Soda - Late Night Hostage

She never saw it coming. One moment she was walking home along the quiet street, the next a sharp pressure against her mouth and a sudden rush of dizziness. The world tilted, her legs gave out, and everything went black.

-Ngh!

When consciousness slowly returned, the first thing Soda registered was the cold leather of a car seat pressing against her back and the heavy, unfamiliar weight of restraints locking her in place. Her eyes fluttered open behind dark sunglasses. She was already fully bound. Thick brown ropes crisscrossed her body in a tight, deliberate pattern. Multiple loops wrapped firmly around her upper chest, digging into the soft flesh of her large breasts and forcing them upward and outward against the tight blue top. The ropes continued downward in a diamond-shaped harness across her midriff, cinching tightly at her waist before splitting to secure her hips. More coils bound her thighs together just above the knees, then continued lower, wrapping tightly around her upper legs so that her knees were forced close and her black-stockinged thighs pressed firmly against each other. Her ankles were likewise bound, though the heavy coat and the angle of the seat hid the exact knots. A black seatbelt had been pulled across her body on top of the ropes, running between her breasts and locking her even more securely into the back seat. Her arms were pinned tightly to her sides by the ropes and the pressure of the harness; she could barely twitch her fingers. A red ball gag filled her mouth, strapped firmly behind her head, forcing her lips open around the smooth sphere. A thin trail of saliva had already begun to drip from the corner of her mouth. The beige cap still sat on her blue hair, slightly askew. Her brown trench coat hung open, framing the thoroughly restrained figure beneath. She was completely immobilized — chest heaving against the ropes with every nervous breath, thighs locked together, mouth silenced, and body held fast in the dark interior of the moving car.

She woke fully to the reality of her situation and immediately began to struggle. Soda’s body jerked hard against the ropes. Her shoulders twisted from side to side as she tried to wrench her arms free, but the tight coils pinning them to her sides refused to give even a centimeter. The ropes around her chest creaked under the sudden force; her full breasts strained against the blue fabric and the crisscrossing bonds, rising and falling rapidly with each panicked breath. Every desperate pull only made the diamond harness across her midriff dig deeper into her soft stomach.

-Mmph! Mmmfph!

A muffled, high-pitched sound escaped around the red ball gag — a broken, wordless whimper of fear. Saliva continued to trickle from the corners of her stretched lips as she shook her head wildly, the beige cap slipping further askew. Behind the dark sunglasses her eyes were wide with panic. She tried to kick, but the ropes binding her thighs and the seatbelt locked across her body kept her legs pressed tightly together. The thick coils around her upper thighs bit into the black stockings with every futile attempt to separate her knees. Her struggles grew more frantic. She arched her back hard against the leather seat, hips lifting a few centimeters before the ropes and seatbelt yanked her back down. The entire harness shifted slightly with the movement, rubbing and tightening in new places. Another muffled cry vibrated around the gag. Tears began to gather at the edges of her sunglasses. She thrashed again, harder this time — shoulders rolling, chest heaving, bound thighs trembling with the useless effort — but the carefully tied ropes held firm, keeping her completely helpless in the back seat of the moving car.