College cheerleader Fanny wants to live her ‘damsel in distress’ dreams so badly, that she decides to hire a company that will give her what she wants. But months after her experience, the company comes back….
WARNING! This story features some happy consensual bondage, followed by some very nonconsensual bondage. You have been warned.
Fanny sat in her college dorm at her desk, trying to gain the courage to click the ‘place order’ button. Her address was already typed in and she had agreed to the terms of the service that would be provided. This service was something that Fanny had wanted for a LONG time, but had never been able to provide herself.
The service was provided by a company called ‘Individual Management LLC’, which technically was the service they offered. What Fanny was about to order was a full night’s package of ‘Individual Management’, also called a kidnapping. But not of someone she had a grudge against or someone she wanted to disappear, it was for herself.
Fanny had concealed her fascination with bondage for years, specifically distressed scenarios, where the person being put into bondage was a ‘damsel in distress’. Nothing like a hardcore kidnapping, just some classic “the girl gets kidnapped and taken hostage, oh no!” Nothing sexual, nothing serious, just a simple kidnapping with some helpless bondage. Well, this is what the Individual Management LLC offered in the form of a one-night package. She would be attacked, forced into bondage, and taken to someplace before being released after an evening of bondage. And she had negotiated an amazing price that she felt comfortable with: they would not charge her, but her ‘captors’ would get to take pictures of her bound body and use them as promotional material.
Fanny knew how her body looked and knew that this was a very fair price. If she were to be stripped down to her underwear for the photos, they would bring in plenty of other customers. She was a professional cheerleader for her college, attending on a scholarship for her cheering. She was in good shape, her body was lightly tanned and blemishless and her green- and blue-dyed hair matched the university’s colors. She was easily one of the prettiest girls on campus and she knew it. So, when the company offered the service free-of-charge if they could take pictures, Fanny requested that she get copies of the pictures too and agreed to the terms.
Taking a deep breath, Fanny clicked the ‘place order’ button. She stood up in her chair and jumped up and down in her dorm, laughing in excitement. She had committed: it would happen sometime in the next week. She was finally going to experience the bondage dreams she had tried to replicate when she was alone, tying herself up on the floor of her dorm. It was fun, but she had never felt like a true damsel-in-distress. Finally, after all these years, she would get to experience it.
Four days later, Fanny was returning to her dorm from cheer practice. The last thing on her mind was bondage, she was tired and sweaty from practice. She hopped into the shower and cleaned up, dried off and got changed. She put on a university hoodie, a very short pair of shorts, slipped into a pair of ankle socks and pulled her dyed hair back with a headband. Then she sat down at her desk to finish the paper she had due that Friday.
She put on headphones and had music playing loud while she worked, so she never heard as the window across the room behind her slowly slid open, then the sound of two hooded figures slipping inside. They were dressed in all black, blending into the dark and wore ski masks, concealing their faces. They both held duffel bags, one filled with rope and tape, the other with a couple of changes of clothes.
Fanny was oblivious as the men snuck up behind her. One of the men silently took a picture of her as he approached, then held up his hand, counting down from five. When he got to zero, the other man pounced.
“Wha-MMPH!!” The man ripped her headphones off while grabbing her over the mouth to mute her. Fanny genuinely fought her attacker for a minute before remembering that she had requested this happen. Her room was pitch black, void of all light besides her laptop, so she couldn’t see anything. Her eyes had been adjusted to the brightness of her laptop, so she was effectively blind while her attacker’s eyes were plenty adjusted.
The first man pushed her to the ground and opened his bag, pulling out coils of rope. He quickly pinned her down and began tying her hands together behind her back as she struggled, albeit much more quietly now, going along with the terms she had agreed to. The second man stood back, taking pictures from a bunch of different angles.
“Take her sweatshirt off”, the cameraman whispered in a hush. Fanny heard it and got deeper into the role she was playing, trying to enjoy it as much as possible. The first man pulled her hoodie off, revealing Fanny’s sports bra she had on. He also pulled her shorts off, leaving her in her underwear. She felt her face burn red as she was manhandled like this, but she was incredibly turned on at the same time. She was at the mercy of these two men and they were tying her up, whether she liked it or not.
The first man worked with the rope expertly: he tied off Fanny’s wrists, then set about turning it into a box-tie. He looped rope above and below Fanny’s breasts, making them pop out. She flushed even redder as her body was subjected to this embarrassment, loving every moment of it. He frapped every coil he created, tightening everything down incredibly tight, tighter than Fanny had ever managed to make her self-bondage ties.
In minutes, Fanny’s entire upper body was secure. The man moved on to her legs, wrapping rope around her ankles, calves and knees. He left her socks on and briefly tickled her feet through the ankle socks, making her squirm and gasp into his hand (that was still held over her mouth). Throughout the entire binding process, the second man continued to take photos, of the bondage, of Fanny, of the light tickling, of the hand pressed over her face… At this point Fanny could see the cameraman now. When she noticed him, she flushed even hotter. Her embarrassment was being recorded and was going to be put online for all to see. Nothing she could do now, she was at their mercy.
The man looped another rope between her ankles and pulled it up to her box-tie, securing her into a tight hogtie. Fanny gasped at the expertise and rapidity that the man did this with.
The first man reached back into the duffel bag and pulled out a roll of duct tape next. “Go find some socks or something”, he whispered to the cameraman who nodded and stopped photographing to search Fanny’s dorm. He quickly found the dirty clothes that Fanny had changed out of before showering and picked out the pair of white ankle socks she had worn all day. Fanny grunted in disgust, she had been filthy when she had finished cheer practice.
The man returned and tossed them to the man next to Fanny. He pulled his hand off of Fanny’s mouth and shoved both socks in, making her gag from the taste. He wrapped the tape around her head over the top of her hair and all over her face, securing the socks in her mouth. Fanny moaned, loving the feeling of being properly gagged and being unable to remove it.
Finishing the tying process, the man put away the extra rope and tape. He put all the extra restraints into the second duffel bag they had brought. The man began another flurry of pictures as Fanny was picked up by the first person and set down inside the duffel bag, He zipped it shut, tightening the straps on the outside, effectively sealing Fanny in her own tight bondage fantasy.
After she was hidden away did the men pull their ski masks off. They quickly changed out of the all-black clothes they wore and put on the change of clothes they had brought to blend in with the other residents of the dorm. After everything was finished, they picked up Fanny in the bag, opened her door, and left, locking it behind them.
They took Fanny over to a van parked near the dorm building. They set her in the back and hopped in, leaving the campus. Fanny wondered where they were taking her and what they would subject her to when she got there. The terms and conditions had listed a ton of things and she knew that since she was their actress/model, they would probably do a ton of stuff to her for the content.
Arriving somewhere on the edge of town, the van parked. One of the men picked up Fanny and brought her inside a building. Once inside they opened the bag and subjected her to plenty of bondage fun. They ran through almost the entire list of options that future customers had: tickling, spanking, poking, squeezing, clamps, pads, toys, earplugs, gags… the list went on and on. When they finally loaded her back into the van and dropped her off near campus, still in her underwear, it was nearly morning.
The exhausted but incredibly happy Fanny slowly stumbled back to her room in her socks and underwear, hoping she didn’t run into anyone in the exposed position she was in: only wearing her underwear and with rope creases all over her body. When she returned home, she passed out on her bed and slept the day away, dreaming amazing bondage-filled dreams.
Two Months Later…
Fanny sat on her bed, flipping pages in a photo album. After her bondage experience, the company had sent her the photos from her experience, but not just the photos. As a thank you, they had created a scrapbook for her with her entire ordeal between the covers. She treasured this book more than anything else she owned, it reminded her of the greatest experience she had ever had in her life. She had loved it so much that she had decided that once she graduated, she was going to pay for the experience again.
She set aside her book and began to get ready for her evening run. Every night she had taken to going for a run: it let her clear her head after a long day. Fanny put on a black pair of leggings and a hoodie, then tied her running shoes on. She left her room and hopped in her car to drive to where she planned on running.
There was a nice nature area just on the edge of town that she liked to run at. There were some trees and some trails that wove through the forest, giving an eerie effect at night. She parked in the parking lot, took a swig from her water bottle and started her run.
She planned on doing three or four miles. There was a certain loop she always did that took her through some of the thickest forest and trees in the nature area. About two miles into her run, she picked the pace up to wind through the section, taking corners fast and hopping over rocks. Fanny was winded but happy, she loved the feeling of hurling blindly through the dark trees, guided by her headlamp.
She stopped in a clearing to catch her breath before she plunged back into the forest. She decided to take a longer break and she laid down on the soft grass of the clearing, looking up at the clear sky. It was dark and the stars were shining brightly.
Fanny was lost in her thoughts, unaware of her surroundings. If she had been paying attention, she would have noticed that two people had followed her the entire length of the trail. They both wore black clothing, but they didn’t bother covering their faces this time. The first, who had black hair and was rather tall, held a duffel bag, while the other (much shorter and with brown hair) wheeled a suitcase with large wheels behind him. They snuck up near Fanny and were about 10 feet away when she noticed them.
“OH!” she said, startled. “Wha-” she began to stand up when the first man dropped his duffel bag and dove at Fanny. Fanny screamed when he made contact, both crashing to the ground. “HEY! WHAT ARE YO- MMMPPHHHHH!!!” the man shoved his hand over her mouth, pinning her down to the ground using his body.
“Fanny! Be quiet!” the man said, before removing his hand. Fanny paused, then whispered “How do you know my name?” She looked up and saw the man smile.
“Thanks for letting me know you’re Fanny!” and he pressed his hand back over her face.
“MMPPPH!!” Fanny bucked and twisted on the ground, wrestling with the man. He was much larger than her and easily kept her pinned down. She cried out into his hand as the second man unzipped the duffel bag and pulled out a coil of rope. Fanny saw him and began fighting harder, screaming into his hand for help. The man who had spoken pulled her hands back behind her and held them in place while the other man quickly wrapped rope around them. Fanny struggled and screamed as loud and as hard as she could, but the combined strength of the two men prevented her from doing anything. Once her hands were bound behind her back with expert quality, her battle was hopeless. The man quickly tied her ankles in a similar manner, then both stepped back to watch her struggle, the simple bindings around just her wrists and ankles.
“HELP! HELP! SOMEONE PLE-”
“Alright, you’re gonna have to stop if we are gonna leave you ungagged”, the first man said. “Nobody is around anyways. We’re a couple miles deep into the forest, who else would be here?”
Fanny stopped her screeching, staring at the pair in fear. She could have stood up and tried hopping away since her current bindings weren’t very restrictive, but she knew they would just grab her and bring her back. “Who are you?”
“That’s funny. I thought you would recognize us”, the man with black hair said. “Your apartment, a few months ago? Around midnight?”
Fanny froze, her mind slowly turning its gears. “You mean…”
“Oh yeah. That’s us.”
“But… I didn’t order anything else…” Fanny began to relax, these people were professionals.
“We know”, the man with brown hair said. “We’re being commissioned by… someone else now. Those pictures you let us take turned out to be very profitable, in more ways than one…”
Fanny felt a twinge of fear. “Someone else? Who else knew I ordered your… service?” she asked, flushing. She had never openly spoken about her kink with anyone, ever. It was unusual speaking about it now.
“Oh, someone who stumbled across some of those photos on our website…”
“And… they wanted more photos?” Fanny asked hopefully. If she was in for another bondage-filled night, she would happily go with it. She didn’t even need to pay them again!
The taller man looked at his companion. “I would say a little more than pictures…” he laughed. “Our commissioner wanted to see you bound in a very special way… and be delivered to them that way.”
Fanny paled. “De- delivered?”
He laughed again. “I don’t know how to break it to you, but this isn’t a lighthearted night of bondage anymore.” The men approached Fanny again, both holding coils of rope. “And our ‘commissioner’ wanted you bound very… specifically.”
Fanny started scooting away as well as she could, her wrists and ankles bound so tightly together. “Now guys… just wait a second… what are you-MMPHH!!” the brown-haired man pressed his hand over her mouth again, silencing her. Fanny began to struggle again, shouting into her gag, trying to escape his grip.
“...very specifically”, the black-haired man continued. “He wanted us to bind you simply, then let you know exactly what he wanted us to do, as we do it.” The man knelt down next to Fanny’s bound feet. “And he wanted us to start with your cute little footsies!” Fanny screamed into her gag, kicking her bound legs to try to keep him away. The man nimbly grabbed her feet and untied her running shoes, pulling them off. Fanny wore white ankle socks that the man softly tickled, watching Fanny squirm and pull her legs away.
“He wanted us to gag first, and what better thing to gag you with than your own socks!” He reached into the duffel bag and pulled out another pair of ankle socks. “We held onto these from your dorm”, he explained with a smile. “I don’t think they’re gonna taste pleasant, especially after 2 months…” The man silencing Fanny lifted his hand just long enough for Fanny to open her mouth, giving the other man the opportunity to shove them in. Fanny gagged on the terrible taste, moving her head back and forth to try to escape the man’s grip. Before she could react, wraps of duct tape were woven around her head, securing the socks inside.
“MMMMMMMNNNNN!!” The socks were pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth as more and more tape was added, forcing her jaw wider and making her snort through her nose to breath. “nuhh… nuhh… mmmnnnnuuhhh…” Fanny gasped for breath through her nose, trying to cope with the tightness of the gag.
“Our friend wanted more than just the tape as well… I hope he likes our choice…” Fanny glanced over, her eyes watering from the gag. She saw the black-haired man reach into the duffel bag and pull out a leather panel gag. Her eyes widened as she recognized it. She had one in her own stash. Putting that on over the tape would make the gag even worse.
“MMMmmmmmnnnuhhh!! MMmmnppphhh!!” Fanny twisted to try to escape the shorter man who, no longer needing to keep her silenced, was dedicating both his hands to her shoulders, keeping her seated and pinned down. The taller man leaned down and expertly put the muzzle on, cinching the straps down. There were straps that circled around the back of her head, above her head, around her neck, down under her chin… even with her hands free Franny likely couldn’t get it off.
“Nuhh… nuhh… nuhh…” she was working twice as hard to breathe now: the smell of leather overpowered her senses, her head being crushed from all sides by the straps. She kept struggling, feebly trying to get away from the man. Even with how simple her bindings were, she was restricted enough that the man holding her hardly had to work. Especially with how preoccupied she was with her gag.
“Some decorations!” The man leaned down next to her head again. Fanny heard several faint clicks as he secured small padlocks down on each of the buckles holding the straps. Now Fanny definitely wouldn’t be able to get it off, even with her hands free.
“Now that you’re gagged, let’s get the rest of your restraints going!” The man dragged the duffel bag over towards Fanny. “Let’s get you stuck so we can both work on you…” he pulled out a short length of rope and flipped Fanny onto her stomach. He pulled her into a tight but simple hogtie, tying off the rope as her already-pressured face was pushed down into the ground. “There”, he said, tying off the rope. “Now you can’t get up!”
He was right. The simple length of rope securing Fanny into a hogtie meant she couldn’t move at all. She flopped about on the ground as the pair watched her struggle as she moaned into her gag, struggling with every breath.
They laughed together. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” After that, Fanny was subjected to the tightest, most dominating bondage she had ever experienced in her life. The pair of men descended upon her with rope and tape. In her bound state, she could do nothing but feel the men pulling her limbs into place, securing them in more ways than she could imagine. Her legs were first: the men cut her running shorts off to expose her spandex underneath (just as the ‘commissioner’ requested). They tied rope around her calves, knees, above her knees and her thighs, frapping every rope, cinching it down numbingly tight. Fanny fought and struggled all the time, making it as hard for them as possible. As her movement was slowly robbed from her, she knew it was hopeless. But it was all she could do, so she did it.
Her arms were next. One man pinned her down as the other undid her hogtie, then untied her hands. The ‘commissioner’ had requested she be tied in a very special way, something they had to work backwards for before they could fulfill the request. Her arms were pulled up into a tight reverse-prayer before being tied at the wrists, elbows, forearms and upper arms. They pulled her sweatshirt off, revealing her sports bra beneath before they tied a restrictive chest harness, looping rope around her breasts, making them pop out embarrassingly. Rope snaked over her shoulders, around her waist and between her legs, tightening and rubbing painfully as Fanny continued to struggle and scream for help into her gag. Nothing she said was audible, beyond a small amount of moaning. The socks, tape and leather panel kept her gagged more thoroughly than she could have imagined.
The men had more of Fanny’s socks in his bag, these ones longer. He slid a sock over each of her hands, then wrapped her hands in tape, robbing her of what little dexterity she had left from the numbness spreading through her arms and hands. Fanny was now completely bound and gagged, unable to move and unable to call for help. This didn’t stop her from trying: she continued to cry into her gag, snorting for breath through her nose and wiggling on the ground, trying to scoot away from the men.
“Is it suitcase time?” the shorter man asked his partner, smiling as Fanny hopelessly flopped away from them across the grass.
“Yeah, I think that’s all he requested," the taller one responded. “Except…” he reached back into the duffel bag and pulled out three things. He approached Fanny, who saw him coming and redoubled her attempts at escape, screaming into her gag. The only sounds that came out were slightly louder moans.
The first thing the man held was a blindfold. He pulled it over the top of Fanny’s head, then pulled the leather belt tight. The blindfold was a high-quality leather one with a large buckle situated over Fanny’s eyes. He cinched it down tight, making sure it couldn’t be jostled about or accidentally moved. When he let go of her head, Fanny pushed her face into the ground, trying to dislodge it. It didn’t budge.
The second thing was a pair of foam earbuds, usually used for construction sites underneath normal hearing protection. He compressed the foam and stuffed them in her ears, letting the foam re-expand. Fanny realized she was being put into sensory-deprivation and pulled her head away from the man, but not before the foam had sealed her away from the outside world. Fanny could no longer hear or see anything. Paired with the extreme bondage she was in, along with the tightness of the gag, she was overwhelmed. She screamed into her gag and thrashed about, trying as hard as she could to escape the claustrophobic space she was trapped in.
The man watched her struggle for a moment and then applied the third item he had grabbed. He pulled the leather hood down over Fanny’s head, sealing her off even more. Her blue and green hair poked out from under the collar as he tightened the collar down around her neck. Fanny cried out as she was flipped over onto her stomach, then gasped as the leather around her head was tightened, crushing her head even more. She felt the man tie off the laces of the hood, then she felt nothing else. A minute passed, then another minute. Fanny rolled over, completely cut off from the world. She couldn’t see, she couldn’t hear, she could hardly breathe, she couldn’t move… did they abandon her? Were they recording her? Were they going to release her? Fanny screamed and thrashed about in her bondage, crying, praying that someone would let her out.
The men were standing near her, watching her thrash about, the shorter one holding a video camera. Their buyer had wanted a recording of Fanny before she was put away, and the men were only happy to oblige. They smiled as they watched Fanny bounce about on the ground, as the faint moans and gasps sounded from her head as she put all her effort into making as much noise as she could.
“Alright, time to wrap it up?”
“Yeah, he should be satisfied with a 30 minute recording. I don’t know why he would want anything longer than that.”
“Alright, I’ll grab the chloroform.”
The taller man reached back into the duffel bag and pulled out a cloth and vial. He poured a little liquid onto the cloth and held it up against the hood where Fanny’s nose would be. Her struggling slowly died down before becoming still. The man picked her up and carried her over to the suitcase that the other man had opened up and laid out on the ground. The taller man set Fanny down and grabbed more rope, pulling her into a tight ball. He pulled her sock-clad feet up to her butt, and her chest to her knees. He picked up the little leather-and-rope ball and carefully set it down in the suitcase, pushing her head down to make it fit. It was tight: they had brought the perfect-sized suitcase for what their buyer wanted. Zipping it shut, the man took a large padlock and locked the zippers together, securing Fanny inside. Extending the handle and picking up the duffel bag, the pair of men began making their way back to the parking lot.
One week later…
Fanny shifted as she felt the crushing lid of the suitcase be lifted. This had happened only twice before: water had been splashed over her face and poured down a small tube that she hadn’t noticed had been inserted into her gag, letting her re-hydrate. Right after the water was given, she had been sealed back up. She didn’t know it had been a week: she was still locked in her sensory-deprived bondage hell, her whole body cramped and sore from being bound and stuffed in the suitcase for so long.
She felt the lid open, longing for the water that she expected to come. Instead, the suitcase was dumped on its side, sending Fanny tumbling painfully to the ground. She cried out into her gag, praying that someone good had found her. She felt someone fumbling with the laces of the hood and she began to sob, knowing she was about to be freed. The hood was removed, letting fresh, cool air flow onto the exposed parts of her hot, sweaty face. She wiggled her head up and down crying into the gag, egging her savior on.
She felt someone tug at her ear, then reach inside and remove the earplugs. She had been deprived of her senses for so long she weeped when she heard something. She knew she was so close to being rescued, just take off the blindfold and she would be able to see who was saving her…
“Hey Fanny…” Fanny jerked her head, confusion filling her mind. Why aren’t they untying me?
“Long time no see… huh?” ‘Wait… I recognize that voice!’ Fanny thought to herself. ‘That’s my cheerleading coach!’ Fanny yelled into her gag, wriggling her balled-up body, relief that her coach had found her and was rescuing her. “Nuhh… nuhhh!!!!” Fanny begged for him to release her.
Another voice in the room sounded. “Is this suitable for you, Mr. Burns?” Fanny’s relief instantly turned to fear. ‘No, it can’t be…”
“Yes of course. The agreed amount is plenty for her… boy, we are going to have plenty of fun together…”
“MMMMMNNNNNHHHH!!!” Fanny screamed, struggling again. The other voice was the voice of the taller man from the woods! And that meant… “MMMNNNHHHHHGGHGH!!!!” Fanny swung her head about, begging for her coach to release her.
“Tsk tsk, I guess I have to start training you now…” her coach leaned down and pressed the earplugs back into place.
‘NO PLEASE NO’ Fanny thought to herself. She fought as hard as she could as she felt the hood be pressed down over her head and tightened again. She wailed into her gag, pulling at her restraints, trying everything she could to escape as she was put back into the suitcase. She felt the lid close and tighten as it was zipped shut yet again, plunging her back into the bondage hell she had already spent a week in. And she would likely spend the rest of her life like this. In bondage hell.