As Lily pulled into the driveway of her home and drove into the garage, she felt a very big sigh of relief. The two hour drive back home from college was exhausting at the end of a long week of classes and she was just really looking forward to sleeping in her own bed tonight and a home cooked meal from her mom. Singing to herself as she grabbed her backpack and duffle bag out of the car and letting herself into the house, she toed off her Converse and padded into the kitchen to look for food.
On the kitchen table was a roll of duct tape that caused her to involuntarily shudder. It had been two weeks since the events at Emily’s apartment when the intruder had broken into the apartment and tied up her and her friends and none of the girls had really talked about it. They had spent the next several hours getting felt up, groped, violated, and humiliated as the man exposed their breasts and played with their bodies.
In the late hours of the night, he had finally been satisfied and left, leaving the girls’ valuables much to their surprise. It had taken another half an hour for Catherine to pick the knots binding Jennifer’s wrists, allowing her to free herself and begin untying others as they called the cops. The cops had arrived, talked to each one of them, taken statements, and then left as the boyfriends began arriving to comfort their girls. Lily had overheard that the man may have been connected to some other robberies in the area, where girls had been left bound and gagged and robbed. This was the first instance where nothing had been taken, but it had left the girls shaken. Lily had spent the rest of the night curled up against Michael, not sleeping really and she doubted he did either out of concern for her. In the morning, over the breakfast that he had made her, she had spilled out everything about what had happened to her boyfriend. She had offloaded everything off of her chest, how she felt, what was done to her, everything. He had listened the entire time and comforted her, and then Lily told herself she was going to move past it. She was more thankful that the intruder had not gone further, as a roomful of attractive girls he could have chosen to rape any one of them, but did not.
Lily bit her lip as she tore her gaze away from the tape and went over to the fridge to get a glass of water. As she gulped it down, her mind wandered to the red ballgag that was now tucked into a pocket of her backpack. She wasn’t sure why she kept it, but she had on impulse slipped it into her bag before leaving Emily’s place and it had been hidden away for the two weeks since. Something had been eating away at her, about how the ropes and gag had felt and the feeling of helplessness, but she didn’t want to admit that she enjoyed the helpless feeling. She doubted anyone else would understand that feeling, but she also thought back to when the intruder had noticed that Catherine seemed to know what she was doing when tying up Jennifer. That offhand comment had made her curious what her friend did when she was off at shoots, or if Catherine was just kinky in the bedroom. Clearly she was hiding something from the rest of them.
Lily shook her head to get rid of the thoughts and walked into the living room. Flopping down into one of the comfy chairs, she flicked on the TV and flipped through the channels to see if there was anything worth watching. Eventually she found a Marvel movie and decided to let it play in the background as she pulled her phone out to scroll through her messages and social media. In just a tank top and denim shorts, she felt like she could just relax for the rest of the afternoon and evening until her parents came home that night.
The first sign of something going wrong should have been the shadow that appeared on the wall behind the TV, but Lily was so engrossed in her phone she didn’t realize something was wrong until a meaty hand clamped down over her mouth. She dropped her phone in shock, her hands immediately flying to grab onto the hand and arm that held her face in a vice grip.
Her cry of surprise was heavily muffled by the handgag as the intruder’s other hand grabbed a hold of her arm and wrenched it behind her. Lily struggled, but with an arm pinned behind her and her one hand not strong enough to free herself from the handgag, she was in a very helpless spot. She whimpered and tried to continue to scream but she could barely hear herself. “Shut up.” A voice growled in her ear
She froze as she heard the male voice in her ear, her mind instantly flying back to two weeks ago when she was being tied up as all her friends squirmed in their bound and gagged state around her. But this time it was different and with a sudden burst of strength she tore her head free of the handgag and screamed, “HEEEL-MMMMPH!”
Unfortunately for Lily she barely got a scream out before the handgag returned, muffling her cry as she struggled some more in his grip. “Stupid girl.” The intruder hissed. “I’m not going to rape you, but if you keep acting up I’m going to have to take some drastic measures.”
His words caused Lily to freeze for a moment, just enough time for him to grab her other arm and gather both of her slim wrists in a single hand. He pulled her up out of the chair and kicked the back of her knees, forcing her to kneel. “I’m going to take my hand away.” He said. “And you are going to be quiet. Make a sound and I will make you regret it, understand?”
Lily trembled, the fight beginning to seep out of her as she was held in his grip and nodded her head the best she could. “Good girl.”
The hand was removed from her mouth and after a moment of him fidgeting with something behind her, she heard the ripping of tape. “NO!” She cried out as she felt a sticky strip on her wrists. “Don’t tie me up! I’ll behave!”
Despite her outburst, she was unable to prevent the tape from being wound around her wrists multiple times before it was ripped and the end smoothed down, securely binding her crossed wrists behind her back. She leaned forward and struggled, but the tape held strong. “Please!” She begged. “You don’t need to do this to me!”
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as more tape was torn from the roll and wrapped around her lower body. Her tank top had ridden up during her initial struggles, allowing the intruder to wrap tape around her exposed belly and arms, pinning her wrists against her back. Lily sobbed as additional tape was wrapped above and below her breasts, squeezing her upper body and forcing her breasts out into the fabric of her top.
He finally seemed to get tired of her whining and complaining and balled up a washcloth in his hand. “Open up.” He commanded.
Lily eyed the washcloth and knew immediately what it was for. “No you can’t please I’ll be quiet I’ll-owwwwwwmmmmmmph!”
She was interrupted by the man grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking, wrenching her head back and leaving her mouth wide open for him to stuff the cloth home. She immediately gagged as the cloth filled her mouth and tried to use her tongue to push it back out, but the end of the tape roll was soon plastered to the side of her mouth and wrapped around her head, trapping the cloth in her mouth. She winced as the tape wraps trapped and pulled at her hair, winding around and around her head in an ever-tightening grip that covered the lower part of her face from her nose to her chin. Eventually, he seemed satisfied with the gag and tore the tape off, smoothing it down on her cheek as Lily struggled to control her breathing through her nose now that her mouth was completely blocked off.
Now properly gagged, he pushed her down to the floor so she was forced to lie prone as he pulled out the seemingly never-ending duct tape roll and prepared to wrap up her legs. Seeing he was kneeling beside her picking at the roll of tape, she had a flash of energy and kicked out, catching him in the stomach and knocking him over as he was caught off guard. Using her flexibility as a former gymnast, she rolled over and sprang to her feet, racing towards the front door.
Unfortunately for her, she didn’t get very far before her legs were kicked out from under her and without her hands to brace herself, she came crashing down hard on the tiled floor on her shoulder. She let out a short sob before glancing back at the intruder, who was rubbing his stomach as he stalked towards her. “Fucking hellcat.” He grumbled as he fended off her attempted kicks to keep him away.
Despite her best efforts, he did grab her ankles and wrap them up in tape, before continuing up her legs to bind them at the knees and thighs. Pulling her to her feet, he threw her over his shoulder and carried her back into the living room before placing her back down on the carpet. Next, he folded her legs so her heels were pressed up against her butt and wound tape around her shins and thighs, pinning them in place. Lily had a fleeting memory of the hogtie position she had been forced to tie Joyce into, realizing this was the same effect as she rolled around on the floor, unable to rise off of the ground with her legs pinned. “Now stay here while I look around.” He growled before leaving the room.
Lily tested her bonds as she heard him stomping around upstairs in her parents bedroom, probably going through the drawers and looking for valuables. Despite her straining and wriggling, none of the duct tape bonds would budge. Rubbing her cheek against the carpet wasn’t helping either, as the end of the duct tape gag was smoothed down and would require a lot of effort to unwind without her hands, which were securely bound behind her back. Frustrated, she let out a muffled scream before settling back down, her forehead contacting the ground as she admitted defeat to the silver tape holding her prisoner.
Some time passed before he came back into the room with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. Lily recognized it as one of her old gym bags that seemed to be stuffed full of stuff. “Thank you for your hospitality.” He snickered. “I’ll be taking my leave now, you’ll be able to get free when someone comes home.”
With one last glance at the bound and gagged Chinese girl, opened the front door and left the house. Groaning, Lily knew that the only scissors that would be available to her were in a cup holder on the kitchen counter, but with her legs bound as they were there was no way she was getting up to the countertop. Turning her body over to look at the digital clock near the TV, she could see it was only 4:30. Her parents weren’t going to be home until closer to 7, which meant she was going to be stuck in bondage for at least two and a half hours. She sighed through her nose. Why didn’t I just stay at Michael’s like he offered. She groaned to herself as she adjusted herself to try to be more comfortable to wait out the long evening.