Erica’s brow furrowed as she sat at her laptop deep in thought.She was alone in the small house she shared with two friends tonight, one out at a halloween party and the other out with her boyfriend on a date. Halloween was a couple days away and she glanced towards the closet where she had her costume picked out already. In a few days, she will be able to grace the streets and parties in her witch costume of a long black dress, thigh high black leather boots, black leather corset, and long black gloves topped with a pointed witches hat. But until then, she was stuck here, in a cropped tshirt and sweatpants, working on her stupid senior’s thesis.

Thinking about her costume did make her feel a little hot, and she sat up to switch her browser over to private and logged into DeviantArt where she wrote bondage stories as LadyBoundinBoots, with a solid following. She smiled as she called up her current work in progress about Monica, a girl getting ready for a formal ball but instead an intruder breaks in while she is getting ready and takes her captive.

She sat back in her chair with a sigh, her mind wandering very distractedly as she tried to imagine how her character’s struggles would affect what the captor did next. The outfit she had given Monica allowed the character a few ways to fight back, including some dangerous looking heels. She was so engrossed in thought that she didn’t hear her bedroom door creak open ominously behind her.

- - -

Greg almost laughed at how easy it was to break into this house. He’d watched it for a few days now and knew that the girls that lived here kept a spare key under a pot beside the door and that one of them always went out with her boyfriend on friday night. He had seen the blonde get picked up to go to a party, which just left the dark haired girl unaccounted for. Didn’t matter, a single girl could be overpowered and kept out of the way while he went about robbing the place. He pulled his van into the driveway and got out, grabbing his bag of supplies and took a look around. It was late and the usual gangs of college kids going off to parties were nowhere to be seen. Probably at the parties getting drunk. He thought. Didn’t matter, it made his job easier.

Lifting the flower pot, he smiled to himself as he found the key and unlocked the door as quietly as possible. Closing it behind him, he listened for any sounds but it didn’t sound like anyone was home. It was a small house, fairly messy in both the living area and the kitchen but that was to be expected with a group of girls. The first two bedrooms were dark, confirming his earlier observations, but there was a light coming from under the third door. He realized that the third home occupant was indeed home, but he was also prepared for this situation. One girl wouldn’t be a problem. Carefully turning the handle of the door and opening it just a crack, he peeked inside to see the dark haired girl sitting at her laptop, seemingly occupied in her thoughts.

Praying that the door wasn’t old and creaky, he pushed it open enough for him to creep quietly into the room. She was completely oblivious to his approach and unaware of the danger she was in as she typed away at her computer. Just as he walked up behind her, she raised her arms to stretch in a yawn and that was when Greg struck. Wrapping one arm around her outstretched arms and the other hand clamping down over her mouth, he pushed her down in her chair to hold her in place. “Quiet!” He hissed as she squealed in surprise.

She continued to squirm underneath him, giving muffled shouts into the handgag but nothing loud enough to reach outside of the room. “Shut. Up.” He growled at her. “Or I will get real nasty with you.”

Whimpering, she finally stopped moving and settled down, staring up at him over the handgag with wide eyes. “I’m just here to rob you.” Greg told her. “Behave and you’ll just have a story to tell your roommates when you come back. Not a sound, understand?”

Erica nodded her head slowly. Her mind was racing a mile a minute in panic, unsure of what he was going to do to her. “I’m going to take my hand away. Not a sound and open your mouth.”

Greg removed the handgag, keeping it close in case she decided to scream before he dug into his bag for a cloth. “W-what are you-mmmph!”

Her question was interrupted by a washcloth getting stuffed into her mouth. She immediately retched at the taste and tried to push it out but Greg pulled another cloth out and rolled it into a band. He quickly tied a knot in the middle and then pulled it between her teeth and knotted the ends behind her head. Erica let out a low groan of discomfort as Greg pulled her arms behind her back over the back of her chair. Now that he didn’t need to gag her with one hand, he had both hands free to work with her hands. Pulling a coil of rope out of his bag and unspooling it, he doubled it up and made a noose before slipping it over her crossed wrists. He yanked it tight, forcing a yelp out of her as he wrapped it around and around and did some vertical wraps too to cinch it off.

Satisfied that her arms were securely bound, he pulled her to her feet and shoved her over towards her bed. Erica stumbled as she was pushed before a hand in the center of her back propelled her onto her bed face first. Without her hands to stop her, she faceplanted into the comforter of her bed and felt her ankles get grabbed as she struggled to roll over. Greg got another coil of rope out and rolled up her sweatpants before crossing her ankles and binding them.

Now that she was bound and gagged and not going anywhere, Greg took a step back and looked at the girl. She was quite hot. He thought as he watched her squirm, her cropped tshirt had rode up as she squirmed on her side, revealing the bottom of a black sports bra. Really hot. He thought dreamily as she shook her head in an attempt to dislodge her gag.

The sight of her toned body squirming around on the bed gave him another idea. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he dialed one of the other guys he knew in the business. “Hey, Steve? It’s Greg. Remember a few weeks back when you were telling me about that outfit looking for hot girls?”

“Yeah, what about them?”

Greg grinned as his captive froze like a deer in headlights. “Well I’m doing a job at the moment and this cute college girl was home. I’ve got her all wrapped up and thinking that she might fit the bill.”

Those words caused a scream of fright to come from Erica, but gagged as she was it wasn’t very loud. Greg walked around the room, distractedly eying things that he might steal before he looked at the laptop screen. He idly wondered how much the Macbook might be worth on the market before he read what was on the screen and did a double take. At the top of the document on the page was a name that he recognized, and admired as an author. His eyes ballooned and he rubbed his eyes to make sure they weren’t deceiving him before he looked back at the girl on the bed, who stared back with wide, frightened eyes. “Hey, Steve?” He cut off his friend. “I’m going to have to call you back.”

He clicked off the phone and slid it back into his pocket. “So…” He said as he indicated the computer screen. “You like kinky things hm?”

Erica blushed and looked away as Greg walked back over to her and sat down beside her. “What’s on the screen is almost like you were expecting someone to break in and take you captive hm?”

She shook her head but internally, she had been fantasizing about it just a little. She yelped as he slapped her butt, snapping her out of the daze and remembering that this man was thinking of selling her to some shady characters. “I guess I won’t be selling you off.” He said as he stroked her hair. “Instead, you’ll be mine. I’ve always loved your work, and now I’m going to make sure it’s only for me.”

Erica’s eyes went wide as she realized that this man who had broken in was actually a fan of her online persona. "Yes LadyBoundinBoots, I know of your stories. Those well written fantasies, inspired by your thoughts."

Spotting a suitcase in the corner of the room, a lightbulb went off in Greg’s head. “I wonder if your wardrobe follows with what you write into your stories.” He mused as he stood up off of the bed and crossed the room to the closet.

He dramatically flung open the door to reveal her clothing and shoe collection, including the witch costume that hung on the inside of the door. “Halloween huh.” He said with a smile. “I guess you can wear it for me.”

Erica could only helplessly whimper as he continued to inspect her closet. “Oh yes, boots a plenty. Just like everything you write.” Greg grinned. Oh this would be absolutely wonderful.

He walked over to the suitcase and dragged it out, flipping it open and was surprised to see a small stash of bondage supplies in the form of a ballgag, a pair of leather cuffs, several belts, some rope, and a roll of duct tape. He glanced at Erica, who flushed red. “Well, can't say I'm too surprised about this. But I’ll make sure this is a secret.”

He crossed the room back to the bed and used another cloth to blindfold his captive. Erica gave a frightened moan but was helpless to do anything as her sight was cut off. Then for extra insurance, he adjusted her body so she was lying on her stomach and using a short length of rope, connected her ankles and wrists together to pull her into a hogtie. Her back arched a little in the straining position as she rolled onto her side, but now blinded and hogtied she was completely and utterly at his mercy.

Giving her firm butt a squeeze, he returned to the closet and began picking through items that he recognized from her stories and stashing them in the suitcase. Making sure her bondage items were also bagged and packed, he finished packing the suitcase and then found a second one under her bed. He had filled the second suitcase before he remembered that he was here to rob the place. “Don’t go anywhere.” He teased the helpless girl as he wheeled the suitcases out of the room and outside to his van. He grabbed another empty duffle bag from the van and returned, going through the bedrooms of the house and grabbing all the electronics, jewelry, and other valuable items.

But the most valuable item by far was the bound and gagged girl in the last bedroom. Half an hour later, with his burglary completed, he stood over the captive girl who was not in a very disheveled state from struggling in her bonds, but his knots remained secure and she had not made any progress. “Well LadyBoundinBoots.” He grinned, savouring the way it sounded. “You’re going for a ride.”

He couldn’t see her expression, but it didn’t matter with the joy inside of him as he untied the hogtie rope and picked up the girl, slinging her over his shoulder and carrying her out to the van. The only danger was her roommate and her boyfriend returning at some point but he was lucky and he got her to the van without a problem. Erica was set down on the metal floor in the back of the van and her legs pulled back to her wrists to lock her into another hogtie. “Enjoy the ride.” Greg teased before slamming the door shut and leaving Erica to whimper in the darkness as the engine started and she was driven away from her home.

- - -

Hours later, Greg was reclining on his couch with his feet up on the coffee table, drinking a hot chocolate as he enjoyed the sight in front of him. His favourite bondage story author was now in bondage and helpless to do anything except write stories for him, and maybe a few other things for his own amusement. He mused as he took another sip and drank in the sight.

After arriving back at his house, he had carried her to the guest bedroom where he had set out an outfit for her to wear. Untying her and forcing her to dress, she had stripped out of her tshirt and track pants into leather leggings, a long sleeve tunic top and knee high boots. She was now secured to a heavy dining room chair with rope. Her booted ankles were bound together and tied to the center spar of the chair, keeping them off of the floor to prevent her from moving the chair. More rope at her waist and above and below her breasts pinned her against the solid back. He had then used her own leather cuffs to bind her wrists in front of her, allowing her to reach the laptop computer in front of her with an open Word document. Erica was also currently chomping down on a red rubber ballgag, her perfect white teeth a stark contrast to the red of the gag and her lips but it was a wonderful sight.

A symphony of gagged complaints and squeaking of her leather leggings and boots rubbing against each other played for Greg’s ears as he sat back. Now he had his favourite author exactly where he wanted her: bound, gagged, and all her stories now belonged to him. Life is good. He thought as he sipped his hot chocolate. Life really is good.