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A Day Tied Up part 3

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Part 3:

It was night. Carol lay on her back in her own bed. The lights were out in her room, leaving everything in darkness. The room was closed, leaving the room unpleasantly stuffy. The ceiling fan spun, doing little to alleviate that.

She started up at the ceiling. Periodically, passing cars headlights would throw a bar of light through a crack in the window blinds up on the ceiling. Carol watched the yellow bars lazily crawl across the ceiling as the cars drove by.

If she turned her head to the left, she could see the red numerals on her alarm clock glowing in the darkness. The last time she checked they had read 12:35. The time before that had been 12:34. Carol had a sneaking suspicion when she checked again it wouldn't have broken 12:40. She could tell it was going to be one of those nights.

Had circumstances been different, this might have been an altogether normal night for Carol. Spring was turning to summer, and she always had trouble sleeping on warm nights like this. Then again, if it was a normal night, Carol doubted she would have been tightly bound to her bed with rope or gagged with tape.

Carol lay stretched out on the bed. Her hands had been crossed over her head and bound to the headboard. Her feet had been bound similarly to the foot. Her captor had removed the large ball gag he'd gagged Carol with as a punishment and replaced it with a couple pieces of duct tape sealing her lips shut. She still had no chance of calling for help but at least she wasn't likely to choke in her sleep.

It was lucky that the night was warm because Carol's captor had stripped off all the sheets on the bed. Carol was wearing nothing more than a t-shirt and a pair of loose shorts.

"Mmmppphhh…" Ashley grunted into her tape gag. She stirred, brushing up against Carol's side. Though bound next to Carol, and the same way to, Ashley had managed to doze off a few times during the night, only to wake again when she tried to roll over and ran up against her tight bonds.

Carol grunted back at her friend and did her best to scoot over. They'd been tied together and their bonds didn't make it easy to spread out, even if the bed had been big enough to fit both of them in the first place.

It was nothing more than bad luck that Ashley had come over today. Carol and her mom had already been taken captive, bound and gagged, unable to warn her before she was captured as well and tied up alongside them. Her captor had forced Ashley to call home on her cell phone as tell her parents she was staying over at Carol's house, so no one would miss her.

Suddenly, on the other side of the room, Carol heard the door open. Light from the hallway spilled into the room. Their captor was checking in on them. He'd done that periodically, since he'd marched his captives from the kitchen, where they'd been bound most of the day, here and tied Carol and Ashley to the bed.

Carol didn't know where her mom was tied up. She assumed she was tied up on the bed in her own room, but she had no way of knowing for sure. After he'd finished securing Ashley and Carol for the night, he'd marched Carol's mom past the door. Carol hadn't seen her since.

The door closed with a "click" leaving the girls in darkness once again. Carol glanced at the clock quickly. It now read 12:45. Her captor had checked on them last at 12:15 and 11:45 before that. She had a half hour before he would come back and check on her again.

Not that it did her any good. Her bonds were tighter now then they'd been before, and she'd had no chance of escaping then. Even without her captor watching, Carol doubted she had any chance of getting free.  

Carol slumped down in her bonds. Once again, it looked like the only thing she could do was wait. Another half hour passed and her captor came by to check on her. By then, she was yawning, or she would have been if she hadn't been gagged. Before he came by again, she'd drifted off into a fitful sleep…


***

When Carol woke up, sunlight was streaming through the window. A glance at her clock told her it was 8:30 in the morning. She and Ashley were still tied the same way, but someone had removed her tape gag while she was asleep.

"Ashley…" Carol said, nudging her friend who was still asleep with one shoulder.

She groaned and woke up.

Suddenly Carol heard the door open. She turned and was surprised to see not their captor but her mom.

"Carol, are you two all right?" Carol's mom asked. She hurried into the room and began untying her daughter.

"Yeah. We're fine. What happened to you?" Carol asked.

"He tied me to the bed spread eagle. When I woke up this morning, one of my hands had been untied. I was able to get free." Carol's mom said, finishing untying Carol's wrists. She sat up, rubbing her wrists, finally free after a full day tied up.

"Then I ran over here to free you two."

"What about our captor? Where is he?" Carol asked.  

Carols mom shook her head. "I've already looked. There's no trace of him. He's long gone…"
Here's the last part. It's a little shorter then the other two, I had some major writers block trying to get this one out, mainly becuase I'd already written everything I wanted to write in the first two parts, now I just needed to end it someway.
Now that it's finished, does anyone have an idea for what they want me to write next?
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Dreamerforever2004's avatar

Nice part.

I like bed bondage.