Bondage Vacation

Ella grunts loudly as she is tossed into the trunk of the car.

Her girlfriend stands above, admiring her bound body. Her unhappy victim struggles madly, but strict rope binds her arms and legs. She begs to be let out, but a ballgag is shoved in her mouth and strapped behind her head. She screams and moans desperately behind the rubber ball.

"Oh come on. Its only a three-hour drive!" Amy responds, ignoring her whining.

She throws a few bags and suitcases on top of the struggling woman, then slams the trunk shut.

Just a few minutes earlier, the two were busy in their bedroom packing up clothes and supplies for the upcoming trip. Ella was busy discussing her plans for the trip— how excited she was to relax and unwind in the cozy cabin, and explore the beautiful countryside. She was so enraptured by her vocal daydreams, she failed to notice her partner approaching from behind with a bundle of rope in hand.

"I have the perfect playlist picked out for the— Huh?!"

Ella is interrupted as the taller woman pushes her forward onto the bed. She climbs on top of the struggling woman, and pulls her hands together. She quickly loops the rope up her wrists, and cinches it tightly.

Amy stands up to grab more rope, while Ella fights and pulls against the sudden restraint.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Ella shouts up at her assailant. "We don't have time for sex. We have a super long drive ahead!"

Amy walks back, with an ominous amount of rope and straps in her hands. She throws them on the bed next to Ella.

"You are not tying me up right— mmph!" Amy shoves a ballgag into the woman's mouth, interrupting her protests.

The frantic woman tries to stand up, but Amy pushes her back down onto the bed and straddles her. In only a few moments, she has wrapped rope around elbows, knees, chest, and ankles. The skilled woman has a wealth of experience with knots and shibari, and the bondage is comfortable but entirely inescapable. She leaves her victim with her clothes on— she is wearing yoga pants and a plain t-shirt.

The bound woman has resorted to begging now, but her captor ignores her muffled pleas. Amy finishes packing up, letting her victim struggle helplessly on the bed.

"You thought I was going to let you sing those awful songs for three hours?" Amy explains. "I think we'll both be more comfortable this way."

Ella pleads loudly, but only drool and garbled words come out of her mouth.

If Amy could understand her, she would know that the poor woman had forgotten to use the restroom.

Ella struggles madly in the dark trunk. She contorts and twists in the strict rope, but nothing budges.

"Great... what a way to start my trip. My jaw aches, I can't see anything, it stinks in here, and I have to pee already!"

After awhile, Ella stops struggling and lays still. She tries to ignore how aroused she is getting, struggling helplessly. She tries to relax her breathing.

"She could have at least tied a crotchrope... or left me a vibrator..."

Bored, she thinks about the coming weekend. She has a sneaking suspicion her trip will go differently then expected.

"If that bitch thinks she can keep me tied up all weekend... she has another thing coming! I'll escape... get my ... and enjoy my weekend the way I intended!" she thinks.

For the next hour, she lays in the dark— plotting her and trying to distract herself from her miserable predicament.