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This is an old pic which some of you may remember seeing before of Anna Keyer and her first experience of being held captive.

Thought I'd share it again as the new Keyer & CHRYSTEL story on my website for Patreon Subscribers makes reference to this story. If you'd like to read the new story ("Uni Reunion") it's available to subscribers for $3 (or more if you're happy to). Check out my Patreon page for more details www.patreon.com/damselcomics

Anyway, here's the old story that went with this pic:

Keyer's First Damsel Report

I was never popular at university. I knew that and that was okay. I was here to follow a passion and become the best journalist I could be not collect friends. I didn’t realise just how unpopular I was until the day the big second year assessment was due in.

It started out normally enough. I woke up, my roommate Louise was still fast asleep (when her personality was nicest!), got into the shower and stayed there for a while relaxing, with my head back letting the water massage my head and run down my back. I closed my eyes and visualized handing in my assessment then going back a week later to get the result. I’d worked hard on this so pictured a nice A* coming back to me.

I got out the shower, plugged my hair straighteners in, dried my hair then tied it back before brushing my teeth. I changed into my favourite outfit, one that made me feel quite empowered, white blouse, pink cardigan, blue hot pants, white tights and my favourite shoes. Yeah, this was a good day.

Or so I thought. When I left the bathroom I noticed my bed had been stripped down to the mattress. Before I knew what was happening Louise and her vile friend Susan lunged at me and grabbed my wrists. Each had a pair of handcuffs and they clamped one end of each around my wrists. Holding the other end of the cuffs they dragged me to my bed and pushed me down. I struggled over on to my back ready to get up and give them a piece of my mind but Louise jumped on me, sat straddling my stomach. She held a finger up to her lips to tell me to ‘shh’ then cupped her hand firmly over my mouth.

Susan chained the cuffs to the metal bed frame, clearly enjoying herself and nodded to her accomplice when the deed was done. Louise took her hand off my mouth and climbed off me.

“Sit up bitch!” She ordered.

I wasn’t having any of that and lay where I was.

“I said sit up!” She screamed in my face. She grabbed me under my arms and yanked me into a seated position. This joke had gone far enough. I started to look for the safety release catches on the cuffs. My captors laughed as they watched my fingers searching the cold metal to no avail.

“They’re not pretend cuffs Anna,” laughed Susan. “If they were I’d have used fluffy ones.”

She leant down and whispered in my ear. “Maybe next time I will!”

“Piss off!” I retorted.

“Oooh” jeered Louise. “Someone’s in a bad mood today.”

I scowled at her. “What’s all this about Louise?”

Louise turned away and began going through one of my folders. She pulled out some papers and threw them on my lap.

“My tennis report?” I asked, confused.

“Yes, your tennis report!” Snapped Louise.

My tennis report was just a short article about the university’s tennis club. It wasn’t one of my best I must admit but my angle had been very positive and it had got me a good enough grade. I couldn’t think why I deserved to be chained to my bed because of it.

I don’t get your point.” I said, really confused.

“You watched one match and implied the club should get a new club captain did you not?”

‘“Well yeah I guess”

“Well thanks to you they have.”

Suddenly I twigged. Louise had been the club captain and had been ousted because of my report.

“Come on Louise, it’s just a club. No big deal.”

“It was for me!” She fumed. “Now I’m gonna make sure I mess something up for you. Be such a pity if you can’t get this precious assignment in today wouldn’t it?”

Now I got the picture. I was angry but didn’t know what to say. I knew I was completely helpless and was going to have to rely on these two to, at some point, let me go. All I could do was plan a good reason for handing my assessment in late. I decided to stay quiet.

They gathered their things together ready to go out for first period. Louise came up to me and tied a pair of tights between my lips as a gag then grinned evilly at me and grabbed a pen. She turned to my timetable I had pinned up on my wall and scribbled across it. I looked at what she had done. Very funny, I thought. I certainly didn’t intend to spend the whole week tied up!

“Have a good day” Louise scoffed.

With that she left the room. Before I could gather my thoughts Susan returned. I watched her as she scoured the room for something. Whatever it was she couldn’t find it. Then she noticed my straighteners plugged into the wall. She unplugged them and proceeded to wrap the power cord around my ankles. She pulled the knot tight and stood back to admire her work.

“Sorry babe but I don’t trust you.” She leant down and whispered in my ear. “Plus sexy legs like yours MUST be bound at some point!”

She turned my head to face her and cusped my face in her hands. I knew what was coming.

I felt her lips touching mine. Even through my gag I knew she was enjoying the moment. She smiled at me and went to leave. She paused as the door.

“Mind the straighteners Anna, they’re hot!”

“Susan closed the door and I was left alone. I assessed my situation. The handcuffs were real, only the keys or a good hacksaw would get me out of those and I had neither. I could reach the gag if I tried but decided not to bother. It wasn’t really stopping me from screaming and I figured even if I did get it off and yelled for help no-one would come to rescue the least popular girl on campus. I could think of a few people who’d already threatened to tape my mouth up and I didn’t really want to give them the perfect opportunity.

Susan had done a good job tying my feet but that was really just for her benefit. Saying she didn’t trust me. What was I going to do, stand up and drag a bed around with me looking for someone to save me?

I couldn’t really do anything but wait. As I sat there I began to think about my career options. If I was going to become a super, sleuth, investigative journalist snooping around bad guys hideouts and stuff then I guess I should expect this kinda thing. After all, I’ll be making more enemies with far more sinister plots than Louise and Susan. Guess I’m going to have to learn to escape. Maybe I should have gone for the fashion designer course? Hardly matters really. Doesn’t alter the fact I’m handcuffed and gagged about to miss my deadline.

I could taste Susan’s lip gloss. Maybe she’d take pity on me and let me go early? Didn’t count on that. This was going to be a long day…

Description
This is an old pic which some of you may remember seeing before of Anna Keyer and her first experience of being held captive.

Thought I'd share it again as the new Keyer & CHRYSTEL story on my website for Patreon Subscribers makes reference to this story. If you'd like to read the new story ("Uni Reunion") it's available to subscribers for $3 (or more if you're happy to). Check out my Patreon page for more details www.patreon.com/damselcomics

Anyway, here's the old story that went with this pic:

Keyer's First Damsel Report

I was never popular at university. I knew that and that was okay. I was here to follow a passion and become the best journalist I could be not collect friends. I didn’t realise just how unpopular I was until the day the big second year assessment was due in.

It started out normally enough. I woke up, my roommate Louise was still fast asleep (when her personality was nicest!), got into the shower and stayed there for a while relaxing, with my head back letting the water massage my head and run down my back. I closed my eyes and visualized handing in my assessment then going back a week later to get the result. I’d worked hard on this so pictured a nice A* coming back to me.

I got out the shower, plugged my hair straighteners in, dried my hair then tied it back before brushing my teeth. I changed into my favourite outfit, one that made me feel quite empowered, white blouse, pink cardigan, blue hot pants, white tights and my favourite shoes. Yeah, this was a good day.

Or so I thought. When I left the bathroom I noticed my bed had been stripped down to the mattress. Before I knew what was happening Louise and her vile friend Susan lunged at me and grabbed my wrists. Each had a pair of handcuffs and they clamped one end of each around my wrists. Holding the other end of the cuffs they dragged me to my bed and pushed me down. I struggled over on to my back ready to get up and give them a piece of my mind but Louise jumped on me, sat straddling my stomach. She held a finger up to her lips to tell me to ‘shh’ then cupped her hand firmly over my mouth.

Susan chained the cuffs to the metal bed frame, clearly enjoying herself and nodded to her accomplice when the deed was done. Louise took her hand off my mouth and climbed off me.

“Sit up bitch!” She ordered.

I wasn’t having any of that and lay where I was.

“I said sit up!” She screamed in my face. She grabbed me under my arms and yanked me into a seated position. This joke had gone far enough. I started to look for the safety release catches on the cuffs. My captors laughed as they watched my fingers searching the cold metal to no avail.

“They’re not pretend cuffs Anna,” laughed Susan. “If they were I’d have used fluffy ones.”

She leant down and whispered in my ear. “Maybe next time I will!”

“Piss off!” I retorted.

“Oooh” jeered Louise. “Someone’s in a bad mood today.”

I scowled at her. “What’s all this about Louise?”

Louise turned away and began going through one of my folders. She pulled out some papers and threw them on my lap.

“My tennis report?” I asked, confused.

“Yes, your tennis report!” Snapped Louise.

My tennis report was just a short article about the university’s tennis club. It wasn’t one of my best I must admit but my angle had been very positive and it had got me a good enough grade. I couldn’t think why I deserved to be chained to my bed because of it.

I don’t get your point.” I said, really confused.

“You watched one match and implied the club should get a new club captain did you not?”

‘“Well yeah I guess”

“Well thanks to you they have.”

Suddenly I twigged. Louise had been the club captain and had been ousted because of my report.

“Come on Louise, it’s just a club. No big deal.”

“It was for me!” She fumed. “Now I’m gonna make sure I mess something up for you. Be such a pity if you can’t get this precious assignment in today wouldn’t it?”

Now I got the picture. I was angry but didn’t know what to say. I knew I was completely helpless and was going to have to rely on these two to, at some point, let me go. All I could do was plan a good reason for handing my assessment in late. I decided to stay quiet.

They gathered their things together ready to go out for first period. Louise came up to me and tied a pair of tights between my lips as a gag then grinned evilly at me and grabbed a pen. She turned to my timetable I had pinned up on my wall and scribbled across it. I looked at what she had done. Very funny, I thought. I certainly didn’t intend to spend the whole week tied up!

“Have a good day” Louise scoffed.

With that she left the room. Before I could gather my thoughts Susan returned. I watched her as she scoured the room for something. Whatever it was she couldn’t find it. Then she noticed my straighteners plugged into the wall. She unplugged them and proceeded to wrap the power cord around my ankles. She pulled the knot tight and stood back to admire her work.

“Sorry babe but I don’t trust you.” She leant down and whispered in my ear. “Plus sexy legs like yours MUST be bound at some point!”

She turned my head to face her and cusped my face in her hands. I knew what was coming.

I felt her lips touching mine. Even through my gag I knew she was enjoying the moment. She smiled at me and went to leave. She paused as the door.

“Mind the straighteners Anna, they’re hot!”

“Susan closed the door and I was left alone. I assessed my situation. The handcuffs were real, only the keys or a good hacksaw would get me out of those and I had neither. I could reach the gag if I tried but decided not to bother. It wasn’t really stopping me from screaming and I figured even if I did get it off and yelled for help no-one would come to rescue the least popular girl on campus. I could think of a few people who’d already threatened to tape my mouth up and I didn’t really want to give them the perfect opportunity.

Susan had done a good job tying my feet but that was really just for her benefit. Saying she didn’t trust me. What was I going to do, stand up and drag a bed around with me looking for someone to save me?

I couldn’t really do anything but wait. As I sat there I began to think about my career options. If I was going to become a super, sleuth, investigative journalist snooping around bad guys hideouts and stuff then I guess I should expect this kinda thing. After all, I’ll be making more enemies with far more sinister plots than Louise and Susan. Guess I’m going to have to learn to escape. Maybe I should have gone for the fashion designer course? Hardly matters really. Doesn’t alter the fact I’m handcuffed and gagged about to miss my deadline.

I could taste Susan’s lip gloss. Maybe she’d take pity on me and let me go early? Didn’t count on that. This was going to be a long day…