Synopsis: our favorite babysitter, Hannah, seemed to not have enough bondage last time, so she's up for another tie up game. Will it go better this time?

Hannah thought she was never going to babysit again. Not because of her 'traumatic' experiencie (which, as for a bondage addict, wasn't just THAT traumatic), but because the Stephensons were so mad at her, for being so gullible and stupid to let herself getting tied up by their kid, Kevin, in the first place, and by a burglar afterwards, that she thought they would call the whole district to keep her from babysitting again. They even left her tightly trussed up and gagged for the whole night.

It was terrifying in some kind, but also a thrilling sensation. Yet, she did get a new babysitting job, taking care of Mila McCann, daughter of the McCann marriage, who were leaving them alone for the night.

Hannah hadn't been tied up again after that shocking experience. Not like she had been avoiding it, but given her lack of job finding a new one was her main target. And she still felt a bit reluctant to getting tied up again, even though she loved it.

"So" Hannah asked Mila, "what do you wanna play?"

"Cowboys and indians!!" Mila answered, to Hannah's surprise. She had always thought those games were more liked by boys than girls.

"Wow, okay. So how do you wanna play?" Asked Hannah, innocently. The thrilling of getting tied up again was overwhelming. Yet, she wasn't sure if she wanted it.

"Well you are dressing like in the west" Hannah was wearing a white shirt and a denim short skirt, "so why don't you play a poor cowgirl who gets captured by the indian boss?" Mila suggested.

Hannah bit her lip, unsure how to feel about it. But, of course, she was supposed to make the girl happy, so she nodded and asked her if she had any rope around.

"Yes!! My dad's got some in the kitchen!!"

Well, everything for the kid, thought Hannah.

Mila came back with several coils of rope and a bandana, a detail Hannah liked.

"Okay, so, what if I teach you how to truss up a damsel in distress cowgirl?"

"Well, I know something about knots, Hannah, I've been a girlscout".

Then she grabbed both Hannah's hands and crossed them behind her back, bending her elbows, having her in a reverse prayer position. Then, she began tying.

The knots were fairly tight, and Hannah soon found her wrists ttapped behind her back.

"So now, little cowgirl, stay here while I ransack you camp!"

Hannah couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at the statement. Even though she was still a bit reluctant to bondage, given her last experience, she needed some more.

“Well… I’m sorry for not staying into character, Mila, but I’m afraid you should tie me up a bit more”.

“What do you mean?”

“Well… Even though you’re very good at knots, good girlscout, I can always run away and escape, since you didn’t tie my legs”.

“So I should tie your legs, right?”

“Well, yes. I think you should. And be sure your knots are at least as tight as these ones”.

Following Hannah’s orders, Mila bound her feet, ankles, calves, knees and thighs. Since the girl didn’t seem to be applying any extra knots over her waist, she thought a little overdo on her legs wouldn’t do any harm.

“That’s it” said Mila “oh! I forgot the gag!”

‘Yes!’ thought Hannah. Her doubts about bondage had completely vanished. Unfortunately for the bondage addicted youngee, the girl only applied the bandana over her nose and mouth, ‘cowgirl style’.

However, and even though her gag wasn’t satisfying at all, Hannah decided to play along. She pretended to be silenced, mphing and moaning through the clumsy gag.

“Now, I must search your place, cowgirl. Sorry about this”.

And so the girl moved upstairs leaving Hannah in her tight bondage yet not so tight gag.

‘Well’ thought Hannah, ‘she’s good at knots and sucks at gags. I guess this is enough, for now’ and began mphhhing a little louder.

Suddenly, she heard a noise from the kitchen.

“Mila?” she asked through the bandana.

But it wasn’t Mila who crossed the door, but a somehow known face.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

Alisha’s face and voice were unforgettable for Hannah. The robber entered the living room and analyzed the babysitter’s figure. She was so caught up by the unwelcome newcomer she didn’t even remember she could still scream through her mask (calling it gag would be disrespectful). By the time she did, it was too late.

“MILA! HEMPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” a gloved hand landed over her mouth, pressing her lips.

“Well… seems like our little Indian is very good at knots, isn’t she? Yet not really good with gags. Don’t worry, Hannah, I can fix that for you, I know you want this”.

Next, she grabbed some items from her bag, such as some coils of extra rope and several bandanas.

She barely left the babysitter any time to scream while she took her hand off her mouth and lowered her scarf, before stuffing a couple of the new bandanas inside it. Next, she took her previous gag and knotted it in the middle, gagging her in a more strict way and knotting it under her hair. Far from over, she took another scarf and wrapped it around the first gag, in an OTM way, and also under her hair, before applying the last layer in an OTN style, or bandana style, as the one before, this time over her blonde hair.

“There you go. I think this is much more like it, isn’t it?”

Then, the girl came downstairs, alerted by her babysitter’s screams.

“Wow, you must be Mila” said the robber, who remembered the name Hannah had screamed when she took her gag off.

“Yes, and who are you?”

“I’m Alisha, Hannah’s friend”.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHH!” protested the blondie.

“Don’t listen to her, she’s just playing along. She called me to come play with you two. Is that fine?”

“Yes, I guess it is” answered the kid, still doubtfully.

“Wow, Mila. These are really nice knots. Who taught you to tie this way?”

“I was a girlscout” Mila replied, proudly.

“Wow I can see that”.

“I really didn’t know this gag would shut her up so much!” she observed, impressed. Of course, she didn’t realized the two extra layers and the stuffing the newcomer had given to their captive.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“You’ve done a very good job, Mila. But what if I add a little detail to make it even better?”

She nodded, so Alisha grabbed the extra rope she had taken from her bag and made Hannah to lay down on the couch to tie her in a tight hogtie.

“You see? This way, she can’t go away searching for help but she also can’t hop around”.

“Wow, she seems so unable to move right now”.

“Okay, Mila. So, is there a loot in this camp we can take to our Indian place?” she played along, knowing what the game was about.

“Yes! I’m sure this cowgirl has lots of jewel! You should go and take a look!” said the kid, suddenly excited.

“Sure! What if you take care of our captive in the meantime? But you have to promise you won’t untie her, deal?”

“Deal!”

Alisha left both kid and babysitter in the living room and moved upstairs.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

“Your protests mean nothing to me, bad cowgirl! I won’t have you untied any time soon!”

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Hannah kept trying to make Mila understand the whole thing wasn’t a game anymore, but a robbery, but the girl didn’t seem to get it.

“Wait” observed Mila, “that’s not the scarf I put on to you”.

She approached the blondie, who saw a window to hope opening for her. The girl then noticed the extra layers Alisha had added to Hannah’s gag.

“I knew it! I knew just a bandana couldn’t shut you up that well. If that could be, how can people with masks talk to each other?” reflexed the girl.

“Mph mphhhh” Hannah made gestures trying to have Mila removing her tight gag.

Then, suddenly, Alisha came downstairs again.

“I knew you had improved Hannah’s gag!” said Mila as soon as she saw her, proud of her discovery.

“Well, I did, indeed, Mila. She could still scream through that bandana, and we don’t want our captive to be heard, right?”

“I guess not” answered the girl, lowering her face. “But what did you did?”

“Well I brought some bandanas with me, so I stuffed a pair of them inside Hannah’s mouth. I tied another one, making a knot in the middle, and tied it around her face, then another one over it, and then the last one, covering her nose”.

The girl kept quiet for a moment. Hannah thought she was maybe scared Alisha would have overdone with her. Far from right.

“Wow! That’s great! What a good way to gag someone!” she cheered.

Alisha turned to Hannah and winked her eye.

“Well, Mila. Even though I’m very good with gags, I’m not that good when it comes to robbing places. Could you go upstairs and check if I’ve left anything valuable behind?”

She winked her eye again, so that the kid would think it was all part of the game, so Mila excitedly nodded and moved upstairs.

Then, the robber turned to Hannah.

“Well, Hannah, it’s been nice meeting you again, but I’m afraid I’ve got bad news for you”.

“Mphh?”

“Well, you’re coming with me. This girl seems much less innocent than that last kid, so I don’t trust her not to untie you right after I’m left and, as you’ll probably understand, I can’t have the police after me so soon”.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” screamed Hannah, scared.

“Oh, don’t worry, honey. I won’t hurt you or do anything to harm you. Just need to make sure you’re out of the way for some time. Then, in the morning, I’ll call the police and tell them where I’ve left you, is that okay?”

“MPHHHHHHHH!” Hannah shook her head ‘no’.

“No? Would you rather it to be the day after tomorrow?”

Hannah lowered and shook her head. Knowing herself defeated, she had no choice but to be carried to wherever this lady would take.

“Fine then! We’ve got a deal. Now you come with me before this little girlscout knows we’re gone!”

Next, the robber took Hannah over her shoulder, proving herself stronger than she looked and ignoring Hannah’s muffled protests. She addressed her through the back door and packed her in the trunk of her car. It was all so fast that Hannah didn’t even have time to check the registration.

It would be an interesting ride, all tied up and effectively gagged the way she just loved and kept loving, but she could only wonder, what would happen next?