Straitjacket Story Novels & Stories

I was still bewildered by the sudden pace of events when she stepped up rapidly behind me, seized the collar of my suit jacket, and jerked it downwards off my shoulders – the buttons at the front held, and the result was to pinion my arms to my sides, like some impromptu strait-jacket.

“You’ve got fire. I’ll give you that. But courage won’t save you from what’s coming.” Before he could say more, Julian’s team moved in, their presence overwhelming Adrian’s small group. Adrian’s confidence crumbled as he realized he’d walked into a trap. “This isn’t over,” he snarled as the authorities took him into custody. Alexander stepped closer, his voice calm but deadly. “Oh, it’s over. And you’ll spend the rest of your life regretting you ever crossed me or my family.” --- The Aftermath As the sun rose the next morning, Alexander and Emilia stood on the balcony of their home, watching the vineyard come alive in the soft light.

’ 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

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.

She straddled him, her legs over his middle. “Put your hands up, near the bed posts.” He did, and from behind the posts she withdrew a Velcro covered strap, that she fastened around one wrist. Then the other wrist. She was a little nervous, being imprisoned like that. But it happened quickly, before she had time to fully process what was happening. “And now the legs,” she said.

The perfect place for interrogation. "You're the fifth person to interview me. I must be important." "Bobby," waggled his restrained wrist. "Belly chains, handcuffs, shackles. Am I a serial killer?" "Are you, Bobby? You almost killed the girl at the beach?" "She was stung by a jellyfish, and I was trying to help." "She's in a coma." "Sounds like she's allergic. Why am I here?" "Where is your family?" Stralath touched the edge of the metal desk and then tested to see if it was indeed secured to the floor. It was.

I’d always avoided being restrained. Until he handcuffed me. I tried to clench my thighs together, to keep back the arousal that memory elicited. But he was rounding the foot of the bed to the other side. Cinching that ankle as well. Tight enough that my legs were spread open. I found myself instinctively sliding down the bed to get a bit of slack and pulling slightly with one foot to test the restriction of the restraint. But he’d already arrived at my side. Watching me struggle with a bored look. He suddenly caught under my arms and dragged me up the bed. Pulling one of my wrists out to strap that too.

Jackson pulled my collar before letting the monstrous scream in my face. “You know what? You shouldn’t mind other people’s business! Go and have sex yourself!” “I heard it right, Jackson. I am not gonna sit and do nothing. Let the girl go.” I warned darkly, forcing a step while resisting his grasp. The latter’s anger heightened. “No.” He tightened his hold on my collar, purposely strangling me.

But thankfully, they stopped the crude comments after that, though their lingering touches remained just invasive enough to remind me how powerless I was. My heart thudded violently in my chest as they continued caging me to the chair. Leather straps locked across my chest, waist, and ankles. Cold metal cuffs snapped shut around my wrists and ankles. My lips trembled, but no words would form, only shallow, panicked breaths. My mind raced for answers. I wasn’t the culprit, I knew that with every fiber of my body. The crime, whatever evidence they claimed to have found in my jacket… it had to be that man. The man who had bumped into me in the rain, he must have slipped whatever it was they fou

Damian kneed him in the side, and Dominic slammed his head against the floor—not too hard, but enough to stun him. "Get off me!" Jarrett yelled, struggling as they hauled him into a chair by the bed, using more belts and ties from the nightstand to secure him—wrists to the arms, ankles to the legs. He thrashed, but it was no use. They had him bound tight, his shirt rumpled, a bruise already forming on his cheek. Panting, Damian stepped back, rubbing his jaw. "There. Now you can sit and watch, like a good boy."