Janet Bound 10 | free bondage story

Janet’s perfect body was suspended in mid air.  She had been bound in her stiffened leather cocoon for 83 hours now.  Her real struggles had long ceased by this time, as her entire focus was just to breath.  The hardened leather suit was like rock now, crushing her body from every angle.  The fans that had been set up to dry the suit still hummed around her, keeping her body cool enough so the heat build up in the leather suit would not kill her.  The room itself had slowly reduced in temperature until it was about 45 degrees in the room.  Even in her impossibly tight, and claustrophobic hell, Janet could feel the chill all around her.   If someone had been in the room, and had turned off the fans, they would have heard the straining of thin breathing, as Janet struggled to get air into her crushed lungs.  The thin tubes that carried the air in her nostrils whistled each time as she did the only thing she was capable of now, which was to breath.   Almost every inhalation was followed by groans from deep inside the leather cocoon.  Of course Janet could hear none of this, because of the compound that filled her ears, making her deaf to the world.   She could not see anything, but the endless black of the inside of the hood that so completely enclosed her head.  The only thing she could feel was endless leather covering every millimeter of her compressed body.  The only thing she could taste was the huge rubber mass that stretched her jaws farther than she would have thought possible.  The only thing she could even smell was the plastic of the thin tubes that were allowing her to wheeze in her pathetic amounts of air.  Every sense had been completely taken away from her; she was bound and gagged completely.  She hung suspended, like a shapely fly, in a stiff leather cocoon.  Janet could do nothing but cry, and breath, and slowly lose her mind.

Eventually the door to Janet’s private hell opened, and in walked her sadistic tormentors.  Janet was unaware of this, as she was unaware of anything by this point.  Hillary came in first, followed by Cliff.  He was dragging a very evil looking metal trunk, with many locks and bands around it.  Hillary was practically jumping up and down when she saw what nearly five days of curing had done to Janet’s cocoon.  She rushed into the cold room like a kid on Christmas, squealing with pleasure as she moved quickly over to the motionless form that was Janet.  She was rubbing her hands up and down the incredibly taut torso of the poor girl.

       Oh yeah,” she said.  “This is amazing, the leather is stiffer than I thought it would be, I bet she could not flex her body at all, even if she wasn’t strung up like that.”

       “Is she still alive?” Cliff asked with amazement.  “I don’t believe it.”

       Hillary put her fingers under the tubing coming from Janet’s nose, and felt the slight breeze of her tortured breathing.  She flashed an impish grin at Cliff and said, “You have no faith Cliffy, she is just fine.”  Hillary gestured towards the metal box and asked.  “Do you think our new big titted girl is awake yet?”

       Cliff nodded his head in the affirmative.  “Yeah I think I felt her trying to struggle when I was pulling the box out of the van. “

       Hillary felt a familiar pang of lust course through her, as the thought of that poor young girl waking up so as stringently bound as she was in a box like that filled her head.

       Inside the box, Lisa Sullivan struggled against the bonds that Hillary had put on her.  She had no idea what had happened to her. She had come home from school, gotten a drink of juice from her fridge.  She felt incredibly tired and had laid down for a quick nap.  She had woken up in this incredibly awkward position, finding she could not move at all, in total darkness.  She was on her back, with her legs bent at the knee and folded under her so her heels were against her ass.  She could feel straps around her thighs, keeping them fused to the ankles.  There was something huge shoved up her ass, twisting inside her body, and something even larger jammed in he her pussy, and it too moved like a thing alive.  Her arms were fused together behind her back, completely wrapped, in what felt like, soft leather.  Her hands could not move at all, as they had been wrapped individually into tight fists.  Desperately she struggled as she tried to lift her body off her bound arms, and legs, but there were other straps leading from all over her form that kept her tightly pressing on her arms and feet trapped under her.   More troubling than the horrible arch her body was bound in was the fact she could not see, or hear anything, there was something rubbery stretched around her face with incredible tightness.  It felt like is covered her entire head with equal vigor, blocking out all sound and light, keeping her in horrible darkness.  Her mouth was filled with a rubber mass that stretched her jaws as far as possible.  She moaned into the gag, but she could not even hear her own pathetic groans of discomfort, however she could not hear any of this since her ears were completely filled with a putty like compound that blocked out all sound.  She tried again to shake her head, to somehow dislodge the items keeping her deaf, but like the rest of her body, her skull was strapped down from many different angles, and she could not move it even a millimeter. This did not stop her from trying though, as she tried to twist and turn her delicious body free from her leather and rubber prison.  Someone had to hear her, and release her from this incredibly strict and cruel bondage.

       Outside the box that was Lisa’s prison, Cliff could actually feel the metal trunk move with her desperate struggles.   He was silently impressed with her strength, as he had helped to strap her unconscious form into the tiny case.  He knew that she was bound so that no movement was really possible, and yet she was still able to let her presence known to him, with her struggles.

       “So now that, your new chesty bitch is awake in her box.”  Cliff told Hillary.  “You want to play with her yet?”

       Hillary thought for a second, half of her wanting to keep the new girl in the box for a while longer, to let her struggle in bondage that she had no idea how she got into.  The idea of the fear and panic that must be going through that poor girl made her weak in the knees.  As delightful as that prospect was a better idea came to her.

       “I think I want her to see Janet here, before we bring her down.  Let her know what is in store for her later.”  She finally said.

       Cliff nodded his head, and began the laborious process of unlocking all the straps and seals that held the trunk closed.  He finally turned one last key and lifted the heavy lid up, to expose the lovely body inside.    Lisa was a small girl, almost tiny.   A couple inches over five feet tall, she had pale skin and seemed delicate all over.   Everything about her was small except her tits.  Huge firm things that had not been affected by gravity or age at all.  Of course the fact that Lisa was barely 18 years old made her amazing tits a little more believable.  Lisa had spent her high school years as part of the “grunge” type crowd, simply because it allowed her to wear huge, loose fitting clothes, that hid her amazing figure.  She was secretly ashamed of her overt sexual form, and was looking forward to the day when she could get breast reduction surgery, so that she could be less self aware of the stares every time she wore anything even remotely snug.  It was her breasts that had caused her to be locked like some old clothes into a metal trunk.  Cliff had been in Los Angeles, and had spotted Lisa in a mall, wearing dowdy clothes and trying to hide her chest with folded arms.  She had gone to the mall, to try and shop, ironically enough, for bras.  Her amazing dimensions made finding such a simple item of clothing an endless chore.  She had come to the mall because a new foundation store had opened there, and it had the promise of specializing in “Hard to find sizes”.    Cliff noticed her delicate elflike features, and started following her around, mostly out of habit, but also with an eye to see what she had to offer a twisted bondage lover like himself.   He busied himself, looking like a nervous husband shopping for his wife.  He walked right behind the pixie like girl, and glanced at the bra she was looking at.  She did not even notice him, as he glanced over to look at the tag dangling from the undergarment.  He almost collapsed when he saw “34 DD” listed there.  He knew at that moment he would have to have her.  He watched as she made her purchases, and discreetly followed her as she left.  His own car was on the opposite side of the mall from hers, once he had her license plate number; he had all the information he needed.  He spent a few weeks learning all about her.  That she rented a cheap apartment, while she went to college.  That she was a loner, who was obsessed on her studies.  That she lived miles away from her family, and she was just starting to make friends.  She was perfect, like a gift from the gods.  Unattached, timid, and for the first time out on her own.   The thing he most feared when he took a woman was instant discovery of the victim being missing.  The more time that passed, the less likely that any slight clue he might have inadvertently left would be discovered.  He had been taking trips to the city and studying Lisa for about a month, when he had told Hillary about her.  He had long since made a duplicate of the door key, and had even experimented with going in her apartment when she was either at work or at school.  She only spent about 7 hours a day at home, she was so busy, and so he had her schedule down pat.   When he brought Hillary, they had snuck in her apartment, drugged all the drinks in her refrigerator, and waited for her to come back.   They had actually left a small camera in her kitchen; concealed in the cabinet right near the fridge, so they saw when she took out the cranberry juice she liked, and had a big glass of it.  The drugged liquid would only take a few minutes to completely knock her out.   They went into the apartment, stripped and tied Lisa into a small ball, with hood and inflatable gag, and crammed her into a stiffened sports bag.  She was small enough that she fit right in.  They replaced all the liquids they had drugged with ones that were untainted, removed the camera, and quickly took their new prize into the parking lot; put her into the van they had parked there, and quickly sped away.  Hillary had done most of the binding into the transport case, reveling in getting to bend her lovely body into the unnatural shape it was forced to endure now.   He ran his hand over her exposed torso, reveling in how tight her skin was, with her body bent back the way it was.  Lisa felt the strange, rough hand running over her body, stopping to dwell on her mammoth, exposed breasts.  She moaned and struggled to stop this unwanted attention, to let whoever was touching her know that she wanted out of whatever was holding her.  She tried screaming, and could not even hear the pathetic muffled mew through the inflatable gag and strict rubber helmet that wrapped over her face.  The sound only served to excite Cliff even more, as he kneaded and groped her breasts harder.  Lisa was sobbing desperately in her impossible prison, still trying to get some relief from the constriction placed upon her.  Cliff could hardly believe how erotic the poor girl looked, just a torso straining and hopelessly struggling.  He honestly regretted that he was about to let her go, he wanted to keep her like this forever. With a wistful sigh, he began to unstrap her head from the various straps that were holding her down.  It took almost ten minutes, but Cliff finally unlocked the last strap that held her down into the case.  He lifted her tiny body out of the case, easily picking up her one hundred pounds.  She was still in skintight arm binder; the inflatable gag still crammed her mouth painfully full.  Her legs were still strapped ankle to thigh by wide pliable leather belts.  Worst of all the heavy rubber mask still covered her face in brutally snug fashion.  Cliff placed her on the carpeted floor, facing Janet’s still quivering form suspended in her own leather cocoon.  Lisa felt herself placed on the floor, resting on her heels.  Despite her still strict bondage, she was mostly relieved to not be on her back anymore.  The hands that had moved her moved away, and she sat there quietly for a moment, waiting for the release of her bonds to continue.  She began to panic again, when no one seemed to be removing anything at all.  She tried pulling her arms up, to try and rip the rubber off her face herself.  The violent struggle only pulled on a strap that ran from a belt around her waist, over her bellybutton, down between her legs, and then attached to the tip of the arm binder.  All her struggling did was drag the dildos in her cunt and ass deeper in her.  She moaned with impotent anger, as she realized that she was still completely helpless and her body was still being violated so callously.  She was twisting her lovely pale body in delicious ways, as she pulled desperately at the arm binder.  Her head shook back and forth, trying to get the skintight helmet off her face.  Cliff and Hillary looked on with lustful attention as they watched the big titted woman strain so helplessly.  Every twist only enhanced her total inability to escape, as she strained with all her might to release herself from her bondage.  Soft mews and grunts accompanied each movement of her body.

       Finally Cliff couldn’t take it anymore,

“What do you want to do now, Hil?” He asked.

Hillary looked at her new captive, struggling for all she was worth to gain some relief.

“Well I thought we would show her Janet, here, and feed and water them both, but I think we should let little Ms. Big Tits there work off some energy for a night, besides, I want Janet to have another evening in that leather cocoon of hers.  That thing cost a lot of money, and when we finally get her out of it, the only way to do it is to cut her out of the suit.”  Hillary was running her hand up and down Janet’s rock hard encasement.  “I think that this is a work of art, and we should keep it around for one more night.” 

Cliff was kneading Lisa’s huge breasts, reveling in her sobs of confusion that made their way out of the huge gag and rubber helmet. 

“What do you want to do with the new bitch then?” He asked.

“I think we should just leave her in here, this room is freezing, so it should be pretty uncomfortable for her.  Plus I like the idea of what she is feeling under that helmet.  She has no idea where she is, or what is happening to her.  All I want to do is add a few additions to those amazing tits, then lets go get some dinner, and watch some videos of Janet struggling.  I have her first six hours of her in that thing on tape, and I can’t wait to see it.  That sound good to you?”

“Sounds great, lets make sure that the new little girl here is well bound though.” Cliff replied.

“My thought exactly, you stay here and play with the toys, I’m gonna go grab some extra bindings for Tit Girl.”  Hillary said as she rushed out of the room.

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Cliff spent the few minutes Hillary was gone, playing with Lisa, roughly crushing her tits in his large hands, tightening the straps on her bondage, wherever he could find any slack or even when he couldn’t.  Lisa could only moan, and try to twist away from this unknown tormenter.  She could still not see or hear anything at all.  All she knew was the terror of the violations she was undergoing, and the incredible strict bondage she knew she had no chance to escape from. 

Unknown to Lisa, her primary captor, Hillary, had returned to the room.  She had brought a chest on wheels into the room, which included a high-powered portable winch, and several lengths of metal cable. 

“You sure you don’t want to let her out of the helmet for a minute?  Give her some water, and let her go to the bathroom?”  Cliff asked, concerned that Hillary might be going too far.

“Cliff, I am doubtful that little miss monster tits here will ever be awake without a helmet on her head for the rest of her life.  I am planning on some permanent bondage for that girl, and she is a perfect guinea pig for some of my ideas.  I’ll let you know about them, after we finish stringing her up like the prize little pig she is.  A night without a bathroom and a drink are not going to kill her, after all.”

Cliff just smiled and nodded his head, even though not quite as sadistic as Hillary; he knew her imagination was unmatched when it came to tying a person up. He would follow her as far as she wanted to go, because they both shared the ability to forget that the art they created in bondage were real women.   It was why both of the favored so much bondage and so effective gags.  Glancing up at poor Janet, wrapped in that constrictive and now concrete hard leather only confirmed that feeling.  Janet was no longer a human being, but a toy to be used however they wanted.  She could do nothing to stop them from doing anything that they wanted.  Now her every breath, her every movement, her every breath and thought was possible only because her new masters allowed it.  The thought of Janet losing her mind in her silent constricting bondage hell was already exciting Cliff more than anything else he had ever considered.  And he knew that it was all because of Hillary, and her incredible sadism.  Without another word he got to work on the additional bondage for the hapless and helpless Lisa. 

A few minutes later, Lisa found herself in an even more uncomfortable situation.  Her legs were still bound ankle to thigh, but now a short metal spreader bar separated them.  The bar was connected to her legs just above the knees, so she could neither pull her legs farther apart, not pull them closer together.  She was now only touching the ground on her knees.  The spreader bar was bolted, in the middle, securely into the floor, preventing her from moving her legs up at all.  Two high tensile strength metal cables ran from her shoulders. Up to the ceiling to the winch, Cliff had hooked up there.  A final cable ran from the top of the helmet, to the same winch.  Hillary had loved the struggling that Lisa had put up when the winches had slowly put her into this position.  The desperate groans of helplessness as she was stretched to the ceiling had been amazingly erotic. 

Hillary produced two long nipple suction clamps, and using the vacuum they created attached them to Lisa’s helpless breasts.  More moans of frustration and pain came from Lisa’s gagged mouth, as the clams sealed to her creamy, soft flesh.  Hillary added a few ounces of weights to each clamp, to make the tension on each breast even worse.

Inside her hood, Lisa was getting more and more panicked, it was dawning on her that whoever had kidnapped her had no intention of letting her out of this bizarre bondage. Her arms ached, having been fused into the same position for hours.  Her knees were already starting to throb, with all her weight being forced upon them.  She knew that it was hopeless to struggle, but she did so anyway, thrashing in her web of metal cables, leather straps and tight rubber bindings.  She screamed into her gag, unable to hear hew own pathetic mews, but praying that whoever was holding her would hear her and take pity on her.   Someone had to let her go, she could not take this anymore, she was surely going to go insane.  She thrashed and struggled for several minutes, rage and fear feeding her efforts.  Finally the reality that she was completely alone, helpless and with no chance of being saved came crashing down on her.  She collapsed into her bonds, her delicate body racked with the sobs of her uncontrollable crying.  Her massive breasts swaying gently back and forth, slightly out of shape because of the weights hanging from the nipples.  Her mind was all questions, confusion and hopelessness, which only added to her panic and crying.

Hillary and Cliff watched as Lisa’s struggles subsided and her crying went from hysterical to occasional muffled sobs. 

“Come on Cliff, lets leave our girls for the night.  We can go watch the videos, and maybe if you are good, we can do something about that frustration I’m sure you are feeling.”  Hillary said.  “Tomorrow I will tell you about my plans for these two bitches.  I think you will approve.”

Cliff stared for a second longer at Lisa, and numbly nodded his head.  Anything Hillary wanted she would have, she had given him his every fantasy in a way that he never thought possible.  The evil duo left the chilly dark room to the poor helpless beautiful women.  Trapped in strict, unbreakable bondage, with no hope of rescue.