Stories Of Women Tied Up Novels & Stories

Untying her, I ask, "Why are you here tied up?" The woman sits up feeling relieved and stares at me. She answers quietly, "Because that husband of yours apparently gets his kicks out of dominating powerful women. I was roofied last night, when we went out for drinks at the bar. When I woke up this morning, I was tied up here. Thank you for letting me go, because I honestly don't know what he was thinking. He had to know that this would have major repercussions."

Struggling to stand with my hands and ankles tied I grunted in frustration. “Idiots, I will untie your ankles but the wrist ties will remain for now,” she complained as she whipped out a knife and cut the rope on my ankles. Once I stood up she began cutting off my clothes while yanking on the rope around my wrists to keep me still. I was glad that I had wrapped the fabric around my brand to keep the area from being exposed. Yanking the rope on my wrists she told me to follow her. She brought me to the room she had first been in, and my eyes widened at seeing several other captives, all naked, male and female alike. All of them were in cages with some gnashing their teeth.

There was no way she would make me feel guilty for the wickedness she tried to dish out. Marvin beat Annie until blood seeped through her skin, her body marked with brutal slashes. When he was done, they chained her to me, our wrists bound together in cold, unyielding metal. Around us, they rounded up others, young women they deemed valuable, one by one, chaining them like animals. By the time they finished, twenty-five of us were bound, our freedom taken, our futures stripped away.

“You think this changes anything?” Savannah stepped beside Jackson, her hand slipping into his without thinking. “Yes,” she said. “It changes everything.” The purge countdown blared again: Twenty-nine minutes until irreparable system failure. Harrison laughed breathlessly. “You won’t stop it in time.” Jackson cocked the gun. “Watch me.” Cole tightened his hold. “We need to lock him down. Fast.” Savannah nodded. “Bind him. And then we end this purge.” Jackson dropped the gun into his belt, blood still seeping from his shoulder. He grabbed a length of fallen wiring and tied Harrison’s wrists expertly while Cole secured his ankles.

Vera found herself tied up in an old storage room. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back and her legs were also tied to the chair. The place was dark and dusty. She could hear the girls laughing at her. Their laughter echoed around the empty room and made her feel small and humiliated.

"Tie her mouth. Tie her hands. If she screams, hit her. I want her silent until she learns who the master of this house is." Zara struggled, but the men were too strong. They dragged her down the dark, narrow stairs toward the windowless storage room. A rough, bitter-tasting cloth was shoved into her mouth and tied tightly behind her head, cutting off her screams into muffled whimpers. Her wrists were bound with thick, biting rope until her fair skin turned a raw, angry red. The heavy iron door of the store room groaned as it opened. The room smelled of damp concrete and forgotten things. They threw her onto the cold floor.

his voice dropped, icy and sharp, “Master would not be pleased. And you all know that.” We swallowed hard. I saw firsthand what happened when Master was displeased. Sir led us deeper into the ruins. In the center, tied to a crumbling stone column, were two captives—a man and a woman. Ropes coiled around their torsos, binding them tightly to the pillar. Their mouths were sealed with duct tape, their wide, desperate eyes following our every move. The woman’s gaze locked onto us, recognizing every one of us instantly. The man grunted into the tape, his eyes narrowed in defiant fury. His stare was sharp and daring. If only I had permission to burst him...

Mark placed her on ed carefully and caressed her face. After two days doctor informed the Wilson family that Adam is totally fine now and they can take him to home. Sara’s injuries were also better and can be treated at home so Mark completed the discharge formalities of both. “How is the woman that I bring here”, Mark asked the nurse who was standing at the information desk. “She is fine now and we called her husband here too but”, the nurse hesitated. “But what”, Mark asked. “Sir has ordered us to keep their baby girl with the young master. We can’t give the baby back to her family without his permission”, the nurse explained.

"What makes you think we don't want to?" "I could offer double the amount that she's giving, just let me go please. Don't do this," she pleaded. Her voice was almost a whisper. "Hahaha, you think we're doing this for money, you're an idiot," the first guy said before undoing the last knot and tying her hands behind her back. She tried to struggle but the rope was tied tightly. She was starting to panic. Jonathan wouldn't be able to get there on time. "You'll regret this," she closed her eyes and said. She couldn't fight these three men even if she wasn't tied up.

He didn't really get a perfect picture from there, but he could still see enough to know that whatever was happening wasn't good. Burning candles almost everywhere. He could see some women covering themselves with red cloaks and a tattoo of a black widow spider on each of their foreheads. They formed circles chanting around three other girls putting on clean, plane white gowns. They were actually tied up straight on three separate poles that were in the middle of the room. The girls looked terrified to death and they were screaming for help no wonder the sounds Adams was hearing seemed disrupted and disturbing. “Help somebody help us pleasess!” they screamed in tears.