Jennie's Bondage Nightmare

Written by BondoFox

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This is an open-ended story, putting your minds to work to conceive your own endings. If you have a good one, please feel free to let me know what it is.

I also have a version of this same story that opens the same way, but in the course of the story Jennie is raped. If interest is high enough, I’ll seriously consider posting it.

It was late in the evening when Jennie came home from work. She let herself into her apartment; nothing more than a hot bath sounded good to herShe locked her front door and shook her long black and white striped tail out, hung her light jacket on the coat tree and walked into her living room, tossing her briefcase and her purse toward the couch.

And she stopped, her breath no more than a gasp in her throat. Her living room was a mess -- her DVD and videocassette players sat on her couch, the cords wrapped around them. Her CD collection sat in a pile beside them.

“I’ve been … ” Then, realizing her things were still here, “ … I’m being robbed!”

Jennie heard a sound just then. She couldn't place it -- something like a light thump, which didn't make any sense to her she knew. Just a light thump. Her fur bristled and in a panic Jennie took a step backwards to turn and get out as fast as she could!

She turned blindly, and Jennie ran into the body of a bulky raccoon who grabbed her and spun her around! His massive paw clamped tightly over her muzzle and his other arm pinned both of hers to her side!

“HHLLMMPH!!!” As her muffled scream died Jennie’s instinctive reaction caused her tail to fly up, but it went nowhere as the raccoon had already stepped over it and it harmlessly came to rest against his crotch.

"Settle down," a deep masculine voice told her. Something about the way he said it made her do just that -- settle down. Jennie instantly stopped squirming and went completely silent.

"That the lady who lives here?"

Jennie stopped before she had started. There was another man here! She was being robbed and she had interrupted them. Oh God, she thought, what are the going to do to me?!

“Yeah,” the man shouted right past Jennie's ear. “And she’s a skunk! I’m gonna need help out here!”

Jennie heard that and used that as her cue to twist and wrest herself from his grasp! But the raccoon laughed as his grip on her tightened and held her fast. Jennie winced, and prayed for a way to escape. But his hold on her was just too strong.

In a moment another raccoon made his way into her living room, carrying a small satchel. “Hey, and she’s cute, too!” As he came closer Jennie felt the one holding her tighten his arm around her body and his paw over her mouth just as she tried to scream again. She could feel his erection pressing her backside through his jeans. The new raccoon ran a paw down Jennie’s neck and over her bosom, taking her left breast and squeezing it despite Jennie’s struggles to avoid him. I’m only encouraging him, she thought, but she couldn’t fight her natural reaction to avoid him. She tried to pull her tail back to her and raise it again, but she had no clearance to pull it free.

“I don’t think she likes you,” the first one told his accomplice.

The second removed his paw and removed a cloth from his bag. “Ah, she’ll have time to appreciate me.”  As he balled the cloth into a wad, Jennie’s eyes widened as she realized what he had in mind. “Open wide for me, cutie. You don’t want my friend here to hurt you, do you?”

The thought of what these two males could do to her frightened Jennie beyond belief, and when the paw fell from her muzzle she meekly allowed this intruder to push the packing deeply into her mouth, holding her tongue down flat.

“You sure you want to gag her now?” the one behind Jennie asked. “Maybe she can tell us where she keeps everything.”

He shook his head as he pulled a length of clothesline and a long scarf from his bag. "Nah,” he replied, “she isn’t very good at hiding anything. Her jewelry and cash were practically out in the open.”

If I get out of this, Jennie told herself, I’m going to rectify that right away!

The raccoon holding Jennie took the rope and forcibly pulled her arms behind her back and held her wrists crossed together with one paw. His other wound the rope around them while the other raccoon folded the scarf into a long rectangle and pulled the center of it between her teeth and reached around to knot the ends behind her head, nuzzling her around her ear with his nose as she whimpered into her gag, while she also felt the bindings on her wrists pull tight and a firm knot was tied.

“We’ll finish tying her up in her kitchen,” the second raccoon told the first as Jennie watched him pick her purse up and dump its contents on the floor. “I’ll be right there.”

“Nnmf!” Jennie tried. “Mmmff nffflmn hmmfph mmf!” She caught a final glimpse of her cash being removed from her wallet as a firm grip on her arm led her to her kitchen and sat her in a chair.

As Jennie's mind began to race, the stranger spoke to her again. “Sit still. I’ll be right back. You understand?"

Jennie nodded. He released her and disappeared for an instant, and she felt her big chance! Probably her one and only chance! Run to the back door, pull it open, scream at the top of her voice through her gag for help. Makes more sense than trying to get to the phone; not enough time for that. Great plan! Why won't my legs move?

Jennie worked the plan over three times in her mind in the space of two seconds. But her arms and legs felt like Jell-o. Terror had overtaken the fleeting bravery she had felt.

And they both came in together, bag in paw. The second raccoon Jennie had seen pulled her to her feet and sat her down again, this time with her tied paws behind the chair back. She watched as the other walked to her phone, removed a pocket knife, and in one slice cut the cord to the wall in two.

Jennie’s shoulders slumped in resignation as she felt a long rope go around her body and her chair, watching loop after loop disappear beneath the swell of her breasts and tighten around her. As another tied her waist down as well, she watched the first raccoon squat and cross her ankles, tying them together.The one behind her made a loop and gathered it around the base of her soft tail. Jennie shot an indignant look at him over her shoulder and watched helplessly as he tightened the loops and passed the other end to his friend, who pushed her feet under the chair and tied her tail to her bound ankles.

She felt them move away from her. Jennie tugged and felt her tail flinch, but she could do nothing else. She was fixed, and meant to stay.

Now she was blind. She was blindfolded with a long scarf … no, it was a bandanna. Jennie recognized the western design in the instant it hovered before her eyes before it was tied over them.

Jennie heard them, but couldn’t tell what was happening. Were they watching her? Leaving to finish what they started?

“Mmmmph … ”Jennie mewed quietly, in case they were still right there.

And they were. In the blackness Jennie felt her knees pressed together then felt her legs being bound together above her knees, then her lap was tied to the seat of the chair, below the hemline of her dark print skirt. Jennie loved that skirt. Now bound and helpless, she felt uneasy about having worn it. If these two males get carried away ...

Suddenly it was quiet. Jennie was, in every sense of the word, helpless. One of the raccoons patted her lap twice and stood up. She listened to them walk around her and tensedAt any instant Jennie expected to feel his hands massaging her breasts. And all she needed was for one of them to feel her firmly erect nipples through her white blouse!

It was just then Jennie realized they had to have been watching her and her apartment. She felt queasy now, thinking of these two watching her come, go, when she left and returned … then she squirmed in her ropes again, and the other feeling returned; the feeling that made her hope they weren’t noticing the way she was squirming on the seat of her chair

“Think that oughta hold her?”

Jennie started! “Mph!” Her head turned and tilted in the direction of the voice that mocked her condition.

“Yeah.”

“Well come in here and give me a hand.”

Jennie didn't know why, but she felt these males staring at her. She shivered with pure terror as she felt a couple of top buttons on her blouse pop open. “I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'll have to be going soon,” the one she originally ran into told her. She felt paws on her, roaming over her, heavy breathing on her neck. Then a light breeze over her chest fur. She leaned into his touch and couldn’t remind herself she was their prisoner in her own home.

Gently he cupped her gagged and blindfolded face. "Will you miss me?"

Jennie dropped her face away from his hand, quivering. A gentle kiss on her forehead and a final grope, and he went to join his partner. When she heard him walk out of the room she strained herself against the ropes securing her, hard! She struggled, twisted, pulled, turned, tried to bite through her gag! But it was no use. She wasn't about to free herself, not without help anyway. She felt the dampness in her panties. Oh God, why now?! she cried out to herself. Yes, I love being tied up, but this isn't the right time! Why now!?!

Just as Jennie started to squeal for help, she remembered the two burglars in her bedroom. She tried to concentrate on what she was going to lose. Grandma's silver, obviously. They're in my bedroom, so my money and jewelry, definitely. My TV, maybe; it's portable. My CD player ... well, all that stuff's insured. Oh God, please don't let them find my vibrator; they'll definitely do something to me with that!

Jennie began to squirm again. She felt an orgasm coming on and there was just no way to fight it off!

The End