Straitjacket Story Novels & Stories

"Anyone could show up." Mohawk let out a cold laugh. "If someone does, then that'll be their unlucky day 'cause they won't live to tell the story." He said, then turned back to me. He forced my legs apart and then positioned himself right between them. I squirmed frantically, trying to escape, but it was pointless because they held me down too tightly. He yanked off my panties, and I felt his hard d**k press against me, but just as he was about to-

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.

Tremaine snarled at Tabby. She seemed frozen in time. She didn’t even appear to be breathing. Steele could see that Tremaine terrified her. She wasn’t the first. “I want you to tell me where my money is located. Then I want you naked in my bed.” She let out a small gasp and began to struggle against her restraints. As if enjoying her terror, he reached down and slipped his hand between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together as if to stop his hand.

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.

"I mean, I can't even go down a glacier that doesn't make room for me." Sage leans down, elbows on his knees. "You're not kidding," he said. She nodded. "Yes. I'm a joke and a traitor. I'm no better than the reporters the Magazine hired to write 'How to seduce your man in ten steps or less'. " She covered her face with her hand. like a dagger had pierced her stomach. Does she think her life story equates to a lousy article? Writing the story about Davenport Outdoors, even if it was to cover up something his father did, it was also to save jobs. . . to save him.

He heard Tales say 'no more' before he grabbed a red ribbon. Before Tales' breathing subsided, his eyes widened in horror when Raja wrapped the ribbon around his manhood and tied it like it's a present. He then flipped Tales to lay flat with his back on the bed. Tales winced and immediately reached his manhood to undone it but Raja shook his head, "no,no,no" and reached the headboard with the restraints on it. "What are you doing? Let go." Tales hissed as he struggled to break free.

It was tight and made for fighting. I froze. I took a step back and shouted. "I am not wearing that! What is the meaning of this drama?" They didn't care. They moved toward me like a wall. One of them grabbed my arm. Another pulled the blanket off my shoulders. The third lifted the suit to force me into it. I screamed. I pushed one of them away. I tried to rip my arm back with all my strength. But their grip was much stronger than my exhausted body. A short but brutal struggle broke out in the room. It ended with the leather suit tight against my skin, forced on me against my will.

Just as I took two steps forward, Jax grabbed my wrist from behind and twirled me around to slam me against his chest while keeping my wrist captured behind my back, "You never understand, do you?" He glared down at me. I struggled against his hold and tried to free my wrist, but instead of loosening, his hold tightened. I twisted and pulled at my wrist to get it free but his hold had turned painful. "Do not try to get away from me!" He gritted his teeth. I kept struggling. My other hand pushed against his hard as a rock chest but my every attempt was futile. How the hell was he that much strong?