Tape tied Torment 1

Sweater clad with tight jeans and stockings, Sandra pleads with her captor as she is dragged in to the garage. He doesn't say a word. He's on a mission and will not be distracted. Taking an extra-large roll of duct tape, he quickly wraps it around her wrists behind her back, then tiring of her squeals, packs her mouth with a bandanna from his back pocket and wraps more of his silver roll around her head, covering her mouth and sealing the bandanna in. But he's not done. Far from it. He takes the tape and cinches it around her elbows, then fastens her arms to her torso, by sending the tape under her breasts and around the back yet again. Her chest heaves as her tight cashmere sweater becomes even tighter. Some more tape to encase her forearms, and then it is time for Sandra to spend some time on a thin foam mat, her only protection from the cold concrete floor.

After letting her struggle and scream into her gag, Sandra's tormenter decides those legs must be restrained. Grabbing the tape again, he goes to immobilize her legs, but them stops. Wondering what she has on underneath the tight denim, and giving in to his curiosity, he strips her of her sneakers and jeans. Leaving her exposed in only her sweater and tight, tight pantyhose covering her lovely legs and round bottom. But those legs don't stay free for long as quick and stern coils of tape are placed around her ankles, knees and thighs.

She is then left all alone.

Scanning the cinder block walls around her, she notices the workbench where the abductor placed what was left of his roll of tape. And upon the top of that workbench are two tool boxes. Perhaps one of them holds the key to her escape?!

Mustering all her might and with the help of a cold wall, Sandra struggles and squirms slowly lifting herself to a teetering, but standing position. Hopping over to the workbench, she reaches a toolbox! But with her hands so severely bound and her mouth so thoroughly gagged, she can not open it. What to do? She looks over at the door that he went through. She hasn't seen him in a while, perhaps he's not listening?

The toolbox hits the floor with thunderous alarm. Sandra freezes, eyes locked on the door. Nothing. Making haste, she struggles to get back down onto her foam mat and scrabbles to the toolbox to see what treasures were inside that might assist in her escape. Success! under the hammers and wrenches and other various steel devices, is a lone utility knife. As she fumbles to grasp it in her fettered fingertips she hears footsteps! Then the door! She tries faster and faster , but he is on her too quickly.

With her screaming in protest, to no avail because of her tight gag, he drags her back to the pitiful, inch-thick mattress. Menacing Sandra with the same knife she thought would spell her salvation, he used the blade to rend the front of her sweater to tatters, exposing her breasts to the cold air, his sunglassed eyes and his probing hands and fingertips.

But he has a job to do, no more time to waste playing with the goods. He rolls he onto her front. To make sure she doesn't hop around and be more of a thorn in his side, he used even more of the dastardly duct tape to pull Sandra's ankles up to meet her wrists and tapes them together. She will be a problem for him no more. She furiously fights and strains against the tape bonds, but to no avail. No, with Sandra so harshly hogtied and completely gagged, she can but sob into her thin sponge mattress, contemplating what may befall her next.