Excessive Tie Up Burglar




You're home alone for the weekend. I know this, I've been watching for quite a
while. You've dozed off on the couch, just enough to not hear me coming up the
stairs. I creak open the door slowly and slip in the room undetected. The
chloroformed rag covers your face and puts you to sleep as I hold you down.

You awaken having been stripped down to your underwear. All the blinds have
been pulled down over the windows and the door is shut. You reach to rub your
eyes clear of the drowsiness but are shocked to find your arm had been
completely encased down to the tips of your fingers in plastic wrap. Your eyes
slowly travel down the rest of your body to reveal everything but your head
has been wrapped separately in the same confining plastic, forming a suit of
sorts. Your movement isn't completely impaired but you know you can't put up a
fight in your current predicament.

You look to the chair next to you where I sit, my tools laid out on the floor
next to me. You spot two massive roll of industrial strength pallet wrap, a
large bright yellow bone sponge, shop rags, a speedo swim cap, a mound of
small rolls of various athletic tapes and adhesive bandages, and a black
duffel bag filled to the brim with rolls of silver duct tape. "Who the hell
are you and what are you doing in my house?" you manage to stammer out. I can
see the nervousness in your eyes as I tell you "Do exactly as I say, don't say
a word, and this will be over as quickly as it can. Try to run or resist and
this will only get worse for you." You nod your understanding of this
arrangement as I command you to stand.

You place your already plastic encased arms behind your back as I wrap them
together with the pallet wrap. The wave of clear plastic circles around your
arms up to just under your shoulders, rendering them one useless, fingerless
appendage. You strain to separate them but there is no give to the wrap at
all. You put your encased feet together like a good prisoner as I commence
wrapping from your ankles upward. With each revolution of the seemingly
endless roll you feel yourself becoming more and more helpless. Even the
slightest tease of resistance against the wrap produces no results as I reach
the tips of your already thoroughly wrapped fingers. The direness of the
situation begins to sink in as your encased arms are pinned against your back.
Frantically you start squirming only to discover that you can't move your arms
at all.

I notice your squirming. "A wonderful thing about plastic wrap is that it
loves to stick to itself." I say to you "As if it weren't going to be hard
enough to get out of a cocoon of industrial grade plastic, you won't even be
able to budge a limb." I've reached your shoulders by this point and as the
wrap twists over each of them your fate is sealed. You know you have no hope
of working an arm free this cocoon. I look straight into your eyes and see the
despair as I begin to guide the roll of wrap downwards for a second pass. That
look gives me satisfaction, but I know something you don't: this is far from
finished.

By the time I finally cut the plastic from the roll, I've traveled back up to
your shoulders, wrapping you in a third layer. I can hear you breathing
heavily from the constricting coils of plastic that entrap you. You begin to
struggle as I turn my back and reach into the duffle bag of duct tape. It's
totally hopeless. Twisting your body from side to side is the only range of
motion permitted to you, and even this comes at great difficulty. As I turn to
face you with the tape clenched firmly in my hand, you start to panic. As
quickly as your wrapped form can manage, you start hopping away from me. It's
a noble effort but ultimately futile. I chuckle to myself as I snatch you by
the shoulders and quickly tip you to one side. I hold you off-balance to
emphasize my control. "Don't do anything like that again unless I say so." I
tell you as I steady you back to a standing position. "This is where the real
fun starts." I continue with a twisted grin, ripping the first silver band of
the roll right in front of your face. I plant the end of the roll firmly on
your ankles and begin to mummify you again. I wrap tightly and excessively,
ensuring that the newest band of tape covers at least half of the one before
it. The roar of the tape spilling from the roll onto your helpless body fills
the air. As the already inescapable plastic cocoon is tightened around you and
reinforced by an even more inescapable cocoon of merciless tape you finally
break, just as I'd hoped. I've spent an entire roll just getting up to your
knees before you begin to beg. "Please to don't do this! It's so tight! I
can't move a muscle! Just take what you want and leave you mani-! " you yell
as loudly as you can. Big mistake. In a flash the enormous sponge is in one of
my hands and the other has clasped itself firmly over your mouth. A series of
startled and frustrated MRRGGGPPPHHH's permeate the air. "Do you see this?
Yeah you do." I say as I glance excitedly into your terrified wide eyes. "You
know exactly where this is going." You shake your head frantically in my grip.
"MMRRFF PFMRREEEMMMSS!! (NO PLEASE!!)" Is all you can spit out before I make
my move. My gloved hand pinches your nostrils together as I ball the sponge up
and a series of stifled grunts escape you. Finally you give in to your need to
breath and the balled up sponge works its way past your teeth and into your
wide open mouth.

It doesn't feel as bad as you thought for a moment, but quickly in horror you
realize the sponge is expanding inside of your mouth. The mass pins your
tongue down and expands outwards. It quickly fills every nook and cranny of
your mouth. Your grunts and moans are quickly stifled as your cheeks begin to
bulge. Before the thought of spitting it out can even cross your mind, I begin
to plaster fresh strips of tape across your helpless lips. First two in an X
shape, then 4 more from just under your nose all the way down to your chin,
and finally two strips across the bottom of your jaw so you can't work the gag
off. "There you go, moan and groan all you want now." I say victoriously as
you close your eyes and lean your head back for the loudest scream you can
muster. What you anticipated to be a mighty MMMMPPPPGGGGHHHH! isn't even loud
enough to be heard over the renewed ripping sound of the duct tape. "Wonderful
isn't it? You're gagged so much that you can't even hear yourself scream!" I
tease as you continue you hopelessly continue your efforts.

Your head is sunken in defeat as the restraining bands of silver reach the
base of your neck. That same feeling of utter defeat comes across your eyes as
just like before I begin to guide the tape downwards. This continues until
every square inch of your helpless frame is covered in three layers of duct
tape. You look down at the mountain of cardboard tubes that once held the
hundreds of meters of tape how encasing your mummified body from the tips of
your toes all the way to your neck. I grab your head by the chin and force you
to look into my eyes. "This next part is my favorite." I say as I drink in the
hopelessness from your almost tearful gaze. I reach for the silver swim cap
which now matches the rest of your body and stretch it across your hair. With
a satisfying snap it comes into place, covering your hair and ears. "Fhmmhnm
hmlp mm! (Someone help me!)" is all that I hear from you as I pick up a fresh
roll of tape and set to work wrapping it fully around your head. This
continues for 13 revolutions and the bottom half of your face completely
disappears beneath the relentless assault of silver. I then break turn the
roll from your mouth to your chin. Wrapping up the side of your head, over the
top, and back down the other side, which firmly presses your jaws together,
holding the gag in place even tighter. Satisfied with that stage of the gag I
pick up two of the shop rags sitting on the ground and fold the up into a
thick solid rectangle of cloth. I place this muffling over where your mouth
used to be before setting it in place with a roll of black coban. I expend the
entire roll securing you new psudeo mouth stuffing in place before wrapping a
final layer of silver duct tape over the entire lower half of your face again
the finish you off.

Sufficiently satisfied by the look of complete helplessness in your eyes, I
take a moment to listen to the garbled grunts and moans that still work their
way to the surface. I want to hear you really scream so I begin to push you
buttons. "You are so helpless right now, and totally at my mercy. How does
that make you feel?" I prod, but you are beyond acknowledging my taunts at
this point. "I know you're alone here for several days. You're all mine for
the foreseeable future. If you ever make a single bit of progress with that
cocoon, not that you will, I'll be ready to fix it right back up. You are
never going to escape." What I could only assume was an insult is mumbled my
way from your sealed lips. "Maybe I'll just leave you here for the rest of the
night to stew and I'll check on you in the morning. If you're good I'll let
you go at the end of all of this.. Then again, maybe I'll just wrap you up
some more and leave you!" I say as I give you a firm shove and you tumble
backwards onto the couch. I grab the helpless log of tape that once were your
legs and swing it around so that you are fully lying on the couch. I give you
a smirk as our eyes meet for one last time "Have fun struggling around all
night. Don't get too tired out though. I'm gonna want you to hop around the
house and give me a tour in the morning." I say as I move toward the door with
a mocking laugh. You're thrashing and wiggling around as much as you can,
which isn't much. Your face is turning red with effort as you muster up all
the might your lungs can to produce the pathetic, utterly muffled cries for
help and moans of helplessness that make it past your gag. "N'm wrhppmd mm hp
lngm h mhmmn! Hm GHN'T MHVM! HmT'F FH TNGHT! NHH GHN'T LMHVM MM LNGM THNF!
(I'm wrapped up like a mummy! I CAN'T MOVE! IT'S SO TIGHT! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME
LIKE THIS!)"

I shut the door behind me to see what I can hear. Not a peep of your most
desperate cries even makes it past the door. "Oh this is gonna be a fun one" I
think to myself as walk back down the stairs.