Rebecca sighed in relief as she parked her car in the driveway, finally home after a long day of shopping. She loved her little red summer dress; it was light and breezy, perfect for the warm weather. Her brown hair, loose and flowing, framed her beautiful face. Even in her mid-40s, Rebecca's Scandinavian heritage granted her a timeless beauty and an enviable figure that always turned heads.
Rebecca pushed open the door to her cozy home, her arms laden with shopping bags. She hummed a cheerful tune as she stepped inside, kicking the door closed behind her. The house was quiet, just as she'd left it, and she relished the silence after a hectic day in town.
She made her way to the kitchen, placing the bags on the counter. As she turned to head into the living room, she froze. Standing in the doorway was a man, his face partially obscured by a black ski mask. Her heart leapt into her throat.
"Don't scream," the man hissed, brandishing a knife.
Rebecca's breath caught in her chest, but she nodded slowly, her eyes wide with fear.
"Move to the living room," he ordered, his voice steady and cold.
Rebecca walked ahead of him, her mind racing. She tried to think of a way to escape, but the knife glinted ominously in the dim light. The man followed her closely, and she could feel his presence like a dark cloud hovering over her.
In the living room, the man pointed to a wooden chair near the center of the room. "Sit," he commanded.
He quickly set to work, tying her hands behind her back with rope, securing her ankles and knees, and finishing with intricate breast bondage that accentuated her figure. She winced as the ropes tightened around her chest, making her feel both humiliated and terrified. Finally, he gagged her with a cleave gag stifling any cries for help.
Just as he finished, the front door opened again. Emma, Rebecca's 22-year-old daughter, burst in, still in her volleyball gear, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She is listening to some music and only realizes what is happening when she is getting close to the living room. Her blue eyes widened in horror as she saw her mother bound and gagged on the chair.
"Mom!" Emma shouted, but before she could react further, the burglar pounced. He pushed her to the floor, swiftly taping her hands behind her back and binding her ankles and knees. Emma struggled fiercely, but his grip was strong and determined.
"Quiet!" he hissed, stuffing a piece of cloth into her mouth and securing it with a few layers of tape. Emma's muffled protests were futile as she was left hogtied on the floor, her athletic form straining against the bindings.
The burglar stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Rebecca and Emma, both bound and gagged, were helpless before him. Rebecca's eyes were filled with fear and frustration, while Emma's were blazing with defiance. The room was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the muffled sounds of their struggles.
As he turned his attention back to ransacking the house, the mother and daughter exchanged glances. Despite the dire situation, there was a flicker of determination in their eyes. They would find a way out of this, together.
Do you want another damsel in distress walking into this burglary? If yes, who is she (cute neighbour, Emma's cousin or someone else?)
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Not the afternoon Rebecca expected - M/FF
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Great start , definitely add a cute neighbour
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What does she look like? Age & Name
?Suzie, is 5’ 2†slim with girl of 34, Brunette hair below her shoulders, pert boobs. She has been at work so is wearing a skirt suit and black knee length boots.
I'd say a cute neighbor or Emma's cousin, either one Emma's age. And I'd like Emma and her friend tied with rope, to chairs or something to make escape that much more difficult. Can't beat the soccer outfit look!
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34 year old brunette isn't bad but I'd do a tennis outfit and a nice tan. White rope looks so good against a nice tan.Dpsiic wrote: 11 months ago Suzie, is 5’ 2†slim with girl of 34, Brunette hair below her shoulders, pert boobs. She has been at work so is wearing a skirt suit and black knee length boots.
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Sounds good to me.
Emma's best class-buddy has to come (her age), she actually had an appointment with her (e.g. for homework, house party, going for a walk or something similar). But her afternoon also goes a little differently than planned...
Does she realise what's going on - or are Emma and Rebacca letting her believe that it's a harmless game that they both participate in voluntarily and that Emma's friend absolutely wants/needs to try out?
Does she realise what's going on - or are Emma and Rebacca letting her believe that it's a harmless game that they both participate in voluntarily and that Emma's friend absolutely wants/needs to try out?
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JennyTied
Some grammar errors but nice.
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English is not my mother tongue so I will take it as a compliment
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Part 2 - Mixed with some of the recommendations mentionned by members.
Jessica (34 years old), a petite brunette with a slender build, checked her watch for the third time. She had been waiting in her car outside Rebecca's house for over ten minutes now. Dressed in her tennis gear, she was eager to hit the courts. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow on her car as she finally decided to see what was keeping Rebecca.
She stepped out of the car, her tennis bag slung over her shoulder, and walked up to the front door. She knocked, but there was no response. The door was slightly ajar, which was unusual for Rebecca, who was usually quite meticulous about keeping her home secure. Jessica pushed the door open and stepped inside.
"Rebecca? Emma?" she called out, her voice echoing through the quiet house. She heard a faint noise coming from the living room and made her way there. Her heart raced as she turned the corner and saw a shocking sight.
Rebecca was tied to a chair, ropes intricately wrapped around her body, and a cleave gag making sure she couldn't call for help. Emma was on the floor, bound in hogtied and gagged, struggling against her restraints. Standing nearby was a man in a ski mask, rifling through a drawer.
For a split second, Jessica's mind raced with confusion and fear. But then, thinking it might be some elaborate prank or game, she decided to play along. After all, Rebecca and Emma had always been full of surprises.
"Oh, this looks like fun!" Jessica exclaimed with a playful smile, stepping further into the room. The man in the ski mask turned to her, surprised by her reaction.
"Uh, sure. Fun," he muttered, clearly caught off guard.
"Why don't you tie me up too?" Jessica offered, dropping her tennis bag and holding her hands out.
The burglar, still confused but seeing an opportunity to secure another captive, quickly moved to tie her up. He bound her hands behind her back, then her ankles, and finally applied a gag, similar to what he'd done with Rebecca.
Jessica felt the ropes tighten around her wrists and ankles, but she kept a playful demeanour, thinking it was all part of some elaborate joke. She was placed on the floor beside Emma, who looked at her with wide, bewildered eyes.
As the burglar turned back to his task of ransacking the house, Jessica exchanged glances with Rebecca and Emma. It was then that the reality of the situation began to sink in. Rebecca's eyes were filled with a mix of relief and worry, while Emma's were still blazing with defiance.
The three women were now bound and gagged, helpless in the face of the intruder. Jessica realized she had underestimated the gravity of the situation. Her playful act had landed her in the same predicament as her friends. The burglar continued his search, oblivious to the silent communication happening between the three captives.
The burglar, satisfied with the cash and valuables he had accumulated, paused to admire his handiwork. Rebecca, Emma, and Jessica were bound and gagged, their muffled moans and struggles adding to the tense atmosphere in the room. He enjoyed the sight for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips. But he had more houses to hit tonight and couldn't afford to linger.
Rebecca's eyes followed him as he moved back to the living room. He looked at her, then at Emma and Jessica, their eyes pleading for mercy. The robber gave a final, cold glance around the room before turning to leave.
"Don't try anything stupid," he warned, his voice low and menacing. "I'll be back if I have to."
With that, he slipped out the front door, leaving the three women alone in their struggle.
As soon as the door closed, Rebecca began to work on the ropes binding her wrists. She twisted and turned, trying to find a weakness in the knots. Emma and Jessica watched her, their own efforts to free themselves equally desperate but fruitless. Minutes felt like hours as Rebecca's determination finally paid off. She managed to loosen the ropes enough to slip one hand free.
With trembling fingers, she untied herself and quickly moved to help Emma, then Jessica. Once free, they pulled off their gags, gasping for air.
"Mom, are you okay?" Emma asked, her voice shaky but filled with relief.
Rebecca nodded, still catching her breath. "Yes, I'm fine. We need to call the police."
Jessica, her face pale but resolute, grabbed her phone from her tennis bag. "I'll call them. You two check the house, and make sure he didn't leave anything dangerous behind."
Rebecca and Emma moved through the house, checking each room to ensure the robber was truly gone. Meanwhile, Jessica spoke to the emergency operator, her voice steadying as she relayed the events that had transpired.
Within minutes, the sound of sirens filled the air, and flashing lights illuminated the street outside. Police officers quickly entered the house, assessing the situation and taking statements from the three shaken women.
Rebecca, her voice firm despite the ordeal, described the intruder and the events that led to their captivity. Emma added details about his actions and the items he took. Jessica, still in shock from the unexpected turn of events, provided her own account of what happened.
The officers reassured them that they were safe now and promised to do everything in their power to catch the burglar. As the police combed the house for evidence, Rebecca, Emma, and Jessica huddled together, grateful to have each other.
"Definitely not the afternoon I expected!" said Rebecca.
Jessica (34 years old), a petite brunette with a slender build, checked her watch for the third time. She had been waiting in her car outside Rebecca's house for over ten minutes now. Dressed in her tennis gear, she was eager to hit the courts. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow on her car as she finally decided to see what was keeping Rebecca.
She stepped out of the car, her tennis bag slung over her shoulder, and walked up to the front door. She knocked, but there was no response. The door was slightly ajar, which was unusual for Rebecca, who was usually quite meticulous about keeping her home secure. Jessica pushed the door open and stepped inside.
"Rebecca? Emma?" she called out, her voice echoing through the quiet house. She heard a faint noise coming from the living room and made her way there. Her heart raced as she turned the corner and saw a shocking sight.
Rebecca was tied to a chair, ropes intricately wrapped around her body, and a cleave gag making sure she couldn't call for help. Emma was on the floor, bound in hogtied and gagged, struggling against her restraints. Standing nearby was a man in a ski mask, rifling through a drawer.
For a split second, Jessica's mind raced with confusion and fear. But then, thinking it might be some elaborate prank or game, she decided to play along. After all, Rebecca and Emma had always been full of surprises.
"Oh, this looks like fun!" Jessica exclaimed with a playful smile, stepping further into the room. The man in the ski mask turned to her, surprised by her reaction.
"Uh, sure. Fun," he muttered, clearly caught off guard.
"Why don't you tie me up too?" Jessica offered, dropping her tennis bag and holding her hands out.
The burglar, still confused but seeing an opportunity to secure another captive, quickly moved to tie her up. He bound her hands behind her back, then her ankles, and finally applied a gag, similar to what he'd done with Rebecca.
Jessica felt the ropes tighten around her wrists and ankles, but she kept a playful demeanour, thinking it was all part of some elaborate joke. She was placed on the floor beside Emma, who looked at her with wide, bewildered eyes.
As the burglar turned back to his task of ransacking the house, Jessica exchanged glances with Rebecca and Emma. It was then that the reality of the situation began to sink in. Rebecca's eyes were filled with a mix of relief and worry, while Emma's were still blazing with defiance.
The three women were now bound and gagged, helpless in the face of the intruder. Jessica realized she had underestimated the gravity of the situation. Her playful act had landed her in the same predicament as her friends. The burglar continued his search, oblivious to the silent communication happening between the three captives.
The burglar, satisfied with the cash and valuables he had accumulated, paused to admire his handiwork. Rebecca, Emma, and Jessica were bound and gagged, their muffled moans and struggles adding to the tense atmosphere in the room. He enjoyed the sight for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips. But he had more houses to hit tonight and couldn't afford to linger.
Rebecca's eyes followed him as he moved back to the living room. He looked at her, then at Emma and Jessica, their eyes pleading for mercy. The robber gave a final, cold glance around the room before turning to leave.
"Don't try anything stupid," he warned, his voice low and menacing. "I'll be back if I have to."
With that, he slipped out the front door, leaving the three women alone in their struggle.
As soon as the door closed, Rebecca began to work on the ropes binding her wrists. She twisted and turned, trying to find a weakness in the knots. Emma and Jessica watched her, their own efforts to free themselves equally desperate but fruitless. Minutes felt like hours as Rebecca's determination finally paid off. She managed to loosen the ropes enough to slip one hand free.
With trembling fingers, she untied herself and quickly moved to help Emma, then Jessica. Once free, they pulled off their gags, gasping for air.
"Mom, are you okay?" Emma asked, her voice shaky but filled with relief.
Rebecca nodded, still catching her breath. "Yes, I'm fine. We need to call the police."
Jessica, her face pale but resolute, grabbed her phone from her tennis bag. "I'll call them. You two check the house, and make sure he didn't leave anything dangerous behind."
Rebecca and Emma moved through the house, checking each room to ensure the robber was truly gone. Meanwhile, Jessica spoke to the emergency operator, her voice steadying as she relayed the events that had transpired.
Within minutes, the sound of sirens filled the air, and flashing lights illuminated the street outside. Police officers quickly entered the house, assessing the situation and taking statements from the three shaken women.
Rebecca, her voice firm despite the ordeal, described the intruder and the events that led to their captivity. Emma added details about his actions and the items he took. Jessica, still in shock from the unexpected turn of events, provided her own account of what happened.
The officers reassured them that they were safe now and promised to do everything in their power to catch the burglar. As the police combed the house for evidence, Rebecca, Emma, and Jessica huddled together, grateful to have each other.
"Definitely not the afternoon I expected!" said Rebecca.