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It was freezing cold. It was dark. Sarah hurried through the rain. When she came home, her hands were shivering so much she had problems putting the key in. Finally she opened the door and went inside. She looked at her hands. They hurt and were all red because of the coldness. Fortunately, the way from school to her home wasn’t very long. Sarah took off her Jacket and slipped out of her shoes. She went into the living room, threw her school bag on the floor and lit up a fire in the fireplace. A hot shower would be the best thing now, she thought. She went into the bedroom to get some dry clothes. On her way she noticed the ballgag Dave gave her weeks ago. His fetish was the reason she had left him. Stupid present, she thought and went on to the dresser. She took a comfy white top, matching panties and a pair of socks (also white) and went to the bathroom. She randomly threw the clothes onto the floor and started to undress. She slipped out of the black vest with the school’s crest on it and took off the white blouse. Then she pulled off her skirt and the nylon stockings, all black. She didn’t like the feeling of nylon on her skin, but these stockings were part of the school uniform. Finally, she slipped out of her underwear and jumped into the shower. The hot water running down her shoulders was a true benefit.

When she felt warmed up, she turned off the shower, dried her body and slipped into her white underwear and socks. Then she went into the already warm living room. While the fire was crackling, Sarah made herself a cup of hot chocolate. With that she sat down on a comfy chair in front of the fireplace and hid herself under a blanket. She closed her eyes and listened to the constant melody of the rain dropping against the windows. A lightning brightened up the sky. Seconds later the lights were off – power breakdown. The fire was now the only light source in the room. Sarah didn’t care. It was warm and that was all that mattered for her right now. She just listened again – listened the rain, hitting the window glasses. Feeling the blanket’s soft fabric on her skin. And the heat of the fire on her face. It was a romantic ambience. She was thinking about Dave again. “It’s not your fault. I just can’t give you what you need…” – That was what she had said to him when she left him. This stupid ballgag was the reason. She was just not into bondage. Sarah has been really down that day. The day, she left him. A single tear ran over her face.

Suddenly a noise interrupted her thoughts. She listened closer – there was just the sound of raindrops. Probably it had just been a squirrel…She didn’t care about the noise anymore.
All over a sudden a Hand was pressed over her mouth and she felt cold steel on her throat. She didn’t have to think much to know that it was the blade of a knife. The attacker bent forward. Nearly touching Sarah’s ear with his lips, he whispered: “Listen: I’ll take my hand off your mouth – if you scream…” Sarah nodded. The intruder released her, just to grab her again and pulled her out of her seat. He pinned her arms behind her back and wrapped duct tape around her wrists. With her hands secured behind her back, Sarah got thrown onto the floor. The burglar pulled one of her socks off her foot and stuffed it into his captive’s mouth. Remembering the knife, Sarah didn’t resist. A strip of tape was placed over her mouth, holding the sock in place to gag her – at least she had washed her feet before putting on the socks, Sarah thought, while the burglar wrapped tape around her ankles. “Well, I guess you shouldn’t be able to distract me for now, sweetheart.” the guy said and walked away to search some stuff that was worth stealing. The tape dug into Sarah’s skin painfully. She wiggled on the floor but no avail. The bonds were just too tight. Her view randomly fell to her school bag. Her cell phone was in there! The bag had to be about 3 metres away. Sarah looked at the slightly opened door. She had to make it before this guy would come back! She tried to get on her knees in order to hop to the bag. She lifted her upper body – and fell on her nose again almost immediately. So the girl crawled over the floor, always fearing that the burglar could come back. Finally she was able to reach the bag. She flipped over on her side, so that she could reach the bag with her hands being bound behind her back. She rummaged in the bag, hoping to find the cell phone…there it was! She got it! Now she only had to type in – “HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK ARE YOU DOING?” Sarah, frozen in fear, dropped the phone. She had been too slow…the burglar was standing in the door. Sarah stared at the mad eyes peaking through his ski mask. “Looks like I need to secure you a bit better…” he said while approaching his captive. “HMMMPF!” Sarah screamed through her gag, hoping that somebody would hear her muffled voice. The burglar grabbed her and flipped her around, so she was lying on her stomach. She wiggled and screamed but the criminal was too strong. He lifted her feet and wrapped more tape around her ankles. Then he passed the strip of tape to her wrists, wrapped it around them a couple of times and then repeated the procedure the other way round, wrapping more tape around the strip that connected Sarah’s feet to her hands, making it more difficult for her to rip the tape, before wrapping her ankles a third and final time. This way Sarah was effectively hogtied. Next, the burglar took her cell phone, switched it off and put it into his pocket. “And now be a good girl and don’t try anything stupid!” As soon as he went out of the living room, Sarah began to struggle against her bonds. She tried to rip the tape that connected her wrists and ankles, but know avail. The tape was too steady and her legs were in an angle that didn’t allow her to tear with great force at the tape. She gave it up soon. Sarah looked at the fireplace. For a moment she thought about crawling there and overthrowing the rack with the poker to get the attention of some neighbours. But she could barely move and she had no idea how the burglar’s reaction would look like. Not to mention that probably nobody else would even hear that.
Suddenly Sarah heard the sound of footsteps coming closer. The burglar came into the room. He was holding something in his hand. He bent down in front of his hostage. “Look what we’ve got here.” He showed Sarah the crest on her school uniform’s vest. The eagle in front of the white and red checked coat of arms seemed to look tauntingly at Sarah. “If your parents can afford you to visit such an exquisite school, you should be worth quite a ransom for them…”

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It was freezing cold. It was dark. Sarah hurried through the rain. When she came home, her hands were shivering so much she had problems putting the key in. Finally she opened the door and went inside. She looked at her hands. They hurt and were all red because of the coldness. Fortunately, the way from school to her home wasn’t very long. Sarah took off her Jacket and slipped out of her shoes. She went into the living room, threw her school bag on the floor and lit up a fire in the fireplace. A hot shower would be the best thing now, she thought. She went into the bedroom to get some dry clothes. On her way she noticed the ballgag Dave gave her weeks ago. His fetish was the reason she had left him. Stupid present, she thought and went on to the dresser. She took a comfy white top, matching panties and a pair of socks (also white) and went to the bathroom. She randomly threw the clothes onto the floor and started to undress. She slipped out of the black vest with the school’s crest on it and took off the white blouse. Then she pulled off her skirt and the nylon stockings, all black. She didn’t like the feeling of nylon on her skin, but these stockings were part of the school uniform. Finally, she slipped out of her underwear and jumped into the shower. The hot water running down her shoulders was a true benefit.

When she felt warmed up, she turned off the shower, dried her body and slipped into her white underwear and socks. Then she went into the already warm living room. While the fire was crackling, Sarah made herself a cup of hot chocolate. With that she sat down on a comfy chair in front of the fireplace and hid herself under a blanket. She closed her eyes and listened to the constant melody of the rain dropping against the windows. A lightning brightened up the sky. Seconds later the lights were off – power breakdown. The fire was now the only light source in the room. Sarah didn’t care. It was warm and that was all that mattered for her right now. She just listened again – listened the rain, hitting the window glasses. Feeling the blanket’s soft fabric on her skin. And the heat of the fire on her face. It was a romantic ambience. She was thinking about Dave again. “It’s not your fault. I just can’t give you what you need…” – That was what she had said to him when she left him. This stupid ballgag was the reason. She was just not into bondage. Sarah has been really down that day. The day, she left him. A single tear ran over her face.

Suddenly a noise interrupted her thoughts. She listened closer – there was just the sound of raindrops. Probably it had just been a squirrel…She didn’t care about the noise anymore.
All over a sudden a Hand was pressed over her mouth and she felt cold steel on her throat. She didn’t have to think much to know that it was the blade of a knife. The attacker bent forward. Nearly touching Sarah’s ear with his lips, he whispered: “Listen: I’ll take my hand off your mouth – if you scream…” Sarah nodded. The intruder released her, just to grab her again and pulled her out of her seat. He pinned her arms behind her back and wrapped duct tape around her wrists. With her hands secured behind her back, Sarah got thrown onto the floor. The burglar pulled one of her socks off her foot and stuffed it into his captive’s mouth. Remembering the knife, Sarah didn’t resist. A strip of tape was placed over her mouth, holding the sock in place to gag her – at least she had washed her feet before putting on the socks, Sarah thought, while the burglar wrapped tape around her ankles. “Well, I guess you shouldn’t be able to distract me for now, sweetheart.” the guy said and walked away to search some stuff that was worth stealing. The tape dug into Sarah’s skin painfully. She wiggled on the floor but no avail. The bonds were just too tight. Her view randomly fell to her school bag. Her cell phone was in there! The bag had to be about 3 metres away. Sarah looked at the slightly opened door. She had to make it before this guy would come back! She tried to get on her knees in order to hop to the bag. She lifted her upper body – and fell on her nose again almost immediately. So the girl crawled over the floor, always fearing that the burglar could come back. Finally she was able to reach the bag. She flipped over on her side, so that she could reach the bag with her hands being bound behind her back. She rummaged in the bag, hoping to find the cell phone…there it was! She got it! Now she only had to type in – “HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK ARE YOU DOING?” Sarah, frozen in fear, dropped the phone. She had been too slow…the burglar was standing in the door. Sarah stared at the mad eyes peaking through his ski mask. “Looks like I need to secure you a bit better…” he said while approaching his captive. “HMMMPF!” Sarah screamed through her gag, hoping that somebody would hear her muffled voice. The burglar grabbed her and flipped her around, so she was lying on her stomach. She wiggled and screamed but the criminal was too strong. He lifted her feet and wrapped more tape around her ankles. Then he passed the strip of tape to her wrists, wrapped it around them a couple of times and then repeated the procedure the other way round, wrapping more tape around the strip that connected Sarah’s feet to her hands, making it more difficult for her to rip the tape, before wrapping her ankles a third and final time. This way Sarah was effectively hogtied. Next, the burglar took her cell phone, switched it off and put it into his pocket. “And now be a good girl and don’t try anything stupid!” As soon as he went out of the living room, Sarah began to struggle against her bonds. She tried to rip the tape that connected her wrists and ankles, but know avail. The tape was too steady and her legs were in an angle that didn’t allow her to tear with great force at the tape. She gave it up soon. Sarah looked at the fireplace. For a moment she thought about crawling there and overthrowing the rack with the poker to get the attention of some neighbours. But she could barely move and she had no idea how the burglar’s reaction would look like. Not to mention that probably nobody else would even hear that.
Suddenly Sarah heard the sound of footsteps coming closer. The burglar came into the room. He was holding something in his hand. He bent down in front of his hostage. “Look what we’ve got here.” He showed Sarah the crest on her school uniform’s vest. The eagle in front of the white and red checked coat of arms seemed to look tauntingly at Sarah. “If your parents can afford you to visit such an exquisite school, you should be worth quite a ransom for them…”