Straitjacket Story Novels & Stories

My pack didn’t have as much money as midnight pack, and my father didn’t let go of money easily. Angie said she was going to look for a drink while I tried the clothes. I had just removed a nice silky top when someone entered into the changing stall. I opened my mouth to scream but he clamped a palm over my mouth before anything could come out. My eyes widened when I saw the unfamiliar man with a small scar above his eyebrow. I tried to fight him off by all means but he was very strong. He held me against his chest and started squeezing my neck tightly, trying to strangle me. I tried to call out but nothing was coming out. I could feel my lungs starting to hurt as I struggled for air.

I hyperventilated severally unable to catch my breath. There was no breeze coming in since the windows were locked. I gasped for air. My wrists weren't free, they were cuffed behind my back. My legs were chained to the bed. My neck was strapped with a collar as if I was some caged dog. Was the mysterious stranger who locked me in here planning on mistreating me like a dog that went astray? The situation was above me. It was one I couldn't deal with. My lips were sealed with plastic tape.

The official tried to scramble up, but Jax stepped inside, his massive shoulders completely blocking the light from the corridor. Jax reached up to the wall rack, grabbing two heavy, black leather skate straps used for binding team trunks. “Hold his legs, Leo,” Jax commanded. I stepped into the closet, driving my knee hard into the official’s thighs while Jax wrapped the thick leather straps around the man’s wrists, binding his hands behind his back with tight, unbreakable knots. The leather creaked under the pressure. The official stopped struggling once the second strap locked into place. ***

He tightened the straps until my wrists were securely fastened and I was unable to move them at all. I turned to look over my shoulder at him as he took another picture, saying, "Look at me." Although I usually kept my camera locked in a safe that only I knew the combination to, I left it out for him. Despite my paranoia, I never wanted anyone to see those. He asked me, "Are you okay like that?" "Yes, Sir." I answered that it didn't feel any more awkward than the other ways he had restrained me. "I'm going to spank you with this." My mouth dried up when I heard something smack what I took to be his hand before it entered my field of vision.

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.

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.”

These people have found me, captured me in the second most humiliating way. The first was them using my son as leverage. I tried lifting my hands, but the moment I moved, something cinched around my ribs and arms, tight enough to crush my bone. I am wearing a straitjacket jacket. I can recognize it because I have few of them in my own torture room. But still, I'm fazed by how much audacity these fucker's got. I jerked again, harder this time.The straps cut into my skin, but the jacket didn’t budge.

I knew that time was running out, and that I had to act fast. With a sudden burst of energy, I thrashed against the straps that bound me, ignoring the pain that shot through my body. I felt a surge of triumph as one of the straps snapped, but the others still held firm. I gasp for breath, feeling a sharp pain shoot through my chest. I try to scream out, but the fabric over my mouth only muffles the sound. My eyes widen as I realize what is happening. One of the lab-coated men is approaching me, holding something in his hand. I try to struggle against my restraints, but they hold me firmly in place.

"It seems your girlfriend won't be coming out to save you anytime soon. I might have taken the liberty of locking her in the bathroom." Salvatore's muffled protests grew louder, the sound reverberating through the room as he strained against his bindings with renewed vigor. The fabric of the gag rustled against his mouth, and his movements became more frantic, a desperate attempt to free himself from his restraints. But no matter how hard he struggled, the knots held firm, trapping him in his vulnerable position.

I ran through my thoughts, looking for some thing reasonable to tell him but to no avail, I couldn't think of anything reasonable. Seeing that I had nothing to say, Lustrow grasped my neck and raised me up, living me suspended in the air and my feet dangling as my lungs stretched out as my neck was held up with one hand. I took Lustrow's wrist, wrenching it so he could let go of me but he was just too strong and I was too weak and at once, Lustrow flipped me out of his hand making me fall into the rack heavily.