|by Van ©2021
her eyes. It was morning. The sun was shining
brightly through the open drapes of the east-facing windows
and... something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.
The mistress of the house blinked her green eyes, tried to throw
back the covers so she could get out of bed—and only then
realized that there were no covers, and she was tied
up—"Mrrrmpfh!"—and gagged! She was also naked!
Noreen twisted and squirmed and rolled and realized she was very
tied up indeed!
Also, although given the circumstances it was a minor point, the
covers were, indeed, missing. The bed had been stripped,
leaving only the bottom sheet. The pillows, top sheet,
light blanket, and bedspread were nowhere to be seen. Why
Noreen was even noticing such a trivial thing as missing bed
linen she had no idea.
As for the details of Noreen's bonds, tight bands of thin,
twisted, natural-fiber rope encircled and crisscrossed her body
every few inches from her shoulders to her big toes! Her
arms had been folded behind her back, her forearms raised, and
her wrists, thumbs, and hands lashed together, palm-to-palm,
between her shoulder blades with her fingertips just below the
nape of her neck! Additional ropes pinned her upper arms
and forearms to her torso, passed above, below, and between her
breasts—encircled her waist and dove between her legs, cleaving
her crotch—then continued down her legs, encircling her mid
thighs, her lower thighs, just above her knees and just below
her knees, her calves and shins, ankles, feet, and the
aforementioned big toes. And all the ropes were tightly
cinched, between her arms and torso and between her
legs. Also, a diamond-shaped pattern of single strands
traveled the length of her body, from shoulders to toes, linking
all of her bonds together. And all the ropes were tight
enough to dimple her flesh.
Noreen continued struggling and squirming, and discovered that
her bonds acted as an integrated whole. That is, if her
efforts created a little transitory slack at one location, it
came at the cost of increased pressure somewhere else. Her
bound fingers brushed against the twisted strands, but
encountered nothing she could diagnose as a knot. And
oh-by-the-way, the ropes cleaving her crotch were knotted, and those
knots she could definitely diagnose. They
rubbed against some of her most sensitive nerve endings
whenever she tried to move.
As for the gag, something soft, pliable, and substantial had
been stuffed in her mouth. A sponge? Maybe.
horizontal bands of some kind of tape encircled her head,
covering her lower face from her nose to her chin. Almost
all of her tousled hair was free of the tape, and her ginger
curls fluttered and shook as she struggled and tossed her
head. Whatever the materials employed by her unknown
captor, it was a truly effective gag.
There were two final details. A single strand of rope
traveled from her big toes down to the foot of the bed, then was
tied to the lower bed frame in some manner. This became
manifestly obvious when she tried lifting her bound legs.
A second strand traveled from the ropes at the nape of her neck,
up to the headboard, then down to the floor where it was also
tied off. She could feel its tug when she tried moving her
upper body. There was enough slack to allow a little
rolling around on the mattress, but Noreen was tethered.
She was on the bed to stay, until she was released. And
wiggling her way out of her elaborate bonds on her own would be
Noreen suppressed the rising tide of panic threatening to engulf
her mind and willed herself to lie still. Further
struggling would be as useless as it would be painful. She
lifted her gagged-head, shook the red curls from her face, and
gazed down her nude body, examining her bonds with as much
objectivity as she could muster. Noreen knew nothing about
the practice of rope bondage, other than it was something of a
minor art form in Japan. She'd attended a Kinbaku exhibition
at a Soho gallery a few years ago, and her current bonds were
similar. The pattern of the ropes was elaborate,
symmetrical, and... dare she even think it... elegant. If
this was a simple kidnapping, would the perpetrator have gone to
all this trouble? And why was she still here, in her
cottage bedroom? Why hadn't she woken up in the back of
the proverbial windowless van, rolling down the highway on her
way to her kidnappers' hideout?
And what about Caitlyn, Erika, and Crystal? Had they also
Noreen squirmed in her bonds in frustration and distress.
What the hell is happening?
about Caitlyn, Erika, and Crystal? All three had
opened their eyes to find themselves naked, bound, and gagged in
their respective bedrooms. Like Noreen, their beds had
been stripped, leaving only the bottom sheets.
Caitlyn was hogtied and lying on her stomach with her gagged
face facing the foot of the bed. And it was a very
tight hogtie! Her wrists were lashed to her ankles,
her elbows and knees tied together, her calves lashed to her
thighs, and her arms to her torso. And all her bonds were
cinched and linked into a unified web by a tight, diagonal,
crisscrossed network of taut strands. A knotted
crotch-rope cleaved her labia and butt-cheeks and was linked to
her wrist/ankle bonds. Finally, her ginger hair had been
braided, folded back on itself, then tied to her big-toes by a
single, punishingly taut strand of hemp cord that lifted her
chin and greatly restricted her ability to move her head!
Caitlyn squirmed, wiggled, rocked on the mattress, and fought
her bonds without effect, other than to cause herself
Erika was in a stringent ball-tie. Her arms were folded
behind her back and her forearms lashed together from wrist to
her elbow in a tight box-tie. Neat, well-cinched bands of
rope crushed her breasts against her knees and her thighs
against her flat stomach. Her big-toes, feet, and ankles
were lashed together and linked to her crotch-rope, stretching
her feet in a permanent on pointe position. A network of
lateral and diagonal strands encircled her entire body and was
hitched and cinched through her other bonds, further ensuring
she would remain in a compact bundle. All the ropes were
tight enough to dimple her peachy-pink skin. Trapped on
her left side, Erika's only options were to flutter her fingers,
attempt to writhe and squirm her body as best she could, and
toss her gagged head in a vain attempt to free her face from
errant strands of her tousled ginger hair. Rolling up onto
her knees or all the way over onto her right side was patently
Crystal found herself in a stringent shrimp-tie (not that
Crystal was familiar with bondage terminology, of course).
Her legs were folded in the lotus position, with each thigh
lashed to its respective lower-leg, and her crossed ankles were
tied together. Her arms, wrists, hands, thumbs, and
fingers were bound in a reverse-prayer box-tie (like Noreen, her
beloved employer), and a knotted crotch-rope cleaved her labia
and butt. Finally, taut ropes linked her ankle and leg
bonds to her box-tie bonds, forcing her to bend forward at the
waist in a severe crunch. Finally, Crystal was trapped on
her back like a turtle. She could roll to either side,
until one of her knees touched the mattress, but heaving herself
onto her side or all the way over onto her knees and face was as
impossible as it would be pointless and unpleasant.
As the minutes passed and slowly turned into an hour... all four
captives squirmed, struggled, and mewled through their stringent
gags. They made zero progress escaping their
elaborate and inexplicable bondage.
Time continued to pass, and answers were still not
guess was that she'd been naked, bound, gagged, and squirming on
her bed for at least three hours. Other than her own
gagged mewling, she could hear no noise coming from anywhere in
the cottage. She could hear no extraneous noise at all...
other the faint, distant surf and the plaintive cry of the
occasional seagull. For all she knew, she was completely
alone in the cottage... naked, bound, and gagged. Where
were her daughters? Where was Crystal? Where was
whoever had done this to her? She continued squirming and
groping for knots... without success. It remained obvious
that she was not going to free herself.
Suddenly, the door opened and a woman entered the bedroom.
The woman was tall. Not towering, but from Noreen's
perspective on the bed, she looked tall. Her hair was
flaxen-gold and pulled back in tight ponytail that swayed behind
her back. The blonde was dressed in skintight, black,
spandex pants with knee-pads and thigh pockets, a black
tank-top, and no bra. From what Noreen could see, the
blonde's skin was smooth, firm, and richly tanned. Her
muscles were well-defined, and her figure athletic and curvaceous
and feminine. As for her features... they were hidden
behind a matte-black, androgynous mask of hard plastic.
Noreen made the logical assumption that she was staring at her
The masked blonde stood over the bed and stared down at
Noreen. Her eyes were blue, visible through the eye-holes
of her expressionless mask.
"Well..." the blonde said finally, "aren't you a
treasure." It was a statement, not a question, and the
blonde's voice had been electronically altered, presumably to
render it unrecognizable. "We're going to have a lot of
fun," the blonde added, then knelt at the foot of the bed.
The rope tethering Noreen's big-toes to the bedframe went slack,
and she realized it had been untied. The blonde stood,
strolled to the right side of the bed, rolled Noreen onto her
side, and untied the tethering rope at the nape of her neck.
The blonde ignored Noreen's muffled, garbled question, climbed
onto the bed, reclined next to her prisoner, and pulled Noreen's
naked, elaborately bound, and well-gagged body into a cozy,
full-body embrace, wrapping her spandex-clad legs around
Noreen's rope-bound legs.
"Quiet, gorgeous," the blonde chuckled as she ran her
black-gloved hands over Noreen's breasts, hips, and
stomach. "Yes... you and I are going to have a lot of
With the distortion of the vocorder-type device (which
apparently was built into the mask), the kidnapper's voice was
decidedly eerie and sinister.
"Sorry to have left you all alone for all this time," the blonde
added as she continuing groping Noreen's helpless body and
squeezing her rope-framed breasts. "We've been busy
entertaining your lovely daughters and delightful servant-girl."
Noreen's green eyes popped wide. "Nrrr!" 'We?'
There are more of them?
"I said quiet," the blonde purred, and gave Noreen's
right nipple a firm pinch.
Noreen squeezed her eyes closed, whined through her
gag—"Mrrr!"—and shivered in distress. She then glared
at the blonde when she released her nipple, but was prudent
enough to keep further well-muffled complaints to herself.
"I'll show you what I've been up to shortly," the blonde buzzed,
"but first..." The blonde reached into her thigh pocket
and produced a seven-inch, blunt-tipped cylinder clad in
It took a couple of seconds for Noreen to realize her masked
kidnapper was holding a torpedo-style vibrator. Then, her
eyes popped wide and her bound body froze and became
"How about a nice orgasm to lighten the mood?" the blonde
inquired, twisted the base of the vibrator to turn it on, then
began using the pink torpedo's buzzing tip to tease Noreen's
right nipple, the nipple that had just been pinched!
"Mrrrm!" Noreen screamed through her gag, squirmed in her
kidnapper's embrace, and pointedly ignored the admonition to
keep quiet. The blonde's spandex-clad legs were still
around Noreen's legs and her left arm holding her bound torso
close, so Noreen was not only helplessly bound and well-gagged,
but under her captor's complete control. The masked blonde
could do whatever she wanted with the quivering vibrator—and
what she wanted was to continue teasing Noreen's nipples and
breasts! Then, the blonde slid the tip of the torpedo down
Noreen's stomach, tracing a sinusoidal path, and shifted her
attention to Noreen's rope-cleaved private parts!
Despite her vigorous but futile resistance, both physical and
mental, after several minutes of skillfully orchestrated
stimulation, Noreen's body began responding to the buzzing,
vibrating torpedo. She couldn't help herself. It was
a physiological reaction.
Eventually... inevitably... Noreen shuddered and spasms of pure
pleasure rippled between her legs, up her spine, and throughout
her entire body. She panted through her gag, her
rope-framed breasts heaved, and a patina of sweat glistened on
her flushed, captive body.
Finally, the masked blonde clicked off the vibrator and returned
it to her thigh-pocket, but she continued holding Noreen close
as the prisoner's breathing slowed and her body returned to
normal—meaning the new normal of being a naked bound
and gagged captive.
"I'll give you a few minutes," the blonde said quietly (with her
eerie, electronically altered voice), "then we'll see what your
girls have been up to."
Noreen's eyes popped wide, again. Caitlyn!
Erika! Crystal! "Mrrrpfh!"
Continuing her embrace, the blonde gave her red-haired captive a
gentle squeeze. "Hush. Rest."
Noreen's heart continued pounding. Anything even
superficially resembling normal rest was impossible.
For the next few minutes the blonde periodically squeezed
Noreen's breasts and slid her palm up and down Noreen's stomach,
which did not help her relax. Finally, she
released her embrace, then untied Noreen's big-toes, feet, and
ankles, as well as the ropes crisscrossing her legs. Next,
she retied Noreen's ankles, this time hobbling them about eight
inches apart. Noreen's upper legs remained bound tightly
together, just above her knees and at her mid-thighs.
"Mrrrf!" Noreen complained as the blonde lifted her from the bed
and planted her hobbled feet on the floor. Her kidnapper
then looped a rope around her neck and tied a non-compacting
knot, improvising a rope collar and leash.
"You have to learn to be quiet when I tell you to be
quiet," the blonde purred as she led Noreen from the master
bedroom. "Otherwise, I'll stop being so nice."
Noreen was too frazzled and worried to process what her captor
was saying. She was having enough trouble simply walking,
and the blonde was setting a normal pace. Noreen
frantically shambled in the blonde's wake through the
cottage. Finally, they came to a pair of French doors that
led out onto the back deck. Beyond were the vegetation
covered dunes, and beyond that, the beach.
It was a beautiful day, with blue skies and a gentle sea breeze,
not too hot and not too cold. All in all, a perfect day...
if you weren't the naked, bound, and gagged kidnap victim of a
The blonde in question led Noreen to the edge of the deck and
pointed to the stretch of grassy lawn between the cottage and
the dunes—and once again Noreen's eyes popped wide.
A few feet from the deck, Crystal was lying on the grass on her
back with her arms and legs outstretched in a full
spread-eagle! Each wrist and ankle was bound by something
like a dozen tight turns of rope, then tied to a steel ring
protruding from the lawn. Noreen assumed the rings were
attached to steel stakes pounded or screwed into the sandy soil.
It was a stringent spread-eagle with no real
slack. The only visible knots were at least three feet
from Crystal's fingers or toes, tied to the metal rings
themselves. It was obvious Crystal could barely squirm or
even tug on the ropes, much less free herself. Her muscles
were stretched and prominent, including her abdomen, and her
breasts somewhat flattened. Her dark skin glistened in the
sun. She stared up at Noreen with her big brown eyes, and
her lower face was covered by the taut, overlapping, horizontal
bands of a silver-gray duct-tape gag.
That was both captives in unison, screaming through their
apparently identical tape-gags.
"Isn't she magnificent?" the blonde inquired in an aside to
Noreen. "We could have used one of the many bottles of
sunscreen that are lying around," she continued, "but decided to
use extra-virgin olive oil from the kitchen. It gives her
brown skin more of a high gloss.
Magnificent. Don't you agree?"
Noreen continued staring at her naked, bound, and gagged
assistant. Crystal's brown skin, was, indeed "high gloss,"
gleaming in the bright sun. She was beautiful, but then,
Crystal was always beautiful. However, escape was what was
important, escape for Noreen and all three of her girls.
Unfortunately, regaining their freedom remained as elusive a
goal as ever.
"I'd like to do that to one of your daughters as well," the
blonde purred in her eerie, altered voice," but even with
sunscreen she'd burn to a crisp. "Your lovely assistant,
on the other hand, can stay like that all day... and into the
night." She gave Noreen's rope leash a tug, pulled her
close, and draped her right arm over her shoulders. "Not
to worry," she said. "There are lots of fun things we can
do to a pale-skinned redhead."
Again, the masked blonde had used the term "we." So,
she has an accomplice, Noreen thought. There's
at least one more kidnapper to contend with.
Suddenly, there was a sputtering sound... a pause... then
several evenly spaced sprinkler-heads popped out of the grass
and began watering the lawn. They were also watering Crystal
well, and in only a few seconds her spreadeagled form was
glistening with oil and beaded with water... and soon
it was dripping with water.
"Oh, good," the blonde chuckled. "My partner figured out
how to override the sprinkler timer."
Coming from the ground, the water had to be cold. Noreen
didn't know if Crystal had found the initial soaking to be a
refreshing. She was staked out under the hot sun, after
all. But Noreen was sure that eventually the nonstop
pelting would become annoying at best. She turned her
gagged head to stare at the blonde. 'My partner,'
her kidnapper had said. There are two of them.
The blonde released Noreen's shoulder but was still holding her
"Let's check in with your daughters," she suggested.
Caitlyn! Erika! My babies! Noreen
looked back over her shoulder as they crossed the deck.
She could no longer see Crystal, but the sprinklers were
continuing their unscheduled soaking of the lawn. Oh by
the way, her reflection in the glass of the doors had revealed
that the tape mummifying her lower face was, indeed, silver-gray
duct-tape, like Crystal's gag. The exact nature of her
mouth-stuffing remained unresolved.
the French doors and made their way through the cottage to the
lounge overlooking the pool area. The masked blonde opened
yet another set of French doors, they exited the cottage, and
strolled (or, in the case of Noreen, shuffled) around the
pool. As they approached the pergola and its flowering
clematis vines, Caitlyn and Erika came into view,
and—"MRRRPFH!"—they were naked, bound, and gagged!
Noreen was in no way surprised to find her daughter's tied up
and helpless, but she was greatly distressed by the way
in which they were tied up and helpless.
The Flanagan sisters were centered under the canopy of purple
blossoms and green leaves and standing up on their toes and the
balls of their feet with their legs together. Facing each
other, they were bent forward at the waist with their arms
behind their backs and raised in the classic strappado pose,
and were bound at the ankles, just above their knees, their
elbows, and their wrists, with the same kind of natural fiber
rope binding their mother. Vertical and diagonal doubled
strands traveled from their wrists, elbows, and rope-bound
ginger locks up to the timbers of the pergola overhead,
enforcing the strappado and preventing the sisters' from
dropping their chins and allowing their heads to loll.
They were gagged by overlapping tight layers of silver-gray
duct-tape in the same manner as Crystal and Noreen herself.
Being naked and strappado-bound was bad enough, but their
kidnappers had made a decidedly cruel addition to the sisters'
predicament: their nipples were captured in the spring-loaded
jaws of clover-clamps, and the clamps' connecting chains were
tied together by a length of heavy-duty braided fishing
line! And the chains and cord were stretched as taut as
the proverbial fiddle-string, stretching Caitlyn and Erika's
modest breasts into pink cones! Noreen could tell that her
daughters were up on their toes, leaning forward, and straining
the limits of their strappado bonds in vain attempts to lessen
the pressure on their nipples!
This time the gagged protest came from all three Flanagans,
Noreen in reaction to her daughters' mirror image
strappado-nipple-clamp predicament, and Caitlyn and Erika to
their mother's naked, bound, and gagged appearance.
"Beautiful," the blonde sighed, her blue eyes smiling through
the eye holes of her sinister black mask. "And they'll
only get more beautiful with every passing
hour." She turned her head to gaze at Noreen. "Don't
Noreen was in a frenzy! She turned and threw her
bound body against their blond captor! Unfortunately, the
attack was as ineffectual as it was ill advised. Hobbled
and knee-bound, kicking was impossible. And thanks to her
reverse-prayer bonds, Noreen's attempt to shove her upper body
against her kidnapper and possibly knock her down probably
caused more pain to her own shoulders than anything more that a
minor annoyance to her target.
"Silly girl," the blonde laughed. Her left hand took a
firm grip on Noreen's rope leash, close to her rope collar, and
her right hand clutched Noreen's tousled ginger curls. "I
think you need to cool off." And with that, she dragged
Noreen's squirming, stutter-stepping form to the pool... and
gave her a shove!
Noreen's naked, bound, and gagged body plunged into the deep end
of the pool. The water was cool, blue, and bubbly, but
given the circumstances, Noreen found it in no way
refreshing. She sank into the depths... then began to
slowly drift upwards. Noreen kicked her bound legs, but
wasn't at all sure it helped her rise any faster. Finally,
her head broke the surface, she inhaled through her nose, then
shook her hair from her gagged face. Noreen was an
excellent swimmer, so, despite her bonds, she managed to tread
water, after a severely rope-restricted fashion. Anyway,
she was managing to keep her head above water.
Back at the pergola, the masked blonde had stepped behind
Caitlyn and Erika and was standing between the suffering
pair. As Noreen watched in horror, their kidnapper lifted
her gloved right hand, extended her index finger, paused... then
tapped the taut cord connecting the girl's nipple-clamps.
"Mrrm!" Noreen complained as she struggled in the water.
Her daughters shivered in their bonds.
"I've gone to a lot of trouble to arrange our time together,"
the blonde announced, her altered voice loud enough to be heard
by Noreen. "There will be no more pathetic heroics, no
further attempts to ruin my fun." She tapped the cord,
again, and the girls winced in response. The blonde
focused her masked gaze on Noreen's bobbing head.
Noreen nodded as best she could.
"Good," the blonde responded. "Now... slither and kick
your way to the shallow end."
The order was for Noreen, of course, and she set about the
arduous, rope-impaired task of swimming the length of the pool,
if you could call it swimming. By the time she arrived at
the point where her toes touched the bottom and she could start
hopping, the blonde was already waiting at the far end, next to
the hot-tub/spa sunk into the deck. Noreen continued
hopping, and eventually reached the steps leading from the
pool. Hop after precarious hop followed, then the blonde
grabbed her dripping body and lifted her onto her shoulder.
Dripping wet, face down and facing the pool with her hobbled
feet to the front, her kidnapper carried her back into the
cottage. With her sopping hair plastered to her head with
tangles clinging across her gagged face, Noreen wasn't able to
catch more than a glimpse of her naked, bound, gagged, and
suffering daughters back under the pergola before they were
through the doors and inside the cottage.
Noreen Flannagan was used to being the one in charge, the one
who called all the shots, and was in the depths of
despair. She was the prisoner of a sadistic
madwoman! And her daughters and poor Crystal were her
fellow prisoners! What was the blond fiend going to do to
them? And what about the supposed second kidnapper?
What were they going to do to them?
The immediate answer, at least with respect to the masked
blonde, was to carry Noreen back to the master bedroom.
The blonde tossed her onto the bed, then lifted a solid, heavy,
wooden, straight-back chair positioned next to the wall near the
walk-in closet, and carried it to the center of the room.
Then, without a word, she left the bedroom.
Noreen considered her options. She could squirm to the
edge of the mattress, plant her hobbled feet on the floor,
struggle to stand on said hobbled feet, and flee... but what was
the point? She wouldn't make it very far before her captor
(or her captor's unseen partner) caught up with her. And
then, some sort of punishment would almost certainly ensue.
The dilemma became moot when the blonde returned. It was
too late for Noreen to make an "escape attempt." The
black-clad kidnapper was carrying a black duffle-bag of
Noreen watched as the blonde dropped the bag on the floor next
to the chair, zipped it open, and pulled out several coils of
hemp rope, identical to her current bonds. Then, the
blonde's mask and blue eyes turned in her direction.
"Time to make you a little less comfortable," Noreen's kidnapper
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