Straitjacket Story Novels & Stories

Marius and papa can only watch me with distraught expressions, but none of them take a step towards me. On the way to the mental institution, I continue to insist to the police that Leslie set me up, that I’m not hallucinating or anything of that sort. But the more I explain myself, the more they see me as a dangerous, crazy woman. My tears fall harder, my sobs echo louder as soon as we arrive at the institution. I fight back, trying to free myself from both the police and the nurses’ grips as they drag me deeper into the eerie facility. I’m placed into a small room, restrained by a straitjacket. Murmurs keep rushing out of my mouth, but I can’t understand any of it.

I flinch as his hold on my wrist tightens unbearably. “Poshlo vse!” He mutters underneath his breath. {Fuck it!} One second, he's releasing my ankle from the cuff, the next he's flipping me so fast into a position I'd only read about in fiction books. My heart plummets to a thousand depths. I’m draped over his muscled thighs with my butt jutting out in an uncomfortable way. I squirm not minding the way my sweatshirt rides up to my stomach. “What the hell are you doing?” The bastard! “Let me go now!” I demand with the continuous struggle to free myself.

My brain was overridden with terror as I watched everything unfold like I was not the victim but an audience. My entire body trembled as I finally regained myself, struggling against their hold. “No…no, you can’t do this. I did not kill the old masters,” I cried, but none of them listened. He cuffed my wrist, dragging me towards the door as my shoulders ached in pain. “Please, let me go. I’m pregnant. I would never kill the old master, I swear. Jennifer is lying. She set me up, please,” I pulled harder against their grip as the cuffs dug painful into my wrist from the force.

Jacob continued, now leaning back slightly, “why I’ve kept you here. Why I decided to kidnap you, of all people.” She nodded hesitantly, her throat too dry to speak. He smiled again, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Your dear father-in-law, Stefano, and his equally charming friends locked me away in a dark, filthy room for years. Tortured me. Tried to break me. You’re seeing my leg, he smashed my leg with hammer and I can never walk again without that stupid stick. They used to beat me, starve me and there were so many days when he even left me without even wate. But I escaped. And since then, I’ve been planning. Waiting. Watching.”

She was a billionaire afterall and money was never a problem. Naked In Front of his lady with only a boxer to cover his nakedness, Justin melted in her embrace but Miranda had a different plan for this. Out of nowhere the man was flipped, now he was below her with Miranda straddling him. Before he could register what was happening,with a click, his two wrists were bound by a cuff making his eyes widen . Never in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine a woman doing this to him. She had turned him to be the submissive one and god! He loved it.

’ When he didn’t answer even in the bond, I grew truly worried and dug my nails into his thighs to try and snap him out of whatever trance he was in. His body was steel behind me, trembling. Then there was a strange sucking noise, and I realized he was struggling to breathe. “Cazz!” I leaned down, fighting against the way he gripped me around the stomach to reach my ankles and unbuckle those cuffs with trembling fingers. “Cazz, what’s wrong? What happened?” I hushed as I got myself free, then started to stand up, to turn around—I needed to see him! But as I started to rise he tightened his grip on my middle and held me there with those steel arms and no matter how I wriggled or pushed on his

Jace asks as he continues to thrust into me. “Yes, Sir…I need more…please!” He pulls out of me as he gives me another sadistic smile, “Remember that you asked for it,” I stand on unsteady feet as he releases my wrists from above my head. He walks over to the area of items and comes back with more restraints, which attach to the collar that I’m wearing. He clips two straps to the loops in the back and then brings each arm around to cuff it back up, so now my arms are restrained behind me.

Sophia's POV I was being gagged, a dirty cloth was wrapped tightly around my mouth and a rope was tied tightly around my wrists. Attempting to kick and scream I was immediately restrained by Fabio, who put his hands around my neck, squeezing slightly. "The more you struggle, the harder I'll squeeze, so shut it." He looked more than pissed off, Fabio was furious and he was taking out that anger on the nearest person to him. Me.

Two masked men stormed in. “Get her!” Clara screamed, trying to bolt, but one of them caught her by the arm. “Let go of me!” They threw her onto the couch, struggling to subdue her. “Who are you? What do you want?!” “We’re under orders. You shouldn’t have run, Clara.” “I didn’t run from anyone!” she spat, clawing at one of their faces. “Let me go! You’re making a mistake!” “No mistake,” one muttered, tying her wrists with a zip tie. “You made your choice the moment you laid with another man.”