Tonya’s memory of the last few hours was pretty fuzzy. She remembered coming home to the apartment she shared with her roommate, the two of them getting a drink to celebrate the coming weekend. Then...nothing. Nevertheless, the 22-year old dark haired woman was certain something had happened in the hours? days? between then and now. She just couldn’t imagine what set of events could have happened that brought her to her present predicament.

Tonya lay on her bed, on top of the sheets and blanket. Her limbs were stretched out towards the four corners of the bed, spread-eagled, and lashed like that with four lengths of rope. Whoever had tied her had done a good job. The young woman was stretched taut and twenty minutes of frantic struggling on the part of the young woman had only convinced her she wouldn’t be wriggling free of them anytime soon. Oh, and she’d been stripped completely naked…

“Mmmppphhh!” Tonya groaned in discomfort at her position. In addition to the ropes binding her, the young woman had had something forced into her mouth. Careful exploration with her tongue had revealed it to be a metal ring, an inch and a half or two inches in diameter. Two leather straps were attached on either side of the ring. They ran around the back of Tonya’s head where they were buckled on tight. The ring-gag was by far the worst aspect of her bondage. The thick, wide ring jammed her mouth apart, straining her jaws, while her open mouth had dried out, leaving her desperate for something to drink.

Idly, Tonya wondered what had happened to her roommate. Was she also a captive, like Tonya? Was she lashed to her bed, stripped and spreadeagled? And who had done this to her? What did they want? At that moment, Tonya heard the knob on the door start to rattle. It seemed she was about to find out some answers to that. Whether it would be good to know them was another matter altogether…

After a second, the door started to swing open, one sticky hinge giving a mournful squeal. A figure stepped into the room. She was a young woman, about the same age as Tonya, but short, slender with light brown hair. She was dressed in a short, light green skirt that came down about mid-thigh. As she came in, the other woman looked over at the naked captive on the bed, flashing her a mischievous smile. On the bed, Tonya’s eyes widened with shock, then narrowed with anger as she recognized her roommate, Michelle.

“Oh, don’t give me that look, Tawnie!” Michelle teased, half skipping over to the bed.

“Oooohh iiitcch! Eet ee ooh!” Tonya demanded, angrily. Her angry out burst only seemed to amuse her roommate.

“Good thing you’ve got that gag on. Wouldn’t want that sharp tongue of your getting you in more trouble now…” Michelle teased. She leaned over the bed, her soft hands going to Tonya’s naked body. Ignoring the helpless girls muffled profanity, she began to massage and knead Tonya’s bare breasts. “Sorry to leave you lying around like this. I was just sending your boss an email from your mailbox, telling them you were quitting.”

“Mmmppphhh!”

“I also went ahead and cleared out your bank account.” Michelle grinned. “You shouldn’t use one password for everything and you definitely shouldn’t keep it on a sticky note where anyone can find it.” This elicited more gag-muffled profanity from the captive woman.

“I don’t know what you said, but that quick tongue of yours has really gotten you in trouble this time.” Michelle teased, continuing to fondle her squirming prisoner. “They were quite insistent I help deal with you, putting those pills in your beer, tying you to the bed. Taking if your clothes was all my, by the way. They’ll be here later this evening to pick you up and I’ve been dying to get a chance to get at that hot body of yours before you go away for good.”

Tonya’s response to this was quick, passionate and certainly unfit for print. Fortunately, her gag proved up to the task of censoring it quite well. Michelle tutted, reproachfully. “Too bad such a nice body and a pretty face had to come with a sharp tongue. If someone had gagged you a long time ago, you wouldn’t be in this mess.” She shrugged. “Oh well. In the meantime…” She hopped up on the bed, straddling the other woman. As Michelle crawled up, towards Tonya’s head, the captive girl got a look up her roommates skirt and realized neither of them were wearing any underwear. As Michelle’s lips got close to Tonya’s, the helpless captive suddenly realized the implication in how she’d been gagged.


“...in the meantime, why don’t we see if we can find a better use for that quick tonque of yours…”