Amber’s weekend kidnapping continues (F/f)

[JulieG]

Danny dragged the chair into the kitchen. “Bathroom break after lunch unless you are desperate.” Amber shook her head and Danny began to unwrap the gag from her head. Once the soaked cloth was out Danny held a straw to her nieces mouth.

“Drink this, you need to stay hydrated, I’m not trying to kill you after all, just keeping you tied tied up here for a bit of fun.” Amber sipped the water gratefully. It had been hours since she had had anything to drink and her throat felt like it was on fire. Danny laughed as she drank. “I bet you’re wondering what’s next right?” She winked and ruffled Amber’s hair before walking away.

Danny returned with a plate of sandwiches and a bowl of crisps. She set them down on the kitchen table and took a seat across from Amber. She picked up a sandwich and took a bite, watching her niece with amusement. Amber’s stomach growled loudly. Danny smirked, “Would you like one?” Amber nodded vigorously and Danny picked up a sandwich with one hand, holding it out to her with the other.

With her eyes still blindfolded and hands and body still taped to the chair, Amber had to lean forward awkwardly to take a bite, sniffing where the chicken was. The bread was soft, fresh baked and the filling was slightly peppery with salad bland and she ate it greedily, her hunger overpowering any discomfort. Danny chewed slowly, savouring her meal as she studied Amber. “Now I have more surprises for you this afternoon. How’s it been so far?” She asked, her tone like she was discussing the weather, or a mundane day at school.


Amber felt a shiver at the question. She was having a wonderful time but what kind games did her aunt have planned? The homework locks in the cupboard underneath the stairs had not been fun but she realised a necessity. She took a deep breath and said in a steady voice, “It’s been wonderful. But did you really have to tie me up for homework?” Danny laughed, the sound echoing through the empty house.

“Oh, that was one way to keep your mind focussed on, darling. Shall I suggest mum and nan do that all the time. Now, let’s see if you’re ready for the next part of our little adventure.” Danny stood up and moved behind Amber, her hand tracing the tape that held her wrists to the chair.

With careful gentleness, she began to cut the tape. Amber flinched at the coldness of the scissors against her skin but remained otherwise still, her heart racing in anticipation. The tape came away with a sticky sound, and Danny said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. We don’t want to ruin that pretty skin yet now, do we?” Amber felt a strange mix of fear and excitement at the word "yet," but she kept her thoughts to herself. Her hands were finally free, and she was delighted to be able to stretch and wiggle her fingers.

Danny grabbed her arm and led her, blindfolded, to the bathroom. The cool floor tiles felt refreshing under her bare feet, and she heard the door click shut behind them. “Usual rules. 10 minutes. No funny business. Pop your blindfold on stand back to the door and call when you’re ready. I’ll be right outside,” she warned, her voice playful yet firm. Amber nodded, the fabric of the blindfold brushing against her nose as she moved her head.

Once the door was closed, Amber slowly removed the blindfold. Looking into the mirror, she saw the marks from the gag imprinted on her cheeks, surrounded by a sticky mess of saliva and sweat. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of her dishevelled reflection. Her hair was even more of a tangled mess than usual, sweat plastered to her skin, and her face was flushed from the struggle. She took a deep breath and turned on the tap, the fell of cool water most refreshing.

Amber splashed cold water on her face, feeling the sting of it on her sensitive skin. She took a moment to appreciate the simple act of being able to wash away the grime from her ordeal. The bathroom smelled faintly of her aunt's perfume. As strange as she knew it was, she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the excitement of the unknown. It was a break from the mundane routine of school and chores, and she found herself craving more of this unexpected adventure.

Once she had cleaned up as best she could, Amber slipped the blindfold back on, took a deep breath and called out to Danny. The door opened, and Danny's smiling face appeared in the frame. "Ready for the next part of the fun?" she asked, her voice filled with mischief. Amber nodded eagerly, and Danny led her back to the lounge, guiding her by the elbow as if she were a contestant on a game show.

Danny directed her to the floor and instructed her to lie on her tummy. Amber felt the deep pile of the rug against her thighs and cheek as she complied, her heart racing. Danny's footsteps , slapping on the wood block, retreated for a moment before returning, the sound of something being dragged along with them. "Remember, no peeking," she said, placing a pillow under Amber's chin. Then, she began to tie Amber's wrists and elbows with rope, securing her in place. Amber's mind raced, trying to imagine what could be in store for her, the tension in the air thick with anticipation.

“How flexible are you?” Asked Danny straining to pull Ambers Arms together.

Amber felt her elbows touch, uncomfortable but not painful. She gritted her teeth and nodded, not sure if she was reassuring herself or her aunt. Danny’s grip was firm, and the ropes dug slightly into her skin, but she remained silent, not wanting to give her aunt the fear of causing any real discomfort. As Danny tightened the knots, Amber felt a strange sensation of vulnerability and excitement mingle together. This was definitely not a typical afternoon, and she found herself strangely looking forward to what would happen next, as Danny tied her forearms together, with ropes just above and below her elbows.

Once her arms were bound, Danny proceeded to tie the ropes around her chest, creating a makeshift harness that made it difficult for Amber to move her upper body. She was aware of her breathing, shallow and quick, as the ropes tightened. It was surprisingly comforting, almost like a warm embrace that she hadn’t realized she needed. She felt a strange sense of trust in her aunt, despite the unorthodox situation. Danny was known for her gentle nature, but there was a roughness in the way she was securing her that Amber hadn’t experienced before.

Next, Danny bent her legs at the knee and tied her ankles together, crossing them in an intricate pattern before securing them to her bound wrists. The rope was tight, but not too tight, leaving just enough room for Amber to wiggle slightly. “Alright, let’s see how well you can hold still,” Danny said, a hint of challenge in her voice. Amber took a deep breath and focused on the sensation of the ropes against her skin, the way they held her in place without causing pain. Next Danni did something which seemed odd. First on her right foot, then her left, she tied Amber’s big toe to the shin of the opposite leg.

Amber felt the stretch but it was a good one, like yoga she had done in PE class. “Comfortable?” Danny asked, a smirk playing on her lips. Amber was anything but, however she nodded as much as she could, given the new constraints, eager to find out what her aunt had planned. Danny stepped back to admire her handiwork, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You’re going to be my little butterfly for a while,” she said, her voice light and playful. The ropes criss-crossed over Amber’s body, creating a pattern that reminded her of a butterfly’s wings.

Danny grabbed a clean white sock and pushed it into Amber’s mouth, filling it completely. The taste was strange, and the sensation of having something so large in her mouth was unpleasant, but she was getting used to such gags; she was after all in no position to argue. Before she could react, Danny pulled out a roll of duct tape and began to wrap it around her head, sealing the gag in place. The sticky tape muffled any sounds she might have made, and she felt a sudden panic as the room grew quieter, her ability to communicate now almost entirely taken away. However, she knew that she had agreed to this game, and she was determined to play it out.

Danny sat cross legged behind Amber. ‘I thought it was time for a bit of torture. What do you think Amber?” she whispered into her ear, her voice cheerful and slightly cheeky. Amber’s heart was racing at the word “torture”, then she felt something in the soles of her feet. As Danny’s fingers ran over her bare feet Amber realised what had happened to her. With her ankles crossed and pulled up so her heels touched her bottom, her legs were spread wide and her feet immobile. She could not crawl away, could not roll over, could not flex her legs to pull her feet away from the tortuous fingers. Her aunts fingers were on her feet, tracing patterns, and with her toes tied to her shins she could not even flex them to minimise the contact. It was perfect, and it was clear that Danny knew exactly what she was doing, her movements to tie her so precisely had her helpless and controlled. There was nothing she could do to avoid the tickle torture. Nothing at all. She had to endure anything her aunt chose to do to her.