WARNING! This story contains a lot of nonconsensual bondage, but it isn't super hardcore. Our main character is tied to a chair and she doesnt know how she got there and she's in a little bit of a 'predicament', but it never gets worse than that. Read at your own discretion, and enjoy the story!

Katy slowly came to, her head nodding on her chest. A thick cloud was obscuring her thoughts, making her mind all foggy. She blinked slowly, trying to understand what had happened. She didn’t remember anything at all. She remembered hanging out with her friend Emily the day before, but after that it was all a blur…

She slowly lifted her head, her heart pounding painfully, her skull aching with every beat. She looked up in front of her, revealing the front end of a camera. Katy frowned, confused as to why she was being filmed. The little red light that meant it was recording was on, but she didn’t know why it had been pointed at her.

Katy tried to say something, but for some reason her mouth wouldn’t open. She mumbled confusedly, still trying to shake away the effects of her slumber. Looking at the camera again, she saw that a large screen was sitting next to it, pointing at her. Squinting to look at it, she saw herself, sitting in the chair. Well, ‘sitting’ might be a little bit of a stretch. Katy saw that there were swaths of duct tape wrapped around her body, securing her to the chair.

Once she processed this, her mind snapped awake. Katy cried out as she saw herself struggling in real time. She immediately flushed as she saw the camera and that she was being recorded in this state. She realized that she was wearing no clothes and that the tape was wrapped around her body in a very suggestive way. The tape propped her breasts up nicely for the camera, and her crotch was on display. She pulled at the tape to try to cover herself, but whoever had restrained knew what they were doing.

Katy avoided looking at the video feed, her face burning and her ears bright red. She realized that she had tape wrapped around her whole head as well as her body, which was why she hadn’t been able to open her mouth. Katy cried out into her gag as the tape tore painfully at her skin as she wiggled about, trying to loosen the wraps.

Katy noticed a change on the TV when she made the sound. A small volume meter had spiked up, signaling that Katy’s sounds were being recorded as well. She snorted through her nose, testing it out. She realized a small microphone was taped to her chest, just above her breasts: the perfect height to pick up every little sound she made.

Katy tried pulling her arms, but they were fastened tightly behind her. Her fists were wrapped in more tape, preventing her from picking at the wraps around her body to try to get free that way.

After twenty minutes of exploring her bondage and trying to find a loose wrap of tape, Katy gave in to looking at the TV. She had tried her hardest to ignore the camera since she knew she was on full display for whoever would watch the recording later and there was nothing she could do about it. She flushed anytime she glanced at it, but after twenty minutes of no clues as to where she was, she decided to look closer at the camera and the TV.

Peering closer, Katy saw that the camera was a super nice one: similar to those used on news networks. It had a ton of little knobs and dials and sliders on the side, which Katy assumed had been fine-tuned to catch every little bit of her humiliation.

Looking at the TV, Katy began to inspect the program that was broadcasting her predicament to herself. Looking along the bottom toolbar, Katy saw settings for sound, displays, mixers, tints… and was that a ‘LIVE’ button? And… was it running?

To Katy’s horror, she realized that it was a streaming program. Looking at the side of the screen, she saw messages flowing up, which she realized were people watching her live. When she noticed that, Katy flushed an even hotter red and began crying out into her gag. As if her captor knew she had realized it, they expanded the chat remotely. Katy didn’t know where they were or how they were watching her, but she knew that they were playing a cruel prank on her. Looking at the expanded chat window, Katy’s humiliation grew to anger as she read the messages:

‘Oh, wow, she’s hot all tied up like that’

‘Damn she’s hot’

‘I do love me some good tape bondage’

‘Hey, she noticed!’

‘Finally awake?’

‘pog’

‘Hoooottt’

‘I love those breasts oml’

‘Damn, look at that cute little thing…’

‘is she turned on?’

‘wheres the vibrators?’

Katy screamed into her gag as she read these, which prompted a new flow of messages:

‘Oh yeah, scream louder. Noone can hear you.’

‘I wish she were ungagged, then she could really beg’

‘HOOOTTTT’

‘Beg little girl, beg. We love to hear you scream’

‘Vibrator when?’

Katy was mortified at the instant reaction. She was bound and had a camera pointed at her, with no way to escape, and there were hundreds of… perverts watching her struggle, and enjoying it? Why wasn’t anyone trying to help?

At that moment, Katy noticed a sticky note attached to the bottom edge of the TV. Leaning forward and squinting, Katy read the message with more and more dread. 

It was a series of numbers, followed by degrees symbols. They were… coordinates. Underneath them, her captor had scribbled in marker: ‘BEG BABY BEG’.

Katy cried out in frustration, pouring her anger out against her bonds as she bounced up and down in the chair. If she could communicate her coordinates even while being gagged, who would show up? Would it be one of the perverts that was watching her now? Would it be the police? Katy knew that she was in for a long struggle, especially as she saw that the TV now flashed a new tab.

Squinting at it, Katy saw it was a donation. A fifty dollar donation had been made with the message ‘Time to squirm :3’. Just as it came in, Katy lurched her body as she felt a powerful vibrator begin to vibrate away inside of her. She hadn’t even noticed it was there before, but she knew it was there now. Katy immediately felt herself approaching a climax, and she told herself ‘I will not let myself go in front of all these freaks online’. Just as she came to the knife edge, the vibrator stopped, leaving her sucking in air through her nose, her face flaming red as she read the new flow of chat messages.

At that moment another donation came in. Katy braced herself for another onslaught of the vibrator, and when it kicked in, she knew she needed to get those coordinates out fast. As she bucked against her restraints, her task ahead of her slowly became larger and larger in her mind…

Thanks for reading! This is Day 3 of Kinktober2024, so there will be more stories coming!



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