Crissy | helpless, ropes, struggling | illustrated bondage stories

She had just locked up her apartment when The Critic came silently up behind her and pressed a gun against her temple. Crissy had no choice but to go with him to the service elevator, where she was told to strip off all her clothes. Fearing the worst but in a helpless situation, she could only hope that someone would come along, but her prayers went unanswered. Soon she found herself nude and bound, with ropes harnessing her ample breasts and her wrists tied behind her and fastened to a crotch rope. The Critic forced her into a laundry cart and when the elevator doors opened, Crissy found herself on a trip to the lair of the eccentric tycoon.

Once they arrived, the struggling beauty finally learned of her impending fate. The Critic told her how much she reminded him of Jessica Alba, and about his dream of seeing “Idle Hands” done right--- whatever that meant.

She was untied and given a nice dress, suitable for a prom. Her hair was done up and a professional did her makeup. “You look amazing” her bizarre captor told her. But since she had never seen the movie (few have!) she had no idea what was coming when she was led into what looked like a high school auto shop. She was powerless to resist as The Critic’s henchmen carried her to the car on the lift and strapped her onto the roof. Above her the ceiling was painted with weird Satanic symbols--- what did he plan to do to her?

“Here’s what happened in the climatic scene, my dear” The Critic explained. “Jessica has been lashed to this car and the demonic possessed hand is about to send her to be squashed on the roof. Her boyfriend rushes in and tries to free her, but instead simply rips off her dress, like so!”

And with that, her captor violently ripped the clothes off her lush body! “The difference in the scene is that Miss Alba had on panties--- and to keep the movie rated PG, the top of her dress conveniently wasn’t ripped away. You, my dear, don’t have those advantages” he leered.

It was true, Crissy was again as naked as the day she was born. “Oh, and the other difference--- there is no boyfriend here to stop the car lift”. The Critic positively cackled as he threw the switch and the car began to rise slowly towards the ceiling. Crissy struggled mightily, her nude form straining against the red ropes that held her, but she couldn’t get free. The ceiling loomed closer, closer… and all seemed lost as her boobs made contact with the cold surface. Crissy tried to move, but now the pressure on her body was beginning to make it hard to breathe. Could this be the end?

Just as the helpless heroine was about to give up, the lift stopped. “Keep on struggling” the villain told her, his voice strangely quiet. Crissy had no problem with complying, and after a few minutes she heard her captor groan in release. She was so relieved to find the lift descending that she didn’t reflect until later about what he had been doing--- but by then she was back on the road to her hometown, the check for half a million and her signed waiver to never mention this episode on the seat beside her. Turned out everybody won this time.