Jeb's Adventure On The Smith River

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The woman looking at her was dressed from head to foot in grey – literally, from the short grey boots, up the obviously form fitting grey catsuit, to the hood that covered her head. She also had soft grey gloves on – but it was the only feature of her that was not grey that caught her attention. Where her face should have been was a featureless white mask. As the men carried my belongings out, one of them handed the woman a roll of duct tape. He said, "Fix her gag so we're sure she stays quiet after we go. And get her hogtied good and tight". Sarah fondled the rich silk twill between her fingers and noted how smooth and cool the silk was to the touch. 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.

Miss Jones was slim and very attractive, with a ready smile and stunning legs. She had received Sarah in the sun drenched conservatory of the house, overlooking the extensive grounds. Over glasses of cool lemonade, Miss Jones had pointed out the various aspects of the garden and explained what needed doing. Miss Jones was a great host and soon they were talking about Sarah's ambitions, her past and her upbringing. Really!" Stephanie exclaimed, turning to a side table on which was piled a large selection of richly coloured silk scarves, some of which were already folded in to bandages of varying widths and lengths. "Well, isn't that interesting?" Sarah shuddered in horror at the implications of what Stephanie was saying. If she thought her situation was bad now, it was clearly about to become much worse. Her previous thrashing around on the bed had greatly tightened the ropes around her body, just as Stephanie had said they would, and she was starting to feel faint from the effort of breathing through the silk gag and hood, and the constriction of the ropes around her body. Ah, making love. I've always wondered why women refer to sex as making love. Women are just like men. We enjoy sex for sex too. Why do we try to romanticize it and call it making love?" Cindy was wearing a white bustier like top that was laced together up the front between her ample breasts. It provided barely more coverage than a bra, as her abs and belly button were completely bared by the short top. The shoulder straps were spaghetti thin and you could clearly see her nipples through the thin material. She wasn't even wearing a bra! Her elastic pull on shorts were made of a thin white nylon mesh and barely covered her ass cheeks as she walked. The material was so thin that if you looked closely enough you could easily make out the fact that her bikini panties underneath were bright pink.

I have comrades with me. We have guns and will kill you if you not listen. Do not scream again or you die." Eventually, it was determined that all the two robbers got were a few hundred dollars. They had failed to find the large denomination bills, which were hidden under the cash compartment of the register. Of course they had done far more damage to Kat than anything else. After Amanda Taylor left Kat and Rachel had a private and rather personal conversation. 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". She sat down across from me, crossed her legs, and said, "You did real good. You keep cooperating and you'll be fine". I was still terrified, however. I was afraid they would kill me, as they made no effort to disguise themselves. But I couldn't do anything about it; I was lying on the floor, with my hands and feet tightly bound and a gag tied in my mouth.

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. Oh yes, my girl. This is just the beginning. You're going to be very sorry that you came to work for me, very sorry indeed!" No it's not OK; it's not OK at all." Stephanie's voice had suddenly taken on a workmanlike and frightening new edge. "That's the last gardening you are going to be doing for a very long time." She raised her hands behind her head and carefully untied the knot holding the silk square in place, allowing the exotic material to fall forward and frame her perfect face. Her long natural blond hair, unbound from the confines of the rich silk, fell freely about her shoulders. Drawing the scarf off her head she handed the white silk to Sarah.Mandy sat next to Jim Norris on his leather sofa. As she read the file, an ecstatic grin spread over her beautiful face from ear to ear. “Oh Jimmy, this is just great. Better than I could ever have hoped for. She´s just perfect.’

I lingered in the bathroom a while after I finished my business. I stood in front of the mirror with my bathing suit on the floor. I looked at my naked body as I thought about what Cindy had said. Oh, yeah!" the white robber said as he moved his fingers inside Kat. "How does that feel, sheriff?" The man stood and looked over the thoroughly bound and gagged women. "These babes aren't going anywhere." I vacillated at this. Deep inside, something didn't seem right. I considered handing my cell phone out the door to her. But then I decided that she looked so respectable that I'd be OK if I let her in to make her call. And I felt guilty at the prospect of turning her away in the torrential downpour. So I opened the door and said, "Follow me, I'll show you where the phone is." Kat swallowed. "Look, give yourselves up," she said sincerely. "This is crazy. You get the death penalty for killing a law enforcement officer."The young cashier perked up and screamed through her gag. Her cries were reduced to desperate moans but still quite audible. The girl had some lungs on her, Kat observed. Stephanie watched the girl stripping off and smiled inwardly to herself - everything was going exactly as planned!. The struggling beneath the silken shroud continued for fully 30 seconds, much longer than with previous captives, and Sarah's muffled screams for help were much louder than those her previous captives had managed. Stephanie made a mental note that Sarah was quite a bit feistier than the rest and would require extra secure handling and a much tougher gagging and hooding regimen before she was moved again. While I was relieved that I was still alive, I realized I was still very much in danger. I tried screaming into my gag as loudly as I could, but only a faint muffled mewing sound came out, not enough to penetrate beyond the living room, much less the townhouse door. This certainly was nothing like I'd ever seen on TV or in the movies when people were gagged; they usually only seemed to have a scarf tied between their teeth or something and they usually seemed to still be able to communicate. But the man who gagged my mouth really knew what he was doing. It was physically impossible for me to make any kind of intelligible sound.

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. Sarah felt a slight stirring at this turn of events and thought that she should be concerned at the turn of events. Surprisingly, though, she wasn't concerned, and something in her head told her that she just wanted to please this vision of beauty who was her host and her employer.Of course not. How could I ever be mad at you? I just wasn't paying attention to what I was doing. I'm sorry." Brent went into the board meeting. The chairman started it by asking everyone to stand for a minute in silence to remember Sir Henry. After this, he formally opened the meeting and the minutes of the previous meeting were approved. "Now, the next item of business is the appointment of a CEO. As you know, ladies and gentlemen, Henry expressed the wish in his will that his daughter should be offered the job. I for one would have no objection. However, it has been put to me this morning that she has declined the job and gone for a holiday abroad. The suggestion is that the post should go to Henry's son Brent. Comments please."