A Tale of Terror and Tape
Captured Kerry
Kerry sat frozen in her chair, her wide eyes fixed on the door as she strained against the tight bonds that secured her. She could hear the muffled whisper of movement outside and felt the cold metal of the chair bite into her skin. The tape that held her tightly to the seat was like a vice grip, refusing to loosen its grip no matter how hard she pulled. Her hands were bound behind her back, fingers intertwined in an impossible knot that defied escape.
The burglar had been careful, methodical even. He'd snuck in through a window, avoiding any alarms or cameras that might catch him. As Kerry slept peacefully, he'd quickly subdued her, gagging her with a thick wad of cloth before taping her mouth shut. Then he'd tied her ankles and legs to the chair, making sure she couldn't stand or move even an inch. Lastly, he'd wrapped her body in a tight cocoon of more tape, leaving only her face exposed as he ransacked her home.
Time dragged on as Kerry struggled against her bonds. Her muscles ached from the effort, and she was starting to feel lightheaded from lack of air. The gag prevented her from calling for help, and even if she could have, no one would have heard her over the noise of the burglar. Panic started to set in as she realized that she might be stuck like this for hours, maybe even days.
Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, she heard the door open again. Her heart stopped as the burglar reentered the room, and for a moment, she thought he'd come back to finish her off. But instead, he walked over and tore her shirt open, revealing her big, heavy breasts. She felt a strange mix of horror and arousal as he stared at her exposed chest, his eyes glinting with a strange mix of lust and malice. "You're going to be just fine," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own breathing. And then he was gone, leaving Kerry alone once again to wonder what fate awaited her.
