"EEEELLLLPPPPMMM!!!" Kristen screamed into her gag, as loud as she could. What came out was a soft, frightened whimper in the quiet, dark room. Having been screaming herself hoarse for the better part of an hour without result, the young woman was forced to concede that no one was coming to help her. With a sigh, she slumped down in her bonds.

Kristen knelt on the seat of a hard wooden chair in her living room, facing the back. Her hands were crossed behind her back and tightly bound with rope. Her ankles had been bound similarly. A rope had been tied around her waist, the free end passed over the chair back and under the seat, before being tied off to the rope binding her feet. Another rope was looped around Kristen's upper legs, circling the back of the chair, holding the young woman tightly against the hard wood.

"mmmppphhh…" Kristen's mouth had been stuffed with a wadded up ball of cloth. A scarf had been tied between her teeth, to keep her from spitting the gag out.

She shivered as a gust of cold night air blew over her body, damp with sweat from her exertions trying to free herself. The young woman was clad in a pair of lacy black panties, a matching top and a pair of stockings. The top had been pulled down, exposing her large round breasts. The thin cloth did little to keep her warm or protect her modesty.


It had all begun a few hours ago. That evening, Kristen had gone out with some of her female coworkers from the office where she worked to celebrate a Friday evening. At around two in the morning, she'd said her goodbyes and wobbled her way up the path to the front door, partly from the drink, partly from the heels she'd worn out that evening.

No sooner had she unlocked the door and stepped inside then a gloved hand was clamped over her mouth, cutting off the young woman's startled cry. A second later, she felt the cold metal barrel of a pistol pressing against her side.  Out of the corner of her eye, Kristen got a glimpse of a large man, wearing a black ski mask and black jacket.

"Not a sound, bitch, or you're dead." The man whispered in a rough voice, leaning close to her ear. "I'm just here to rob you. Do what I tell you and you won't get hurt, understand?"

Eyes wide with fear, Kristen nodded, too scared to do anything else. Removing his hand from her mouth, the burglar pushed her forward, until she was pressed up against the wall. "Cross your hands behind your back." He ordered. She hurried to obey.

"Ow!" Kristen cried out as the burglar looped a rope around her wrists and pulled it tight, the rough rope cutting into the bare skin of her wrists. "You're hurting me!"

"Shut up!" The man growled, pulling the last knot tight. "You'll get worse if you don't keep quiet. In fact…" He said, pulling a pair of scarves from his pocket. Kristen recognized them from her closet. "I think I'll help you with that…" Wadding one of the scarves he ordered, "Open up!"

"No, plea-MMMPPPHHH!!!" Kristen's pleas were cut off as he stuffed the wad of cloth in her mouth. Quickly, he rolled the second scarf into a narrow band and slipped it between her teeth, tying it off behind her head.

Bending over, the burglar pulled some more rope from his pocket and quickly bound her feet. Kristen whimpered miserably as he pulled the knot tight. Already her arms were starting to ache from being bound. He forced her into a sitting position. Grabbing her arms, the burglar forced her into a sitting position.

"Don't go anywhere!" He said cheerfully, before returning to what he'd been doing before Kristen had come home, namely, robbing the young woman of all her possessions, starting with her purse and cellphone.

Kristen could only watch, helpless, as the burglar tore apart her house, taking everything that might be worth something. Every five or ten minutes, he'd walk past, hauling her computer, or TV or another sack of loot, out to his van, and making sure she didn't try anything.

Finally, after an hour or so, he finished. "Well, I'm done." He said, grinning at his captive. "But before I leave, how about I make you a little less comfortable…" Ignoring Kristen's frightened wail, he pulled the young woman onto her tightly bound feet.

"First," He said, pulling a knife from his pocket. "Let's get a look at that nice body of yours." Kristen's face flushed red with embarrassment as he reached up and deftly cut the straps of her dress. He gave it a tug, and the cloth feel to the floor around her feet. Beneath the dress, she had on a pair of lacy panties and a matching top.

The captive woman grunted indignantly as the burglar reached forward and pulled her top down, exposing her large round breasts. The cold night air quickly hardened her exposed nipples. Kristen's eyes widened with fear, as she saw her captor's eyes wander over her body, lingering briefly on her bare chest, but fortunately, aside from some quick groping, the man didn't go any further.

Instead, he dragged her over to a nearby chair and forced her to kneel on the seat of the chair. From his jacket pocket, the burglar produced two more, long coils of rope.
Quickly, Kristen found herself tightly trussed to the hard wooden chair back. "Well, it's been fun, but I've got to get going." The man said, playfully patting his prisoner on her panty-clad bottom. "See ya!" Ignoring Kristen's frightened cry, he stepped through the front door, closing it behind him.

For the next hour, Kristen had struggled furiously against her bonds, trying desperately to free herself. A couple times, she'd almost tipped the chair over, but in the end, all she'd manage to accomplish was to tire herself out and drench herself in sweat. The ropes remained as tight against her body as before, the knots still stubbornly out of reach. After that, there was nothing else for her to do but wait, and call for help…


"Click!"

Kristen looked up in surprise as she heard someone fiddling with the handle of the front door. Was someone there? "EEEEEHHHLLLLPPPP!!!" She moaned into her gag, trying to get the attention of whoever it was. "EEEESSSS EEEHHLLLLPPP!!!"

A moment later, she heard the door open. Kristen's eyes widened with fear as a man stepped through the open door, silhouetted against a streetlight, a pistol in his hand. For a moment, Kristen wondered if the burglar had returned, but as he approached, she saw this man was taller, not as bulky. So who was he?

She squirmed in her bonds as the man approached. When he got closer, she saw he was wearing a mask. Beneath it, his eyes widened as he took in the site of a young woman, dressed only in her underwear, bound tightly to a chair. Grinning, he pocketed the pistol and stopped to examine the captive woman. Kristen's face flushed red as his eyes lingered over her naked chest.

"I take it I'm not the first person to visit you tonight, am I?" he asked. Kristen nodded, groaning into her gag, miserably. The second burglar sighed. "Well, sorry to tell you this, but I ain't a knight in shining armor, and I ain't here to rescue you, so you just sit tight and don't make a sound, while I go an see if he left anything worth taking behind."

He turned and left, ignoring the captive woman's cries. For the next few minutes, Kristen heard him moving around her house, picking through everything the first intruder had left behind. Finally, he returned, empty handed, a scowl on his face.

"Nothing." He growled. "Whoever hit you, lady, was a real pro. Didn't leave anything behind." Ignoring Kristen's pained groan, he continued. "I don't intend to go home tonight empty handed. Lucky for me, he left behind one thing. In fact, he probably left behind the most valuable thing in the house." Kristen grunted, in confusion. What was he talking about?

The man grinned at her. "Sorry lady, I guess tonight ain't your lucky night, but like I said, I ain't going home empty handed." From his pocket, he pulled out a switchblade. Ignoring the young woman's frightened whimper he stepped forward and cut the ropes binding her to the chair. Kristen squealed in fright, as he grabbed her, throwing the young woman over one shoulder. "Too bad for you, I know a guy who'll pay good money for a pretty young woman like you…"

Kristen screamed in terror, struggling helplessly in her captor's grasp as he carried her out the door into the night…