01 - Ambush
Story index at the bottom
By Sketchy
I recovered this from the old site. It was originally posted by Sketchy.
Thu Aug 14, 2008 11:40 am
Hey guys, I'm baack!
.....
A while after our last game, I finally had a plan to capture my girlfriend.
One weekend, when our parents were gone, I planned a typical dinner and movie date for Friday night, with us going to her house afterwards for the weekend. There was no game planned. Or so she thought.
...
On the night we left I hid outside her house sketchily until I saw her go into the bathroom to shower and change. At that moment, I went in through her window and hid in her closet, duct tape at hand. When I heard the water go off, I waited for a few mintues, and called her cell phone.
"Hey, T! You ready?"
"I'm sorry, but something came up."
"What?"
"My boss asked me to work an extra shift. We have to cancel for tonight."
"What? Is there any way you can leave?"
"Believe me, I tried."
She sighed.
"Well, I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Yeah, sorry about that. Bye."
"Yeah, bye."
This was somewhat believable as my boss could be really strict. Now all I had to do was wait.
She came out of the bathroom a little while later, sighed, and began to undress. I almost regretted what I was about to do, seeing all the preparation she had gone through. She tossed of her socks and shoes, pulled off her pantyhose, and began to unzip her jean skirt. I got ready.
As she began to pull off her top, I silently left the closet, a strip of duct tape cupped in my hand.
Before she could do anything else, I slapped the strip of tape over her mouth, wrapped my arms around her and lay her face down on her bed. She began to scream through the tape, because she didn't know what was happening. I quickly bound her wrists and ankles with the tape, and sat her up facing me.
She was silent for a brief moment, and then began to scream angrily at me through her gag. I took a brief moment to admire the sight. She was wearing semi-skimpy, lacy, black bikini panties and a matching bra.
I put a hand over her mouth and said;
"If you don't yell, I'll take this off. Okay?"
She nodded her head, and I carefully peeled the tape off.
"What the hell are you doing?" she whispered angrily.
"We had a date!"
"No, you said last time, anything you do to me, I can do to you. Since you tricked me the first time this all happened, I'm well within the rules."
After I had said this, she calmed down.
"All right, you got me."
She flipped over onto her stomach and held her wrists up towards me.
"I surrender for now."
If the rules were against her in any situation, she would always go along quietly. But I still had to make sure she couldn't escape and turn the tables, as that was also with the rules.
I cut the tape off her wrists and did a better job of binding them. I taped her elbows together before reinforcing her ankles and taping her arches.
Next, I sat her up and wrapped tape above and below her breasts, and around her wrists and waist.
I stood her up so I could tape her shins, above and below the knees and the thighs.
To complete the binding process, I wrapped some string around her two big toes, "sewing" them together, before wrapping them in tape. I finished by having her clasp her hands together in a two-handed fist, which I heavily wrapped in tape, making a duct tape club. She wouldn't be able to escape now.
"Big man, making escape impossible for a poor little girl," she jibed.
"I guess all that's left is to shut me up."
I smiled at her, puzzled
"You want me to gag you? I thought you'd want to have a little time to 'Say goodbye' to your speaking privleges."
"Well, think about it. I've been kidnapped by a scary boy, and the only thing keeping me from escaping is the fact that I can call for attention. Or chew my way out of my binds."
She grinned. She wasn't letting any of this get to her, like I had let it get to me.
I shrugged.
"Have it you way."
I started towards her dresser to get something clean to gag her with, when my foot kick a rather large duffel bag.
"What's this?"
Her face went pale.
"Uhh, nothing! Just some girly stuff inside, don't open it."
Suspicious, I opened it. Inside was a few rolls of tape, rope, a pink lingerie set complete with garter and stockings, and few stray pairs of panties. Sealed in not so dry baggies.
"Nothing huh? I guess I wasn't the only one planning a surprise tonight."
"T, easy now."
"Were you... "thinking" about me when you wore these?"
She shifted uncomfortably, before reluctantly answering; "Yes."
"Okay then, I'm not going to play Mr. nice guy now."
I grabbed one of the damp, bagged panties (Satin, bright red.), went over to her hamper and saw the perfect thing to gag her with. I showed it to her.
"Remember these?"
They were pink, with a large, red heart on the front.
T, NO!
"You got me with these the first time you caught me. How fitting it would be if I used them now?"
I came over with both and she clamped her mouth shut.
Prepared, I first balled up the pink ones the way she had done so long ago. Then I took a clothespin out of my pocket and pinched it on her nose. When she opened her mouth, I quickly popped the red panties, and then the pink panties into her mouth, pushing a little with the second pair.
I took the pin off so she could breath, grabbed her camera, quickly snapped a photo identical to the one she had taken of me, pushed the panties in again after she had tried to spit them out, and smoothed a single strip over her mouth.
She shook her head back and forth so I couldn't tape any more, emitting muffled grunts through her gag.
I held her head still and said;
"You need to stop shaking your head. I don't want to get any tape in your hair."
She muffled an incoherent agreement. I did her hair into a ponytail, held it up and wrapped tape around her head around ten times. She tested it out by mmphing a little, but the gag did it's job well. No one outside would be able to hear her, let alone a person a few rooms away.
She looked at me apprehensively. She had been bound and gagged before, but never helpless before a captor. Not to mention she hadn't treated me that well when I was her captive.
She let out a pitiful mmph.
"Don't worry. I won't treat you like you treated me. And I know you said anything you do to me, I can do to you; but if there is anything that's iffy, I'll ask; and you just shake your head, and give three quick mmphs through your gag if it's not okay."
"Mmph, mmph, mmph?" she grunted through her gag.
"Exactly. Now I'm going to make sure that the doors are locked and the blinds are shut so nothing stupid happens, and so we don't get any unwanted visitors. When I get back, I'll figure out what to do with you, okay?"
Not like she had a say in the matter anyway. She seemed somewhat more relaxed. I kissed her taped lips, picked her up and lay her on her back, head on her pillow, on her bed.
She made barely audible, muffled calls after me as I left. When I closed the door, I couldn't hear a thing.
Finally, things had changed! After being at her whim many times, I had finally turned the tables on my girlfriend! I wandered around her house, brainstorming what to do now that I had caught her. My eyes landed on something, and my question was answered.
I grabbed what I had seen, packed a bag of things that could be useful and went back into her room. She was no longer lying on the bed, but standing a few feet away from it; wearing nothing but her lacy, black lingerie. She had been bound so well with duct tape, this didn't concern me. It wasn't like she could hop far.
I gathered a few changes of clothes for her and some other things that might be useful and moved them out of the room. I returned and said; "Guess what we're doing now?"
"Mmph?" was the curious reply.
I dangled some keys in front of her and said; "We're going on a roadtrip!"
She immediately began to protest through her gag panickedly. I ignored her, scooped her up, and slung her over my shoulder; holding her by the legs so she couldn't kick me. I noticed that her skimpy, lacy bikini panties were stretched especially tight over her butt when she was in this position. I gave it a firm squeeze and remarked; "Damn, you've got a nice ass!" She Mmpphed indignantly at both and thrashed as she tried to kick me.
I carried her into the garage, stood her up and popped the trunk. I grabbed her again, held her and looked into the trunk. Before I had taken her from her room, I had padded the trunk with cushions and a few towels.
"Well," I said. "I loaded up the bags, now it's time to load up you. This all seems kind of familiar, doesn't it?"
She glared at me, recognizing the allusion to her loading me into a trunk one time.
I laid her face down in the trunk. Then I took a short length of rope and connected her wrists to her ankles, hogtying her. Now she couldn't kick up a storm while she was in there.
I removed one last thing from my pocket and showed it to her.
"See this?" I indicated a large, black, cloth object.
She looked at it, warily.
"This used to be a ski mask. I sewed the eyes and mouth shut, and cut a hole for your nose, so it's going to be your hood now. But with this material, it'll be less like a hood and more like a giant sock over your head."
She shook her head and grunted in protest, but I got it on without much trouble. The nose hole meant she could breath completely without restriction, but it was still small enough that no light would be let in. For the same reason, I had cut the nose hole on the opposite side of the sewn-up eyeholes, so that she could not see even the tiniest bit of light that got in through the stitches. She was in complete darkness. I tucked what of her brown hair protruded from under the hood inside the hood, making her look hairless; a giant, sock-clad foot
"Sit tight," I remarked to her muffled protests.
I shut the trunk. After checking if the house was locked, I opened the garage door, started the car, and drove away. From the second I had seen the car keys, I knew where I was going to drive, but it would still be a surprise for her. I drove on the highway for a half-hour, then turned onto rural roads. After I had been driving for an hour, I pulled over where no one would see us to check on her. She squirmed and wriggled when I opened the trunk.
"How're you doing?"
She let out a chain of desperate Mmphs, not in any prearranged communication pattern.
"What's wrong? No circulation? You need to pee?"
She nodded her head up and down vigorously and exclaimed as loud as she could; "Mmph-Mmph!"(Mmm-hmm)
I untied her hogtie. Then, I cut the tape off her ankles and bound them with an eighteen-inch hobble rope. Finally, I attatched a dog collar around her neck, not uncomfortably tight, but not so loose she could get it off. I attatched a leash to this, helped her stand up, and helped her step out of the trunk.
She looked around, disoriented by her blindness and shivered. It was cold. She began to walk in one direction, but I gently yanked her back towards me.
"Not that way, this way. A little to your right, now straight. Be careful, we're going down a hill."
I guided her down the hill. She stumbled once or twice, but didn't fall. Once I was satisfied no one would see us, I stopped her and dropped the leash. She hopped up and down and Mmphed impatiently, her bladder doubtlessly pulsating violently. I pulled her panties down around her knees, and held her up by the shoulders so she wouldn't tip over while she squatted to do her business. After almost two minutes, the long hot stream trickling down the hill ceased. I pulled her up by her shoulders into a standing position, restored her decency by pulling her not so decent or proper panties into their proper position, and walked her back up the hill.
I removed the leash and collar, retaped her legs and redid her hogtie. She muffled something like; "Thank You" through the hood and gag.
"Your welcome," I replied, and shut the trunk.
I drove on, to my destination.
__________________________________________________________________________
Sketchy's stories
- 01 - Ambush (M/F)
- 02 - Escapism (F/M)
- 03 - In over my head (f/m, f+/m)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Adults" section