Doom Maidens Wrestling - Taped Up & Locked Away: Miss Frog bound by Girth Brooks (Feb 2026)
Captured by the Evil Janitor: Miss Frog's Descent into Damselhood
Taped Up & Locked Away: Miss Frog bound by Girth Brooks (Feb 2026)
Miss Frog, accustomed to her usual routine of teaching and knitting, found herself tied up and bound by the cold, clammy hands of the evil janitor. Her ankles were secured tightly with duct tape, and the feeling of it against her soft skin sent shivers down her spine. The smell of the basement only intensified the sense of dread that filled her nostrils.
As she was dragged across the concrete floor, her heart raced with terror. The sound of her knitted knee socks rubbing against the rough surface echoed in her ears, drowning out any hope of escape. The janitor's grimy fingers gripped her leggings tightly, pulling her along like a ragdoll.
Finally, he stopped and pushed her roughly into a chair. With a sickening smile, he began to bind her wrists together behind her back, securing them tightly with more duct tape. She squirmed helplessly as he wrapped more tape around her ankles, immobilizing her legs completely.
Panic set in as he approached her with a black bag. She didn't know what was inside, but she knew it couldn't be good. With a devious cackle, he pulled the bag over her head, plunging her into complete darkness. He muffled her screams with duct tape, gagging her to the point of suffocation.
The sensation of being completely cut off from the world was overwhelming. She felt like a helpless bug trapped inside a jar, unable to escape the confines of her own body. Her heart raced, and the adrenaline pumping through her veins made her feel more alive than she had in years.
Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, the janitor returned. He tore the bag off her head, revealing her terrified face. He stuffed a wad of cloth into her mouth, effectively gagging her once again. She tried to plead with him, but all that came out was a muffled whimper.
Each time he left the room, she found herself in a more precarious position. The knitted wool hood encasing her head felt like a cocoon, trapping her in a world of darkness and silence. She could feel the warmth of her skin against the duct tape that bound her, like a suffocating embrace.
As the hours passed, Miss Frog's mind began to wander. She thought about her students, her knitting needles gathering dust on her desk. She thought about her cats, left alone in her empty apartment. She tried to fight back tears, but the feeling of being completely alone in the dark was too much to bear.
Finally, the janitor returned once again. This time, he carried her away, lifting her like a ragdoll. She felt the cold hardness of the floor against her back, and the realization that she was being carried towards an uncertain fate. The feeling of utter powerlessness was overwhelming, but there was a part of her that couldn't help but feel turned on by the danger.
As she was carried away, she couldn't help but imagine what was in store for her next. Would she be tied up even tighter? Would she be subjected to even more humiliating encasements? One thing was for sure: her life as a teacher and a knitter had been replaced by a newfound damselhood, and there was no going back.
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