Synopsis: A young woman is coming back home from a party. Unfortunately for her, an unwelcome guest has sneaked inside the house.

It was 11pm in a Summer night and Ava Hills was heading back home from the club. She wasn't supposed to go back so soon, but the night had happened to be a complete mess.

Her friend Ivanka, drunk as fuck, had thrown up on her brand new skirt. Ava didn't want to spend the night like that, so she had decided that her best option was to go back home, get a shower, get dressed and try to catch some sleep. Her father, Jeffrey, was out of town for business and her step-mother, Brenda, was out for a Girls Night dinner, so the house was supposed to be empty.

She entered home, oblivious to the peril that awaited her. The front door was supposed to be locked, and it wasn't, but Ava was so angry that she didn't pay attention to this little detail.

She got to her room and got undressed. Luckily, the rest of Ivanka's puke hadn't touched her tanned skin. Ava was a twenty-year-old blondie with blue eyes. She was, indeed, a hottie. When she had collected her pajamas and was ready to take a shower, all of a sudden, she felt a leather gloved hand pressing her mouth.

"Bad time to come back, sweetie" a female soft voice whispered in her ear.

"MPhhhhhh" Ava tried to protest, but the newcomer was stronger than her.

The burglar was holding her elbows behind her back with one arm, and used her other hand to cover her mouth, preventing her to make any noise.

"So, I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. But I warn you, I've got a knife in my pocket, so you better don't yell, understood?"

Ava nodded scared.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"Well, a burglar, obviously"

When Ava was allowed to turn around, she faced a woman wearing all black. A balaclava was concealing her features. She had a pair of leather gloves and was holding a knife and had a duffel bag at her feet.

"Please don't hurt me. I'll be quiet".

"Oh, I know you will, but I can't take the risk".

The newcomer fetched a coil of ropes from the bag.

"Now turn around and put your hands behind your back".

"Oh, no, please don't tie me up. I'll be good, I promise" Ava whined.

"Oh, I'm sorry if I made you believe you had a word here".

Scared, Ava complied. The burglar soon had the young hottie's wrists bound together.

"Now let's see how flexible you are" she said in a menacing tone as she pushed Ava's elbows together until they touched.

"Ouch! That hurts!" Ava protested.

"Well captives are not supposed to be comfortable, are they?" the burglar mocked.

Ava's heart beat fast as the situation became more complicated. She didn't know how she could get out of this predicament, or how long she could handle it until Brenda came back.

The burglar soon had her elbows bound together as tightly as her wrists.

"Wow, look at those twins!! You're such a beauty, young lady!"

"Please, let me out!" she begged, although her whimpers came unheard.

"Oh, I can't do that, honey" said the burglar, her voice muffled by the mask. "Now, let's work on that chest".

With ease and professionalism, she framed her chest in rope, above and below her breasts, and then added another piece to her waist, grabbing her bound wrists with it, leaving her upper body completely immobilized.

"Well then, upper body is ready, let's move down now".

Ava kept grunting and complaining, still ignored by her captor.

With equal skills, the newcomer worked on her legs and feet, and soon had Ava's ankles, calves, knees and thights completely bound with rope.

"You may not want to hear this, sweetie, but you look absolutely stunning tied up like that" the burglar laughed.

"Please, pleaseeeee, let me out! I don't want to be tied like that!"

"Honey, honestly, you're a bit grown up to keep whining like that. Do I look like I care what you want?"

Ava, still with tears rolling down her cheeks, shook her head 'no'.

"Then stop crying and face the situation. You're a grown up, for God's sake. Now, down on the bed".

She pushed Ava on her sheets, which caught her by surprise. She lay face down as the burglar fetched a new piece of rope and forced her bend her knees.

"Now this is called a hogtie. You'll find it's not the most comfortable position, yet it is the most secured" the burglar explained.

"Oh, fuck off".

"Now that's more like it. Some guts!" she said as she finished the hogtie.

In a matter of minutes, Ava had found herself completely bound, hogtied on her bed and at her captor's mercy.

"Now even though I like your tongue better like this, a little more venomous, I can't risk you calling for help and such".

"What do you mean?" Ava asked as she saw the burglar leaving her bedroom.

She came back holding something Ava didn’t like.

“No, wait. Those are my step-mom’s… what are you doing with that?”

“Well, it’s been a nice chit-chat, honey, but like I told you, I can’t risk you calling for help”.

“No, waitpfffffffffff”.

The burglar gave her no time for reaction. She stuffed Brenda’s panties inside Ava’s mouth. Next, she grabbed a roll of tape and began wrapping it around the girl’s head, securing them in.

“The key to apply a proper wrap gag is to tighten it each loop. Do you feel how the tape sticks to your skin?”

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Ava protested.

The horrible taste of her step-mom’s dirty panties inside her mouth felt humiliating enough, but having her mouth covered by twenty loops of sticky duct tape was painful. Her jaw ached and so did the rest of her body, submitted to a bigger amount of ropes she’d ever imagined.

“Now, if you let me, I have a work to do” the burglar mocked.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” she yelled, to no avail.

“Good luck!”

The burglar left the room, leaving Ava alone with her own thoughts. She struggled against the tight ropes, trying to free herself. It was useless, she knew it, but she couldn't help but feel the need to fight back. The panties stuffed in her mouth were disgusting, and the tape binding her jaw hurt so much.

Time seemed to stand still as she lay there, bound and gagged. She could hear the burglar moving around the house, opening and closing drawers, rustling through papers. The sounds of normal life going on, just outside her bedroom door. It was almost surreal, like she was trapped in a nightmare from which she couldn't wake up.

Ava tried to focus on her breathing, to calm herself down. The air in the room felt stale and stuffy, the bed sheets rough against her skin. Her muscles ached from struggling against the ropes, but she knew that she couldn't give up. She had to find a way out of this mess.

Time seemed to slow down as she lay there, her mind racing with possibilities. She wondered how long she had been here, how much time had passed since the burglar had left her. She even wondered whether the burglar was still in the house.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” she tried once again to call for help, hoping someone would hear her or, at least, trying to stay awake.

But sleep began to creep up on her, a soft, warm embrace that she couldn't resist. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she felt her breathing slow down. The tension in her body began to ease, replaced by a strange sense of peace.

She woke up to a voice speaking up. What time was it? She didn’t even know. She wriggled a bit and realized she was still trapped by the ropes.

“Ava!!”

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Brenda was at her bedroom. Finally! She could help her out of that situation!

“Oh, honey!! I’m so sorry I stayed at Mallory’s for the night! If only had I known…”

She apologized as she began unwrapping the tape around Ava’s face.

“Here, let me take off those panties from inside your mouth, I’m sure they’re way too uncomfortable” Brenda told her step-daughter.

Ava raised an eyebrow as Brenda managed to ungag her completely.

“Well… thanks, Brenda, but how did you know I had panties stuffed inside my mouth BEFORE ungagging me?” she asked suspiciously.

Brenda stopped untying Ava. Her face got red while she thought of a proper answer.

“Well… it was just an assumption. And I was right, wasn’t I?”

“Yes, you were… good assumption. Now can you… finish… untying me?” Ava asked, confusion in her voice.

Brenda hesitated for a moment, but then took the pair of panties of her own.

“I’ve got a better idea”.

“Wait, no! Not agaimphhhhhhh!”

Ava was met by panties and tape again. Twenty new loops were wrapped around her face, even tighter than the night before.

“You’re smart, Ava. Way TOO smart”.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”.

“Yes… way too smart” she repeated as she took the phone from her purse. “I need you here, yes, we have a problem” she hung up. “We’ll solve this, sweetie, I swear you. But for now, I need you to remain calmed and I don’t think you were going to, so…”.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” she yelled, still not believing her step-mom’s betrayal. They had always gotten along.

“Easy, honey. I’ll leave you here and we’ll soon have this solved, okay?”

Next, she left the room, leaving an incredulous Ava wide-eyed, and in the same position she had spent the night.

‘How could she?’ she thought to herself, tears welling up in her eyes.

Ava had always found Brenda a person she could trust, who seemed to understand her. But now she realized that her trust had been misplaced. Her step-mother had not only betrayed her, but had also left her trapped in this horrible situation. The panties stuffed in her mouth were beginning to taste foul, and the ropes digging into her wrists were starting to chafe. She felt so alone, so helpless.

She didn’t have to wait for so long this time. Brenda came back about an hour and a half later, along with another person Ava knew too well.

“MPHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAFFFFF???”

Ava’s father, Jeffrey, entered the room holding Brenda’s hand.

“Oh, come on, Brenda. Did you have to tie her up so tight?”

“We agreed on this, Jeff. It had to look like a real robbery. It was her fault for coming back home so soon!”

“But I mean… come on. And what about that gag?”

“Just for realism. And about the stuffing…”

“What have you used to stuff her mouth?” Jeffrey asked, nervous.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that right now, Jeff”.

Ava looked at them both wide-eyed, not believing this was actually happening.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” she protested, feeling like she deserved an explanation.

“Oh, sorry, dear. I’ll explain what’s going on here. So, long story short. We’re broke. But, fortunately, we have a very good insurance company. So you can guess what we came up with, right?”

“Yes” Brenda continued, “we thought we could pretend a robbery, making sure the cameras were on. That’s why I was wearing that outfit even though you, young lady, weren’t supposed to be home yet”.

“But, and Brenda had told me everything, you discovered her. So she was so scared she had to gag you again to keep you from alerting everyone”.

“Sorry about that. I got nervous”.

“So I’ve had to erase the footage and pretend those cameras were never filming anything”.

“But, luckily, we’ve come up with a new idea” Brenda said.

“Yes, and just for you to know, babe. I’m afraid you won’t like it”.

“MPHHHHH?”

Ava still couldn’t believe her ears. It all seemed like a great joke.

“Well, you have to manage to call the police. We’ll leave your phone under the bed, as if you had managed to throw it before the robber attacked you. You just have to get to it and dial 911”.

“MPHHHHHH?”

What was that, a sort of escape challenge for her? She had been bound for more than ten hours and still her dad and step-mom didn’t think that was enough?

“Oh, I know it sucks, sweetie, but that’s for the best” Brenda reassured her, as she pinched her cheek.

“Yes, and we better be going, honey. I’m supposed to be in Boston now, and you’re supposed to be catching a flight to Dallas”.

“Sure, honey. Wish you the best of lucks, Ava”.

Ava couldn’t even react as she saw Jeff and Brenda leaving her alone once again. If it wasn’t because Brenda had pinched her cheek, she would have thought it was all a nightmare.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed, once she became aware again of the comical situation.

It had been hours since they had bound her, gagged her, and left her there. Her body felt heavy and ached all over. She was tired, hungry, and cold. But most of all, she was scared. And angry. She hated them for putting her through this.

As far as she knew, her best and only choice was to reach her phone under the bed, so she began struggling, with the little strength she still had. But, while she was enduring the worst fight she’d ever had, she couldn’t stop wondering: how did her step-mom learn to tie ropes so tight?