Jeb's Adventure On The Smith River

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The rope coils extended all the way up to Sarah's shoulders, binding her so severely that the only movement left was where her head disappeared under the muffling layers of the silk blindfold, gag and silk pillowcase hood. The very muffled sounds of anguish could barely be heard from the silk swathed head and Stephanie looked at her tightly-wrapped silken mummy with undisguised glee. Sarah was starting to regain her senses, as the drugged lemonade started to wear off and her mind started to clear. As it did so came a feeling of impending panic. Only a few minutes ago she had been deadheading roses and minding her own business. Quite bizarrely, she was now a mummified, bound, gagged and hooded prisoner, of a woman who was quite clearly deranged. It seemed such a pity to wake her up; as she lay there, her tousled red hair strewn across the pillow, a faint smile on her lips, she looked oh so very sweet and innocent, more like a teenaged schoolgirl than a hardened (though still unconvicted) criminal. Still, wake her he did, very gently. Amanda was powerless to resist the three strong men. She was soon bound, gagged and chloroformed. The men then stuffed her into the bag and carried her out of her apartment, down to a waiting van. However, they were met at the van by an armed policeman and two other men. Stephanie looked on with intense pleasure as the layers of white silk around Sarah's face inflated and then collapsed, the muffled rasping noise proof of the effectiveness of the gag she had applied. She adored placing her captives in severe and inescapable bondage, and over the years she had become increasingly proficient and inventive about the restraints she used. It was one of the aspects, along with the excellent financial rewards, that made slaving such an enjoyable pastime.

She then took a cell phone from her purse and made a call. I heard her say, "It's OK, come on in." In a few minutes, I heard the door open and two men came in. Both were quite big, and had multiple tattoos and piercings. One had a duffel bag with him. He dumped it out onto the floor. It contained what looked like miles of rope, and some white cloths. At that moment, I realized that I was about to be tied up, and possibly gagged. We?", I thought; then I did as she said. I had always read that in this kind of situation, it's best to do what the robbers say and not argue. Brent just laughed and replied, “I'm calling my solicitors.”George knew that he would not get any more information out of Brent. But just then, his phone rang. George's colleagues had intercepted the lorry at the port as the driver was trying to load a crate onto an unregistered ship. They had opened the crate and there was a young lady inside. George smiled as he ran to his car. The policemen who had been with him arrested Brent and Lilith. I have to find a way out of this, Kat thought with despair. Throwing caution to the wind, she once again began struggling. The cramped office again filled with fierce grunting as she tugged, pulled, squirmed, and wiggled against the tight ropes. Her nostrils flared and the gag made it difficult to breathe but Kat didn't care. She had to break free! Her struggling was so intense that she actually felt lightheaded and dizzy. She was on the verge of passing out but she persisted. Failure was unacceptable!Kat thought about joining the girl in calling out for help but it sounded like she could manage without her. Though Kat longed for freedom, she suddenly became acutely aware that her skirt was still around her waist and her panties were down around her thighs. Not only was her sex exposed but also her choice of underwear. Oh, good God! Kat thought. The men came and unstrapped her, and unfastened the fetters from the floor. Then they helped her, still gagged and handcuffed and now fettered as well, to climb down from the van. They were in an ill-lit basement, with plenty of room for the van. They went through a doorway into a much better-lit room, where a policewoman sat behind a desk. As Stephanie pulled on the ends of the scarf, Sarah's nose was buried in the rich silk, and she breathed in the delicate but intoxicating perfume that Stephanie had been wearing. She began to feel a little embarrassed by this strange turn of events but felt it was too far down the road to complain to her host.

Several directors noted that they had had meetings with Wendy since the reading of the will; two had met her only on Friday. All said that she had been very enthusiastic about taking on the job and were surprised that she had suddenly changed her mind. Two of my recent stories have been about The Embezzled Endowment. There was a reference to a previous incident, where Lucy Talbot, the bus driver, had been caught up in a bank robbery. So here is a more detailed account of what happened that day... No, she wasn't imagining it! Someone was calling for her! The voice sounded vaguely familiar and definitely male. At 38 years-old Bayless was the oldest deputy in Kat's department and the only carry-over from the previous sheriff's administration. He had run against Kat for county sheriff and had lost by a landslide. Which was not surprising, considering that Bayless was chauvinistic, rude, and insensitive. He was also one of Kat's most vocal detractors. In fact, his days as a deputy in Kat's department were numbered. And now he was her rescuer. Could things get any worse? I love the feeling, Miss Jones", she said reverting to her full title in recognition of her somewhat compromising and embarrassing position, "but I don't think I can move now."Wind chimes hanging over the door announced Kat's entrance into the convenience store. The interior of the place, though cluttered, was warm and comfortable. Faint country music played from a radio behind the counter, which stood next to the entrance. A rugged-looking Hispanic man who needed a shave and haircut stood behind the cash register. He shifted uncomfortably and nodded at Kat. His eyes then shifted nervously across the store, toward a closed door. He read through the file carefully. Suzanne Peters, obviously not the same surname as Mandy since both were adopted at birth. There was no record that Suzanne had ever enquired about her natural parents; maybe she didn´t even know she was adopted or that she had a twin sister. Kat felt her stomach twitch. The robber apparently had an accomplice. This was getting worse by the minute. She had to act now. The nervous robber had the gun trained on her but his head was turned. Without warning, Kat lunged at the man. Whrruuhhhh,” she mumbled as the Doll looked at her, her head to one side, before she left, closing the door behind her.

That was last week, however; and Sarah now knelt at the flowerbed beneath the conservatory, one eye on the roses she was trying to prune, and the other on the lissome shape of Mrs Jones draped over a recliner on the patio.

Brian was Steve's best friend. Brian was such a gentleman and he treated me like a lady from day one. Brian didn't make me feel nervous like the other guys before him. He wasn't crude and didn't embarrass me, or make comments about my large breasts. He just smiled at my beauty and always gave me a gentle little kiss as his way of saying he loved how I looked. I fell in love with Brian and we married about two years after Cindy and Steve did. I hope you are satisfied with your little fit of pique, my dear. It took you a ridiculously long time to realise that the more you struggle against the ropes, the tighter they get. I bet that inside all that hot silk your face is now flushed and damp with sweat after your little exertion. Of course, you will now find it even more difficult to breathe, as the silk gets wet and clings more closely to your face. You will also probably notice that the coils of rope constraining your body have also tightened considerably due to your bouncing around. Over the coming hours and days my dear, you will really come to regret that futile attempt to escape." Now that you are my bound captive", she said, in a voice loud enough for Sarah to hear through the layers of muffling silk, "let me explain a little more about your predicament, because I am sure that someone of your youth and innocence has only ever heard of the white slave trade in history books. Let me assure you that the trade is very much alive and well - I am living testament to that. There are still many rich men in far away countries who keep female slaves for their own perverted pleasure and will pay handsomely for young, nubile, white girls of your age".

Stop your pathetic snivelling and snuffling," Stephanie said with a sneer. "If you stop bouncing around, you'll be able to breathe easier. And don't think I am going to take it out if you choke. When I gag my captives they stay gagged!" There. I think that will keep you quiet for a while. I will almost certainly need to add to your gag later, but we will see how we go first. Incidentally, you won't need your clothes again this weekend, and you won't be doing much gardening, either. You will be much too tied up for that". The Doll stood and looked at her, and then swept an arm round the room as Paula looked at her. Nodding, she swallowed and said “top drawer – my rings and things are in there.” I had the traumatic experience of being bound and gagged in my own home, in the context of a home invasion robbery. On that horrible day, it had been pouring rain continually. On my way in to my carport, I noticed a car parked in front of the townhouse next door to mine. There appeared to be a person in it. There was a local realtor's logo on the car door. I thought nothing of this because I knew that this particular townhouse was for sale.Two of the agents who had been watching the house set off in pursuit of the lorry. Minutes later, George and a group of agents and policemen came to the house, ready to serve a search warrant. Amanda had testified about why she was using Wendy’s passport. Amanda said that she had been told that Wendy wanted to be left alone and she did not know where she was, but it was enough for a judge to sign off on the search warrant. She was mildly surprised to see a policeman standing next to a large blue van in the street, and very surprised when he stopped her. “Are you Suzanne Melanie Peters?’ he asked, speaking slowly in a deep voice. Stephanie then took some long coils of soft white cotton rope from under the bed and proceeded to tightly wrap the mummified body in evenly-spaced tight coils of rope. Starting at Sarah's waist, she wrapped coils of rope around the silk-covered body, overlapping the coils to provide a clove hitch effect and pulling tight after each turn. When the two brothers realized they could not pay the prize money for the brass band contest, they came up with a plan... Though Kat had vowed to remain calm, frustration eventually won out. She had jerked and thrashed gamely against the ropes, hoping to break free by some miracle. Of course she had failed miserably. Like the cashier, Kat had only succeeded in tiring herself out. After twenty minutes of desperate struggling and grunting, the young sheriff lay exhausted, panting wildly, and still securely bound. Perspiration covered her forehead and streamed down the sides of her face.