{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"02602e08-8d23-44ca-8412-3074135ec6fe","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-08-31T23:27:51.575Z","title":"Amelia Turns To Crime (bondage story)","slug":"amelia-turns-to-crime-bondage-story","shortId":"67njbzga","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":"Not to be reproduced without permission.","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A pretty cat burglar meets her match... and he's armed with rope.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"4aef1ada-e90b-41cd-831e-5609bfdf5d67","title":null,"summary":"The following story, written for day 8 of Kinktober 2023, contains bondage, sexism and humiliation. ","wordCount":2390,"readTime":12,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

The following story, written for day 8 of Kinktober 2023, contains bondage, sexism and humiliation. Reader discretion is advised.

1. Amelia

The greatest jewel thief in the world - and also the cleverest, prettiest, and most modest - traces a neat circle in the window with her diamond cutter, pops out the glass, then throws it in the bushes. She reaches one slender arm through the gap and opens the window, before slipping through and dropping soundlessly to the floor of the bedroom like a cat.

The thief's name is Amelia, and even her enemies, of which she has many, would admit that she is a force to be reckoned with. Name a world-famous museum, an opulent art gallery, or the headquarters of a formidable multinational corporation, and the chances are that Amelia has been there, and robbed that. Guards cannot stop her; heavy locks and thick walls are no defence. Even the latest high-tech security systems are child's play for her to disarm.

By her standards, in fact, today's target is relatively simple: just your standard run-of-the-mill stately pile. But she has found that such places are surprisingly fruitful for the discerning burglar. Country squires love to complain of poverty, conveniently overlooking the vintage champagne in their cellars, the priceless paintings on their walls and (most pertinently to this story) the heirloom pearls in their wives' jewel boxes.

\"Wh-who's there?\"

Amelia freezes, eyes wide. The house was supposed to be empty!

\"I saw you!\" comes the voice again. \"I saw you throw the glass.\"

Amelia's mind is whirling. She could run. She could fight. She could -

The door of the bedroom opens and a figure appears. A figure holding a gun. The light is flicked on, and Amelia is momentarily blinded.

\"H-hands up!\"

It's not like it's the first time Amelia has had a gun pointed at her. But this means she knows the danger is real, and the more nervous this person is, the more danger she is in.

\"Don't shoot!\" she cries, keeping her voice level, trying to reassure the man that she isn't a threat. If only she could see his face more clearly!

\"I've got a g-gun!\"

\"I know, sir. I know. Please stop waving it around. I'm no threat to you.\"

\"Don't m-move!\"

\"I won't, sir. I'm staying right here. I'm not trying to escape.\"

As her eyes grow accustomed to the light, Amelia gets a better look at the man. Tallish, fair hair, thin, nervous-looking... and far younger than she first thought. This is clearly not the owner of the house: he cannot be more than 18 or 19 at most. She allows herself a slight smile. A thief of her calibre has nothing to fear from a teenager. She just needs to be smart.

2. Danny

As Danny's eyes grow accustomed to the light, he gets a better look at the burglar - and is shocked to realise it's a woman, and a young and beautiful one at that. She's not much older than him; maybe 22? Long dark hair, big hazel eyes, a stunning figure... all wrapped up in a tight black sweater and a tiny black skirt. It doesn't seem very practical, he thinks to himself. More like one of those sexy Halloween versions of a burglar's outfit than the real thing. Not that he's complaining. Her little black mask is quite kinky, really.

Unsure what to do next, Danny tells the pretty burglar to sit on the bed. She obeys at once, evidently worried about his father's gun. She doesn't know I've never held this thing before in my life, he thinks. As far as she's concerned, I'm a dangerous man! Feeling a little more confident, he keeps the gun trained on the burglar while pulling out his phone with the other hand.

\"No, wait!\" she cries. \"There's no need to call the police!\"

\"Do you think I'm stupid? I'm not falling for your tricks. You're going to jail.\"

\"No tricks, sir. I just don't see why the police need to be involved. I haven't taken anything - check for yourself! We don't need to make this official. We can work out our own solution.\" She smiles seductively.

\"Why should I trust you, criminal?\"

\"I'd prefer you to call me Amelia. What should I call you?\"

\"I'm Danny,\" he says gruffly.

\"Well, Danny, if you don't trust me, you can tie me up. I'll be your helpless prisoner! Would you like that?\"

Danny pauses. And Amelia sees him pause.

\"Why don't you tie my hands behind my back?\" she asks in a voice of alluring innocence. \"I won't be able to hurt you even if I want to.\"

He nods.

3. Amelia

The best solution, when dealing with men, always boils down to sex in some form. It's just a question of working out what kind. And while bondage isn't ideal from an \"escaping from the scene of the crime\" point of view, Amelia is pretty confident she'll be able to convince the kid to untie her when the time is right. She can be very persuasive.

But Danny doesn't yet look convinced.

\"I don't think the ropes are tight enough,\" he says, sceptically.

Amelia is still sitting on the bed, an item of furniture which seems appropriate to the atmosphere she is trying to create. Her wrists are crossed behind her back and tied tightly together, which means she is essentially helpless to free herself or present any kind of threat to Danny. And she is trying to play up this helplessness by writhing sensually like a damsel in distress. Not that Danny is buying it.

\"No. Look - you could just slip your hands out.\"

This isn't really true, given how carefully he cinched the ropes, but it's fair to say that her bondage could be more thorough.

\"Of course I can't slip my hands out!\" Amelia demonstrates with a few firm tugs at her bonds, which contain precisely zero slack. \"Look, you can tie me tighter if you want to make sure, tie my elbows too if you like, just please don't call the police.\"

Danny produces another coil of rope - it hasn't escaped Amelia's notice that he has ready access to a suspiciously generous supply of binding materials - and goes to work. He pushes her elbows until they touch, then binds them tightly, ever so tightly together. Then for good measure he wraps more rope around her chest, creating a constricting harness around her breasts and pinning her arms to her back.

\"Ouch! Maybe that's too tight.\"

\"Maybe you'd prefer the police to use handcuffs instead?\"

\"Okay, okay.\" Amelia is finding the position both awkward and uncomfortable, back arched and breasts thrust forward. She tries to make the best of the situation, winking at her captor and pretending to enjoy the tight ropes. \"Do your worst,\" she smiles.

4. Danny

Danny isn't feeling nervous any more. In fact, he can't believe his luck. A beautiful woman in a sexy outfit throws herself on his mercy, and positively encourages him to truss her up? Part of him is wondering if this is all a dream. But most of him is just thinking about fun ways to make his captive even more helpless.

\"You look good in ropes, Amelia,\" he admits.

\"I know.\" She squirms a little, letting him enjoy her constrained body, the way the tight sweater moves and stretches, the skirt riding up and giving him a glimpse of white panties.

\"But you know I still don't trust you, right?\"

\"And quite right too! I'm a naughty girl. But what can I do? You've trussed me up like a Christmas turkey. I'm completely helpless.\"

\"Come on, Amelia, we both know that's not true. You can't attack me, sure. I don't think you can untie yourself. But the second my back is turned you'll run out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the house.\"

\"With my arms bound behind my back? No way!\"

\"A resourceful thief like you? I'm sure you could manage it.\"

Danny smiles, and looks down at Amelia's legs.

5. Amelia

Amelia doesn't like the idea of losing her last vestige of freedom, but she can see Danny isn't going to let her off. Best to make it seem like it's her idea.

\"Well, what about if you bind my legs to make sure?\" She stretches out one long leg, letting him enjoy the curve of her calf, the flawless skin of her thigh. \"Then I'll be yours completely!\"

Amelia doesn't resist as Danny ropes up her legs at ankle, calf, knee and thigh, cinching each bond as tight as he can.

\"Okay,\" he says. \"Now you're helpless.\"

\"I am,\" she laughs. \"Completely defenceless. I do hope you're not going to take advantage of me. Do you think I look pretty like this?\" She wiggles her body again, enjoying the look in his eyes. She may be bound and helpless, but she's the one who's in charge. Or so she thinks.

6. Danny

Danny gazes happily at his helpless prisoner, writhing ineffectually in her tight ropes. She is a beautiful creature, and completely at his mercy. Then he is jolted out of his reverie by the sound of a door opening downstairs. Amelia too looks alarmed.

\"Is that your parents coming home?\" she asks, eyes wide. \"What are you going to do now?\"

\"I d-don't know. I suppose I'll have to tell them I caught a burglar.\"

\"No, please don't tell them! They'll call the police for sure. Wouldn't you rather keep me for yourself?\" Amelia gives him a little smile, but it's strained. She knows this is a dangerous moment.

\"Hmmm.\" Danny feels conflicted. He could get in a lot of trouble if his parents find out he's been keeping a girl in his room. But she does look very appealing right now. There's something about her obvious nervousness that is very endearing. He almost feels protective.

\"If you make any noise...\"

\"Of course I won't make any noise,\" she says. \"I don't want your parents to know I'm here, do I?\"

\"Well...\"

Amelia thinks quickly, weighing up her options.

\"If you're so worried,\" she says, \"I suppose you could... gag me.\"

\"Gag you? Like some damsel in distress on a TV show? Those don't actually work. You could still make a noise if you wanted to.\"

\"Gags do work!\" she protests hotly, having some experience in this area. \"You just have to remember to use stuffing. You could put a pair of socks in my mouth or something. Then I'll be totally at your mercy.\"

She winks.

\"Wouldn't you like to shut me up? I bet you're sick of listening to me chatter away, aren't you? I reckon you'd like me more with a gag in my mouth.\"

Danny is obviously wavering. Amelia decides to swallow her pride and play her trump card. Eyelashes fluttering, lips pouting, tits thrust out as much as she can. And in her most girlish voice...

\"Please gag me, sir. I've been very, very bad.\"

\"Fuck it.\" He shoves the socks in her mouth, finds a necktie, and ties it tightly between her lips. Mouth full of soft cloth, her words are reduced to barely intelligible mumbles.

\"Phhnnh ymnn, phnr.\"

She is perfect. Bound, gagged, utterly helpless, and completely his. He reaches down and runs a hand along her cheek, and there's a definite... moment.

Then the spell is broken. Someone is calling from downstairs.

\"Shit, I'd better go and see what they want. Don't go anywhere!\"

Laughing, Danny runs out of the room.

7. Amelia

Left alone, Amelia is surprised to find that she is having fun. She can see herself in a full-length mirror across the room, and the sight turns her on: she is a helpless captive, tightly roped and gagged, a ravished slave girl in her owner's bed. Her mind starts to drift into old fantasies, forgotten desires: captivity, humiliation, punishment. She writhes in the ropes, enjoying their sensuous friction.

The door opens, and Danny comes in.

\"Oh good,\" he chuckles, \"you're still here.\"

\"Vmrm fnnnm,\" she grumbles, rolling her eyes and blushing. She pretends to be annoyed by the joke, but it feels oddly nice to be mocked like that. Sitting there helplessly, unable to respond, it's so... humiliating. She shivers with pleasure.

\"So listen. You look so nice like that, I'd like to take a photo. So I can remember this.\"

\"Ymnn cnnph phnhm mn phnphn!\"

\"Sure I can.\" He has his phone out now. \"Just look into the lens and give me a look of, I don't know, humiliated defiance. Yes, that's it!\" She can hear the camera app clicking as he takes dozens of photos from various angles, including plenty of close-ups of her bound wrists and her breasts straining to escape the tight sweater.

\"Say, that sweater is struggling, isn't it? That gives me an idea.\"

He pulls down the front of the sweater, carefully navigating the network of ropes around Amelia's chest. It's made of a stretchy material and he is soon able to expose her breasts, which burst free with a satisfying jiggle. Amelia squeaks in outrage and curses her decision not to wear a bra.

\"Great! Some more photos...\"

The phone clicks dozens more times.

\"...and I think we're done. You can collect her now, officers!\"

\"Nffncmrph?!?!\"

The door opens again and two policemen walk in - then stop, stunned, when they see the captive thief on the bed, tightly bound and gagged and with her lovely tits exposed. They burst into laughter.

\"How did you get her tied up?! We've been chasing this one for months!\"

\"It was her idea! She couldn't wait to get in my ropes.\"

Amelia squeaks angrily.

\"Okay, I might have sort of implied... that I hadn't already called the police the second I saw her breaking in. When you arrived, she thought that was my parents.\"

The policemen laugh.

\"So she's not all that bright after all. Well, there will be a reward of course, and you're free to keep any... mementoes of Amelia's visit. She's a good-looking girl, isn't she?\"

\"Quite lovely.\"

\"And we'd better be off. Ready to leave, Amelia?\"

The larger of the two police officers lifts the captive thief off the bed and tosses her over his shoulder.

\"Goodbye sir, and thanks for helping us capture little miss damsel in distress here.\"

\"You're welcome. Goodbye.\"

As she's carried out to the waiting police car, Amelia moans angrily into her gag. She is furious. Partly, of course, because her career as a jewel thief is over, her reputation is in tatters, a horny teenager with access to the internet has photos of her in tight bondage with her tits out, and the police are showing no interest in removing her bonds for the journey to the police station.

But mainly, she is furious because the police have interrupted what was shaping up to be a very enjoyable evening.

FIN

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