I Can't Be Found, Not Like This

At least he left my panties on me!

She struggled against the tight ropes, but her attempts grew increasingly feeble. The position and strictness of her bonds drained her energy quickly leaving her dangling from her wrists and whining into her gag. All she would have to do is scream when the doorbell rang, but there would be no rescue at this time of night. It was already far too late for visitors or packages or cherub-faced girls selling cookies. She was not even sure she wanted to be found this way. It was not enough to bind her so securely and uncomfortably. He had to cut off her expensive dress as well. She dangled there practically naked, her body beaded with perspiration and drool flowing from her gagged mouth. If only she could reach a knot, just one knot, but he made sure none were near her hands. Her fingers were useless anyway. They had gone numb ten minutes ago. Her struggles exhausted her, and she focused her remaining strength on not falling over. She feared dislocating her shoulders if she fell. The ropes crushing her shoulders together pulled her shoulders back so sharpy. Kerri did not even know that was physically possible, but she hung there a very pained and helpless proof of her own physical flexibility. She heard him upstairs again rummaging through her things. Panic suddenly overtook her. What if he wanted more than her valuables? She hung there ready and on display, and the only thing between her and his advances were a very skimpy pair of panties. He came downstairs with a pillowcase full of her things over his shoulder. She looked at him wide-eyed over her shoulder as he put down the sack and moved in behind her. Slowly he pulled down her panties as she cried into her gag. He slid them off of her ass, down her thighs and left them hanging off the ropes at her knees. Adrenaline overtook her exhaustion, and she thrashed in her bonds despite the pain. Then he laughed and smacked her hard on the ass. "What kind of creep do you think I am?" he asked. He told her that he would call the police to free her in an hour, and he wanted to make sure the boys at the precinct got a good show. Then he left after whispering something into her ear that haunted her for years to come. Then he left her to wait, pained, tired and knowing full well that in an hour she would become the most traded evidence photo in the history of the precinct.

A fun storyline for me focuses on the shame that a damsel feels at the thought of rescue. The bondage is brutal, and they naturally want release. The cost of freedom though is discovery in a very shameful state. The villain stripped ur heroine naked and left her contorted into an exposed position. The contrast of a need for release against the fearful anticipation of being found in such a state is a true mental predicament.