Eve Ellis | struggled, ropes bound | illustrated bondage stories

No one knew his real name, but if any high profile crime involved a hot girl, you can bet he'd have her tightly bound and gagged, her clothes disheveled, and in peril for her life. When the word on the street was that an informer might be willing to reveal his identity, I arranged to meet him after normal hours in our office. But as soon as I entered and smelled the bitter whiff of chloroform, I realized that I was the hunted, not the huntress!

When I woke up, I could tell I was in deep trouble. My white top that day was professional, but I knew I turned men's heads--- not a bad feature dealing with the mostly male judge population. The problem was the bondage that constrained any hope for my escape. The fiend had tied my ankles and legs above and below my knees, removing my heels which lay close by. My wrists were bound behind my back and lashed to my torso with a rope around my waist. But he had been most thorough with the ropes that framed my boobs and pinned my arms to my sides; and to make sure I couldn't scream for help, he had cleave gagged me with a cloth or handkerchief in my mouth!

On the floor beside me as I came to my senses was my open briefcase, only my day planner left on the floor. That meant he had the names of all the police informants in the District! I could hear him going through my desk in the inner office as I desparately struggled to find one loose knot, one bit of slack in my bondage--- but they didn't call him KidnapHer for nothing! No matter how I struggled and squirmed, I was helpless and trapped. Feisty as always, I was able to get myself to a sitting position and strained against the ropes, thrashing back and forth, but it did no good.

Then he came out of my office, gloating as he approached me. I tried to look defiant and brave, but it was hard to maintain as he bent over and checked the ropes, the white fabric tight on my breasts. Usually I am the one in charge of who does or doesn't get to see them, and I've known their power over men since I was a teenager; but now he was the one calling the shots, and he clearly wanted a show. I couldn't help but give him what he wanted; as I struggled and writhed to get free I was aware of how a full bosom framed by ropes heaved just like in the romance novels.

I tipped over onto my side as he made his final arrangements. Up to this point he hadn't spoken a word, but as I struggled for my life he finally revealed his evil plans. He was leaving a cell phone on my desk--- but the signal was a beacon for a missile that he would fire at my office as soon as he got to his lair! All they would find would be a body so wrecked that it would take them a while to be sure it was me! As he left, he did admit it was a shame to have to lose such a looker--- but that didn't give me any comfort.

I rolled over onto my back, arching my hips and legs, desparately trying to get free. Sweat began to coat my body as I worked to get to the phone. If I could just get to it and turn it off....

The End