Straitjacket Story Novels & Stories

"The more you struggle, the more you try to break free, the wider it spreads your legs. And the tighter the restraints become on your wrists." "You're lying." But even as I say it, I'm testing the restraints. Shaking my wrists. Trying to pull free. The restraints don't budge on my wrists. But between my legs, oh god, I feel the ankle restraints shift. Widening. Spreading my legs further apart with mechanical precision. I freeze immediately. Dante's smile is absolutely wicked. "I told you. Every movement widens your legs. Every struggle gives me more access to what I want."

Larry was confused as to her reaction. He quickly ran to the window and saw the man climbing the steps, still holding the axe and dragging the body along. Larry instantly became frightened and in that confusion, he stumbled against a bookshelf and a flower vase fell and shattered on the harsh floor, his hair stood still as he became fidgeted as to what to do next. The door is violently kicked open and Larry stared at the unknown man standing in the doorway. The man slowly walks up to Larry who was backing up from his reach, the man sprinted up and swung his axe narrowly missing Larry's head as he ducked, losing his balance, he hit the ground and moaned in pain, the man swung the axe at him

Chapter 12 GODFATHER SLAP! THUD! "Ahhh!" The man was extremely pissed when he heard the man's annoying name. His hand landed furiously on Hannah's face adding the flush on her cheeks. Her face turned even more swollen than before. "Told you to scream my name and not that annoying name!" The man shouted and immediately pulled out from her. He jumped off from the bed and dragged her towards the bathroom. Hannah struggled hard to twist her arm but the man's hold on her wrist was so tight. "Please... Please let go of me..." She begged helplessly. Fresh tears stream down her face nonstop.

I struggled with my bindings, trying to reach it with my leg but it was too far. "Bastard!" Joaquin grunted as he rushed towards the gun. Dane pulled him back, pinning him in an armlock. I strained my leg, managing to touch the tip, wrapping the fabric of my skirt around my foot and tried again. This time, with the grip of the dress fabric, I was able to pull it towards me slightly. Finally, with it in reach, I slid it closer and under my skirt as I struggled to free myself. It was clear Joaquin hadn’t come unprepared when he pulled a knife out. I didn’t speak, not wanting to distract Dane. Biting my lip when I saw him twist Joaquin’s hand but both men were equally matched.

“Damn, I barely have the strength to hold it in any longer. How about this?" "No way, we have to endure it!" another friend said as one hand untied his belt and tied Mitchel's hands. The restraining jacket that was supposed to work, fell on the road just now.” the others also untied Mitchel's belts and bound his legs. "This is a good way!" one said. At this moment Mitchel's head was pressed against the ground. Now his eyes were bloodshot and he continued to struggle and scream, “Get off me you bastard! Quickly let me go! Do you want me to die ha!”

However, my resistance was in vain as one of the guards hoisted me effortlessly over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, their determined strides carrying us towards the direction from which they had come. “No! Please!” I punched his back as he adjusted me over his shoulder. I quickly noted my surroundings. A cemented area, with red stripes. "Gag her," the lead guard ordered tersely. Ignoring my defiant glare, they wasted no time in gagging me with a grimy handkerchief, muffling any protests that threatened to escape my lips. With rough efficacy, they bound my hands tightly behind my back, eliciting a sharp cry of pain as they yanked my hair backward, forcing my head into a strained positi

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.

Its eyes are all black and its white complexion is not normal. “L-let go o-of ackk.” Jax can’t continue on what he’s going to say when the man put more force on his hand which is strangling him. Jax’s feet could no longer reach on the ground because the man had already lifted him as he strangled him.

The warrior finally got back up and gave me a hard punch in my stomach ,shit that hurts i growl in pain . "Your lucky I'm been tied up" i said as i spat on his face ,and in return he slaps me hard in the face ,making me mad ,no one slaps me in the face ,my legs suddenly moved and wrapped around his neck and strangle him hard until he passes out"while i was still bounded. "You killed him" says the prisoner in from of me . What the fuck just happened right now, i know i didn't lift my legs up intentionally .