by Del Ross

Illustration by ‘The Bishop’

Originally published in Bondage Classics No. 7

Scanned and Transcribed by guardian46w

Stories Codes:  M/f, bdsm, n/con, kidnap, tied, rope, gag, blindfold, hogtie, gift, X

Her reputation had soared since she first visited the club, arriving like a bolt from the heavens to inject sexual eroticism into a stagnant atmosphere.  It was not just her exquisite face and voluptuous figure which drove them wild, but how she dressed.  Over the years, Julie had become an expert on exactly how much to show and how much to conceal.  That which wasn't shown should be apparent beneath ultra-tight, silky smooth material.  Grace and sensuousness were her hallmarks.  She was all woman, both to look at and enjoy.

She knew it, too!  She knew it so well, that sometimes she worried about it.  Why should, a mere female should have the power to reduce a man to that level?  The thoughts were quickly shattered, however, by the sheer savagery of a man's assault and she relished the intimacy and power behind his primeval urge.

It was time to go.  She slipped a flimsy pair of silk briefs over her long legs and eased them into place over her hips, fingering the open crotch in the material as she did so.  It seemed to invite penetration, and it would have later on.  Julie selected a specially made bra from her wardrobe, and fastened it behind her lithe back.  This bra was wired in such a way that her 40" bust was pushed upwards and outwards from the half-cups which acted as a platform for the trembling mounds of flesh.  Julie noticed with satisfaction that each movement she made sent ripples of sensitivity through her twin mounds.  She knew that when she danced in the club, her swinging breasts never failed to excite the eyes transfixed on their enormity.  She adjusted the shoulder straps so that the wired cups were firm and her nipples just peeked over the top, bared to the eyes.

Black tights, again with an open crotch, were eased over her legs and clung like magnets to her smooth skin.  A white sweater, two sizes too small, was maneuvered over her shapely shoulders and bulging breasts to be cinched at her waist with a zip fastener on the tight ultra-short miniskirt she slithered into.  For a final flourish, she picked from her wardrobe, a pair of black six-inch high stiletto heeled boots, knee length.

After brushing her long blonde tresses into shape, she selected a short black rubber cape, with a hood, to place around her shoulders.  The cape barely covered her ample buttocks and zipped up to the neck in the front.  Suitably attired to catch her man, Julie left her apartment to catch the train to the city center, unaware that this Saturday night was to be totally different from her confident expectations.

As she clipped-clopped toward the nearby station, she was also unaware of two darting sets of eyes watching her every movement.  As she boarded the train she wished she had bought a magazine to read as the first stop was nearly fifteen minutes away.  She was the only occupant of her compartment as she unzipped her cape and let it fall to the seat behind her.  She studied her reflection in the window and noticed that her nipples appeared larger than normal, piercing twin dents in the straining sweater.  She also felt her crotch moisten slightly as she made plans for her evening's conquest.

As the train started to move, the door burst open and two young men leaped into her compartment.  Before Julie could do anything, one had clapped a powerful hand over her mouth and twisted one arm behind her back, forcing it high between her shoulder blades.  She squirmed in pain but was told curtly by the other man to keep quiet and nothing would happen to her.  When she agreed, the hand was released from her mouth, but her arm was forced further up her back as a reminder.  Without speaking the second man produced some lengths of rope from his pocket and fashioned a noose in one end.  Julie squirmed again as the man holding her, shifted his position.  He pulled both her arms behind her back, forcing her head between her knees.  He held her secure by the elbows.

She tried to struggle, feeling her knees compress her breasts, but it was useless.  She felt her right wrist grabbed and felt the rope noose slip over it, and it jerked tight.  Her wrist was then pulled taut across her back to her left hip, and the rope was passed around the front of her body from left to right.  Her left wrist was then grabbed and jerked behind her back as far as it would go toward her right hip.  When Julie imagined her arm was about to be pulled out of the socket, the loose end of the rope was wound tightly around her left wrist and knotted.  The grip on her elbows was released and she was allowed to sit up.  Both men sat back, looking at her as she struggled to free her wrists from behind her back.  The more she pulled against the rope, the tighter it became.  Eventually she gave up, resigned to being helpless.  Her breasts heaved from her exertions.



Both men looked briefly at each other and their watches before continuing.  Julie's head was forced once more between her knees and more rope was expertly wound around her wrists and elbows, tying them together tightly so movement was virtually impossible.  A rope noose was dropped over her shoulders as she sat up, once more.  It was pulled tight around her body under her breasts, pinioning her already bound arms to her body.  The rope was wound around her body several times before being knotted tightly at her wrists.

The men seemed satisfied as Julie sat there tightly bound, unable to move her arms or hands.  The rope was like a vise around her, and she realized this was only the beginning.  She noticed that the train was fast approaching the first stop.  So did the men.  They stood her up on her teetering heels and draped her cape around her heaving shoulders and zipped it up tight.  Julie now understood why the men had made sure her arms and hands were tied so tightly.  The bondage was completely covered by the cape so no one could see she was bound helplessly beneath the cape.

The train stopped and, after warning her what to expect if she screamed, the men helped her out of the train.  Julie found it difficult to walk, bound as she was, but the men at her sides kept her balance as she stepped with them into the car park.

One man went to get the car while the other watched her.  While he was briefly looking the other way, Julie made a run for it.  If only she could get back into the station, she thought.  As she ran, she cursed the tight skirt she wore which hampered her steps, and the ropes that hampered her balance.  As she ran in short hurried steps she felt her breasts pounding against the bra cups, but her escape bid was in vain.  Within a few strides, the man had caught up with her and grabbed her by the waist.  As she stood defiantly before him, his hand slid under the cape and squeezed her breast so that she cried out in pain.  He turned her around so her back was to him and felt the ropes under the cape.  They were still secure.  He undid the last knot and deliberately drew it as tight as he could before knotting it again.  Julie winced, when the ropes bit deeper in her skin.

The car roared up and she was bundled into the back seat.  As the car squealed into the night, Julie was set up in the rear seat.  The man with her produced an oversize ball gag which he rammed into her mouth so her jaws were forced wide apart.  The gag was buckled behind her head.  As saliva began to drip from her distended jaws, a leather blindfold was strapped over her eyes.  Gagged and blindfolded, with her arms and wrists securely bound by rope, Julie could only await her fate.

Eventually the car stopped.  Julie was helped out and, as she stood tottering on her stiletto heels, she heard the car accelerate away.  Her shoulder was roughly grabbed by the man with her and she was propelled up some steps, which she negotiated with difficulty, and into a house.

The blindfold was removed and she saw she was in a palatial reception room.  She felt the man's hand under her cape, feeling the ropes for any sign of slackness.  There was none.  Julie saw her reflection in a mirror and witnessed a different view from which she had seen in her own mirror earlier that evening.  She saw a voluptuous, beautiful girl, viciously gagged, with her arms and wrists tightly bound behind her back, accentuating the heaving breasts concealed beneath the short rubber cape.  She saw a helpless girl who, for some inexplicable reason, had been abducted and brought to a strange house.  But, for what reason?

Acting upon a signal, she was propelled by the man into a small antechamber.  Through an open door she could see a luxurious bedroom.  But before she could look for more she was roughly set down on a large couch to wait.  For what, she didn't know.  For whom, she didn't know.  Within a few minutes, the door opened and a coldly beautiful woman entered.  She was dressed from head to toe in tight fitting black leather garments and a pair of thigh length, stiletto heeled, boots.  Her long black hair caressed her shoulders invitingly.  She was beautiful, Julie thought, but who was she?

The woman approached Julie and beckoned her to stand up, which she did.  The woman padded softly around her, caressing her rubber cape, and feeling delicately her long legs.  She examined the gag, checking if the buckle was secure.  She examined the ropes binding Julie and pulled at them to test their tightness.  She checked the knots, pulled at each one individually.  Finally, she stepped back.

"Hogtie her," She commanded.

The man stepped forward and, in one movement, forced Julie onto the sumptuous carpet, face down.  She felt rope being quickly lashed around her ankles, forcing her booted feet tightly together.  She tried to struggle, but in vain.  When her ankles were secure, the rope was fed through her bound wrists and her ankles were drawn relentlessly to her wrists where they were secured.  Julie writhed on the carpet, but again in vain.  She was gagged and hog-tied.

The man stepped back as the woman knelt down and examined his work.  Julie winced as she pulled at the knots again.  Satisfied, the woman stood up and threw the man a wad of notes.

"Excellent," she said, "You have done well.  There is your money!"

Julie turned her head to watch the man leave and close the door behind him.

"Now, my dear," the woman lisped, "you have taunted my son enough."

Julie mewed through the gag, but that was all.  The woman grabbed Julie's arms and pulled her across the carpet and into the bedroom, leaving her to writhe on the floor by the bed.  She heard the door in the antechamber open.

"You wanted me, Mother?" said a young man.  The woman stood up and straddled Julie so her high heels were on either side of her head.

"Come into the bedroom, Son," she commanded.  "I have a surprise for you!" Julie twisted her head to see who this man was and saw a young pimply faced man walk nervously into the bedroom.  His eyes opened wide behind his glasses when he saw the bound form of Julie by the bed, dominated by his mother.

"Charles," said the woman, "is this the girl you have told me about?  The one you see at the club every Saturday night?"

Charles swallowed hard.  "Yes, Mother.  That's the one!"

"Good," replied his mother, moving toward the door.  "She is now yours to do with as you wish.  Happy Birthday, Son."

Julie watched in disbelief as the woman quietly closed the door, after blowing a birthday kiss to the flabbergasted man.

The End