of eyes, the back of the hood would be laced up tightly whenever it was worn.
Beth picked up the mysterious mask, "This one is your dad's favourite for the day time" said Beth as she tossed the mask to her daughter, the mask was soft but rigid in shape, it was a perfect mold of the front of Abby's face from the top of her nose to under her chin. On the inside of the mask was a rubber plug which looked like a mouth guard, it was a perfect mold of the inside of Abby's mouth. The plug would perfectly slide in and fit to Abby's mouth, entirely filling her mouth, with a small pocket where her tongue would slide into.
"We had that one custom made, it was pretty expensive but very worth it. The material is elastic enough that it conforms to her face when it's strapped onto her but strong enough that she can't move it" said Beth as she looked at the other items that she had picked up. Abby herself had a love-hate relationship with the white mask, it was definitely the most comfortable of all her gags but she was physically incapable of creating a sound when it was locked on to her, though to everybody else it just looked like her lips were shut and she didn't feel like speaking.
"But at night we use stuff like this" said Beth as she held up another leather hood, a roll of white microfoam tape and a rolled up pair of socks. The night hood, unlike the daytime one, only had 2 holes for her to breathe through her nostrils. The hood had padding at the ears, the eyes and the mouth and was tightened by lace at the back of the hood, with a small hole at the top for her hair to go through.
Beth pushed Abby back onto the office chair, she ripped the piece of duct tape off from Abby's lips causing a brief squeal. "Open." Beth demanded as she grabbed Abby's chin with one hand and the rolled up pair of white socks with the other. Abby saw no use in arguing and so opened up her mouth, the socks were aggressively stuffed into her mouth causing her cheeks to bulge out like a hamster. Before Abby could do anything else a large strip of microfoam tape was plastered onto her lips and smoothed out with force, the stuffing made her mouth gape and the tape plastered over it gave the impression that she was trying to scream with her mouth wide open. The tension in the tape was so high, Abby thought it might pop like a balloon, nevertheless the hood was fitted onto her face and laced up tightly behind her head. The leather hood pushed down on her mouth and dampened any sound coming from her, the padding at her ears stopped her from hearing most sounds and the hood stopped any light from reaching her brown eyes. Her wet brown hair was passed through the small opening and flowed down her back.
"Now the last thing we have to do before we put her to bed is to secure her legs" said Beth as she reached across the table and picked up a black leather leg sheathe. The leg sheathe was relatively simple, it would fit around from her ankles up to her butt before it was tightened. Abby was laid out on the carpeted floor and had the sheathe pulled up her legs up to her butt before it was tightly laced up and knotted off.
"Let's get her into her cell" said Beth as she picked up Abby who hopped in her leather dress, guided by her friend over to the door of the basement closet. Beth opened up the closet, "wow!" Angela exclaimed in suprise. The dark, dingy closet that her father had left her hogtied in months before had transformed into a clean cell for Beth's prisoner. The entirety of the floor of the small closet was a mattress which Abby slept on with black sound proof foam padding on the walls and the roof. Remote controlled LEDs gave the cell a dull glow. A small wooden shelf close to the roof had a nanny cam on it which Beth would use to monitor her prisoner from her phone. There was a small steel ring in the wall which stainless steel hinged cuffs were attached to. Abby would have her feet locked in then when Beth felt like tormenting Abby and wanted to keep her still. There was a small wooden part poking out the wall, next to the hinged cuffs which Beth would use as a seat while she tormented Abby.
"Yep this took a while to set up" chuckled Beth as she laid Abby down on the mattress. Angela poked her head into the closet and looked around in amazement, "does dad know about this?" Asked Angela. Beth cuffed Abby's feet to the hinged restraints, "know about it? Most this was his idea" exclaimed Beth. With her prisoner locked in place Beth turned around to the two women standing behind her, "anybody want a shot?" Asked Beth.
"Me, please!" Katie said as the words left Beth's mouth. Katie squeezed her way into the cell and rested against the small wooden platform. With Abby's feet covered in the black tights, Katie stroked her fingers against Abby's soles causing her to arch her back and wriggle back and forth while her feet remained still. When she was held captive by Abby, Katie would regularly have to endure this for periods up to 12 hours straight with no breaks for days on end so Katie had no problem doing it back to her with no mercy.
After some time of letting Abby get a taste of her own medicine, Katie unlocked the cuffs and let Abby get some sleep, her wet hair painting the mattress with water as she rolled around, out of breath and sweaty. The closet door was locked, leaving Abby in her restraints for at least another 15 or so hours.
The three women went upstairs and talked while they watched TV on the living room couch. "So, mom, where did get all that stuff from?" Asked Angela to her mother. Beth looked away from the TV and at her daughter, "shortly after we moved her in here we went back to her house and took all of her equipment." Said Beth.
"Does she like it here?" Asked Katie to Beth. Beth continued to watch the TV, "Well I told her that she won't be leaving for a long time and that seemed to at least excite her a bit... Every Saturday night we bring her up from the basement in just her tights, her straightjacket and a pair of high heels and we watch a movie together with my husband... She's fun to play with when the movie gets to a slow part but she's always desperate for my husband's attention which annoys me." Said Beth in a passive tone.
After a lengthy conversation, Angela and Katie said their goodbyes and made their way back to their apartment. "Do you think she'll come back if she's ever let out?" Asked Katie as she walked beside her friend beneath the dull glow of the street lights. Beth looked up from her feet and straight ahead, "If." Said Angela.
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Part Six - Katie's Turn At Being a Prisoner
Wednesday
"What is all this?" Angela asked as she shut the front door to the apartment. The apartment was littered with candles, giving a dull glow and a pleasant scent with it. The air main hallway leading to the living room and kitchen was thick and filled with steam. "This is dinner" said Katie sarcastically as she put a serving of spaghetti on each of the two plates in front of her. She wore her favourite crimson long-sleeved T-shirt with some ripped black jeans.
"I meant what's with the candles?" Replied Angela as she put her handbag in the floor and kicked off her high-heels. Angela wore her usual work clothes; a plain white shirt, a black skirt and tights. Katie walked over and served the two plates of spaghetti on the table, "I thought the candles looked nice and plus, it saves money" she said as she sat down at the table "hey, I forgot to tell you that I'm leaving in a few hours to go to my parents house for a few weeks" said Katie as she twirled spaghetti around her fork.
"I was just about to ask you if you wanted to come to my mom's house on Sunday for a game... My dad is supposed to be doing it this time, because he's going to work later than usual, which will be interesting" said Angela before putting a mouthful of meatballs in her mouth. Katie looked up at Angela "Sounds fun! Just sad I can't be there" said Katie before laughing to herself. Angela gave out a small giggle while chewing her food, "so what are you doing at your parents house?" Angela said after swallowing. The two women talked in the candle-lit apartment until Angela waved off her friend as she walked to the train stop from the apartment.
Sunday
Angela walked towards the front door of her parents' wearing her usual pink yoga pants and loose white t-shirt. She felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, she had never done a game with her father before. We planned everything out, she said to herself to calm down, as she put the key into lock and pushed the door open. Angela shut and locked the door, kicking her trainers off as she did, immediately she could her the distant groans of her mother coming from the basement.
Angela cautiously walked down the old wooden steps and saw her mother roped up, she stood in the middle of the basement with her wrists in the air to each side of her, held in place with rope which was secured to the roof. Beth's plain white shirt was missing a few dozen of the top buttons, the shirt cuffs were undone and her sleeves were up to her shoulders, her brown hair was a mess with something resembling a bun in the middle of it. Beth's head hung in front of her with two strips of duct tape sealing her lips shut and a rag stuffed hastily into her mouth, messily pouring out her cheeks. Her legs and knees were bound together with harsh brown rope which squeezed over her jeans.
Beth's head darted up as she heard Angela walk down the steps, "MMMNNNN!" Beth screamed while shifting her body forward as much as her restraints would let her. Beth's hands hung helplessly in the air as Angela made her way closer to her mother, "Mom?" Said Angela as she inched across the basement.
Suddenly she felt a hand grip over her mouth and lift her into the air kicking and screaming, her blonde ponytail flicking back and forth as she did so. Angela struggled against the large frame of her father who effortlessly walked over to an old black leather couch with his daughter in one hand and ropes in the other. "Calm down..." Said Angela's father in a somewhat calming tone, her struggling stopped, "Now... Turn around" said Angela's father as he let her feet touch the basement floor once more.
Angela got onto her knees in front of the couch, her back facing her dad and put her wrists behind her crossed over. Angela looked down at the floor as she felt the soft black rope racing around her wrists in a criss-cross fashion before being secured to her hips, with the same rope he tied up her elbows, tightening the rope until they touched before securing her elbows to her chest. The restraints were soft but assertive on her upper body, still she did not argue or say a word, still looking at the floor in front of the couch. While on her knees, Angela's ankles and thighs were tightly pulled together by the black ropes and knotted off, putting her into an extremely strict tie.
Angela tugged at the ropes coating her body while looking up at her exhausted, defeated mother. Beth watched as her daughter wobbled back and forth on her stomach, putting up some resistance to her bondage. "Jeez this is really intricate for a beginner" said Angela nervously while testing the ropes around her hips with her back arched. Beth watched her daughter's chin be lifted up before a black ball gag was strapped in her mouth behind her teeth and locked in place. The gag was strapped on tight around her head, "Argh!" Angela squealed in suprise as it was locked in place. In addition to the strap around her head, Angela's father tightened a chin strap which would make sure to pin the ball down on her tongue and stop any attempts at struggling. Finally, he retrieved a roll of white microfoam tape and stretched a large strip over her lips. The large amount of tension in the tape allowed it to hold Angela's lips together tightly and give a bulge where her lips and her gag are. Her father smoothed out the tape which covered the lower half of her face and her chin.
Suddenly, Angela's father lifted up his daughter and placed her on the couch effortlessly. "Sorry, your mom insisted that I used that gag on you" said Angela's father in an apologetic tone. Angela, sitting on the couch looking up at her father, rolled her eyes and fell back onto the couch. "You each have 90 minutes to escape, if you don't escape in time... Well, you'll see" said Angela's father as he walked towards Beth.
Beth turned her head as she watched her husband as he walked behind her. A feeling of dread washed over Beth's body, she knew what was going to happen but she was completely powerless to stop it. "MMMMHHH!" She yelled as she jolted and arched her back forward while her husband dug his fingers into her ribs which were exposed thanks to her hands being tied up in the air. In response to her screaming, Angela's father wrapped more duct tape around his wife's head, Angela, on the couch was intimidated by the sound and the speed of the duct tape as it unraveled and wrapped around her mother's face tightly. Her head was held still while layer after layer ripped around her mouth, fully muzzling all of her moans. The overbearing gag silenced her desperate pleading and the rag padded any noise that she made. The crinkly, silver tape held tight as it was stretched from Beth's desperate head movements, showing clearly, the imprint of her gaping mouth.
Angela watched on while sitting from the couch. She enjoyed the view, her mother's eyes swelling up with tears of laughter, her mother's knees shaking as she lost the strength to stand and most of all she loved the moans and groans that managed to make its way through the tight, silver tape.
Angela's wrists felt as though they were welded together with the rope, she pulled away as hard as she could but the rope around her waist held tight. She could woddle her chest about or arch her back and push, but the ropes around her chest and her elbows refused to budge. Despite her bondage being tight and inescapable, she was comfortable, the ropes were just snug enough that they did not pinch her but enough that she would stay in place. What she loved the most out of everything however, was her gag. Even though her mother had picked it out to torment her, she loved it. It was so simple yet so effective. Any struggle from her jaw would be shutdown with the chin strap, any movement from her lips was tightly controlled with the microfoam tape and the black ball would harshly stop any movement from her tongue while it was locked behind her teeth.
Eventually, Angela's father grew bored and gave Beth a break. She was completely helpless and exhausted with a light film of sweat glazing every inch of her skin, her hair even more bent out of shape. Angela herself sat on the old leather couch with her hands bound behind her back as she twisted side to side in a weak attempt to struggle, she looked down at her body which was tightly wound up in soft black rope. Too distracted with her own predicament, Angela failed to see her father take another length of black rope and briskly walk towards her.
"Ggnnmmppnn!" Angela screamed as she was forced onto her stomach. Her father tied a rope from her elbow restraints and connected it to the rope around her ankles then tightened it until it felt as though her back would break. Angela was flipped onto her back with her stomach arching into the air from the strict hogtie. "Ngnnnnmmm!" She pleaded, while looking at her mother in the eyes. Without warning, Angela's father dug his fingers into her ribs causing her to explode with movement and laughter. For the first few minutes she desperately struggled to no avail until she lost the strength to struggle or fight.
She looked at her mother in the eyes while she lost her sanity, still after ten full minutes, the torment didn't slow down, in fact it only got worse. Each section of her bondage would tighten as she pulled and thrashed in different directions, the indifferent gag halted any cries or begs. After twenty more minutes she had stopped struggling only occasionally gasping for air, she shared a look of pure helplessness with her mother before she was carried away by her father and placed in a storage closet which was in a corner of the basement. The closet was pitch black and she was left, with no energy left, to fight against her restraints with her stomach on the soft brown carpet.
"MMMMMMNNMNNPPHHHHM!" Echoed through the basement for the remaining time of the challenge, she could only imagine what her poor mother was going through. After what felt like an eternity, the closet door swung open, letting in the first bit of light that she had seen for a long time. She squinted her eyes and looked up at her dad desperately before he picked her up like a handbag and gently laid her down in front her strung up mother.
"Neither of you have managed to escape and I need to go to work... So I'll leave you both like this" a chorus of 'hmph!' got louder "Shh-" he waited until the women stopped their protests, "but I'll leave you these to try and escape with" he said as he bent down and placed a pair of small blunt scissors on the ground next to the old couch, before leaving the basement.
When she heard the door shut she scrambled towards the scissors. The back-breaking hogtie meant that she had to wiggle and shift her body side to side in order to close the distance between her and the scissors. Soon enough she was able to cut her wrists free before cutting the ropes around her chest and her stomach as well as her elbows and finally her legs. Now that the web of ropes had fallen off her, Angela walked up to her mother who looked like a strung up piece of meat and cut her down from the ceiling.
"HMMNN!" Beth groaned as she unraveled the layers of duct tape from around her face. As her mother was undoing her gag, Angela was kind enough to cut her mother out of her leg restraints. "Thank you, Angela" said Beth as she spat out the rolled up white rag from her mouth. Angela glanced at the rope burns on her mother's wrists "how long did he have you tied like that?" Angela said in bewilderment. Beth rubbed her wrists "I woke up at 4 in the morning to him wrapping rope around my wrists and my ankles" said Beth. Angela fixed up her t-shirt which had been stretched from the struggling "you went to sleep in those?" Said Angela, gesturing to her mother's clothes in suprise.
"He had me stripped down then put these on me a few hours ago" said Beth as she buttoned up her messy white shirt. After they collected themselves, the two women made their way upstairs to have a break. "So who lost in that game?" Said Angela as she turned on her phone. Beth sat down on the living room couch and stretched herself out over it "We'll decide that later, Angela" said Beth while yawning.
Suddenly, Angela received a text on her phone. It was from Katie. She opened up the message to see a picture of Katie tied down to a chair with a small ripped piece of duct tape over her mouth and a blindfold covering her eyes. A harness of white rope coated her shoulders, her breasts and her stomach in order to hold her arms behind her back and to the chair. As Angela looked closer so realised it was Abby's house, furthermore, it was the same room that Angela had been held in some time before.
Before she could blink, Angela was in her mom's car and being driven to Abby's house. Their plan to retrieve Katie was simple, Beth would distract Abby at the door while Angela gets into her house through the back garden. As the car pulled up outside, Angela hopped out and ran to the side of Abby's house in an alleyway. When she heard her mother ring the door bell she climbed over the fence into Abby's back garden, she slid the glass door open into her house. With two zipties in her hands she creeped up behind Abby as she talked with Beth.
"Where is she?" Beth barked at Abby, watching as Angela snuck up behind her. "I don't know what you m-" said Abby before she was wrestled to the ground by Angela. Beth walked through the doorway and closed the door behind her. During the scuffle, Angela ziptied Abby's wrists together hastily behind her back before handing a ziptie to her mother. Beth took the ziptie and bound Abby's ankles together as she kicked, "Let go of m-MMN!" shouted Abby as Beth covered her hand over her mouth before reaching into her pockets and taking out a set of keys.
"Take these!" Shouted Beth as she tossed the set of keys to her daughter, "you get Katie and I'll get her in the trunk" said Beth as she held her hand firmly over Abby's mouth while cuddling her as she struggled. Without hesitation, Angela sprinted up the stairs, recognising the room of her former prison. She fumbled with the set of keys as she unlocked the door and swung it open.
Katie was tied spread out across the bed, her back was against the solid wooden headboard, her arms on either side of her tied up against the headboard giving her upper body the shape of a 'T'. She was in a black silky night dress and her legs were tied with the same white silky rope to different corners at the bottom of the bed. Katie had a matching black ball gag strapped and locked between her teeth, a silky black cloth was draped over her eyes and wireless earphones blasted music into her ears to deprive her senses from the outside world.
"AAAAGGGHH!" Katie let out a cathartic groan through her gag before violently pulling at the ropes holding her wrists down, causing the entire bed to creak and shake. Angela slowly approached Katie and sat on the bed next to her, seeing more clearly saliva running down her chin and her chest. Angela took out the earphones causing Katie to tense up, knowing that somebody was there. Angela removed the blindfold and tossed it onto the floor. As Katie's eyes readjusted, she saw Angela's face and squeled with joy.
Katie desperately pulled at the ropes as she tried to embrace Angela, who happily embraced her back even though she could feel drool soaking into her shoulder. Katie's messy red hair stroked against Angela's face, tickling it, normally Angela would be irritated by this but now she embraced the feeling and welcomed it.
"My mom is waiting for us downstairs" said Angela as she tested different keys to unlock the padlock on Katie's ball gag, "how many keys does this lady have?" Said Angela in disbelief as she tested key after key. "There we go" said Angela in satisfaction as she unstrapped the gag from Katie's head.
"Thank you, Angela. She's had me here since Wednesday, she wanted to lure you here after she had a few days alone with me." Said Katie as she felt the ropes being unfastened from around her wrists and her ankles. When she was free from her bondage, Katie wiped herself down from the saliva and gave Angela a hug in her new black night dress.
Angela left her friend in the room to get changed back into her normal clothes, as she walked down the steps she heard her mother opening the door, "That's Abby in the trunk" said Beth. Angela reached the bottom of the steps in the living room and picked up a letter she found on the coffee table and read it, "Hey, have you seen this?" Angela called out to her mom, "She just retired from her job... At age forty-seven?" Said Angela bewildered at how her mom's friend could have done so well for herself. Beth snatched the letter from her daughter's hands and read it "hmm... Good for her, but I don't think she'll get to enjoy her retirement... At least not for a while anyway" said Beth before she dropped the letter back onto the table. Angela turned to see Katie walking down the stairs, wearing her blood-red long sleeved t-shirt tucked into her black jeans, "shall we go?" Said Katie in a sarcastic tone.
As the three women and their prisoner sped along the road, Katie rested her head against the rear passenger seat window, "What are you going to do with her?" asked Katie. Beth thought for a moment while continuing to drive, "I'll take good care of her. You don't need to worry about her bothering you again" said Beth over the sound of distant banging and moaning coming from the trunk.
Two Months Later
"Is your mom expecting us?" Asked Katie as she walked with Angela as they approached the door to Beth's house. Angela glanced over at her red-headed friend, "Of course she is, she told me to be here at this time" said Angela. Angela slid the spare key into the lock and opened up the door before locking it behind her after letting Katie in and removing her shoes.
Making their way down the basement steps they found Abby in white bra and panties with black tights, she was handcuffed behind her back and a strip of duct tape rested on her lips as she sat on an old office chair. Beth was seen next to her captive folding, Abby's soon to be restraints like laundry on a table, "Hi, girls!" Beth called out excited as Angela and Katie made their way down the steps, "perfect timing, she just got out the shower and I'm about to put her to bed" said Beth. Abby stared without care at the women as drops of water leaked from her wet ponytail down her back.
Beth walked over to Abby, stood her up and quickly unlocked her handcuffs before walking over to the table, picking up a black leather straightjacket, "Can you girls help me put this on her?" Asked Beth as she held up the open straight jacket. The women obliged and aided Beth in securing the straightjacket to her prisoner. Abby first put her legs into the two holes at the bottom of the straightjacket, allowing the leather of the straightjacket to cover her crotch like underwear. Next the back of the straightjacket was zipped up and her arms went into the sleeves. Then with the help of the three women, she was buckled up tight, her arms forced in front of her by a strap which was locked behind her. Next Beth secured a strap vertically to hold her arms down and minimise any struggling. Finally a strap was locked between her legs to further prevent any kind of movement.
"MMMMMMNNNN!" moaned Abby, waves of frustration crashed over her as she desperately wrestled with herself, struggling to become acclimated to her new restraints. The jacket was skin-tight and fully coated her olive skin, complimented by her black tights.
"Next thing is her gag" said Beth as she reached to the table and grabbed an assortment of tapes, wraps, leather hoods and a mask, "During the day, she would wear something like this with a gag under it" said Beth as she tossed a leather hood to Katie, it has a hole from the bottom of the nose to the top of eyes, the back of the hood would be laced up tightly whenever it was worn.
Beth picked up the mysterious mask, "This one is your dad's favourite for the day time" said Beth as she tossed the mask to her daughter, the mask was soft but rigid in shape, it was a perfect mold of the front of Abby's face from the top of her nose to under her chin. On the inside of the mask was a rubber plug which looked like a mouth guard, it was a perfect mold of the inside of Abby's mouth. The plug would perfectly slide in and fit to Abby's mouth, entirely filling her mouth, with a small pocket where her tongue would slide into.
"We had that one custom made, it was pretty expensive but very worth it. The material is elastic enough that it conforms to her face when it's strapped onto her but strong enough that she can't move it" said Beth as she looked at the other items that she had picked up. Abby herself had a love-hate relationship with the white mask, it was definitely the most comfortable of all her gags but she was physically incapable of creating a sound when it was locked on to her, though to everybody else it just looked like her lips were shut and she didn't feel like speaking.
"But at night we use stuff like this" said Beth as she held up another leather hood, a roll of white microfoam tape and a rolled up pair of socks. The night hood, unlike the daytime one, only had 2 holes for her to breathe through her nostrils. The hood had padding at the ears, the eyes and the mouth and was tightened by lace at the back of the hood, with a small hole at the top for her hair to go through.
Beth pushed Abby back onto the office chair, she ripped the piece of duct tape off from Abby's lips causing a brief squeal. "Open." Beth demanded as she grabbed Abby's chin with one hand and the rolled up pair of white socks with the other. Abby saw no use in arguing and so opened up her mouth, the socks were aggressively stuffed into her mouth causing her cheeks to bulge out like a hamster. Before Abby could do anything else a large strip of microfoam tape was plastered onto her lips and smoothed out with force, the stuffing made her mouth gape and the tape plastered over it gave the impression that she was trying to scream with her mouth wide open. The tension in the tape was so high, Abby thought it might pop like a balloon, nevertheless the hood was fitted onto her face and laced up tightly behind her head. The leather hood pushed down on her mouth and dampened any sound coming from her, the padding at her ears stopped her from hearing most sounds and the hood stopped any light from reaching her brown eyes. Her wet brown hair was passed through the small opening and flowed down her back.
"Now the last thing we have to do before we put her to bed is to secure her legs" said Beth as she reached across the table and picked up a black leather leg sheathe. The leg sheathe was relatively simple, it would fit around from her ankles up to her butt before it was tightened. Abby was laid out on the carpeted floor and had the sheathe pulled up her legs up to her butt before it was tightly laced up and knotted off.
"Let's get her into her cell" said Beth as she picked up Abby who hopped in her leather dress, guided by her friend over to the door of the basement closet. Beth opened up the closet, "wow!" Angela exclaimed in suprise. The dark, dingy closet that her father had left her hogtied in months before had transformed into a clean cell for Beth's prisoner. The entirety of the floor of the small closet was a mattress which Abby slept on with black sound proof foam padding on the walls and the roof. Remote controlled LEDs gave the cell a dull glow. A small wooden shelf close to the roof had a nanny cam on it which Beth would use to monitor her prisoner from her phone. There was a small steel ring in the wall which stainless steel hinged cuffs were attached to. Abby would have her feet locked in then when Beth felt like tormenting Abby and wanted to keep her still. There was a small wooden part poking out the wall, next to the hinged cuffs which Beth would use as a seat while she tormented Abby.
"Yep this took a while to set up" chuckled Beth as she laid Abby down on the mattress. Angela poked her head into the closet and looked around in amazement, "does dad know about this?" Asked Angela. Beth cuffed Abby's feet to the hinged restraints, "know about it? Most this was his idea" exclaimed Beth. With her prisoner locked in place Beth turned around to the two women standing behind her, "anybody want a shot?" Asked Beth.
"Me, please!" Katie said as the words left Beth's mouth. Katie squeezed her way into the cell and rested against the small wooden platform. With Abby's feet covered in the black tights, Katie stroked her fingers against Abby's soles causing her to arch her back and wriggle back and forth while her feet remained still. When she was held captive by Abby, Katie would regularly have to endure this for periods up to 12 hours straight with no breaks for days on end so Katie had no problem doing it back to her with no mercy.
After some time of letting Abby get a taste of her own medicine, Katie unlocked the cuffs and let Abby get some sleep, her wet hair painting the mattress with water as she rolled around, out of breath and sweaty. The closet door was locked, leaving Abby in her restraints for at least another 15 or so hours.
The three women went upstairs and talked while they watched TV on the living room couch. "So, mom, where did get all that stuff from?" Asked Angela to her mother. Beth looked away from the TV and at her daughter, "shortly after we moved her in here we went back to her house and took all of her equipment." Said Beth.
"Does she like it here?" Asked Katie to Beth. Beth continued to watch the TV, "Well I told her that she won't be leaving for a long time and that seemed to at least excite her a bit... Every Saturday night we bring her up from the basement in just her tights, her straightjacket and a pair of high heels and we watch a movie together with my husband... She's fun to play with when the movie gets to a slow part but she's always desperate for my husband's attention which annoys me." Said Beth in a passive tone.
After a lengthy conversation, Angela and Katie said their goodbyes and made their way back to their apartment. "Do you think she'll come back if she's ever let out?" Asked Katie as she walked beside her friend beneath the dull glow of the street lights. Beth looked up from her feet and straight ahead, "If." Said Angela.
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Great story, thanks for sharing, very enjoyable.
Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment.
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I'm glad that you enjoyed it!
Absolutely enjoyable! Katie captured by Abby and Abby captured in return was a very nice turn of events!
I hope we get more parts to this, amazing story
This is a great story with lovable characters and varied bondage methods! Hope to see more of this!
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Same I really enjoy this story. Granted im.obviously a sucker for Mother/daughter storieszura wrote: 1 year ago This is a great story with lovable characters and varied bondage methods! Hope to see more of this!
Mmmmm, mom daughter bondage..love it,
It is a really good story....
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Just finished this, no idea how you do it, but....WOW.
Part Seven
"Angela! Katie!" Shouted Beth as she opened the front door to her house. It was the hottest day of the year in the late evening when Beth had called her daughter and her friend to come over.
"Hi mom... What was so urgent that we had to come here?" Asked Angela wearing a dark blue v-neck with ripped jeans and her hair tied back into a tight ponytail. She was slightly annoyed at her mother's sudden call just before she was about to wind down before going to bed.
"Well I thought we could do something fun since we haven't gotten around to it in the last few months and your dad is away on that business trip for another few weeks" Beth said as she waved in her friend and her daughter throw the door, she was wearing a short sunflower dress with her brown hair flowing past her shoulders. The door clicked behind the three women, "And... Abby is getting a bit cooped up in her cell..." Beth said as she led them through to the dining room.
"So I was thinking that we could do a little swapover, I'll take Katie for the night and you take Abby. Sound good?" Beth said as she sat down at the table. Across the table was Abby, she was in much less restraints than she usually was, she wore a white tank top with white short shorts. Her hands were bound in front of her with a white ziptie and a smooth strip of duct tape was smeared across her lips giving the clear impression of a frown, her hair was tied back messily with small strands hanging over her forehead.
"Sounds good to me" Katie said gleefully, her red curly hair went down to the middle of her back, she wore a red t-shirt and black tights. Angela however, was more hesitant to the idea but eventually caved in after a few seconds of thought, "fine, I'll take her. It's dark enough that nobody will see us." Angela said while looking down at her new captive.
Abby was lead to the door by Angela, Abby was quiet and didn't make a fuss about being moved but still rolled her eyes at the entire thing. "Oh! And if she tries anything, use this" Beth said before handing her daughter a small pink self defence tazer just as her daughter stepped out the door.
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The car ride back to Angela's apartment was mostly filled with stony silence until the blonde tried to break the ice, "you know you should really be thanking my mom that she let you out" Angela said while looking over at the passenger seat. The piece of crinkled tape stayed put while she mumbled, "Gnnmmmnn" Abby said with her bound hands stuck underneath the seatbelt. Angela picked up the small tazer that her mother had given her and uncaringly threw it into her handbag in the backseat.
"What was that?" Angela asked before reaching over and ripping the tape from Abby's mouth. "Ow!" squealed Abby, "Look I don't want to talk to you... And I don't think you want to talk to me either so can we just not?" Abby said.
The tape was slapped back onto her lips before Angela put her eyes back onto the large empty road, "See that's where you're wrong, Abby. I do want to talk to you because I think we can enjoy ourselves if we try" Angela said before glancing back over at her captive who slumped her head to look out the passenger side window.
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The night was going a lot better back at Beth's house, she had opened a bottle of wine to share with Katie on the couch. "I don't think I can stand this heat... My AC has been broken since last week. Just my luck" Beth said before taking a sip from her glass, "So how's things been going with you two?" Asked Beth as she sat back in the brown leather couch.
"Great actually, but we haven't done much tying as of recently." Katie answered confidently before taking a sip from her glass. Beth stood up slowly, "well I've got a cool tie that I could show you and I'm sure it would drive Angela insane" Beth said before retriving 3 lengths of dark red rope within eye shot of Katie.
The two women faced eachother beside the couch next to the coffee table where the two glasses of wine sat, "First I need to tie a crotch rope" explained Beth as she began looping the rope around Katie's waist, "I already like the sound of this" Katie said as the small length of rope moved between her legs and was knotted off tightly.
Beth took the longest length of rope and bound Katie's hands in front of her before taking the loose end of the rope and using it to pull her wrists over her head, making her elbows point to the sky. The loose end of the rope was tied to the back of the crotch rope and pulled tight before being knotted off. Katie flicked her curly red hair away from the front of her face before sitting down and struggling some more.
Beth took the last and smallest piece of rope while sitting down facing her daughter's friend. The middle of the relatively thick piece of rope was pushed into her mouth like a cleave gag. The two lose ends of the rope were tied to each of her upper arms which were behind her head. Katie bit down on the thick piece of rope preventing her from using her tongue now that it was tightly jammed in her mouth.
"I think I'll leave you like that while I go fill up my glass" said Beth smugly as she stood up with her glass and walked to the kitchen, leaving Katie to write around in her restraints. It didn't take long for Katie to realise that the rope between her teeth could be removed from her mouth by pulling her arms forward and thereby tightening the crorch rope to a ridiculous degree.
She pulled with all her might and managed to get the gag out of her mouth at the expense of her rear-end which was now being tightly strangled by the soft ropes. Eventually releasing and letting the crotch rope loosen, the rope pressed against her lips aggressively until she had no option but to open her mouth and let the rope back behind her teeth.
Beth stood and watched Katie as she struggled, "having fun there?" She said sarcastically before taking a sip of the glass in her hand. In order to respond, Katie pulled the ropes forward and tightened her crotch to an uncomfortable degree, cringing as she did so, "You are just loving watching this, aren't you?" Katie asked before giggling.
Beth moved closer to Katie and set her glass down on the coffee table, "maybe I am" she said with a grin on her face. Katie wriggled side to side trying to find some loose areas in the ropes, "is this something that Abby would be put in if she was bad?" Katie said flicking her hair side to side.
"Bad?" Beth asked, "this is what she gets if she's good" Beth added as she sat down on the couch and faced Katie. Katie faced Angela's mom with her elbows in the air, "could I see something she would be put in for being bad?" Katie asked with genuine curiosity. Beth chuckled to herself for a moment, "For that we'd need to go down to the basement" Beth said before reaching over and twirling Katie's red curls.
"This heat is killing me" said Katie who was more than hot and bothered, "I need these clothes off me" she said as she twisted her fingers around in order to pick at the knots. Beth took another sip of her glass, "go right ahead" Beth said.
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Back in Angela's apartment, Abby found herself bound to Angela's table. She was bent over with her hands bound with rope in front of her, the rope was pulled forward and under the table where it was secured to one of the table legs. Her legs were spread apart and her ankles were tied to different legs of the table. Bent over the table she still had the singular piece of duct tape smeared across her lips.
Suddenly, the crinkled silver tape was ripped violently from hee face, "Are we ready to talk now?" Angela said as she walked around the table, looking down at Abby who's upper body was pinned to the solid wooden surface of the table where an assortment of cutlery and Angela's hand bag sat. Still, Abby refused to speak to her, instead closing her eyes and sighing to herself, "I can make this very difficult for you" Angela said as she reached for a table tennis paddle.
The first smack echoed through the room louder than Angela expected. Abby jolted as the paddle met her backsides, she restrained herself from yelping. The paddle stung more than Abby had expected, however before she could process what happened another smack met her backside in the same spot. Angela could hear Abby's breathing intensify, "What was that?" Angela said sarcastically before smacking her again in the same spot.
Abby twisted and turned but the ropes twisted and turned with her, refusing to give up their grip. Another, harder strike, hit her in the same spot causing her to yelp, "something you want to say?" Angela said as she readied the paddle for another blow. Abby held her breath and shook her head side to side. Another smack echoed through the apartment, "I could do this all day" Angela said with glee in her voice.
After another deafening smack Abby broke and let her breath go, "fine." Abby relented, hoping her torment would stop. "Good" Angela said before setting down the paddle on the table and sitting down on a chair by the table, "So... How is my mom treating you?" Angela asked as she leaned back in her chair.
"About how you would expect her to" said Abby after a lengthy pause. Angela slowly nodded her head understanding what she meant, "What are you going to do when you get out? I mean I'm sure you have friends that are wondering about you" Angela said as she leaned in closer to Abby's face.
"I have a few friends... All of whom think I'm in a different country after your mom texted them saying so" Abby said with a slightly angrier tone than her previous answer. Angela felt that the conversation had become awkward and tried to move the conversation along, "Do any of your other friends do tie ups?" Asked Angela as she kept her eye contact with Abby.
Abby sighed and paused for a moment, "Yes there is one, I suppose. I met her a few years after I met your mom" Abby said while her fingers fidgeted in the ropes, "we had a lot of fun back in college, me and your mom" Abby added. Angela suddenly stood up from her chair and patted Abby on the head, "you're going to tell me all about it when I come back" Angela said before scurrying away to the bathroom.
Abby poked her head up and looked around the empty room, realising this would be her only chance of escape she started wildly pulling at the rope binding her wrists down to the table. She dug her feet into the ground and pulled with all her strength. As her face became a shade of purple and she could see stars in her vision under the strain, she twisted her wrists and eventually part of her right thumb bent under the rope.
Abby stopped pulling which allowed her face to cool back down as she slipped her entire right hand from the ropes, allowing her to untie her left hand as well. In a panic, she undid the ropes under the table which held her ankles to the legs of the old wooden table. Abby stood up and collected her thoughts before snatching Angela's handbag before lifting the small pink tazer from black leather bag.
With the small tazer in hand, she paced towards the side of the bathroom door and waited for Angela. Her muscles tensed as she heard the toilet flush and the tap run, it was only a few moments later when the door opened and Abby pounced on Angela who yelped in suprise. Her left arm locked around her chest while her right hand held the small tazer to her back.
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Meanwhile in Beth's house, Katie descended the stairs in her black bra and panties with Beth following closely behind her. Katie was shocked by the sight of the basement which now looked more like a medieval dungeon than the last time she had seen it. Her eyes widened with shock as she looked around, recognising the small closet door leading to Abby's cell. Her eyes could only take in so much of the cozy carpeted basement before a black silk cloth was draped over her eyes and under her hair where it was tied off as she reached the bottom of the steps.
Beth gently pushed her back and nudged her forward, deeper into the basement. Katie was guided over to a wall where a large black wooden cross, in the shape of an 'X', stood secured to the floor. On each corner of the X was a leather cuff which was secured by a short chain. Katie was spun around and had her back pressed against the cross in one swift motion, each of her limbs were secured to the four corners of the X. Infront of the cross was a small oak wooden table which had an array of things laid out in rows alokgnthe entire length of the table.
Katie couldn't help but grin in anticipation, though she kept silent and waited patiently, she pulled on her wrist restraints and curled her toes into the soft carpet. A deafening gasp from Katie echoed off the walls of the basement as the tip of a feather brushed against her stomach.
Beth began tracing shapes on Katie's stomach using the feather, "Do you and Angela ever do stuff like this?" Asked Beth. Katie wriggled her torso around in a failed attempt to get away from the feather, "uhm, not really!" Squealed Katie in-between short bursts of giggling.
Beth tilted her head to the side, "really? I ought to bring her down here for a few days" Beth muttered under her breath, "how about tomorrow morning, you and I bring her over here for some fun?" Proclaimed Beth, continuing to trace circles.
Katie nodded her head in excitement shortly before the feather stopped it's path. Beth placed the feather back on the table, "I don't think I can trust you to be quiet for this next part" Beth said.
Katie flailed her arms around, "I'm sure I can handle it!" She giggled. Katie suddenly felt the firm grip of Beth's hand clamp over her mouth, "quiet" Beth said firmly as she held her grip with her right hand and took a black ball gag from the table. Without a word exchanged, the ball was locked between her teeth and strapped tight underneath her red hair. Kate's heart began to beat harder and her thoughts were racing.
The rattling of the short chains could be heard as Beth picked up a large feather duster. Suspended in darkness, Katie felt a deep tickling sensation race across her entire upper chest as the feather duster brushed up against her.
Katie did not keep her promise as she screamed as the feather duster swished back and forth. "GMMMNNN!" she pleaded into the ball as she struggled while Beth stood unbothered by her captive's struggling, "I could keep you down here for another 24 hours" Beth taunted in Katie's ear.
Katie could only scream more, she felt as though she could rip Beth's head off. Her torment didn't slow down for a second, Beth could keep going all night if she wanted to which she was very tempted to do. However after just a few hours of gruelling torment using anything and everything (a paint brush, feathers and a toothbrush) Beth had become sleepy seeing on her phone that it was already 330 AM. As Katie had been all but co-operative with her, Beth let her sleep in her bed rather than leaving her strapped down all night.
Beth all but carried Katie's broken and exhausted body up to her bedroom (dimly lit by a small lamp on a nightstand) with the blindfold and gag still in her mouth. Katie's back hit the left side of the mattress, jolting her awake from her semi-conscious state though she couldn't move much before she was straddled by Beth, "I trust you to sleep here but I don't think I can trust you enough to move around freely" Beth said before pinning Katie's hands against the white silky pillows above her head and tying her wrists to the headboard of the bed with black string.
Still straddling the redheads stomach, Beth lifted up Katie's head and unbuckled the ball gag, taking a string of saliva with it before setting it down on a nightstand to her left. Katie perked her head up as if she was about to say something, as the breath was about to leave her lips a single strip of white tape pressed firmly against her lips. As Beth released her grip over the girl's mouth, she could see the tape crinkle and cling to Katie's lips. It was then that she kissed the tape where Katie's lips would be, leaving a big lipstick imprint over the white tape.
Katie gave no reaction but was relieved when Beth rolled off of her to the right side of the mattress, before switching off the lamp. Beth moved closer to Katie, moving some hair away from her ear, "in the morning I'm going over to Angela's and bringing her here then we can have some fun... I really know how to push her buttons" Beth said softly before pressing her head against her pillow and drifting off.
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"Ouch!" Angela yelped as the last piece of rope was cinched around her wrist, securing it to the chair. Angela had been tied down to a small wooden chair, her arms and wrists tied to the thin arms of the chair while her ankles and legs were bound to the fragile legs of the chair. Her chest was secured with the thick black rope in the shape of an X and for extra measure, a few layers of rope went around her stomach, holding her to the chair for good.
Angela pulled and yanked, flipping her blonde ponytail back and forth as she did so, "If you want to escape, why don't you leave already?!" Angela snapped angrily. Abby pulled up a similar chair and placed it in front of Angela before sitting down, "Because I want something else..." Abby said as she reached down and pulled Angela's white fluffy socks from her feet.
Angela sighed and rolled her eyes realising what was about to happen, she attempted to bend her back and slip her wrists out to no luck. Abby pulled a white handkerchief - that she had picked up from looking around Angela's house - out of her pocket, "I have a friend. She's a lot like me except she is much more experienced and definitely not as nice as I am." Said Abby as she leaned in closer to Angela.
Angela gulped at the thought of a worse 'Abby' she could not think of anything worse. "When the morning comes, I'll phone her. She'll bring her truck and her things. We'll get your mom and your little friend..." Abby said before standing up and moving behind Angela who looked down at her lap, feeling overwhelmingly helpless and stunned.
A sharp gasp echoed through the room as one the blonde's fluffy socks were crammed into her mouth shortly before the second was crammed in while Abby used her thumb as an aid to keep the socks in which were bursting out of Angela's mouth. In her stunned silence, she closed her eyes and felt the handkerchief wrap around her mouth, from her chin to above her nose. The thin white rag would be impossible to shake or work off, not with a knot tied tightly behind her head, underneath her ponytail.
Angela gracefully moved back in front of Angela's face while Abby held onto Angela's thighs, their noses almost rubbing against eachother, "I'm going to go have the first real sleep I've had in a long time. If I were you I'd enjoy your last night here because after tomorrow, you won't love here anymore" Abby said smugly.
Every light in the house was switched off and Abby began to rest on Angela's soft mattress. Just outside her bedroom, Angela had never felt more defeated in her life. She sat in the pitch black for hours, her thoughts racing. Where would she be going? What would happen to her mom? Could she do anything before Abby woke up?
She couldn't slip out of the ropes; her chest, her arms and her legs. All tied too tight. There were scissors in the kitchen but she couldn't move the chair, not without moving at a snails pace while making a ruckus that would no doubt wake Abby. She was a prisoner in her own home while a stranger slept in her bed.
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Early the next morning, Beth woke up at the crack of dawn to an alarm. After turning it off she moved over to Katie, "Wake up, I'm going to go get Angela" Beth said.
"nnnnmmm" Katie softly groaned and stubbornly refused to fully wake up. By this point Beth had gotten out of bed and was changing, "Suit yourself, I might take a while" Beth said to the motionless redhead while she buttoned up her white shirt.
"Sleep tight" Said Beth sarcastically as she left her bedroom after putting on a pair of black jeans. Beth drove to Angela's house without a second thought and rang the doorbell when she arrived.
Abby sprung from her new bed, tazer in hand, she looked through the peep-hole and saw Beth standing there clueless. By this point Angela was regaining consciousness groaning from the pain of sleeping in that creeky chair.
Abby counted down in her head and swung the door open. Beth had no time to react as she was yanked into the house and had the small tazer pressed against her neck, "Don't move!" Abby barked.
Unwisely she tried to break free, Abby squeezed the trigger and a large spark sent Beth to the ground incapacitated. The front door was gently closed and only a few minutes later, Beth was bound to a similar chair in the same way as her daughter.
"Abby we can talk, we don't ne- gnnn" Beth pleaded before a long piece of white silk was pulled behind her teeth and knotted off behind her head.
"The time for talking is over. For you at least" Abby said while she reached into Beth's pocket and pulled out a flip phone. "Pleash" Beth's muffled voice begged.
Abby stood in front of the bound and gagged mother and daughter proudly. "How old is this thing?" Abby asked herself before dialling her friend's number.
"Hey, Ashley, it's Abby... Yes I'll explain but first you should get here quick... Yes, I have her daughter as well... And her friend when we find her... Bring your stuff" Abby's voice rang in the empty room, "I'll send you the address" she said after a long pause.
Angela looked over at her mother with dread in her eyes. Her mother looked back at her, "Ange doan wothy" said through the tight cleave gag, her lips closed shut over cloth and she tried to adjust herself in the tight restraints wrapped around her chest.
Still listening intently on the phone, a grin grew on Abby's face, "I'll be waiting... Bye!"
"Angela! Katie!" Shouted Beth as she opened the front door to her house. It was the hottest day of the year in the late evening when Beth had called her daughter and her friend to come over.
"Hi mom... What was so urgent that we had to come here?" Asked Angela wearing a dark blue v-neck with ripped jeans and her hair tied back into a tight ponytail. She was slightly annoyed at her mother's sudden call just before she was about to wind down before going to bed.
"Well I thought we could do something fun since we haven't gotten around to it in the last few months and your dad is away on that business trip for another few weeks" Beth said as she waved in her friend and her daughter throw the door, she was wearing a short sunflower dress with her brown hair flowing past her shoulders. The door clicked behind the three women, "And... Abby is getting a bit cooped up in her cell..." Beth said as she led them through to the dining room.
"So I was thinking that we could do a little swapover, I'll take Katie for the night and you take Abby. Sound good?" Beth said as she sat down at the table. Across the table was Abby, she was in much less restraints than she usually was, she wore a white tank top with white short shorts. Her hands were bound in front of her with a white ziptie and a smooth strip of duct tape was smeared across her lips giving the clear impression of a frown, her hair was tied back messily with small strands hanging over her forehead.
"Sounds good to me" Katie said gleefully, her red curly hair went down to the middle of her back, she wore a red t-shirt and black tights. Angela however, was more hesitant to the idea but eventually caved in after a few seconds of thought, "fine, I'll take her. It's dark enough that nobody will see us." Angela said while looking down at her new captive.
Abby was lead to the door by Angela, Abby was quiet and didn't make a fuss about being moved but still rolled her eyes at the entire thing. "Oh! And if she tries anything, use this" Beth said before handing her daughter a small pink self defence tazer just as her daughter stepped out the door.
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The car ride back to Angela's apartment was mostly filled with stony silence until the blonde tried to break the ice, "you know you should really be thanking my mom that she let you out" Angela said while looking over at the passenger seat. The piece of crinkled tape stayed put while she mumbled, "Gnnmmmnn" Abby said with her bound hands stuck underneath the seatbelt. Angela picked up the small tazer that her mother had given her and uncaringly threw it into her handbag in the backseat.
"What was that?" Angela asked before reaching over and ripping the tape from Abby's mouth. "Ow!" squealed Abby, "Look I don't want to talk to you... And I don't think you want to talk to me either so can we just not?" Abby said.
The tape was slapped back onto her lips before Angela put her eyes back onto the large empty road, "See that's where you're wrong, Abby. I do want to talk to you because I think we can enjoy ourselves if we try" Angela said before glancing back over at her captive who slumped her head to look out the passenger side window.
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The night was going a lot better back at Beth's house, she had opened a bottle of wine to share with Katie on the couch. "I don't think I can stand this heat... My AC has been broken since last week. Just my luck" Beth said before taking a sip from her glass, "So how's things been going with you two?" Asked Beth as she sat back in the brown leather couch.
"Great actually, but we haven't done much tying as of recently." Katie answered confidently before taking a sip from her glass. Beth stood up slowly, "well I've got a cool tie that I could show you and I'm sure it would drive Angela insane" Beth said before retriving 3 lengths of dark red rope within eye shot of Katie.
The two women faced eachother beside the couch next to the coffee table where the two glasses of wine sat, "First I need to tie a crotch rope" explained Beth as she began looping the rope around Katie's waist, "I already like the sound of this" Katie said as the small length of rope moved between her legs and was knotted off tightly.
Beth took the longest length of rope and bound Katie's hands in front of her before taking the loose end of the rope and using it to pull her wrists over her head, making her elbows point to the sky. The loose end of the rope was tied to the back of the crotch rope and pulled tight before being knotted off. Katie flicked her curly red hair away from the front of her face before sitting down and struggling some more.
Beth took the last and smallest piece of rope while sitting down facing her daughter's friend. The middle of the relatively thick piece of rope was pushed into her mouth like a cleave gag. The two lose ends of the rope were tied to each of her upper arms which were behind her head. Katie bit down on the thick piece of rope preventing her from using her tongue now that it was tightly jammed in her mouth.
"I think I'll leave you like that while I go fill up my glass" said Beth smugly as she stood up with her glass and walked to the kitchen, leaving Katie to write around in her restraints. It didn't take long for Katie to realise that the rope between her teeth could be removed from her mouth by pulling her arms forward and thereby tightening the crorch rope to a ridiculous degree.
She pulled with all her might and managed to get the gag out of her mouth at the expense of her rear-end which was now being tightly strangled by the soft ropes. Eventually releasing and letting the crotch rope loosen, the rope pressed against her lips aggressively until she had no option but to open her mouth and let the rope back behind her teeth.
Beth stood and watched Katie as she struggled, "having fun there?" She said sarcastically before taking a sip of the glass in her hand. In order to respond, Katie pulled the ropes forward and tightened her crotch to an uncomfortable degree, cringing as she did so, "You are just loving watching this, aren't you?" Katie asked before giggling.
Beth moved closer to Katie and set her glass down on the coffee table, "maybe I am" she said with a grin on her face. Katie wriggled side to side trying to find some loose areas in the ropes, "is this something that Abby would be put in if she was bad?" Katie said flicking her hair side to side.
"Bad?" Beth asked, "this is what she gets if she's good" Beth added as she sat down on the couch and faced Katie. Katie faced Angela's mom with her elbows in the air, "could I see something she would be put in for being bad?" Katie asked with genuine curiosity. Beth chuckled to herself for a moment, "For that we'd need to go down to the basement" Beth said before reaching over and twirling Katie's red curls.
"This heat is killing me" said Katie who was more than hot and bothered, "I need these clothes off me" she said as she twisted her fingers around in order to pick at the knots. Beth took another sip of her glass, "go right ahead" Beth said.
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Back in Angela's apartment, Abby found herself bound to Angela's table. She was bent over with her hands bound with rope in front of her, the rope was pulled forward and under the table where it was secured to one of the table legs. Her legs were spread apart and her ankles were tied to different legs of the table. Bent over the table she still had the singular piece of duct tape smeared across her lips.
Suddenly, the crinkled silver tape was ripped violently from hee face, "Are we ready to talk now?" Angela said as she walked around the table, looking down at Abby who's upper body was pinned to the solid wooden surface of the table where an assortment of cutlery and Angela's hand bag sat. Still, Abby refused to speak to her, instead closing her eyes and sighing to herself, "I can make this very difficult for you" Angela said as she reached for a table tennis paddle.
The first smack echoed through the room louder than Angela expected. Abby jolted as the paddle met her backsides, she restrained herself from yelping. The paddle stung more than Abby had expected, however before she could process what happened another smack met her backside in the same spot. Angela could hear Abby's breathing intensify, "What was that?" Angela said sarcastically before smacking her again in the same spot.
Abby twisted and turned but the ropes twisted and turned with her, refusing to give up their grip. Another, harder strike, hit her in the same spot causing her to yelp, "something you want to say?" Angela said as she readied the paddle for another blow. Abby held her breath and shook her head side to side. Another smack echoed through the apartment, "I could do this all day" Angela said with glee in her voice.
After another deafening smack Abby broke and let her breath go, "fine." Abby relented, hoping her torment would stop. "Good" Angela said before setting down the paddle on the table and sitting down on a chair by the table, "So... How is my mom treating you?" Angela asked as she leaned back in her chair.
"About how you would expect her to" said Abby after a lengthy pause. Angela slowly nodded her head understanding what she meant, "What are you going to do when you get out? I mean I'm sure you have friends that are wondering about you" Angela said as she leaned in closer to Abby's face.
"I have a few friends... All of whom think I'm in a different country after your mom texted them saying so" Abby said with a slightly angrier tone than her previous answer. Angela felt that the conversation had become awkward and tried to move the conversation along, "Do any of your other friends do tie ups?" Asked Angela as she kept her eye contact with Abby.
Abby sighed and paused for a moment, "Yes there is one, I suppose. I met her a few years after I met your mom" Abby said while her fingers fidgeted in the ropes, "we had a lot of fun back in college, me and your mom" Abby added. Angela suddenly stood up from her chair and patted Abby on the head, "you're going to tell me all about it when I come back" Angela said before scurrying away to the bathroom.
Abby poked her head up and looked around the empty room, realising this would be her only chance of escape she started wildly pulling at the rope binding her wrists down to the table. She dug her feet into the ground and pulled with all her strength. As her face became a shade of purple and she could see stars in her vision under the strain, she twisted her wrists and eventually part of her right thumb bent under the rope.
Abby stopped pulling which allowed her face to cool back down as she slipped her entire right hand from the ropes, allowing her to untie her left hand as well. In a panic, she undid the ropes under the table which held her ankles to the legs of the old wooden table. Abby stood up and collected her thoughts before snatching Angela's handbag before lifting the small pink tazer from black leather bag.
With the small tazer in hand, she paced towards the side of the bathroom door and waited for Angela. Her muscles tensed as she heard the toilet flush and the tap run, it was only a few moments later when the door opened and Abby pounced on Angela who yelped in suprise. Her left arm locked around her chest while her right hand held the small tazer to her back.
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Meanwhile in Beth's house, Katie descended the stairs in her black bra and panties with Beth following closely behind her. Katie was shocked by the sight of the basement which now looked more like a medieval dungeon than the last time she had seen it. Her eyes widened with shock as she looked around, recognising the small closet door leading to Abby's cell. Her eyes could only take in so much of the cozy carpeted basement before a black silk cloth was draped over her eyes and under her hair where it was tied off as she reached the bottom of the steps.
Beth gently pushed her back and nudged her forward, deeper into the basement. Katie was guided over to a wall where a large black wooden cross, in the shape of an 'X', stood secured to the floor. On each corner of the X was a leather cuff which was secured by a short chain. Katie was spun around and had her back pressed against the cross in one swift motion, each of her limbs were secured to the four corners of the X. Infront of the cross was a small oak wooden table which had an array of things laid out in rows alokgnthe entire length of the table.
Katie couldn't help but grin in anticipation, though she kept silent and waited patiently, she pulled on her wrist restraints and curled her toes into the soft carpet. A deafening gasp from Katie echoed off the walls of the basement as the tip of a feather brushed against her stomach.
Beth began tracing shapes on Katie's stomach using the feather, "Do you and Angela ever do stuff like this?" Asked Beth. Katie wriggled her torso around in a failed attempt to get away from the feather, "uhm, not really!" Squealed Katie in-between short bursts of giggling.
Beth tilted her head to the side, "really? I ought to bring her down here for a few days" Beth muttered under her breath, "how about tomorrow morning, you and I bring her over here for some fun?" Proclaimed Beth, continuing to trace circles.
Katie nodded her head in excitement shortly before the feather stopped it's path. Beth placed the feather back on the table, "I don't think I can trust you to be quiet for this next part" Beth said.
Katie flailed her arms around, "I'm sure I can handle it!" She giggled. Katie suddenly felt the firm grip of Beth's hand clamp over her mouth, "quiet" Beth said firmly as she held her grip with her right hand and took a black ball gag from the table. Without a word exchanged, the ball was locked between her teeth and strapped tight underneath her red hair. Kate's heart began to beat harder and her thoughts were racing.
The rattling of the short chains could be heard as Beth picked up a large feather duster. Suspended in darkness, Katie felt a deep tickling sensation race across her entire upper chest as the feather duster brushed up against her.
Katie did not keep her promise as she screamed as the feather duster swished back and forth. "GMMMNNN!" she pleaded into the ball as she struggled while Beth stood unbothered by her captive's struggling, "I could keep you down here for another 24 hours" Beth taunted in Katie's ear.
Katie could only scream more, she felt as though she could rip Beth's head off. Her torment didn't slow down for a second, Beth could keep going all night if she wanted to which she was very tempted to do. However after just a few hours of gruelling torment using anything and everything (a paint brush, feathers and a toothbrush) Beth had become sleepy seeing on her phone that it was already 330 AM. As Katie had been all but co-operative with her, Beth let her sleep in her bed rather than leaving her strapped down all night.
Beth all but carried Katie's broken and exhausted body up to her bedroom (dimly lit by a small lamp on a nightstand) with the blindfold and gag still in her mouth. Katie's back hit the left side of the mattress, jolting her awake from her semi-conscious state though she couldn't move much before she was straddled by Beth, "I trust you to sleep here but I don't think I can trust you enough to move around freely" Beth said before pinning Katie's hands against the white silky pillows above her head and tying her wrists to the headboard of the bed with black string.
Still straddling the redheads stomach, Beth lifted up Katie's head and unbuckled the ball gag, taking a string of saliva with it before setting it down on a nightstand to her left. Katie perked her head up as if she was about to say something, as the breath was about to leave her lips a single strip of white tape pressed firmly against her lips. As Beth released her grip over the girl's mouth, she could see the tape crinkle and cling to Katie's lips. It was then that she kissed the tape where Katie's lips would be, leaving a big lipstick imprint over the white tape.
Katie gave no reaction but was relieved when Beth rolled off of her to the right side of the mattress, before switching off the lamp. Beth moved closer to Katie, moving some hair away from her ear, "in the morning I'm going over to Angela's and bringing her here then we can have some fun... I really know how to push her buttons" Beth said softly before pressing her head against her pillow and drifting off.
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"Ouch!" Angela yelped as the last piece of rope was cinched around her wrist, securing it to the chair. Angela had been tied down to a small wooden chair, her arms and wrists tied to the thin arms of the chair while her ankles and legs were bound to the fragile legs of the chair. Her chest was secured with the thick black rope in the shape of an X and for extra measure, a few layers of rope went around her stomach, holding her to the chair for good.
Angela pulled and yanked, flipping her blonde ponytail back and forth as she did so, "If you want to escape, why don't you leave already?!" Angela snapped angrily. Abby pulled up a similar chair and placed it in front of Angela before sitting down, "Because I want something else..." Abby said as she reached down and pulled Angela's white fluffy socks from her feet.
Angela sighed and rolled her eyes realising what was about to happen, she attempted to bend her back and slip her wrists out to no luck. Abby pulled a white handkerchief - that she had picked up from looking around Angela's house - out of her pocket, "I have a friend. She's a lot like me except she is much more experienced and definitely not as nice as I am." Said Abby as she leaned in closer to Angela.
Angela gulped at the thought of a worse 'Abby' she could not think of anything worse. "When the morning comes, I'll phone her. She'll bring her truck and her things. We'll get your mom and your little friend..." Abby said before standing up and moving behind Angela who looked down at her lap, feeling overwhelmingly helpless and stunned.
A sharp gasp echoed through the room as one the blonde's fluffy socks were crammed into her mouth shortly before the second was crammed in while Abby used her thumb as an aid to keep the socks in which were bursting out of Angela's mouth. In her stunned silence, she closed her eyes and felt the handkerchief wrap around her mouth, from her chin to above her nose. The thin white rag would be impossible to shake or work off, not with a knot tied tightly behind her head, underneath her ponytail.
Angela gracefully moved back in front of Angela's face while Abby held onto Angela's thighs, their noses almost rubbing against eachother, "I'm going to go have the first real sleep I've had in a long time. If I were you I'd enjoy your last night here because after tomorrow, you won't love here anymore" Abby said smugly.
Every light in the house was switched off and Abby began to rest on Angela's soft mattress. Just outside her bedroom, Angela had never felt more defeated in her life. She sat in the pitch black for hours, her thoughts racing. Where would she be going? What would happen to her mom? Could she do anything before Abby woke up?
She couldn't slip out of the ropes; her chest, her arms and her legs. All tied too tight. There were scissors in the kitchen but she couldn't move the chair, not without moving at a snails pace while making a ruckus that would no doubt wake Abby. She was a prisoner in her own home while a stranger slept in her bed.
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Early the next morning, Beth woke up at the crack of dawn to an alarm. After turning it off she moved over to Katie, "Wake up, I'm going to go get Angela" Beth said.
"nnnnmmm" Katie softly groaned and stubbornly refused to fully wake up. By this point Beth had gotten out of bed and was changing, "Suit yourself, I might take a while" Beth said to the motionless redhead while she buttoned up her white shirt.
"Sleep tight" Said Beth sarcastically as she left her bedroom after putting on a pair of black jeans. Beth drove to Angela's house without a second thought and rang the doorbell when she arrived.
Abby sprung from her new bed, tazer in hand, she looked through the peep-hole and saw Beth standing there clueless. By this point Angela was regaining consciousness groaning from the pain of sleeping in that creeky chair.
Abby counted down in her head and swung the door open. Beth had no time to react as she was yanked into the house and had the small tazer pressed against her neck, "Don't move!" Abby barked.
Unwisely she tried to break free, Abby squeezed the trigger and a large spark sent Beth to the ground incapacitated. The front door was gently closed and only a few minutes later, Beth was bound to a similar chair in the same way as her daughter.
"Abby we can talk, we don't ne- gnnn" Beth pleaded before a long piece of white silk was pulled behind her teeth and knotted off behind her head.
"The time for talking is over. For you at least" Abby said while she reached into Beth's pocket and pulled out a flip phone. "Pleash" Beth's muffled voice begged.
Abby stood in front of the bound and gagged mother and daughter proudly. "How old is this thing?" Abby asked herself before dialling her friend's number.
"Hey, Ashley, it's Abby... Yes I'll explain but first you should get here quick... Yes, I have her daughter as well... And her friend when we find her... Bring your stuff" Abby's voice rang in the empty room, "I'll send you the address" she said after a long pause.
Angela looked over at her mother with dread in her eyes. Her mother looked back at her, "Ange doan wothy" said through the tight cleave gag, her lips closed shut over cloth and she tried to adjust herself in the tight restraints wrapped around her chest.
Still listening intently on the phone, a grin grew on Abby's face, "I'll be waiting... Bye!"
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Part Eight
It was only an hour later when Angela and her mother found themselves strung up in Beth's basement. They had been transported there in Ashley's big pick-up truck to collect Katie. The mother and daughter faced eachother while their hands were bound above their heads with rough brown rope. Ashley stood beside them while her accomplice searched the house for Katie.
Ashley was tall for a woman, a lot bigger than Angela. She had blonde hair which she let down past her shoulders. She stood with her arms cross in a black professional dress with high heels and tights.
"It's been too long..." Ashely said while her hand coursed over Beth's face. Beth snapped and thrashed her face away, showing her teeth and her gag still stuck tightly behind them. "I suppose we didn't end on the best of terms" Ashley said with a small smile on her red lips.
The door the basement cracked open with a loud noise, quickly followed by Katie carefully being led down the steps with the strip of tape still over her mouth with mark of red lipstick over the top. Her blindfold had been removed but her hands were bound in front of her with the same string that Beth had used the night before. She was soon strung up in the same way as Angela and Beth, her toes gracefully rubbing against the soft carpet.
"Now that we're all together... I think I'll take these two!" Ashely said excitedly while pressing her hand against Angela's t-shirt and Katie's bare stomach. "I've got a place in the country that I can take them too" Ashley explained to Abby.
"What about her father?" Abby said while looking Angela up and down like a piece of meat. Ashley pulled Angela's gag from behind her head to tighten it, "Believe me, I know about her father. I'll leave you with Beth and I'll get these two in my truck" Ashley said.
In a flash, Angela found herself ripped away from her mother's home and in the back seat of Ashley's truck. She was sat across from Katie at opposite windows which were heavily tinted. Angela had a silky black blindfold over her eyes and a hood over her head, she was cuffed behind her back and strapped into the car. "The seatbelts only unlock from the front, so don't even think of trying anything" Ashley said before slamming the door shut.
Katie was tied identically to her friend though she only had a layer of small tape over her lips compared to the pile of rags holding Angela's mouth shut. "PHHHMMMMNNNN!!!" Angela screamed in frustration, she rattled her cuffs and thrashed around in her seat. It took her only a few seconds to calm down again and relax.
The journey was hot and long and the car silent except the hum of the engine. It felt like an eternity before the car stopped again. Angela heard the driver door open and perked up before her door swung open. Still blindfolded she didn't expect to be swiftly unbuckled and dragged out of the car, "Here! I think it's fitting that you take this one"
Unbeknownst to Angela she was about to be lead into a large manor in the middle of nowhere with the property lines extending far off into the distance. Suddenly, Angela felt a firm grip on her arm before she was hoisted into the air over a man's shoulder. She could only let out small kicks as the man carried her down the basement which was a large complex with many rooms. The architecture of the basement was like an old jailhouse, stone walls and a cold hard floor.
Angela was carried into one of the many rooms and sat down on a wooden bench which was attached to the wall. She heard a door slam and lock making her look around nervously underneath her blindfold and hood. It was then that her cuffs were unlocked with a key and her hood was removed. She felt some relief when she was ungagged, her socks messily spilled out her mouth taking a trail of saliva with it. Before the thought of speaking entered her head, a finger pressed against her lips, signalling her to be quiet.
With just the blindfold over her eyes, the man stood her up and turned her around so that her back was facing him. Fully expecting what was to come, she press her hands together behind her back. Predicting correctly the man would tie her up.
Angela felt the coarse brown rope wind between her wrists tightly in several layers before being knotted off. Next her elbows were tied together with the same kind of rope, making sure that they touched excruciatingly. In one motion she was spun back around and more rope was draped over her shoulders. Angela's heartbeat spiked as she felt more and more of her body being immobilised.
The ropes moved fastly around her shoulders and her chest, before long the shape of a pentagram over her chest was made, squeezing her torso tight and crinkling her dark blue v-neck. The man took another length of the rough brown rope and tied it around her stomach to pin her arms down and again around her chest to pin down her elbows and upper arms.
The tough texture of the rope meant that struggling gave Angela friction burns very fast. Suddenly she was pulled to a different corner of the room and had her back pushed against the stone wall while she arched her back and twisted side to side, only causing more discomfort.
Expectedly, ropes were tied around her ankles, squeezing the material of her jeans. More ropes wrapped around her upper legs as well as her lower and upper thighs, the material of the jeans bulged out over the ropes around her upper thighs. They gave Angela the most bother out of any of the other ropes except for the webbing over her chest. She felt the deep urge to name call her captive or cry out for help but she stayed committed to being quiet.
It was then that her blindfold was lifted from her face, allowing her to see her captive. A quick gasp escaped Angela's mouth, "Dad?!" the words came out of her before she could even think. A hand quickly clamped over her mouth, "GNNNMMMMPNNNHN!" Angela let out a series of screams and insults from under the grip of dad's hand.
"Shhh shhh" he demanded though Angela did not listen. She tried to kick at him but her legs were bound a long with the rest of her body. "Let me explain Angela..." He said in the midst of Angela's garbled speech. Eventually she quietened down out of exhaustion, "Exmmhaim!" She shouted.
Angela's father paused for a second, "Shortly after me and your mom met, she introduced me to some of her college friends. You know Abby, but your mom never told you about Ashley who was a friend of Abby's... We ended up getting to talk with eachother. Naturally your mom misunderstood it and got into a fight with me over it. Eventually she calmed down but wanted me to never speak to her again, and I did... Up until the time that we kept Abby in our home which lead me to tracking down Ashley again and getting to talk with her again"
Angela thrashed her head from his hand and tried to shout at him but his grip only tightened and Angela could only stare with rage in her eyes. "Angela you need to understand that sometimes your mom is a controlling person" he said with some of Angela's spit smeared across his hand.
Angela gave a final look of disgust while her mouth was still trapped under his grip. Another wave of screaming ensued soon after, "That's it, I'm putting the gag on" Angela's dad said before grabbing a big leather panel gag.
Angela's jaw almost couldn't open any further as the 2.5 inch red ball was squeezed into her mouth. The gag was buckled as tight as possible behind her head, underneath her blonde ponytail. Angela was quickly put onto her stomach before an additional strap was pulled over her head and locked in place. "I should've put this on at the start to stop all of your whining" Angela's father said as he tightened the chin strap.
With the leather panel jammed snuggly in place, Angela was then placed into a hogtie. A rope was drawn from her ankle restraints to her elbows and tightened until her toes touched her elbows. Angela was lifted up like a handbag and carried out of the room, "if I could give you one piece of advice Angela, it's to listen to Ashley and cooperate with her" Angela's father said while approaching another room in the basement.
The door to the room opened slowly and gradually allowing Angela to see what was in the room. The room was larger than the small cell she was just in, it had tables and hooks with restraints and storage cupboards scattered around the room. She could see Katie being tied into a tight strappado by Ashley with layers of duct tape smeared across her face, no doubt with some dirty laundry underneath it.
"Oh you're finished!" Ashley said with joy, "I'm nearly done with this one, strap her down to that table and I'll deal with her soon. Good work, John" she added. In only a minute, Angela was placed on her back on the metal table and was strapped down with leather belts by her thighs, stomach and chest.
"This should help you cool off that mouth of yours" Angela's father said before putting a blindfold on her and noise cancelling headphones. Now trapped in her own world, all she could think was that she'd never been more trapped and helpless, she'd never felt so betrayed. The ropes were impossible to tolerate, too tight and too rough. The belts did nothing to help but restrain her even further. Her jaw began to ache from the intrusive ball silencing her, not even a quiet moan could leave her mouth.
Several hours later, Angela's blindfold and noise cancelling headphones were removed. In a dazed state she tilted her head to the left to see Ashley looking down at her, covering the light hanging from the wall. "Sorry for the wait, we were having some fun with Katie before we moved to you. Your father is putting her away for the night at the moment." Ashley said while she looked down at Angela with a sense of pride.
Angela sighed and rolled her eyes, she could only imagine what they were doing to her during that time. Ashley slowly moved the blindfold back down to her eyes, "Your father has got you down tight, hasn't he?" Ashley said playfully as she tugged that the strap holding her right thigh to the table.
"Not to worry, he'll be back soon enough to torment you for another six hours or so... If you know what I mean" Ashley said before sticking two of her fingers between Angela's ribs and tickling her. Angela immediately began wriggling on the table desperately, saliva going down her neck and chest.
"I'm not the one you should be begging, Angela" Ashley said coldly, "and from my experience he can be quite rigorous" she said before making her way to the large metal door, leaving a quivering and struggling Angela to her own devices once more.
It wasn't soon after that her father entered the room again, starting a slew of moans and struggles from the blonde. "Save your breath Angela, for when you need it, I'm not untying you and no one can help you but me" her father said with an assertive tone as he made his way over to her.
The large black panel and the red ball stopped most of her screams, only creating lots of saliva and distant groans. Her body forced her to try and escape while her mind acknowledged that she couldn't, no matter how hard she tried. She had practically lost her voice as her front and sides were tickled non-stop. Her body continued to jerk in different directions rapidly, but going nowhere.
"It's been five minutes..." Said Angela's father impassively. For Angela though, it has been hours. When her torment was over she was carried out in her restraints, broken physically and mentally. She was too exhausted to fight against the ropes even if she wanted to. Those six hours could not have felt longer, was her only thought.
She was placed down at a wall across from Katie. Angela's gag and blindfold remained while the ropes were untied. The room was dark and silent except for the moans of relief while Angela was untied. Before a muscle of her could move, she was placed in heavy metal shackles, around her hands. Her hands were then lifted above her and the shackle was locked in place against a hook in the wall.
Angela's blindfold was kindly removed by her father who left them in the cell. Angela looked across at Katie who was asleep, with the many strips of tape still smeared across her face with laundry jammed under her lips. The gag was no help in getting Angela to sleep, her jaw was numb and her body was too tired to sleep.
It was only an hour later when Angela and her mother found themselves strung up in Beth's basement. They had been transported there in Ashley's big pick-up truck to collect Katie. The mother and daughter faced eachother while their hands were bound above their heads with rough brown rope. Ashley stood beside them while her accomplice searched the house for Katie.
Ashley was tall for a woman, a lot bigger than Angela. She had blonde hair which she let down past her shoulders. She stood with her arms cross in a black professional dress with high heels and tights.
"It's been too long..." Ashely said while her hand coursed over Beth's face. Beth snapped and thrashed her face away, showing her teeth and her gag still stuck tightly behind them. "I suppose we didn't end on the best of terms" Ashley said with a small smile on her red lips.
The door the basement cracked open with a loud noise, quickly followed by Katie carefully being led down the steps with the strip of tape still over her mouth with mark of red lipstick over the top. Her blindfold had been removed but her hands were bound in front of her with the same string that Beth had used the night before. She was soon strung up in the same way as Angela and Beth, her toes gracefully rubbing against the soft carpet.
"Now that we're all together... I think I'll take these two!" Ashely said excitedly while pressing her hand against Angela's t-shirt and Katie's bare stomach. "I've got a place in the country that I can take them too" Ashley explained to Abby.
"What about her father?" Abby said while looking Angela up and down like a piece of meat. Ashley pulled Angela's gag from behind her head to tighten it, "Believe me, I know about her father. I'll leave you with Beth and I'll get these two in my truck" Ashley said.
In a flash, Angela found herself ripped away from her mother's home and in the back seat of Ashley's truck. She was sat across from Katie at opposite windows which were heavily tinted. Angela had a silky black blindfold over her eyes and a hood over her head, she was cuffed behind her back and strapped into the car. "The seatbelts only unlock from the front, so don't even think of trying anything" Ashley said before slamming the door shut.
Katie was tied identically to her friend though she only had a layer of small tape over her lips compared to the pile of rags holding Angela's mouth shut. "PHHHMMMMNNNN!!!" Angela screamed in frustration, she rattled her cuffs and thrashed around in her seat. It took her only a few seconds to calm down again and relax.
The journey was hot and long and the car silent except the hum of the engine. It felt like an eternity before the car stopped again. Angela heard the driver door open and perked up before her door swung open. Still blindfolded she didn't expect to be swiftly unbuckled and dragged out of the car, "Here! I think it's fitting that you take this one"
Unbeknownst to Angela she was about to be lead into a large manor in the middle of nowhere with the property lines extending far off into the distance. Suddenly, Angela felt a firm grip on her arm before she was hoisted into the air over a man's shoulder. She could only let out small kicks as the man carried her down the basement which was a large complex with many rooms. The architecture of the basement was like an old jailhouse, stone walls and a cold hard floor.
Angela was carried into one of the many rooms and sat down on a wooden bench which was attached to the wall. She heard a door slam and lock making her look around nervously underneath her blindfold and hood. It was then that her cuffs were unlocked with a key and her hood was removed. She felt some relief when she was ungagged, her socks messily spilled out her mouth taking a trail of saliva with it. Before the thought of speaking entered her head, a finger pressed against her lips, signalling her to be quiet.
With just the blindfold over her eyes, the man stood her up and turned her around so that her back was facing him. Fully expecting what was to come, she press her hands together behind her back. Predicting correctly the man would tie her up.
Angela felt the coarse brown rope wind between her wrists tightly in several layers before being knotted off. Next her elbows were tied together with the same kind of rope, making sure that they touched excruciatingly. In one motion she was spun back around and more rope was draped over her shoulders. Angela's heartbeat spiked as she felt more and more of her body being immobilised.
The ropes moved fastly around her shoulders and her chest, before long the shape of a pentagram over her chest was made, squeezing her torso tight and crinkling her dark blue v-neck. The man took another length of the rough brown rope and tied it around her stomach to pin her arms down and again around her chest to pin down her elbows and upper arms.
The tough texture of the rope meant that struggling gave Angela friction burns very fast. Suddenly she was pulled to a different corner of the room and had her back pushed against the stone wall while she arched her back and twisted side to side, only causing more discomfort.
Expectedly, ropes were tied around her ankles, squeezing the material of her jeans. More ropes wrapped around her upper legs as well as her lower and upper thighs, the material of the jeans bulged out over the ropes around her upper thighs. They gave Angela the most bother out of any of the other ropes except for the webbing over her chest. She felt the deep urge to name call her captive or cry out for help but she stayed committed to being quiet.
It was then that her blindfold was lifted from her face, allowing her to see her captive. A quick gasp escaped Angela's mouth, "Dad?!" the words came out of her before she could even think. A hand quickly clamped over her mouth, "GNNNMMMMPNNNHN!" Angela let out a series of screams and insults from under the grip of dad's hand.
"Shhh shhh" he demanded though Angela did not listen. She tried to kick at him but her legs were bound a long with the rest of her body. "Let me explain Angela..." He said in the midst of Angela's garbled speech. Eventually she quietened down out of exhaustion, "Exmmhaim!" She shouted.
Angela's father paused for a second, "Shortly after me and your mom met, she introduced me to some of her college friends. You know Abby, but your mom never told you about Ashley who was a friend of Abby's... We ended up getting to talk with eachother. Naturally your mom misunderstood it and got into a fight with me over it. Eventually she calmed down but wanted me to never speak to her again, and I did... Up until the time that we kept Abby in our home which lead me to tracking down Ashley again and getting to talk with her again"
Angela thrashed her head from his hand and tried to shout at him but his grip only tightened and Angela could only stare with rage in her eyes. "Angela you need to understand that sometimes your mom is a controlling person" he said with some of Angela's spit smeared across his hand.
Angela gave a final look of disgust while her mouth was still trapped under his grip. Another wave of screaming ensued soon after, "That's it, I'm putting the gag on" Angela's dad said before grabbing a big leather panel gag.
Angela's jaw almost couldn't open any further as the 2.5 inch red ball was squeezed into her mouth. The gag was buckled as tight as possible behind her head, underneath her blonde ponytail. Angela was quickly put onto her stomach before an additional strap was pulled over her head and locked in place. "I should've put this on at the start to stop all of your whining" Angela's father said as he tightened the chin strap.
With the leather panel jammed snuggly in place, Angela was then placed into a hogtie. A rope was drawn from her ankle restraints to her elbows and tightened until her toes touched her elbows. Angela was lifted up like a handbag and carried out of the room, "if I could give you one piece of advice Angela, it's to listen to Ashley and cooperate with her" Angela's father said while approaching another room in the basement.
The door to the room opened slowly and gradually allowing Angela to see what was in the room. The room was larger than the small cell she was just in, it had tables and hooks with restraints and storage cupboards scattered around the room. She could see Katie being tied into a tight strappado by Ashley with layers of duct tape smeared across her face, no doubt with some dirty laundry underneath it.
"Oh you're finished!" Ashley said with joy, "I'm nearly done with this one, strap her down to that table and I'll deal with her soon. Good work, John" she added. In only a minute, Angela was placed on her back on the metal table and was strapped down with leather belts by her thighs, stomach and chest.
"This should help you cool off that mouth of yours" Angela's father said before putting a blindfold on her and noise cancelling headphones. Now trapped in her own world, all she could think was that she'd never been more trapped and helpless, she'd never felt so betrayed. The ropes were impossible to tolerate, too tight and too rough. The belts did nothing to help but restrain her even further. Her jaw began to ache from the intrusive ball silencing her, not even a quiet moan could leave her mouth.
Several hours later, Angela's blindfold and noise cancelling headphones were removed. In a dazed state she tilted her head to the left to see Ashley looking down at her, covering the light hanging from the wall. "Sorry for the wait, we were having some fun with Katie before we moved to you. Your father is putting her away for the night at the moment." Ashley said while she looked down at Angela with a sense of pride.
Angela sighed and rolled her eyes, she could only imagine what they were doing to her during that time. Ashley slowly moved the blindfold back down to her eyes, "Your father has got you down tight, hasn't he?" Ashley said playfully as she tugged that the strap holding her right thigh to the table.
"Not to worry, he'll be back soon enough to torment you for another six hours or so... If you know what I mean" Ashley said before sticking two of her fingers between Angela's ribs and tickling her. Angela immediately began wriggling on the table desperately, saliva going down her neck and chest.
"I'm not the one you should be begging, Angela" Ashley said coldly, "and from my experience he can be quite rigorous" she said before making her way to the large metal door, leaving a quivering and struggling Angela to her own devices once more.
It wasn't soon after that her father entered the room again, starting a slew of moans and struggles from the blonde. "Save your breath Angela, for when you need it, I'm not untying you and no one can help you but me" her father said with an assertive tone as he made his way over to her.
The large black panel and the red ball stopped most of her screams, only creating lots of saliva and distant groans. Her body forced her to try and escape while her mind acknowledged that she couldn't, no matter how hard she tried. She had practically lost her voice as her front and sides were tickled non-stop. Her body continued to jerk in different directions rapidly, but going nowhere.
"It's been five minutes..." Said Angela's father impassively. For Angela though, it has been hours. When her torment was over she was carried out in her restraints, broken physically and mentally. She was too exhausted to fight against the ropes even if she wanted to. Those six hours could not have felt longer, was her only thought.
She was placed down at a wall across from Katie. Angela's gag and blindfold remained while the ropes were untied. The room was dark and silent except for the moans of relief while Angela was untied. Before a muscle of her could move, she was placed in heavy metal shackles, around her hands. Her hands were then lifted above her and the shackle was locked in place against a hook in the wall.
Angela's blindfold was kindly removed by her father who left them in the cell. Angela looked across at Katie who was asleep, with the many strips of tape still smeared across her face with laundry jammed under her lips. The gag was no help in getting Angela to sleep, her jaw was numb and her body was too tired to sleep.
Very exciting - and quite surprising. I wonder where you will take this tale!
Another great part, really fun twist too, wondering what's happening with Beth and Abby now.
I am going to end the story after the tenth part or so. Though I might add a few more after that in the future.Caesar73 wrote: 8 months ago Very exciting - and quite surprising. I wonder where you will take this tale!