It's a team thing 2 | free bondage story

I had no idea what Shu meant but I'd seen enough Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan movies to understand her veiled threat. I sullenly rose as Mei gripped my arm before towing me over to a clear space. Shu's eyes never left me as Mei gently guided my hands behind my back where she wanted them. Thinking that she wanted to tie me like Kathy, I instinctively crossed them over each other, just like the girls I'd seen in dozens of films – but Mei Hua had other ideas, positioning my wrists parallel to each other. This was it. The moment of truth. I was about to be tied up very well. What did Shu mean by that anyway? Surely it wasn't possible to bind anyone much more securely than my helplessly wriggling, squirming partner?

Rope hissed around my wrists and I felt my chest tighten as my wrists were securely tied together. One wrap became two, three then four. Mei was using thin cotton sash cord – and I felt my heart sink as she carefully passed the trailing ends between my wrists before pulling – cinching everything tight along the way. A second cinch swiftly followed the first. My bonds were sickeningly snug now and I knew that I could never hope to wriggle out of anything. My only hope of release would have to come from another agency – and I doubted it would be Shu or Mei.

Knot. Another knot. Mei's fingers were confidently tugging each tiny knot tight between my bound wrists – just above the tight bindings securing everything together. I would need fingers a foot long to reach even a single knot. Even then success was problematic. I hoped that Shu would not notice my reaction. My knees felt as if they were made out of jelly while Mei yanked the last one tight.

Mo Mei Hua's lovely Oriental face was expressionless, devoid of any emotion while she carried on tying me up. She glanced sideways before selecting another hank of soft cord.

Tie her very well. Shu's words kept replaying in my stunned mind while Mei fastidiously split everything into two. The second piece of rope was marginally longer than the one used to secure my hands. What was Mei Hua going to do now? A second later, I found out. Mei stepped up behind me before looping everything around my arms, just above my elbows and I gasped as they were slowly drawn together. Shu's eyes were hot coals, burning into mine as Mei lashed my arms together. I felt as if my arms had been welded together as my elbows inched closer towards each other with each tight wrap. Suddenly they actually met and I allowed a groan to escape my lips, hoping it might elicit some sympathy but it was not forthcoming. Instead, Mei Hua calmly threaded the ends between my arms before dragging the first cinch tight. Then another – and another, tightening everything along the way. My useless, tightly bound arms were logs now and I opened my mouth to complain. "That's too-"

Mei beat me to it. "Open," she said before peremptorily pushing a damp wad of cloth inside, packing my mouth full to the point of overflowing. I could feel my cheeks bulging as I vainly tried to assimilate the size of my awful gag. Before I had time to spit anything out, I felt Mei place a much longer, torn strand of cloth between my lips before passing the ends behind my head, twisting them and pulling in one fluid, graceful movement. My lips were instantly pulled backward and I miserably moaned again before frantically trying to prevent the cloth stuffed inside from choking me. Mei, however, was not sparing the rod. A second wrap swiftly followed, tightening my gag even more. I felt tears filling my eyes as she rather theatrically snapped another long piece of cloth open before passing it over and around my mouth. Even if I'd been able to dislodge the first gag cleaving my lips, pushing anything outward was impossible now.

There I was, arms rigidly bound behind my back with the most enormous – and horribly tight gag filling my mouth while I desperately gazed around for a salvation which I knew would never arrive. Gradually I became aware of another, strange sensation. My cruelly bound arms were doing their damnedest to pull my shoulders out of their sockets, at least they felt that way – but they in turn had somehow managed to dramatically alter my posture, forcing me to stand perfectly straight like a Army recruit on parade. I was acutely aware of my breasts proudly thrusting outwards like a pair of… well, breasts. But I couldn't remember seeing my boobs from such an unusual perspective. If only the guys at work could see me now. I would rock their socks right off!

Mei Hua wasn't wasting any time, immediately looping still more cord around my body and arms before snugging up everything just below my breasts. She was really doing the job on me now. The strangest thing about my bonds was the way that they felt like an extended hug, despite the tightness of everything – my bound arms were already crushed hard against my back although I could still move my wrists around a little. Even stranger was the illusory sense of safety and security that my ropes offered. They wouldn't be tying me up like this if they really meant any harm – handcuffs would do the job just as well. On the other hand… Chinese did not think like us. Maybe they felt that using handcuffs was beneath them. It was clear that our captors obviously derived pleasure from drawing everything out this way. That professional pride thing as usual. In many ways, I also felt that much more helpless and vulnerable being bound like this - handcuffs just didn't offer the same look or feel (I tried a pair on at a party once for a joke) as rope. Maybe it was psychological as well. After all, it was their race that invented "water torture".

Whatever. Speculating wasn't making me feel any better. I had no idea why I'd been kidnapped – but it couldn't possibly be good. Shu Qui was indolently reclining in one of the large, soft chairs. Her face was an expressionless mask and I uncomfortably glanced away. I could not meet those eyes. Her gun had also disappeared. Well of course! I was no longer any threat to anybody. Breathing was also increasingly difficult – several times I instinctively tried through my mouth before realising I wasn't going to receive any air this way. It was just all simply overwhelming and nerve-racking.

To take my mind off the perilousness of my situation, I turned my attention to my bonds. I should pay attention to what Mei Hua was doing. Maybe it might help me escape later – assuming of course they allowed any such attempt. I didn't think that they were that foolish. These girls were pros. The Chinks always trained the life out of their operatives, although I couldn't, for the life of me, see how they could be involved in any kind of corporate turf war… Unless they'd been hired… My blood ran cold.

No, concentrate! I told myself as Mei pulled hard again, almost sending me spinning. She'd almost completed the circuit just below my breasts. My nips were hard, I noted, but I didn't have time to dwell on these as Mei progressed upwards, binding me above my breasts. Two neat bands of thin white cord circled my body, gently but inexorably squeezing everything together. Apart from my tightly bound arms, she was tying me up the same way as Kathryn but much more strictly. I couldn't understand the need to tie me up like this! What on earth was going on here anyway? I wearily shook my head, vainly trying to clear my foggy, confused brain. I needed all my wits about me if I was going to get out of this one.

Mei Hua passed the dangling ends over my shoulder before retracing her progress, pulling everything tight along the way. Despite my growing fear, I couldn't help admiring the neatness of her work from a professional point of view. The girl was an artist. Nothing overlapped each other, despite the increasingly complexity of her ropework. I'd been tied up a few times as a kid (cops 'n robbers, that kind of thing, and I'd enjoyed myself too) but this was like nothing else I'd ever experienced. Mei's artistry was light years away from the loose cords and clumsy, ineffective knots of my playmates that usually loosened as soon as I applied any real pressure on them. One thing was certain though: her expertise boded ill for us.

Was it possible to tie me up any tighter than Kathryn? I wondered as Mei Hua leisurely selected another hank of cord. Kathy's dismayed eyes were wider than ever while she watched me being bound. I understood exactly how she felt – how long would we be here for? A quiet voice whispered in my head, 'A long time.' They would not be going to this much trouble on our behalf unless they really wanted to keep us.

I glance downward just in time to see it looping around my waist in the same manner as before – doubled into two, each end drawn through the loop before being drawn tight around stomach height, not far above my hips. Mei Hua wound everything around me once – before going in for the kill. The next loops settled directly above my already tightly bound wrists before tightening and I inwardly groaned. Escape had never seemed further away. Around and around Mei went, the ropes always tightening with each loop. I could not move my wrists at all and I knew that the cords were not simply decorative, they had been designed to deliberately impede escape.

Suddenly Mei stopped and I wondered what she was doing – my tormentor was making doubly sure that I wouldn't wriggle out of anything. She was actually cinching the ropes circling my waist between my back and wrists. Everything dramatically tightened, jamming my bound wrists hard against the small of my back.

Oh my God…

Only an hour earlier, it'd been another ordinary, uneventful day. Perhaps I'd been too quick dismissing the drudgery of my daily routine. I wished that I was anywhere, especially deep within the comforting security of the cubicle some optimists called an office. Now here I was being bound and gagged within an inch of my life. Judging from the pile of rope resting atop the table, those mean girls were far from finished with me. They reminded me of the creatures I'd seen in the film of the same name.

Cinch. Knot. Mei passed the trailing ends around my body again before securing the last couple of inches somewhere almost directly above my navel where I had no hope of reaching anything. Almost immediately, another longish piece of rope appeared in Mei's hands. Her fingers were a blur as she doubled everything before passing it between the ropes circling my waist before pulling the ends through and knotting them in a larks head knot.

My nose was twitching now and I uncomfortably shook my head as it began to itch. It was only a minor itch, nothing that a single scratch would not have cured, but now with my hands bound behind my back it assumed the potency and malignancy of a deadly spider crawling over my skin. It was all but unbearable. I angrily shook my head, hoping against hope that it would go away. If only I could ask Mei to provide relief but my gag was too thick, too tight. The most I could manage was a heavily muffled, totally unintelligible, 'Mmuuuumffff!' I sounded like a baby.

Mei totally ignored my discomfort, instead kneeling and… Suddenly I forgot my itch.

I had bigger things to worry about. Mei pushed my skirt upward, exposing the lovely soft cream knickers that I enjoyed wearing before making her move.

Her lovely face was a mask as she pushed each twin strand between my thighs before threading everything between my bound hands and the ropes pinning everything against my back. I could only stare as my tormentor fastidiously positioned those cords dead center in the middle of my crotch, directly above my embarrassingly exposed crotch. I knew exactly what was coming but I had no way of avoiding or preventing the inevitable. The room was very quiet now. The loudest sound was Kathryn's ragged breathing. She hadn't moved but her eyes never left me while I was being tied up. They were saucers. Mei Hua positioned herself behind me and I tensed as she gripped the dangling ends. It was as shocking as it was acutely embarrassing.

The explosion was as sudden as it was volcanic as Mei pulled my crotchrope tight. Somehow she'd positioned everything where they would create the maximum possible amount of damage.

I screamed. I yelled. I walked on eggshells. But none of it made any difference as Mei calmly tugged on those awful ropes, pulling them deeper within my aching, tingling crotch. My crotch had been split into two separate halves in a most undignified impression of a camel's cloven hoof and I felt my face burning as Mei twisted the cords, tightening everything that much more before securely knotting everything, one, two, then three times. Apparently satisfied that her knots wouldn't slip, Mei quickly ran the trailing ends around my behind before passing then between my thighs again and repeating the procedure. I incredulously stared downward. My horribly tight, embarrassing crotchrope formed the centerpiece of an arrow – with the shaft piercing the most tender portion of my anatomy.

Oh my God… This was – not – happening. The slightest twitch was enough to send a bolt of pure electricity spearing throughout my clit before spreading outward. Incredibly, Mei was still far from done. While I mutely gazed downward, she'd picked out another long piece of rope and she was attaching it to the 'T' junction of my crotchrope. Mei looped the cords around the ropes helping 'support' my breasts before snugging up everything so that nothing would slip. On she went, weaving, working me into nothing so much as a harness of rope. I felt my heart sink again as Mei connected and interconnected everything into an unbreakable spiderweb of rope – effectively ensuring that nothing would slip or loosen no matter how hard I tried to escape. No amount of wriggling or struggling would ever shift or loosen anything.

"Beauty of Merciless Domination - Realless FemDom Art"

Mo Mei Hua had reached my legs now and I silently watched while my thighs were tightly bound together, the cords sinking deep into the soft flesh of my legs. Each cinch was tighter than the last and when she knotted the last remaining inches off in front, I knew that I had no hope of reaching them.

Balancing was increasingly difficult and I swayed before almost falling but Mei was ready for me, gently lowering me to the floor and pushing my legs together in a single graceful, almost balletic movement. I barely had time to assimilate what was happening as Mei swiftly tied my legs together with a brutal efficiency, leaving them bound at thighs, above and below my knees and ankles.

I was a log. I could not move. I could wriggle and squirm, that was about it. I'd never felt as helpless all my life since setting fire to the kitchen as a six year old which my screaming mother promptly extinguished before the flames had any chance to cause damage.

I'd almost forgotten Shu Qui. While Mei Hua half carried/dragged my struggling partner away before depositing her some 30 feet away, she rose before coolly studying me.

"It was a pleasure making your acquaintance," she eventually said after a pregnant silence during which her eyes dissected me like a scalpel. "But alas, I fear that we must depart now." She paused before lifting a bulky and obviously heavy object, and I gasped with shock and horror as it hovered in full view of my eyes before vanishing out of sight above. The red tubes and wires were unmistakable. Wile E. would have loved it – but there was nothing cliched about the real thing.

Shu Qui leant over the bomb before returning to me. "Adieu Miss Moss. You have two hours before this-" pointing to the bomb, "detonates, by which time we will be far away." She smiled but her grin contained not one iota of warmth. "Perhaps, by some miracle, you may escape before then." Shu Qui allowed herself another chuckle, as if suggesting that any such feat was totally impossible. What on earth was going on? Why was this happening to us? I struggled wildly on the soft carpet but all I succeeded in achieving was tightening everything that much more. My bonds were solid bands of steel and about as breakable.

"I can tell that you must be wondering why this is happening. I am very sorry but this is real life, not one of your reprehensible Hollywood films where the villains tell all before leaving. Suffice it to say that we are fulfilling a client request, that is all we have to say. Goodbye."

The door closed with an ominous, solid click, leaving us helplessly bound – and very, very alone.

Trussed up like a pair of hogs, we were going nowhere.

Kathryn's eyes met mine from the other end of the room. Their appeal was as plain as if she'd shouted each word out aloud. 'Help me!'

I inwardly sighed before trying to roll sideways - but I could barely move because I'd been so tightly bound that obtaining any leverage was just about impossible. How were we ever going to get out of this one? Aware that panicking could – and almost certainly would be fatal, I carefully inhaled through my nose. My gag was so tight and I groaned again. My tightly bound arms were also beginning to ache as well from being pulled backwards. I couldn't possibly see how I was going to escape. Mei Hua really knew the ropes. Ha ha. Bad joke. Another time, it would've been funny. Under these circumstances, it was anything but. Not only were my bonds tight, I could not reach a single knot that I could take advantage of. She'd also cunningly connected and interconnected every rope to prevent loosening anything. No spider could've done as good a job of wrapping me up. Mei Hua had layered everything so that before I could even think about freeing my hands, we would be forced to locate and untie each set of ropes in turn.

Now I knew why they didn't want to use handcuffs. Too easy to up and hop away. The deviousness of their minds was brilliant. Ropes helped create the illusion of escape, when in fact we had Buckley's chance.

Well. I had to try. Anything was better than lying here and doing nothing. I closed my eyes before fiercely concentrating on my bonds. If I could just find even one knot that I could loosen, then I would be on the way. I frantically fluttered my fingers between twisting and turning like a baited worm. Nothing. I hadn't expected to find anything but the news came as a bitter shock. I couldn't believe that I'd been tied up without any hope of escape or release. Surely there must be some way out?

I didn't want to believe or accept that we would die a horrible, lonely death. I knew what bombs could do. My best friend was been in Bali when they struck the Sari Cafй. She'd been less than 50 metres away from Ground Zero, if one could call it that. Although she'd escaped without a scratch, the same could not be said for her mind after seeing the devastation – especially the ghastly sight of dozens of body bits, most not much larger than a box of tissues strewn across the road. They hadn't done much for her sanity and I shivered with fear.

I did not want to die, not like this. I just hoped it would be quick.

Kathryn clearly shared my fear, for she too was struggling wildly – but she made about as much impression upon her cords as me. I pulled against my bonds again before giving up. It didn't matter how hard I tried; nothing loosened the slightest. The ropes were unrelievingly tight – they would never shift or budge in a million years – at least not without help. My heart was a heavy, cold ball of lead plummeting through five miles of ocean. If Kathy couldn't free herself, I definitely had no chance.