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This story was written by a friend of mine. He has recently started
writing stories with a theme on bondage, and the central character is
based on me. He has given me permission to post his stories on the
internet. In his stories, I am sometimes a trans girl and sometimes a GG
girl. This is his third story, but the first where I am depicted as a
trans girl. There are very little trans elements in the story, but I
hope that it can be published here.
It was meant to be just a short story. He is new at this and just doing
it for fun. I hope that any comments posted will take that into
consideration.
HEROINE IN PERIL
The ropes are tight. There is no play in the ropes, which just adds to
the distress, as it is further proof that these are villains who have
tied people before. They are confident enough to leave her standing
there, in a semi-darkened room, without fear that she will free herself
and take vengeance on them, as she has done to so many others. It is
rare when a super-heroine is captured, alone and in a villain's power.
Heroines are quick and resourceful, fully able to not only defend
themselves, but to bring others to justice. Yet here she is, cruelly
bound to this post, as helpless and defenseless as a baby.
Power Girl looks down at herself. Her feet are together, in bright red
leather boots that are almost to her knees. The heels are a good three
inches high, and an inch wide. The zippers are on the insides, out of
view. In these boots she is a full 5' 10" tall. But all that she sees is
thin white rope expertly tied around her ankles, tight and firm. Then,
above her knees, her bare legs are also tied in similar rope, her legs
pressed together as tightly as possible. She finds herself equally
horrified and interested, knowing something about ropes and tying-up
people herself. It is a perfect job, with the knots hidden behind her
helpless ankles and knees. Frustrated, Power Girl tries to twist and
kick, but the ropes also circle the post behind her ankles and knees.
There is no movement--she cannot even hop.
The upper torso is more of a problem. Underneath her tight silver shorts
there is a large dildo, inserted and left in order to remind her who is
in control of her. It causes her to always be aware of it, her vagina
both annoyed and tickled. Its presence is humiliating. Her waist is also
circled in rope, and also circled around the post. Even more of a
problem is the nipple clips, which no longer sting as her breasts became
numb long ago. The heroine looks at them, almost trying to will them to
fall off. Her bodice is also silver, tight-fitting and ending over her
breasts, leaving her bare shouldered. At least it covered her breasts
until the top was rolled down to expose her pink nipples. Another white
rope circles her bare upper body, circling just under her armpits, then
tightly circling the post. Three strips of red tape cover her mouth,
holding her lips together, keeping her silent. Power Girl's red mask
remains in place, her wide open eyes looking out through it, still in
shock and distress. All of this rope and tape could be removed if the
hands tied behind her back could be freed. Again, white rope circled
around long red leather gloves, firmly holding her crossed wrists. Here
she has fought and twisted. Opening and closing her hands, stretching
her fingers, then making fists. Nothing becomes loose, and the heroine
groans and again looks out at the room, frustrated. "Mmummph" is all
that can be heard when in frustration she calls for "help". Taking a dep
breath, the heroine struggles wildly from head to toe, pulling and
twisting while groaning. Nothing. Power Girl drops her head forward and
rests, planning to struggle again in a few minutes time.
Where are all the people she has helped over the past two years? How
about the couple who owned the corner store and were being extorted by a
couple of local thugs. That stopped when Power Girl got them alone in an
alley way, kicking them to the ground. Or the prostitute being beaten by
her pimp? She now works independently while the pimp has moved to
another town, still walking with a limp. Or the fireman who house was
being burgled while He was putting our fires. He was very happily
surprised to find the thief bound and on his floor as he returned home
one evening. Or even the diamond dealer who was robbed at gunpoint of
his diamonds by three masked gunman. He was surprised to later find his
jewelry returned, reading the next day how shocked the local police were
to receive an anonymous telephone call, telling them where three beaten
thieves were bound and waiting for them. But where are they all now? She
is in desperate trouble herself, and there is no one aware of this, or
able to assist. "Help me," she again attempts to cry through her taped
mouth. There is no one in the building but the four gang members who
captured her.
Two years earlier, Jacqueline Leigh was starting a new life as a woman.
Finally, circumstances allowed her to become what she should have been
all along, which is an attractive, caring female. At first she simply
enjoyed her new life, but she also wished to share her good fortune with
the oppressed. She was now a special package, with a female's cunning
and empathy, while maintaining some of her previous strength and speed.
Martial art classes were enjoyable, the skills came easily, and she
wished that she could do more than simply defend herself. What she had
now become did not happen overnight. At first she simply defended a
female friend from another bullying female, shoving the bully up onto
the hood of a car and telling her that she was never to come around
again. Then it was a man\le that she put into a hold and almost broke
his arm, holding it behind him until he saw the error of his ways. Soon
Jacqueline found herself dressing the part in her spare time, wearing
leggings and boots. It was not long before she became a neighborhood
vigilante, secretly dispensing justice to neighborhood trouble-makers,
arriving in the dark, masked and thorough.
By this time, the raven haired beauty had become Jacqueline the head
librarian by day, and Power Girl by night. The heroine outfit was bought
in jest, for a costume party she never attended--but eventually she
tried it one night and was exhilarated. Later she was in the outfit when
she captured and bound a thief, who then, lying on the floor, looked at
her wide-eyed and in awe as she stood before him, feet apart, hands on
hips. He gasped, and she almost had an orgasm seeing his expression,
feeling sexier than she had ever thought possible.
Later he told the police, the court, and anyone else who would listen
about the masked vigilante in the tight red and silver outfit. At first
the police thought that it was someones imagination, but in time they
knew that there was a heroine out there in the night, on their side. She
could dispense quick justice where they could not, so a note was
periodically left in the library for the unknown heroine, telling her
where she might assist. And she always did.
No one would ever guess that the head librarian in the sensible clothing
and the black-rimmed glasses was this vigilante. Her hair was back in a
bun, and loose clothing hid her toned, slim body. A name tag told
everyone that she was Ms. J. Leigh, Head Librarian. Soft-spoken and very
literate, she had become one of the many seemingly invisible people you
will find in any city.
While her intentions were always good, helping those who needed help or
protection, it was inevitable that Power Girl in time began to make her
own rules, and to exhibit some sadism. Or at least a fondness for
humiliating those she caught. If Power Girl caught them, she tied them.
First she would toss them around a bit, then put them in bondage.
Handcuffs were practical, but not what she wanted. Wrapping them in thin
rope or wire was much more humiliating and enjoyable. She enjoyed seeing
them become more and more helpless and humiliated. Seeing an adult, free
and arrogant, become bound and helpless was exciting beyond belief.
Power Girl would tell them of their evil ways, and of the justice she
brought, while they squirmed and grew red with shame. And she was always
aware of how attractive she was in her outfit, especially when she was
in power over them, whether they were male or female.
For the life of her, she couldn't understand how they did not die of
shame, bound and helpless like that. If they had an ounce of dignity
they would have killed themselves before they became someones bound and
pathetic captive. She would never allow it to happen to her, although
there was no chance of it ever happening.
The assignments left by the police were becoming more and more
challenging, as they now involved hardened criminals. Many were never
caught, but others did receive a nocturnal visit from Power Girl. A
group of three counterfeiters' were plaguing the city. Two of the three
were big fellows, and Power Girl should have simply notified the
authorities--but she decided to apprehend them herself when she located
their apartment hangout. Standing on a fire escape, she watches one of
the two big fellows go down to the street, five stories below, to move
the car. He will be awhile before he returns. Entering through a window,
she moves thru two rooms, carefully checking each to be sure they were
empty. They are in the third room, sitting in two chairs, without
weapon. With her cord in hand, she steps into the lit room, announcing,
"It is time to pay for your crimes. Do we do this the easy, or the hard
way?"
When they hesitate, she moves first, quickly and with purpose. She
strikes the first man in the jaw, sending him reeling, then continues to
the larger man, reaching him before he is fully out of his chair. A knee
to the groin causes him to bend over, where an elbow to the jaw sends
him to the floor. As Power Girl wraps her thighs around his neck,
causing his to begin to lose consciousness, the second man has recovered
and is staggering to his feet. Quickly tying his wrists behind his back
before he regains his senses, she is able to sweep a leg out and trip
the second fellow as he approaches. Jumping on his back and straddling
him, he is also tied. It is more difficult to tie their ankles, and she
has to get their legs between her thighs to hold them and tie the
cord--which she does. When the third man returns he is shocked to see his
partners on the floor, bound and trying to warn him. in a few moments
Power Girl has hit him with a forearm, placed a kick to his chest, and
tripped and bound him also. As she phones the police, she looks at the
three, again thinking that she would die first before allowing herself
to be bound. Finishing the phone call, she slip out of the apartment
before anyone arrives.
Much the same two weeks later as she locates an extortion ring, a young
man and women. They are in the front of an office building as she again
enters through a rear window, carefully checks the empty room, then
appears in the office as if she had dropped out of the sky. "It is time
to pay for your crimes. Do we do this the easy, or the hard way?" They
choose the hard way, with much the same result as with others. Power
girl handles him first, with some difficulty. Making it more difficult
is the woman, as although she is in a tight skirt and high heels,
attacks Power Girl as she is struggling with the man. Fortunately she
trips twice in her heels, and by the time she realizes she should take
them off, his wrists are tied and he is subdued. Pulling the woman to
her by the hair, Power girl, very annoyed, ties the woman in a hogtie
just out of spite. The police will enjoy this, taking pictures and
studying the scene before untying and arresting her.
There is nothing of interest for a few months, and she looks through the
newspapers and waits for a written drop from the police. Nada. Work in
the library is enjoyable, as literature have always been special to her.
She remembers herself as a young boy, engrossed in tales of mystery and
adventure. And unlike many other lads, tales of romance. Jacqueline
enjoys assisting young boys and girls in locating books that suit their
tastes--then talking to them afterward about what they have read, While
she is invisible to many grown men, she is adored by the school
children.
Another month and finally a note is left by the police. they often
wonder where she leaves the note, and if she knows or views the heroine
that picks it up, but why would a heroine and a prude know each other?
The thought of it makes them shake their heads and smile.
The note is serious, involving a kidnapping ring, with three different
attractive women already snatched and disappeared. Although Power Girl
gets on the case immediately, this pursuit takes a long time, over three
months, while two more women disappear. She is looking for two people,
an Asian man and woman, and in time closes in on them. Finally, a
warehouse near the docks, Power Girl again considers calling the police,
but decides that she can handle two criminals. They will find her to be
unlike the other omen in this city, and will be much more than they can
handle. Through a back door she silently moves, through a dark room, and
into the front room she comes, carrying her cords. When she enters the
lit room, she stands feet apart, in her outfit. The man and tall woman
initially seem surprised and concerned, then visually relax and smirk.
"Oh, they will not be smirking in a moment," she muses. "It is time to
pay for your crimes. Do we do this the easy, or the hard way?" "Wah,
augh!"
Two woman have grabbed Power Girl from behind, and quickly and
professionally tie her gloved wrists behind her back, while the man and
woman in front rush forward and are now standing against her, grabbing
her, overpowering her. She is crushed between four people, unable to
kick or move. That done, one of the two behind Power Girl drop quickly
down to the floor and starts to wrap rope around her ankles before she
can kick or make any move. One woman is holding Power Girl's hair above
her head, while the man is applying rad tape over her mouth. Power Girl
would have had more of a chance on the floor where she could move and
kick, but she was kept on her feet while being quickly tied. In no more
than thirty seconds she is bound and gagged. What she promised herself
would never happen, and what she would rather die before allowing, has
happened to the heroine. She made the foolish mistake of not checking
the "empty" dark room she had walked through, unaware that two women,
professional abductors, were napping with their ropes nearby.
The four step back almost in shock to see their work. No one ever
captures a heroine---you need to run from them, not try to capture
them--but here is one, bound and in their hands. She is wild-eyed and
twisting, but they KNOW that no one tied by them ever escapes. This
heroine picked the wrong people to grow careless with.
Power Girl is frantic and helpless while the four walk around her and
taunt her. Those high red leather boots look formidable on those strong
legs, but a simple strong white cord wrapped around the ankles negates
them. She is trying to pick-up a foot and pull, but both ankles are
tightly together. It is the same situation with her wrists. They are
well wrapped, having been surprised and yanked behind her back, and
bound, before she was able to resist. The kidnappers enjoy watching her
gloved fingers twisting and trying to reach a knot. But she can't, they
know their profession too well. Surprisingly, the leader is the tall
woman, and it is she who instructs that the dildo be forced into Power
Girls vagina, before tightly binding the knees. An arb is slipped
between Power Girls legs as she stands, rendering her unable to close
her legs, despite the bound ankles. One woman pulls her wrists bac
slightly, so Power Girls fingers cannot reach her shorts; this allows
them to pull them down. he inserts the dildo, expecting the captive to
be dry, and pleased that the excitement has made her wet, easily
accepting the long dildo and it is inserted, inch by inch. Listening to
her screaming into her taped mouth makes it more enjoyable still for
him.
She is put over the man's shoulder and is carried to the beam, where all
four secure Power Girl against the beam. The tall woman pulls down Power
Girls top, and applies the nipple clamps, looking the heroine in th face
and whispering that she is pathetic and helpless, but will bring a good
price overseas. She then raises the mask, looking right into the
horrified face of the beautiful and unfortunate Jacqueline Leigh. "Hello
bitch. Things are not going well for you, are they now? Get used to
being tied up and handled, it is now your new life."
The ship captain is a rough looking man, and has come for his bound
cargo. "Christ, you have a heroine! How the fuck did you get the best of
a heroine?" He listens with interest as they tell him how she walked
confidently into the room, cords in hand, unaware that two more
abductors were behind her. "I'll be fucked, I didn't think they ever
made mistakes or got captured." You have something special here. Let me
get her onboard quickly and set sail. I'll be comfortable when we get
into international waters.
Power Girl knows that if he cannot get free, she is now on the way into
bondage slavery, being a sex slut in a foreign land, handled and fucked
by many crude men. Or perhaps on the way to an auction and ownership by
a man who will isolate her and have her dress and perform for him alone.
The only thing certain is that the city will wonder what became of their
heroine, who took too many chances, became careless, and is alone and in
the hands of cruel people. Jacqueline Leigh will need to learn to
function while bound, and to survive in a tough land.
The sun rises the next day, and the school children wonder where their
favorite librarian is? If they were able to hear sounds coming from
vessel far off and now out in international waters, they might hear the
scream of a female, hopelessly bound and in a captain's bed, watching
him undress and approach her helpless body with fire in his eyes. He has
her for two weeks, and he plans on enjoying every minute of it.
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