“Bye Honey! See you when I get off work!” Steve said, rising from the breakfast table. Grabbing his briefcase, Clarice’s husband headed to the front door. His 33-year old wife followed him to the door. Just before he left, she stopped him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. They’d been married for a little under two years now and still felt like newlyweds at times.  

“Have a good day at work.” Clarice said, giving a mischievous smile. “Maybe while you’re gone, I’ll think of some way to surprise you when you get back.” That made him grin in return. He had a noticeable bounce to his step as he headed out to his car. She watched him pull out, waving as he drove off. Then she closed the door.

Clarice’s mind immediately started to think of what she could do to surprise her husband as she walked back to the kitchen and her own, unfinished breakfast. Maybe see if she could get a reservation for dinner at their favorite restaurant? Or skip dinner altogether; she could leave a trail of her clothes from the front door through the house, and when he got to the bedroom, she’d be waiting for him without a stitch on…

Coming up with erotic scenarios like that was way more entertaining to think about then thinking about the piles of laundry down in the basement, the stacks of dirty dishes in the sink, the carpets that needed vacuuming, or any of the thousand other chores she knew she knew she needed to get to.

“How about a shower first…” Clarice thought to herself, setting her dishes on top of Steve’s in the overflowing sink. It would only put the chores off a little while, but a few minutes under the hot, steamy water (thinking hot, steamy thoughts about what she and her husband could do that evening) were more than worth it.

From the kitchen, the young woman crossed the house to the master bedroom. Walking in, she untied the sash of her robe. She slid it off her shoulders and threw it off onto the bed. Underneath, she had on a long, white cotton nightgown. This was also pulled over her head and tossed onto the bed, followed by her panties and bra, leaving her naked.

She went into the bathroom and turned the knob. Water gurgled in the pipes a second before jetting out of the shower nozzle. Clarice gave it a minute to warm up before stepping inside. Grabbing a bottle, she poured out a measure of body wash and started rubbing a sweet-smelling lather all over her body, then rinsed it off. Then, she grabbed the shampoo and did the same with her shoulder-length auburn hair. It, and her young, trim body had been what attracted Steve’s eye back at college and in the years since, Clarice had done all she could to keep both in the best shape possible.

After rinsing the shampoo out of her hair and brushing the wet, clingy locks out of her face, Clarice lingered a few minutes longer, enjoying the feel of the warm water on her bare skin. She might have enjoyed it a little more, had she not heard an odd sound from elsewhere in the house, muffled by the multiple walls and doors separating it from her.

“What was that?” The young woman thought, shutting off the water. As she stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel to quickly dry off, she thought she could hear someone moving around in the house, coming over to the bedroom. “Is Steve back from work early?” She thought to herself. A sly grin crossed her face as she wrapped the towel around her body, over her breasts. “Guess he couldn’t wait for his surprise…”

“Steve?” She called out as she opened the bathroom door and stuck her head out. “Is that you?”

Without warning, Clarice felt a strong hand grab her arm. She was pulled out of the bathroom roughly. The young woman was about to admonish her husband for being so rough when she saw the man standing by the door wasn’t Steve at all; he was much taller, with a thick, burly build. She couldn’t tell any more about him because he was dressed in a dark jacket and a face concealing black balaclava. Her eyes widened in horror.

Before Clarice could flee or even scream for help, the intruder grabbed her and pulled her close to him. One of his thick arms went around her torso, pinning her arms to her side. The other hand clamped tight over the young woman’s mouth, cutting off her startled cry. She struggled, feebly in his grasp, but her efforts had no effect on the tight grip encircling her body. Helpless, she was dragged over to the bed by her captor.

“Guys, in here! I found her!” Clarice’s captor said. The frightened woman was lifted off her feet and thrown roughly on top of the bed. Footsteps pounded on the floor elsewhere in the house, and a moment later three more men dressed like the first came through the door. Clarice’s eyes grew wider as they circled around the bed. She felt her cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. Her towel hadn’t made the entire trip from the bathroom to the bed with her and Clarice was completely naked and exposed to the four men leering down at her.

“Good job.” One of the other intruders said in a rough voice. Clarice assumed him to be the leader from the way he ordered the others around. “Grab the bitch. Let’s get her tied up.”

“No! Ple-Mmmppphhh!” Clarice’s brief attempt to plea with her captors was cut short as the first intruder once more clamped his hand tight over her mouth. Meanwhile, the other two stepped forward. One grabbed Clarice’s hands, holding them together, palm to palm. The other grabbed at her ankles and held them tight, even as she kicked and bucked, trying to shake the men off.

At the same time, the leader unslung a black bag from his shoulder. He opened the top in reached in. Clarice whimpered into the gloved hand covering her mouth as he pulled out several coils of neat, white rope. Setting the rest on the bed for the moment, he unfurled one of them and stepped forward. Clarice squirmed in the men’s grasp but she couldn’t stop herself from being tied.

First, her legs were bound. Clarice’s left leg was folded back, so her calf was pressed against her thigh. The rope was looped around both, binding them together. Then her right leg was bound the same way. Her hands were tied in front of her at the wrists, palm to palm, leaving a couple feet of extra rope at the end. Another coil of rope was tied around her thin waist, like a makeshift belt. The extra rope from her wrist bonds was run under the front of the belt and between her bound legs before being anchored securely to the back of the belt. Clarice’s face became even redder as the rope was pulled tight against the naked lips of her sex. Her hands had less than half an inch of slack above the rope belt. Any movement further then this had the result of yanking the crotch rope even tighter against her. The effect of the slick rope rubbing against her sex was an embarrassing, though far from unpleasant sensation.

As Clarice squirmed, discovering to her dismay how little range of motion her bonds allowed, her captors took advantage of her helplessness to paw at the young woman’s naked body. Clarice shook her head, grunting angrily at this casual violation of her body. “Hey! Stop it!” She yelled when she managed to shake off the hand over her mouth. “Help! Somebody hel-Mmmpphhh!!!” She had time only for a quick cry before she was once more silenced by a hand over her mouth.

“Dammit! Get a gag on that bitch!” The leader of the intruders ordered. One of his men hurried to obey. From the bed, he grabbed the sash from her robe and the crumpled pair of panties, balling the latter article up in one hand. Clarice didn’t see this, too busy trying to shake her hand off her mouth again and scream for help. When the hand was suddenly removed, the captive woman opened her mouth wide, sucking in air for another shout.

Before she could, the wadded-up panties were suddenly stuffed between her lips. Clarice gagged on the unexpected cloth filling her mouth. They wore prodded deeper into her mouth, then the sash pulled between her lips. It was looped around her head a second time before being tied off behind her. Clarice shook her head, grunting into her gag as she tried to shake it off with no luck. The panties filling her mouth were more than enough to muffle her screams to little more than quiet groans.

“Alright, we’ve wasted enough time playing around…” The leader said. He pointed to one of his men. “Go pull the van around. You two,” He gestured to the others. “Go search the house for the files and bring them here.”  

“Files? What files?” Clarice thought to herself in confusion. She had no idea what he was talking about. But before she could give it much thought, his next words sent a chill down the young woman’s spine.

“When we’ve got them, we’ll head down to the safe house and call headquarters. We’ll take her, in case they want to ask her some questions as well. If not, we’ll at least have something to entertain us while we wait.”

Clarice shook her head, whimpering into her gag in fright. Until now, she’d assumed this was just a simple break-in and robbery. But now he was talking about kidnapping her and taking her…somewhere. It didn’t seem real to the frightened young woman, like something out of a nightmare. Frantically, she squirmed around on the bed, struggling in vain against her bonds without much luck. The leader of the intruders stood by, watching her, more interested in the show she was putting on for him then any worry she might struggle loose from her bonds.

Meanwhile, his men hurried out of the room to do their boss’ bidding. Clarice heard two of them going through the rooms, opening drawers and turning over shelves, looking for whatever it was these men were here for. After a few minutes, though, they came back, looking forlorn.

“We’ve turned the whole place over, boss.” One of them said, hesitantly. “We can’t find the files.”

“You idiots! They’ve got to be here!” The leader growled. When he men once more protested they couldn’t find them, he turned back to Clarice. Reaching down, he untied the strap of her gag. She groaned in relief as the sodden wad was pulled out. In a stern voice, he questioned her, “Where are the files? Tell me, bitch, or you’ll regret it! What have you done with them?”

“Please!” Clarice begged, tears welling up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about? I don’t know about any files, please!”

The boss got angrier at her reply. She cringed, sobbing quietly in anticipation of his next outburst, when the remaining intruder suddenly rushed in, looking anxious. “Boss! I think we’ve made a mistake. We were supposed to break into 3450 Round Grove, right?”

“yeah, so?” The boss said, annoyed, turning to his subordinate.

“Well, when I pulled the van up, I got a good look at the mailbox. This isn’t 3450. That’s the house next door!”

“What! Dammit!” The man groaned in exasperation. “Any sign she heard us or she’s left?”

“No, boss. House looked pretty quiet. Car’s still there.”

“Fine. You three get over there, grab the bitch and get those damned files! Now!” The boss ordered. His men turned and ran out of the room. The man turned back to Clarice. “Sorry about that, ma’am.” He said, his voice suddenly toned down compared to his earlier outburst. “A slight mix-up on our part.”

The man stood up from the bed. He reached down and grabbed the wadded-up panties. Before Clarice could protest, they were stuffed back into her mouth. The sash was retied to keep them in place. “We’ll leave you be.” He grinned, turning towards the bedroom door. “I’m sure someone will come by to untie you, eventually.” With that, he walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Clarice lay on the bed, eyes wide, as she struggled to process all that had just happened. She kept expecting, at any moment, the captors to return, and her captivity to take another wild turn. It was a few minutes listening to the quiet, empty house before she was willing to believe that her captors were, indeed, gone.

Over next door, Clarice’s next door neighbor Kelly, a high-level attorney for a major international corporation, was surprised while in the middle of her morning yoga routine. The men wrestled her to the ground, quickly and efficiently binding her hands and feet and gagging her. Clarice thought she heard a muffled cry from outside as the captive woman was carried out to the van along with her files. Both were bundled in the back of the vehicle, the intruders piled in and all of them drove off.

“Alright than…” She thought, at last, “How am I going to get out of this?” Her frantic struggles a short while ago had made little impression on the tight bonds encircling her body. Another thirty minutes or more, carefully exploring her bondage also failed to loosen the ropes any. Her captors had known what they were doing when they tied her up.

It had, however, had quite an effect on the young woman. The pull of her hands on the tight crotch rope through her struggling had stimulated her sex quite a bit. As the captive’s fear slowly drained out of her, it was replaced by a growing feeling of arousal as the constant motion of the rope rubbing back and forth mercilessly teased her. Unable to help herself, Clarice kept at it, trying to work herself towards orgasm.

This, like freedom, remained elusive to Clarice. While her efforts succeeded in making her more and more aroused, release remained stubbornly out of reach. Like untying herself, she’d have to wait until someone else came along to help her.

“Well…” She thought, grinning behind her back. “I hope Steve enjoys the surprise he’s going to get this evening…"