I was really excited as I walked up the path to my sister's house. It was her birthday and I knew that we were going to have a great party that evening to celebrate her turning 23. I had come round earlier to give her the birthday present that I had found in my favourite jewellery store, a gorgeous pair of earrings and matching necklace. I was hoping that she would like them so much she would want to wear them out in the evening.
I knocked on the front door and waited for someone to answer; checking briefly that her gift was safely wrapped up in my bag. A moment later the door opened but Sarah wasn't there; it was her boyfriend Graham who greeted me. Sarah's always been able to find gorgeous boyfriends and Graham was no exception, a little over 6 feet tall with dark wavy hair that I ached to run my fingers through.
"Hi Graham," I stuttered, "I brought Sarah's birthday present around for her."
Graham smiled, "Hi Julia. Sarah's not here right now; she went round to visit your Gran. I think she's not feeling so great and might have to miss the party so Sarah wanted to make sure she got to see her. She should be back soon; do you want to wait for her?"
I frowned, "OK I guess, but I can only wait for a little while, I have some things to do before I can get ready for tonight."
I followed Graham into the living room and we both sat down, making small talk to fill in the time.
"Hey, I have an idea," exclaimed Graham, "why don't you come and see the present that I got for Sarah?"
I jumped up, "that's a great idea, where is it?"
Beckoning me to follow, Graham led me up the stairs and past their bedroom door, to the smaller second bedroom. They barely used this room so I guessed it was a good place to hide the present so Sarah wouldn't accidentally find it. He opened the door and quickly ushered me inside. The room felt different to the last time I had seen it and I gasped as he flicked on the dimmed lights to reveal a dramatic change to the first time I had seen the room. Instead of the single bed and small table that used to be there, I now saw a thin cupboard next to a strange looking chair with some peculiar metal attachments and what looked like a workbench sat in front of it.
I heard the door slam and turned to ask, "What's all th..." when Graham inexplicably grabbed me roughly and pushed me forcefully back into the strange chair.
Shocked at this uncharacteristic behaviour, I reacted slowly to his physical assault and before I could even make a sound he snapped a metal clasp around my right wrist, pinning my hand high up on one of the metal attachments. The metal sound brought my senses back and I began screaming at him, clawing away with my free hand and kicking out at him, frantically trying to escape my bizarre prison. Stepping behind the chair he grabbed my free hand and I was helpless as he bound it in the same manner to a clasp on the opposite side of the chair. Still screaming and writhing I was beginning to feel terrified as his hand slid down my right leg, pulling it up and bending the knee back to clamp my ankle above my waist, my knee almost touching my elbow. Kicking out with my left leg, I couldn't get any leverage to knock his hands away, and with no other free limbs he quickly bound my other leg in the mirror image. I was now bound to the chair, still screaming incoherently at him, with my legs spread wide apart and my skirt only just loosely covering my panties. My long blonde hair had come loose from its ponytail and was now spread wildly over my face after my thrashing around.
Graham stood back, leaning on the workbench and breathing heavily he looked at me with a peculiar smile.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I raged, "Sarah will crucify you for this!"
"I don't think so," panted Graham, "You see this is all part of her birthday present."
"What the fuck are you talking about, you sick freak." I screamed at him, making him wince from the noise I was making.
