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Here’s a bondage story that reads like something rejected by every romance novel house in the land. Pirate captives always give good sport, but lordy! If this woman talks like she writes, any self-respecting pirate would have gagged her first thing:

Surely my fate awaits me upon the opening of the cabin door as I lie helpless upon your bed. Why have I been bound here in this manner with only my skimpy undergarments to hide my nakedness? And what is this strange sensation I feel, lying here nearly naked, waiting for my pirate captor to walk through that door?

I struggle helplessly with the bindings which hold my arms high above my head. I know not of the ways of men and women, other than the fearful descriptions I have heard in hushed whisperings from the servants of my household. And I fear my fate will be such this night as I lay here bound, helpless and naked.

From Nicole And The Pirates.

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• Titanic The Way It Should Have Been
• Captured By Pirates
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I can’t resist posting one more picture from Tickle Horror [link broke and was removed]. These girls look like they are having so much fun:

See also: gallery with rib-tickling.

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• Kinky Feather Roses
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Here’s a great still from 1994’s Caged Heat II, showing a female inmate being whipped:

I found the picture via the amazing Encyclopedia of Women In Prison Films.

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Some fun-sounding bondage in this story titled The Making Of A Harem Slave:

Her wrists were still bound behind her back, and the uncomfortable ball gag held her mouth wide open. Her captor took her to a spot in the room where iron rings were mounted in the floor, and here he made her kneel down. Quickly he fitted leather ankle cuffs, and locked them to the rings in the floor so her ankles were close together. He had forgotten to remove her bikini pants, so he did the job with a knife.

Christina shuddered and began to perspire in horror as her nakedness was exposed. Next he unhooked her brassiere. She felt cool air on her beautiful round breasts. How often at home she had stroked and admired the lovely maidenly bosom with which nature had richly endowed her, wondering who would be the first to be dazzled by her naked charms.

Her captor, who seemed to be an Arab by his dress, seemed to agree with his young victim, for he could not resist feeling the firm globes with his coarse hands. He went to the wall, which was hung with straps, chains, harnesses, and various instruments of chastisement unknown to the young American girl, and brought back a thin leather harness.

Carefully he draped this round her breasts, crossing over the shoulder straps at her back and securing them tightly to the cross strap that went under her arms. Then he lifted Christina’s wrists and locked them tightly to the breast harness, so that she had to bend forward to ease the discomfort.

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• Make Me A Captive
• Signs of Defeat
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Really, what’s a better use for a hitching post, than hitching some kneeling slavegirls to it? Then whenever you want, just pop out a ball gag and pop in some penis. Handy!

From Sex And Submission.

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Madeline writes about getting tied up, and the fun she had:

“Spread your legs,” He took my left hand above my head and put my right hand on my cunt, “show me how you touch yourself.”

I grinned and switched hands.

I licked two fingers, rolling them around my clit, playing. He moved behind me and rummaged in his bag, returned with a purple cuff and wrapped it around my right wrist. He took a length of rope and tied it to the table leg. He looked down at my body and saw my left hand cupping my pussy.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

I continued petting myself.

He cuffed my ankles in black leather and pulled my legs down, spreading them to the corners, lashing them to the table. As he stepped toward my face I saw a gleam in his eyes.

He pulled up a roll of duct tape and tore off a short piece.

“Yes?”

“Yes, please.”

I swallowed and tried to moisten my mouth before it was covered.

He laid the tape across my lips and smoothed it with his fingers. A wicked, wicked smile on his lips, he let out an involuntary sigh.

So very civilized — and I like the way he kept her busy whilst rummaging in his toybag.

Bondage tickling is lots of fun:

But you do need to be careful, because there’s nothing a girl won’t do when you’ve got her frantic enough. I think this one bites:

Watch out!

(See also: gallery with bondage armpit tickling.)

From Tickle Horror [link broke and was removed].

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• Hanging Like Ripe Fruit
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