Hanna bounced up the stairs to her room in the farmhouse to grab a couple things. The 18-year old was dressed in a blue and white checkered shirt, wide black belt, brown leather riding gloves and faded jeans tucked into brown cowgirl boots. Her father had taken the two horses this morning to another stable and left her alone to do her chores in the barn. Having spent most of the morning cleaning out the stables and moving things around the house, she was finally done and had changed out of her grubbies into her cowgirl outfit. As she stood in front of the mirror admiring herself, she looked out the window at the barn. Her father had been storing a pair of racehorses for a friend for the past week which were apparently quite valuable and hence why they had been hidden here at her parents farm. Now that they were gone, the barn was temporarily empty and she intended to take full advantage of that fact.
Retrieving a gym bag from the back corner of her closet, she ran back outside down to the barn. Checking to make sure none of the stablehands had returned and that the property was empty, she dropped her bag off in the corner of the barn on a stool near a couple posts and hooks dangling from the beams above her. She had cleared out this area earlier during her chores, preparing it for her own time. Skipping back into the farmhouse, she went to the freezer and moved aside several bags of frozen chicken fingers to allow her to grab her objective. When she pulled her hand back out, in it was an ice cube with a key frozen solid inside. The key was on a string, allowing her to hang the key later. Making sure the house was all locked up, she left and walked back down the dusty road to the barn. The weather was cloudy, which was ideal for her since she didn’t want the barn to be incredibly hot and stuffy when she tied herself up for the next couple hours. Entering the barn and closing the door behind her, she headed back to the corner that she had set up. Shadows cast by the beams around the barn made it look a little ominous, but she would also be partially hidden if someone did a quick glance into the barn later.
First she took the string attached to her frozen handcuff key and stood on her tiptoes to toss the loop over one of the hooks hanging down. She missed the first two times, but succeeded on the third attempt. Third time’s the charm. She thought. Hanna next unzipped her bag, revealing several coils of ropes, bandanas and other various toys that she had secretly been collecting for months. Time to get started.
Her legs were first. Selecting a coil of light brown rope that was smooth to touch, she unfurled it and doubled it over. Threading the loose ends through the loop and pulling it tight around her cowgirl boots, she began wrapping the rope around and around. The rope was then cinched and knotted crisply. Hanna noted how the rope dented the leather of her boots but it would look like wear in the future so she dismissed it. Another coil was tied around her boot tops, then a third at her thighs. Hanna felt like a mermaid as she stood up fully and admired her bound legs. Her next moments were not so graceful as she tried to take a step towards her duffle bag and immediately toppled over onto the ground. She let out a shriek and flailed as she landed on the hay that covered the barn floor, blushing red in embarrassment. Thankfully no one was around to see her brush herself up and push herself back up to a standing position.
Hopping back to where her bag was perched on the stool, she dug through it for the next stage of her bondage. Two bandanas were the result of her search, one which she scrunched up into a ball and stuffed it into her mouth. Using her fingers to force it in, the bandana filled her entire mouth and caused her cheeks to puff out slightly. Satisfied with the stuffing, she picked up the second bandana and folded it into a band. She pulled the band between her teeth and pulled it tight, knotting it off at the back of her neck. “Mmmmph.”
She gave an experimental cry, testing the effectiveness of her gag and enjoying making gagged sounds. The bandana quickly sucked up all the saliva in her mouth and Hanna was suddenly thankful she had drank lots of water before she started this.
With her legs bound and mouth gagged, only her hands were left. She pulled out a pair of handcuffs connected by a chain and snapped the cuff around her right wrist. Taking a deep breath, she closed the second cuff, locking her hands in front of her. Hopping over to another hook that was dangling from the ceiling, she raised her hands and swung the chain of her cuffs towards the hook. She missed. Grunting in frustration, she swung again and this time succeeded in looping her handcuff chain over the hook. The hook was high enough that she was forced to stand on her tiptoes, which was going to be uncomfortable in an hour or so with her boots, but it was all part of the thrill of helplessness.
Now securely bound, gagged, and helpless, Hanna began fantasizing. She had been out riding when she had come across some cattle rustlers. Despite her bold stance, she’d been taken by surprise by one of the men and bound and gagged. Thrown over the back of one of their horses, she’d been carried back to their base of operations and strung up in a corner as the men debated her fate. Hanna began to squirm some more, twisting and turning despite the cuffs biting into her wrists. Next, she’d been walking to the stables for horse riding dressed as a cowgirl when she’d been surprised by some equestriennes from a rival sorority. Upset with a cowgirl riding their horses, the snotty brats had grabbed some rope from hooks in the barn and tied her up. Now she writhed helplessly, tethered to the ceiling as the horses were led out of the barn and into the bright day outside. She was broken out of her fantasy by a man’s voice outside of the barn. She froze. No one was supposed to be back on the property today!
Her blood ran cold as she heard footsteps outside. They were heavy footsteps too, and more than one set. The barn door slowly creaked open, squeaking as sunlight poured into the barn. Hanna could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears as the doorframe was taken up by a large man. He looked around the barn, not seeing her initially as he entered the barn and was followed by a smaller man. Both men wore work boots, jeans and flannels unbuttoned over white tops. They looked like thugs, but were likely from around here the way they dressed and moved. Holding her breath, Hanna started straining for the handcuff key that was now melted and hanging exposed on its string. She had to shift her body to get to it and she was scared that her handcuff chain would rattle and expose her. She extended her body the best she could but her fingers fluttered short of the key. Her luck ran out when the smaller man scanned the room and spotted her in the corner despite the shadows. “Well, well. What do we have here.”
Hanna screamed into her gag and renewed her struggles, trying desperately to grab the handcuff key that was just out of her reach. Noticing her actions, the men grinned and strolled over leisurely, knowing that Hanna was helpless even if she got her handcuffs off. “You won’t be needing this anytime soon doll.”
Hanna cried out as the larger man grabbed the thawed handcuff key and yanked it off its string. “Well, a cowgirl decided that she was tired of roping a calf and decided to rope herself up?” The man leered at her.
The other man had walked away to investigate the barn, but Hanna was far more concerned with the man that was currently standing in front of her. “Oh a bag of goodies.” He said as he poked through her bag. “Let’s make you more comfortable.”
The lustful look in his eyes made her shiver as he grabbed coils of rope and approached her. Chained as she was, she had nowhere to run as he made a loop and wrapped it around her waist. He fed the rope between her bound thighs, taking advantage of her current state to feel her up between her legs. Hanna screamed in outrage but was helpless to do anything about it. She was completely unprepared for the man taking the rope between her legs and yanking up hard before tying it off around her waist. Screeching into her gag as she tried to squirm, all of her movements made the rope rub in an annoying way, much to her discomfort. While she was distracted, the other brute had returned from his investigation of the rest of the barn and spoke in a hushed tone with the one that had just tied the crotchrope onto her. They directed their gaze towards her for a moment before they stepped back to talk some more. Hanna tried to strain her ears to listen, but the rope that was currently digging into her crotch was too distracting. After a minute, the men walked back and undid her gag, allowing her to spit out the bandana that had been filling her mouth. “Let me go!” She demanded.
He ignored her. “Where are the horses?”
Hanna was shaking in fear but she attempted to play dumb. “What horses?”
The second man walked up behind her and grabbed her ponytail, wrenching her head back and causing her to cry out in pain. “Don’t play stupid.” He said in a menacing voice. “We know the horses were in this barn. So how come we get here and just find you?”
“Ow ow ow! Ok ok, they were here until this morning.” Hanna relented as her body was stretched from her cuffed hands and her head being pulled back. “They were moved out this morning.”
The shorter man let go of her hair and stared at his partner. “Shit.” He muttered. “What we gonna do now?”
The larger man looked deep in thought for a bit. “How about we take her instead. She’s worth something.”
Hanna froze. “No!” She screamed as she struggled in his grasp.
The man behind her covered her mouth, muffling her cries as the other grabbed the bandanas that had gagged her previously. “Open wide.” He said with a sadistic grin.
The massive palm that was handgagging her gripped her jaw and wrenched it open. Hanna gurgled as she struggled to close it, but was helpless to prevent the bandana from being rammed home. The cleavegag was pulled between her lips again and knotted, tighter than before and pulling against the edge of her mouth. As she tried to dislodge the gag, the men reached up and used the key to unlock her handcuffs.
Once freed from the cuffs, she immediately tried to fight back. But with her lower body bound and two strong men holding her, she was in no position to escape. After some furious scratching and clawing, they finally grabbed a hold of her and yanked her wrists behind her back. She grit her teeth as the coarse fibers of the rope scratched her skin where her gloves could not protect her. Coils were wound around and around her wrists before they were cinched off and secured. More coils were wrapped around her elbows, thrusting out her chest. This did not go unnoticed by the man standing in front of her, who’s eyes lit up and he immediately began groping her breasts. Hanna angrily glared at the man, who was oblivious to his victim’s discomfort as he continued to squeeze and pinch her nipples, causing her to yelp. Satisfied, they took another long rope and wrapped it around her upper body above and below her breasts. Finishing the harness, the man that had been groping her started to undo the buttons of her shirt, exposing her white bra. “Hey come on, let’s get her finished up and out of here before someone comes back. You can play later.”
“Fmmmmmk fffff” Hanna yelled into her gag as she struggled in his grip.
Her struggles had caused her shirt to ride up, exposing her belly. Her captors simply laughed at her. Some more digging through her bag of toys revealed a leather collar which was buckled snugly around her neck despite her attempts to dodge it. A short rope was tied to the ring on the front as a leash and the brute holding the other end pulled, forcing her to hop forward. Each hop put a heavy strain on her calves and her captors noticed the other main problem. “She’s too slow.” The one holding her leash grumbled. “Just untie her ankles, the knee ropes means she can’t run far.”
The other grudgingly obliged and the ropes around her ankles were undone, allowing her to take small steps and they quickly took advantage of it by pulling her along out of the barn. Hanna struggled to keep up, as everytime they felt she was going too slow they would tug on her leash, jerking her forward. They made their way down the trail behind the barn towards the edge of her property. In her boots, Hanna made slow progress as she constantly stumbled on the uneven ground as they dragged her along the road. After about 15 minutes of walking, they reached a pickup truck where a third man was waiting. He was bigger than the other two, a real mountain of a man and seemed very confused that his men were dragging a tied up and struggling cowgirl on a leash instead of horses but soon the confusion was replaced with anger. “What the hell did you idiots do? I told you to grab the horses, not the damn rider!”
The man holding her leash shrugged. “There weren’t no horses boss. They got moved out this morning. Just this pretty cowgirl.”
This seemed to make him angrier. “So there were no horses, which is what we are here for, and you just decide to nab the daughter? We aren’t here to kidnap anyone!”
The two men seemed confused. “Boss she was already tied up in the barn. Did it to herself it seems, she was easy pickings.”
The boss finally glanced her way. Hanna met his look with as harsh a stare that she could make, but given that she was bound and gagged it was unlikely it had any intimidation behind it. “Tied herself up huh.” He inspected her and Hanna had a distinct feeling of being a cattle being inspected. “Leave her with me. Go back to the house and see if there’s anything to take.”
Her leash was handed over and the two men headed back towards the farmhouse. “Well miss, a change of plans for us is bad news for you. Come along.”
Hanna attempted to dig her heels in and resist, but the boss was too strong for her and eventually she was forced to walk or topple forward. With her hands bound she would not be able to catch herself so she reluctantly followed him towards the parked horse trailer. The back was down and she was led up the ramp into the back, which was empty except for a couple piles of hay. She wrinkled her nose at the smell but realized that she’d better get used to it as she was forced down onto her knees. A coil of rope was taken from a hook on the wall and used to bind her booted ankles together. She bit into her gag as the ropes were knotted off, tight enough that she could feel them through the leather of her boots. Then she was pushed down onto her stomach. “Fitting a cowgirl like you gets hogtied.”
Hanna let out a yelp as her feet were pushed towards her hands, knowing exactly what was coming as she had seen some rodeos before with her father. Feeling her boot heels pushed against her butt, her ankles were tied to her wrists and knotted off, keeping her in the strained position. Finally, her leash was fed through a bolt in the floor keeping her head close against the floor. The boss stepped back to admire his handiwork at the bound cowgirl, who could barely twitch in her bonds.
As a finishing touch, he took another bandana and tied it over her eyes. Now plunged into darkness, Hanna could only whimper and rock back and forth as she heard him exit the trailer and close the back with a thunk. The click of a lock sounded, sealing her inside her wheeled prison. Hanna finally let her emotions out and sobbed quietly in the darkness, knowing that she wasn’t getting free unless someone found her.
To be continued...