Bill ties you up and leaves you in the alley.
From Create Your Own Story
Status: Naked and Being Robbed
"I'm going to leave you here."
You don't like the sound of that. "Please don't hurt me," you say.
Bill picks up a backpack that was lying on the ground next to him. He must have put it there ahead of time. He planned this. "I won't hurt you if you do as I say. Turn around."
You turn around. You are now facing away from him.
"Hands behind your back."
"What are you going to do?" you say.
"I'm going to tell you one more time to put your hands behind your back, then I'm going to start hurting you."
You bring your hands together. Bill holds wraps rope several times around your wrists, pulling it tight, looping it again, then pulling it tight again, then looping it around your wrists again. He does this a dozen times. Then he binds your elbows, again wrapping the rope around them about a dozen times.
"Open your mouth."
You do so. Bill forces a wadded-up scarf between your teeth, pulls it tight, then ties the ends of the scarf very securely in back of your head. You close your mouth as he does so. The scarf is so thick that you can't close your lips or teeth over it. You're pretty certain you won't be able to scream for help with this thick scarf so tight in your mouth.
Bill's body is pressed up against yours now, and you are certain you can feel his erection rubbing against your butt. You hope he doesn't plan to rape you before he leaves you here, as there is nothing you can do to stop him if he does.
Bill cups your breasts in his hands. He squeezes them, then starts fondling them.
"Mmmm," you say in protest. You try to pull away from Bill's grasp, but his grip is too tight and he is too strong.
"Shut up, bitch," Bill says, squeezing your breasts until they hurt. You moan some more, and he squeezes your breasts even harder.
You force yourself to stop moaning, and you stay silent until Bill is finished playing with your tits. He takes his hands away at last, but your relief is only temporary.
"Since you like that so much, I'll make it permanent," Bill says. He binds your breasts generously, wrapping the rope again and again, as always pulling it tight each time.
When Bill is finished binding your breasts, he says, "Lie down."
You do so. Bill ties your ankles and knees, then bends your legs to that your feet are touching your butt. He uses a tail of rope from your bound wrists to hog-tie you.
From your defenseless position on the ground, you watch as Bill gathers up your belongings. He puts them into the backpack. Then he looks at you. "You can think of this as a trade," he says. "I'm taking all your stuff, and I'm going to leave you something." He reaches into the backpack and pulls out the biggest dildo you have ever seen.
Laughing, he forces the dildo inside you as far as it will go. It's too large to fit you comfortably, but Bill clearly doesn't care.
When that's done, Bill says, "Well, it's been fun, but now I have to go. And maybe next time, you'll have a decent amount of money on you. And maybe you'll be a bit more careful about letting men you've just met pick you up."
Then he is gone. You watch him leave, disappearing up the mouth of the alley.
As soon as you are alone, you try to scream for help. "Mmmrpp!" is all you can manage through your tight gag. No one on the street will hear you if you can't speak louder and clearer than that.
Then you spend some time struggling with your bonds. Your questing fingers can't locate any knots, and there is no give in the ropes. You struggle until you are too tired to continue, but, when you are finished, you are still as tightly bound as before.
The tight and painful bonds, the painful breast bindings, and the enormous dildo up your pussy, combined with the hopelessness of your situation, overwhelm you, and you start to cry.
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