What Goes Around | rails, ropes | illustrated bondage stories

She considered and rejected a dozen schemes with Petey Cashews, one of the Baritone crew who had always had the hots for Jill and showed it in a dozen ways. She knew she could get Petey to go along with anything--- but what?

Then the TV, set to the cartoon channel, gave them the answer; Rocky and Bullwinkle had been on, and it was time for Dudley Do Rite. Jill's eyes got huge as she watched the little intro of Snidely Whiplash tying Nell to the train tracks. It was a classic!

That's how it came to pass that Suzette was lying on the tracks of one of the commuter lines to the city. Jill had to admit Suzette's chest was impressive, wrapped with rope as the blue belly shirt showed off her belly button. Jill lay down next to her rival and waited for the "roofie" to wear off. Petey had promised that Suzette would be very much awake by the time the 5:15 came along.

Sure enough, the confused mob girlfriend blinked her eyes open, trying to take in what had happened to her since she took that drink from one of Tommy's henchmen. The sensations crowded her consciousness.... the summer sun in her eyes, the tight ropes encircling her body and fastening her neck to the hard track her head was on, the eerie silence of the deserted stretch of track.

And the wicked laughter of that tramp Jill, the one Tommy had dumped.

"Wakey wakey, bitch" Jill had sneered. "In about half an hour, the train will be headed along this track--- and when it's done it's job, I'll be back on the arms of Tommy!"

Suzette struggled wildly, straining against the tight ties. But if she tried too hard, her neck rope choked her--- she would just have to find a way to escape while lying still. She tried to scream, but she was too well gagged. Was there any hope for the trussed up beauty?

Suzette felt the familiar vibration of her phone in her pocket... someone was trying to call her...

Suzette, screamed for help thru her gag and writhed against the ropes that bound her, but seemed to have no hope of escape. Moments ago, she had gotten a call on her cell--- but tied up and lashed to the tracks, the beauty had no chance of asking for help.

What neither girl realized was that Tommy Baritone was a jealous lover, and when Suzette didn’t immediately answer had used his contacts to find where her GPS indicated his “cumare” was located. His temper was legendary, and when he and his goons arrived on the scene, his anger exploded against his former moll.

Before Jill could grasp the turn of fate, not only was Suzette rescued--- but Tommy had told his men to put Jill on the tracks in her place! Legs and torso looped with rope, her hands behind her back, a bright red bandana gagging her, Jill was helpless. Then it got worse; “strip her naked!” Tommy barked, a task his henchmen were only too eager to obey. In a flash her pretty outfit was cut and ripped from her nubile body, and the sun beat down on the body Tommy had once enjoyed. Surely he wouldn’t leave her like this!

“That will teach you to mess with me” Suzette sneered, glorying in her fortune as the tables had turned. Jill could only moan thru the cloth in her mouth and struggle helplessly on the cold track. Her struggles doubled when she first detected the vibration of the coming 5:15 on the rails. Her legs strained at the ropes, her chest heaved with the effort, but unless someone came along, she was doomed. As the gangsters sped away in their SUV’s, Jill could only hope the engineer would see her nude body in time to brake….