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Subject: {ASSM} Janet Bound Part 6 (BnD, Ff, Very Non-Cons)
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This is a work of FICTION!!! Please remember that. In no way shape or form is
it meant to endose ANY sort of violence against women. It is fantasy and that
is where it should stay.
Janet Bound Part 6
Twenty minutes later, Janet was once again released from her hood, cleaned out
with yet another enema and allowed to relieve herself. Hillary busied herself
with removing the leather leggings and the foot bondage. She then released the
metal cage holding her perfect breasts in their distended agony. The corset
came next, Janet gasping in relief as the terrible mechanism was finally
released. The only bonds remaining from the terrible last 24 hours were the
gag, armbinder and the silicone filling her ears.
Hillary went into the cedar chest that held a seemingly endless array of
bondage equipment and pulled out a large syringe of some sort of liquid. She
forced Janet onto her side and squeezed a large amount of the liquid into her
right ear. The silicone almost immediately dissolved into an easily removed
sludge. Almost immediately Janet could hear out of that ear again. Hillary
cleaned out Janet's other ear giving her back all the sounds that had been
completely lost to her.
"Can you her me Janet?" Hillary asked.
Janet nodded her head, relieved that the deafness was not permanent as she had
become afraid it might have been.
"I decided that I enjoy telling you what I am going to do to you, and y9ou
need to hear to have that happen." Hillary said with a smile. "I am going to
change your bondage for the next twenty four hours. I am a bit tired of all
this leather. I think a good old-fashioned bit of tying you up with white rope
would be a nice change. You like that idea?"
Janet shook her head negatively as emphatically as she could. Hillary just
laughed and grabbed a large, wrapped package of white, cotton rope. It was
about a quarter inch thick and very pliable. She flipped Janet onto her
stomach and pulled her ankles together . With expert precision she began
wrapping the rope tightly around her ankles. Binding them tightly together
from her ankles to mid-calf. She cinched the rope tightly, there was no chance
of kicking her legs free. There was still about 8 feet of rope left over, but
Hillary let it stay that way. She had plans for the extra length. Hillary
rapidly wrapped other lengths of cord just below her knees. And then another
wrapping just above her knees. Her legs were fused together with about thirty
feet of rope. Hillary drug Janet over to the piano in the corner of the living
room. She flipped Janet onto her stomach and began the lengthy task of
removing the armbinder that had held her immobile for over a day.
"O
Okay Janet, I am going to take this thing off you. I swear if you resist me
even a little I will put that leather helmet back on you and bind you so
tightly you will not be able to twitch a muscle. You cannot escape, but if you
try, you will regret it. Do you understand?"
Janet nodded her head and grunted an affirmative. Anything to give her arms
some movement.
The armbinder was finally loosened and pulled off her. Her hands were still
wrapped in the thumbless leather mittens, fingers wrapped around the rubber
balls she was forced to grasp. Her arms felt like jelly, having been in the
same position for so long. Janet was still on her belly as Hillary took her
wrists and pulled them over her head. She rapidly wrapped the wrists together
binding them tightly. She then ran a length of rope from her wrists to the leg
of the piano, pulling her arms tightly over her head and keeping them there.
"What a good girl you are Janet, you are actually learning." Hillary mocked.
I'm afraid its about to get bad again though. Like I told you before, those
tits of yours look so good bound in some way. I am going to wrap about a mile
of rope around them. It is going to hurt quite a bit, but it will look so
terrific. I think it will be worth it, don't you?"
Janet only groaned in helplessness, she knew that there was nothing she could
say or do to stop what was about to happen.
Hillary forced Janet to bring her legs up so that Janet lifted her chest off
the ground. Hillary took another length of rope and made a quick slipknot out
of one end. She dropped the lasso opening over Janet's perfect right tit and
pulled the knot tight, Her breast swelled out like a filling balloon. She ran
the end of the cord under her left tit and brought it around her back and left
it there. She took another length of the cotton rope, made another slipknot
loop and bound her left tit in the same way. She brought the rope end under
her swollen right tit and up around to her back. Hillary then tightly knotted
the two ends from each tit together. Each breath Janet took in just seemed to
tighten the ropes. Hillary was just starting though, like she said it was
going to get a lot worse. Taking another long length of rope, Hillary began to
wrap it around Janet's tits in an impossibly tight figure eight shape. Going
from the base of one breast, over the top and around the entire other breast,
then back over the top of the first one. Hillary repeated this at least 10
times
Keeping the ropes as tight as she possibly could. She finally seemed happy
with the wrapping. Janet just stayed in the same position. The fight was gone
out of her. Besides this new breast bondage did not cause as much discomfort
as the steel monstrosity she had been forced to wear for all those hours.
Hillary got some ve3ry thin cord out of the box she had to hold all this
bondage gear. It was the kind of cord kids use to fly kites. It was very thin
and very strong. Perfect for binding giant tits like Janet's. Hillary cut off
a fifteen-foot piece of the string and began to work on the right breast. She
tied one end off and ran it diagonally across her artificially erect nipple and
ran it under one of the ropes binding the base in the figure eight. Hillary
attacked the tit with great relish, going from one side to the other with the
thin cord. Each pass dug into the distended breast, each pass forced the flesh
into more and more of an unnatural shape. Soon the mammary was covered like a
spider web, back and forth more times then Janet could count. Only small bits
of flesh could be seen straining around the string. Hillary ran nine or ten of
the strings around Janet's back to be tied off to the original slipknot rope
that was knotted in the middle of Janet's back. Again every time Janet took a
breath, the ropes and thin cords tightened very slightly. Hillary, with great
relish, bound the left globe up in exactly the same fashion as the right one.
All through this, Janet continued to not even bother to struggle, she was still
too exhausted from the hours she had spent in the hood and single sleeve. She
was beginning to recover her strength though, and the pain of the breast
webbing was beginning to make Janet squirm. Finally Hillary was satisfied that
the massive globes were bound well enough. She forced Janet back flat down on
her stomach, her arms bound above her head to the piano leg, her legs stretched
out, bound by miles of rope. Janet cried to cry out through the rubber ball
filling her aching mouth out as her weight was pressed onto her bound boobs.
The harness gag was still as effective as ever, her cries of agony reduced to
pitiful mews.
"Okay Janet, your big chance is coming up, I am going to untie your hands.
Not for long, I'll admit, but if you are going to make a break for it, this is
going to be your only chance for the next eighteen hours or so. Of course, the
harder you fight the worse it is going to be. Your hands are still going to be
in those leather mittens, so you will not be able to untie your legs. You
won't be able to get that gag out. I want you to remember that no matter how
hard you fight, you can never get free. I m going to finish binding you in a
horribly uncomfortable way, and there is nothing you can o to stop me.
However, again, if you fight me it will be worse, if that is possible. So here
we go."
Hillary reached up and quickly untied her wrists, and pulled them behind her
back. Janet tried to fight a little, but her position allowed for no leverage.
Hillary pulled Janet's left arm behind her back, so that her bound left hand
was touching her waist on the left side. Her arm making an "L" shape from her
shoulder to her hand. She brought her right arm down so it was in the exact
same position. She then wrapped some rope around her left wrist ad tied it to
her right elbow, then tying her right wrist to the other elbow. Her arms were
now held in a double arm bar behind her back.
"Jesus fucking Christ Janet, you hardly fought at all! You realize that this
is the rest of your life here. What do you have to lose? I am obviously not
going to kill you, yet you meekly allow me to take away your freedom, to bind
your body like a cow to be branded. Now it is too late. I want you to think
about how close you were to freedom. All it would take is a lucky shot, you
flail around with those bound hands, and they are like fists. Too late now,
time for some more rope."
Janet just groaned softly into her gag in defeat. She still did not fight.
Hillary began wrapping cotton cord around and around her bound arms, mummifying
them from, wrist to wrist together. It was tight and expertly done, there was
no give at all. Hillary then ran some cords from the arms to the ropes leading
from her breasts that had been tied off in the middle of her back. Because her
arms could not move downward, this additional binding did not cause too much
more tension in the breast ropes, but still, every twitch of her arms would be
transmitted to her aching tits.
"Okay Janet, you have heard of a "hog-tie" haven't you? A regular hog-tie
would be tying your wrists to your ankles. We are already well beyond such
mundane bondage. I am going to put you into a modified hog-tie. Of course the
modifications are just to make it stricter. Here let me demonstrate."
She grabbed the end of the rope that was binding Janet's ankles together. She
pulled her legs up so her toes were pointing towards her head, and looped the
cord from the ankle underneath all the ropes coming around her body that bound
her breasts. Slowly but surely Hillary pulled her legs up higher and higher.
Her ankles actually were touching her akimbo arms! Janet could not believe the
pressure being exerted, she could feel the slipknots around her bound tits
being pulled tighter and tighter. The webbing over the globes also began to
constrict even more. Hillary was able to bring Janet's feet all the way up so
her ankles were snug against her forearms, her body bowed unnaturally. Hillary
looped the rope back and forth between her ankles and back ropes, until she
finally knotted it off.
"Wow Janet, I am impressed, I had no idea you could be so flexible. Of course
all that rope sure does help to let you stretch. "
Janet tested her bonds, twitching her legs. It was horrible, her legs every
movement was transmitted straight to her tits, through the cords and string
bound to them. Hillary had a short length of the kite string that she used to
tie Janet's big toes together. She then pulled the string up and around the
ropes at her back. This forced her feet into a point, her toes pointing
straight at her head.
Hillary got up and flipped Janet onto her side, eliciting more delicious moans
of discomfort from the bound form.
"I think we need to change that gag. It is pretty mundane for such a great
bondage. Besides you are making way too much noise."
Janet knew that she was making pitifully little noise behind her gag, but she
could not protest too much.
Hillary rummaged around the box and pulled out another evil looking assemblage
of straps and rubber. Janet knew with certainty that she would soon be wearing
that thing in her mouth and on her face. She also knew it would be strict and
effective.
Janet was still on her side, so Hillary could easily reach the buckles holding
the harness ball gag in Janet's mouth to loosen it. Hillary was not even
bothering to warn Janet about making noise when she removed the gag. Both
Janet and Hillary knew that if Janet started to scream the ball would be rammed
back in before anyone would hear her. With a little effort Hillary popped the
two and three quarter inch red ball from behind her teeth. The webbing of the
harness was pulled away, and the last of the bonds from the last twenty-four
hours, except for the thumbless mittens still on her hands, was pulled away.
Hillary immediately began putting the new gag into place. It was a harness
variety, just like the old one. The only difference was the gag itself.
Instead of a formed rubber ball filling her mouth a soft flaccid piece of
rubber was forced in her. The multiple straps were pulled around her head in a
now familiar pattern. One wide strap around her mouth, straps running from
it around her face, over her head and under her chin.
"Some more of your bondage education coming up now Janet. " Hillary helpfully
began explaining. "I know you are wondering what is in your mouth. Well it is
a rubber bladder, and the gag is called a pump gag. I am going to attach this
bulb pump to the bladder. Watch what happens when I squeeze the bulb."
Hillary had attached a rubber tube with a bulb pump to the front of Janet's
mouth. She held it right in front of her wide, terrified eyes.
"Pweeth don' do dis" Janet was able to croak out around the unfilled bladder.
"Whad do you wan'from me?" She pleaded, unable to articulate around the rubber.
Hillary gave the pump a hard squeeze. The bladder jumped to life in Janet's
mouth.
"Nooooooo." Janet screamed. Her cries started out fairly loudly, but as the
air hissed into the bladder it was getting larger and larger. Another squeeze
and more air hissed in. Janet's tongue was forced down, her jaws began to
spread apart and he cheeks began to fill with rubber. Again and again Hillary
squeezed making the bladder grow more and more. Janet's mouth was biting into
the straps holding it closed. Her jaws unable to open any further, but still
the rubber grew in the cavity. She could feel it touching the back of her
throat, her cheeks were distending out. This gag was far more effective then
the simple ball she had been wearing for the last day.
Hillary finally seemed satisfied that Janet could not take anymore without
dislocating her jaw. She pulled all the buckles holding the straps around her
face.
"Now my little bitch, that is a gag isn't it?" Hillary gloated.
Janet could not even groan with any effectiveness. This thing filled her mouth
completely.
"Okay Janet, almost done. Lets get that head a little more immobilized then I
can let you struggle and squirm for the next day or so. Sound like fun?"
Janet just lay there. What else could she do?
Hillary got one more piece of white rope, and tied it to a metal "O" ring that
was attached to a strap from the gag right between her wide blue eyes. She
roughly pulled the rope straight down, forcing Janet's chin to rest on her
collarbone. She wrapped the rope under the middle of the figure eight rope web
that was strapping her breasts together. She pulled the rope as tight as she
could, immobilizing her head before tying off the rope. Now every movement of
her head created even more tension on her poor abused tits. Hillary took one
final rope and ran it through another "O" ring at the very top of her head.
She then pulled it brutally taunt and tied it to the roadblock of rope in the
middle of her back. If Janet tried to move her head forward it tightened the
rope leading from the base of her tits. If she tried to move back it pulled
at the ropes directly at her tits. She was now forced to stare at her own
abused breasts unable to move her head even a centimeter.
"Well Janet, I guess that is enough for now. I am going down to the cafe and
have some coffee. You can spend some time getting used to this little
arrangement"
Hillary went and changed for a leisurely repast. Janet was lying in the middle
of the floor, on her side. Her legs were cramping horribly, but any attempt to
get some relief only pulled everything tighter. Her tits felt like they were
on fire, she could see they were a dark purple underneath all that rope
enveloping them. Tears dribbled from her eyes, her breathing was ragged and
forced through her nose. She hear Hillary say goodbye and the door close.
Once again she was left totally alone In spite of the sheer hopelessness of
it she still twitched and struggled in a desperate attempt to get something
loose. There was nothing but a slowly constricting web of rope that Janet
could feel. Once again she was placed in horrible inescapable bondage.
To be continued….Next….Tape and rubber bondage for poor Janet. SEND ME SIMILAR
STORIES IF YOU FIND THEM.
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