Stories of Tie Up Games

More hardcore than my usual, but a kind of fantasy of mine.

In the bustling heart of the city, where the pavements were as much a part of the concrete jungle as the towering skyscrapers, Jan hurried to work, her heels clicking a sharp rhythm against the pavement. At 36, Jan was the epitome of poise and confidence, her blonde hair swept back in a chic bun and her curvy figure accentuated by a tailored navy skirt suit. She was the picture of professionalism, the kind of woman who could make the most mundane of tasks seem like a dance of efficiency. As the manager of the local bank, she knew every face, every account, and every secret whispered in the hallowed halls of finance.

The bank's doors swung open, and Jan strode in, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the faint metallic tang of money in the air. She greeted her colleagues with a smile and a nod, her eyes scanning the room to ensure everything was in its place. It was a typical Tuesday morning, the kind where the only excitement was the occasional grumble about the slowness of the copier. But little did Jan know that her day was about to take a dramatic turn.

Three female figures clad in black burst into the bank, faces obscured by ski masks. The sudden intrusion sent a jolt of fear through Jan's body, and the customers froze like statues in a museum of panic. One of the robbers slammed the door shut with a loud bang, the sound echoing through the marble-floored lobby. They moved with a purposeful grace, each one wielding a gun with a confidence that spoke of experience. The sight of the weapons sent Jan's heart racing as she realized that this was no ordinary day.

"Everyone down on the floor!" the leader of the trio barked, her voice a low, dangerous growl that sent a shiver down Jan's spine. The customers and employees complied in a chaotic flurry, face down, their hands on the backs of their heads in surrender. Jan's breath grew shallow as she felt the cold, hard muzzle of a gun press against her neck. "Not you," the robber whispered in Jan's ear, her breath hot and acrid. "You're coming with us."

With surprising strength, the woman yanked Jan from the floor and shoved her into the manager's office, the door slammed shut with a resounding finality. The robbers' laughter seemed to fill the room, a taunting symphony of malicious intent. Jan's wrists were bound tightly behind her chair, the rope biting into her skin as she struggled against her restraints. Her pulse hammered in her ears, drowning out the muffled cries and whimpers from the lobby. The sound of the safe being cracked open was the only music to their sickening dance of crime as more gang members joined the robbers.

Her ankles were bound together, the rope tight and unyielding, forcing her legs into a painful, awkward position. She could feel the blood pooling, the tension in her muscles screaming for relief. Then, with a cruel twist of fate, her elbows were bound to the chair's back, the rope cutting into her flesh as they pulled it taut across her chest and stretched her shoulders back. The material of her blouse strained, the buttons popping open one by one, revealing the lacy cups of her bra. Her breaths grew shallower with every tug, her breasts swelling over the fabric, the weight of them feeling almost unbearable.

The robbers' eyes glinted with a sadistic glee as they stepped closer, their gloved hands reaching for Jan's heels. They tugged her shoes off, exposing her feet, making her feel strangely vulnerable in a way she had never felt before. With a sharp knife, one of them sliced through the nylon of her tights, the sound slicing through the silence like a serrated blade. Jan bit her lip, fighting back the tears as they exposed her bare skin.

The leader stepped closer, her eyes fixated on Jan's trembling body. She grabbed Jan's chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. "You're going to be our little entertainment," she sneered, her teeth gleaming under the fluorescent lights. "While we get what we came for." Jan's heart pounded in her chest as the woman's hand trailed down her neck, tracing the curve of her cleavage, and stopped at the edge of her torn blouse. With a rough jerk, she pulled the fabric of her bra down, exposing Jan's large breasts to the cold, sterile air of the office. Jan's nipples stiffened in fear, the anticipation of what was to come almost unbearable.

The robbers' eyes darted back and forth, a silent conversation passing between them. They shared a look that sent Jan's stomach plummeting to the floor. One of them, a tall, lithe brunette with piercing green eyes, approached Jan's desk. She picked up a letter opener, the silver glinting in the light as she twirled it between her fingers. The leader stepped aside, giving the brunette a clear path to Jan's bound form. Jan's eyes widened in horror as the brunette knelt before her, the cold steel of the letter opener brushing against her skin.

The brunette began to trace patterns along Jan's still nylon covered calf, the sharpness of the tool leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Jan's body tensed, her eyes squeezed shut as she braced herself for the pain. But it didn't come. Instead, the brunette's touch grew more featherlight, teasing and tickling her skin, moving closer and closer to Jan's exposed feet. Jan felt the heat rise in her cheeks, the sensation both terrifying and, to her shock, arousing. She had never been in a situation like this before, and her body's response was as confusing as it was unwelcome.

The brunette took Jan's right foot in her hand, her grip firm but not painful. Jan could feel the calluses on the robber's palm, a stark contrast to the soft leather of her own expensive pumps. The letter opener hovered just above Jan's big toe, the anticipation making her entire body quiver. Then, with a quick flick, the brunette used the tool to peel back the nylon up her legs, exposing Jan's bare, reddened flesh. Jan gasped, a mix of pain and something else she couldn't quite identify. The leader of the trio leaned in, her breath hot against Jan's cheek. "You're going to love this," she murmured, a hint of amusement in her voice.

The brunette's eyes narrowed as she focused on Jan's toes. With a sadistic smile, she inserted the letter opener between Jan's second and third toes, applying just enough pressure to make Jan's eyes water but not enough to break the skin. Jan's body arched in the chair, her breasts bouncing with the effort of trying to escape the confines of the bra. The other two robbers watched with a mix of curiosity and excitement, their breathing growing heavier as Jan's struggles grew more desperate.

"Let's see how much you can take," the brunette said, her voice a seductive purr. She began to squeeze Jan's toes, one by one, the letter opener acting as a tiny vice that threatened to crush them. Jan's whimpers grew louder, her eyes pleading for mercy that she knew wouldn't come. The leader leaned in closer, watching the scene unfold with a twisted sense of satisfaction. "Look at her," she said to the others. "So powerful in here, so helpless now."

The second robber, a redhead with a devilish smile, stepped forward and knelt beside Jan's chair. She reached out and pinched Jan's nipples, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger until Jan's breath hitched. "Such pretty little things," she murmured, her voice a stark contrast to the pain she was inflicting. "Let's see if we can't make them pretty and red, shall we?" Jan felt the blood rush to her cheeks, the embarrassment of her arousal mixing with the pain.

The redhead took out a small, cylindrical object from her pocket and Jan's eyes widened in horror as she realized it was a taser. She leaned closer, her hot breath on Jan's neck as she whispered, "This is going to be so much fun." With a flick of her thumb, the taser sprang to life, the electricity crackling in the air. Jan's body went rigid with fear as the redhead brought the taser closer to her nipples, the anticipation almost unbearable.

The first shock was like a bolt of lightning, a searing pain that shot through Jan's entire body, making her back arch and her toes curl. She screamed, the sound muffled by the duct tape now covering her mouth. The brunette chuckled, her grip on Jan's toe tightening. The leader nodded approvingly, her eyes gleaming as she watched Jan's body jerk in response to the electrical assault. The redhead didn't stop there; she administered shock after shock, moving the taser from one nipple to the other, leaving Jan's breasts a mass of pain and pleasure. The sensation was so intense that Jan could feel her panties growing wet, a betrayal of her own body that she despised but couldn't control.

The brunette's attention didn't waver from Jan's feet, the letter opener now digging into the soft flesh of Jan's arches. She applied just enough pressure to leave a red indent without breaking the skin. Jan's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans muffled by the tape as she tried to process the overwhelming sensations. The pain in her feet was a white-hot agony that seemed to pulse in time with her racing heart, but it was the torture of her nipples that had her teetering on the edge of something she didn't dare name.

The redhead took Jan's left foot in her hand, her gloved fingers cold against Jan's skin. She placed the taser against Jan's instep, the metal cool against the heat of Jan's flesh. Jan's eyes shot open, the fear clear in them as the redhead's thumb hovered over the button. The leader leaned in even closer, her breath hot and heavy on Jan's neck as she whispered, "This is just the beginning." Then, with a wicked grin, the redhead pressed the button.

The electricity from the taser surged through Jan's body, starting at her feet and traveling up her legs, making her entire body convulse. The pain was like nothing she had ever felt before, a fiery agony that seemed to consume her very being. Her muscles contracted, her toes curling and uncurling in a silent scream as the current danced across her sensitive soles. The brunette took advantage of Jan's distraction, using the letter opener to pinch her nipples, twisting and pulling them until Jan's muffled cries grew even louder.

Through the haze of pain, Jan heard the sound of a phone camera clicking away, the soft whir of video being recorded. She opened her eyes to find the third robber, a raven-haired beauty with a sadistic glint in her eye, filming the entire ordeal. The cold, unblinking lens stared back at her, a silent witness to her humiliation. The woman's smile grew wider as she zoomed in on Jan's face, capturing every twitch and tear, every expression of agony and arousal that played out across her features.

The sight of the camera added a new layer of terror to Jan's already overwhelming situation. The thought of her torture being recorded, potentially shared with the world, was almost too much to bear. She tried to thrash in the chair, to kick out at the woman, but the ropes held her firm, the chair's legs digging into the floor to keep it from moving. The leader saw the panic in Jan's eyes and leaned in closer, her own eyes gleaming with a newfound excitement. "You're going to be a star," she whispered, her breath hot and moist against Jan's ear.

The brunette took a step back, admiring her handiwork, the letter opener now stained with Jan's sweat. She wiped the tool on Jan's calf, leaving a darker smear on her shredded tan tights, before passing it to the redhead, who took it eagerly. The redhead stepped aside, the taser still in hand, and the raven-haired woman with the camera moved closer. Jan could feel the heat from the lens as the woman bent down to get a better angle, zooming in on her tear-streaked face. The brunette took Jan's other foot, her eyes narrowed with a focus that suggested she had done this before.

Without warning, she slammed the letter opener into Jan's heel, the metal sinking into her flesh with a sickening crunch. Jan's muffled scream filled the room, her eyes squeezed shut against the pain. The brunette leaned in, her voice a whisper, "You're going to be our little trophy, aren't you?" Jan's eyes snapped open, the pain momentarily forgotten as she stared at the woman in shock.

The raven-haired woman with the camera took a step back, the sadistic glee in her eyes replaced with something closer to admiration. She turned to the leader and spoke for the first time, her voice a raspy purr, "This one's a fighter." The leader's smile grew broader. "Yes, she is," she said, her voice filled with a dark amusement. "But she'll learn to break."

With swift, efficient movements, the robbers blindfolded Jan wrapping duct tape round her head, the sticky material clinging to her eyelashes and hair, and leaving a faint taste of chemicals on her tongue. They grabbed her by the arms, hoisting her out of the chair with an ease that belied their strength. Jan's legs felt like jelly, the pain in her feet and breasts leaving her barely able to stand. The brunette took her by the elbow, her grip firm and unyielding as she guided Jan through the bank. The sound of Jan's bare feet slapping against the cold marble was the only sound in the otherwise silent lobby.

The cool air outside was a shock after the stifling heat of the office, and Jan felt a moment of relief before the doors to a van slammed shut behind her. The interior smelled faintly of diesel and new plastic, and she was thrown into the back without ceremony. Her body landed with a thud, the ropes biting into her skin as she lay there, bound and helpless. The van's engine roared to life, the vibrations echoing through her body as they peeled away from the curb, the tires squealing in a symphony of escape.

Second instalment

The journey in the back of the van was unpleasant. Jan was thrown face down, resting on her throbbing nopales. She felt boots res on her back and was regularly kicked. On the metal,floor she was bounced for what felt like hours . The van stoped and she was pulled out by her legs then pulled up to her feet, made to hop barefoot over rough ground and thrown into the back of another vehicle. She felt various bags being thrown on top of her , and got kicked again before moving off to be bounced once more.

When Jan was pulled out of the second van, a hour later, she was in a daze. Her wrists and ankles were throbbed so tightly bound they were, and she was unable to stand without help. The ropes cut into her skin and her feet were numb. Two of the gang members grabbed her under the arms and dragged her into a cold, damp room that smelled faintly of mildew. A third began to cut her clothes, including her underwear, away with a pair of scissors. "You're going to be our guest for a while, sweetheart," one of them sneered, his voice low and malicious. "But don't worry, we'll take good care of you."

The ropes around Jan's wrists and ankles were cut, and she stumbled as she tried to regain her balance. The cold floor felt like a relief on her swollen feet. She was pushed onto a bed, still blindfolded and gagged with tape, and before she could react, her limbs were stretched out and tied to the four corners. Her arms were pulled taut, making her breasts rise up like ripe fruit begging to be picked. She felt a mix of fear and anger, but she knew better than to resist. The gang were too strong, too cruel. She needed to survive this.

Her legs were then pulled wide apart, and she felt a cold rush of air against her exposed sex. They lashed her ankles to the bed frame with a thick rope, tightening it until she was spread eagle and couldn't move. Jan's heart hammered in her chest, her breaths coming in quick, panicked gasps. She didn't know what they had planned for her, but she knew it wasn't going to be good. She thought of her friends, her family, her normal life which she realised she might never experience again. Her body was on fire from the pain, yet she felt a strange arousal building deep within her. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was excited by the idea of being used, being taken by these women.

Her struggles only served to make the ropes bite into her skin more deeply. She knew she had to save her strength, to somehow find a way to escape, but the adrenaline made it difficult to think clearly. The sound of the door slamming shut echoed in the room, and she was left in the cold, damp darkness. Jan shivered, feeling more vulnerable than she ever had in her life. The silence was deafening, and she strained her ears for any sound that might give her a clue as to what was happening outside her cell.

The muffled murmurs through the door grew louder, and soon she heard footsteps approaching. Her heart raced as she tried to still her breathing. The door creaked open and the smell of cigarette smoke filled the room. She felt a hand, rough and cold, trace a line up her tummy and chest, making her jump. A chuckle sounded from behind her, and the hand moved lower, cupping her left buttock before giving it a firm squeeze. "Looks like you're going to be a handful, aren't you?" a gruff female voice said, amusement lacing the words. “Still. You could still e an internet sensation.”

Jan screamed into her gag in horror. Her eyes would have been wide in shock if not taped shut. The hand moved away and she felt a weight settle onto the bed beside her. A moment later, she heard the sound of a camera shutter clicking away, the flash blinding even through the tape of her blindfold. The coldness of the room was a stark contrast to the heat building between her legs. Panic surged through her body as she kicked and thrashed against the ropes, trying to get away from the unseen invaders. The more she fought, the more the ropes bit into her skin, and the more her arousal grew. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't control her body's betrayal.

The door slammed again, and she was left alone once more. The echo of the laughter was like a taunt, bouncing around the room, and Jan was forced to listen to the sound of her own breathing and the dull throb of pain from her tightly bound wrists and ankles. She tried to focus on something other than her current situation, but her mind kept drifting back to the feel of the cold metal against her skin, the roughness of the ropes, and the cruel excitement of knowing that her suffering was being recorded for some twisted form of entertainment. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat despite the cold, and she felt the ropes cutting into her skin, leaving angry red marks. Her nipples and feet still throbbed from the torture she had endured at the bank. The pain from her wrists and ankles just added to her fear and despair.

A few moments later, she heard the door open again, and the sound of heavy boots approaching the bed. She braced herself for what was to come, her body tense and her breaths coming in shallow gasps. The weight of the person sitting on the edge of the bed was palpable, and Jan could feel their heat radiating onto her bare skin. The person leaned closer, and she felt hot breath against her neck. "You make a very cute hostage. We're going to have a lot of fun together." Said the female voice in a deep, seductive purr. Jan's stomach twisted into knots, a mix of fear and something else she didn't dare to acknowledge.

The woman's hand began to explore Jan's body, moving from her hip to her thigh, then up to her waist. Jan flinched, but the woman's touch was surprisingly gentle, almost tender. She felt the woman’s hands on her left breast, then suddenly pain shot through her body as her nipple was pinched and the fingernails dug in deep. The woman leaned in closer, her breath hot against Jan's ear. "You're going to be our little plaything until we get what we want, understand?" Jan nodded frantically, her breaths coming in quick, painful gasps.

“We’ll return you once we have the money, by I can’t say unharmed. And if we don’t get the money, we’ll there’s lots of men, and a few women, who will pay to watch you struggling here.”

The woman's voice was cold and calculated, sending chills down Jan’s spine. The woman’s hand traveled down to Jan’s right thigh, then hand slid between her legs and cupped her sex, making Jan's body react in ways she didn’t want to admit. She tried to scream again, but the gag muffled the sound into a low moan of protest. The woman chuckled, her hand moving in slow circles, the pressure increasing until Jan's hips began to move in response. She felt a finger probe her wetness, and she couldn’t help but react.

"Mmm, seems like you're already enjoying this," the woman whispered, her tone one of mock surprise. Jan's cheeks burned with embarrassment and anger. She didn’t want to be a source of entertainment for these monsters, but her body was responding to the unwanted touch. She felt another hand, this one much rougher, grab her hair and pull her head back.

“You know, all hostages get tortured at some point.” Said the second voice. “ Physical or mental. Sometimes it’s to extract information, sometimes to encourage people to pay the ransom, or to increase the ransom. But it your case, it’s just because I’m a bad girl who wants to see you squirm.”

The woman’s fingers continued to explore Jan’s sex, sliding in and out of her wetness with a teasing rhythm. Jan’s body was betraying her, responding despite the fear and anger. The second voice spoke up again, this one male, sounding young and eager. "What do you think, Jan? You gonna be a good little slut and help us get that money?" And a hand slapped her hard across her right breast.

The sting from the slap sent a shock through Jan’s body, making her arch up against the ropes. She felt a mix of pain and pleasure, and the woman’s touch grew bolder, a second finger joining the first. Jan’s mind was racing, trying to find a way to escape, but her body was lost to the sensations. She felt the woman’s weight shift on the bed and then her mouth was on her left nipple, biting down hard. She gasped, the pain intense, but it only served to heighten her arousal.

I liked the direction you took with this one. Nothing wrong with hardcore when it's done right. You did it right.