Sarah Goodwin Gets Robbed (M/F+) COMPLETE
Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2020 11:49 am
Hello all! For those who were active on the old site, my name was ductapegagged over there. You might remember my stories detailing my teenage friends that seemed too good to be true. Sadly, that was indeed the case. I was young and let my imagination run wild with my fantasies, and stretched the "level of truth" description of the True Stories section a bit far. The friends are real, some of the outfits were real believe it or not, and I did have some tugs with them, but that's about where what actually happens ends. I just felt like I needed to come clean and get that out of the way first, both for honesty's sake and in case anyone wondered what had happened to them.
That being said, I still love TUGS and still love to write, and I finally found the time to bring an idea I've had for a while to life. Huge props to those who were able to resurrect the community with this new site, I was really sad when I discovered the old one was gone and I can't thank you enough. I hope you enjoy!
Sarah Goodwin Gets Robbed (M/F+)
It was a nice but chilly January afternoon as 18 year old Sarah Goodwin got out of her car in the driveway, brushed her long blond hair to the side over her ear, and walked down her house's front sidewalk, her shoes making a clicking sound as they hit the hard ground. As she walked Sarah stared down, partly to protect her face from the winter wind, and partly to look at her outfit. She had been really happy with what she had picked out to wear for a presentation in speech class that day, and had spent more time than usual admiring it in the mirror that morning, nearly making herself late. The centerpiece of the outfit was a short, long-sleeved purple dress with a floral design and a flared skirt that ended around her mid-thighs. She had then paired it with her favorite 60 denier black tights and black ankle boots that had a zipper down one side and a three inch blocky heel. These boots were the first things she took off as soon as she had unlocked her front door and stepped inside, breathing a sigh of relief. She was an athlete, with a 5' 7" skinny frame built for basketball. And also sneakers.
Walking to the kitchen, now in her black stocking feet, Sarah opened the cupboard and scanned for an after-school snack. She settled on a granola bar, closed the door, and turned to go upstairs. And that's when she heard it. It was brief, but definitely noticeable. A sound like footsteps, on a hardwood floor, that had just stopped as soon as she did. Sarah knew she should be the only one in the house at the moment. Her mom and dad each worked 9-5 jobs, her father in particular an hours drive away, and her older sister, having grown up and moved out, only came by and visited occasionally.
Sarah stared over at her backpack on the table where she had left it, with her phone inside. She contemplated grabbing it and calling 911, or checking the noise out for herself. Maybe it was just the house creaking. Or maybe one of her parents was home for an emergency. No need to overreact, she decided. Sarah put her granola bar on the table and slowly walked around the corner. "Mom? Dad? Are you home?" No answer. She walked into the living room. No signs of life aside from the plants sitting by the window. "Hmm." Sarah pondered out loud. "Weird." She retreated out of the room and back around the corner to the kitchen. "If anyone is trying to scare me, it's not going to wommmmph!" A figure, dressed head to toe in black with a black ski mask over his face, had come out of nowhere, and now firmly held her to his chest with one arm, her own arms pinned to her sides beneath his grip. The other arm was bear-hugging her neck, with a gloved hand tightly grasping her mouth.
"Don't. Move." A male voice said. Sarah didn't, not necessarily because she was listening to him, but because her brain hadn't registered what was happening yet. And then it did. "Holy crap, this is a robbery" she thought. She started squirming, trying to break free. The man responded by reinforcing his grip and holding her tighter, preventing her from escaping and squeezing her jaw. "I said don't move!" he repeated. "Behave and I won't hurt you. Do you understand?" Sarah realized she had no other choice. She didn't see any weapon on him, but wasn't about to take any chances, and knew she couldn't take him in a fight anyways. She nodded her head slowly. "Good." the man said. "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. If you scream, there will be serious consequences. No one can hear you regardless. Got it?" Sarah nodded again. The man released his hand but kept his other arm around her torso, and Sarah took in a deep breath. "Take whatever you want, I promise, i won't tell anybody." "Oh I know you won't tell anybody" the man responded. He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a coil of white rope. Sarah's eyes widened. "No, please, I won't do anything I swear. You don't need to tie me up, I promise I'll behave." "And this is to make sure you keep that promise" the man said, with what sounded like a slight smirk in his tone. He grasped Sarah's wrists with both hands and slowly but firmly pulled them behind her back, held her two wrists together palm to palm with one hand and begin to wrap the rope around them tightly with the other, at the very end of her long sleeves. Sarah resisted, but it was no use. She was trapped. The man made several rounds around her wrists with the rope, then took the remainder and wound it vertically in between them and tied it off, cinching the previous loops nice and snug.
The intruder then drug her into the kitchen and sat her down on one of the kitchen chairs, which had rungs between each of the four legs and a narrow lowish back, which he pulled Sarah's arms behind. The man drew a large strand of rope from his other pocket and started to wrap rope above and below her breasts, around the back of the chair and her bound arms. Sarah knew she was stuck, but she sat up straight and gave an unyielding death stare at the man, refusing to look scared in her vulnerable position. Unfortunately, bravery wasn't going to make much of a difference in her current situation either way. A third length of rope from his seemingly endless pockets went firmly around her waist, chair and bound wrists, pinning them to the chair's back.
Finally out of his on-person stash it seemed, the man retreated into the dining room adjacent to the kitchen and came back with a large black gym bag, setting it on the table. Opening the zipper at the top of the bag, he looked at Sarah and grinned underneath the ski mask as he pulled out a medium- sized handkerchief and a long thick piece of white cloth. Her stonewall expression changed immediately. "Oh screw you, you are not gagging me with thapphmmpphf!" The man grabbed her jaw with one hand and stuffed the handkerchief in with the other. Sarah retched slightly due to the suddenness of the action, which gave the intruder enough time to take the thick strip of cloth and pull it between her teeth, yanking the ends of the cloth behind her head and cinching it with a double knot, pushing the handkerchief farther back into her mouth, pinning the edges of her lips back and making her cheeks puff out. Sarah was pissed. "Hmmmpppf!" she grunted. "What's that, I can't hear you" the man mocked, holding a hand up to his ear. "Hmmphf" Sarah groaned as she shook her head. The gag held firm.
The man grinned, pulled more rope from the bag and starting wrapping it around her thighs and the underside of the chair, pinning them to the seat. After that, he bent down to tie her nylon clad ankles, tightly wrapping several loops of rope around them, then switching directions and cinching those with horizontal loops in the middle, just like her wrists. Sarah knew there was no reason to resist at this point and didn't fight back. After her ankles came just below her knees, then above her knees and her lower thighs, all in the same manner. Finally, her bound ankles were firmly tied to the front rung of the chair, yanking them back underneath the seat so that her legs were held taut at a bent angle. The man at least stepped back to admire his handiwork. Sarah just stared at him, unable to move much of anything but her head, fingers and toes.
To the intruder, she looked quite cute. A young damsel, bound to his liking, with ropes securely cinched around her wrists, more tightly wound around her chest and thighs pinning her into the chair, and her hose covered legs strictly bound at the ankles, knees and thighs, with her ankles further tied to the front slat of the chair as an added touch. Last, but most certainly not least, she was silenced with a wad of cloth in her mouth, held securely in place with a thick white cloth tied tightly in between her teeth, preventing her from closing her mouth fully and making her cheeks bulge out like a chipmunk. It was a sight to behold.
After a few moments the man broke his gaze and met her eyes. "Well, I guess I better get going. Sit tight, don't run off anywhere." He laughed, picked up the gym bag and left the room.
Sarah sat and stared at the front door, not able to do much else. She squirmed a little bit, but knew she had zero shot of escaping until someone let her out. She just hoped that the intruder would before he left. Otherwise it was going to be a long couple of hours until her mom arrived home.
Sarah decided to just accept her situation and deal with it as best as she could. Unbeknownst to her captor, she was actually a fan of bondage and had tied herself up a time or two, something only her sister and mom knew about. Her sister knowing was voluntary, they shared everything together, and even though Sarah was nervous about revealing her kink, her older sibling eased her worries and told her it was perfectly normal. Her mother on the other hand caught her tying her pajama-clad legs in bed one night, having already stuffed a pair of pantyhose in her mouth and covered it with a couple strips of tape. Sarah was able to quickly cover her legs with her sheets, but she was not able to cover her mouth. After a slight, understandable freak out on her mother's part and a few awkward minutes in which Sarah quickly untied her legs in embarrassment, her mother sat her down and absolutely floored her by saying that she shared the same love of bondage as Sarah did, and that again, it was perfectly normal. In fact, her mother said with a coy smile, Sarah was conceived whilst her mother was tied spreadeagle hand and foot to her dad's bed. Sarah couldn't believe her ears when she heard that. Her mom then lectured her on the safety precautions of self-bondage, told her to please never do it without someone in the house, got up, winked, and said she'd leave her to it. Since then, Sarah didn't have to hide her daring hobby anymore, something she was very grateful for.
So for now, even though she was tied and gagged against her will, Sarah decided to look at the positives and try to enjoy it. She had never been tied even close to as secure as this before, having never had a TUG partner to do so. She squirmed in the chair testing her bonds, but the ropes were unyielding, the loops above and below her breasts keeping her from inching her body down, and the ones around her waist. wrists and thighs preventing her from lifting herself off the seat. She wished she could stretch out her legs in front of her and see the full extent of the black, slightly see-through nylon broken by intermittent white bands of rope from top to bottom. But alas, they were held tightly to the front of the chair, and she could only stare down at her thighs, slightly squished by the tightness of the ropes pinning them to the seat of the chair along with the one's cinching them tightly together a little further down. She felt the tight cloth cleave in-between her teeth distorting the lower part of her face, holding in a thick wad of packing that she knew was already soaked due to the strictness of the gag forcing her jaw open. For the first time, Sarah decided to really test it out. "HMMPPPF!" she moaned, her voice audible enough to be heard in the next room, but not much farther. "HMMPPPPF!"
Just then, a jangling of keys at the door broke Sarah out of her trance, and survival instincts took over. "HMMMPPF, HMMMMPPFF!" she pleaded, meaning it this time. She wasn't quite sure if she wanted to be rescued, or if she wanted to warn whoever it was behind the door. If it was her dad, a former linebacker in college, Sarah knew that barring the man had a weapon, he could take on the intruder and likely win. If it was her mom though, a thin woman in her mid 40's who had worked as a secretary for over half her life, well, she might have someone to share her predicament with pretty soon. She just hoped the intruder would take it easy on her. The door opened, and seconds later came the inevitable surprised shout of the person who walked through the entrance as they saw Sarah stringently bound and gagged in the chair. Sarah, meanwhile, was shocked too. For the person that walked through the door was not her mother or her father. It was someone completely different, someone that Sarah least expected out of anybody.
TBC...
That being said, I still love TUGS and still love to write, and I finally found the time to bring an idea I've had for a while to life. Huge props to those who were able to resurrect the community with this new site, I was really sad when I discovered the old one was gone and I can't thank you enough. I hope you enjoy!
Sarah Goodwin Gets Robbed (M/F+)
It was a nice but chilly January afternoon as 18 year old Sarah Goodwin got out of her car in the driveway, brushed her long blond hair to the side over her ear, and walked down her house's front sidewalk, her shoes making a clicking sound as they hit the hard ground. As she walked Sarah stared down, partly to protect her face from the winter wind, and partly to look at her outfit. She had been really happy with what she had picked out to wear for a presentation in speech class that day, and had spent more time than usual admiring it in the mirror that morning, nearly making herself late. The centerpiece of the outfit was a short, long-sleeved purple dress with a floral design and a flared skirt that ended around her mid-thighs. She had then paired it with her favorite 60 denier black tights and black ankle boots that had a zipper down one side and a three inch blocky heel. These boots were the first things she took off as soon as she had unlocked her front door and stepped inside, breathing a sigh of relief. She was an athlete, with a 5' 7" skinny frame built for basketball. And also sneakers.
Walking to the kitchen, now in her black stocking feet, Sarah opened the cupboard and scanned for an after-school snack. She settled on a granola bar, closed the door, and turned to go upstairs. And that's when she heard it. It was brief, but definitely noticeable. A sound like footsteps, on a hardwood floor, that had just stopped as soon as she did. Sarah knew she should be the only one in the house at the moment. Her mom and dad each worked 9-5 jobs, her father in particular an hours drive away, and her older sister, having grown up and moved out, only came by and visited occasionally.
Sarah stared over at her backpack on the table where she had left it, with her phone inside. She contemplated grabbing it and calling 911, or checking the noise out for herself. Maybe it was just the house creaking. Or maybe one of her parents was home for an emergency. No need to overreact, she decided. Sarah put her granola bar on the table and slowly walked around the corner. "Mom? Dad? Are you home?" No answer. She walked into the living room. No signs of life aside from the plants sitting by the window. "Hmm." Sarah pondered out loud. "Weird." She retreated out of the room and back around the corner to the kitchen. "If anyone is trying to scare me, it's not going to wommmmph!" A figure, dressed head to toe in black with a black ski mask over his face, had come out of nowhere, and now firmly held her to his chest with one arm, her own arms pinned to her sides beneath his grip. The other arm was bear-hugging her neck, with a gloved hand tightly grasping her mouth.
"Don't. Move." A male voice said. Sarah didn't, not necessarily because she was listening to him, but because her brain hadn't registered what was happening yet. And then it did. "Holy crap, this is a robbery" she thought. She started squirming, trying to break free. The man responded by reinforcing his grip and holding her tighter, preventing her from escaping and squeezing her jaw. "I said don't move!" he repeated. "Behave and I won't hurt you. Do you understand?" Sarah realized she had no other choice. She didn't see any weapon on him, but wasn't about to take any chances, and knew she couldn't take him in a fight anyways. She nodded her head slowly. "Good." the man said. "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. If you scream, there will be serious consequences. No one can hear you regardless. Got it?" Sarah nodded again. The man released his hand but kept his other arm around her torso, and Sarah took in a deep breath. "Take whatever you want, I promise, i won't tell anybody." "Oh I know you won't tell anybody" the man responded. He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a coil of white rope. Sarah's eyes widened. "No, please, I won't do anything I swear. You don't need to tie me up, I promise I'll behave." "And this is to make sure you keep that promise" the man said, with what sounded like a slight smirk in his tone. He grasped Sarah's wrists with both hands and slowly but firmly pulled them behind her back, held her two wrists together palm to palm with one hand and begin to wrap the rope around them tightly with the other, at the very end of her long sleeves. Sarah resisted, but it was no use. She was trapped. The man made several rounds around her wrists with the rope, then took the remainder and wound it vertically in between them and tied it off, cinching the previous loops nice and snug.
The intruder then drug her into the kitchen and sat her down on one of the kitchen chairs, which had rungs between each of the four legs and a narrow lowish back, which he pulled Sarah's arms behind. The man drew a large strand of rope from his other pocket and started to wrap rope above and below her breasts, around the back of the chair and her bound arms. Sarah knew she was stuck, but she sat up straight and gave an unyielding death stare at the man, refusing to look scared in her vulnerable position. Unfortunately, bravery wasn't going to make much of a difference in her current situation either way. A third length of rope from his seemingly endless pockets went firmly around her waist, chair and bound wrists, pinning them to the chair's back.
Finally out of his on-person stash it seemed, the man retreated into the dining room adjacent to the kitchen and came back with a large black gym bag, setting it on the table. Opening the zipper at the top of the bag, he looked at Sarah and grinned underneath the ski mask as he pulled out a medium- sized handkerchief and a long thick piece of white cloth. Her stonewall expression changed immediately. "Oh screw you, you are not gagging me with thapphmmpphf!" The man grabbed her jaw with one hand and stuffed the handkerchief in with the other. Sarah retched slightly due to the suddenness of the action, which gave the intruder enough time to take the thick strip of cloth and pull it between her teeth, yanking the ends of the cloth behind her head and cinching it with a double knot, pushing the handkerchief farther back into her mouth, pinning the edges of her lips back and making her cheeks puff out. Sarah was pissed. "Hmmmpppf!" she grunted. "What's that, I can't hear you" the man mocked, holding a hand up to his ear. "Hmmphf" Sarah groaned as she shook her head. The gag held firm.
The man grinned, pulled more rope from the bag and starting wrapping it around her thighs and the underside of the chair, pinning them to the seat. After that, he bent down to tie her nylon clad ankles, tightly wrapping several loops of rope around them, then switching directions and cinching those with horizontal loops in the middle, just like her wrists. Sarah knew there was no reason to resist at this point and didn't fight back. After her ankles came just below her knees, then above her knees and her lower thighs, all in the same manner. Finally, her bound ankles were firmly tied to the front rung of the chair, yanking them back underneath the seat so that her legs were held taut at a bent angle. The man at least stepped back to admire his handiwork. Sarah just stared at him, unable to move much of anything but her head, fingers and toes.
To the intruder, she looked quite cute. A young damsel, bound to his liking, with ropes securely cinched around her wrists, more tightly wound around her chest and thighs pinning her into the chair, and her hose covered legs strictly bound at the ankles, knees and thighs, with her ankles further tied to the front slat of the chair as an added touch. Last, but most certainly not least, she was silenced with a wad of cloth in her mouth, held securely in place with a thick white cloth tied tightly in between her teeth, preventing her from closing her mouth fully and making her cheeks bulge out like a chipmunk. It was a sight to behold.
After a few moments the man broke his gaze and met her eyes. "Well, I guess I better get going. Sit tight, don't run off anywhere." He laughed, picked up the gym bag and left the room.
Sarah sat and stared at the front door, not able to do much else. She squirmed a little bit, but knew she had zero shot of escaping until someone let her out. She just hoped that the intruder would before he left. Otherwise it was going to be a long couple of hours until her mom arrived home.
Sarah decided to just accept her situation and deal with it as best as she could. Unbeknownst to her captor, she was actually a fan of bondage and had tied herself up a time or two, something only her sister and mom knew about. Her sister knowing was voluntary, they shared everything together, and even though Sarah was nervous about revealing her kink, her older sibling eased her worries and told her it was perfectly normal. Her mother on the other hand caught her tying her pajama-clad legs in bed one night, having already stuffed a pair of pantyhose in her mouth and covered it with a couple strips of tape. Sarah was able to quickly cover her legs with her sheets, but she was not able to cover her mouth. After a slight, understandable freak out on her mother's part and a few awkward minutes in which Sarah quickly untied her legs in embarrassment, her mother sat her down and absolutely floored her by saying that she shared the same love of bondage as Sarah did, and that again, it was perfectly normal. In fact, her mother said with a coy smile, Sarah was conceived whilst her mother was tied spreadeagle hand and foot to her dad's bed. Sarah couldn't believe her ears when she heard that. Her mom then lectured her on the safety precautions of self-bondage, told her to please never do it without someone in the house, got up, winked, and said she'd leave her to it. Since then, Sarah didn't have to hide her daring hobby anymore, something she was very grateful for.
So for now, even though she was tied and gagged against her will, Sarah decided to look at the positives and try to enjoy it. She had never been tied even close to as secure as this before, having never had a TUG partner to do so. She squirmed in the chair testing her bonds, but the ropes were unyielding, the loops above and below her breasts keeping her from inching her body down, and the ones around her waist. wrists and thighs preventing her from lifting herself off the seat. She wished she could stretch out her legs in front of her and see the full extent of the black, slightly see-through nylon broken by intermittent white bands of rope from top to bottom. But alas, they were held tightly to the front of the chair, and she could only stare down at her thighs, slightly squished by the tightness of the ropes pinning them to the seat of the chair along with the one's cinching them tightly together a little further down. She felt the tight cloth cleave in-between her teeth distorting the lower part of her face, holding in a thick wad of packing that she knew was already soaked due to the strictness of the gag forcing her jaw open. For the first time, Sarah decided to really test it out. "HMMPPPF!" she moaned, her voice audible enough to be heard in the next room, but not much farther. "HMMPPPPF!"
Just then, a jangling of keys at the door broke Sarah out of her trance, and survival instincts took over. "HMMMPPF, HMMMMPPFF!" she pleaded, meaning it this time. She wasn't quite sure if she wanted to be rescued, or if she wanted to warn whoever it was behind the door. If it was her dad, a former linebacker in college, Sarah knew that barring the man had a weapon, he could take on the intruder and likely win. If it was her mom though, a thin woman in her mid 40's who had worked as a secretary for over half her life, well, she might have someone to share her predicament with pretty soon. She just hoped the intruder would take it easy on her. The door opened, and seconds later came the inevitable surprised shout of the person who walked through the entrance as they saw Sarah stringently bound and gagged in the chair. Sarah, meanwhile, was shocked too. For the person that walked through the door was not her mother or her father. It was someone completely different, someone that Sarah least expected out of anybody.
TBC...