Damsel Drabbles Galore

Brian Bear

"Cute toy," Lucile remarked, pointing at the cuddly bear on Dave's shelf.

    "I've had Brian since I was born. I'll just get the takeaway."

     Hearing the door shut Lucile wondered aloud, "How I can surprise him when he returns?"

    "I've a suggestion," said Brain, rising to his feet.

    "You're alive?" Lucile gasped.

     "Indeed. I know just what Dave wants."

    When Dave returned, he boggled at the sight of Lucile bound and gagged with tape, writhing on the sofa. "How did you know babe?" he asked happily.

    'She didn't, but I did,' Brain thought smugly, sitting motionless beside the tape roll.


All Too Easy

"How easy was that? Who abandons an unlocked car in an empty car park? It's like someone wanted us to steal it."

      Terry and Simon slammed the doors of their newly acquired car, when they heard a thump from within the trunk. They shuffled over nervously and flipped it open.

     Inside was a young woman wearing a blue dress and matching heels, bound with plastic ties and gagged with tape wound around her chestnut hair. She wriggled about frantically, snarling into her gag while the two car thieves gawped at her.

    "I think we just kidnapped her mate," Terry gulped.


Men In Uniform

The three police officers lay on the floor, stripped to their underwear and stringently bound and gagged with grey tape. They could only wriggle and moan as their captors passed around their clothing among themselves.

     "One thing boss," Barry said doubtfully. "You know this plan to steal these uniforms and sneak into the museum."

    "What about it?" boss Nigel asked as he buttoned up his new shirt.

    "Well wouldn't it work better if we stole the uniforms of some blokes?"

    Pulling up the skirt around his waist Nigel barked, "Shut up and put on some pantyhose...no not on your head!"


Gift Wrapped

    "Santa, quick, emergency!" Crispin the elf cried in a wild panic, as his white bearded, red wearing boss came to inspect the toy factory floor.

       "What's the matter, where's Snowy?" Santa asked.

     "I tried warning her, but she got too close to the wrapping machine and fell..." Crispin
couldn't bear to finish the sentence.

    Santa stroked his beard thoughtfully, when his eyes were drawn to a peculiar shaped package on the conveyor belt. He laughed merrily in relief while Snowy wriggled against the green wrapping paper wound about her, her mouth covered by a 'Do not open till Xmas' sticker.


End Of The Line (300 words)

I opened my eyes to see a blonde ponytail draped over my shoulder, reaching the ropes wound about my waist. I carried out a quick spot check. Hands tied behind me? Check. Legs and ankles bound? Double check. Gagged with tape? "Mmmmmppphh!" Check. Sara Philips securely trussed up? Checkmate.

      I'd been bound back to back to another girl in a standing position, fastened against her at the feet, knees and waist. A long rope fixed our bonds to a rung in the ceiling. It was so taught that it forced us to stand on our tiptoes.  I felt her hands press against mine as we fought to retain our balance. I peered over my shoulder to see my fellow captive doing the same. I wasn't surprised to see it was the same girl I'd bumped into moments ago.

   A young track runner Jenna had disappeared while taking part in an international athletics championship outside Carrington. Following up a lead, I sneaked into this warehouse to find a blonde haired girl doing the same. She was called Ashley, a friend of Jenna's who had travelled all this way to rescue her. The moment after we decided to stick together was the moment we were grabbed by men armed with chloroform soaked rags.  

    I saw something placed on the floor beside us that made my blood boil. A profile picture of a gagged Jenna, beside which a note bragged, "Sorry ladies. We still have her –W."

   We shouted into our gags, angered at how Jenna's captors were mocking us. In the time it would take us to wriggle free the trail would go cold. I bucked and thrashed, even though I knew it was pointless. Ashley and I had been left at the end of the line, literally as well as metaphorically.