Trapped In Pantyhose Novels & Stories

Everything else could wait. *** It had been hours of being trapped in the stone-built basement with Chase. I was glad to be with him, but we had no ideas how to escape. Chased had told me that he'd been kept down there for months. He said that they fed him every few days and changed the crap bucket. It smelled awful and was embarrassing having a pee in front of him but I had no choice. It was definitely easier for him, having a penis. Although I knew that we had been together before and married, I felt weird letting him see my vagina. I was starving and hoped that they would feed us soon, but for now, it was the two of us, a cold stone prison and the constant flickering of candlelight.

This time, being trapped felt even more suffocating than before. I was confined not just to a room but to a bed—a prison with a five-meter radius. I could eat at the table, wash up in the bathroom, and little else. The chain that tethered me to this small space seemed more like a mockery of my freedom than a necessary precaution. There were moments when I wondered if I could somehow strangle myself with it, just to escape.

He ignored me and trapped me on the desk I couldn't move my upper body and I fruitlessly tried to kick him with my heels. One of his big hands grabbed my waist and he slid off my panties…

The long skirt hindered my speed; without thinking much, I tore off the bottom of the dress and threw it aside; everything seemed a little better. But because I was in such a hurry, I didn't notice that a trap was soon placed ahead. When my foot stepped on the animal trap, it clamped down on my leg, and blood flowed out. I couldn't help but scream; I didn't know someone had heard it, and they would soon come and arrest me. I gritted my teeth, sweat dripping from my forehead. I tried to pull the trap out, but its sharp teeth were dug deep into my calf. The more it exerted its force, the tighter it tightened as if it wanted to crush my bones.

I wheezed, tugging at the hidden side zipper. Zip. The sound of the metal teeth snagging on the delicate silk was the loudest thing in the room. I froze. I reached back, my fingers fumbling blindly. The zipper wasn't moving. It wasn't going up to cover my ribs, and it wasn't going down to let me breathe. I was officially trapped in the fashion equivalent of a Chinese finger trap. "Dominic!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the lockless door. "Emergency! Code Blue! Bring the scissors!"

I close the distance with just a few steps. It happens so quickly. As I bend down to look through the grate, Graydon puts out his hand trying to stop me, he says something and I turn. It's too late. The trap must have been set to trigger the moment I went near the grate. The net snaps shut. The oldest trap in the book and I got caught by it. Me and Graydon twist and squirm trying to move into a position that might help us stop spinning around. But the net is sticky as a spider's web so I put one hand on a cord and it gets stuck so I have to use the other one to pull it away and the jerk flings me backwards so now my back is stuck. Graydon is having similar troubles and his boot gets lodged p

"Could it be that Athena Stanford was behind this?" "Who else? No one knew that we were here aside from her!" Hannah added fuel to the fire. "I will definitely kill her the next time I see her!" Marie seethed in pure anger as she began banging the door furiously. "Anybody there?! Help!" Half an hour later… "Open the goddamn door!" Hannah also shouted following suit to Marie's movements. "Help! We're trapped in here!" They both shouted, terrified as the air inside the room was getting thin. They were catching their breaths and voices had turned hoarse as they continued to shout for some help…

I spat each and every word, staring right through his orbs. "Go put the dress back, Princess. This is your last chance," I didn't reply, only glared at him. Before I knew it, I was pushed harshly, making me fall down on the bed, making me bounce on the cloud-like mattress. "I told you but you didn't listen," My heart dropped. He looked deadly. I staggered back, trying to get away from this mad man. I couldn't get far because his hand shot out and grabbed my ankle, pulling me underneath his muscular body. He then hovers over me, caging me in between his strong arms.

I decided to go for it. Locking the stall door I quickly kicked off my shoes, stripped off my pantyhose and sliding off my black panties rolled them up and tucked them into the waistband of my skirt under my blouse. I put the pantyhose back on and just before pulling them up all the way poked a hole in them with my fingernails and ripped the crotch open. After pulling them up I couldn't resist slipping my fingers inside of my all but dripping pussy. On the way out I gave my clit a little rub with my thumb that sent a shudder through me. Oh this was going to good.