Sara has been tied up and taken by the burglar, one can only guess what will happen to her now! (Pt. 2 of 'Bondage Dream Gone Wrong')

WARNING: This story contains non-consensual bondage, all real-life bondage should always be done consensually. Also, all characters are 18 years old or older, so go away DA police :)

Sara had been in the bag for what she thought must have been several hours. She had played her own bondage games before with handcuffs and a key frozen in ice, and the longest she had ever been tied up for was just under two hours. This trip to her captor's house had been at least double that. 'It could just be because of how tight it is', Sara thought to herself. She had never experienced true, complete bondage before. She had always known when she would be able to escape in the security of her own home. Now, she had no say in when she was released, nor was she in a secure situation. " 'secure' situation. Hah. That's real funny" Sara thought to herself.

Sara had felt the road change from the swerving, stop-and-go traffic of town to the smoothly-flowing interstate. The road now was slightly rough, probably a dirt road. Sara groaned, her socks soaked completely through in her mouth. Her jaw was sore from the amount of time it had had its intruders. Sara had flipped over in the trunk of her car several times, wiggling against her bonds in an effort to find any position that was even slightly comfortable to no avail. She had eventually accepted laying on her side so her head wasn't being shoved into the floor of the trunk. The straps of the bag and her hogtie had made her legs go numb hours before. Her hands were cramped from the fist-shape they had been held in from the tape wrapping them.

The car suddenly hit a large bump, slamming Sara into the roof of the trunk and back down again. She shouted out in pain into her gag. Nothing loud came out, the tape wrap and her socks did a very good job of muffling her cries. Sara rotated her shoulder which had hit the roof of the trunk, easing the ache out of it. Of course, 'rotating her shoulder' meant more of a slight wiggle rather than a full movement. Her shoulders had been forced back painfully for the entire duration of the ride. Her elbows were almost touching behind her back, forcing her to arch her shoulders back.

Sara felt the road change from a steady, smooth bumpiness to a lurching, rocking motion. She assumed they must have turned off the graded dirt road to a rougher, forest road. She grunted and groaned into her gag with every lurch, throwing her about in the trunk. She could do little to prevent it: the bag she was in restricted what little movement she had. As Sara was thrown and slid around the inside of the trunk, she delved deep into her mind to prevent herself from losing control. She could do absolutely nothing to stop this from happening to her and had decided she needed to accept this and stay calm. Losing control and panicking would do nothing.

The car suddenly came to a lurching stop. Sara lay in the bag, her breathing speeding up. Any minute now the woman would come get her and pull her out of this horrendous trunk. Sara felt the car turn off, then heard the front door open and slam close. Sara waited, anticipating the opening of the trunk. She lay, listening hardly for any sign of removal from the trunk. She waited, listening. And she listened, and kept listening. Sara quickly got worried, wondering where the woman went. 'Did she forget about me? No, she couldn't have... She must just be taking her time to walk around the car...' five whole minutes passed, crushing Sara's hope to finally get out of this cramped position.

Sara's breathing quickly sped and she began struggling against her bonds again. She needed to get out of that trunk. Her body hurt, her jaw was sore, the taste of her socks was overpowering, her legs were numb... Everything added up to a full ten-minute panic where all Sara did was strain against the ropes and thrash about in her bag, barely able to move. Exhausting herself for the unknown time, Sara managed to calm her breathing and relax herself. Horrible thoughts of why she had been left in the trunk flashed through her mind, only to be quickly stamped out by her resolve to not panic again. Sara spent some time to get back to her 'comfortable' position which she had been knocked out of by the road and her panic attack. This took her another ten minutes to do. Once she reached this position, she finally was able to fully relax (as much as she could relax being tied up in a trunk) and eventually drifted into an exhausted sleep.

Sara was jarringly awoken by the sound of the trunk swinging open. She briefly freaked out before remembering where she was.

"Well good morning sleepy-head! Or I guess I should say 'good evening' instead", Sara heard the woman say with the same playful tone she had heard that night. "You know whats crazy? You slept through the entire day.The ENTIRE DAY. You must have really exhausted yourself in the ride over."

'The entire day? What does that mean?' Sara thought to herself. She couldn't see outside to know if the woman was lying or not. The bag kept her blinded as effectively as any blindfold.

Sara was lurched into the air and rolled over the edge of the trunk before being dropped onto the ground. She cried out into her gag in pain, having landed on her shoulder. "Oh quit being a baby" Sara heard the woman cluck before she felt herself being dragged along the ground. The bag was quickly filled with the smell of dust, causing Sara to cough. Every breath she took in through her nose filled her sinuses painfully with dust, making her spasm into her gag. 'Why did I ever let myself into this situation' Sara thought to herself miserably. The only thing occupying her mind for much of the ride over from her house had been that all this was her fault: she had practically invited the stranger into her house to come tie her up.

Sara felt several painful edges (which were stairs) against her body as she was dragged up a short flight. Sara heard a door be kicked open by the woman, and was dragged inside the building. The woman dropped the straps she had used to drag Sara inside, letting her fall with a bump. Sara landed on her shoulder again, groaning into the gag.

"Oh please, that was just a little bump", the woman laughed from somewhere behind Sara. Sara heard the door she had entered through be slammed shut, then heard soft padded footsteps approach her. She tensed up, anticipating another painful thump of some sort since the woman seemed prone to bumping her around. Instead, she heard the bag being unzipped and was instantly blinded by a bright light. The bag had blocked out all light, plunging Sara entirely in darkness. As her eyes adjusted to the brightness, the woman pulled Sara the rest of the way out of the bag. She laughed as she saw Sara start squirming on the floor, stretching her body out in any way she could. Having released the restrictiveness of the bag and giving Sara any extra range of motion made her do everything she could to get out of the position she had been in in the bag. The bag had held her in the hogtie position, squeezing her legs flat against her body. Now with only the rope that attached her ankles to her arms holding her in the hogtie, Sara could arch her back and stretch her legs to some degree. Even though she was still being held in more restrictive bondage than she had dreamed of, this small amount of added motion felt like bliss.

"I knew you would want to stretch out" the woman said laughing. You were in that trunk for about 20 hours." Sara distantly heard this but didn't realize what the woman had said for several moments. When she did, she swung her eyes around to look at the woman. She was sitting on a chair and still wore her black catsuit and heels. She had removed the gloves, revealing pretty white hands with black nail polish.

"No, I'm not kidding", the woman laughed again, reading Sara's thoughts. "I drove us through the night and I couldn't just haul a bag with someone in it during the light of day! I had to wait until it got dark again to move you inside."

Sara couldn't believe her ears. 'She left me tied up like that for twenty hours! This woman must be heartless. I thought I was going to die in that trunk'.

The woman again read her mind. "I'm sorry I had to do it. I couldn't risk anyone seeing you. Besides, I got some pretty good footage of you struggling at the start of your day alone". The woman flashed a smile and picked up a tablet of some kind off the table sitting next to her. She swung the screen around, showing a video clip of a bag thrashing around near the camera.

Sara eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in anger at the woman. She couldn't believe she had recorded her struggles for her own amusement. The woman replaced the tablet.

"Well, I've had a VERY restful day, so I'm not gonna wait any longer to enjoy my toy." She stood up, delicately stepping towards Sara in her shiny black stilettos. Sara, laying on her side on the floor, began struggling again to move away from the woman. 'Isn't this what you wanted?' a small voice in her head asked. 'To be put into some crazy bondage situation? Well, here you go Sara. You got exactly what you wanted.'

Once the woman reached Sara, who was still squirming as much as she could in her bound state, she  picked up her foot and gently set it on Sara's head. She added pressure, pushing it into the ground with the toe of her stiletto, preventing Sara from moving away. Sara's breathing sped up as she began to sink into another panic attack. She tried calming herself, and yet everything about the situation added up in the same way it had in the car. She had some extra freedom to move, but her arms were still painfully pulled up into the small of her back, her legs were still numb, her jaw still hurt and most of all, she now had a crazy woman's foot on her head, knowing full well she could do anything she wanted to her. As Sara lost control yet again, the woman clucked at her.

"Oh come on, I only meant to have some fun with you, I didn't mean to frighten you". Sara thrashed about on the floor, flexing her body, her sole focus now being to get out of the ropes restraining her and get away from the woman. The ropes held her easily, making sure she stayed right where she was: at the mercy of a dominating woman who, as it happened, had many plans for her.

"Well, if you insist" the woman sighed to herself, and retrieved a cloth and bottle off the table next to tablet. She poured some of the liquid into the cloth and, returning to where Sara lay fighting her bonds, lost in her efforts to escape, she pressed the cloth over her mouth and nose. Sara's fighting slowed until she was still.

The woman smiled to herself, enjoying the moment. She knelled down next to Sara and began untying her bonds, thinking about what 'delicious' thing she would get to do next

Hey, HYB here again. Yall said I should do a part 2 for this story, so I did! Hope you enjoy!

I am planning on eventually doing Sara’s entire stay at the womans place, but I need ideasIf yall wouldn’t mind leaving suggestions in the comments that would be great!

Thanks for reading!