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...
My wife and I had read in the newspapers that in the German Spessart woods some middle-aged hiker couples had been assaulted by a weird robber. The guy had been disguised as a robber of the late eighteenth centyry and had menaced his victims with an antic gun which nevertheless seemed to by fully functional. The tourists first had thought that the robbery were a kind of tourist attraction but up from the moment when they found themselves gagged and bound to a tree they became aware that it was a real robbery. They had to tell the robber the PINs of their credit cards and some had to spend up to two days tied up in the woods before they were found by the police which had been advised by an anonymous phone call about the whereabouts of the helpless victims. The roober appeared only from time to time and it seemed that he selected only victims who where supposed not to do any resistance. So he yet had not been catched by the police and he had become in certain way a real tourist attraction as he appeared from time to time on one of the many hiking trails in the Spessart woods and for some hikers it was a certain thrill to think that they probably could become victims of the weird robber. So my wife and I we decided to book a week of holiday in the Spessart Woods and we did several hiking tours without any trace of the weird robber. Even so we were thrilled on each tour and we took enough cash money with us to make sure that the robber would not do us any harm. We had heard that in some cases he had even whipped some bound hikers with a twig on when they did not have enough money in their purse. So it was our last day in the Spessart woods and to be honest we were even a little bit disappointed that we hadn't met the robber. We were on our last hiking tour in the late afternoon and it was a 7 km hiking loop near by our hotel and we didn't really expect that the robber would still appear. We were yet 4 km from our hotel in the middle of the woods when we heard some noise in the brushwoods and than a loud and sharp voice ordered us to stand still and to raise up our hands...
There he was, the robber we were searching for but we were not allowed to turn and to have a glance at him. He told us to raise up even higher our hands and to move in front of him into the brushwoods. Me wife and I, we were at the same time thrilled, turned on and scared as we were every time when we suffered a hold up and we told him that we would do everything he would tell us to do...As we are both writers and freelance journalists, my wife tried to do a liitle chat with our captor but he told us to shut up and to move deeper into the woods...
After a while we were deep in the brushwoods. Our captor told us to stand still and then he ordered us to take off the scarves whe were both wearing and to gag one the other. Then we were ordered to stand with our back against a tree and to close our eyes. Then several loops of rope were wounded around our legs, our chest and our belly. Soon we were tightly bound and gagged and again we were ordered to close our eyes while we were fondled and frisked by our captor. Soon he had found my purse with some 400 Euro cash and several credit cards. The robber was quite satisfied with his loot and he loosened my wife's gag and she had to reveil him the PINS of our credit cards and the limit we could withdraw everday in cash from our account. My wife told him everythin he wanted to know and was regagged. Then the roober told us that he hoped that our curiousity had been fully satisfied as he had become aware that a couple had been asking for him for nearly a week. He told us that we have to spend nearly two days in the woods, then he would give a call to the police. The he splitted. My wife and I we struggled in vain against our bonds and the gag, too, was so tight that we couldn't get rid of it. Well, we had asked for it and now we had to stand it. Our only hope was that we were to leave the hotel the next morning and that they would search for in case we would not appear in the morning to check out...But it took actually a whole day before we finally were found by some police men who had searched the nearby woods. And even so, we were not able to give any description of the robbert to the police, as he had told us the whole time to close our eyes when he was fondling us our tying us up so that we couldn't even catch the slightest glance of his face... And up to today, the mysterious Spessart robber has yet not been caught by the police...
