TorBound's Bondage Tales

1. Infiltration

It was a dark night in Sun City and all the well-to-do had long since fallen asleep, dreaming of their mundane ambitions of workplace promotions- getting a bigger office and filling it with a bigger desk. not all were so mundane, however.

Emmy launched his metal grapple as hard as he might atop the dark gray roof of the Sun City National Museum, trying his best to be quiet, he cringed and the smash of glass telling him that his projectile had reached its target and then some. he lay prone and let go of the grapple rope, the rope went now hanging from the roof dangled against the outside wall as Emmy listened for a reaction. he lay there musing:

‘Cat burglary is supposed to be sexy and glamourous and here i am laying in dirt and cigarette butts in my best skintight costume, guh, it better not rip’.

In truth the costume was a size too small for him and it accentuated his features in a very lewd manner, but it kept everything in places, was black and machine washable, so he didnt mind looking like a fetish model so much.

Satisfied that there was no response to his noise Emmy stood back up and grabbed his rope once more, there was nothing for it but to get on with his plan and ascend the rope.

He reached the roof with little trouble and pulled the rope up with him, he went over to where the grapple was, he saw it was lodged firmly into the metal frame of a skylight, its glass having been shattered where it has been struck but still in place, it seemed that any slight movement might cause it to go so Emmy did not risk it. He instead untied the rope from the metal grapple and moved to the next skylight. He lay prone once more and looked down into the Museum exhibit

‘And there it is…’ he thought to himself, a running commentary allowed him to focus ‘The Kniwtyknik Gem, 10,000,000 Credits on the open market, considerably more on the black, that’s the target, but how am i gonna get it?’

The Gem was beautiful to behold, cut with supreme craftsmanship by and ancient & lost civilisation, a light shone almost ethereally from its amber centre turning into a crimson red at the edges. Emmy’s attention was drawn now to it’s defences

‘Let’s see, Motion Laser Grid, Sleep Gas Mines, Pit-Fall Pressure Sensors, Latex Goo Turrets, The whole shebang it seems, no guards though, now that is curious…’ Emmy eyed the entrances to the room next ‘Wooden double doors enforced with metal of some sort, three locks on each, one mechanical, two electronic. seem there’s rope traps above all three entrances, and yet…’

Emmy could almost laugh, it had suddenly occurred to him he had been very stupid

‘How could i be so thick, the skylights were surely rigged with the same calibre of trap and yet nothing happened when i smashed it, this is all for show! they must be deactivated!’

He decided he would test this theory, securing the rope to a near chimney he descended so he was only just within the exhibition room he cut of some small pieces of rope and wound the in on themselves so that he had a hand full of weight rope balls. he threw them at the triggers of the myriad traps.

‘Lasers, nothing. Gas, nothing. Pit-fall, nothing. Goo Turret, nothing, Rope trap nothing.’ A smile spread across Emmy’s face. ‘No, not for show, these are all in great condition. some berk security guard or tech has turned them off, well, carpe diem!’

Without heed Emmy began to descend rapidly toward the flaw, this was his first great mistake.

2. Misappropriation

“Hello Love” said a woman’s sultry voice from somewhere behind Emmy.

In shock, Emmy strained to turn and face the voice, but at the same time his feet were striking the ground, too hard and fast, he fell backward and twisted sideways. He was suspended slightly above the ground and had managed to loop the rope around his left thigh to his left calve and his waist up his torso and around both his arms, narrowly avoiding strangling himself. he span awkwardly with one leg free striking the air like a frog’s, the woman spoke again:

“No need for all the fuss dear” The voice drew nearer “I was about to leave”

She was upon him now, Emmy could feel her presence, he span around as best he could to face her, although he strived to keep his face an emotionless slate, some startled fear must have leaked through.

“My my, we are in a predicament aren’t we little one?…”

Emmy could see here now, although shrouded somewhat by darkness it would be clear to any that she was beautiful, voluptuous and dangerous. Emmy wasn’t into girls be he had to admit, her presence and aura had an undeniable sexuality and menace to it. She had dark black hair, long but tied back into a ponytail, her eyes were emeralds glowing with the predation of a cat, her face was an oval of perfect features and full violet lips, she looked into him, almost past him it seemed. despite himself he looked at the rest of her too; Large breasts help firmly in place by the black rubberised catsuit much akin to Emmy’s own, a zipper was pulled down just enough to show a lusty valley of cleavage, Her stomach and hips were toned and a sign of muscle could been seen against the tightness of the suit’s material. her thighs were huge and pressed against each other smoothly leading down to toned calves and smallish feet in tall heeled thigh length black boots.

“Eye’s on me honey” she tapped Emmy’s forehead firmly and he recoiled to little effect. “I didn’t take you for a lady’s man, ahh maybe you’re in shock. poor thing…” she pouted in a playful mocking manner as she said this.

Emmy could hardly contain his embarrassed anger, he snapped. “And who in the bloody hell are you, cow!”

if Emmy expected to get a rise out of her he was sadly mistaken, her smile waned a tad but then grew wider and more malicious as she spoke

“I don’t feel like telling you my name yet darling, though I’m better thief than you it would seem, fanboy.”

Emmy grew more annoyed still at that “Who are you calling fanboy cowtits!”

Her smile remained the same yet in her voice grew an edge of threat “You’re a feisty one aren’t you, im calling you a fanboy, little idiot. Look you’ve copied my costume and everything” She pulled on his ropes so that Emmy was still suspended but aligned vertically so that his neck was at her head height.

“You even look quite girly how cute” she laid her hands on him and they travelled across the tight material of his costume, she reached his upper chest. “Hmm no breasts though…” She squeezed his nipples hard and pulled them roughly

“AHHHhhhhnnnn” Emmy let out a lewd agonised moan

“Oh but sensitive though, are you even a man? this would seem to suggest so” she reached down to his crotch which was a small neat bulge against his tight costume, her fingers encompassed the whole thing and she squeezed this too, as rough as before.

“AHH Ahh- Stop! Plea-” Emmy nearly screamed but she put her hand over his mouth and nose, stifling the scream and stopping him from breathing, she kept her hand firmly in place.

“Well you certainly scream like a girl and, let’s see…” Her free hand slid around Emmy’s hips and got a handful of his big ass “Woah yep, you’re definitely a girl back here” she spanked him hard.

“MMMMFFFF” any air Emmy had been holding escaped him as he yelped. she kept her hand there feeling around the curvature, running her long fingers down the centre and teasing his hole underneath the material, she stared right at Emmy the whole time.

“Now you were rather rude to me earlier, weren’t you?” Emmy nodded loosely as he began to feel woozy from asphyxiation “And you reckon it’s only fair that i should get to punish you in return yes?” Emmy lolled his head not hearing or at least not being conscious enough to comprehend.

“Sorry sweetie, i didn’t catch that!”

She rammed two of her fingers into Emmy’s hole without mercy. Emmy jolted with lusty pain and screamed through her gloved hand

“YEPHH YEPHHH!”

“Good im glad we got that sorted!”

she released her hand and Emmy began gasping for air pathetically.

3. Exfiltration

Minutes had passed and Emmy’s state was getting very dire indeed. under the duress of asphyxiation, restraint and fingering he had agreed to the woman’s punishment, without knowing what that truly meant. he would reflect now if he could. busy as he was in the agony of bondage.

The woman had gotten busy as soon as she released her hand. first she had cut Emmy down but had left the restraining ropes where they held him, she went away for a bit and came back with her own pile of rope and a role of microfoam tape. she set to work.

First she secured his arms, she bound him elbow to elbow and at the wrist, she forced his hands into fists and wrapped them entirely with the tape. making them one useless lump, she then wrapped a rope around the wrist rope and drew both ends of the rope down his back, under is butt, up past his crotch and finally secured it around his neck, so that any movement of the arms would pull his head uncomfortably. she the attended his chest, she made a sort of shibari harness, intricate and almost beautiful, it served to squeeze him tight leaving him almost breathless and it pushed his nipples out somewhat so that he looked ridiculous and feminine. she grabbed more rope and secured the harness to the wrist, elbow and crotch ties in an intricate manner so that any struggle would pull against either his neck causing the rope to go tight and strangle him or his crotch drawing the rope against his bulge and ass, she had put two knots here for the express purpose of discomfort and pleasure. She then began tying his legs, first knee to knee and ankle to ankle. she then drew his calves back so that his feet were touching his bum, she bound his ankles to his upper thighs, lower thighs and drew a rope in between all of these to secure them from sideways movement. Finally his head, she left his half-mask on

“Thieves’ Honour”

she said, however she wrapped his eyes with microfoam tape blinding him, she did the same to his mouth silencing him effectively and permanently.

Stepping back she looked upon the moaning, quivering mess before her and sighed in admiration and spoke with suppressed glee

“A work of art truly, every rope biting into that smooth flesh, every wiggle and jolt causing both agony and pleasure. under different circumstances I’d take you home with me cutie, but alas, I’ve got work to do, Let’s hope the guards who find you in the morning are the lawful type, otherwise… Well i’ll let you imagine!”

She began to walk away, grabbing the gemstone as she did so. Emmy could hear all this and began redoubling his efforts and moaning ever louder in a final protest, she stopped.

“Oh of course how could i forget, you asked for my name didn’t you love.”

Emmy heard a click and immediately felt a strong vibration in his ass that drove him wild, she must have placed it there before when she had fingered him

“My name is Vex, ’til we meet again sweetie!”

End