Janet Bound 6 | free bondage story

Twenty minutes later, Janet was once again released from her hood, cleaned out with yet another enema and allowed to relieve herself. Hillary busied herself with removing the leather leggings and the foot bondage. She then released the metal cage holding her perfect breasts in their distended agony. The corset came next, Janet gasping in relief as the terrible mechanism was finally released. The only bonds remaining from the terrible last 24 hours were the gag, armbinder and the silicone filling her ears. Hillary went into the cedar chest that held a seemingly endless array of bondage equipment and pulled out a large syringe of some sort of liquid. She forced Janet onto her side and squeezed a large amount of the liquid into her right ear. The silicone almost immediately dissolved into an easily removed sludge. Almost immediately Janet could hear out of that ear again. Hillary cleaned out Janet's other ear giving her back all the sounds that had been completely lost to her.

"Can you hear me, Janet?" Hillary asked. Janet nodded her head, relieved that the deafness was not permanent, as she had become afraid it might have been.

"I decided that I enjoy telling you what I am going to do to you, and you need to hear to have that happen." Hillary said with a smile. "I am going to change your bondage for the next twenty four hours. I am a bit tired of all this leather. I think a good old-fashioned bit of tying you up with white rope would be a nice change. You like that idea?" Janet shook her head negatively as emphatically as she could. Hillary just laughed and grabbed a large, wrapped package of white, cotton rope. It was about a quarter inch thick and very pliable. She flipped Janet onto her stomach and pulled her ankles together. With expert precision she began wrapping the rope tightly around her ankles, binding them tightly together from her ankles to mid-calf. She cinched the rope tightly; there was no chance of kicking her legs free. There was still about 8 feet of rope left over, but Hillary let it stay that way. She had plans for the extra length. Hillary rapidly wrapped other lengths of cord just below her knees. And then another wrapping just above her knees. Her legs were fused together with about thirty feet of rope. Hillary dragged Janet over to the piano in the corner of the living room. She flipped Janet onto her stomach and began the lengthy task of removing the armbinder that had held her immobile for over a day.

"Okay Janet, I am going to take this thing off you. I swear if you resist me even a little I will put that leather helmet back on you and bind you so tightly you will not be able to twitch a muscle. You cannot escape, but if you try, you will regret it. Do you understand?"

Janet nodded her head and grunted an affirmative. Anything to give her arms some movement. The armbinder was finally loosened and pulled off her. Her hands were still wrapped in the thumbless leather mittens, fingers wrapped around the rubber balls she was forced to grasp. Her arms felt like jelly, having been in the same position for so long. Janet was still on her belly as Hillary took her wrists and pulled them over her head. She rapidly wrapped the wrists together binding them tightly. She then ran a length of rope from her wrists to the leg of the piano, pulling her arms tightly over her head and keeping them there.

"What a good girl you are Janet, you are actually learning." Hillary mocked. I'm afraid it's about to get bad again, though. Like I told you before, those tits of yours look so good bound in some way. I am going to wrap about a mile of rope around them. It is going to hurt quite a bit, but it will look so terrific. I think it will be worth it, don't you?" Janet only groaned in helplessness, she knew that there was nothing she could say or do to stop what was about to happen. Hillary forced Janet to bring her legs up so that Janet lifted her chest off the ground. Hillary took another length of rope and made a quick slipknot out of one end. She dropped the lasso opening over Janet's perfect right tit and pulled the knot tight; her breast swelled out like a filling balloon. She ran the end of the cord under her left tit and brought it around her back and left it there. She took another length of the cotton rope, made another slipknot loop and bound her left tit in the same way. She brought the rope end under her swollen right tit and up around to her back. Hillary then tightly knotted the two ends from each tit together. Each breath Janet took in just seemed to tighten the ropes. Hillary was just starting though, like she said it was going to get a lot worse. Taking another long length of rope, Hillary began to wrap it around Janet's tits in an impossibly tight figure eight shape. Going from the base of one breast, over the top and around the entire other breast, then back over the top of the first one. Hillary repeated this at least 10 times, keeping the ropes as tight as she possibly could. She finally seemed happy with the wrapping. Janet just stayed in the same position - the fight had gone out of her. Besides, this new breast bondage did not cause as much discomfort as the steel monstrosity she had been forced to wear for all those hours. Hillary got some very thin cord out of the box she had to hold all this bondage gear. It was the kind of cord kids use to fly kites. It was very thin and very strong. Perfect for binding giant tits like Janet's. Hillary cut off a fifteen-foot piece of the string and began to work on the right breast. She tied one end off and ran it diagonally across her artificially erect nipple and ran it under one of the ropes binding the base in the figure eight. Hillary attacked the tit with great relish, going from one side to the other with the thin cord. Each pass dug into the distended breast, each pass forced the flesh into more and more of an unnatural shape. Soon the mammary was covered like a spider web, back and forth more times then Janet could count. Only small bits of flesh could be seen straining around the string. Hillary ran nine or ten of the strings around Janet's back to be tied off to the original slipknot rope that was knotted in the middle of Janet's back. Again every time Janet took a breath, the ropes and thin cords tightened very slightly. Hillary, with great relish, bound the left globe up in exactly the same fashion as the right one. All through this, Janet continued to not even bother to struggle, she was still too exhausted from the hours she had spent in the hood and single sleeve. She was beginning to recover her strength though, and the pain of the breast webbing was beginning to make Janet squirm. Finally Hillary was satisfied that the massive globes were bound well enough. She forced Janet back flat down on her stomach, her arms bound above her head to the piano leg, her legs stretched out, bound by miles of rope. Janet tried to cry out through the rubber ball filling her aching mouth out as her weight was pressed onto her bound boobs. The harness gag was still as effective as ever, her cries of agony reduced to pitiful mews.

"Okay Janet, your big chance is coming up, I am going to untie your hands. Not for long, I'll admit, but if you are going to make a break for it, this is going to be your only chance for the next eighteen hours or so. Of course, the harder you fight the worse it is going to be. Your hands are still going to be in those leather mittens, so you will not be able to untie your legs. You won't be able to get that gag out. I want you to remember that no matter how hard you fight, you can never get free. I am going to finish binding you in a horribly uncomfortable way, and there is nothing you can do to stop me. However, again, if you fight me it will be worse, if that is possible. So, here we go." Hillary reached up and quickly untied her wrists, and pulled them behind her back. Janet tried to fight a little, but her position allowed for no leverage. Hillary pulled Janet's left arm behind her back, so that her bound left hand was touching her waist on the left side. Her arm making an "L" shape from her shoulder to her hand. She brought her right arm down so it was in the exact same position. She then wrapped some rope around her left wrist ad tied it to her right elbow, then tying her right wrist to the other elbow. Her arms were now held in a double arm bar behind her back.

"Jesus fucking Christ Janet, you hardly fought at all! You realize that this is the rest of your life here. What do you have to lose? I am obviously not going to kill you, yet you meekly allow me to take away your freedom, to bind your body like a cow to be branded. Now it is too late. I want you to think about how close you were to freedom. All it would take is a lucky shot, you flail around with those bound hands, and they are like fists. Too late now, time for some more rope." Janet just groaned softly into her gag in defeat. She still did not fight. Hillary began wrapping cotton cord around and around her bound arms, mummifying them from wrist to wrist together. It was tight and expertly done; there was no give at all. Hillary then ran some cords from the arms to the ropes leading from her breasts that had been tied off in the middle of her back. Because her arms could not move downward, this additional binding did not cause too much more tension in the breast ropes, but still, every twitch of her arms would be transmitted to her aching tits.

"Okay Janet, you have heard of a "hog-tie" haven't you? A regular hogtie would be tying your wrists to your ankles. We are already well beyond such mundane bondage. I am going to put you into a modified hog-tie. Of course the modifications are just to make it stricter. Here, let me demonstrate." She grabbed the end of the rope that was binding Janet's ankles together. She pulled her legs up so her toes were pointing towards her head, and looped the cord from the ankle underneath all the ropes coming around her body that bound her breasts. Slowly but surely Hillary pulled her legs up higher and higher. Her ankles actually were touching her akimbo arms! Janet could not believe the pressure being exerted; she could feel the slipknots around her bound tits being pulled tighter and tighter. The webbing over the globes also began to constrict even more. Hillary was able to bring Janet's feet all the way up so her ankles were snug against her forearms, her body bowed unnaturally. Hillary looped the rope back and forth between her ankles and back ropes, until she finally knotted it off.

"Wow Janet, I am impressed, I had no idea you could be so flexible. Of course all that rope sure does help to let you stretch." Janet tested her bonds, twitching her legs. It was horrible; her legs' every movement was transmitted straight to her tits, through the cords and string bound to them. Hillary had a short length of the kite string that she used to tie Janet's big toes together. She then pulled the string up and around the ropes at her back. This forced her feet into a point, her toes pointing straight at her head. Hillary got up and flipped Janet onto her side, eliciting more delicious moans of discomfort from the bound form.

"I think we need to change that gag. It is pretty mundane for such a great bondage. Besides you are making way too much noise." Janet knew that she was making pitifully little noise behind her gag, but she could not protest too much. Hillary rummaged around the box and pulled out another evil looking assemblage of straps and rubber. Janet knew with certainty that she would soon be wearing that thing in her mouth and on her face. She also knew it would be strict and effective. Janet was still on her side, so Hillary could easily reach the buckles holding the harness ball gag in Janet's mouth to loosen it. Hillary was not even bothering to warn Janet about making noise when she removed the gag. Both Janet and Hillary knew that if Janet started to scream the ball would be rammed back in before anyone would hear her. With a little effort Hillary popped the two and three quarter inch red ball from behind her teeth. The webbing of the harness was pulled away, and the last of the bonds from the last twenty-four hours, except for the thumbless mittens still on her hands, was pulled away. Hillary immediately began putting the new gag into place. It was a harness variety, just like the old one. The only difference was the gag itself. Instead of a formed rubber ball filling her mouth a soft flaccid piece of rubber was forced in her. The multiple straps were pulled around her head in a now familiar pattern - one wide strap around her mouth, straps running from it around her face, over her head and under her chin.

"Some more of your bondage education coming up now Janet," Hillary helpfully began explaining. "I know you are wondering what is in your mouth. Well it is a rubber bladder, and the gag is called a pump gag. I am going to attach this bulb pump to the bladder. Watch what happens when I squeeze the bulb." Hillary had attached a rubber tube with a bulb pump to the front of Janet's mouth. She held it right in front of her wide, terrified eyes.

"Pweeth don' do dis," Janet was able to croak out around the unfilled bladder. "Whad do you wan' from me?" She pleaded, unable to articulate around the rubber. Hillary gave the pump a hard squeeze. The bladder jumped to life in Janet's mouth.

"Nooooooo!" Janet screamed. Her cries started out fairly loudly, but as the air hissed into the bladder it was getting larger and larger. Another squeeze and more air hissed in. Janet's tongue was forced down, her jaws began to spread apart and her cheeks began to fill with rubber. Again and again Hillary squeezed, making the bladder grow more and more. Janet's mouth was biting into the straps holding it closed. Her jaws were unable to open any further, but still the rubber grew in the cavity. She could feel it touching the back of her throat; her cheeks were distending out. This gag was far more effective then the simple ball she had been wearing for the last day. Hillary finally seemed satisfied that Janet could not take anymore without dislocating her jaw. She pulled all the buckles holding the straps around her face.

"Now, my little bitch, that is a gag isn't it?" Hillary gloated. Janet could not even groan with any effectiveness. This thing filled her mouth completely.

"Okay Janet, almost done. Let's get that head a little more immobilized, then I can let you struggle and squirm for the next day or so. Sound like fun?" Janet just lay there. What else could she do? Hillary got one more piece of white rope, and tied it to a metal "O" ring that was attached to a strap from the gag right between her wide blue eyes. She roughly pulled the rope straight down, forcing Janet's chin to rest on her collarbone. She wrapped the rope under the middle of the figure eight rope web that was strapping her breasts together. She pulled the rope as tight as she could, immobilizing her head before tying off the rope. Now every movement of her head created even more tension on her poor abused tits. Hillary took one final rope and ran it through another "O" ring at the very top of her head. She then pulled it brutally taunt and tied it to the roadblock of rope in the middle of her back. If Janet tried to move her head forward it tightened the rope leading from the base of her tits. If she tried to move back it pulled at the ropes directly at her tits. She was now forced to stare at her own abused breasts unable to move her head even a centimeter.

"Well Janet, I guess that is enough for now. I am going down to the cafe and have some coffee. You can spend some time getting used to this little arrangement." Hillary went and changed for a leisurely repast. Janet was lying in the middle of the floor, on her side. Her legs were cramping horribly, but any attempt to get some relief only pulled everything tighter. Her tits felt like they were on fire; she could see they were a dark purple underneath all that rope enveloping them. Tears dribbled from her eyes, her breathing was ragged and forced through her nose. She heard Hillary say goodbye and the door close. Once again she was left totally alone. In spite of the sheer hopelessness of it she still twitched and struggled in a desperate attempt to get something loose. There was nothing but a slowly constricting web of rope that Janet could feel. Once again she was placed in horrible inescapable bondage.