Straitjacket Story Novels & Stories

“If you don’t want to do it for us then do it for yourself. You will be the first exclusive story to the Strangle case. I will go on record myself and give you all the credit. Whatever you want you got it.” Julissa sighed. Seeming as if she had given up and too tired to argue. Janet’s words were now resonating in her mind as she paused thinking of her career and her future. Antonio glanced over at Janet seeing as her methods were working now, saw what she was afraid of. “What would I have to do?” “Come back to the Sanders building with a bag of clothes. The Strangler will come for you and when he does we will be ready.” Antonio replied. ***

Nancy’s POV His hand was warm against the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair with a possessive grip. He held the leather strap between us—dark, about an inch wide, with a buckle on one side and a small rubber ball attached to the center. The gag. I stared at it, my lips parting slightly, my breath quickening. “Open,” Jake said. I opened my mouth. He slid the ball past my lips, the rubber pressing against my tongue, and fastened the strap behind my head. The leather cinched tight, not painful, but firm. I could not speak. I could only hum, only nod, only follow.

Pussy exposed, dripping, clenching around nothing. Jax grabs the satin scarf from the dresser, the one Marcus bought me for our anniversary that I’ve never worn, and ties my wrists together behind my back. The knots are tight and practiced. He loops the ends through the headboard slats and pulls until my shoulders stretch and my back arches deeper, pushing my ass higher.

Carla~ The backseat of the van rattled beneath me, its metal joints groaning with every bump on the road. My head hung low, chin almost touching my chest, my arms bound tight inside the suffocating hold of a straitjacket. The fabric dug into my shoulders, restraining not just my limbs but whatever fight I had left inside me. I didn't resist. Not anymore. My eyes stayed fixed on the filthy floor of the vehicle as my lips moved silently, forming words I could no longer hear. Prayers, maybe...or apologies. Maybe even nonsense, I wasn’t sure anymore.

I replied calmly. Then I powered off my phone and tried to rest. However, I couldn’t stop thinking about everything I’d done for Jim over the past five years. Like that time at the auction, I bought up everything for him just to make sure no one dared look down on him. However the next day, I saw an ancient bracelet from the auction on Rowena’s wrist. Jim had brushed it off with a casual excuse. I wanted to believe him. When he asked me not to go, I even gave up my chance to study abroad.

"Please do not do this!" They started strapping me down. Try started with my wrist. I pulled against the restraints. But they were too tight. The leather cut into my skin. It hurt badly. Then they strapped down my ankles. I could not move my legs. I tried to kick but the straps held firmly. Finally, they put a strap across my chest. Pinning me down completely. I was trapped. Unable to move. Unable to escape. "Please," I begged. Tears streamed down my face. "Please do not hurt my baby."

The strap around her neck is pulled down hard, forcing her to double over, and she realizes that he means to secure her in a precarious bent-over position. Janet heaves with her stomach churning, trying to straighten, but she feels the man's body weight on the strap, pulling her head further and further towards her ankles. She screams again, but it comes out as a muffled gasp. The strap in her mouth is leather, maybe a belt, and she bites hard into the unyielding surface as she watches rough hands weave the other end of her neck strap between her ankles. The man steps back. She can hear him breathing heavily at the exertion of keeping her under control. "What a pretty sight. You know what co

And I probably had cause my vision was blurry and so were my thoughts. My hamstrings strained while he pressed me down into the bed, his large palm flat against my back, holding me in place. Then, with a rough jerk, he fisted the fabric of my sweater, yanking me upright until my back was flush against his chest. That’s when I realized he was naked—I hadn’t even noticed when he’d stripped off his clothes. My arms were stretched taut, the tie around my wrists digging into my skin as it strained against the head post, holding me imprisoned.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was for us to get pregnant? “You bitch. My baby is dead, so you can die too!” He strangled me to death with his bare hands. After that, he was sent to prison. Only after I died did I find out that Shane and Dulcie had been sleeping together all along. With me dead and Wallace out of the picture, the two of them shamelessly moved in together. The sharp pain in my hand snapped me fully awake. I immediately walked over to the older woman across from me. She was standing in the aisle, making things difficult for the train attendant.

A strait jacket as I try to stand up, I get pulled down by several faces holding me down. Then, a muzzle is being placed on my face, not without me biting the fingers of the person holding me down clean off. And I spit the finger back at the person. Not in a moment of distraction, I hear. “Papa they are hurting him. He's mine, is he not? Don't let them hurt him.” Then the muzzle is buckled behind my face. Then I black out for a few minutes whimpering at the loss of something dear to me. When I come back choking , tongue scraping against my teeth and comes away mettalic.