Kidnapped bondage story | victim, chain, toilet experiment

“Position: Young outgoing university age men and women wanted for psych experiment. $40 a day. Chance to be part of a major study for my PHD. Contact Julie at Ext 8654.”

Each person was granted an interview and Julie told them, “I am doing research into the psychological effects of kidnapping and abuse on people and how normal people will react to strange circumstances. There will be six people in all in the experiment.”

“The experiment involves one person being chosen at random to be a kidnap victim and the others her kidnappers. The victim will be a hostage, and I mean it. They will not be able to leave once it starts, for up to a month over the mid term break.”

She leaned forward again. “You all must be prepared to sign a formal legal contract giving up your freedom and waving your human rights for one month!”

As each person agreed, Julie held up her hand and said, “Not so fast. First up we do a full psych test to ensure you are mentally up to this.”

Over the next 3 hours, Julie grilled them through a set of very intense tests. By the end of the 3 hours, they felt as though Julie had opened their brains and emptied them onto the floor.

During the next couple of months, Julie regularly interviewed each person, and their attitudes and personality was carefully measured. They met the other five people and they got to know each other.

Finally, the big day arrived and they all turned up at Julie’s home to meet the course supervisor and put the experiment into action.

Julie put all their names into a hat and the course supervisor pulled a name at random; that person would be the unlucky kidnap victim. Julie delayed the announcement to explain the rules.

“There is a $1000 bonus per person to the kidnap team if they can prevent the victim escaping and a further $1000 per person if they can get the kidnap victim to tell them their secret. If the victim keeps the secret the victim gets all the $5000. Escape - another $5000. Losers get nothing!”

Julie smiled at the expressions on the faces; suddenly this wasn’t such a game. She opened the folded bit of paper and with great fanfare announced that Sally was the victim.

“Now before it starts, I will take Sally to one side and give her the secret.” She led Sally out of the room and whispered in her ear.

Sally giggled and they heard her say, “I have to keep that secret no matter what they do to me?”

Julie nodded and replied, “If you want $5000, that is.”

She guided Sally back into the room and handled her over to the kidnappers. One of the men had rushed out to his car while Sally was away and produced a long length of rope. He quickly grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back.

The other two men tied her wrists tightly behind her back, wrapping the rope six times around her slender wrists and then cinching them off very tight.

They then continued to wrap the rope around her waist and wrists and pulled the rope very tight. Sally gasped as her arms were against pinned to her back and her breath exploded out from her stomach. Further sets of ropes were tied around her elbows and breasts totally immobilising her arms.

While this was happening, the two women had bound and clinched her ankles, below her knees, above her knees and round her thighs.

They laid Sally down on the floor and tied a strict hogtie from her feet to her neck. Using a military hogtie, they had placed a noose around her neck that meant any slightest attempt to straighten up would cut off her air supply!

She was about to protest at this treatment as being over the top when they stuffed her mouth full with one of the woman’s underpants and then taped her mouth firmly shut with duct tape.

The tape was placed horizontally over her mouth as well as in long strips from high up on her cheeks to well under her chin.

“Where shall we keep her?” asked one of the women, now that Sally was lying helpless on the floor.

Julie took them out of the room and said, “We have provided a safe venue at the university's expense. It is in the country and miles from the nearest neighbour.” She gave them a map of the location and said, “See you there.”

They picked the helpless Sally up as they walked out and dumped her into the boot of John’s car. It was fairly new, for a student’s car, and not likely to have fumes. Sally groaned and tried to arrange herself as comfortably as possible. It was nearly impossible!

The ropes were so tight that she had lost all sensation in every limb, her back ached from bending and her mouth tasted like nothing on earth; she was positive that Debbie, the girl whose panties were crammed in her mouth, had not changed them for a week!

Finally after about two hours of miserably shuffling around in the boot, she felt the car stop and the boot was opened. They grabbed her and carried her into the house. Their instructions said that a small box room on the third floor of the old Victorian mansion had been prepared for them.

Sally groaned as she saw that the very small room had been stripped of furniture. The windows were boarded over and a number of ringbolts drilled into the walls at various places.

Lying on the floor was an extensive set of bondage gear. Handcuffs, shackles, chains, steel collars, spreader bars, and miles of nylon rope. They lay Sally down on the floor and untied her hogtie. She groaned in pleasure at being able to stretch her legs.

Moving quickly, they untied her arms and legs and pulled her over to the wall.

“Stop,” said one of the girls as they went to handcuff her hands above her head.

“Thank you,” muttered Sally, thinking that they were saving her the discomfort of sitting with her arms suspended above her head.

“Strip her first. Make it less easy for her to escape that way and also add to the general torment. She will talk quicker if her spirit is broken quicker!” the woman added.

Sally screamed into her gag as they tore her blouse and bra off and then pulled her skirt and panties roughly away.

There was an awful sensation between her legs as they pulled a chain through them and locked her waist and crotch in its rough embrace. They then pulled the chain back to the wall and padlocked her at either hip.

Her arms were then pulled above her head and handcuffed there. The final horror was that the two women pulled her legs wide apart and locked a 4-foot spreader bar between them; this was then attached by a chain to the opposite wall.

They said goodnight and walked out of the room. “Goodnight?” thought Sally as she attempted to move into a position that did not mean sitting on the chain links in such a way that they were 80% up her ass.

Oh my god! Sally thought. They intend to leave me alone till the morning! She did some quick mental calculations, We met at 10:30, allow 30 minutes for the briefing and another 2 hours to get me here. That means it must be about 1pm. Assume they come for me by 8am, I have 19 HOURS to suffer.

She gave way to her emotions and cried.

“Very interesting that the kidnap emotions are already kicking in so early.” said Julie to her co-observer in the camera room. There were hidden cameras and mic’s all over the house and grounds. Every move that the kidnappers made was being recorded and analysed to enable real kidnap cases to be investigated better and better counselling for victims to occur.

Later on in the night, Sally woke up from her disturbed sleep and felt the chains between her legs dig deep into her vagina. She moved her hips experimentally and felt a thrill of excitement course through her body. Rotating rhythmically against the chain she was able to keep her mind off her aching arms, thighs and ass.

The night dragged slowly past and the next morning as she sat famished and helpless against the wall, the door opened and in walked the two girls carrying a large meal. It was laid out on a tray and a empty glass was beside the plate. No knifes or forks were present of course.

They unhandcuffed her and put the tray down just out of reach of Sally’s hands and observed her anguish as she tried to reach for the food. “Tell us,” they asked.

“Get stuffed,” replied Sally still trying to reach the tray with her fingertips, her crotch chains holding her firm against the wall.

“Ok, John, Sally wants gravy and wine with her meal instead of water,” they shouted.

John walked into the room and approached Sally’s meal. He unzipped his fly and sprayed urine all over her meal and filled the glass with more.

“Hope you enjoy the taste,” he said as he zipped up and pushed the tray beside her hands.

Sally sobbed as they walked out of the room. She pushed the tray aside in disgust, but as she sat back her aching stomach told her that if she didn’t eat she was going to be in trouble. Also if they succeeded in breaking her so soon, then she was doomed.

She remembered reading that human urine was not poisonous and that some people drank it as a health remedy. Once at a party she had even done so herself as a bet. Sally pulled the tray close and started to eat. The taste was awful, but bearable. At least, it was food.

“Round one in survival to Sally,” she said out loud.

“Agreed,” said Julie in her booth.

A while later, Sally's kidnappers entered the room and unlocked her from the wall, her arms were handcuffed behind her back and she was taken to a bathroom on the floor below and her ankle chained to the old fashioned bath by a metre long chain.

“You have 15 minutes to use the toilet and clean yourself," they said as they left. One man however pulled up a chair and sat down to watch. “Sorry, no privacy can’t trust you not to escape.”

Sally sighed and sat down on the toilet. She struggled to perform her ablutions with this smiling man watching her every move and the handcuffs eliminated any cleaning of the front of her body.

“Like me to wash your front?” he asked.

“F…. off” she replied. The man just laughed and grabbed the wet cloth. He then rubbed her breasts and between her legs so hard she gasped in pain.

“Teach you not to be cheeky, bitch,” he said. “Now shall I dry you off?”

“Thank you,” replied Sally.

“Sorry - no time,” he said, picking up the keys and unchaining her from the bath. He led her into another room that had a small cupboard in one corner. It was only 500mm square and 1200mm high. He pushed Sally into the cupboard and after a lot of struggling, settled her into a crouching position.

“Enjoy life,” he said as shut the door and locked it.

Sally was in trouble. She hated small spaces and this was very small. She could not stand fully up or sit fully down. If she leant too much back, the handcuffs dug into her wrists painfully. She knew deep down that this would be a 12-hour punishment at least.

Should I just give in and say bugger the $5k? They will treat me better if they have to only keep me prisoner. If I agreed to let them have all the money they might even let me escape... These thoughts raced through her mind, but she decided that she was made of sterner stuff and anyway why should she reward them by giving in after the way they had treated her.

“Bastards, you won’t get a bloody cent!” she exclaimed.

“See how anger at her kidnappers is allowing her to overcome her worst fears and deal with extreme discomfort. Almost irrational determination to cheat them by not giving in,” said Julie to the supervisor.

The day passed very slowly for Sally, but eventually she felt the door open and she fell face first onto the floor. Her back was killing her and she blinked at the suddenly bright light.

“Ready to talk yet?” the woman asked. “No? Oh well, stage three.”

They gave her another 15 minutes to toilet and eat and then led her outside the house. It was already darkening and the sun was well gone, so even for the middle of summer, it was starting to chill.

Sally saw one of the other men driving four stakes into the grass with a large hammer. She knew immediately that she was going to be staked out naked all night. It was a clear night and the stars were coming out, so she knew she was in for a very cold night.

No point fighting it, she thought and trying bravely to cover her anxiety, she walked straight to the stakes and laid herself out spread-eagled.

“Make sure the ropes are real tight. I would like to be 6 inches taller,” she quipped.

The man smiled and gave each rope another firm tug. Sally felt her arms would be pulled from the sockets, but smiled at him.

Suddenly she was hit with a blast of freezing cold water as the woman sprayed the garden hose all over her body. “Don’t be smart, or a hero,” she said as they walked away. Sally shivered and looked up at the stars. Oh well, I did volunteer and I do like bondage.

She experimented with struggling to get warm and instantly regretted teasing the man into tightening the ropes; she couldn’t move an inch. Suddenly she felt a movement on her right leg, the stake was moving in the ground!

Frantically she pulled on each limb and felt the sandy ground compact. After about four hours of pulling and pulling and pulling, she felt the stake pull free. Minutes later, she was free for the first time in nearly 48 hours!

Julie sighed and said to herself, “Poor fool."

The others who had watched Sally’s struggles from the start let her take 5 steps towards freedom before they raced out and crashed her to the ground. Sally sobbed as they roughly led her back to the closet and locked her in again.

The next morning, Sally was again allowed 15 minutes to toilet, eat and wash and then was led into a room. The main feature of the room was a long bed. At each end of the bed were wooden stocks for her wrists and ankles. They made her lay down on the bed and securely locked her into the stocks.

Sally gasped as they then turned the handles on the rack and stretched her body to the maximum limit. Her joints creaked as the tension was taken up and she felt her muscles twitch.

Suddenly she thrashed her body as a feather was dragged across her tights and down her left leg. Given the tension on her body she was amazed that the sensation of tickling was sufficient to make her move so much.

Her five kidnappers started working on each part of her body separately. Each one coordinated with the others to ensure that she could not predict where the next torment would come from.

The feeling was horrific. Her entire body was screaming for mercy, but only the same question came, “Tell us your secret.” Sally was determined that she would not break and simply bit down on her tongue and started reciting nursery rhythms.

After some hours of not only tickle torture, but also having her body stretched to the limit on the rack, her kidnappers simply walked out of the room.

“We can’t break her,” said John, “The bitch is the most stubborn person I have ever met.”

“Yes, we have tried sensory deprivation, cold, extreme bondage, tickle torture and humiliation, what else is left?” said Michele.

“Well we could try the ultimate punishment for a woman,” said Angie.

“No that is out, what about we try my first suggestion?” said Michael.

They all smiled and agreed it was worth a try.

Sally was roughly wakened from her sleep; she had fallen asleep on the rack once the tickling had stopped. They dragged her down to the basement of the house where a large round wheel was mounted on a wall. Half of the wheel was submerged in a trough of water.

They marched Sally over to the wheel and tied her spread-eagled on it. She shivered as her legs were immersed in the icy water. Once they stepped back from binding her arms, legs, torso and neck to the wheel, Sally looked at them and said, “Oh my, you have dipped my legs in cold water, oh dear I will never survive.” She laughed and spat at the nearest girl.

“We'll see if you survive this,” replied the girl as she turned a knob on the wall.

Sally gasped in surprise as the wheel started to slowly turn, her left leg emerged very slowly from the water and her right arm started to revolve towards it. It was then she gasped the horror of her situation.

Ever so slowly her right arm submerged in the icy water and it approached her head. She begged them to turn off the wheel as finally the water reached her head and she disappeared beneath the depths.

The wheel slowly revolved and small bubbles came from the surface of the dark water. At the current speed of 1 revolution every 3 minutes Sally was submerged for around 60 seconds, but to her it seemed like a year.

She burst panting into the air and the water streamed off her long hair. As the wheel turned her hair fell unpleasantly over her face. Before long she felt the horrible helplessness as she submerged again.

This time she took a deep breath and opened her eyes, in order to better judge the time remaining. The kidnappers smiled and sat back to watch the show.

After three hours Sally was very cold, but still defiant. She had gotten use to the sensation of being dipped under water every 2 minutes and now felt quite at ease. She had taken to taunting her kidnappers during the breaks between being submerged, with how she would spend the thousands of dollars and how they would have nothing.

Julie was amazed that even under what most people would call torture, she was calm and relaxed. She even started to laugh in their faces as they threatened her with slowing the wheel down even more.

Finally they gave up and stopped the wheel. Sally hung sideways on to the water and dipped while they decided on her next torment. Finally they untied her and dragged her over to a bench.

One of the women had brought a large sheet into the room and they proceeded to wrap her tightly in it. Sally felt the sheet tighten around her body as they sewed the shroud firmly around her.

The feeling was delicious. She loved the way the shroud clung to her body and increased her feeling of helplessness. To her surprise, they then picked her up and lowered her into a coffin.

“Bye bye Sally,” they jeered as they lowered the lid down on her. She screamed as she heard the screws being placed in the coffin lid and screwed down.

Sally felt the coffin being lifted up and carried some distance, she then felt a slight sinking movement and she heard a voice say, “You are in a real coffin, and being lowered into a real six foot deep grave. There is sufficient air for a small period of time, but we will let you guess how long. We will be waiting to hear your secret and then we will dig you up. Don’t wait too long to talk.”

The next sound was dirt hitting the top of her coffin. A ghastly silence followed. Sally felt the oppressive feeling of being buried alive and knowing that she was the ultimate prisoner. All the old horror films flashed into her mind. She knew that this was it she must give in now.

“Ok, Bill Gates is a communist,” she sobbed.

“Well done Sally,” the voice said the voice and after a long while she heard the sound of scraping as they dug her up. She sobbed hysterically in despair at giving in and losing the $5000.

Finally the lid was lifted off and they hauled her into the light. One of the women put her arm around the sobbing Sally and apologised for their treatment of her.

“We only have to hold you prisoner now for the next 4 weeks and we get the money. Sorry that it will mean a lack of freedom for you, but at least the torture is over.”

Sally was carried off, still in her tight fitting shroud, back too her original cell. They laid her down on the floor and attached a chain around her ankles.

For the next few weeks Sally lived in her shroud, they had cut a hole at the back to allow her to toilet, but apart from that she lived wrapped helplessly in the material. Her arms and legs ached constantly from the lack of movement and several times she attempted to free herself.

In the end, Julie walked in with the kidnappers and declared the experiment over, Sally was cut free and she inspected the pressure sores all over her body with a grimace.

“Kidnappers here is your cheque for $1000 each, and Sally here is your $5000 cheque,” she said.

The kidnappers protested violently. “But she talked.”

“But she lied!” replied Sally with a broad grin, “You are all bloody fools, thinking I gave in so easily. I just made up a secret and you pack of pompous fools believed me. Just because you tied me up in agony, locked me in a standing cell, half drowned me, tickled me beyond belief, staked me out and froze me half to death, humiliated me and buried me alive. Me! A master in the new bondage degree at the university.”

She turned to Julie and asked with a expectant voice, “Do I get my Doctorate?”

Julie smiled and replied, “Yes, I think you can add the initials “Dr B&D;” after your name. Congratulations, Doctor.”

Sally turned to the amazed and dazed kidnappers and laughed till her sides hurt.