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[Boundngagged75]

Fatima and I walked along a long, tree-lined driveway leading up to the front entrance, which featured a grand, arched doorway framed by tall, fluted columns. We had reached the front of the house - a sprawling estate with a stately facade, combining classical architecture with modern touches. Constructed from hand-cut stone, the exterior walls boast a timeless elegance, accented by intricate masonry and wrought-iron details.

I pressed my fingertip to the doorbell triggering a series of loud chimes. Almost instantly, the door opened up.

“Hi!” We were greeted sincerely by the wide eyed smiling face of Vivi, our host for the evening. “Come inside, please,” she hurried us in as she pushed the textured layers of her jet black hair to the sides of her face, adjusting the large frame glasses that rested on her small button nose. Vivi was a petite Taiwanese knockout. A pair of nude leather leggings hugged her hips. A black corset blazer was cropped slightly above her waist.

Fatima was an Indian beauty with irresistible charisma. Her perfect smile shined like a row of polished pearls. Her long wavy hair was a pitch black, and her dusky golden brown tone accentuated her beautiful round eyes.

I placed my hand in the small of her back as I followed her through the doorway. My fingertips slid along the smooth surface of the black leather mock neck mini dress she was wearing. Her long stems disappeared into a tall pair of black leather thigh high boots.

Fatima wrapped her arms around Vivi as the two embraced warmly. The two pressed their lips together in a friendly kiss and giggled as they chattered about how good it was to see each other and how it had been too long.

“It’s so good to meet you,” I said extending my hand to greet Vivi. “Fatima tells me you two go way back.”

“We do! But it’s been years. Fatima told me a lot about you too,” she replied, bypassing the hand shake and wrapping her arms around me to pull me in for a hug.

“I hope all good things,” I said as I gave her a gentle rub on the back and we all shared a laugh.

“Come in. Come in,” she repeated as she closed the door behind us. “My husband is around here somewhere.”

“Beautiful home!” exclaimed Fatima as our eyes wandered across the walls, and up and down from floor to ceiling.

The living room exuded luxury and sophistication. It featured high ceilings with intricate crown molding and a grand chandelier that casts a warm, inviting glow. The floors were made of polished hardwood, partially covered by an ornate Persian rug. A large, plush sectional sofa in a deep, rich velvet sat in the center, accompanied by elegant armchairs upholstered in fine leather.

A marble fireplace served as the room’s focal point, with an intricately carved mantel displaying tasteful art pieces and an antique clock. Above the fireplace hung a large, original painting in a gilded frame. Floor-to-ceiling windows with heavy, silk drapes offered a view of the expansive garden outside.

One wall was lined with custom-built bookshelves filled with leather-bound classics and decorative objects. A grand piano sat in one corner, suggesting an appreciation for music. The coffee table was a piece of art itself, crafted from glass and metal, and adorned with a fresh bouquet of flowers, designer coffee table books, and a few carefully chosen trinkets.

Subtle, ambient lighting was provided by stylish table lamps and recessed ceiling lights, enhancing the room’s opulent atmosphere. The overall decor blended classic elegance with modern comfort, creating a space that is both luxurious and inviting.

I felt a hand cup my shoulder as Vivi leaned in with a whisper. “Why don’t you make yourself at home while us girls go powder our noses?” she suggested. “That’s girl code for stepping out for a little girl talk.”

“By all means,” I replied, removing my jacket. “You two enjoy your ‘girl talk’.” I put in air quotes as the two quickly disappeared, giggling around the corner.

The cheerful laughter eerily and abruptly disappeared as they turned the corner to exit the room. The silence was ominous - and isolating.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by a set of heavy footsteps shuffling across the hardwood floors.

“Fatima?” I called out. No response.

“Vivi?”

Silence.

Perhaps Vivi’s husband, though I had no name to call out. Out of curiosity, I followed the echo of the footsteps around the corner.
The hallway stretched endlessly, a testament to the grandeur of the house. The walls were paneled with rich, dark wood, each section intricately carved with floral and geometric patterns, a display of artisanal craftsmanship. The hallway led to a set of double doors at the far end, each door an imposing slab of carved wood with brass handles shaped like mythical creatures. Beyond these doors lay the heart of the mansion, promising further opulence and secrets waiting to be discovered.

I began to make my way towards the doors when an anomaly in the wall caught my eye. The wall appeared to be uneven. I examined it carefully, placing my hand on the surface and gave it a slight push, revealing a hidden basement room - a well-kept secret, tucked away behind a cleverly disguised panel in the wall. As I opened the panel, it revealed a narrow, dimly lit staircase leading down into the depths of the house. The air grew cooler and the light fainter with each step, adding to the room’s mystique.

At the bottom of the stairs, a heavy wooden door with iron hinges stood ajar. Pushing it open, felt like stepping back in time. The room was lined with dark, polished wood, and the faint scent of aged leather and dust hung in the air. A small, barred window near the ceiling allowed just enough light to filter in during the day, but at night, the room relied on the warm glow of a few oil lamps strategically placed around the space.

The room was otherwise bare with two exceptions. In the center or the room, pushed up against the wall, was a bed. Its frame was constructed from polished steel, giving it a sleek, industrial look. The headboard and footboard featured geometric patterns, with intersecting lines and clean angles that created a sense of contemporary elegance. Overhead, mounted on the wall at the foot of the bed, was a large television.

The ominous feeling that I was somewhere that I was not supposed to be had come over me. I thought it best that I turn around and exit the same way I had come in. I began to slowly turn to take my leave when suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around my waist, violently pulling me backwards and gripping me tightly from behind.

Before I could scream help, I felt a damp cloth pressed to mouth and covering my nose. As I inhaled, I smelled a very strong aromatic scent, and immediately felt dizzy as my vision began to blur.

“Mmpphh!” I moaned aloud in a panic, struggling to free myself in a final attempt as my body grew weaker.

“That’s is,” said a male voice in a soft encouraging tone. “Go to sleep.”

I moaned softly and defeated, waiting for my body to succumb to the odor from the rag. I stopped struggling, hoping that he would removed the chloroform soaked rag before everything went dark. My body went limp in his grip. He held the damp cloth over my mouth and nose a bit longer for assurance. Then, my world had rotated clockwise, and my vision slowly faded to black as the sounds of the world were drowned out by a thick silence.


To be continued…

[Boundngagged75]

Part 2:
My eyelids opened the smallest amount as I groaned softly, stifled by the large rubber ball that had been forced in between my lips and buckled tightly into place by the black leather straps attached to it behind my head.

Short lengths of white cotton rope had been looped around my wrists and ankles, tethering them to their respective corners of a steel framed bed to which I had been bound.

I had been stripped naked; all of my clothes taken from me. I lifted my head, looking down my body as my cock hung between my legs.

“So what do you think?” asked an unfamiliar male voice. A set of footsteps crossed the floor until a figure appeared at the door of my bed. His face was concealed behind a powder blue surgical mask. He wore a black long sleeve crew neck shirt. A pair of yellow rubber gloves fit snug around his hands.

“Mmmpph!” was all I could manage with the rubber ball filling my mouth. “Mmm.. Mmmpph!” I grunted as I tugged on the ropes that bound my wrists, and kicking my feet to no avail.

“We came across this room shortly after buying the house,” he said. “The previous owner must’ve had it built. We’re still not sure exactly why.”

“Mmm.. Mmphhh!” my protests were muffled.

“It’s a bit of a place of solitude and mystery,” he continued. “A sanctuary for its previous owner’s most prized possessions and secret endeavors. Possibly it holds stories of the past, whispers of untold secrets, and the weight of countless memories etched into every surface.”

I grew weary of struggling against the ropes to no avail, and finally allowed my body to slacken. I was all but certain that if I could yell loud enough into my gag, Fatima would’ve heard me by now. My assailant crouched aside the bed beside me. He lifted his hand, gripping a long plastic remote control.

“Of course, we made a few modifications to fit our likings,” he said as he pointed the remote control towards the television mounted on the wall and pushed his thumb into one of the large buttons on top.

As the blackness of the television slowly faded to picture, the naked body of a curvaceous woman sprawled out on a bed appeared on the screen. It was Fatima. Her nude body was a glowing golden. Her bare pussy was clean and smooth. She was tied down spread eagle, her wrists and ankles were secured to the corners of a bed frame, identical to the one that I was bound to, with rope. Her lips enclosed over the large red rubber ball that had been forced into her mouth and strapped into place. Her large symmetrical breasts rolled on top of her chest as she struggled against the ropes.

If I could see her, could she me? I wondered. Her eyes widened as it became evident that she was watching me also back from her location.

“Mmmpph! Mmmpph!” She pleaded through her gag as she tugged violently against the ropes that bound her.

“Mmmppph!!” I called out to her in return, my pleas muffled by the gag strapped in my mouth. I wanted desperately to help Fatima, though I couldn’t free myself. I watched as she struggled on the screen. I could hear her whimpers and pleas. That’s when I noticed she wasn’t alone. There was someone else in the room with her.

I watched from my vulnerable position on the screen as Vivi slowly approached the foot of the bed where Fatima lay bound, stretching her wrist into a yellow rubber glove. Fatima protested into her gag as Vivi circled around the foot of the bed examining her as she slipped her hand into the other glove. Vivi unfastened the button on her corset blazer and opened it up exposing her perky breasts.

“I’m going to take your gag off,” she said. “You can try to scream if you’d like, but it would be a waste of your time. Nobody is going to hear you any way.”

Fatima nodded.

She leaned forward over Fatima hooking her finger around the leather strap as the rubber ball plopped out of Fatima’s mouth, hanging loosely around her neck.

“Vivi,” she said, gasping for air. “What are you doing? Untie me now.”

“I don’t think so,” Vivi responded dismissively.

“Please don’t hurt us!”

“Hurt you?” Vivi frowned. “I’m hurt,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Relax, babes, we don’t want to hurt you.”

Fatima sighed with relief. “What do you want with us then?” she asked.

“To play a little game.”

“What kind of game?” A look of concern swept over Fatima’s face.

“I think you’re going to like this.”


To be continued…

[Boundngagged75]

Part 3:
In the darkened silence of our respective rooms, each of our televisions mounted on the walls faded to darkness; then, their screens flickering to life with a cryptic message: “Welcome to the Escape Room. Your partner is your key to freedom. Communicate wisely.”

Vivi began to explain the rules: “The rooms are identical, stark and minimal, with only a single bed and your captor for company. Your partner will remain secured to their bed. The only way you can win your freedom is through the required input from both you and your partner. The catch: you can only communicate through the limited messages allowed by the game.”

“I- I don’t understand,” stammered Fatima.

“Ultimately,” continued Vivi in an overbearing tone, “the Escape Room is not just a test of intelligence and cooperation, but a profound exploration of trust and empathy under extreme pressure. Only by perfectly synchronizing your thoughts and actions, and by truly understanding the nuances of your partner’s mind, can you hope to unlock the final door to their freedom.”

“How? H-How?” stuttered Fatima. “How do we unlock the final door?

“By truly understanding the nuances of your partner’s mind,” Vivi repeated herself.

“How do we free ourselves?”

“Through orgasm.”

— — — —

I gagged as the man hooked his finger around the leather strap of the ballgag in my mouth, pulling the big red rubber ball from between my lips, letting it hang loosely around my neck.

“Do you understand the game?” he asked.

I had pieced it together in my head. The only way I can free Fatima, is to know the nuances of her mind. Unlocking the final door through orgasm. To free Fatima, I need to know what’s goes on in her mind- what she thinks about to make her cum. I nodded.

“Good,” he muttered with a nod.

— — — —

“Do you understand the rules?” Vivi asked.

Fatima nodded.

“Good!”

Fatima watched Vivi as she anxiously paced at the foot of the bed. Her eyes, deep and contemplative, followed Vivi’s every movement, reflecting a myriad of unspoken thoughts. The corners of her eyes tightened occasionally, hinting at the emotions stirring within—curiosity, perhaps even a touch of uncertainty.

“What’s with the rubber gloves?” she asked curiously.

“Visual stimulus. Sexual arousal.” Vivi placed her hand on the inside of Fatima’s thigh. Fatima squirmed in her bindings, pulling away from Vivi’s touch to no avail. As her hand slowly wandered up the inside of Fatima’s thighs, she continued. “Exhibitionism. Fetishism.”

“I get the picture,” said Fatima, annoyed and glaring at her captor.

“Then what do you say we get started?”

— — — —

“Let’s get started, shall we?” said my male captor, though it was less of a question and more of the commencement of the game. “The rules state that your partner will remain bound and gagged.”

“Why does she have to be gagged?” I interrupted. “Don’t the rules also state that we are to communicate wisely? How do we communicate if we are gagged?”

“Communicate through the limited messages allowed by the game,” he repeated the message from earlier for clarity. “So yes, you will both be gagged and bound.”

I didn’t respond. I watched as my captor, seemingly from out of nowhere, pulled out a legal pad and a pen. He annoyingly clicked the pen several times, preparing himself to start writing.

“So what are your stipulations?”

— — — —

Vivi diligently jotted several notes on a notepad that she balanced on her forearm. “That just about ought to do it,” she muttered under her breath and clicked the pen closed. She disappeared into the shadows of the corner of the room.

From her vulnerable position, Fatima heard the unmistakable sound of wheels creaking across the floor as Vivi returned into the light, dragging a steel cart behind her. She set down the pad of paper on top of the cart, placing the pen on top.

Fatima’s heart was beating through her chest as she looked over the contents atop the cart. Every available surface was occupied with Sensory deprivation toys - blindfolds and latex hoods. Gags - rubber ballgags of various sizes and colors; several rolls of tape to include silver duct tape, a roll of smooth grey PVC tape, and a wide roll of white microfoam tape. Impact toys - floggers, paddles, canes and whips. Bindings - ropes, handcuffs, bondage tape, spreaders, a yoke. Lastly, she eyed a magic wand vibrator, 12 inches long.

Vivi picked up the roll of microfoam tape from the cart.

“What’s that for?” Fatima grimaced.

“Oh I have to gag you, hun,” replied Vivi as she stretched out a long strip off of the roll.

“Wait. Why are you gagging me?” Fatima asked frantically.

“It is what the rules dictate and what your partner has requested,” replied Vivi.

“But wait!” she pleaded. “You said the keys to the game our communication and cooperation. How are we supposed to do that if we are gagged?”

“Communication through limited messages allowed by the game,” she interjected, “and the rules state that you are to be bound and gagged.” She tore the strip off from the roll, stretching it out in front of Fatima as she lay naked and bound, helpless on the bed.

Fatima shook and tilted her head, but inevitably, Vivi stretched the tape out over her mouth pressing it down firmly to her lips.

“Mmmppphh!” Fatima whimpered and winced as the sticky adhesive conformed to her lips. With her fingertips, Vivi smoothed the tape down over Fatima’s mouth until the contour of her lips became visible underneath the tape. “Mmm… Mmmpph.”

— — — —

“Mmppph…” I moaned softly, muffled underneath several layers of microfoam tape wrapped around my mouth - the first of many stipulations by Fatima. My shoulders began to ache from my arms being bound, so I shifted my body into a more comfortable position.

Fatima lay naked, bound and gagged, on the tv screen. My cock was slightly throbbing at the sight of her in this manner. She struggled slightly, tugging at the ropes, and moaned aloud into her gag.

“Ready?” called out the voice of my assailant as he stepped back beside the bed, tugging on the cuffs of his rubber gloves. He had momentarily left to what I assume was to switch lists with Vivi. By the short amount of time he was absent, I gathered they must be holding Fatima nearby.

“Mmmpph.” I nodded reluctantly, but anxious to escape our current situation. My eyes returned to the tv where I noticed a bound and gagged Fatima watching me, monitoring the conditions she laid out to win our freedom. I hoped I would do the same for her.

With my legs spread, tied to their respective corners of the bed, I felt the man’s rubber gloved hand slide up my inner thighs. He began to slowly massage my balls. The palm of his gloved hand felt slippery as he cupped my balls. I moaned softly into my gag as I could feel him spreading a handful of lubricant between my legs, caressing my balls in it, and sliding it up and down the shaft of my cock as I instantly grew hard.

“Mmmph! Mmpphh!” I whimpered, my moans muffled under the tape plastered over my mouth. My eyes closed tightly only for Fatima to reappear on the screen as I reopened them. I focused on her breasts, her tight bare pussy, and the gag on her mouth as the man’s hand slowly slid up and down the shaft of my cock.


To be continued…

[KidnappedCowboy]

Great chapters!

I love this game! I hope Fatima's partner (What's his name?) does not get overly stimulated!

[Boundngagged75]

Great chapters!

I love this game! I hope Fatima's partner (What's his name?) does not get overly stimulated!

@KidnappedCowboy thank you! I’m glad you’re enjoying it

We’re going to find out it’s the only way to win the game!

[Boundngagged75]

Part 4:
“Looks like the fun has already started,” said Vivi as she watched the observed the screen mounted to the wall at the foot of the bed that Fatima was bound to. Then, her eyes focused on the notepad she held in her hand as she began reading it over. “Ooh,” her eyes grew wide, “this should be interesting!”

“Mmmpph!” Fatima protested into her gag.

“Let’s get started too,” said Vivi as she tugged on the cuffs of her rubber gloves, her fingers dancing in the finger holes as she pulled them snug around her tiny hands.

I watched on the screen as Vivi began gently rubbing Fatima’s pussy with her fingertips. She slowly traced over the contour of her pussy as Fatima moaned softly. Fatima arched her back, flexing her hips as Vivi slipped a finger inside of her.

“Mmmppph!” she moaned aloud as Vivi slipped a second finger inside. Her eyes were tightly closed. I watched as she trembled slightly at Vivi’s touch.

With her other hand, Vivi lifted the long vibrator off of the tray beside the bed, placing it next to Fatima as she continued to buck her hips. Vivi grabbed a small coil of white cotton rope from the tray, letting it unravel towards the floor. Her fingers slipped out of Fatima’s tight pussy and she grabbed the vibrator, placing it to the inside of Fatima’s thigh. With her other hand, she began to pass the short length of rope under Fatima’s thigh, winding it around her leg to secure the vibrator to the inside of her leg.

There was a series of short buzzing sounds as the vibrator began alternating currents. Then, a long uninterrupted buzz as Vivi accelerated the vibrations, inserting the head into the groove of Fatima’s pussy.

“Mmmpph!” Fatima moaned aloud again. She pressed her lips together underneath the tape, whimpering, as she experienced a heightened sense of arousal.

— — — —

My cock was hard - the result of my captor’s slippery gloved hand sliding up and down it as it throbbed, and from seeing a bound and gagged Fatima sexually pleasured.

I moaned softly as he continued to stroke me. He alternated between rubbing my cock and rubbing my balls. I could feel his fingers slowly circling around beneath me, and anticipated he was planning anal stimulation.

“Mmmppph! I moaned aloud, muffled by my gag as he slipped a finger inside of me. He placed his other hand back on my cock, and slowly began stroking it as the anal fingering continued. His finger, in the lubricated rubber glove, slipped in with ease. My whole body began to tremble. I could feel my cock pulsing.
Kudos to Fatima for dreaming this up. I hoped, for the sake of both of our freedom, that she was equally aroused.

— — — —

Vivi had reappeared in the image on the screen. She was naked except for the yellow rubber gloves fitting snug around her hands, and a black harness strapped around her pelvis and between her thighs. Protruding from the harness was a long black latex penis-shaped dong.

Fatima had yet to notice, her eyes shut tight, strapped to the table as the vibrator continued to stimulate her clitoris.

“Mmm… Mmpphhh,” moaned Fatima euphorically into the tape pressed to her lips. Vivi placed a hand on her inner thigh. Her eyes opened to find Vivi leaning over her, also naked. She groaned into her gag as her eyes rolled back into her head.

Vivi began picking at the knots in the rope that fastened the long wand vibrator to the inside of Fatima’s leg. She had pulled the rope loose and removed the vibrator as Fatima’s heart thumped, her chest rising and falling, as she squealed uncontrollably into the tape plastered over her mouth.

The mattress squeaked and the steel frame rattled as Vivi climbed atop the bed, straddling over Fatima as she lay bound and gagged below. Fatima gasped as Vivi began to slowly tease her pussy with the head of the long latex dildo strapped onto her.

Vivi circled around the contour Fatima’s pussy several time, rolling her hips like an exotic dance. Fatima opened her thighs as Vivi slipped it into her tight wet pussy.

“Mmmmppphh!” Fatima groaned as the long latex shaft plunged into her. Vivi’s naked body collapsed atop her’s. She began to flex her hips, going deeper and deeper inside Fatima. Fatima grunted aloud, stifled by the tape that stung her lips.

Vivi propped herself up on top of Fatima, cupping her rubber gloved hands over Fatima’s breasts as she began to rub them in a circular motion. She thrusted her hips, pushing the latex dildo into Fatima continually.

“Mmm… Mmmpph!” Fatima screamed into her gag as Vivi collapsed on top of her again, their naked sweaty bodies entwined. Fatima bellowed a chorus of muffled screams and squeals as Vivi pushed deep inside her pussy. Vivi cupped her rubber gloved hand, clamping it over Fatima’s gagged mouth over the tape, further stifling her already muffled cries.

As Vivi pulled her in closely, fucking her mercilessly, Fatima’s eyes wandered over Vivi’s shoulder back to the television screen - where I was being tormented and teased in a different part of the house.

— — — —

My captor continued to tease me through stroking and anal stimulation. My cock was throbbing at his touch as his rubber gloved hands continuously wandered around my lower body.

The creaking of the broken down innerspring coils in the mattress were drowned out by my muffled moaning and grunting as I hardly noticed he had climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. The friction of the mattress, box spring and frame rubbing together produced a distracting squeak as he situated himself.

I felt as he grasped my cock with both hands, the palms of his rubber gloved hands enclosing around it as it stood fully hard. He slid his hands up and down my cock several times before letting go with one hand while continuing to stroke me with the other. He slipped the surgical mask covering his nose and mouth, concealing his identity, below his chin.

“Mmmppph!” I moaned aloud as I felt him take my cock into his hot wet mouth. I flexed my hips as his lips enclosed around it, taking me deep into his mouth. He placed his rubber gloved hand at the bottom of the shaft of my cock, slowly rubbing it while he cupped my balls.

“Mmmm.. Mmppph!” was all I could manage with the tape wrapped tightly around my mouth. My muffled pleas went ignored as I felt my cock pulsing, ready to explode in his mouth.

My eyes opened long enough to see Fatima on the television screen mounted on the wall above my feet. She was blanketed by Vivi’s naked body on top of her, still thrusting her hips into Fatima pushing the long latex dildo inside of her.

I could make out sweat beading across Fatima’s forehead. Tears were trailing out of her eyes. Her cheeks bulged under Vivi’s rubber gloved hand clamped over her mouth.

“Mmmpph! Mmpph! Mmmpph!” I grunted repeatedly. My cock was pulsing as my captor’s wet lips moved up and down the shaft. As he took me deep in his mouth, gently massaging my balls with one hand, I felt his rubber gloved fingertip slip back into my anus. I whimpered as the tingly feeling stimulating my body rocketed into a sudden burst of intense pleasure. I exploded on his mouth.

Fatima had secured her eventual freedom. These were the rules of the game.

— — — —

Fatima moaned aloud into the palm of Vivi’s rubber gloved hand clamped over her tape gagged mouth.

Vivi’s hand slipped away from Fatima’s mouth as she adjusted her position on top. With her hands cupping Fatima’s breasts, she arched her back flexing her hips as she rode Fatima from atop.

Below, Fatima bucked her hips. She tugged at the ropes, squealing into her gag.

The tingling sensation of blended orgasms slowly amassed to an eruption of ecstasy. A rush of euphoria radiated throughout her body. “Mmmmppph!” she screamed into her gag one last time as as a mix of sweat and her juices flowed down the insides of her thighs.

She quivered, panting whimpering into her gag. I, too, would be free according to the rules of the game.



To be continued…

[Boundngagged75]

Part 5:
The ordeal was over. Though I remained bound and gagged, naked on the bed, I sensed my captor was gathering his personal effects so that he and Vivi might make their escape.

My cock was half erect, still throbbing. My chest was rising and falling as the layers of tape wrapped around my mouth made it difficult to breathe. The cotton ropes that bound my hands had tightened themselves around my wrists during the torture, and now ached as the ropes sunk into my skin.

My captor, surgical mask back in place over his mouth and nose, placed a metal handheld item into the palm of my hand. From the handle, he extended out a flat retractable blade approximately one inch long. It was a box cutter.

“Congratulations,” he said as he enclosed my hand around it. “You’ll be able to free yourself with this.”

With that, he was gone. The image of Fatima on the television mounted to the wall had faded to blackness, and returned to life with a congratulatory message: “Congratulations on your victory and escaping the room! Your determination was impressive. Your exceptional creativity and resourcefulness were the keys to your success. By synchronizing your thoughts, you cracked the codes and found your way out. Well done!”

The rope that bound my wrist became tattered and frayed as I spent several frustrating moments trying to cut through it. I was elated when I cut through the last of the threads it was hanging on by, freeing one hand so that I could untie the other. With my hands and feet unbound, I began unwinding the several layers of tape wrapped around my head, gasping for air as I peeled the last of the tape away from my lips.

Bursting out one door and through another, I found a naked Fatima, bound and gagged on the bed. Underneath the tape stretched out over her mouth, she smiled.

— — — —

Though the ordeal was over, we felt compelled to bring our kidnappers to justice. The local authorities were skeptical of our story, and were reluctant to committing the resources and manpower into investigating our wild experience.

We hired a private investigator to gather evidence to corroborate our story.

Detective Jack Wheeler pulled up to the large estate, its stone statues guarding the entrance and manicured lawn exuding an air of normalcy. As he walked up the path, the soft crunch of gravel under his boots was the only sound in the otherwise quiet neighborhood.

The door was answered by an elderly couple, their smiles friendly but slightly guarded. Inside, the house was tastefully decorated, yet something felt off. Detective Wheeler’s sharp eyes noticed the absence of personal photographs, a curious omission in what was supposedly a family home.

“Can I help you?” asked the woman, warmly.

“Good afternoon. Vivian, I presume?” he asked, flashing his badge.

“Ohh, no, there’s no Vivian here,” she replied.

Detective Wheeler smiled, maintaining a neutral expression. “May I see some ID, just for verification purposes?”

The couple exchanged a brief, almost imperceptible glance. The woman went to fetch their IDs, and when she handed them over, Detective Wheeler scrutinized them closely. They seemed legitimate.

“My name is Detective Jack Wheeler. I am investigating a case involving a subject who may have occupied this residence at one time. Do you mind if I take a quick look around?” he asked casually.

“I assure you that nobody else has occupied this home in a long, long time. But of course, go ahead,” the man said, though his voice had a hint of unease.

“Strange,” he muttered, “you’re certain that a Vivian Wang has never resided here?”

“Sure as we can be. We have lived here over 30 years. Though, we are rarely home.”

As Detective Wheeler moved through the house, he noticed little things that didn’t add up. The closets were sparse, containing clothes that looked too new, as if they had never been worn. In the master bedroom, the bedside drawers were empty, save for a few generic items.

However, his search revealed a discarded piece of mail, tucked hastily behind a bookshelf. It was addressed to the elderly couple - the Johnsons - Sam and Darlene. Detective Wheeler’s heart raced as he pieced together the puzzle.

He returned to the living room, where the couple stood waiting, their smiles now strained. “Thank you for your cooperation,” he said, his tone professional. “I’ll be in touch if I need any more information.”

“Of course,” said the man.

“Oh! One last thing,” Detective Wheeler paused as he approached the front door to exit. “Would you mind sharing your whereabouts two weekends ago?”

“We were out of state,” declared Darlene Johnson. “Visiting Sam’s brother.”

“Hm..”

“Like Sam said; we are rarely home.”

Detective Wheeler’s suspicions now stemmed valid. The culprits, Vivian Wang and her accomplice had likely taken over the house, and the real owners were nowhere to be found.

As he left the house, Detective Wheeler’s mind raced with questions. Who were these imposters, and how did they know the Johnson’s would be leaving an empty house? He knew this case was far from over, and the answers lay hidden beneath the façade of this seemingly perfect home.



The End?

[Knotted]

This would make for a very exciting escape room...maybe I should schedule this for my gf and me

[Boundngagged75]

This would make for a very exciting escape room...maybe I should schedule this for my gf and me

@Knotted I could definitely go for being bound and gagged and being dependent on my partner’s ability to “win my freedom”

[Knotted]

@Boundngagged75, it seemed however there wasn't the question of "if" they ear the freedom, rather "when"...both of them seemed pretty happy with getting a bit of same sex action
A thought I can get behind

[Boundngagged75]

@Boundngagged75, it seemed however there wasn't the question of "if" they ear the freedom, rather "when"...both of them seemed pretty happy with getting a bit of same sex action
A thought I can get behind

@Knotted it definitely isn’t a bad way to earn their freedom