The sound of the front door slamming shut, jolted Riley awake.
As she came to, the reality of her predicament quickly returned. The kindly lady who called at the house some days ago was now Riley’s captor. Several doses of chloroform rags were keeping our damsel groggy and compliant…..not that she was in a position to do much of anything else.
Her body was thoroughly swaddled in the glossy vinyl tape. Her gag too, was of the same sticky stuff, with a sponge ball providing the stuffing. Riley’s eyes were sore and heavy as she tried to focus on the lady standing over her. The woman was probably near 60, her short hair was greying and she wore glasses….much like a schoolteacher. Her outfit was plain and nondescript…..much like her really. She knelt down next to Riley and gently stroked the girl’s taped lips.
“I know this has gone on longer than planned, honey. Getting good help to transport you out of the way hasn’t been easy. But don’t you worry about a thing. I’ve found a solution.”
Riley mmmpphed weakly. What the fuck was this bitch talking about? Since the ambush in the hallway, the woman never revealed why she was doing this. Riley had spent the entire time like a fucking mummy, getting knocked out cold any time her jailer left the house.
If that wasn’t humiliating enough, the woman made Riley wear a layer of old pantyhose and a diaper underneath her cocoon. She was lying in her own piss, taped up and left on the floor until she was changed…..while unconscious of course.
Instead of the sickening fear she felt at first, she was getting angry. The chloroform cloud was lifting and our damsel started to scream in fury, bucking and kicking as hard as she could…..the vain hope that the tape would loosen kept her rage flowing.
The woman returned, shaking her head and admonishing Riley.
“Didn’t I warn you about causing a fuss? If you behave I promise no harm will be done. But if you carry being a naughty girl, well, then you get punished. I don’t want to punish you, sweetheart…….so don’t fucking make me.”
The sudden harsh shift in tone settled Riley down in a heartbeat. The woman smiled again and produced her purse, opening it in front of Riley.
“Now, it’s going to be a long journey down south, and I don’t want to keep drugging you. Who knows what damage that’s doing……I need you fit and healthy. So, I thought I might need to keep your mind on other things.”
Riley shook her head, grunting quizzically through her gag. The lady pulled out a good sized dildo and what looked like a small vibrator. She hummed a little tune as she carried on delving into her purse and retrieved a butt plug and a jar of lube.
“I know what you’re thinking, honey….I’m just like Mary Poppins. Trust me, this purse could hold the federal reserve. Now, I just need to get you ready and we’ll be on our way.”
The lady grabbed a pair of scissors and started cutting away at the tape, again merrily humming to herself. Riley thought this could be her chance……once the tape was cut away, even from her thighs, she could kick this old bitch’s face in. The woman glanced over toward the coffee table near the sofa. She smiled again and told herself off for being forgetful. Riley’s eyes widened and she groaned in muzzled frustration as the familiar rag soaked with the chloroform was being pressed over her nose.
She was too weak to fight it, and the fumes soon overcame her. As she started to fully pass out, she felt the tape being removed from the waist down, the layer of pantyhose allowing cold air on her skin.
Another loud sound woke Riley from her chemically induced slumber. Voices drifted through the house, and the tone was lighthearted enough as she could make out the woman talking to a man. Riley squinted as the curtains were open for the first time in days….she could see a For Sale sign through the window, it was being hammered into the ground by the man who had headed outside.
Riley tried to move, but the addition of her ‘distractions’ were fully apparent. The dildo was deep in her and her ass felt full too. She squealed as the toys shifted with her movements….as for the vibe, she couldn’t feel it….yet.
The lady appeared and flashed a broad grin as she sadistically dug her heels against Riley’s crotch.
“I had a tough time getting those toys in, sugar. You were as tight as a drum. But don’t you worry….we’ll get you loosened up in no time. By the way, your new home is lovely, a nice estate in the Caribbean, I’m almost jealous.”
Riley shifted in her tape cocoon, trying to break free. The woman pressed her foot down harder.
“It was darn handy finding you when I did. You see, I have a teeny, weeny gambling problem. Didn’t really have the money to pay my debts back. So I had to find someone who lived on their own, as well as young and cute as a button. Oh, owning your own house was definitely a requirement. I took my time with you, sweetie. A few of your neighbours asked after you, but I told them that old Aunty Marge was in town. You see, I was helping you get over a terrible illness you had. I also mentioned that you were going to sell up and move down south with me. After all, isn’t that what family is about?”
Riley shrieked as loud as she could, but ‘Aunty Marge’ activated the remote for the vibe. A sudden, violent pulse paralysed Riley straight away. The relentless throbbing started to have a chain effect with the dildo and plug. The bound girl cried in discomfort as she was overwhelmed by the stimulus of her holes.
“Just settle into it, sweetheart. You’ll get used to it in time. In fact, you might enjoy it……you’re gonna have to, where you’re going. I’ll take care of the house sale and the money….a guy at the bank owes me a little favour.”
Riley felt the strong hands grab her and lift her onto a trolley. A blanket was thrown over her and she was being wheeled out to the waiting van.
The sound of the door shutting wasn’t something she would forget in a hurry.
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