It was a day in early September, more or less two month after my wife and I had suffered a home invasion where we had been tightly bound and gagged by an intruder who had hold us captive for some two days in our house. We had begged him for mercy and as he finally went off he had told us that he would contact us again later on and that we would have to pay him protection money every time he would asked us to do so. The police hadn't been able to catch him and now he was calling again and gave instructions to my wife how to hand over the ransom...
"Who, who was it Darling. For heavens sake, you're trembling on your whole body..."
"It...it was him. He wants us to put 20.000 Euros in cash into a rucksack and two coils of rope in another."
"Oh Lord, we...we've to call the police."
"No way, Darling, he told me that he has the adresses of all our family and friends. If we obey, nobody will be hurt. Otherwise..."
"But for heavens sake, we cannot simply give him the money and let him tie us up again."
"Guess we've no choice, Darling, he wants us to take a loop trail he will indicate us some hours before. He told me that he has good connections to the police department. So if we call the police he will know..."
Some days later, early in the morning, we received an other call of our blackmailer. We knew that to surrender to his orders was the only thing we could do to make sure that nor we nor somebody of our friends or family would get hurt. We were told to take a more or less 16 km loop trail. It was a very thrilling feeling to have some 20.000 Euros in cash in one of our packpacks and two coil of ropes in the other and to know that for sure somebody would come out off the brushwoods and that he would take the money and tie us up.
And then, after more or less 10 kilometres, we heard a sharp and menacing voice in our back:
"Okay, weak sisters. Here we are. Don't turn around, I don't want you to see my face. Put your hands up and move into the brushwoods
My wife and I we did as we were told to do. For more then ten minutes we walked deeper and deeper into the brushwoods.
Then we were ordered to put our rucksacks down and to cross our hands behinds our buttocks. Our wrists were ziptied and than we had to kneel down and we were gagged with the very scarves we were wearing. Then we had to stand against a big tree. Our captor took the rope out of one of our backpacks and several loops of rope were wounded around our chests, our bellies and our legst so that our whole body was pinned tightly against the tree...
Our captor laughed mockingly:
"Well I must say, you too are really very, very obedient and submissive. The perfect slaves. Just the way I like it, hahaha."
And no close your eyes. I'll make a nice video clip and send it to your friends so that your friends may find you here later on.
Close your eyes and moan and whimper as much as you want. Make a good show, hahaha."
We closed our eyes and moaned and whimpered desperately into our gags for mor or less five minutes.
"Okay. That's it. Now let's have some fun. My two wimpy slaves deserve a reward, don't they, hahaha.
A few seconds later the greedy fingers of our captor were fondling and frisking our fear trembling bodies. Completely powerless we moaned and whimpered desperately into our gags, while we suffered the most humiliating groping and fondling...
Then it was over...
"Well, week sisters, nice to have met you, I'll send an SMS to some of your friends and tell them where they'll find you. You may tell them that you have played some bondage games, haha. Remember, no police at all. I'll call you again in a few monthes and we'll repeat the whole thing. As long as you obey and pay, nobody will get hurt, got it, cuties. Bye, bye...
We stood still for mor then three hours tied up to the tree before some friends of us came and freed us, together with two police women. We told the police that we had been robbed in the woods and tied up during a hiking tour, but we didn't tell them that we had been blackmailed into our bondage ordeal as we feared that our captor might really have some contact in the police department...And so we do not know what to do, waiting for the next call of the blackmailer and praying to the Lord that he may show us a way out off our permanent bondage distress...
Feliz Natal! Joyeux Noël ! Fröhliche Weihnachten! Merry Christmas! ¡Feliz Navidad!
The Saffenberg woods, somewhere in the Eifel, a low mountain range in Germany. In the 17th century there have been some which trials at the Saffenburg, a castle which has been partially reconstructed nowadays. A small group is penetrating into the remote wooded area around the Saffenburg. The group of three woman and one men is heading to the ruins of a house in the middle of the woods which is told to have belonged to a witch in the 17th century who has been burned at the stake after her trial. The ruin and the woodland around is told to be haunted at night and some people have disappeared traceless in the region and weird apparently human cries have been heard in the woods and some villagers affirm even to have occasionally seen the ghost of the witch near by her house. It's hot summertime and slack season for press people, so freelance journalist Helma Christina Knechtling, her husband George and audio engineer Christiane Sörensen think that they might get a good story for a radio feature if they spend a night at the haunted place. They have asked local witch expert Rita Lanker, who claims to be a descendant of a former witch to be their guide and to stay with them over night.
"Is it still far, Rita, I'm so exhausted. All in all it's really a crazy idea to make this trip. I'm quite sure that nothing at all is going to happen."
"Don't be so downbeat, Mrs. Knechtling, let's just go and see. The place has a very special atmossphere, you'll see."
"Yes, one never knows, maybe we're really going to experience a very thrilling night"
"Ah, there we are, we're reaching the place..."
Some hours later. The group has mounted their tents and they've decided that Christiane and Rita shall be on guard for the first three hours of the night while the Knechtling couple will have a nap in their tent...
"Oh Jesus, it's so boring. And I become really tired. Christina was right. Nothing wil happen at all."
"Oh no, fatty, I'm quite sure that you will have the most thrilling night of your whole life..."
Completely taken by surprise, Christiane is grabbed from behind and handgagged....
"UMMMMPH. MMMMH"
"Shut up, fat coo. No crying or I'll slaughter you right now. Move your fat ass, I've plans for you...
Rita Lankers voice has become so icy, sharp and menacing that innocent Christiane is too scared to try the slightest resistance. She raises up her hands in most complete surrender and submission and still handgagged, she is hustled into the dark woods...
Some time later... Still in their tent Knechtling couple hears the voices of two women, desperately crying for help...
"Help! Help. Oh Jesus. Help. Oh no please, help."
"Darling, oh my God. That's Christiane and Rita, for heavens sake, what has happened to them"
"Not the slightest idea! Come, we've to rescue them!"
Not far away, tied up with ziptie to a tree and at knife point, unfortunate Christiane has been forced to scream several time for help...
"Well done, fatty, we've made a good show, didn't we? Now I'll better silence you, you're quite lucky that you're wearing a nice scarf to gag you. Otherwise...
"Oh Jesus, are you completely crazy. What is this all about. What are you intending to do with me?
"Shut up and open wide. You're just the perfect victims for the witch. And your two sissy mates will join you very soon, hahaha!"
Still at their camping place, the Knechtling couple is discussing what is to be done. They've no idea that the maniac Rita is already observing them.
"Okay honey, you stay here and hide somewhere"
"Oh Jesus, Darling. why can't I come with you. I'm so scared!
"Be reasonable, dear, we've no idea, who's out there. They might capture us both at the same time. When I don't come back in half an hour, try to get to the village and call the police."
"You're right Darling, for heavens sake, be careful."
"I'll promise Darling, I love you!"
"I love you too, honey!
As soon as Heinz-Georg has head off, Rita sneaks up to the innocent and inoffensive Helma Christina. The powerless woman is scared stiff when she hears Rita's icy and menacing voice and she too, surrenders without the slightest resistance
"Hands up, cooch, move, your fat made is already waiting for you. Move!"
"Rita. Are you completely mad? Where's Christiane? What have you done with her? And what is this all about?"
"Shut up. You'll join your mate right now. And then I'll take care of your sissy husband. I'll guess he will cause even less trouble than you two coozies. Move, I say, move."
Some time later...Tied up to a tree and gagged, too, Helma Christina has been forced to join her mate Christiane in her desperate bondage ordeal. While Christiane still hopes that Heinz-Georg might be able to fight off the maniac Rita and to release the two damsels in distress out off their bondage, Helma Christina knows too well that her tender husband is all but a hero and as a gentleman never would beat or hurt a woman. And she is quite released when some time later she hears the voices of their captor and her husband...
"Rita, for heavens sake. Are you completely crazy. What have you done to my wife and Christiane. Listen...I...I won't do any resistance. Just let us go."
"Shut up you damned, Sissy, you'll keep company to the two cuzzies, but any false move and you're a goner. There we are, move to that tree over there. Do it, now. You tree pussies will be the perfect longpigs for the bitch, hahaha!
Some time later. Heinz-Georg is bound and gagged, too and joins his wife and Christiane in their desperate bondage distress. Rita, their weird captor has gone and they are awaiting their fate in complete surrender and submission and only from time to time they struggle in vain against their tight zipties. Rita has told them that the witch will come and take them and several hours have passed and nothing has happened...And then, they hear an horrible screaming and pearcing laughter...
"Hehehehe. Hihihihi. What do we have there. Three nice and fat and tender longpigs. Moaning and whimpering, hehehehe. That's the way I like it. Oh, I can just smell their cold sweat. Oh that will be feast, a great feast for an old bloodthirsty witch like me. That will be a feast, a very longlasting feast....hehehehe.
"UMMMMPH. MMMMMMMMH. MMMMGGGGG. UMMMMMMMPH"
Well, this night has become quite thrilling for the three noisy press people, much more thrilling than they ever would have expected. And quite probably they might not be able to tell anybody about it...The odds that they may survive their weird adventure are not very good. But they still can hope and pray that the good and allmighty Lord may have mercy with them and save them at the very last moment...
My wife and I we couldn't actually believe that it was really happening to us. I was late afternoon on 31th octobre and it had been a sunny day and so we had decided to do a long walk in a remote wooded area and we hadn't even thought that it was Halloween day. And then, suddenly, out off nowwhere, we were surounded by three weird figures apperently disguised as witches. They told us that it was really time to let us have it. One of them had a knife and they told us to move into the brushwood. We were completely scared and asked them what were the reason of all this. They laughed mockingly and told us, that, as apperently we weren't appreciating so much the Halloween custom, they would play a little trick on us to think it over again. Now we remembered that both we had made several posting in Facebook where we had ridiculed the Halloween practises in Germany and had written that it was only a commercial thing and that to disguise as monsters, witches and wizards and that there were absolutely no grace in all this bloodthirsty and macabre manners around the Halloween costum which was absolutely not suitable for Old Europe whith it's Christian background. And now we were captives of three completely weird witches which had apperently a lot of fun to have a helpless and completely inoffensive middle-aged couple at their complete mercy. After some time we were deep into the woods, and they told us to kneel down. Then they took off the scarves we were wearing and used them to gag us.
Then we were forced to stand against a tree and they pulled out some coils of rope they had hidden under their witch garment. We were thoroughly tied up and then we had to stand all kinds of fondling, frisking, fondling, insults and humilations during several hours. Then when night came, they head off and we had to spend the whole long and cold night hopelessly bound at the three. Fortunately the next morning we heard a barking of a dog and we were finally found and released by a woodwomen who was on patrol in the woods. The guys and girls who had tricked us were never caught, as they were disguised as witches and we weren't able to give any usefull description of them to the police...
It was the day of 31th october, Halloween evening, and my wife and I we were looking forward to spend a nice evening watching TV as suddenly the door bell rang...
"Who may this be. It's already seven p.m."
"Oh for sure those crazy Halloween kids again. Let me handle that, Darling. I won't give them anything. I just don't like these weird Halloween custom. It's US stuff and has nothing to do with good Old Europe. It's just disgusting to disguise as witches, wizards, zombies or bloodthirsty monsters. Absolutely ridiculous. Let me explain it to the kids."
"Okay Darling, I'll already put the dinner into the living-room."
When my wife opened the door, she got a very nasty surprise...
"Hi there, trick or treat, you've the choice, cuzzy.
"Seems the coo has no treat at all, so let's trick her!"
"Yeah, let her have it, the coosie deserves it really, haha."
"Who...what...how do you dare...Oh. Oh...for heavens sake!
"Shut up, slut, you see this nice sharpe knife and this good piece of rope. That's your choice.
"But first take off your scarf and put it into your mouth. We don't want any talk at all. Just give you what you deserve.!"
Completely scared and appalled, my wife did as she was told to do. She took off her scarf and put it into her mouth. Then she raised up her hands to show her complete surender and submission...
"Yeah, that's the way we like it, cooze, you're just the perfect victim, hahaha. So you don't like Halloween. After our little lesson you'll adore it. But now let's see Mr. Sissy so that he can keep you company. Move, slut, move!!"
When I saw the three weird figures having my innocent wife at their clutches I immediately put up my hands to show my most complete surrender and submission:
"For godness sake...what...who...my God!"
"Easy Sissy man, we've just came for a little Halloween party. We thought you two chickens might like it, haha.
"Listen, just take what you want and let us go. Please, there's no need to do us any harm. We...we'll do everything you tell us to do."
"Haha. listen do this damned wimp. These two pussies really deserve each other. Guess the coozie just wouldn't stand a real man. Isn't it , cutie?"
"UMMPPH. MMMMMMHH"
"Okay let's tie them up to some chairs and just let have fun, hahaha."
A few moments later my wife and I, we found ourselves tightly bound on a chair with some long pieces of rope. My wife's gag was fixed with some ziptie. I was forced to reveal where our safe, our cash and valuables were and I had to reveil the PINs of our credit cards, too. Two of them were searching the house while the witch who was apparently a female robber stayed with us and made us her helpless playthings, fondling, frisking and caressing us in an at the same time most humiliating and arousing manner....
"Ummmmph... UMMMMMMH....MMMMMMGGG"
"Oh calm down, chickens, don't tell me that you don't like it. You know that's Halloween like, it's the perfect thrill to be a completely helpless victim, isn't it. And feel this sharp knife, imagine what I could do with it, feel it on your soft and tender skin, doesn't it feel good. You should be very gratefull that I'm so soft and gentle with you, aren't you, oh yes you are, my cuties, this is much better than TV, isn't it...Hahaha.
We were soft-tortured in this humiliating way for nearly two hours, fearing all the time that we could be severly harmed or worse at any moment. After more then three hours later our captors decided to head off and to leave us behind in our tight bondage.
"Well, pussies, we've to go. Hope you enjoyed the party. I'd say, next year, same time, same place. And you'd better have ready some treat, isn't it? Hahaha!!!
They split and my wife and I spend the whole weekend in our tight bondage and were only released by our charwoman on Monday morning of the next week...Our weird captors up to now weren't caught by the police and our next Halloween for sure we won't spend at home...
It was in the late afternoon an a hot summerday when my wife and I entered the small bank near our hometown.
"We're just in time, Darling. Let's quickly deposit the cash money from the donations we got."
"Yeah, they will close soon.
The bank robber took us completely by surprise:
"Hold up! Move into the bank! Move!
"Hold up! Hand's up! All of you! Teller, close the door! Do it! Now!"
" For heavens sake! Don't shot! We do whatever you tell us to do!
"Teller. Move and close the door! What are you waiting for?!
" Yes, of course...!"
"You lovebirds, cross your wrists behind your back. Got it?!
"For sure, whatever you say!
"Teller, take the zip-tiers and tie them up. Do it!
" Yes, yes..."
"Oh. I'm so sorry!"
"It's allright. Just do as he says. If we obey to his orders he won't do us any harm"
"Enough, teller. Come over and start to put the money into the bags. I'll give the two chickens a nice tape-up meanwhile, hahaha.
" Ummmph. Mmmmmh. MMMMMMH.
" Calm down, Mrs Wimp. That's much better than watching a crime in TV, isn't it. I'm sure I'll appear in your wet dreams tonight, haha. Isn't it, Mrs Wimp?!
"Well, well, cutie. Mr. and Mrs Wimp there are happy and all taped-up. And we two will now go down to the strong box."
"Oh, Jesus, what a nightmare. O Jesus save us, I only hope that it will be over soon"
Married couple Helma Christina and Heinz-Georg Fesselmann are new elected board members of the Girl and Boy Scout Supporter and Fundraising Association. As new board members they are invited to visit the Pentecost camp. But when they arrive at the parking-lot in the forest they expected welcome committee is missing. So they decide to discover their own scouting skills and try to find at their own the way to the camp. They do not become away that they are observed...
Soon the innocent scout supporter couple is surrounded by a group of masked boys. They have rope in their hands and declare that they are the expected welcome committee
The so called welcome committee which is in truth a group of Anti-Scouts explains to the innocent and unexperienced Scout supporter couple that is a tradition that the new board members of the Girl and Boy Scout Supporter Association have to be brought duly bound and gagged into the Pentecost Scout Camp...
The still unsuspecting scout supporter couple is a little surprised and amazed about this kind of welcome but as the have heard that being tied up is obviously not so unusual in a Scouts life they agree to be tied up and gagged without doing any resistance...
The still unsuspecting scout supporter couple is now tightly bound and gagged. Their captors hit them forward and tell them that also the first Christians have been treated in that manner. The married couple still think that they are brought to the Pentecost camp.
But the Anti-Scouts have totally other plans for their helpless captives. They will them displace to their own camp where they will be hold for ransom. As board members of the Scout Supporter Association they are valuable hostages and will only be released against some crates of beer. Also the Anti-Scouts will give the innocent couple a full demonstration of their tie-up-skills during the whole night...
Nouveau riche loving couple Christina and George Henderson have rented a sailing yacht and are on a romantic cruise near the Somalian coast. The twosome is not aware that a pirate couple is just boarding their yacht...
"Oh Darling. What a good idea to rent the yacht. It's so romantic, so quiet and calm..."
"Yes, and this sailor uniform is really becoming to us, isn' it?
"Who are you? What are you doing on our yacht? Please, leave immediately! Darling,...?"
"Well, Mrs Wimp, it seems that your hero is not really in mood to defend you, isn't it, wimpman?
"Listen, just tell us what...
"Shut up. Can't wait to tie up the bossy bitch and her wimp. They'll got the treatment they deserve! What are you waiting for? Move to the mast. Got it? Move!
"Oh no! Please! What are you going to do with us? Let us go! Please! Help!
"Shut up and move your asses! To the mast! Move, move!
Some hours later. The unfortunate nouveau rich couple has lost control of everything. Severly gagged and tightly tied up on their sailing yacht's main mast they have even ceased to struggle against their tight bondage. The only thing they can do is wait, hope and pray. What will their captors do with their completely powerless captives...?
Bound and gagged in the Spessart Woods
We are a loving couple, in the middle and late fifties, and still quite good in shape. We earn our money with a quite prospering export consulting business and I have published some good selling novels and my wife works from time to time as an independent investigative journalist, too.
So, from time to time we take a week of holidays and one time we decided to do a hiking tour in the German Spessarts Woods. Some of the particularities of the Spessarts Woods is that in the 19th centuries the Spessarts Woods were the homeland of a famous robber gang and there are some old German movies which tell the story of this gang.
When walked through those historical woods my wife and I we got a little thrilled and we imagined how it may have been for the travellers in the nineteenth century to travel through this woods, knowing that there where some fierce robbers around and to know that they could suffer an hold up at every time.
It was a wonderfull morning on a late spring day and we had already walked for some hours on the legendar Spessart Trail. My wife was wearing a plaid green-yellow button down blouse with short sleeves and two chest pockets and I was wearing a similar shirt, plaid in blue and pink, we both were wearing matching neck-ties in dark green and tan trecking trousers. We had in our back packs some clothes to change and our pajamas and we walked around thirty kilometres per day and in the evening we stayed overnight in a hotel or a pension in one of the small villages which lay on the Spessart trail.
We had spend a very pleasant night and now my wife nestled to me and fantasized one more time how it may have been for the poor travelers to be assaulted by the fierce robbers and what they had done with their poor victims and if they even had been tied up or hold for ransom. And while she nestled even closer to me she said that thanks goodess the forest today was safe and that the probality to be assaulted and robbed in these woods today was really quite less, even if we were now completely alone in the woods and since quite an hour we had seen no other hikers on the trail, as we were travelling out of the holiday season and most of the Germans were working at this time. And then it happened …
We were on a small path in a quite wooded area and suddenly we heard a noise in the brushwood behind us and than we heard a sharp male voice behind us who told us to freeze and to put up our hands in the air. We were completely surprised and appalled and did as we were told. The voice told us not to turn around as this would be much healthier for us. The voice was so sharp, menacing and determinated that we stood there, trembling with fear, our hands reaching for the sky, and finally my wife told our captor that we would do whatever he told us to do, but for heavens sake not to do us any harm. Our captor laughed mockingly and told us that we were very wise to do so and than he ordered us to leave the trail and to enter into the brushwood beside.
We did as we were told, still trembling with fear and our hands raised up. We walked so for quite fifteen minutes, nearly in complete silence, deeper and deeper into the brushwood. We were so appalled and surprised about these completely unexpected assault that we even did not dare to talk to our captor. As we had not dared to turn around we had not seen has face nor had seen with which kind of weapon he were menacing us, but to be honest, we are a loving couple and no heros and the only thing we wanted was to remain unharmed and we were not willing to take any risk.
After some more five minutes we were in deep woodland, and there was no sign of a hiking trail or path around.
Our captor told us to put our backpacks down and to move with our backs to some trees and to cross our hands behind. We did once again as we were told, we felt the bark of the tree against our back, we stood there, our hands crossed, trembling and scared, and even now we did not dare to turn our heads to get a glimpse of our captor. It seemed that he was now sifting through are backpacks, and then we heard his mocking laughter as he had found some coils of rope in our backpack, which we use to spice up our love life from time to time, especially on holiday, and which was exactly what he needed now.
He told us tauntingly that it seemed that he had discoverd our little secret and that he would make good use of it. Then he came over to us and he told us once again not to turn our heads around for our own sake. My wrist were bound with the rope we had brought with us and as we had brought a whole coil some more loops of rope were wound around my chest, my bellow and my upper legs so that I was pinned tightly against the tree. A few moments later my wife suffered the same treatment. Then our captor started to fondle and frisk my wife and she moaned in dispair as he fondled her breasts while he was opening the chest pockets of her blouse where she had our credit cards and some cash.
Then he took her purse out of the pockets of her trecking pants and than it was my turn. I also had some money and a credit card in the chest pocket of my trecking shirt and when he frisked the pockets of my trecking trousers to get my wallet he took his time to touch my cock which had become quite hard against my own will due to the humiliating treatment and for some moments he even pinched my balls with a mocking laughter. I moaned in dispair and my wife begged our captor to take whatever he wanted, but to spare us. Then our captor went back to our backpacks, apparently in search for more cash or valuables or to check our purse and wallet. I took the opportunity to do something to comfort my wife and I whispered to her that I loved her and that we would stand this together, and my wife told me that she loved me, too, and that we should not loose hope. Then our captor came back to us and he told us that we would be gagged, now, but before we had to tell him where we lived, if there were anybody living in our house and which were the PIN codes of our bank and credit cards. He told us that he would leave us here tightly tied up and gagged in this remote area and if we would give him valuable information and he could search our house and take money from our bank account as requested, he would call somebody to release us in due time. Otherwise he would come back and then things would become very, very unpleasant for us. We told him all he wanted to know and reassured him several times that we were giving him right information and begged him to spare us and to release us in time. Then he put some used and very smelling panties of my wife in our mouthes and gagged us very tightly with our scarves.
Then we were both fondled, caressed and pinched for more than fifteen long minutes and he told us that this was our last chance to change our mind in case we should have given him false or incomplete information. We moaned and whimpered desperately during the humiliating treatment and as we had told him all he wanted to know there was nothing more we could reveal him to stop or to shorten this humiliating torture.
Finally he stopped fondling and caressing us and he splitted. As he had gone we tried desperately to get rid of our bonds, but soon we became aware that the guy knew his business and had tied us up and gagged so thouroghly and tight that all struggle against our ropes was in vain. So we stayed the whole day bound and gagged in the deepest Spessart Woods and no bondage ordeal that the travellers in the nineteenth century may had suffered from the Spessart robbers could have been worse than the distress we were actually suffering. We spend the whole night tightly bound and gagged at the trees and then yet an other day and an other night and we suffered an inimaginable thirst. Then, in the late morning of the third day we heard some dogs barking and then we saw two female police officers who came to us and freed us finally from our tight bonds. We learned that our captor had actually called some friends of us after having searched our house and taking a quite big amount from our bank account. Even so, we were very released to have stood this adventure without suffering any physical harm. Up to now, they yet have not caught the guy and as he know our adress we fear sometimes that he could come back and capture us again. But as a good Christian couple, we try to pray even for those who rob, humiliate, tie up and gag us, even for this new Spessart robber, who took some of our belongings, but spared our life and so showed, in his way, a kind of mercy, too. God bless him!
Shortly after her first dream, Helma Christina Fesselknecht has an other bondage nightmare. On a hot summer evening she and her husband Heinz-Georg are in a remote wooded area ...
"What a joyfull summer evening, isn't it, Darling. The day was so hot and sticky and here in the woods the air is much better"
"You're right, Darling. But it's already late and we'd better head back to the parking slot. I just remembered that I read in the newspaper that there was an attempt of rape just in this area. The girl was only saved because there was a dog who has approached the raper. But they've never caught the guy...
"But I guess he wouldn't dare to assault a middle aged couple like us"
"One never knows. There are guys who even take pleasure in humiliating couples. Il always told you. There is nothing as defenseless as a loving couple"
" Allright, you win, let's go back..."
"For heavens sake, Darling, look. He's got a knive. Oh my God."
"Quiet, lovebirds. Move into the brushwood. Move. Do it! NOW!
" Whatever you say! Just don't do us any harm."
"Listen, Mr. just take our money and our car keys and let us go, please. What...what do you intend to do with us. Let us go, for heavens sake"
"Shut up, Mrs. Wimp and just move. I promise you. We'll have a lot of fun, all three of us, haha...
"UUMMMMMP. MMMMMM. Mmmmmmmmgh"
"Well, Mr and Mrs Wimp, moan and whimper as much as you want. It turns me on even more, haha. I must admit, you two are not really that I was looking for, but so what, any port in a storm, I say...
"MMMMMMH. UMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMH!
" Well, I think I just let you struggle a little more. And than it's first you, Mr. Weakman and then I'll take care of your wife. I'll give you just the treatment you deserve, hahaha...
When virtuous missionary wife Helma Christina Shalomsky was leaving the shopping center she wasn't aware that two female criminals where approaching her.
Then she heard a sharp whispering voice:
"No move, no cry, missionary slut. Keep moving to your car and smile. We've guns, got it?!"
" For heavens sake, who, what...?"
" No questions. Move to your car and smile..."
Christina was quite aware that her two female captors meant business. So she obeyed without trying any resistance.
Soon they were in her car and heading to her apartment.
"What is that all about. What are you going to do with me?"
"Very simple, Sis, we're paying a visit to your apartment. You're living with your husband, isn't it? Hope he won't make any problems. Would be much better for both of you"
Helma Christina's husband Heinz-Georg is too surprised and scared to try any resistance when his wife and the two female robbers enter into the apartment.
The helpless couple is tied up and gagged by the two female criminals who search the apartment for cash and valuables. But the powerless twosome's bondage ordeal is yet not over. The couple ist fondled, humitliated and molested the whole night long. The next day, Christina has to dress up in her missionary outfit and then she is told that she has to call some of her wealthy female friends and to rob them together with one of her captors while her husband remains as hostage with the other one...
While his wife is forced to be the accomplice of a female robber, unfortunate husband Heinz-Georg is all tied up at the clutches of his female captor.
"Hi mulher, yes the wimp is all tied up. He's such a cutie, I think later up I'll cheer him up a little. I've some naughty things in mind to do with him. I'm sure he'll enjoy even against his will. And tell the missionary slut to behave, I've anything goes wrong the wimp will pay the bill..."
Powerless missionary wife Helma Christina Shalomsky and her female captor are on their way to their first robbery:
"No funny business, sis, I hoe that your friends behave and won't make any trouble. Otherwise your husband will pay the bill, got it?"
"Please, I'll do whatever you say. Just spare my husband and don't do any harm to him"
"Christina, for heavens sake, who? what? My God!!!"
" Shut up, slut. Move back into the apartment. Move!!!
" Please, Diana, do as she says, please!!!"
"Christina, how could you...oh God, please, don't shot"
"I'm so sorry, Diana. They've my husband as hostage. They forced me to..."
"Stop, gaggling, chickens! Sit down on the chair, fatty, your missionary friend will give you a nice tie up."
"Ummmph. MMMMMHg. Ummmmphhfff"
"Oh Diana, I'm so sorry. Please, pardon me..."
"Spare it, Sis. I guess the fat slut is even enjoying it. Those fucking lesbian divorced bitches, they just deserve it. Let's go to the next one"
"Hi Christina, how are you. For heavens sake, what...?!!"
"Please, Susana, she's a gun. Do just as she says"
"Susanna. I'm so sorry. They've Heinz as hostage. They foce me to do this"
" You poor thing. I won't do any resistance. All my cash is in the drawer of my office table. The jewelry is in a strongbox in
the bedroom. Just take what you want but don't do me any harm."
" Don't worry, cutie. You're really coperative, as a reward your friend will truss you up in your hammack. You'll be most confortable, haha"
"Seems they've left. Heaven, I'm trussed up like a sausage. But I'm safe and unharmed. Poor Christina, what a nightmare to be forced to hand her own friend over to some brute robbers, but at her place, I'd have done the same. She's just trying to safe her husband. The only thing I can do is to pray that all ends up well and that nobody gets hurt. Oh Jesus, save us, get us out of this ordeal save and sound..."
Actually Susanna's prayers are heard. After two other robberies, the greed of the female robber is satisfied and she returns with Christina back to her victim's apartment. The couple is tied up again close one to the other and the two female criminals leave the apartment. Some hours later the police enters the apartment and frees the couple as Susanna has managed to get rid of her bonds and called the police. Some weeks later the Shalomskys read in the newspaper that their captors have been caught by the police during an other robbery.
They invite all their friends which they have forced into an unwanted bondage experience to a party and beg once again for pardon and they all thank a lot to the Lord for having been saved unharmed out off their bondage ordeal...
