(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal. This story is pretty long, and it also features some very light female-on-female violence, so be warned. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)
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John never felt the needle enter his neck as he walked through the front door. All he felt were the soft lips that pressed against his cheek before he blacked out.
He woke up a few hours later completely disoriented, staring at the ceiling. He quickly realized he was on his bed. His arms were stretched above his head uncomfortably, so he tried to move them. He then realized he couldn't. His wrists were tied down. He looked up to the headboard and realized he was handcuffed to the bed. He had a wooden headboard, so he was confused as to how this was even possible. There were two heavy metal hoops drilled into the headboard, and two sets of handcuffs, one on each wrist, attached to each hoop. Two sets of fluffy pink handcuffs. What the hell?
John's heart started to race in fear. He tried to move his legs, but they were bound to the foot of the bed with two lengths of smooth, white rope. The ropes were wrapped around each ankle. He could barely move. As he looked down at his feet, he realized another horrible truth. He was completely nude. What the hell happened? Did someone do something to him? He broke out in a cold sweat.
John tried to remember what had happened. The last thing he remembered was coming home from work. He was eager for the weekend to begin. It had been a long, tough week, and he was looking forward to a relaxing weekend. The last thing he remembered was pulling into the driveway and then opening the front door. That was the last thing he could recall before it all went black. Then, another horrible thought occurred to him: What about Tammy? His wife was usually home before him. What happened to her? John started to panic.
John scanned around the room, taking in his surroundings for the first time. His breath caught in his throat as he saw Tammy, unconscious, passed out on a chair. John looked at her, and was relieved to see she was breathing. She was fully clothed, luckily. She was tied roughly to the chair, in what looked to be heavy scratchy, uncomfortable rope. There was a lot of rope on her. Each of her legs was tied down tightly against the front legs of the chair. Her torso was tied tightly against the back of the wooden chair. A rope was also tied around her upper chest, keeping her tightly bound to the chair. Her arms were bound to the armrests of the chair, her hands bound down tightly. Her head sagged down, unconscious. What had happened to her? John started to panic.
"Tammy!" John hissed quietly, trying to wake her. "Tammy!" he hissed. No response. John started to freak out.
"HELP!" John yelled out, "HELP! Please, anybody!" he screamed. Then, he heard footsteps. This sound nearly stopped his heart. It definitely silenced him. He just waited as the footsteps moved closer to the bedroom. John braced himself, waiting for the confrontation with the person who did this. The bedroom door opened, and John prepared himself to meet this monster.
In walked a woman. John thought that this woman was here to help him out. Maybe she had heard him yelling and came to free them. She looked at John for a moment, and then Tammy, before speaking.
"There's no point yelling. No one will be able to hear you." she said coldly. John suddenly realized this woman was not here to help. She was the person who tied him to the bed. She was the one who tied up his wife. She was the one who did this.
John took her in. She was surprisingly good-looking. Gorgeous, to be honest. Just looking at her, you wouldn't think she was capable of violence. She was tall, with long brunette hair that went down to her mid-back. She had a pretty face, with full, pouty lips and smoky eyes. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence. John glanced at the rest of her. He couldn't help but notice she was rather chesty. Her breasts looked quite large under her tight black tank top. She had long legs encased in tight blue jeans. She was walking around barefoot. She was very tan and she appeared to be in great shape. She would have to be to drag him up the stairs to his bedroom. Even though she was beautiful, John could tell she was cold inside.
"HELP!" John yelled out again.
"It's like I said, there's no point yelling. This house is surprisingly soundproof. Your neighbors are too far away to hear anything you yell." she replied lazily. John looked at her. She smiled slightly and walked into the adjoining bathroom. The sound of the faucet running echoed through the empty room. The woman walked back into the room with a glass full of water.
"Time to bring her into the party." she said, throwing the water in the glass onto Tammy's face. Tammy woke up in shock, inhaling loudly and confused about her surroundings, the water pouring off of her face.
"What the hell!" Tammy yelled out, trying to move and realizing she couldn't. She looked around and saw her husband tied to the bed, nude, and the beautiful woman standing tall over them.
"What's going on?" Tammy said, looking at John.
"I don't know. I just woke up and I was here." John explained. They both looked at the woman, wanting an explanation.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" John asked.
"I remember the first time I saw you, John. I don't think you saw me, but I definitely saw you. I saw both of you. Holding hands, so in love. And I was just so confused. I just could not figure out why a stud like you, John, ended up with an ugly little bitch like her." this woman explained.
"Fuck you!" John yelled out, defending his wife. The woman just smiled. She turned and pulled up a chair and sat down. "So that's what I want, Tammy. I want you to tell me what you did to land a man like John. As a single lady, I would like to know what you did." the woman explained, crossing her legs. John and Tammy looked at each other, sharing a look. They both realized this woman was crazy. Just nuts.
"Why didn't you just ask us? Why go through all of this? Why tie us down, why hold us hostage?" John demanded.
"If some stranger just came up to you and asked how you two met, you would think they're crazy." she replied, with a smile. John and Tammy exchanged another look.
"So, Tammy, I ask you again. How did you land John? What did you do to make him like you?" the woman said.
"You say it like I tricked him or something." Tammy replied.
"Well, then, what did you do?" the woman asked. Tammy rolled her eyes and decided to hell with it, might as well tell her.
"We met in college, our senior year." Tammy started. "We had a class together. We sat next to each other, and we had talked a little bit. We were taking an exam, and I was freaking out because I could not figure out this question. If I didn't pass this exam, I would have failed the class."
"So, you're saying you're stupid?" the woman interrupted.
"No, I'm not fucking stupid you crazy bitch!" Tammy yelled out before stopping herself, trying not to anger her hostage taker. The woman just raised her eyebrow.
"Please continue." the woman said.
"Well, when the teacher's back was turned, John whispered at me and held his hand out towards me. He had written out how to solve the problem on his hand. I passed the exam and passed the class. I kinda felt like I owed him so I offered to buy him a drink." Tammy said.
"Where did you go?" the woman asked.
