Stories of Tie Up Games

--- CHAPTER 1 ---


“RED DRESS.”

That’s all the text message says. My heart pounds as the reality of what I’m about to do really starts to hit me. I didn’t mean to get involved with this sort of thing, but times are tough and here I am. Working for a rather shady organization of people who do slightly unsavory things to make a living. Well, you have to pay rent somehow. That will be on my headstone if I don't do this correctly and make it out of here.

My mouth dries and my hands sweat as I stand at my hotel room doorway looking down the hallway, waiting for the *ding* of the elevator, and then for a woman in a red dress to exit. I turn to double check my hotel room and everything appears to be exactly where it was 20 seconds ago, the last time I checked. The desk chair is centered in the room with its back to the door. The half dozen 10-foot lengths of white rope is laying neatly on the bed. Two plain, long silk scarves, one black and one white, are folded neatly next to the rope. And next to them, one black and white patterned handkerchief sitting on top of the ransom sign.

$1 MILLION OR SHE DIES
12 HOURS OR SHE DIES
555-945-9931
CALL WHEN READY
NO COPS OR SHE DIES

“Straight to the point,” I think as my head turns back towards the hotel hallway.

*DING* and then the sound of the elevator door sliding open. I wait just long enough to glimpse the red dress exiting the elevator before pulling my head back. My heart is beating out of my chest now as I wait, thinking about my moves, hoping that my 5’4” frame will be strong enough to pull inside whomever appears in front of the door momentarily. My hands are shaking as I untwist the cap of the bottle of chloroform.

“I should have done this earlier…” I think to myself. I pour the agent on to a white washcloth from the bathroom. The fumes are powerful and for a moment, I feel lightheaded myself. I close my eyes for a few moments, holding the toxic rag away from me and placing the bottle and its dangerous contents on the ground. I squat down and lean up against the wall, pressing my eyes tight, willing the dizziness to pass.

I open my eyes, unsure of how much time has passed and begin to panic.

“CRAP! Did I miss her?!” I think to myself. “Fuck. FUCK. FUCK!!” I begin to think of all the terrible things that might be done to me if I’ve screwed this up. “Should I peak around the corner of my door frame again? Has she walked by?”

And then suddenly, there she is. A red flash walking by my door, her brunette hair bouncing ever-so-softly with her graceful footsteps. The dress hugs her body well. Her curves showing off just the right amount and the smell of her perfume wafts into my face. She must see my open door and myself standing there out of the corner of her eye, because she turns her head to the left just as I reach out and grab at her wrist. She doesn’t have time to react. She is heavier, or stronger – or both - than I expected, but I pull her in towards me and release her wrist, wrapping the same arm around her body, trapping her left arm and grabbing at her right. I bring my right hand to her face and press the wet rag to her mouth and nose. She barely makes a whimper of protest before the strong fumes work their magic and she fall limply into my arms. Her weight takes me down to the floor underneath her. She lays on top of me as I toss the rag to the side and pull myself from under her now sleeping body.

“Holy shit I did it!” I think. "I'm pretty good at this if that was the hard part!"

I grab her by the wrists and pull her inside my room, letting the door close itself, which it completes with a loud ‘click’ of the lock. Her purse drags alongside her as I pull her over to the chair and leave her laying on the ground for a moment. I open it and take out her wallet. I read the name on the driver’s license.

“So sorry, Melanie Franklin from Phoenix…you were born to the wrong parents,” I say to her unconscious body.

I lift her up onto the chair, sweating now from moving her dead weight. Her head is slumped over and her hair covers her face. I get to work, first tying her wrists to each of the chair arms. I slide her up, even and straight, onto the chair. I tie each of her ankles to the front of the chair legs, admiring her Louboutin high heels and thinking that maybe I’ll take them for myself after we’re done here. Her feet look about the same size as mine and I’m sure daddy will buy her a new pair to make up for the trauma.

I wrap the remaining two ropes around her torso to keep her upright in the chair, nice and tight. One is around her stomach and the other just under her voluptuous breasts. I begin to get a little jealous as I think of my own smaller boobs. I was less endowed but at least I’ve been able to, mostly, put myself through life, unlike this spoiled brat.

Melanie begins to stir, moaning slightly. I take white scarf and gently pull it over her eyes and then tightly behind her head, knotting it twice.

“Hey….wha…..what…..what is….”

“Shhhh sweety, don’t worry, it’ll be over soon,” I whisper to her as I take the other scarf and the handkerchief from the bed. She’s lifted her head now, trying to look around but unable to comprehend fully what is happening.

“I don’t…I don't know...what....” was the next line from her mouth before I pushed black and white handkerchief into her mouth. She offered just a soft mumble of protest as I tightly pressed the white scarf into the kerchief, some of her lipstick smearing onto the cotton, which in turn pressed against Melanie’s tongue. I pulled the scarf around her head and double knotted it, just like the blindfold. Now, time to finish up my part. I placed the ransom sign so that it was resting on her thighs and was fully visible up against her body. I step back as Melanie begins to stir awake more and more and begins to fight against the roped and mumble into the gag. I take the picture with my phone. Her whole body, bound, blindfolded, and gagged, is visible with the sign clearly legible.

I send the picture to the nameless number through my burner and wait. Melanie begins to grunt louder, mmphhing into the gag, and fight against the ropes. Good thing I tied them tight enough; she isn’t going anywhere.

A few seconds later the phone vibrates and I’m expecting a “well done” text. But what I read makes my adrenaline spike in panic and my heart sink.

“Who the fuck is that? The target is still in the lobby bar…”

Ohhhhh, fuck…

Awesome twist there at the end. Really liked this story

Aah. Slight problem here! Great idea, b.t.w.

--- CHAPTER 2 ---


“Get rid of her.”

The next text message comes in, quickly.

“What, how?” I respond in lightning speed.

“How do you think? Kill her.”

I don't have anything to say back. 'I’m not a killer, what the fuck,' I think to myself. I begin to really panic. I walk around the room, pacing back and forth, breathing, breathing…

'Okay, okay…you got this…' I say to myself.

Meanwhile, Melanie continued to “MMPPHH!” and push and pull on the ropes.

I think. And then I think some more. And some more.

“Confirm. NOW.” Comes a new text message.

“Done,” I send back.

“Okay," I say out loud, "Melanie…” At hearing her name she becomes quiet. “I’m going to level with you and just be honest, okay?”

She waits for a moment and then nods her head, slowly.

“I work for some people who, in a nutshell, are bad people. I was meant to kidnap a woman in a red dress and hold her for ransom…”

“Melanie’s head drops in disbelief, and I can read her eyes, even thought they are behind a blindfold. The thoughts going through her mind right now…

“Yes, I know, I fucked up. It’s my first time, okay? And you’re wearing this red dress…so…not entirely my fault!” I snapped.

She sits there, unmoving, shaking her head side to side in a motion that I’ve made many times before. The one that reads, 'You fucking idiot…how could you possibly have screwed this one up…'

“So here’s the deal. I still need to kidnap the right person, but they want me to kill you, which I can’t do…okay, I’m not a murderer..”

“Mmmphh mmph hmm mmpph!” She ‘says’ through her gag, which I’m pretty sure means, “Well, that’s a relief…”

“So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to tie you up and leave you in the closet in this room until everything is done and over with, and then I’ll let you go, okay?”

She sighs and slowly nods her head.

“Great…just…please don’t fight me here or I’ll have to chloroform you again, okay?”

“MMPPH!” she says, shaking her head.

“Right, you don’t want that so please just…let me do this, okay?”

“Hmm-Hmm” She says, nodding her head.

“Thank you…”

I did have an emergency roll of duct tape in my bag but wasn’t sure if I should use that on Melanie or not. I decide it would be easier to duct tape the right person to the chair and keep Melanie in ropes.

I untie her ankles, one by one, before retying them together. The white rope contrasting nicely against her black, sheer pantyhose. I undo the ropes around her torso and toss them to the bed. I untie her left wrist, and then carefully untie her right wrist. Melanie didn’t try to get lose, she just rubs her wrists, one at a time.

“Thank you…” I say, but get no response from her. “Now, lean forward, please.”

She did as I asked and I pull her hands behind her, and bind her wrists with one of the rope. I pull her to her feet, planning to hop her to the closet.

“Wait, sit down,” I say again.

“Mmmph!” came a soft reply.

“Trust me.”

Another soft, “Mmmph.”

I lean over and slip her high heels off. Her feet kick and she grunts sharply into the gag.

“I don’t want these to get ruined,” I offer her, and she calms down and nods her head. I place them between the bed and the wall separating the bathroom.

“Okay, up again,” I say, grabbing her arms and lifting her up. “Now, hop with me, I’ll guide you.”

Melanie began to take small hops, her large breasts bouncing in her dress with each small jump. I can't help but admire them and begin to feel myself getting a little excited, a little warm where I shouldn’t be.

“Good, keep going…almost there, a few more…” I say, holding her arms to keep her upright as she hops toward the closet. I hold her in place and open the door. The closet Is bigger than I expect. It's both much wider and much deeper.

“Okay, turn and slowly sit down to the ground,” I instruct.

Melanie does as she is told. I move behind her and hook my hands under her arms. I slowly begin to slide Melanie across the carpeted floor and into the closet. Back, back, probably long enough for her to lie down. I step in front of her and gently grab her by the waist, my hands around her soft handles and my face directly in front of her blindfolded eyes and gagged mouth. I can't help but to take in and absorb her scent. It is truly intoxicating and for a moment I forget what my purpose is. I push and slide her back up against the wall of the closet before whispering, “You smell amazing…”

Her lips try to curl through the gag. I move my face closer to hers so that I can feel her heat, and I’m sure she can feel mine. She “mmpph”ed and moved her head closer to me so that nose is close to my neck. My warmth down there is slowly turning to moisture and wetness.

I stand up in the closet and back out.

“Just keep quiet, okay?” I tell her. She nods her head again as I take one last look at her beautiful bound body and close the door.

Interesting. He's trying to do the decent thing, against the orders of his 'boss's' and not harm Melanie. But he's developing feelings for her at the same time. How will this pan-out? You've sure got my interest here, that's for sure.

--- CHAPTER 3 ---

"COMING UP NOW. DON'T FUCK THIS UP."

The new text message comes through just as I shut the closet door and leave Melanie Franklin from Phoenix in the darkness, her soft whimper drowned out by the thick, wooden door. I check my phone and take a deep breath.

"Okay," I say out loud, giving myself a mini pep talk. "Here we go. Again."

Moments later it is deja vu. I'm standing at my door, peaking down the long hallway when the elevator dings and my new target, my real target exits. Not wearing a red dress, but a red skirt with a white sleeveless blouse and black flats.

'Are these guys fucking stupid?' I think to myself, with a real eye roll. 'I guess they're gangsters, not fashionistas. Although, you don't really need to be a fashionista to know the difference betw....'

I catch my own thoughts wondering, possibly an unconscious way for my mind to distract me from the task at hand, one in which I'm still very nervous about. I hope it goes as smoothly as the first abduction. At a quick glance, this one seems quite a bit smaller than Melanie. Much shorter, maybe 5'1" and, I don't know, 115 pounds perhaps? Still very attractive but a little less *stunning*. Well, she is being kidnapped for her parents' bank accounts not her own looks, but still...very cute, indeed.

'STOP!' I yell at myself in my own mind.

Before I know it, the woman in the red skirt is walking by my open door at a quick pace. She is staring down at her phone, holding it with both hands and typing with her thumbs. Her clutch is between several fingers of one hand. She is so enthralled with her messages that she doesn't even notice me stepping out. I'm a split second later than I was for Melanie but her texting is the distraction that I needed to catch up. The wash cloth is over her mouth an nose. Her hands are both wrapped around my forearm. She tries to look up and backwards at me, her blonde hair pressing into my face. Her phone falls to the floor, making a few quick muted thuds on the carpet of the hallway. She goes limp in my arms. I pull her backwards into my room, her feet dragging on the hallway floor. One of her flats comes off and rests near her phone. I lay her down gently in my room and step into the hallway to retrieve her phone and her shoe. Just in the nick of time, too, as my door closes and I hear the door across the hallway open, then shut, then a man clearing his throat.

"Hey, I'm on my way down, now. Yep. Yep. Yes. See ya in a second..." He says into his phone.

"That was close..." I say out loud to myself.

I grab the new girl's wrists and drag her to the chair, lifting her up from the ground and gently placing her in the seat. I grab the emergency roll of duct tape from my bag and start to wrap. Her wrists to each arms of the chair and her ankles to each left of the chair. Her torso to the back of the chair, just as I did with Melanie. But now...shit. I don't have a blindfold or a gag. I look around and room and think...hmm. Towels in the bathroom, pillowcases....there's not much else I can use so I decide on the pillowcases. I remove a pillow from the case and flatten it. I fold it over several times until it is a thick strip of cloth. I tie a knot in the middle of the case and bring it to the new girl's mouth. I tilt her head back and she softly moans.

Great, she is starting to wake up. I pull open her jaw and push the knotted pillow case in between her teeth and wrap the rest of it around her head, trapping her blonde hair to her head and neck, before tying it off behind her. I take another pillow case from a pillow and quickly do the same thing, flatten it and fold it over several times minus one.

"Mmmmmmm" comes a soft moan from the new girl. Her head is swaying back and forth as she regain consciousness. Better hurry!

I bring the slightly wider pillow case to the new girl and press it over her eyes, covering part of her nose, as well, and wrap it behind her head, as well.

She's becoming more awake by the second and is now trying to move. She's starting to push and pull on the duct tape and starts to moan louder and louder as her situation hits her.

"Mmmmm...mmmppphhhh....MMPPHH!" Her head shakes from side to side. She rocks the chair. Her legs are pulling on the duct tape of her ankles. Her shoeless foot flails. Maybe I need more duct tape....

I place the ransom sign on her skirt and lean it up against her torso. I quickly take the picture and send it to the men downstairs.

"Shhh...." I say, placing my hand on her leg and tapping it, gently. "It's just about money and it will be over soon enough, I promise."

The sound of female voice seems to calm her significantly. Now that she knows this is about money and not for some more, nefarious, purpose.

I reach down and pick up her purse, opening it to search for some ID. I find two singles of Grey Goose vodka, a fairly thick money clip with cash and credit cards but no ID, and a small white bag of powder. There's also a tampon, a set of keys, a hotel room key, some chapstick, lipstick, a few hair ties, and a set of earrings.

"No ID, huh?" I ask her and she "Mmmpphh" into the pillow case gag, leaning her head forward. "MMMPPHPH!!"

My phone vibrates.

"Well done. Pic sent to father. Secure tighter and prepare for transport."

'What, transport?!?!' I think to myself. 'I thought we were just keeping her here in the hotel until her father paid....in the same hotel that she was staying in. On the same floor. Just down the hallway. You have a lot to learn about crime....'

I pick up my washcloth and chloroform, dousing it again to knock out the new girl.

"Sorry sweety, I have to knock you out again..."

"MMMPPPHH!!! MMPPPHHHHH!!!!" She protests forcefully into the gag. I quickly pull the knot from her mouth and before she is able to scream, I press the cloth to her mouth and nose again. Moments later, the new girl is limp in the chair again. I place the cloth on the ground and get to work, pressing the knotted pillowcase back into her mouth, peeling the duct tape from her wrists and ankles, and untaping her from the chair.

I pull the new girl to the bed and lay her flat on her stomach. I tape her wrists behind her back and tape her ankles together. For extra security, I take her thighs together, wrapping the sticky gray tape several times around the new girl's legs just above the bottom of her red skirt. I take her arms to her body, wrapping the tape several times around her torso. A few times above her smaller boobs and a few times below. For the final touch, I take one of the ropes leftover from Melanie Franklin from Phoenix and put the new girl into a hogtie.

'Okay, now what?' I think to myself. I sit and wait, taking out my own phone and begin to mess around, playing silly games and checking Instagram.

I walk to the closet and open it, shedding light onto Melanie. She whimpers into her gag and I walk in, bending down and placing my hand on her thigh.

"You doing okay in here?" I ask.

"Mmmhmm" she says, nodding her head. She smells so amazing. It is a combination of mild fruitiness and floral.

"Okay, good," I say, smiling, and drawing my finger up her thigh a little bit and then dragging my nail down toward her knee.

She shivers and moans into the gag.

"I wonder, maybe, if I should hang on to you for a little while longer after my business is done here...what would you think about that?"

Melanie smiles through her gag, as much as she can, and shrugs her shoulders in a flirtatious way. She seems to, maybe, be enjoying being a bound and gagged damsel.

"We'll see," I say. "Just have to wait it out a little bit longer and then...we'll see..." I tease.

I get up and back out of the room. I close the door gently and turn.

FUCK.

Two men are standing there in front of me, both wearing black ski masks. One is wearing blue jeans and a black leather jacket over a black t-shirt. The other is wearing just a gray t-shirt with black jeans and white tennis shoes. He's very, very strong looking.

"So, you lied to me..." the smaller man with the leather jacket says.

The new girl is now awake and squirming on the bed, mmpphhing into her gag, wiggling around next to a large suitcase that the men have brought up to the room, clearly intended to transport their payday to another location. I hardly have time to really react to much more when I see the cloth, my cloth, soaked with chloroform, raise in front of my face and pressed to my own mouth and nose.

"Nooommphh! Plmmphh!" I beg as I raise my hands to a defensive position, but it is too late. I start to see stars. "Mmmph! Mmmph....mmmm...mmmm." I please grow weaker as my vision dims and the light of the room fades out. The last things I remember is beginning to collapse and fall forward...blackness engulfing me and sleep taking me.

Interesting twist. He seems to be in a whole heap of trouble now. And, just where does this new development leave Melanie?

@LunaDog She not He but however you'd like to read the story, I guess

SilverLinings wrote: 3 weeks ago @LunaDog She not He but however you'd like to read the story, I guess

Yes, i should have paid more attention, you correctly labelled this story as F/F. Sorry about that. It was fun to read though!

Very Nice and Awesome Interesting story

--- CHAPTER 4 ---

"You lied to me...." I hear a deep voice say, quite echoey. The sound lingers as if throwing a rock down a old well.

"Wha...what...?" I try to say.

"You didn't kill her. You lied to me," says the deep voice, the sound becoming clearer.

"What...no...I...what....I...but.....no.....I....." I try to stammer out. But my words don't match my thoughts.

I try to bring my hand to my face but I can't. I can barely move at all. I feel so weak, what's wrong with me? I open my eyes but all I see is big blur. I blink, and blink again. Nothing. I feel like I'm even blinking at half speed. What the fuck?

"I told you to kill her and you said you would. You said you did. This is not good, not good at all," the voice says again.

I blink some more. I try to clear my eyes, my brain. I feel like I'm thinking so slow, processing things so slow; it doesn't make sense. What is going on?

"What...what is happening to me?" I ask. But I can't even speak properly. I just hear a bunch of muffled nonsense, like my tongue isn't working. It feels like its a thousand times than it should normally be, pressing against my cheeks. And so dry. So so dry. Why is my mouth so dry?

My vision begins to finally clear up. I still can't feel my face or move my arms. What the fuck is going on? I'm staring straight up at a ceiling.

"And I don't do such things. I hire others to do it. I hired you to do it. This was your chance..." the voice continues.

Finally, I am able to summon the incredible strength to lift my head. And then the dam breaks and it all comes flooding back to me. My mind clears and I look left and then right, around the room and down at my own body.

"MMMPPHPHPH!!" I scream into my thickly packed mouth. With what I see and what I taste, I already know what's happened. I can see my feet and bare legs, but luckily I''m still wearing my black panties. My upper body, however, is bare. I'm gagged, undoubtedly with my own white ankle socks, based on the sour taste. Duct tape is wrapped around my head tightly. It pulls on my hair and hurts every time I move my head. My arms are taped to the corners of the bed somehow, and my legs are spread apart.

"MMMPPPHHHH MPPPHHHH!!! " I scream, but barely a sound comes out. In front of me is Melanie Franklin from Phoenix. She is bound and gagged to the chair, just as I had originally placed her, but now she is completely naked except for her own black underwear. Her blindfold has been removed and she is staring right at me, fear in her eyes and lips moving against the scarf still cleaving her mouth, trying to speak. She squirms in the chair as I helplessly stare at her perfect body.

To the side, the larger, beefier guy pulls up the handle of the large suitcase and begins to roll it towards the door. I see the suitcase gently swaying back and forth. The new girl fills the entire case and her desperate attempts to escape her situation rock the container.

"We will spare you lives, but you will not be paid for this job. If we ever sense a threat to our operation," the man says and turns towards me, holding up a phone. "Your sister will be the one to pay the price, not you." The phone shows a smiling picture of my twin sister in a bikini on the beach from her recent vacation to Thailand. The man tells me her address.

"MMMPPPHH!!!" I scream at him.

"That's it," the man says as he gets up from the bed and follows his partner to the door. I guess my career as a criminal has come to a crashing halt just now. The door closes with a click and the room is silent. I stare at Melanie Franklin from Phoenix, and she stares back at me. I have so many feelings in this moment: fear, anxiety, relief, and...embarrassingly enough, arousal.

Interesting situation here. Our 'master ( or should that be mistress ) criminal' is now left bound up and alone with a totally innocent woman, one she was ordered to kill but couldn't, and now developing feelings towards her. What will happen now between them, if they can escape their present bondage?