Elizabeth set her dress out on her bed and looked at it longingly. Tonight was grad ball, a fitting end to her undergraduate career after five years of hard work she was going to graduate as a software engineer. The dress was a deep blue, high low style with a halter neck. She had originally bought it as a bridesmaid’s dress for her friend Amanda’s wedding last summer. Now she was finally going to use it again.

She checked her phone. She had a couple of hours until her boyfriend was supposed to come by to pick her up so she could take her time getting ready. She stretched and went back into her room, pulling her shoes out of the closet and making sure her clutch had her phone and other necessities before tossing it onto her bed. She smiled as she looked around at her things. These events didn’t happen often, so she enjoyed them when they came.

She put on her dress and started applying her makeup, going through the skin routine, eyeliner, eyeshadow and mascara. She finished her lips and brushed her hair out. Adding her accessories, earrings, necklace, her engineering ring and her boyfriend’s promise ring, she sprayed a little bit of perfume to finish things up.

She tossed her hair around, enjoying the feeling of looking good until she opened her eyes and saw someone behind her in the mirror. She jumped, the scream building in her throat abruptly cut off as a choked gasp when she saw the knife he held. “Sorry to spoil what looks to be like a wonderful night out sweetheart, but one peep and I’ll make sure you never make another one again.”

Elizabeth trembled in fear as he pointed the knife at her. “P-please don’t hurt me!”

“If you do what I say girlie, then there won’t be any need to hurt you.”

She raised her hands slowly, unsure of what was going to happen next. The man was big, dressed entirely in black with a balaclava over his face hiding his features except for his piercing eyes that roamed up and down the body of the cowering girl. “Beautiful dress if you don’t mind me saying. Going somewhere tonight?”

“G-grad ball.” She said in a small voice.

The man rolled his eyes. “Great. Got a date?”

She nodded. “My boyfriend is coming to pick me up.”

“What time?” He asked.

Elizabeth looked over at the clock. “6:30.”

It was 5:15 at the moment. “Plenty of time.” The intruder said with a grin. “Well, go get your shoes and put them on.”

She didn’t understand the request, but given that he was holding a knife threateningly in her direction Elizabeth didn’t argue and walked over to her closet to pick up the silver strappy high heeled sandals she was going to wear tonight. Trembling as she sat back down, she strapped them onto her feet and put her hands back in her lap, waiting. The heels were three inches, but she doubted she would be standing in them as she watched him pull coils of rope out of a drawstring bag that he had brought with him. “Please.” She begged. “I won’t move. You don’t have to tie me up, please.”

“Sorry sweetie, not a risk I’m taking here. Hands behind your back.”

Elizabeth trembled, slowly rising and turning to present her wrists to the man. Even in her heels, his bulk dwarfed her. There was no way she was getting around him to the door, or to her phone in her clutch on the bed. Trapped, she meekly submitted to the rope being wound around her wrists. Her captor wrapped several layers of rope before cinching it off, locking her wrists behind her back. For a moment as she twisted her arms to test her restraints, she thought about the opera length gloves she had in her wardrobe and how they might have helped protect her skin from ropes, but too late now.

A tear leaked down her face as her wrists were knotted off and her fingers fluttered uselessly.

“Does it have to be so tight.” She whispered.

“If it’s not tight, it’s not secure. Now be quiet.” He growled.

Elizabeth tested the ropes again, feeling very vulnerable all of a sudden with her hands trapped behind her. Her captor spun her around back to face him before more rope was pulled from the bag, this time looped around her chest. Coils wrapped above and below her breasts, enlarging her breasts noticeably. She looked down and blushed as they were knotted behind her. The man noticed it too. “Very nice. I’m sure your boyfriend appreciates these.”

He reached around and groped her breasts. “Get your hands off me!” She complained.

That got her another handgag. “Didn’t I say no noise?”

She gulped as he pushed her forward onto her bed, landing face first into her white comforter. “Hey!”

She struggled to turn herself over, missing the fact that her captor had walked over to her laundry hamper and dug through it. He grabbed her by the chest ropes and hauled her back into a standing position. “Be a good girl and open up.”

Elizabeth saw the balled up panties in his hand and shook her head, keeping her mouth shut. “Bitch I said open!”

Her captor grabbed her hair and yanked, causing her to cry out. It was abruptly cut off by the panties being stuffed into her mouth, followed by a second pair. The packing pressed down on her tongue and caused her cheeks to bulge and she choked on the taste. She heard the ripping of duct tape and tried to turn her head but it was no use. The tape was stuck to her cheek and wound around her head. She was thankful that he lifted her hair to wrap it around her head, but the several rounds of tape were agonizingly tight. She shook her head but it was no use. Her panties were going to stay in her mouth until someone decided they weren’t.

Once she was gagged, he took his time binding her legs. One coil went around her ankles, with a couple loops going under the arches to keep her heels on. Additional ropes above and below her knees and thighs were quickly tied, welding her legs into a single useless limb. “And now for the finishing touches.” He proclaimed as he pushed her down onto the bed and rolled her over onto her stomach.

Elizabeth had a sinking feeling in her stomach as one more rope emerged from his seemingly endless bag and was tied to her ankle ropes. Her legs were then bent until she could feel her heels with her hands and she was placed into a strict hogtie. Her legs almost immediately began to strain from the tension, but she was unable to extend her legs out due to the nasty hogtie rope. He patted her butt. “Now stay here and be a good girl while I go see what you have here.”

She mmphed in protest but was unable to stop him as he pulled another bag out of his bag of tricks and began walking around the room, pocketing her jewelry, laptop, phone and other things of value. She screamed the best she could but the tape and packing really did it’s job. He glanced at her once, shaking his head before he left the room and went to search the other rooms of the apartment for more goodies. While he was gone, Elizabeth struggled as much as she could in the ropes, her fingers fluttering in the air searching for knots that were just out of her reach. Her struggles resulted in her dress slipping down in the front, her hair becoming a mess and she lay on her side, sweaty from exertion. “I see you’re trying to make some progress.”

She lifted her head up wearily as she saw the robber in the doorway. He stood with a bulging bag, no doubt containing her friend’s valuables as well. “Thank you for being such a gracious host tonight. Au revoir, and I hope you still get to your grad ball.”

He exited the room and closed with a click. Elizabeth whined into her gag as she began struggling some more. Her hair and makeup were likely a mess now and she had no progress in the ropes to show for it. She gave a grunt of frustration as she strained against the ropes again, rolling around on her bed and shrieking as her head went over the edge of the bed. For a second she felt herself suspended over open air. She quickly rolled back onto the bed and took a deep breath. She continued to strain against the ropes for the next little while, approximately half an hour until a knock on her door jolted her out of her thoughts. Kevin! 

Another knock. “Mmmmmmmmphh!” She screamed.

Her gagged screams weren’t very loud so she doubted he could hear her but she had to get it out of her system.

“Elizabeth?”

She heard the front door open and close. “Elizabeth are you ready?”

She tried to scream some more and she heard footsteps coming closer. “Babe? Are you ok?”

Her boyfriend opened her bedroom door and just stared. He cut a very dashing figure in his suit and tie, but Elizabeth had far more pressing things to be thinking about at the moment. Like the fact that she had just been hogtied, gagged and robbed while her boyfriend just stared at her. She glared to try and spur him into action. “Gdh mrr oft f fsh!"

Kevin gaped before walking over. “Elizabeth what happened? Did you do this to yourself?”

He looked rather excited, seeing his girlfriend in a bound, gagged and disheveled state. Elizabeth gave a sigh of exasperation. The things I put up with for love.