Reading parts 1 and 2 is not necessary to understand this story. You can enjoy this just as well as anyone who has read the other parts.

As always, all characters are 18 years old or older (don’t want to get axed by DA police). Also, remember to practice only consensual bondage in real life. This story features plenty of non-consensual bondage, so don’t do what’s in the story lol.

Enjoy the story!

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One-paragraph Recap!!

Sara is a kinky high school senior (18 years old, DA!) who keeps her fantasies hidden until a robber breaks into her home. She ‘helps’ the robber out by leaving windows open and such so that she can experience bondage like she never had before. The robber finds out about her kinky fantasies and enters the house, deciding to kidnap her for the week and give her a whole bunch of bondage dreams come true. After being initially dominated by the robber, then spending 20 hours bound in the trunk of a car as her first and second ‘experiences’, Sara now moves on to her third bondage experience…

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Sara slowly opened her eyes, blinking the fatigue away. She struggled to remember what had happened the night before… she had left the window open, a robber, her socks in her mouth, a cramped bag…

Her eyes snapped wide awake. Sara remembered exactly what had happened. That chloroform that her kidnapper used was super strong. She had passed out again on the floor of the cabin that she had brought her to. She remembered being painfully hogtied for… how long had she said? 20 hours?!? Sara couldn’t believe she had been in bondage for that long.

Sara sat still, scared of what her motor functions would be like when she eventually tried to move them. Would she still be in the hogtie? Is she in even stricter bondage? Sara finally got the courage to try moving as she lifted her head up to look at her predicament.

The first thing she noticed was that she couldn’t move her head up very far. She was laying down, but something around her neck prevented her from raising it. She twisted her head to the side and saw a chain running from the underside of what she realized was a bed to the thing around her neck. A similar chain ran from under the bed to her neck on the opposite side. Sara realized she was wearing a large leather collar that held her head in place.

Tilting her head down instead of raising it, she tried out her arms. She found that they spread out above her head, secured by leather cuffs to more posts at the top of the bed. Her arms ran over the top of the chains securing her neck in place. More cuffs were around her arms just above the elbow that were secured to the neck chains. Sara wiggled her elbows, tightening the chain attached to her neck.

Sara glanced down and saw that a large belt was secured above her breasts, below her breasts, and around her waist. These were all chained to the sides of the bed, keeping her from shifting her body from side to side.

It was at this moment that Sara realized what she was wearing. While she had been asleep, the robber had pulled all her clothes off and replaced them with what looked like a latex suit. Sara realized it wasn’t any old latex suit, it was her latex catsuit. The one she had bought with the money from her art commissions online. She had drawn people’s bondage fantasies as commissions and would take the money to buy her own bondage equipment that she used when her parents weren’t home. She had saved up for a long time to get a custom latex suit that she could wear when she did her self-bondage sessions and somehow the robber had gotten her hands on that too.

The robber had added her own addition though. Around her waist, underneath the chained belt, was a stuff latex corset. It had been pulled incredibly tight, restricting Sara’s breathing.

“How did she get me into this? Latex is hard to get into, much less someone unconscious!” Sara thought to herself in embarrassment. She felt her face turn red as she thought about the robber stripping her naked, then ‘lubing’ her up so she could fit into the suit.

Sara looked down at her legs to see how they were restrained. There were leather cuffs around her latex-clad legs located at her thighs, above her knees, her calves and her ankles. The chains connected to each other and to the sides of the bend, suspending her legs in the spread-out position. More chains ran from her ankles to the bottom of the bed, preventing her from pulling them up.

The robber had added another latex decoration to her captive. Sara wore a pair of tall black ballet stilettos that forced her feet to be pointed straight down. The stiffness of the heels held her ankles pointed straight, so she couldn’t move them in the slightest. They were already aching from the tightness and posture they were held in.

Sara realized she wasn’t gagged anymore when she stretched her jaw. “Hello?” she asked softly upon realizing she had the ability to speak.

“Hello!? Anybody?!” Sara yelled, wondering where the robber was.

‘Did she leave me tied up again?’ Sara thought in a panic. ‘Am I gonna be here for as long as last time?’

Just as Sara was about to start fighting against her bonds, she heard a latch click. Sara glanced towards her feet where, beyond the edge of the bed, a door was opening. Sara saw the face she knew so well poke around the edge.

“Hey, you’re awake!” her captor said.

“What are you doing with me?” Sara asked forcefully as the woman entered the room, closing the door behind her. She was wearing a completely different outfit from the day before: she wore a comfortable pink hoodie, black leggings and had big fuzzy socks on. She carried with her a mug of a steaming liquid, and a plate with a sandwich on it. Sara’a stomach growled when she saw the food, she hadn’t eaten since the night she had been taken. Her captor’s jet-black hair was pulled back loosely into a ponytail. She looked like she had been relaxing, reading a book or doing something calming. Definitely not the clothing choice of someone who had kidnapped a girl, forced them into a latex catsuit and had them chained up on a bed in the other room.

“Hey, don’t worry”, the lady said, “I brought you some food!” She pulled a chair up next to the bed where Sara was restrained and sat in it. “And before you think about it, this room is soundproofed. Don’t even try shouting. This cabin is in the middle of the woods, the nearest house is like a mile down the road anyways.” Sara involuntarily tried to scoot away, but the chains and leather belts and cuffs and collar held her in place. She couldn’t scoot over even an inch.

“I don’t want your food”, Sara said stubbornly.

“Awww, don’t be like that. You’re gonna need sustenance for the fun we’re gonna have later!” The woman picked up the sandwich and gestured towards Sara with it.

“I’m not hungry.” Sara said curtly. Her stomach interrupted her with a large growl right after she finished saying it. She glanced down, upset that her body would throw her under the bus like that.

“Yeah, sure you aren’t hungry”, the woman said, shaking her head. “Here, eat.” With that, she gently pushed the sandwich into Sara’s mouth before she could protest. Sara took a bite and began chewing, discovering the sandwich tasted very good. Sara kept taking bites until the entire sandwich was gone. Her stomach stopped growling and she lay on the bed, starting to relax a little bit.

“So how’s it going?” the woman asked her.

“Fine”, Sara responded with some of the edge leaving her voice.

“Aww c’mon, you’ve been gagged for all this time and you don’t want to talk once it’s gone?” the woman asked playfully. She reclined in the chair nonchalantly, almost friendly.

Sara stayed silent.

“Anything you want to know?”

Sara thought for a second. “What’s your name?”

“Oh, I can’t tell you that. Can’t have you tracking me down after I let you go. That is of course, if I decide to let you go”, she raised her eyebrows mischievously. “For now, you can call me ‘mistress’. Yeah, that’ll definitely be plenty”, the woman stated, pleased with her answer. “Anything else?”

“…I want to know what’s gonna happen to me”, Sara said slowly after a moment.

“Eh. We can get to that later. But now, I want to hear all about you”, the woman said, leaning forward on her knees. “What do you do in school?”

The woman was met with short, curt answers to her initial questions. But her warmth and friendliness in conversation grew on Sara. Eventually, Sara was having an emphatic conversation about her family, her friends, her sports, her classes, pretty much everything about her life. Something in her mind told her she shouldn’t be saying these things to the woman who had literally kidnapped her, undressed her and now had her restrained in a kinky sexual way, but she felt like she was talking to a friend.

“Is there anything else you do in your free time?” The woman asked after Sara got done telling her about her huge amount of homework she always got.

“Well, when I’m not busy I like to draw stuff”, Sara said casually.

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen some of it. Online? Under the name… FruityArt?” The woman asked, opening her phone.

“Yeah! Actually, I wanted to ask you how on earth did you track that down to me?”

“Oh, I have my methods”, the woman responded, scrolling through her phone. “Aha, here it is!” The woman held her phone up over Sara’s head so she could see. “I think you might recognize this piece. I saved it a while back, so you might not remember it. Should jog your memory though…”

Sara peered at the screen. It was indeed a drawing she had made, and as she inspected the details Sara slowly fell out of her comfortable state and terror set it. The drawing was one she had made almost a year ago and was her first decent attempt at drawing latex. It featured a blonde girl restrained spread eagle on a bed, wearing a latex catsuit, ballet boots and cuffs with chains running from each end of the bed. Sara looked down at her own body, realizing what the woman intended to do.

“Yeah, I thought you would make the connection!” said the woman sadistically. An evil smile crept across her face as she watched Sara’s reaction. “Let's look at the description, shall we?”

Sara began to panic. Every piece of art she made she included a short story to give context to the drawing. It was one of the reasons people enjoyed her work so much. She was both a good author and a good artist. Combining the two brought in viewers from both communities.

For this particular drawing, Sara had told the story of a girl who had got herself all set up for a self-bondage experience of a lifetime but had a robber enter the house just as she locked herself in. The robber had ransacked the house, made a few changes to the bondage and then left her in her predicament as shown in the drawing. Intended to have about an hour of bondage with some light stimulation, the robber had placed some extra stimulation and upped the timers to eight hours, leaving the girl right on the edge of climaxing for the entire day.

“So Sara, do you understand what I intend for you now?”

Filled with fear at what she figured was coming, Sara stayed silent.

Her kidnapper laughed. “I thought so. In fact, I already have it all set up! I wondered if you would notice them once you woke up but I guess that wasn’t on your mind… hee hee!” With that, she procured a remote from her pocket and flipped a switch.

Sara was immediately greeted with fierce vibrating inside of her body. She realized her captor, while Sara had been stripped, had inserted a few ‘treats’ into her body in both places. By a few, Sara realized it was a LOT. She was instantly pushed to the edge, and held right at it, almost about to climax. The woman cackled as she saw Sara’s face contort in frustration.

“Just as you imagined it, no? Isn’t this one of your special little fantasies?” her warm, friendly demeanor was gone. She had baited Sara into a comfortable mood and was now ripping it from her. “I can’t find a ‘commission’ tag anywhere so it must have come from inside. your. brain. Your perverted little head wanted this to happen to you.” Sara gasped as she was driven even closer, her body quivering from the knife-edge she was riding. The woman’s words cut through her like the same knife edge. She had imagined this happen to her, that’s why she had drawn it. She never thought it could actually happen.

“Guess what Sara, you’re gonna be here like this for a whole lot longer than eight hours. I can promise you that” she said, as serious as a heart attack.

“Wha- what?” Sara stuttered as her body was racked in frustration. She struggled against her restraints, trying as hard as she could to get herself to climax.

“You heard me you little pervert”, the woman stood over Sara with the remote. Suddenly she became thoughtful. “You know what? Call me mistress.”

“Wha- what? Wh- wh- why?” Sara managed to mutter.

“Call me mistress and I’ll let you cum. If you don’t, you’re gonna be stuck here like this for as long as I want. I could leave you here all day, all night. Never able to release. Stuck in your own bondage dream, all gone wrong.”

“N- no!” Sara said defiantly, yanking against the cuffs restraining her.

“Tsk tsk. I had hoped you would change your mind.” The woman traced her finger across Sara’s latex-clad chest, before stopping right above Sara’s crotch. All she needed was another inch further down and Sara would climax. That’s how close she was. The woman looked up at her with a disappointed look before removing her hand.

Sara, teased with how close she had come, made up her mind. “Mis- mistress! Pl- Please! Come b- ba- back!” She shouted from her chained position.

Her captor laughed and shook her head. “It’s too late Sara. You had your chance, but now I’m gonna let you enjoy your fantasy. Or should I say, nightmare?” She came back to stand next to Sara. She took the remote and set it lightly down on Sara’s chest before returning to the door.

“Good luck getting to that!” She giggled before leaving and shutting the door behind her.

Sara lay in bed, her arms pinned above her, her neck held tightly with the chained collar. Her latex-clad body quivered as she strained her body, bounced up and down and pictured the most arousing things she could in her mind. Nothing could get her over the edge to where she could finally get the pleasure of cumming. The vibrators were buried deep inside her body, with more than she had ever used on herself. She tried to reach the remote with her mouth, but it was positioned in such a way that her own bust prevented her from reaching it. Pleasure was so close, but nothing Sara did would dislodge it. Her arms, pinned above her head, were useless. Her midsection was chained tightly enough that wiggling wasn’t an option, and her legs were held in the spread-eagle position by more chains. If they had been chained together Sara might have been able to run her thighs together to get her desired effect, but they were forcefully separated.

Sara knew she was completely out of luck. After twenty straight minutes of being held at the brink, she knew she wasn’t ever going to get over. Not with the limited stimulation she had. She struggled against her bonds, called out in pain, tried everything she could so she could finally get the pleasure she so wanted. The woman’s maliciousness kept her pinned in place, physically incapable of letting her cum.

Sara eventually passed out from struggling and fighting her bonds sometime that night. Her head lolled gently to the side, held supported by the collar. A small camera, hidden in a corner of the room, whirred and shut off as the viewer, who had been watching and recording in glee, re-entered the room and began to prepare Sara for her next day of captivity.