Laura’s return: Continuation of Laura’s 72 Hour Hold Part I


A continuation of Gregerbits Laura’s 72 Hour Hold, with permission from the author.

Part 1.

“Laura, Laura, can you hear me?” Those words softly entered Laura Granger’s ears and she snapped out of her drugged state. Her eyes were foggy initially, but her vision cleared in seconds. The young lady found herself in a familiar setting–it was Dr Blymire’s office! But Laura was in a very restrictive beige straitjacket and a red ball gag was clamped between her teeth. She titled her head and saw the skirt she bought for her graduation was missing and she was just in her black thin pantyhose, the crotch strap covering her the front.

“Laura, I’m going to take of your gag now, please no shouting, screaming or it will stay on, alright?” Still a bit groggy, the restrained girl nodded and she unclipped the ball gag, letting the saliva-soaked item hang around her neck. Dr Blyrmire passed a straw and water bottle and Laura sipped water to relieve her dry throat.

“Thanks,” She began, then her eyes turn to an angry look. “What the hell am I doing here again! I thought I was cured. I thought all this was over. Why am I in this freakin’ straitjacket? Why…” she struggled against the jacket, but it only got tighter. She tried to kick, but her hose-covered legs were bound with thick brown leather restraints which were also secured to the chair as well as her straitjacket.

The doctor simply held up a syringe and Laura’s angry look turned into that of a frightened animal. “Laura, please calm down or I’ll have to stun you again. Will you calm down? I’ll explain.” The doctor launched into a long speech how she learnt that Laura made various angry outburst during her college study, swore at her friends and seniors, show disrespect at various times to her professors and even counsellors and nearly burnt down the hall in a fit of rage. “Laura, I miscalculated when I diagnosed you as a bipolar depressive. You mental state needs to be re-evaluated again and mot possibly higher treatment needed. Therefore, I’ve taken the initiative to remand you back here.”

“But…but..this is unfair. I can explain all those times!” Laura protested and tried to give explanations. Dr Blymire simply pulled out sheets which were reports by her classmates and professors on her outbursts and even acts of violence. “Laura, you aren’t cured yet. You’re a danger to society…”

“But I’ve secured a job!” Laura cried then fell silent as the doctor raised the syringe.

“Your interviewer said you raised your voice at times at him and questioned him back. Laura, you will get your job, but right now you need to be cured. Here, please watch this,” she turned on a tablet and Laura’s parents appeared on screen.

“Laura honey,” her mother began, “I agree with Dr Blymire’s findings. Baby you are suffering internally, even if you think you aren’t. You need to be cured completely in order to get on with your life.”

“Sweetie,” her father added, “no father likes to see his daughter in your state but this is the county rule. I trust this doctor and I’m sure you’ll be fine in her hands after a month. You’ll be alright,” he blew a kiss.

“How…” Laura continued, “How can you treat me like this, yanking me off in public view, taking off my new skirt…”

“Laura, county rules are county rules,” the doctor argued. “Besides, you were drugged and brought out via a secluded exit. And the college chancellor also agreed with us beforehand.”

“This is a nightmare…” the young girl wailed but Dr Blymire simply changed the slides on the tablet and showed her what she would experience. Most of the words of the paragraphs were in medical terms and those were alien language to her but she spotted a several prominent words. “I…I have to be straitjacketed and gagged all the time now?”

“You are what we call a level 2 case, Laura. You’ll be kept in a straitjacket and muzzled most of the time unless the tests we given you require you to speak. As you had outbursts and you tend to raise your voice unexpectedly, ou have to be specially silenced. This won’t be beneficial for your own pysch or for the other patients here, many who would also silenced by this method.”

“But won’t this cause harm? I mean won’t my mouth be damaged or something?”

“The gags,” Dr Blymire pointed at the ball gag around here neck, “will be special. They are hypoallergenic, so it won’t cause any bacterial or viral disease and can be worn for many hours, even across days. It won’t affect your breathing; has minute air holes in it but you just won’t be able to speak. As and when you improve, we might stop your gagging.”

Laura shook her head and read on. “I have to be…in diapers?”

“We prefer the term incontinence brief. You will be in them at least at whne you sleep or when you spent long term in you room since we don’t want to undo you straitjacket all the time. Also, some of the drugs you may have to intake have strong diuretics so you will lose your bladder control, not exactly forever.” Laura had no idea what incontinence or diuretics were but was more stunned by how she would be treated.

“If there’s no other questions, we can get started,” the doctor announced.

“Wait, don’t I have to sign some sort of agreement?” She cired in last minute desperation and tried to shift in ther tight cocoon. Dr Blymire simply swiped the screen and Laura saw the signatures of her father and mother, as well as an approval by the College chancellor. Bursting in to tears, she didn’t put up much of a struggle as the doctor placed the ball back between teeth and secured it behind her head. The bonds holding her down were undone and she was swiftly carried out of the office into a side room and brought unsteadily to her feet. After hearing some talking, Laura came face to face with another familiar face.

“Hello again Laura, it’s me Nurse Jodie, hope you remember?” Laura grunted through the gag but again gave an angry look.

“Do do that Laura,” Nurse Jodie said. “Will you be calm?” Laura didn’t change her look thene received an electric shock, causing her to scream a muted scream and buckle down.

“Apologies for that, Laura,” Nurse Jodie said, helping her up. “I hope I won’t have to use that again?”

“Yesmmnurmm,” Laura responnded through the gag.

“Very well. Now, I’ve going to remove this straitjacket and put you a a special one which you’ll wear for your time here. Ok?” Laura just shifted her head as the nurse undid the straps and it came free. The nurse also knelt down to undo her leg restraints then proceeded to rub the young lady’s arms.

“Better Laura?” Laura nodded. “Right, please remove your clothing, pantyhose and all.”

“Mmmph?”

“Please remove your clothes. This time, you’ll only wear a straitjacket and underwear. The straitjacket has inbuilt bra cups.” Bewildered, Laura did so and handed the nurse her blouse and pantyhose. “Everything Laura,” the nurse gestured to the semi-naked girl.

“Plmmm,” Laura called but Nurse Jodie advanced toward her. Shivering from embarrassment, Laura unclipped her bra and tried to cover her breasts unsucessfully. Then her thong black bikini panties were lowered. “Here, you have to wear these,” the nurse handed her what looked like grany-style translucent panties. Just as those came on, the nurse ordered her to raise her hands horizontally. Bit by bit, Laura received a deja vu as a new straitjacket was wound around her. This one contained three straps tight holding her arms against her breasts, while there felt like more straps behind. Then it was completed with the painful and arousing crotch strap.

“Bend down for me please,” Nurse Jodie instructed and she attached new leg restraints for Laura. Back up, Laura felt her ball gag being unlocked. It was not freedom but rather a new gag in the form a a tube with a leather panel was inserted into her mouth and locked again behind her back.

“Please test out your straitjacket Laura,” Nurse Jodie said. It definitely felt more secure and Laura could not even move the slightest bit in the new beige straitjacket. The leg restraints looked the same but Laura felt they were much short. Surprisingly, Laura found, as Dr Blymire mentioned, that she could breathe better with this gag on but her voice was muffled even more.

“Alright, Let’s get you…” Suddenly, a beep came on Nurse Jodie’s phone. “Yes? Oh…ok doctor, yes I will.”

Nurse Jodie turn to Laura and announced, “Looks like Dr Blymire suddenly turned busy. She recommended you go you to new room room first. How does that sound?”

“Mmmm…” came the very muted reply from Laura.

To Be Continued.

 

Castle Bond


Part One

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The car finally braked to a stop. “Yay,” My younger sister Jocasta exclaimed as she opened the door on her side. “Just about time to stretch my numb legs and arms.”

“You better stretch well,” my younger brother and the youngest in the family remarked. “It’ll be your last stretch for a long time…ow!” Jo pinched his arm.

“Stop it you two, this is a holiday, can’t you keep the quarrels away?” My Mother remarked.

Both my siblings glared at each other turned their backs as they helped pull out their luggage. A sudden breeze swept through the carpark and I furiously rubbed my bare arms and legs.

“Told you to dress warmly,” Mum remarked. Hey, this was suppose to be a holiday away from the dreary British winter, not one where the weather was still cold, I thought. Not replying, I yanked out my suitcase and followed my family towards the sign saying ‘Mandatory Registration Centre’. It was a short queue and next to us was a burly man in uniform. The whole place looked like that of an immigration centre.

“Ladies to the side,” he barked in a thick accent. “All ladies to the side, hands on your head.”

With our bags left with the men, we did as we were told. Nearly half an hour later, dad motioned us to a side room and simply said, “Ok, it’s time. Assume the position.” We each turned around and place our hands behind us. As soon as I did, I felt soft nylon rope draw them together and in just over a few minutes, my hands were bound behind my back. “Open wide,” I heard my brother say and as soon as I did, a thick cloth was inserted between my teeth and secured behind my back.

Ok, I’ll have to explain. This is not some weirdo family or punishment for us siblings. Rather it’s a family vacation to a mystery castle called Castle Bond in a small landlocked country in Europe near the Alps. The whole castle was built in the 16th Century and today it is a famous holiday resort with a twist: All female and only female guests must be restrained and gagged while in the castle. This dates back to the history of the castle where women staged an unsuccessful rebellion against the king and were bound and gagged as a punishment for months after. The owners of this castle, the Bond family, latched on to the history and visitors across the many decades accepted the idea. My family, well particularly my sisters, use to play lots of tie up games with the boys my eldest sister knew. My parents, well, seemed to also partake in this sort of activity. My youngest brother was only just introduced to TUGs when our parents caught us in the act. Instead of punishments, they admitted to us that they to played TUGs when they first met. A quick Google search revealed this place so it seemed perfect for all of us.

I tried to balance myself but it wasn’t easy, wearing heeled boots. “Ok,” my father announced as he secured the knot behind my mother’s head–all three of us were bound and gagged in the same fashion. “Jon, grab their bags. Let’s go, the main meeting will start soon.” My brother gave a slight remark that we over packed but dragged both our bags. Outside, other families and couples were streaming out of the centre. All ladies and girls were definitely bound and gagged in various ways with different accessories. All of them were in the company of some male or young boy. Dad had pre-registered in in advance and luckily for us there was a lift; I didn’t fancy using the steps in my condition. The room or rather suite we were allocated was huge, well, my family is huge. I’ve three other older sisters who would only be joining us tomorrow. That’s Avena, 25, Imogen, 29 and Sayle, 31, the oldest and the only sister married–she would be joining us with her husband, Martyn. Jo is 20, I’m 22, Jon just turned 18.

“Ok, we don’t have time to fully unpack now.” He reached over and undid my bonds. “You may just want to wash your hands and change your footwear.” I brought my hands to my gag but he waved. “No, your gag stays on, remember our agreement.” Ok, another explanation: Castle rules state that all women must be bound and gagged when outside, unless they have medical issues. But inside the rooms it is optional. Since our family has played TUGs, dad ruled that we would still be bound and gagged while inside our guest room. I head to my allocated bed and unzipped my bag, exchanging my boots for dark tights and sensible flat heeled shoes. After a quick handwash, I was back in the main common area to see my brother retying my sister. “Hands, Freyja,” Jon said. I’m sure you’re enjoying this, I thought as he tied my wrists again with the same rope. That was not the end as I saw both them pull up black cloths from the packets they were given.

“Whmmm?” I queried.

“They said all girls have to be blindfolded for the introductory meeting,” Dad explained and both men applied the blindfolds. They looked like ordinary black cloth but boy it immediately blocked out my vision. Unable to speak properly, move my hands or see, I was at the mercy of my brother as he guided both me and my sister back down. It was short walked through a corridor and my ears heard the noise of more individuals. Next, I felt hard surface as I was helped down on a chair. That was far from the end as I felt my ankles bound and more rope secured me to a chair. Then, someone tested a microphone and I heard a voice boom. “Ladies and gentlmen, welcome to Castle Bond….” The next two hours was an introductory speech about the castle and the main rules and regulations. Usually, I would rather read the powerpoint presentation or slides on the screen but without proper sight, I was forced to listen instead. “Ladies and gentlemen, please remember to sign up for the sessions tomorrow. We understand many of you have prior experience, but it is still compulsory to attend. With that, I wish you all an enjoyable stay.” Finally, we were released and soon back in our guest room. Since we all wanted to shower, it was bonds, blindfolds and gags off which was a welcome relief.

But soon enough, it was dinner and that was down at the restaurant below. I sauntered over to the partitioned side of of the room and looked at my suitcase. I picked out another strapped dress–I arrived in one–but this time added a thick cardigan, pulling on some black tights on wore the same shoes. I wasn’t about to wear heels for my first day. “You look stunning sis,” my brother commented as he yanked my hands behind me. “Mmmmm…ph,” I grunted at his comment and the tightening of the new ropes around my wrists. Another one of rope ropes went around my waist, pinning my arms to my back. Once again, I was guided by him and my father took my mother and Jo. In the lift, a guy and what looked like his girlfriend in a strapless black and patterned dress. She was extensively wrapped with ropes all over her arms, wrists and breasts and had a cleave a OTM gag. My father and brother greeted him and I initiated eye-to-eye contact with her. I could sense she was saying, you’re lucky girl, look at how much I’m trussed up.

A few more steps and we were at the hotel’s restaurant. “Good evening sir,” the maître d greeted my father. “Table for five? Will your wife and daughters be using their hands or require assistance?”

My father immediately replied, “We will be feeding them.” What the heck?!

“Very well sir. Margo,” he called. Suddenly, a waitress with a rather short skirt and patterned tights came up to us. What surprised me was that she was gagged with a red ball gag protruding out of her mouth. Her hands were cuffed in a rather long set of handcuffs in front of her and looking down, her ankles were also encased in leg irons. “Thsmwy,” She spoke through her gag and guided us to a table. As she handed out menus only to the men, I noticed that other female staff were similarly dressed, bound and gagged. Oh my gosh, they really were serious about this bondage!

Usually, I could engross myself over the various dishes on offer but being bound and gagged and with my brother sitting opposite me, I was deprived of that. Instead, he just read out the dishes. We ladies settled on the local river fish in breaded form while the men got steak. Such and agreement was done by gag speak. Margo, the waitress arrived with bread and expertly placed the rolls on our side plates despite her fetters! It was only after my brother buttered the roll did he reach over and and lower the cleave gag.

“Open wider sis,” he said and boy did it feel humiliating being fed by the baby of the family. The melting butter dripped down my chin.

“Jonathan, wipe it off.” No response. “Jonathan!” My father yelled.

“Yes, Dad.” Idiot, I thought silently. Just you wait when this trip is over.

Our mainly came and the spoon feeding continued with us ladies suffering under more humilitation. Finally,the last piece was swallowed. Dad held up my glass and I gratefully drank since the dish was quite salty. “That’s enough, you be using the loo too much.” Oh man, are you going to restrict our toilet usage just because we have to be bound all the time?

“Thnku, syammh,” our waitress remarked farewell in gag speak. Back in our room, dad allowed us to just be wrist bound but told us girls not to talk. Mum then mouth a few words silently.

“Your mother wants to retire soon. The TV can stay on, but not too loud. Don’t stay up too late; the sessions start at 10.”

“Night dad,” my brother said then turned to us girls. Suddenly, he tackled both of us down and tied both our ankles and knees. “Hey!” Jo cried.

“Oh you broke silence, do you want to shut up or be gagged.”

We both glared at him and accepted the light hog tie.

“Now, what’s on….” he flicked on the TV Surprisingly, all channels were in English but rather boring shows. Just over an hour later, we two girls were in bed, with our hands lightly bound in front of us and gagged with a small strip of medical tape. Thus ended the first evening in Castle Bond.

***

Part 2:

I was awaken by both the burst of sunlight and a hand shaking me. “Hey wake up, Freyja,” it was my Dad. “Time to rise; we’ve lots to cover today.” I instinctively tried to say “morning” but it came out as “mmrning”. It was then I saw the state I was in. But soon he undid my bindings and tape gag, giving me a sip from a bottle with a straw.

“You’ve less than ten minutes to the shower and out. Go!” It was like camp all over again and I did my best to scrub myself and stretch my limbs since I wouldn’t have the chance to do so for the rest of the day. Back out, I had barely changed back to my PJs and a bra when dad returned. Obediently, I accepted the cloth wrist bindings and cleave gag. The rest of the family was in the common dining area with Mum in her dressing gown and Jo opposite her. Both of them were also cleave gagged and from the looks, their wrists were also bound. My brother was bending down on my chair when my dad cleared his throat. “Not now.”

“But dad…”

“I said ‘not now’. Help Freyja sit.” I was glad dad didn’t want our ankles bound so early in the morning. With our gags lowered, it was spoon feeding time again. Dad had ordered a classic full English which was alright for me but not so when my brother literally shoved the food in my mouth and got the sauce and butter again on my chin. “Jonathan…” Dad scolded.

Well, it wasn’t better with the tea. First, my brother added too little milk and being told not to speak, it was hard to give corrections. Second, he nearly splash some of the hot drink on my lips. I gave up and gestured to the juice. Finally, another meal without the ability to use my hands was over. But there was not time to relax. “They said nothing special for the sessions, but girls should ideally be in skirts or dresses.” Jo gave a dejected look as she was never the skirt or dress type. “Weather is much warmer today so you can shed the hosiery. Get changed.”

I selected a thicker strapped cyan blue dress with the same bra yesterday and new black knickers. Back came rope for my wrists bindings, this tight more secure. The new cleave gag seem thicker or was it my brother’s evil plan for me? Jo, mum and me were made to knnel on the floor while our ankles were given a “leg-iron” type rope binding. “Ok,” dad said, re-checking mum’s bonds. “I’ll be heading back down to pick up Avena, Imogen, Martyn and Sayle. Jonathan,” he turned to my brother. “Watch over all. And that’s it. Not additional binding, no additional gags, no dirty play, you got it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Dad.” I hope you mean that, I thought, and luckily he did. Around fifteen minutes later, the door opened to reveal my brother-in-law, Martyn, and my other sisters. Avena was in an ankle length skirt with black ropes circling her lower torso and her wrists behind her back. Her cleave gag was was black as well. Imogen, my red-haired sister, was in a red tube top with a rather short jeans skirt. She was bound and gagged similarly but with coarse brown rope. Sayle, the married sister, was also bound and gagged in the same way, wearing a knee length translucent dress. All girls were brought down to the floor near us but Imogen emitted a “omw!” as Jon brought her down.

Dad gave him another verbal reprimand and Imogen quickly crossed her legs lest there be an upskirt. “Alright, welcome all. As you know, despite our own history and experience, we still have to attend a session which will teach us everything from basic ties to advance bondage. But as a family, we still have some major rules of our own for these few weeks of stay. One, all ladies will still be restrained and gagged in their rooms unless scenarios or orders are changed. Two, no one is to wonder off by themselves, boy or girl. All female members must be accompanied by one of us guys at all times, unless we formally allow other men to escort you. Three, we will still give toilet breaks despite the daily restraining and gagging. If you need to go urgently, say “mmmph, mmmph” loudly. Safe word for removal of restraint is “mmm” for restraint and “mmpph” with a shake for your gag. Other rules will be what they dictate and what happens as well go along. Got it?”

We girls nodded. Dad continued, “Ok, Despite the uneven ratio, here’s how it goes. I’ll take Donna (that’s my my mother) and Imogen. Jonathan, you take Freyja and Jocasta. Martyn, Sayle and Avena. Let’s go.” Jo’s ankle bonds were off and my brother dusted her black skirt. Then it was my turn with his right arm holding me and Jo on his left. Even though I had chosen flat heeled shoes, it still wasn’t easy balancing myself. Luckily, we were the only ones in the lift–perks of such a large family. Downstairs, couples and families were all heading to the conference room again, with daughters, mothers and girlfriends all bound and gagged in various fashions. Dad presented a card to the guard at the door when I spied two different lines. “Ladies this way, men that way,” the guard waved.

“But, we’re a family,” my dad protested.

“This is how it will be for the session. Don’t worry, you’ll see each other after.” Wishing us ‘bye’ and ‘good luck’ they, joined the male queue while other marshals guided us ladies. One clip tags on our left breast area. “You’ll see why,” he said as he ushered us in.

All the ladies were hustled to one corner and then men directly opposite them. “Alright, silence!” Some six-foot tall guy in faded jeans and checkered shirt said. “It’s quite simple. You all have number tags but you girls are well silenced. Each guy will step forward call out their number and the girl with the corresponding number will pair with him. Got it? Go!” It was a messy work of calling and a guy shorter than my 1.75m height was paired with me. “Hi, I’m Carter,” he said, holding out his hand then realising the silliness, withdrew it.

“Oh, pairs, step forward.” The session was about to start.

***

This part is inspired by sarobah’s story/stories “The resort”

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Part 3:

I inched forward when suddenly Carter’s hand shot out. It felt cold and the grip wasn’t as strong as my brother’s. “Mmm,” I mumbled, not showing either disgust or like at the moment.

“Couples, take a seat on any part of the matted area,” the same man said and still held by Carter, we both did. I quickly crossed my legs though I guessed that there would be unintentional or forced up skirts later. “Alright all,” the guy introduced himself as Erik with a ‘k’, and he was one of the descendent of the original owners of the castle. Next to him was a girl in a spaghetti top and knee length skirt, with a OTM white gag and ropes around her busts, wrists behind her back. Erik introduced her as Karin and continued briefly outlining what was on the programme.The workshop would be divided into three two-hour sessions during the daytime, a lunch break, same format for the afternoon and a final two hour in the evening. First, we ladies were all unbound and gags off but told to be silent. The firs session was called “Basics” and that’s what it was – nothing really new to me, although I picked up a few handy hints about stuff like the best materials to use in different circumstances: rope, tape, that sort of thing. Then we were given basic gags–cleave with different cloth, cleave stuffed, OTM, OTM stuffed, tape of all kinds of tape and tape stuffed. By the end of it, Carter had me bound with a blue nylon rope and hankie stuffed in my mouth with gaffer tape over. This session also involved advice from Erik for us girls: a good warm-up is the best way to prepare yourself, physically and mentally, for a tie-up session. It helps you to relax when under stress and also to become more flexible. “You’ll be able to enjoy the TUG or bondage then,” he said. TUGs or bondage or whatever we wish to call it is like a spiritual awakening–you are denied ability to move in the world around you, your gag prevents communication and, he held up a piece of cloth, “your eysight is gone.” Yeah, back to the good ol’ blindfold, I thought, as I felt the knot against my skull. ” But when you’re cut off from the world, You discover strength in your vulnerability, power in your submission, self-reliance in your helplessness, sensuality in your suffering, ecstasy in your agony, joy in your shame, intense self-awareness in your sensory deprivation….” He droned on and on.

The final part of this session was a timed tie-and-gag session to see which team was be the fastest to get the girl bound and gagged. Erik yelled out several combinations like “cloth only” or “rope and cleave” or “rope and stuff”. While it was quite fun to race, it was also really physically taxing and many girls and women suffered rope burns. Carter wasn’t fast enough but Imogen and her parter, Donald, got third place for two combinations. “You’ll get your prizes later,” was the only comment. It was a short breaktime and water was passed around, again with us girls wrists bound behind our backs–Carter chose tape.

The next part moved to more advanced stuff like hogties. These were just with rope but with cloth. Hogties in my view are the more physically torturing as the strain muscles all over. Then, chairs were brought out and Erik taught chair ties of various forms, again with simple material. Then came out tables. “Table tie,” Erik said. “Classic in ancient and modern times for interrogation and torture.” Soon enough, my hands and legs were spread out like a starfish and tied with rope. I’ve hardly done table ties or spreadeagle ties before and it seemed just as bad as hogties. “Ok, next,” he called. But that was not a call to relax. Rather, it was time for stuff like elbow ties. We started with a fairly loose binding, which was gradually tightened until – at least in some cases – our elbows came close to contact. Of course, as we know the major attraction is not that it totally immobilizes your arms, but rather the ornamentally enhancing effect it has on your breasts. By hauling back on your shoulders it forces your boobs outwards; and for the likes of myself, not generously endowed in that department, the enforced posture is rather flattering.

Next, we progressed to the lotus technique. This is where your legs, with ankles crossed, are drawn up folded to your breasts, and you are forced to bend forward at the waist until your shoulders are between your knees and your chin almost touches your heels. A rope is looped behind your neck and tethered to your ankles to keep you restrained in your balled-up position. With your hands still bound behind your back, this is a very effective arrangement because you’re completely helpless, unable to move anything – except maybe wiggle your fingers and toes. It’s also very taxing on your muscles and joints.

The came the ball tie, which was a little more relaxing but definitely meant dresses up for many and knickers exposed for the boys to see. I’m sure Carter was aroused well before that with the various TUGs/bondage, but his face didn’t show. I strained to see the other family members. Jonathan is probably well having his briefs soaked with semen now, I thought. Sayle to Avena? I only spotted Imogen again. I was most concerned for mum–she wasn’t the kind of accept stannous bondage especially with a strange guy. Was she given some one around her age or some young squirt?

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Part 4:

Finally, it was lunch time and it was a good selection of bite-size food and international fare. Of course, it was boy-feed-girl but unlike my brother, Carter was much more careful not to get any sauce or liquid on my face or chin. He gave a short introduction of himself–German on his mother’s side, American on his father’s side, taking a gap year before taking a physics degree at a top Ivy League university. Interesting but well, not really one for immediate dating. Lunch over, the stuff tape gag went back on. The afternoon was for more advanced bondage and several younger girls politely dropped out.

“Breast bondage time,” Erik announced. Ok, that’s not too bad if done properly. My partner failed to do so properly and caused me to moan (not erotic moans) from the pain. Finally, with Erik’s help, he got it right and boy did that also push my 34B boobs out. Just when I thought it was over, Erik said, “Ok now we’ll try that again, with just underwear on.” What?! But lo really, all the female folk were untied and took off their out clothing. Oh well, they did say this was the more advanced TUG/bondage part. With my hands undone, I dropped my dress to the ground, revealing my black lingerie underneath. I heard a typical boy’s “woohoo” from Carter as he rebound my wrists and started work on the second round of breast bondage. He was a little faster this time. As he finished, Erik and Karin, wearing a silky red lingerie set with exquisite breast bondage and thick OTM gag, approached. “No, this rope goes here, and tighten that knot,” he told Carter. As Carter re-did the corrections, my boobs really protruded out. I also became a little unbalanced and nearly fell down, had Carter not caught me.

“Okay, I see you you all are alright with this. Now boys, tied a overhand knot on a very long piece of rope.” Oh, what now? Next, the boys soon tied on over our bare stomach area and I knew what this was: crotch rope. I was made to lie to the side and “mmmph” Eric yanked the rope between my buttocks and pulled it tight against my knickers-clad crotch, fastening it again the waist rope. “And girls, relax.” But that was hardly an order to be followed since almost immediately, the knot pressed hard against clitoris and it soon swelled. Very quickly, it started to swell and I gave a short grunt through the gag. Then I believe the muscles there began contract there and my vagina juices started to flow out. then, “Mmmmahmm,” the orgasm came. It lasted for a few minutes and I rolled about on the matted floor as did other girls. The resolution phase came but the crotch rope did it work again and the cycle repeated itsself. All the women were rolling on the floor and we couldn’t help but collide into each other. I then spied mum in her high waist white knickers. Her breast bondage appeared looser but she had two knots instead of one for her crotch rope and boy was she moaning alot!

Erik left us girls in this erotic stage for just over an hour before he instructed the boys to remove the crotch rope. My knickers was not wet with all my vaginal juice and I myself was soaked with sweat. A quick drink and our breast bondage was removed and our outer clothes were back on. It was more advance gags time and they gave a series of ball gags, penis gags, butterfly gags, ring gags, jennings gags harness gags and all the other various adult gags around five minutes each. Erik finally said that girls could indicate their preferred gag and I nodded to the panel gag. As soon as the went on, he said, “now it’s chains time.” Oh yeah, handcuffs and leg irons! Those that they provided here felt lighter but firmer than the ones I’ve used before in my TUGs involving my sisters. Then finally it was to leather cuffs and then to plastics ties/handcuffs.

Before we knew it, it was dinner time. It was pretty rapid feeding and then the gags came back on with only a small sip of water. “Ok, we’ll let you girl’s pee, in various groups.” If you think this was normal no. Our wrists were handcuffed to our front and our legs were still locked in leg irons. If you wore a not too long dress or skirt, it might be easy to lift it up or drop it down and wipe your female private part. But for most of us ladies it wasn’t the case, so it was a huge challenge just to answer the call of nature. Back in the main room, the last session was test time. Carter still struggled with the various forms of ropes but scored high with basic gags especially tape gags and the more advanced bondage. Prizes were given out and we got runners up for zip ties and panel gags combo. Imogen got her prize from earlier and that was the end of it. “Alright, enjoy yourselves for he remainder of your stay her. If there’s any questions you can Whatsapp me at…” He gave a number and all the men folk clapped.

We were soon reunited with our own family members and retied and re-gagged in the same manner. Back in the sanctuary of our guest room, we ladies changed into casual wear. Mum as she was the night before, turned in earlier, while the male folk had to unpack the suitcases of the new arrived sisters–perks of being bound and gagged! The TV was turned on and somehow the channel was a local programme from the Castle itself. On it was a newcaster, ball gagged and handcuffed, reading in gag speak!!! We all watched before we all called it a night. This time, it was thick tape gag, and tape around my wrists–thankfully in front–and ankles. “Night sis,” my brother greeted and it was darkness.

***

Part 5:

I woke up to the feeling of both a dry throat and a roughly shaking hand. “Get up sis, it’s bright and early,” I heard my brother call. No sooner had he removed my gag did he clamp his hand down on my mouth. “No talking,” he hissed, and I gave my best glare at him. Why would I, I thought. He roughly brought me up, dragged me to the bathroom and told me to brush my teeth. Giving him a quizzing look, I did as told then suddenly spied the red ball gag in his hands. “Wh…” I began but he clamped his hand over my mouth.

“Dad’s orders. Every lady must be ball gagged for breakfast.” I shook my head, not believing him.

“It’s true,” my brother growled and pinched my nose, allowing him to push the dreaded ball in side and secure the gag. “Ten minutes for bath. Don’t you try remove the gag.” Shaking my head in amazement, I managed to shower. Outside, i found my brother had laid out the shortest skirt I brought and a tube top.

“Nmmm,” I shook my head. I’m not letting you dictate my dress code so early on.

“Ok, but you won’t be so lucky later on. I’ll turn around.” I made sure he did then pulled on a fresher pair of knickers, plain beige bra and normal T-shirt and jeans. At the table, all the women were similarly gagged with either red or ball black gags and wrist bound with tape. “Alright, from now on, morning shows will be taken with ball gags unless you feel ill. There’s no reason for you to talk there.” Dad finally removed our ball gags and the men–dad, my brother, my brother-in-law–feed us a cold cereal breakfast. “Today it’s a day tour of the castle. We’ll all go and and different stages of the tour, you ladies will get types of bondage.” The first one was tape. Tape was over not just my wrists but my elbows, really restricting my arm movement. The tape was was further secured with a piece of clean cloth in each of our mouths. My brother was watching over me and my other sister Avena. Dad took Jo and Imogen, my brother in law took mum and Sayle. In the lift, we met an elderly couple who looked as old as my grandparents. The lady was in a lose cleave gag and cloth bindings. The boys greeted them and downstairs, we all headed for the quite evidentlong queue. Everywhere, women and girls of all ages were bound and gagged in different ways. The young children were either cloth gagged or had loose wrist bindings or light duct tape gagging and bindings. Some young teenagers had bulging mouths, indicating that they were stuffed like us daughters. Those around our young adult age had more secure rope or even leather ties. Some chose to use plastic or metallic handcuffs, while other just did all rope. Gags for late teens and above included all kinds, from the cleave gag to the Jennings or ring gags which really tortured your jaw. Not a single girl was left unbound or ungagged. Even if girls travelled in all female groups, male staff from castle would escort them.

Dad got the tickets for the tour and us girls even had badges pinned to our breast area. “Welcome to Castle Bond’s day tour, I’m your guide Johannes,” a tall lanky man is a slight German accent greeted us. “Men, please ensure that your ladies are securely bound and gagged, especially those 12 years and above. Also, do not lose sight of your ladies. Alright, follow me.” We did so then he pointed out areas which we have seen the day before. “That’s the main entrance of the castle completed in 1600. The gate is still visible but hardly lowered and raised due to need for repair; we’ve constructed doors instead. Over there is the conference room. It was the main meeting room for King Bond and inner council during his year of reign. Major planning and dinners have occurred there.” We moved further past the restaurant my family had dinner the first night. That wasn’t around in those days. We passed by several arch ways and I was surprised to see a moat running near our feet.

“Yes, this is a moat. King Bond instructed that they channel the moat within, not around the castle,” Johannes explained. But our gagged cries were more directed towards the wooden gallows structure in the middle. “Oh, yes, that’s the King’s main display, but not if you guessed, for hanging. Rather. women would be secured to poles over there and made standing for hours while water or dirty stuff would be thrown at them. Our menfolk guided us closer and the small notice did indeed it mentioned that ladies would be bound to poles–there where several poles sticking out from the structure, making it not like a normal gallows. “Today, female guests can be secured to the structure but only regulated water sprays and wet sponges will be thrown at them.”

“Cool thingy. Can’t wait to try it out,” my brother commented. Asshole, I thought. You just love to see us sisters suffer.

Johannes then led us inside a small door where I nearly bummed my head Inside was a narrow corridor with rooms, no they were jail cells, but the bars were shiny. “The King and the knights would bring captive girls, and sometimes men, and lock them up in the cells, still bound and for the ladies, gagged. “Cuffs were rare in the early days, but soon iron fetters were available.” As we moved closer, we saw the inside of the cells contain either a plain wooden bed with metallic cuffs on four corners or a single chair, also with cuffs at the front legs and arms rests.

“These are modern tables and chairs, but yes, if the women had committed serious crimes, there was no need to go through court, they would be sent down here and locked to either the chair or table. This would happen for nearly 24/7, with only breaks for food and the toilet. Today, females can either be restrrained to the table or chair for a period of time, or you can request them to be removed and try your own different restraints and gags there.”

“Great!” My brother said and Jo and I gave him an annoyed glare.

“Break time,” Johannes said. “Five minutes and we’ll resume the tour.”

***

Part 6

Dad, my brother-in-law and my brother approached us bound and gagged ladies. “Ok, gags off first then we’ll all give you a drink, then it’s ropes and undies and tape gag.”

Undies? I thought. Oh yes, knickers or panty gags. But this thought was interrupted as I saw my brother approach. Please don’t…he peeled off the adhesive gag slowly but there still was the sting and quite possibly a red mark. He eased out the saliva-soaked cloth and I coughed in response.

“Sssh, no talking.” I wasn’t you fool, I thought but gratefully accepted the bottle of water to my lips. It wasn’t exactly cold water not did it taste like the mineral water I knew but it was a grateful quench of thirst.”That’s it; don’t wanna make you pee.” I glared at him but he simply moved and cut away the bonds around my arms and wrists. I expected to get time to rub the circulation back but nope, he immediately tighten cotton ropes around the same area and before I knew it, I bound tightly again.

“Less than two minutes before we begin again folks,” Johannes called.

“Open wide sis,” my brother said and I noticed something bunched in his hand. I shook my head but knew it was inevitable. The cotton undies were jammed in and not one bit protruded out. Ripp! came the sound and soon enough, two strips of the same tape sealed my undies inside. “They are your beige ones, picked out from your suitcase when you were sleeping,” he added. Asshole, asshole.

I turned and saw dad slap the same tape on mum’s lips. “Alright people. Gentlemen; gather your ladies, the tour is about to begin again.” Once more my brother’s hand grabbed my arm and I was quite helpless as we moved off into a larger room. Inside were several tables but clearly, they weren’t for eating or decoration. They did have ropes or leather straps connected to them. “This is the rack chamber,” Johannes started. “The King and his inner circle would bring ladies charged with any offences here, strip them to their underwear or naked, and interrogate them until they confessed. For some strange reason, this chamber is the first phase before they bring the confessed ladies to the rooms you saw earlier.”

“How do they interrogate them?” One guy asked.

“For the minor offences, it was simply verbal questioning and humiliation. For serious offences, cold water, heated objects were used. For even more serious,” he gestured to another set of tables. “Whips and various devices would be struck.”

“Wow, wee…” my brother breathed. “Can we actually…”

“Jaigo, we aren’t in the business of making of humiliating the ladies or torturing them.” my father growled. Yeah that’s right little boy, don’t you dare try to strap me to that.

“We do allow ladies to be restrained to them in their lingerie,” he remarked, mispronouncing the last word. “But if you go naked, you must sign a consent form. And we monitor activities at all stations. Our staff will step in my we suspect action that is too extreme.” That didn’t make me feel any better.

“Over here is something rather new but similar,” our guide continued and we entered what really looked like a medical operating room. Inside were four metal tables, with medical restraints and medical instruments by the side.

“This is a modern addition; the kingdom naturally wasn’t that advanced. As the room suggest, this is for medical play. As before, ladies and well gents must sign consent forms if they want to be naked and no excessive play will be allowed. Both these areas are off limits to children and young teens.” I heard couple of muttering of affirmative. No way should that happen.
We moved out into day light and by now, my knickers–the one in my mouth–was definitely soaking with all my saliva. It had not dried out my throat yet, but I guess that would change shortly. Johannes asked us to move single file along the walkway. Mum moved first, her mouth bulging with her high waist undies–I could see part of it stick out of her mouth. Dad followed after her. Next was Sayle with her husband steadying her, how cute. The red-headed Imogen, then Avena, then me and Jocasta, with my brother behind both of us. A couple of minutes later, I heard Johannes mention something when, WHUMP! I bumped into a frame.

“…careful of the arch way, it’s short.” Thanks for saying that after it happened, I groaned in my head and through the panty gag.

“Hey, you alright?” I turned to see….

TBC

Secondary School Tie Up Games: The Rules


The four boys looked at the four chair-bound and tape gagged young school girls. “Ok girls,” announced Yan Long  your aim is to struggle free of your bonds. And please, try not to the chairs. Youre time starts…now!”

The four girls from the famous Singaporean schools started struggling wildly and emitting muffled cries as they tried to struggle out of their bonds. As they did so, they parted their legs, revealing their PE shorts underneath, except for Shirleen, who flashed her underwear. Su Ying was to first to get free but the four boys shook their heads when she attempted to remove her gag.

“Mmmmphbl…mmph!” She cried as her brother held her tight and re-bound her wrists with duct tape. One by one, the other girls, starting with Laura, then Huiling and finally Shirleen broke free but were similarly bound by the other boys. The girls were dragged to the floor, made to sit cross-legged and only then were their tape gags gently peeled off.

“Let us go!” Su Ying shouted, particularly in the direction of her brother.

“I’ve enough of this!” Cried Huiling partly in Chinese.

“I also didn’t ask for this!, Get this off!” Shirleen said, closing her legs tightly, lest she flashed herself again.

“Clearly, they are lovely captives are they?” Victor remarked.

“You girls keep it there; we still need to formalise the rules,” Yan Rong said, pulling up his laptop and opening up a new Word document.

“What rules? I need to go to my chess try outs now!” Su Ying cried but her brother ignored her.

“Ok, rule 1, we all agree to have these Captor-Captive games often…”

“No,” Huiling countered. “Only when we girls feel like it…”

“No, no, let’s make a deal. When we are all free,” Charles interjected.

“Ok, Rule 1: We play when we’re all free. Should we set up a Whatsapp group?”

“Can we please get a move on….mmmpph!” Su Ying’s protest was shut off as Guoyun taped her mouth again.

“No Whatsapp; I don’t get that much privacy even with phone. Text or Whatsapp, no group,” Shirleen argued.

“Ok. Rule 2: What sort of binding or ties and gags?”

“Tape is icky,” Laura twisted her bound wrists.

“Icky in your mind,” Victor countered. “Tape should be ok. But as we did, slowly peel it off.”

“Yes,” Huiling said, “I don’t want red marks,”‘ she continued in Chinese.

“Tape ok. Cloth we can get. Rope maybe, after all, I’m a Scout,” Yan Rong smiled as his gagged sister gave him an evil look.

“That’s enough,” Laura said, dreading on evil restraints. “I don’t want you to treat us like slaves.”

“Or we treat you guys,” Shirleen added.

“Fat hope,” the boys remarked in unison.

“Rule 3: What do we do when they are bound and gagged?”

“No looking up our skirts or uniforms!”Huiling cried. The other girls, including the gagged Su Ying, agreed.

“Well that can’t be helped,” Yan Rong smirked. “We’ll….”

“At least not often and warn us in advance!” Laura cried. “I rather wear all shorts or jeans for this. Or maybe make it a rule that we girls wear shorts underneath….” All eyes turned on Shirleen who blushed a deep red.

One by one, more rules such as no nudity–the least is down to swimsuit/bikini or bra and panties, no sexual activity, no adult-type equipment, no acts of torture, safe words for pain and needed to get released and many others. Nearly one and half later, they decided on ten major rules and finally the girl’s were released.

“I need to pee, I need to pee!” Cried Shirleen, as she ran toward’s the Tan’s toilets. Huileen also followed her while Laura was the first to exit the residence, grumbling about her hair and sore wrists.

“Argh…” Su Ying moaned as she peeled off the duct tape and the boys helped to collect and throw about the tape and rearrange the chairs. Just then her phone beeped.  The message read:

Chess try outs: Congratulations to the following girls…She scrolled through the list, her eyes burning with anger for missing this out. As she read the names, Su Ying then relaxed; many of those weren’t friendly class or schoolmates and she wouldn’t want to be with them anyway.  Another message flashed on her screen.

Positions open in the Girl Guides. Reply ASAP.

Oh yes, she said, sending a reply. I wanna get back at Yan Rong for this. Girls Guides would be the  answer.

End.

 

Secondary School Tie Up Games: MGS


Su Ying and Huiling cried again through their tape gags but Guoyun cupped his hands across their lips, muffling their cries as a girl in a pinafore with dark blue pleated skirt and white top entered. Over the pinafore was a sailor-like blouse with her school badge clipped in the middle. Behind her was a boy in long dark blue pants with a white  short-sleeved shirt with the inner collar coloured dark blue.

“I said, no, no, stop pushing me in Charles!” thirteen and six months old Shirleen Ong Swee Yen screamed as she was pushed inside.

“Someone pass me the tape,” ACS (B) student Charles Khoo Wei Quan snarled and he pasted not one but two strips of tape over the lips of the loud-mouth MGS student. With the help of the other two boys, she was dragged, despite her struggling, to yet another chair. The ACS(I) and Chinese High Boys had to tightly hold her down, nearly touching her almost C-cup breasts as the taped in limbs to the chair.

“Phew, she’s a tough one,” Charles remarked, pressing down the tape gag and ignoring her muted cries or her angry look.

“Yup,” said Guoyun.

“Not over yet,” Wei Long pointed at her lower uniform then the two captors figured out what he meant. “Mmmpph!! Nmmmph!!! Pervmmmmvrt!!!!” Shirleen screamed through the layers of duct tape as Charles pulled up and parted her lower pinafore. “Yikes!” the boys screamed in unison as the saw the light blue panties underneath.

“Shir, you’re not wearing shorts underneath?!” Charles asked.

“Yummm permmmrt! Pmmt my unifmm bammmck!” She cried through the gag and struggled against her bonds.

“Maybe we should; not fair to the other two,” Charles continued, pointing at the other girls who were also crying out through their gags.

“But also not fair since we agreed to make all zaogeng,” Guoyun remarked, causing more gagged outbursts  from the captives.

“Ok, we compromise. Her underwear still shows, but not much.” Ignoring Shirleen’s continued muffled protests, Wei Long, adjusted her skirt line so that her panties were just visible but not much.

Just as he finished, the door bell ran again.

“Ok, who’s next?”

To be continued.

Secondary School Tie Up Games: SCGS


I can’t believe I intentionally missed the Chess try outs for this, twelve going on to thirteen year old Tan Su Ying thought as she shifted slightly in the chair. Slightly was the best adjective since her arms were literally stuck to the armrest and her legs were similarly ‘attached’ to the front legs of the wooden chair. Or rather, silvery duct tape secured them to the chair, with the tape wound tightly at her wrists, below her knee. A large strip of tape covered her lips. “Shmmmm,” she swore.

Hours earlier…

“Hey sis, remember what we talked about yesterday?” Her sixteen year old brother Yan Long asked as they both stepped off the bus.

“Har what?” I tried to pretend I didn’t remember.

“Play the games we used to play as children.”

“You wanto to regress issit…”

“No silly. We want to enjoy the good ol times.”

“I don’t think being a captive to you and your pals is considered any enjoyment. Besides, I’ve got to attend chess club later. It’s the time for tryouts.”

“You hate chess; you already got into guides.”

“No…”

“Please? For your brother?”

“No…”

He suddenly grabbed her in a tight bear hug. “Hey stop it! You’re making a scene!”

“If you don’t want to attract attention…” but we were already in the lift. Within two minutes, he managed to drag me inside our place and threw me down into one of our chairs.

Present time…

“Mmmp…” she groaned through the gag.

“Sorry, cant hear you…” he called, looking up from his homework. “Whymummphuopenmyl” she cried but he ignored me. What she meant was was it necessary to stretch my legs open to reveal my you know what. Ok, like every good school girl, she was wearing my PE shorts underneath for practical and modesty purposes but the was she was forced to sit, the edge of my white panties might visible. Just as she was about to protest again, the doorbell rang…

TBC

SG Schools: Changing uniforms Part 1


I’m glad that’s over, Wong Hui Xing thought as she exited her school. There was a sudden gush of wind, even on the blazing hot day, so she held down herlight blue sundress-like uniform. Thank goodness I wear my green FBT shorts underneath she thought. Just as she moved another step, her handphone buzzed.

“Hello, Miss Wong,” the nasal voice began. “Please take a look.” Hui Xing peered at the MMS that just came in and saw her cousin, Yang Xiuqing, wearing her NYGH uniform. What was more unusual was that there was a large white tape over her mouth and her hands were apparently behind her back, undoubtedly bound.

“I’m sure to understand the gravity situation, Miss Wong. It would be in your best interests to head to Coronation road before the next hour. Look for a dark blue van with an open back door. Remember, telling any one else would mean your cousin suffers. Goodbye.”

Wonderful, she thought. End of my examinations and I get into a tie-up quest again. Hui Xing had been a member of a TUG group since 10, which entailed girls becoming damsels-in-distress and bound and gagged in various methods. Hui Xing had progressed from simple cloth ties and gags, to rope and stuff gags, various adhesive tape and cleave gags, differing rope bindings, handcuffs and chains. Now sixteen plus, she had even had underwear belong to her and others in her mouth, and even a sanitary pad used to muffle her speech. The games were often therapeutic and fun, but also annoying when they came out of the blue and targeted people close to her.

I wonder what it will be this time, she said, thankfully hoping on a early bus. What do the boys want? Just a fun session watching us squirm? Giving us some light torture? Teasing us? They’ve placed hot stuff near our skin and even ice cubes down our underwear. We’ve also suffered TENs electric shock. And light spankings. Oh gosh, we’ve been through so much…Before Hui Xing knew it, she was at her destination. The sun was shining even brighter that before, so many people were scurrying to the shade of the nearby shopping centre or other outlets. As instructed, Hui Xing made her way down King’s road and near one house was indeed a van with an open door. She galcned around but the rest of the street was deserted and no one was visible in any of the houses. It’s a special trap she thought, and moved cautiously to the front first.

Her phone buzzed again. “I said back, Miss Wong,” the same voice said. “You do know where there is right? Suggest you do so immediately.” In the background Hui Xing her a muffled yell. Shit, they are torturing Qing, she thought, and reluctantly changed her direction. Inside the van she found two handcuffs, a stripe of tape, and, oh gosh, she thought, one of Qing’s panties. “Cuff your hands behind and ankles. You know what to do with the others.” Just as she decided not against the instructions, the door slammed shut and a locking sound was heard. Oh well, she thought, hopefully this game isn’t going to last that long. She proceeded to cuff her ankles, then stuff the panties in her mouth, sealing it shut with a stripe of tape. Well, thankfully it taste clean. As soon as she cuffed her hands behind her back, throwing her against the hard wall.

After like half an hour of bumpy driving, Hui Xing felt the van slow down and the noise of a garage open. Minutes later the van’s door snapped open and she was carried out. Re-orienteering her eyes to the light, it was just as she expected, the boys in their school uniforms, but ties off and masks on. Hui Xing was carried out of the garage into a living room and placed on the floor. “Mmmmppph?” She asked a question through her panty gag. What’s up guys? Where’s Qing?

The answer came seconds later as her cousin was brought in, hands bound behind her with zip ties and mouth still gagged as she was shown in the picture. Two boys held the half PRC Chinese girl while another two brought Hui Xing up. Then, a fifth boy emerged.

“Ah, you finally made it,” he said in the nasal voice then changed to his normal voice. “Welcome, Hui Xing. Now, it’s definitely time to let you into the whole plan?” Hui Xing only glared at him. “Oh, don’t show me that face. It’s quite simple. In her school,” he pointed at Xiuqing, “there are examination papers being readied for us next week. We want you to hack into the school computers and get us a copy of the papers, specifically the physics paper. Ok?”

“Mmmpph,” Hui Xing shook her head. No way am I going to do anything that would get me into huge trouble, especially the police!

One of the girls holding the NYGH girl produced a shaver-like device and pressed it again her arm. With a buzzing tone, the young girl collapsed on the floor. “Mmmmph!” Hui Xing cried but was restrained by the other boys.

“It’s perfectly fine, unless the switch to higher voltage. But no, we’re not that evil. It won’t be a crime Hui Xing, not with your expert hacking skills. You’ll do it, because you did it before for yourself in your own school. He extracted a tablet from the backpack he had on and pressed a video showing her breaking into the SCGS office in the evening. “Now are we in agreement?”

Hui Xing reluctantly nodded.

“Good,” he gestured to his accomplices, who cut off Xiuping’s bonds and unlocked both handcuffs on Hui Xing. “Now, ladies, strip.”

“Mmmmpph!” the both protested.

“Stop whining. Xing’s going to wear your uniform. Now, don’t make me repeat myself.” Both gagged girls looked at each other and remembered they have been semi-naked many times before the boys, even at younger ages. Soon enough, they were down to their undies–beige bra and white panties for Xiuqing, while dark brown bra and pink bikini panties for Hui Xing. They also left their shorts–black FBTs and green shorts–on the floor.

“Nice,” the boys whistled together. “But not sure if a brown bra is acceptable in NYGH? Exchange bra’s girls. Turn around or go behind the wall. But no tricks.” Both girls shivered as they did so. As so as Xiuping returned with the brown and slightly wrong cup sized bra, two boys seized her and cuffed her hands behind her. Xing struggled in her cousin’s school uniform; they weren’t exactly the same size.

“Now,” the ring leader said, approach the new “NYGH” girl and tearing away her gag. “You’ll need this,” he switched her earrings and watch. After a giving her a glass of water, and whispering instructions, he said, “You have until five pm.”

Captivepenny edited: Detective Hammond Strikes out


‘Twas a dark and stormy night….. Actually it was a warm and sunny pre-fall afternoon, but who wants to read that as the first line in a story ?

‘Twas a dark and stormy night and Doctor Charlotte Webb, villainess extraordinaire, cackled with particularly fiendish glee as her henchlings secured two struggling captives inside the closet of a huge abandoned mansion. The girls were young, pretty and defiant even as they stood there in their slips and pantyhose, hands bound with rope.

The mad doctor exhorted his goons to tie them tighter, to that end they tied the girls’ hands over the closet bar then tied their knees and ankles together. They bound the hostages together at the waist so they stood back to back unable to help each other.

“There you are me proud beauties,” the Doctor purred venomously,” that should hold you until your fathers pay the ransom I’ve demanded.”

“You’ll never get away with this !” cried Penny Pendergast, daughter of Vincent Pendergast a wealthy oil magnate. ” My father will have your heads !”

“My father will hunt you down like dogs !” added Carol Crystalheart, daughter of Cavanaugh Crystalheart, the diamond merchant. ” Detective Lisa Hammond will get you !!”

The evil doctor leered at her two bound captives, ” I wouldn’t waste time waiting for the good detective to save you. My assistants have already taken care of her.”

Back at Hammond Investigations, Lisa Hammond struggled bound, gagged and tied to her desk chair, staring straight into the merciless face of a time-bomb that was winding itself down to zero. She had gotten maybe 5 steps inside her office when the goons jumped her and played a duet on her skull with billyclubs.

Lisa planted her feet firmly and kicked out, pushing the rolling chair hard into the little table by her desk. A tiny vase on top of it wobbled, but didn’t fall. She did it again and again. the vase tottered off the edge and smashed into a thousand pieces on the floor.

“Dammit Hammond,” Debra Duche snapped,” My mother bought me that vase !” The pretty secretary stood framed in the office doorway, entirely too long, a fact that the trussed up detective tried to make known past the layers of cloth tied over her mouth.

Debra crossed the room, got a broom and dustpan and calmly swept up the fragments as her erstwhile boos grunted around her gag, nodding desperately in the direction of the bomb squatting on her desk.

” I swear sometimes I don’t know why I put up with you sometimes.” she said wearily, dumping the bits into the trash can,” After all, I have feelings too, y’know ?”

Lisa let out a long plaintive moan. Debra looked at her, followed the jerking head toward the desk, saw the package of wired TNT and promptly fainted.

Doctor Webb stood on the balcony and watched a plume of flame rip the sky. She set down her binoculars and smiled,” So much for Detective Hammond.”

Penny and Carol winced at the sudden light intruding into their prison. Doctor Webb smirked at her two squirming prisoners as they stood there tautly bound and gagged. The pretty girls mmphed quietly behind their gags, tugging at the ropes.

‘Ah poor little girls,’ she purred,” Detective Hammond has had a rather explosive accident. Now no one can save you.” The girls mmphed in feverish protest as their captor closed the door once more.

“Dammit Hammond, I liked that office. ” Debra Duche said beating the dust from he battered pillbox hat, ” Was it absolutely necessary that you blow it up ?”

“If that bomb hadn’t gone off, Doctor Webb would have sent more goons to finish us off. She shouldn’t notice that it exploded a little later than it was set for. She’s probably busy dealing with her new cash cows.”

“I thought they locked her up in the loony bin after she kidnapped those two society dames.”

“They did. She escaped and kidnapped them again. The Doc hates unfinished business.”

“So why did she come after you ?”

“Because I busted her the last time, remember ? she wants me dead so this scheme can go off without a hitch.”

“And now you are dead.”

“Or so they think. The Doc will believe I’m dead, so now I can go after her and save those girls. She won’t suspect a thing.”

“I better go with you. Those goons jumped you pretty quick, ya know.”

“But this time they won’t know I’m coming. I’ll pick them off one by one, then I’ll deal with the Doctor.”

“So you want me to just hold down the office ?”

“Ha-ha. just lay low and wait for my call.”
Debra rolled her eyes, ” Sure whatever boss.”
“Good girl. Well I’m off.”

Detective Hammond leapt into her car and sped off. She pulled her hat down another notch and set her teeth grimly. The thought of that mad doctor holding those two innocent girls hostage filled her with angry resolve. Win or lose, Doctor Webb’s reign of terror would end tonight.

Hammond pressed the accelerator down harder as she drove down a country highway toward the Doctor’s last known hideout. She might have been an evil genius, but she was also predictable. this whole crime centred around her completing the failed abduction, so it was more than likely that she’d return to the exact same locations.

Last time the good doctor had his minions kidnap the girls right out of their bedrooms as they were getting ready for bed. Some chloroformed rags clamped over startled mouths had made them more pliable to being bound hand and foot and lowered out the window to a waiting vehicle. Once secured in the car trunk, the girls were taken to an old mansion on the south edge of town.

The house had been a centre of local legend. Everything from UFO sightings to cannibalistic ritual sex murders had supposedly taken place there at one time or another. The people in the area avoided the house like the plague, so it was perfect for holding two frightened socialites captive.

Detective Hammond urged her roadster to greater speed….

Penny and Carol struggled helplessly, futilely. The ransoms had arrived by a special courier, now since executed by the Doctor’s thugs, who no longer had any use for them. They were untied, except for their hands and escorted from their closet prison down into the cellar in the bowels of the mansion.

It was low roofed and dank, with cobwebs and a musty sour odour that seemed to crawl up their noses. The girls were forced across the hard dirt floor and made to lay down on two low wooden benches. the goons brought our fresh ropes and began tying them down tightly. Doctor Webb crossed the room to a dark corner and wheeled a dark grey device over close to where they were being bound.

” Relax, dear ladies.” The Doctor soothed,” Soon your troubles will be over. I’ve attached a timer to this device. Once we have made our escape, it will activate, filling this room with a deadly gas. If it’s any consolation to you, it’s allegedly painless.”

The girls fought the ropes pinning them, moaning and struggling for all their worth. It was less than useless, they had been securely fastened in this death trap. The goon binding Carol made a final knot.

“Excellent, no go gather my ransom and prepare the car. I want to be gone in less than five minutes.”

“Sure thing boss.” the thug replied and headed upstairs. Detective Hammond smacked the back of the goon’s head the moment it came into view. the goon collapsed into her arms and she dragged her into the kitchen. Lisa grabbed a coil of rope off the floor and tied the henchwoman hand and foot. She then pulled off her scarf, folded it into a thick band and tied it over the girl’s mouth.

“One down, two to go.” the detective whispered, patting her unconscious captive on the back. Lisa hefted her pistol, readied another coil of rope and a gag and hide herself once more.

Doctor Webb paced and glanced at the cellar door. Her assistant should have been back before now. The other goon looked at her nervously.

“You want me to check it out , Boss ?”

The doctor’s eyes narrowed as she looked at her two struggling captives, lying bound on their benches.

“Yes, why don’t you go do that …”

Lisa started as she heard the slow steady tread lurching up the cellar stairs. The pressed herself against the wall, the gun raised high to smash the goon’s skull. they came slowly, cautiously. Did the Doctor suspect something ?

Hammond risked a peek around the corner and saw the derby hat and trench coat. She slipped back and waited. The figure came through the door and around the corner. Lisa’s gun came down…

The girl slumped to the floor, her hat tumbling across the wood floor, revealing long blonde hair over an ugly purple bruise where the gun hit . A white cloth had been tied over her mouth, her hands were bound, hidden by the folds of the trench coat. Penny Pendergast lay unconscious at her feet.

Lisa raised her hands as the gun cocked behind her head. The real goon relieved her of her pistol and ordered the stunned detective back downstairs. Doctor Webb smirked at her as she entered the cellar at gun point. Carol whimpered under her gag.

“Well, well, well Detective Lisa Hammond “unkilled” by the time bomb.”

“Doctor Webb,” Lisa said evenly,” I knew you were behind all this. So why kidnap the same girls ? There are plenty of kids out there with rich parents for you to pilfer.”

“I’m well aware of that, but I hate unfinished business. These little hussies got away from me and YOU got me committed to an insane asylum. You kept me from my rightful money last time Detective, so now I’m getting even.”

” You’re a f@#@ing lunatic Doctor Webb.”

Doctor Webb froze, glaring at her with venomous hatred,” Tie the Detective to Penny’s bench. Make the ropes excruciatingly tight.”

Lisa laid own on the bench as she was ordered and put her hands together in front of her. No sense putting Carol in danger. the goon worked quickly; winding ropes, knotting them, repeating the performance. In moments the detective found herself helplessly tied alongside the girl she was trying to save.

“Comfortable ?” the Doctor asked lightly,” Good, then you can share these tramps fate. I’m going to gas you all !!”

“You’re still a lunatic doctor, whether we’re alive or dead !”
“GAG HER !!” the doctor shrilled.

The goon took out a white pair of panties from her pocket, folded it and stuffed Lisa’s mouth. The Detective garbled something angry at her, fidgeting in her bonds.

“Now go bring Penny back down here and see what happened to the other one. I want to be on the road in seconds.” the doctor ordered. The goon nodded and trotted upstairs. She returned with Penny over one shoulder and dumped her unceremoniously on her belly on the floor. she tied the still unconscious girl’s hands behind her back, bound her ankles and secured the gag.

Doctor Webb set the timer for six minutes and pressed a button. The machine leaped to life.

“There. I’ll leave you three to your gaseous end. If the idea of slowly suffocating to death seems too cruel, just take deep cleansing breaths. Good-bye forever, Detective !!!”

Doctor Webb laughed throatily and ran upstairs, slamming the door behind her. Lisa and Carol wriggled inside the ropes holding them, finding little purchase. Lisa twisted her hands back and forth inside the fat coils of rope. The goon had followed the Doctor’s orders too well however. Minutes ticked by.

The machine kicked into higher gear, a trickle of white gas rolled out, pooled on the floor and spilled out in all directions. A thick tendril of deadly fumes slithered across the dirt toward Penny.

The semi-conscious girl wrinkled her nose at the heavy sickly sweet odour. She moaned quietly behind her gag, hands flexing behind her back. Penny’s eyes flickered to life. The girl saw the fiendish gas flowing toward her and tried to jerk herself upright. The effort slapped her back down hard onto the floor, forcing air from her lungs. Instintively, the girl took in a deep breath and started choking.

The machine opened up full, blasting a fat cone of white doom across the floor. Penny moaned pitifully, trying to wrench herself upright, away from the floating, sliding death coming to embrace her.

the door flew open, feet pounded down the stairs. Lisa and Carol craned their heads in that direction. Debra duche stood framed in the doorway, pillbox hat tilted jauntily to one side, a gun in her right hand.

“Bet you’re glad I didn’t lie low aren’t you, Boss ?”

Doctor Webb and her goons sat bound and gagged against the far wall of the kitchen, looking more than a little unhappy. The bags of ransom money lay piled at their feet. Doctor Webb kicked one of the bags across the floor. The heroes laughed.

“How did you know where to find me ?” Lisa asked her secretary who sat filing her nails.

“Oh I hid in the trunk of you car. Once you went inside the house, i just followed you in.”

“And you didn’t let me know ?”

“Oh like you’d bother to notice me!”

“So anyway, ” Penny threw in,” could you tell us about the rescue ?”

” Sure thing, doll. I was hiding in the kitchen pantry when the boss here drags one of the Doctor’s goons in and ties her up, nice and tight. She’s waiting for the next one, but it ain’t her it’s Miss Pendergast dressed up like her, but the boss doesn’t see it and hits her anyway.”

“That part I remember.’ Penny said, rubbing the lump on her forehead.

“Sorry about that, kid.” Lisa said.

“No problem, Hammond I’ll just deduct my medical bills from your reward money.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“So anyway, the boss gets captured, right ? So I figured I’d wait and see if that wacky doctor would check on her other goon. Lo and behold, she sends up the other one. After she took Miss Pendergast downstairs she came up once more to untie her friend and I just beaned her over the head. The doctor came up afterwards and I nailed her too.”

“So what took you so long ? We could have suffocated down there.”

“Well i had to tie them up nice and tight so they wouldn’t get away…”

“And..” Carol asked.

“And I had to make an appropriately dramatic entrance.”

“Oh…. you… imposssible….” Lisa sputtered.

The authorities were summoned and Doctor Webb and her cohorts were arrested and put in maximum security. Detective Hammond got a fat reward from the girls’ fathers (minus Penny’s medical bills, she wasn’t kidding) and Debra Duche got a fat raise and her name added to the new office glass.

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