Mid Morning Nightmare (BindHer)

It was one of those lazy days when you really didn't feel like doing anything. It took real effort for Amy to get up and start cleaning up the house. She left the kitchen for last, but was almost done when she heard the noise. It sounded like her back door, but there was no one there? Probably the wind, she thought and went back to the sink. Then, from the corner of her eye she saw the knife. Her mind refused to accept the sight and took too long to react. He was behind her, the sharp pointed the weapon close to her neck. "Open your mouth" he said and a thick strip of cloth appeared over Amy's head and was pulled between her lips. The cloth was pulled tight, cutting the corners of her mouth and pushing her tongue down. The tightness at the back of her head told her that it was getting secured with a pretty fast knot. With the knife close, the man turned the trembling girl to the side and pulled her arms behind her. She felt him wrap something around her wrists she later found was a cord from her window shade. Like the gag cutting her mouth, the cord was pulled tight but this was over he sleeve of her shirt and thankfully not on her skin. The man crossed to he front and Amy got her first look at her captor. He was huge, bulging and his clothes smelled of oil. His dark eyes looked like black marbles, devoid of any emotion. He pushed Amy to the floor and with another show of the knife ordered her to sit still. He went to the window, cut another cord and returned to truss the girl's slim ankles. As he pulled the knot tight, Amy winced into her gag. The man looked up at her and stared. "Do you need something more in your mouth?" he asked. the girl shook her head, her hair tossing from side to side. The idea of more cloth, in or around her mouth scared her. She steeled herself to remain quiet no matter what he did. The man stood up and moved into the living room. Amy heard him opening drawers and moving things. Again, gratitude swept over her. It was a robbery that brought him here, hopefully nothing more. Still, she couldn't just sit here, waiting to find out. The girl edged to the counter, her wingers pulling open a drawer. Quietly she felt around until she had a small knife in her hands. While he searched, she could get her wrists loose, free her feet & run for the back door. She would be at the neighbor's before he knew she was gone. It would be easy. It........Then Amy felt him behind her. "So you want to play?", he hissed CONTINUED HERE CONTINUED FROM HERE Amy's heart was in her throat. She shook her head and tried to tell him she wasn't trying to get loose. Even though the gag stopped her words, both captor and captive knew that something had to be done. Grabbing her shoulders, the man pulled Amy across the cold tile floor, finally pushing her back against the leg of the kitchen table. He went back to the drawer she had opened and pulled out a role of duct tape., He pushed her against the leg, her bound wrists squeezed painfully to the wood. Then he wound the tape over her body - above and below her breasts, around her arms and the leg. When he was finished, Amy was held fast, unable to budge. Then he knelt next to her and loosened the strip of cloth between her teeth. Rather than removing it, he pulled it tighter and looped the ends around the table leg before re-tying them. Now Amy's head was held erect and as secure as her body. Thee man & girl's eyes met, and Amy couldn't help but see a little sadness in his eyes as he took out another handkerchief from his pocket. He forced the wad into her lips, against the strip pulled there. Amy knew it had to be done - she had broken his "trust' - and oddly, she knew that he really didn't want to hurt her. She opened her lips as much as she could and took in the cloth. Her heart sank as he took up the roll of tape and pulled off a strip. She squeezed her eyes shut holding back tears as he pressed the tape over her gagged mouth, sealing the cloth in. Amy knew that it would be painful when that came off but she tried not to think of that. the man looked at Amy, probably trying to decide if she needed more gagging. The slim girl was grateful when he moved away and continued taking things to his cart. Soon he would be gone and the nightmare would be over, but until then she resolved herself to sit and not be a bother again.