The Summer Project
by T.S. Fesseln
Part 2
Chapter 11
After setting the video camera up in his parent's bedroom, Jeff left to clean up the kitchen and the rest of the house a bit. He hadn't realized just how tired he was, even though the thoughts of his bound stepsister still kept him hard and aching. The rest of him felt as if he had just been through the Super bowl.
Jeff was glad that there wasn't much in the kitchen to clean up. As he put the leftover Chinese dinners into the refrigerator, his mind wandered a bit to the poor delivery girl and what she thought of watching Stephanie's struggles on the television. He was sure that the girl had a lot to talk about to her co-workers when she got back. At least Jeff had tipped her well.
Turning the light off in the kitchen, his attention was focused in picking up a few things in the living room. Though he was not a neat freak, he still liked to leave things nice. Who knows who might pop by, like Stephanie's Hispanic friend Kim? He imagined that she would be a handful and better not entertain such thoughts until he had his stepsister well trained. Still. . .
Glancing over at the entryway, Jeff once again noticed the pile of mail to sort through. Even though he was feeling bushed, at least he could do is sort them out so he could take care of them in the morning. Grabbing the pile, he sat down at his dad's antique rolltop desk and began his chore.
The third envelope Jeff came to was a violet one with 'I Saw What You Did Last Night' written in a florid script of purple ink. There was no postage stamp nor any indication of who might of sent it.
At first, Jeff thought it might be some vengeance letter to his dad. But, everybody liked his dad at the office and if the was a disgruntled homeowner, he was sure dad would have brought it up in conversation.
No. Jeff was sure that the letter was addressed to him and the thought sent a cold chill up his back. Were they going to blackmail him? Or worse, turn him over to the cops? Jeff steeled himself and opened the envelope, reading to folded note inside:
Dear Jeffery,
I saw what you were doing to your wife and I found it to be a heavy turn-on. When I got home, I kept seeing her and the way she was tied and the way she was REALLY getting off on it. I couldn't stop thinking of her and what it felt like. So, before I chicken out, I was wondering if you could tie me up like that, if your wife doesn't mind.
You can call me at ###-###-#### or email me at HUHTEUI@hluut.com.
I REALLY want to hear from you.
Michelle, your delivery girl
Jeff was so taken aback that he read and re-read the letter again several times. The ache in his cock got even stronger in the whirlpool of fantasies and scenarios that he thought would only be a dream. Quickly, he opened his dad's laptop and got online.
Certainly he wouldn't have to convince this Michelle about being bound and helpless in his company. What worried him is how to present his sister/slave as his wife. Once he had the Asian girl bound, Jeff figured he could pretty much force her to do things as he wanted. But it was getting her to trust him was an issue.
Perhaps having a willing slave would be more practical in breaking his stepsister down than another captive. Certainly he wouldn't want to have two unwilling captives to watch over, at least for now. No, it would be better if Michelle was a willing participant.
Of course, Jeff told himself, all this was moot until he met with the girl and found out what she wanted to do.
Hastily, Jeff wrote a quick email, telling Michelle he would call her in the morning to arrange a place for them to meet and talk, assuring her that his 'wife' was all for having another join them in their game.
After shutting down the computer and the lights downstairs, Jeff raced up the stairs to look in on his captive stepsister.
Stephanie was still there, her head enclosed in a white latex hood, her blonde hair made up into a long ponytail. Her wrists were locked behind her in a pair of leather cuffs. Steph's ankles were cuffed as well. The stark white of the cuffs contrasted wonderfully from her warm California tan. As she lay on her side, Jeff noticed a slight rocking of her hips, as if she was dreaming of some sexual encounter.
The captive girl was far from dreaming. The stranger's attentions to her in the shower and, in particular, the shaving of her puss, left Stephanie wanting more than just to be put to bed. She tried to strain her fingers down to stroke herself, but she was afraid of choking herself with her tethered collar. The pleasure of an orgasm seemed the only escape from the horrors that were happening to her.
Stephanie felt the stranger climb into bed beside her and scoot closer to her. His skin was warm against hers as he nestled beside her, his hard cock hot against her stomach. His fingers began to trace over her flesh, feeling each and every curve and shadow of her form. Stephanie moaned at his touch as his hands found her breasts and began to softly knead her nipples.
Gradually the captive blonde began to move herself against her captor, her body pressing against his. It was if her libido was shoved into automatic and she was nothing but an animal to her desires, even though she knew that the stranger was raping her, taking her without her having a say.
Like steam in a well-oiled machine, Stephanie's orgasm began to build. The stranger eased her legs open with his own and slipped between them, her cuffed ankles forcing her legs to embrace the intruder. The wrist cuffs bit into her back as he lay down upon her. He pinched her nipples lightly to near pain, stoking the fires within her even more. She could feel his hardness against her cleanly shaven mons and she squirmed to try to get him inside her.
With a gentle push, he eased himself inside her. It wasn't like the rush of the first time the stranger took her. This was slow and almost loving. Soon, she matched his rhythm. The slowly building pressure of her orgasm soon started to fill her very soul as she thrashed in her bonds wanting release.
He felt her need too and began to thrust faster into her. Her moans through her gag became near screams as he felt her quiver. Pure bliss raced through Stephanie as she felt him cum within her. Wave after steaming-hot wave coursed through her as he slowed his pace and collapsed on top of her and rolled off to her side.
Sometime in the deep radiance of the moment, Stephanie drifted off to sleep, exhausted from what had transpired. Her stepbrother was soon behind, embracing her helpless form as dreams of another captive filled his mind.
-o0o-
Jeffery was a morning person and as the day's first sunshine began to creep through the window he stretched and took time to watch his captive sleeping beauty. The sunshine made her reclining form look like a brightly polished bronze statue. 'All this wasn't a dream after all,' he thought as he lay there and watched her breathe. He didn't want to disturb her. Not quite yet. He had other things to attend to before waking her up for her morning shower and breakfast.
Save for having his stepsister a prisoner upstairs, Jeffery's morning routine didn't change. A quick cold shower first followed up by brisk shave and grooming before dressing for his morning jog. There was no way that she could get away bound as she was and he felt confident that she wouldn't wake for another few hours.
As he jogged around the neighborhood, his thoughts drifted back to the delivery girl Michelle. What he remembered of her, he found attractive. She had to be only a little over five foot in height and a hundred pounds dripping wet. She had a beautiful Asian face with smiling dark eyes and a chaste smile. Her breasts weren't huge, but nicely proportioned for her small frame and he remembered that she had a long, black ponytail pulled back underneath her baseball cap. And, most importantly, he could picture her tied-up.
He wondered if she had replied to his e-mail yet.
Normally after getting home it was straight to another cold shower and dress for the day, but Jeffery was really eager to see her reply. It seemed like an eternity for the computer to get to his mail, but it finally chimed 'You've Got Mail'.
Jeff's heart seemed to stop as he saw that Michelle had written him back.
Jeff,
It is so awesome that you answered me. I can't tell how much I have fantasized about what you and your wife do. And YES, I do want to meet with you. Mornings are better for me since I work nights. Give me a call, I will be waiting to hear from you.
XXXX
MichelleJeff carefully reread the e-mail again before picking up the phone and dialing the number the Asian girl gave him.
-o0o-
Sleep hadn't come easy for Michelle. After driving home from the couple's house, she went upstairs to her apartment to a quick shower and then curled up in bed. Michelle had always slept in just panties and tonight was no exception. However, she felt particularly sexy and her whole body seemed to hum with sexual electricity. Thoughts of rope and leather and chrome chain lashed through her mind until she couldn't take it any more.
Hoping onto the computer, the Chinese-American girl typed in a few of her favorite erotic story websites and began to find something to do with a tied up girl or girls and being raped again and again. She had a few favorite authors that she enjoyed reading and re-reading so she searched until she found something new by one of them.
Michelle could tell that the author was a woman that had enjoyed being bound and teased in real life. Michelle knew that there was no way she could fake that. As the tale spun out about an unlucky (or lucky) camper and an escaped convict, the heat in Michelle's womb began to grow. The batteries in her vibrator were very low but she stripped her panties off and began to massage herself with it anyway. It was one of those gel ones that was supposed to feel like a real penis and in some ways it did, but without much of a hum, it seemed dead and lifeless.
Nearly screaming in frustration, she quickly went into her kitchen and stripped a flashlight of its batteries. Just as quickly, she threw out the vibe's old batteries and replaced them with the flashlight's.
Throwing herself into bed, Michelle soon lost herself in her fantasies of being tied to her bed and being used and abused by a masked stranger. The erotic fires it stoked in her were getting hotter but still there was something missing. She put her hands behind her back and pretended they were tied, but it just wasn't the same.
Michelle was a well-read girl and she consumed everything on bondage that she could, including self-bondage. Up until this point, she was afraid to try it but she knew that if she could tie herself up, a mind-blowing orgasm was just around the corner.
The list of things she could tie herself up with was a short list: a robe belt, some leather dress belts and pantyhose & stockings. She opted for the later, pulling several from the drawer and throwing them onto the bed. Next was a clean pair of panties and a pair of scissors to cut herself free after all was said and done.
Opening her legs wide, Michelle eased the vibrator inside her. As small as she was, it filled her completely. Luckily it was the kind with the controls on a cord so she could turn it on or up with her hands bound behind her back. The Asian girl then took a black stocking and tied it around her ankles, cinching them tight enough to hold her but not enough to cut off circulation. She repeated the process just above her knees, binding her legs shut.
Even though she had read many times about having a girl gagged with her own panties, Michelle wasn't about to do it with the ones she was just wearing. However, the clean black pair she had just laid out for herself would work wonderfully. Carefully folding it, she stuck the wad into her small mouth and wrapped another stocking over the mouth, knotting it into place. Michelle tried a few muffled grunts and squeals and found the gag effective if not a little uncomfortable.
Picking up another one of her black nylons, she tied a slip-knot in one of it and tied it ends to the one binding her ankles together. She tested it to see if she could easily slip her wrists into it before going on. Satisfied that she could, she took one other black nylon stocking and cut it in half. Feeding both arms into the opening, she managed to slowly work the nylon up until it bound her elbows together behind her back.
Carefully, Michelle placed the scissors on her nightstand and looped the slip-knot around her wrists. Pulling it tight Michelle found she had placed herself into a wonderful hogtie and not a minute too soon. The erotic embers burning inside of her were quickly racing through her as her fingers found the vibrators controls and turned it on high.
It was like dosing a campfire with gasoline. White-hot pleasure ripped through Michelle, causing her to buck uncontrollably in her bonds. Wave after fiery wave of pleasure rushed through the Asian girl, exhausting her as she struggled and writhed on her bed. Finally, as the batteries ebbed yet again in her vibe, she slowly drifted off to sleep still a self-made captive.
She didn't know how long she slept but she awoke with the sun just starting to shine through her bedroom window and a dire need to pee. She was momentarily confused by her bondage, but soon realized she had nodded off still bound. Thankfully, she still had feeling in her fingers as she squirmed to her nightstand and towards the scissors that would free her. Twice she thought she had almost lost them but with a little effort and a little good luck, she snipped her wrist bindings away soon followed by the others. Dashing off the bed, she would undo her gag after she relieved herself.
As she thought about last night and the note she left for that one couple, she could not wait to check her e-mail.
Chapter 12
There was a whirlwind of thoughts racing through Michelle's head as she climbed into the shower and let the hot water drench her in its warm embrace. 'Is 10 o'clock at the Bennigan's on 7th Street okay?' the man had asked over the phone and she had responded in an enthusiastic 'yes'. The whole of her being felt as taut as a bowstring with all of the wanton feelings that coursed through her. Everything else he had said was nonsensical hum.
The Asian girl soaped herself thoroughly with her loofah sponge, enjoying its coarseness against her skin. Every bit of her seemed awake and alive. She was starting on a new and forbidden adventure and she wanted to look as sexy as she felt.
After drying herself off, she pranced naked to her closet and began to pick through her dresses. Michelle was a girly-girl at heart and most of her wardrobe was made up of slinky dresses, revealing tops and very short skirts. She settled on a little wine colored dress with a plunging neckline and a pair of thigh-high black stockings. A pair of black high-heels finished her look, as well as a small leather handbag. As she turned and locked the door to her apartment, a warm, lustful glow filled her, knowing that she wasn't wearing any panties and one of the few contents of her bag was her favorite vibrator. In a few minutes, she would be seated across from the man that would tie-up all her fantasies with lots and lots of black nylon rope.
-o0o-
Jeffery's morning was a bit more hectic than Michelle's. His stepsister's training was to start today, beginning with a training tape he had made for her to listen to. He wanted to be there when she listened to it, but he decided watching the video would be just as good. Stephanie's breakfast would have to wait until he got back from his meeting with Michelle.
Stephanie looked so beautiful, sleeping there bound with a white latex hood encasing most of her head. Both her ankles and wrists were bound together with leather cuffs and she had a white leather collar locked around her slender neck. For a moment, Jeff hated to wake her, but he needed to get her ready before he went off to the restaurant to meet with Michelle.
Stephanie awoke as she felt the stranger climbing into bed with her and unfastening the leash from her collar. She had prayed that she would awaken from her night's sleep and all of this would have been an arousing nightmare, but now she knew it was as cold and harsh of a reality as the metal locks on her handcuffs.
Tenderly, he sat her up and scooted her to the edge of the bed. Steph squirmed a bit as if to resist, but soon she gave into his prodding. She felt him lift her up over his shoulder and carry her for a short distance to the foot of her parent's wrought-iron canopy bed. Her captor leaned her gently against the foot rail and let her stand on her own, teetering. The blonde then felt the leash being locked back onto her collar and tied to the canopy railing above.
There was some rustling around the bedroom as Stephanie stood there. She listened carefully, wondering what the stranger had in store for her. The waiting and wondering about what was about to happen put Stephanie more on edge than the actual experience. Her imagination was a much more horrendous tormentor then the one in reality. Her thought were cut off when she felt her ankle cuffs unlocked from each other. A brief notion about kicking the stranger hard passed briefly through her mind, but she realized that would help her situation little as she then felt something being fastened to one of the ankle cuffs.
Without a word, Jeff eased his stepsister's legs open. Again, she resisted at first but soon spread her legs wide enough for him to attach the other cuff. He loved the smell of her as he knelt down to lock the cuffs apart. Her cleanly shaven puss was so inviting and he was tempted to take her right then and there, but he knew he really didn't have time to do it right now. He would have plenty of that after his meeting, however.
After the spreader bar was in place he adjusted it to make sure that Stephanie spread her legs as far as she could without losing her balance. He tied a small length of rope around her waist, then paused and kissed cheek briefly through the hood, before kneeling down and attaching another spreader bar to her ankle and running it up the side of her left leg. Tightly, he tied the other end of the bar to the rope encircling her waist. He repeated the process on her other leg before adding several straps around each limb until she had become an 'A' frame and unable to bend her legs in the slightest.
Jeff stepped back and admired his handiwork. Already she was fighting to balance and her little struggles made Jeff's cock ache just that much more.
The blonde felt the stranger's fingertips slowly caressing her sex, sending little shivers of pleasure through her. God, he is doing it to me again, she thought to herself. Despite being bound and helpless, she was being sexually abused and she was enjoying it. Stephanie wanted to thrust herself out a little more, but she was very unsure of her balance and didn't want to hang herself on her parent's canopy bed. As soon as his caresses began, they stopped and caused her to whine into her gag in frustration.
Jeff laughed a bit, seeing her need. But there was more work to be done and not a lot of time to do it in. Kneeling down, he tied each of her ankles to a foot of the bed. He watched her tremble as she tried to keep balanced.
Stephanie screamed as her stepbrother pinched each one of her now erect nipples. The pain soon ebbed away as he began to massage them tenderly. Slowly, his touch got rougher, kneading her breasts and gently pinching her nipples to near pain. The blonde soon felt the stirrings of another orgasm lurking within her and Jeff could hear her little moans through the gag.
Her captor then draped a length of rope over the back of Stephanie's neck and over both of her shoulders. He then eased both ends under her arms and tied it tight, making a harness of sorts. Jeff then took both long ends of the rope and tied them to the canopy, leaving quite a bit of slack.
The captive girl felt the man's fingertips tracing her now swollen lips again and began to slide his finger up and down her sex slowly, easing himself into her but careful not to touch her clit. Her body began to thrust with the rhythm as the whorls of pleasure began to dance heatedly through her.
Jeff loved to see her body react to his touch, wanting so much more than what it could get. He slowly withdrew his finger and she thrust herself out to follow. . .
Stephanie screamed into her gag as she lost her balance and fell forward, and screamed again at the sharp pain when the rope harness jerked taut, arresting her fall.
It was perfect, Jeff smiled, better than he had dreamed.
His stepsister's head was nearly level with his waist and, if he stepped in back of her, so was her nicely rounded ass. He gave her a couple of playful swats on the rear before finishing up what he needed to do.
The idea for this came to him when he sat in the living room and looked at his father's old upright piano. It had been in the family for several generations and several generations were put through the torture of trying to learn to play it. Jeff remembered many a grueling piano lesson with the incessant ticking of the antique metronome. It was like a Chinese water torture to the ear: tick. . .tick. . .tick. Now, he was going to torture his sister with it, but in a much more cruel fashion.
Jeff placed the metronome on the carpet between his captive's legs and made sure the tip of the feather attached to its arm barely touched her passion-slicked lips.
Stephanie wriggled as she felt something tickle at her. It was slight and oh-so very arousing, taking her mind briefly off of her aching shoulders. She let out another small moan as he stepped in front of her and gently pinched each of her nipples. Inside, the heated winds swirled within her, fanning her desire... her need.
The cold pinch of steel onto her left nipple, then right, shot rushes of near pain down into her very heart. Her scream was more from the pleasure than from the bite. It was clear by their weight on her sore nipples that a chain was attached to each clamp and that with every little movement she made, there would be a slight tug that would send little puffs of bliss through her.
Jeff then clamped a pair of headphones over where Stephanie's ears would be. He would have to crank the CD player on high volume so she could hear it underneath the white latex hood.
Everything was set. The video camera would be recording everything while he was gone. Jeff wound the old metronome and placed it back where it was; the feather barely bushing between the blonde's lips with every tick. Jeff then turned on the CD player and left the room, wondering just how horny his captive would be once he returned.
-o0o-
This early in the morning, Bennigan's was quiet and very few customers were sprinkled throughout the booths and tables. Michelle looked around and didn't see the man she had delivered dinner to the night before. She obviously had got here before he had.
The Chinese girl felt as if she was a fiery dragonfly; so delicate, beautiful and searing. She barely acknowledged the hostess and set the menu off to one side, unread. Beneath the table, she opened her purse and felt the cool sleekness of her vibrator and she toyed with the idea of easing it into herself now. No, she decided. Perhaps when he arrived; while they talked, she would indulge this part of her fantasy, but not now.
The man arrived not much later, wearing a faded black t-shirt and a pair of tight-fitting black jeans. He filled his clothes as well as Michelle had remembered. A mop of dark hair crowned a square face filled with as much charm as his blue eyes and lop-sided smile could bring. He immediately recognized her and scooted into the seat across from her.
"You look stunning, Michelle," he said.
"Thank you," she smiled.
As Jeff looked at her, he realized what he had said was the simple truth. She was stunning. Even though she was slight in height, her curves fit her form perfectly. Michelle was not the delivery girl he had remembered.
"I really mean that. You are breathtaking. . .ah"
"Michelle, and you?"
"My name is Jeff."
"It's nice to meet you again Jeff," she grinned, "So. . .ah. . .how do we begin?"
"I think we should get to know each other a little bit and explain about what was happening last night," Jeff said.
"I have a pretty good idea of what was happening last night, Jeff."
Jeff blushed a bit. Even with his good looks and being in college, he still felt awkward talking to anyone of the opposite sex. In fact, he knew of several instances that some thought he was gay because he went on few dates. Michelle's directness was making him a bit uneasy.
"Ah, that," he said, "Well, me and my girlfriend have always dreamed of acting out a fantasy and this week, an opportunity arose to act out that fantasy."
"And what fantasy would that be?" Michelle smiled, "doing it in front of a Chinese Delivery girl?"
Jeff paused, "A home intrusion."
Michelle had a puzzled look on her face.
"Stephanie and I wanted to act out a burglary gone bad. She is my victim. I am house-sitting for my parents while they are on vacation so that allows us to live out this rape fantasy."
"You mean she is always tied-up? Twenty-four seven?" Michelle asked in disbelief.
Jeff smiled, "Yes."
"And she is tied-up right now?"
Jeff nodded his head.
"Yes," he whispered, "Right now she tightly tied to the foot of the bed, her legs tied wide open while a feather tickles her pussy."
"Oh my god," Michelle breathed.
A million visions whirled through Michelle's mind, all involved her, Jeff, and several feet of rope. She had forgot about the vibrator in her purse. All she wanted was to be bound and fucked. Right now.
"I have discussed this before with my girlfriend; about having a third person join us. We had always thought it would be another guy helping with her 'abuse'. But I know she would be fine with you being there as well."
The lies spilled from his lips like a well-played instrument. He wanted to bind her so bad he ached, but he also could see that having a willing partner in this could have many advantages as well. . . . at least, in the short term.
"However. I need to know a few things about you and I am sure you have a few questions to ask about me," Jeff continued.
The conversation continued in a hushed fashion over fries and a couple of cokes. Intimate questions were asked and answered until both were satisfied about the others wants and desires.
It was decided that while Michelle was at work, Jeff would drop off a box at her apartment's office. In it she would find some items and instructions on how to present herself tonight. Tomorrow was Sunday and Michelle would have both Sunday and Monday off, not having to show up for work until Tuesday evening for deliveries. Michelle didn't know how she was going to make it through her shift tonight but she knew she had to. Hopefully it would be busy and time would fly by fast.
-o0o-
Stephanie wanted to die. At least then the torture would stop. The CD had ended a few minutes ago and now all she had to concentrate on was the feather lightly tickling her pussy.
There was no way for her to wiggle or squirm her way closer to the slowly ticking feather, waving back and forth, brushing through her slit only briefly, before leaving again. Time after time, sending little breaths of pleasure through her but never enough to cascade her over the edge.
The captive girl tried to remember all of the instructions given to her on the recording. Even though they were repeated again and again by the same metallic voice, she still had a hard time remembering. What wasn't hard to remember was the punishment for getting it wrong: 10 cuts of the riding crop across any part of her body he desired. The thought of that made her cringe.
All the instructions were about touches of the riding crop and what she was to do when she felt them. For instance, if she felt a tap of the riding crop on her thigh, she was to spread her legs as wide as possible. A tap on her ass, she would present it to him, showing off her sex. The list contained some twenty commands and she believed she had remembered them all, but the blonde wasn't sure.
Stephanie didn't know how much time had gone by, but a slight tap to the top of her head let her know that the stranger was there now and that she was to lift her head to him.
The feather was still teasing her, but now she had something else to focus on. As she lifted her head, she could feel her ballgag being unbuckled and then he took it from her lips. The relief was brief, however. She felt the steel ring of the other gag being forced behind her teeth, forcing her mouth open again and soon it was fastened tightly behind her neck.
Jeff undressed quickly. His cock had been aching with lust ever since this morning. Grabbing his stepsister's head, he eased himself into her mouth and began to thrust. She matched his movements as much as she could, knowing what punishments might await her if she didn't.
Though Stephanie hadn't been with him long, she could feel the signs when he was going to cum. She worked her lips over his shaft and did what she could. Suddenly, just when she thought he was about to cum, he pulled himself out and quickly put a small pill on her tongue, before thrusting himself back in. It only took a few more strokes before she felt her mouth filled with the saltiness of his semen. She did not want to swallow the unknown pill but instead of withdrawing, he kept himself inside he mouth: forcing her to swallow both the pill and his cum. Only when she did, did he pull back.
As Stephanie hung there, drool and semen dripping from her lips, she realized just what pill she had forced her to take. It was her birth control pill.
Jeff grinned as he watched his blonde captive's revulsion to what he had forced her to do. He couldn't wait to get his second wind. They had a whole day ahead of them before Michelle would arrive and he wanted to see just how many of the commands she had learned.
-end of part 2-
Chapter 13
Jeff eased himself down onto the carpet and drank in the picture of his stepsister Stephanie. Her lithe body was glistening with the efforts of the last hour or so: the effort of being hung forward as she was; the effort of trying to cum and not being able to and the effort of giving Jeff a wonderful blowjob. Her head was still encased in a white latex hood with her long, blonde hair pulled through the back in a ponytail. Little strings of drool dripped off of the steel ring gag fastened in her mouth. The nipple clamps, chain running between them, still pinched her nipples firmly. Stephanie's wrists were locked behind her with a pair of leather handcuffs and her fingers would flutter and clinch as she hung there.
The metronome finally gave its last tick as the feather attached to it gave her clit one last tickle; it's tendril drooping and damp. The captive girl's desire was still churning ball of flame within her and she had no way of quenching it.
Seeing his sister like that, Jeff felt a bit sorry for her. He felt his cock start to grow hard again and decided that it might be time to let her have a little pleasure before going on with her training.
Stephanie felt the stranger step in back of her and gently caress her ass. She tried to thrust back to him, but tied as she was, she could really do little. The spreader bar that held her ankles wide and the 2 bars holding her legs in place gave her very little slack to show her want.
A bolt of pure bliss shot through her whole being as he slid his finger inside her. She felt his hard, hot shaft against her as he leaned into her. The smell of own need filled her nostrils as he wiped his finger on her upper lip.
Stephanie moaned loudly as he entered her. She churned back, gripping him as much as possible. With every thrust, she could feel her orgasm rising; clawing its way over the edge. Faster and faster she bucked and squirmed and moaned as a blur of rapture swarmed inside.
Then Stephanie came.
It was a blast furnace of pure bliss that seared her to her core. Wave after heated wave erupted through her without seeming to end as she thrashed in her bonds.
Then she felt him cum inside her, sending another white-hot storm of joy through her.
Jeff thrust into her another few strokes then withdrew. He stumbled over into the bed and collapsed. His captive was still twitching in the aftermath, sagging in the ropes, spent.
To Stephanie, it seemed like hours before she felt his touch again. Her whole body seemed to quiver as he eased her up into a standing position. She felt the cuffs unlock from her ankles and the buckles along her legs unfastened until she could weakly stand on her own. Her rope harness came off next and the she felt her leash being pulled gently and she reluctantly followed.
She had never felt as drained after sex as she did right now. She had had very strenuous bedroom activities before, but nothing that made her want to just collapse and do nothing. Stephanie supposed it was a perfect storm of stress and pent-up desires that pushed her to exhaustion. Now she had to concentrate just putting one bare foot in front of the other.
The cool tile of the bathroom floor woke her up a bit as the stranger guided her to the bidet and sat her down. Just how helpless she was had never been so clear to Stephanie. Yesterday was a kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations, but now, everything was as real as a concrete wall. Stephanie was his prisoner in her own home for the long term and there was little she could do about it other than praying that Jeff might rescue her.
Chapter 14
Alone.
Stephanie knew she was alone, standing there bound, gagged, blind and bare-assed. She was somewhere in her parent's room, but she wasn't sure exactly where. But she knew the stranger had left her here in her own little one-girl prison. Alone.
Her head was enclosed in some latex mask that covered most of her head and face and her lips were sealed behind several swatches of tape. A collar, not unlike a dog's collar, encircled her throat and she could feel the chain leash dangling down between her breasts. Her wrists and arms were sheathed in some sort of lace-up glove behind her back that, try as she might, she could not get even a little slack out of. Lastly, her ankles were cuffed together and her big toes were lashed together with twine.
So she stood there, alone.
The stranger hadn't left her with any instructions. Stephanie had no idea how long she was going to have to stand there or if she would be punished for moving. What he had left her with was the warm afterglow of an orgasm. It lingered in her like a red-coal, wanting to ignite again. And there was nothing she could do about it.
It all had happened so quickly that she really hadn't had a chance to reflect what had happened to her until now. She was being turned into a sex slave, Stephanie was sure of that. The training CD was probably going to be the first of many and she knew was going to be abused again and again until the stranger had had his fill of her bound charms.
This morning's shower did give Stephanie a little hope, however. Being able to wash herself was wonderful. She could finally use her hands for the first time in nearly a day to do something. It was a freedom, though a supervised one. But it was a small freedom none-the-less.
Perhaps taking care of Stephanie was more trying than the stranger thought. She imagined that it was just as tiring shepherding her as it was being herded.
Then there was this morning. THE orgasm. Stephanie wasn't a nun and she enjoyed sex quite a bit, but she had never had an orgasm for that long and that intense. The frustration of her pussy being tickled over a long time and not being able to get herself off was probably one of the reasons for it. But that couldn't be the sole reason.
Perhaps she liked being dominated.
The thought sent a chill through her. No. She was being forced to have sex with this stranger. She was being raped. Yet, she was enjoying the sex, even craving it on most levels. The pleasure she was experiencing now was far more intense than she had ever felt before. It was impossible to ignore. She could never feel that way again without ropes and leather, she was sure of it.
The fact was Stephanie enjoyed being tied-up and dominated. As hard as it was to come to that conclusion, it was a fact that was impossible for Stephanie to escape.
If Stephanie did enjoy being dominated, it didn't change the fact that she was being raped and tortured. She kept telling herself that, but the wanton warmness in her stomach told her otherwise.
Then Stephanie realized something else. She needed to go. Her captor hadn't let her use the restroom since before breakfast. It wasn't to the point of peeing all over herself, but she would need to get to the toilet soon. Any punishment for moving wouldn't be a bad as one for soiling herself and her parent's carpet. She was sure of that.
The ankle cuffs were locked together tightly and the string around her toes was taut. An inch was about all she could manage to shuffle. She took a few more hobbled steps, trying to go in one direction. Stephanie figured once she hit a wall or a piece of furniture, she could figure out where in the room she was as navigate from there. She knew the room well enough that she believed she could do it. It was slow going and the blonde tried to concentrate on the task at hand. But her mind kept wondering back to this morning and she could feel her libido kick-starting her desire again and there was no way to satisfy it.
Focus.
Then her toe hit something. She shuffled a bit more, trying to feel it out with her body and her encased arms. It was cold and tubular and made of metal. . .mom's exercise bike! Stephanie now knew where she was. She was in the corner of the bedroom near the window. . .
The window! That's it. She could stand in front of the window and someone would see her and call the cops.
The captive girl started to shuffle to the window when she felt her foot get tangled in something. . .a piece of cloth. She tried to back up a bit but began to lose her balance.
Stephanie screamed a muffled scream as she fell down, taking part of the curtain with her. Luckily, she landed on her butt and didn't hurt herself. She had forgot about the large pillows her mother had strewn in front of the windows 'to lounge on'. Those pillows saved Steph from getting injured more seriously.
Now that she was on the ground, Stephanie found she could scoot around a bit faster. She still needed to go. After that she would try for the window again after kicking the pillows out of the way.
Slowly she used her legs and scooted her butt across the carpet, using her bound arms to guide herself. Eventually she found the bed. All she had to do is follow around it to the other side and wriggle her way to the bathroom door on the opposite wall.
The journey seemed to take forever but finally she was on the other side of the bed. She figured she was about in the center when she wriggled towards where the bathroom doorway was, praying that the door was left open. It didn't take long for her to feel the cool tile on her rear. She had made it to the bathroom.
Pushing herself along, she felt the bidet against her back. Now came the hard part. Stephanie curled her legs under herself and pushed herself into a kneeling position. Using her bound arms, she leveraged herself up and onto the toilet seat. She wiggled a little bit until she was in a better position before relieving herself.
Moving around bound as she was was harder than she had imagined it would be. Stephanie suddenly realized how tired she really was. Stephanie found the foot pedal flush on the floor and pushed it. The warm water cleaned her as it flushed. It also re-awakened her lust. Stephanie was horny and she could do nothing about it.
She could do something about getting some rest. Slowly, she stood up. A very tricky balancing act but she did it. Now she shuffled across the bathroom into the bedroom again. Again, it seemed liked it took forever but finally she felt her leg hit the mattress. She wriggled around to seat herself when her arm hit something. . . the pole to the canopy over the bed.
The blonde hobbled closer to it, pressing its length along her body to stabilize herself.
Then she wondered. . .
Stephanie knew what her parent's wrought-iron canopy bed looked like. She knew that there was an old-fashioned footboard with bars running across it. The blonde was pretty sure that she could straddle the bar, even tied the way she was. She would have to be careful not to fall over onto the other side.
The bound girl seated herself on the bed and struggled until she was well onto the mattress. She eased herself down until she was laying against the foot posts and bars. Wriggling into position, she rolled over until she could get her knee up over the bar. It took some effort, but she finally managed to get herself straddling the bar using her cuffed feet for support. Her weight was now fully on her sex, where she wanted it.
Even though Steph was tired, she was also horny and relieving that took precedence over sleep.
Slowly, Stephanie began to rock her hips, rubbing herself on the bar. With each thrust, a new ripple of pleasure shuddered through her. She could feel the climax building within her like a wave about to burst through a dam. Faster and faster she bucked until she was swallowed by a crashing wave of bliss. Stephanie let in engulf her until should could take no more and let herself slip over onto the bed, where she laid panting through her gag.
-o0o-
Jeff had been to this store several times before, mainly for bondage DVD's. However, he had on more than one occasion browsed through their leather section. He had about $300.00 he could spend on Michelle's toys, so he had to be very selective. First, he selected a small black-leather gag. Michelle had a small mouth and he didn't want to strain her jaws. Jeff also got her a chrome and leather ring gag that he thought would fit her as well.
The set of black leather wrist and ankle cuffs were the most expensive, but they had small padlocks so that he could lock them and keep the keys himself. He also selected several black leather straps, a black leather collar with lead and finally, a leather head-harness with blindfold. He ended up paying a little more than he wanted to, but for what was to come, those items would be priceless.
He stopped off at Target to get a nice red gift box and crepe paper and sat in his car getting the package ready. The ring gag, head harnes and straps he kept for later, but the rest he unpackaged and set into the box along with the instructions for her he had written out before leaving the house. After taping the lid down, he placed a card with Michelle's name and address written on it along with a red rose he had clipped from the garden.
Never in his wildest imagination could Jeff believe that he was going to have two women tied and available to his every whim. But that what was happening. All sorts of scenes played out in his mind as he drove to her apartment building. His cock ached with the thoughts of what he could do with them.
The office was open and there was an older woman behind the desk. She looked up and smiled as he brought in the box. "This is for Michelle Chang," Jeff said, handing her the package.
"Lucky girl," the woman smiled.
"I guess you could say that," Jeff smiled back and left, hoping his sister hadn't got into a lot of trouble while he was gone.
Jeff arrived home, unlocked the door and sorted out the mail. No cops. No parents. In fact he didn't hear anything upstairs. He placed the mail on a small display table and went upstairs and carefully unlocked his parent's door.
Stephanie was curled up asleep on his parent's bed. However, one of the curtains had been torn down and lay in a pile in front of the window. On closer inspection, Jeff saw that it was only the clips that had given away and he quickly re-hung them. He made a mental note to himself to chain her to the bed next time.
After making sure she was secure, Jeff locked the door again to get ready for tonight.
-o0o-
It was a long shift but Michelle was not tired in the least. In fact, her whole body felt as if it was filled with electricity. Her adventure was about to begin and she was filled with an odd mix of dread, excitement and wantonness.
After parking her car, the slight oriental girl practically ran to the apartment's office. There, behind the desk was Eric, the night office person. That is one thing that made her feel safe here was the fact that there was someone at the front desk 24 hours a day and 7 days a week.
"Did someone drop off a package?" Michelle asked.
Eric looked around. He was cute in a dumb brute sort of way, but definitely not her type.
"I don't see one, Michelle."
Her heart sank like an express elevator down to the basement.
"Are you sure?"
"Unless this one with a rose on it is for you," Eric grinned as he pulled out the bright red box and handed it to her.
"You bastard!" Michelle said, seeing that it was meant to be a joke.
"Must be some kind of guy," Eric said.
"You have no idea. Thank you Eric."
Quickly she took the elevator up to her apartment and rushed inside, almost leaving her keys in the lock. There was a rose taped to the lid as well as an envelope addressed to her. She quickly opened the envelope. Inside, there was a card with a single rose pictured on the front. Inside, there was a simple message, handwritten.
'I hope to see you tonight'
Setting aside the card, she opened the box. As soon as she opened the lid, the smell of leather enveloped her. Inside, wrapped in red crepe paper, was two pairs of black leather cuffs, a black leather ballgag, and a black leather collar decorated with chrome rings and studs. There was also a leather leash curled up inside.
And there was another envelope. It had the word 'instructions' written on it. Quickly she opened it up and read.
Chapter 15
Jeff found it a bit strange to be going through his stepmother's lingerie, but he had little choice in the matter. Stephanie, his stepsister, had little in the way of sexy outfits other that some lacy thongs and a bright red teddy that would not do for what Jeff wanted. What he wanted was some sort of corset for Stephanie to wear when Michelle came over tonight.
His stepmother, Janice, was about Stephanie's height and build. In fact, they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. Both had that long-legged, blue-eyes, tanned and blonde California look. Janice and Jeff used to jog together a couple of mornings a week and he could see why Dad was attracted to her.
What mother and daughter did not share was their taste in lingerie. His stepmother's taste was more to his liking: Corsets, garters and leather. Perfect for what he had in mind tonight.
Jeff heard Stephanie moan in back of him.
Jeff had hogtied her onto his parent's bed still dressed in only her bindings. A white latex hood covered most of her head; her long, blonde hair pulled through in back in a ponytail. A red ballgag had replaced the tape he had over her lips earlier and a white leather collar was locked around her throat. Her arms were still sheathed in a leather armbinder and he had locked her ankle cuffs to it's ringed end. Another pair of leather straps welded her legs shut so that she could hold the buzzing vibrator inside of her. Jeff had let her know through a couple of touches of the riding crop that it was okay to cum and from the sounds that Stephanie was making through her gag, she was trying her best to do just that.
Jeff had let Stephanie sleep for a while before training her some more. He wanted to make sure that she remembered the commands. She had, with only a few mistakes that brought a quick snap of the riding crop across the offending area. He was sure she was sore in a couple of spots, but not overly so. They had a chef salad as a late lunch/early dinner and afterward, a little more training. Stephanie proved herself well and now she was enjoying the fruits of her labors, grinding her hips and making a fair amount of noise through her gag.
Jeff laid out his choice on the bed next to her. He had found a lacy, white leather corset and white nylon stockings. He imagined that the corset would emphasize much and hide little. Stephanie had a white lace thong in her stuff that would match beautifully. He couldn't wait to see her in them.
Stephanie moaned again and this time Jeff decided to help her. He eased her over onto her side and began to gently pinch her nipples. He had seen his sister climax several times now and he knew she was close. He climbed into bed with her and straddled her, kneading her breasts firmly.
The bound girl bucked underneath him, huffing and moaning into her gag. Jeff knew she was cumming and cumming hard. He climbed off of her. As much as he wanted to take her right then and there, he wanted to save his efforts for tonight when Michelle arrived.
Stephanie had stopped writhing and lay there, panting. Soon he would get her into the shower and get her ready for tonight.
-o0o-
Michelle re-read the note again for the fourth or fifth time before she started to pack what few things she would need. Since she was going to be helpless for better part of two days, she knew that she wouldn't need much other than her pills and personal hygiene stuff.
The oriental girl jumped into the shower to clean up and get ready. The hot shower helped her to relax and focus. Again, she asked herself if this is something she wanted to do and the warm feeling inside her kept saying yes. There were a million reasons not to do it, but she was afraid if she didn't, she would always regret it.
Michelle slipped on a pair of blue jeans and a red t-shirt after she showered. There were no panties or bra and the shirt and jeans would go as soon as she was in the parking lot and safely behind the wheel of her car. Jeff had asked her to be naked underneath her coat but going past Eric at the counter like that was not an option. She would carry her coat and bag with her stuff out to the car and get prepared in there.
Even though the parking lot was brightly lit, she didn't think she would have a problem of being seen stripping down to bare skin. Michelle was not ashamed of her body. She knew she looked hot; all five foot nothing of her. She had a slender figure complemented by a pair on nice-sized breasts and well-rounded rear end. Her face was beautiful in the traditional oriental way with alluring almond-shaped eyes and small mouth. Her long hair was raven black and she kept in flowing curls. Michelle needed very little make-up in order to look spectacular.
The walk past Eric and out to the car was uneventful. As soon as she climbed in, she shimmied out of her jeans and pulled off her shirt, wrapping her leather coat around her.
"I can't believe I am doing this," she said out-loud to herself.
The drive through town was almost boring. It was nearly one in the morning and there were very few cars out. Jeff's parent's house was not that far away and she got there in about twenty minutes.
"This is it."
The front porch light was off and everything was painted in dark blues and shadows. There were lights on inside, cloaked by the closed window curtains. After she parked her car in the driveway and turned it off, all seemed very quiet.
Michelle grabbed her bag and pulled out the black leather gag. The smell of the leather alone was a turn-on for her. She forced it between her lips and buckled it tightly behind her neck. She then fastened the leather cuffs around her ankles, locking them tightly together with a small padlock. There were no keys. Jeff would have them inside.
Next came the black leather collar. It was a beautiful thing really, with many chrome rings and studs fastened all around. Again, she locked it in place around her throat knowing the keys lay beyond the door. Michelle quickly clipped the leash onto it, as the letter had instructed. Now all that was left was her wrist cuffs. She grabbed her small bag, put her car keys inside and locked her car door.
Even at one o'clock in the morning, the air was still warm and fragrant with summer. Her long leather coat made her more conspicuous and she hoped no one was watching her. Carefully, as her coat hung over her shoulders, she locked both wrist cuffs around her wrists and behind her back.
Michelle was now helpless.
Slowly she shuffled her way to the door. Even though her coat was buttoned, she did not want it to fall off, exposing herself. In her fantasies, it was never this hard to move about being bound. In reality, it was painfully slow.
It took her what seemed forever the reach the front porch. Only when she reached the first step did she realize she had a problem. The ankle cuffs did not allow her to make a step up.
Michelle froze, not knowing what to do.
The young girl was pondering the problem when the door opened and the Jeff stood.
'Having a problem?" he asked.
Michelle nodded, moaning into her gag.
Jeff turned a bit and turned on the porch light, bathing Michelle in a pool of light.
"I am glad you came, Michelle. I am sure you won't be disappointed," Jeff smiled, "Do you want to come inside?"
Again, Michelle nodded. She did not want to be seen out here like this.
"Okay, I will help you over the steps, but you first have to take your coat off."
The words both mortified and thrilled the bound girl. The warm wanton feelings inside of her started to boil again, a little hotter.
Jeff reached out and began to unbutton her coat. Michelle uummphed into her gag, looking around in apprehension at the neighborhood houses. Jeff gently turned her head to face him.
"Look at me," Jeff said calmly.
Michelle looked at him.
"Look into my eyes, Michelle. No one is watching. It is just you and me, here on the porch. You have trusted me this far, haven't you? There are only a few more steps until you are inside. Are you ready?"
The girl looked into his blue eyes and slowly nodded.
Quickly, Jeff undid all the buttons on her coat and let it slide from her shoulders. Even though she was slight in stature, her figure was as well sculpted as any Playmates. Her breasts, though not huge, were ample and were crowned with large, dark nipples. Her stomach was flat and her hips flared out nicely. A small strip of dark, soft fur barely covered her sex. All in all, Michelle was a picture of beauty standing in the porch light.
Jeff gently grabbed her and lifted her up the stairs and into the doorway. Once there, he took a hold of her leash and gave it a subtle pull. Michelle hopped as best she could to follow him, thankful to be out of the doorway.
Jeff took her bag out of her cuffed hands and laid it with her coat by the stairs.
"Michelle, I am going to ask you one more time. Are you sure you want to do this? From this point forward you will be a slave to my every whim. If you fail to obey me, you will be punished. But you will be rewarded too. So, Michelle, do you want to be my slave for these next few days?"
Michelle looked Jeff straight into his eyes and nodded. She was to afraid of losing this opportunity to see if this is what she really wanted in her sex life; a man to take control of her and use her for their mutual pleasure.
Grabbing her leash, Jeff led his new slave to the living room where she had first seen the bound blonde writhing in her bonds. Stephanie was there again, standing in front of the couch with her legs wide open. Her head was encased in a white latex hood and a red ballgag was forced between her lips. A white corset molded itself to her body, holding out her breasts and her clamped nipples. Her arms were sheathed in an arm binder and her white stocking-clad legs were held open by a spreader bar locked around her ankles. Michelle also noticed the end of a small vibrator peeking out of her sex. Michelle wondered if she looked as delicious as the bound blonde.
The oriental girl felt Jeff unbuckle her gag and ease it out of her mouth.
"Not one word, slave," Jeff told Michelle.
Jeff leaned down to kiss her and Michelle kissed back hungrily. The tongues entwined in a passionate dance as she tried to press herself closer to him. She could feel his erection against her hip even behind his jeans.
Warm jolts of bliss shot through Michelle as he began to roll her stiffened nipples in his hands. He pinched them to near pain, causing her to gasp. His hand trailed down to caress the soft curls of her bush and touching the edges of her puss.
Michelle felt his finger slide into her slit, slowly caressing up and down as he continued to kiss her. She ground her hips into him, trying to force herself onto him.
Jeff pulled away.
"Do you want to cum?" Jeff whispered in her ear.
Michelle almost said yes, but caught herself and nodded her head, remembering not to utter a single word.
"And so you will, but first I need to gag you again."
From on top of the couch, Jeff picked up the ring gag that he had bought for her. Michelle opened her mouth willingly as he put the ring behind her teeth and buckled it tight behind her head.
"Slave, if you want to cum, you need to make the other slave cum first. If you don't, I will hogtie you and leave you in the bathroom tub. Do you understand, slave?"
Michelle nodded her head slowly.
The oriental girl had pushed the thought of the other woman to the back of her mind when she had met with Jeff. She knew they would be bound together but she really didn't think that they would be servicing each other.
"She cums, slave, then you can cum."
Slowly Michelle hopped toward Stephanie. The bound delivery girl could hear the moans of the blonde from behind her gag as the vibrator worked it's magic. Before Michelle reached her, however, she watched Jeff give the bound blonde a couple of pats of his riding crop above her shaven puss.
Stephanie felt relieved that she was finally given permission to cum. She had been standing for quite some time and the vibrator kept adding fuel to her fire. However, she still had to concentrate on balancing and she was afraid if she climaxed she would lose her footing and fall to the floor.
Jeff helped Michelle closer to Stephanie, easing the bound girl down onto her knees. Michelle had never been with another woman before. Her past boyfriends had some videos showing some lesbian scenes but she never thought she could ever go through with such a thing. Michelle liked men too much. However, she was now locked into her fantasy with no way of getting out other than obeying Jeff.
With great trepidation, Michelle leaned forward and began sliding her tongue into Stephanie's slit.
Michelle's tongue found the bound blonde's swollen clit, causing her to moan more deeply. The pleasure was almost unbearable as Stephanie felt the stranger's tongue licking her. She could feel her orgasm rising like a volcano about to explode. . .
Stephanie screamed in shock as she felt someone grab her from in back and pull on her clamped nipples. She thrashed a bit, but the other stranger held her tight and the first one continued to tongue her sex. Stephanie's climax engulfed her and she collapsed, letting the stranger hold her as she was filled with her lustful rapture.
Jeff let his stepsister down to the floor slowly. Quickly, he grabbed a couple of leather straps from the couch and laid them beside her. Stephanie felt the spreader bar being unclipped from her ankle cuffs. Jeff eased her ankles back together and locked them. He then wrapped the leather straps above and below her knees, sealing her legs together. Stephanie really didn't care much; the vibrator was still humming inside of her, continuing to feed her orgasm.
It wasn't as bad as Michelle had imagined and seeing how Stephanie reacted made her wonder how it felt. However, she had little time to think about it as Jeff helped her up.
Without a word, Jeff led Michelle by her leash to the nearby sofa before picking her up and laying her down on it. The bound girl watched as Jeff stripped out of his t-shirt, jeans and boxers. Michelle saw that he was a bit larger than she had imagined; not so much length wise but much more wider than she had seen before.
Kneeling on the couch, Jeff lifted Michelle's cuffed ankles over her head, exposing her glistening sex. She parted her legs as much as she could as he slipped between them so her ankles were locked behind his back. A rush of pleasure went through her as he eased into her.
Michelle and Jeff were both hungry for each other as he thrust himself into her rapidly. Faster and faster he pumped and she thrust back to meet him. With every push, a new wave of white-hot joy roared through her until she was engulfed in it.
Then she felt Jeff thrust deeply into her, filling her with his cum.
Jeff held himself in Michelle as she continued to grind herself onto him. That too slowly ended as he rolled over beside her, her legs still locked around him.
In all her years, she had never had a lover that stayed inside of her after the fact. They all wanted to climb off of her almost as fast as they wanted to climb onto her. Jeff cradled her. Michelle could feel him as his panting slowed. It was a warmness completely alien to her.
Michelle felt him kiss her forehead.
"Did you enjoy that, slave?"
The bound girl nodded.
"It has been a busy day for all of us, so I going to get each of you ready for bed so we can have a full day of play ahead of us."
Michelle smiled around her gag. Tomorrow was going to be a wonderful day.
Chapter 16
Stephanie lay on her side in the after-burn of her orgasm. Her head was still covered in the latex hood and a ballgag was still fastened tightly in her mouth. She had gotten used to the leather sheath encasing her arms as well as the collar around her neck. Her ankles and legs were bound together and the vibrator that had been eased into her hours ago was still humming; keeping her on edge. The corset was the only new twist in her wardrobe of leather and chains and she half wondered what color it was.
The other new twist concerned the blonde even more, the second person.
In the whirlwind of her assault, Stephanie had always assumed just one person had done it. But now she realized that it would take more than one to subdue both her stepbrother Jeff and herself.
Stephanie moaned as another small orgasm rippled through her. The vibrator's battery was slowly running down but it buzzing was still very potent.
Michelle glanced over at the bound blonde, attracted by her moans. The oriental girl wondered what Stephanie was thinking in her blindfolded world.
Jeff had eased himself out of Michelle a bit ago and had disappeared upstairs to get ready both girls ready for bed. Michelle realized just how tired she was, having got little sleep the night before. However, it was a wonderful tired, one that she wouldn't trade for the world.
Michelle had been tied similarly to Stephanie. Jeff had replaced Michelle's ring gag with the ballgag she had been wearing when she arrived. Around her neck was a black leather collar and both her wrists and ankles were shackled in leather cuffs. Like Stephanie, Michelle also had a pair of straps tightly binding her legs together. However, she was completely nude.
There was a warmness still inside of her from her climax and it was like being hugged by a really wonderful guy and she knew she was hungry for more.
Jeff appeared beside the bound Chinese girl and gave her another kiss on the forehead.
"I need to get Stephanie ready, then I will come for you," Jeff smiled, leaning over Michelle.
Michelle smiled and moaned into her gag as Jeff left her to attend to his other captive.
Stephanie felt one of the strangers ease her into sitting up. She was still weak from standing all those hours and the orgasm drained what little she had. It was all she could do to keep from collapsing when the stranger forced her to stand. A tug on her leash was all she needed to start hopping where the man led her, trying not to trip and fall.
Jeff loved the way his stepsister looked while she hopped along. Her large breasts jiggled, her nipples erect and her whole form looked so inviting that he felt his desire hardening again.
Jeff stopped her at the foot of the stairs. He took a moment to press against her, gently pinching the blonde's nipples. Stephanie moaned again as another small orgasm engulfed her as she rubbed herself against him. As tired as she was, she still craved him inside of her. The vibrator was no competition against the feel of his hardened member.
Stephanie let out a little scream as Jeff picked her up over his shoulder to carry her upstairs. The smell of her perfume was still with her as he gave her a playful spank. She squirmed a bit, but not much as he carried her to his parent's bed to get her ready.
Michelle struggled to get more comfortable. The leather handcuffs bit into her back uncomfortably so she had to make do by laying on her side, facing away from the staircase and wondering when he would come down for her.
The Chinese girl was a bit jealous of Stephanie, even if she knew that she had no right to be. The blonde was a beautiful girl with long tanned legs and breasts a Playmate would be proud of. She was definitely fuckable. Stephanie also seemed to really enjoy her bondage. It was the first time Michelle had ever seen another woman orgasm in person and Stephanie really climaxed hard. Michelle blushed some knowing that she was responsible for it. Looking back, doing it with another girl wasn't as horrid as she imagined it would be. Not that Michelle had suddenly turned into a lesbian. She liked men too much for that. But it opened a whole motel's worth of doors for her sexually.
Michelle was startled when Jeff touched her. She had been lost too much in her own thoughts to notice Jeff was standing beside her. His cock was at full sail and she really wanted to be fucked again.
"Ready for bed, slave?" Jeff asked.
"Uuuuhhh-uuuuhh," Michelle moaned, shaking your head.
"Are you telling your Master no?" Jeff said sternly.
Michelle just looked at him, writhing her bound body, trying to seduce him.
Michelle gave a scream as he picked her up and pulled her over his knees.
Smack!
The Asian girl wailed as Jeff spanked her hard. His hand came down several times, each stinging like a wasps sting on her bare ass.
Jeff rolled Michelle back over and looked straight into her dark, almond-shaped eyes.
"I am your Master. When I ask you if you are ready for bed, you say yes. When I ask you if you are ready to fuck, you say yes. If I ask you to suck my dick, you will do it without hesitation. Do you get that, slave?"
Michelle slowly nodded her head, her ass still burning from her spanking.
"Are you ready for bed, slave?" Jeff asked again.
This time, the bound Asian girl nodded yes.
Jeff helped Michelle to stand and gave her leash a gentle tug. She hopped to keep up as he led her to the foot of the staircase. Just as he had with Steph, Jeff lifted Michelle over his shoulder and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom.
As Jeff laid Michelle down, she noticed Stephanie bound on one side of the bed. Her restraints hadn't changed though her corset was now gone. The blonde's ankles were chained to the foot of the bed and her leash was fastened to the wrought-iron headboard so that Stephanie could not move around much.
Jeff positioned Michelle similarly on the other side of the bed, locking a chain onto her cuffed ankles. He then tied the Chinese girls' leash to the headboard railing as he had Stephanie's leash. Jeff had made sure both were secure and eased himself between to two bound women after turning the lights off.
The spanking had definitely woke Michelle up in more than one way. She was hornier now than she had been. It was the way he demanded things of her. As he lay beside her, Michelle tried to squirm her body up against his. She knew his cock was still hard and she wanted him to work it off between her legs.
"Still hungry, slave?" he asked in a whisper.
"Uuuhh-hhuuuuh," she replied through her gag, rubbing herself against him the best she could.
Michelle felt him turn to his side and his warm hands began to slowly glide over her skin. His touch was languorous, feeling all her curves. Michelle could feel her need rise within her like a head of steam needing release. She moaned in her gag, nuzzling Jeff as he kissed her forehead.
Jeff's fingers brushed gently through the soft curls of her nest, gently probing deeper towards her slit. She thrust herself out to him as much as she could, but he drew away. Michelle moaned her disappointment but it had no effect. Then slowly, his fingers began to caress her nest again, delving slowly towards her sex.
Michelle thrust herself out to him again and again Jeff drew away.
The game was unending. Michelle tried to hold back but her need possessed her. Finally, his fingers slid into her, massaging her swollen clit.
It only took a few touches to ignite her. Her climax engulfed her as she bucked within her bindings. His fingers finally left her as she exhausted herself.
"Now slave, it is time for you to sleep."
Stephanie felt the stranger's movements beside her. Even though she was dog tired, the vibrator within her was still weakly humming its erotic song and keeping her awake. At first, she really couldn't figure out what he was doing. Then the movements became more rhythmic it slowly dawned on her there was someone else in bed with them. It didn't take long to realize that that person was another girl and she was enjoying herself very much.
The blonde felt herself getting flushed hot with jealousy. It was asinine at best, but she couldn't deny what she felt. Here some complete stranger was raping her repeatedly, and then when he fucks another, she sees red.
Stephanie moaned into her gag and tried to move up against her captor. Jeff felt her press against him and turned. His stepsister was clearly wanting his attention, pushing her hips towards him and mewling.
The blonde felt his erection as she pressed against him. She writhed the best she could, showing that she really needed him. His hands responded, kneading her erect nipples, sending more pulses of pleasure through her.
The stranger's hands caressed Stephanie slowly, too slow for her. He was taking his time when all she wanted to do is have him climb onto her and ride her until they both came. But that wasn't happening. His fingers roamed over her skin, avoiding all of her hot zones. He even avoided touching her nips now. Stephanie moaned her frustration but it did little good.
His touches seemed to last forever, touch her here; brushing her there. It fed her fires but did little to consume her.
The stranger's fingers brushed against her swollen sex; they traced around her lips lightly. Stephanie tried to open her legs wider, but the straps kept them shut.
Then Stephanie felt him trace a line above her pussy. It meant no cumming.
Jeff then turned away from his sister and nestled into his pillow to go to sleep, ignoring his stepsister's whimpers.
Yes, Jeff thought to himself, tomorrow was going to be more fun than a man should ever have.
-o0o-
Jeff awoke early, as he always did. He had an internal alarm clock that woke him when he needed to be up. Both girls beside him were sound asleep and he would leave them that way while he did a few things around the house.
It had taken awhile for Stephanie to fall asleep. She kept trying to rub her body against his, but he ignored her. Finally, she dozed off. Jeff was sure that she had been hornier than hell, but he had to show who was in control. It took a lot of effort though to not fuck her but it had to be done.
Jeff had awakened with an aching hard-on but there were other things he needed to do before he played. He went to his room and grabbed his jogging shorts and a t-shirt, put on his running shoes and then darted outside for a quick run.
The sun had just started to frost everything a golden yellow. It was going to be a hot one today but the morning's cool hadn't started burning off yet. Sometimes his stepmother ran with him and Jeff enjoyed the company. He and Janice used to talk about many things, including relationships. She was particularly interested if Jeff had any girlfriends and how serious the relationship was. Oddly, Jeff only dated casually and really never had anybody steady and Janice seemed disappointed.
The morning jog helped Jeff focus on what he needed to get done today and how to plan the day out. It was on a jog that Jeff came up with the plan to kidnap his stepsister and take her to his apartment for a week before dumping her back onto the street. Stephanie had always been a tease and the plan was Jeff's way of setting the world right. . .to show her that teasing can lead to bad things and she shouldn't do it. However, the plan evolved more than that when his dad asked him to watch over the house and his sister for the month that his dad and stepmom were out on their 'honeymoon'. Jeff had to rush around and get things together, merging all those early morning kidnap scenarios into a single, doable plan. He had done it. He had captured Stephanie and now he had Michelle as well, two slaves to do what he wanted with.
Just the thought of Stephanie and Michelle struggling in their bondage gave him a hard on.
Focus.
This morning, Jeff planned to mow the lawn. Fortunately his dad was a 'green' freak and he had bought a nice electric one. What Jeff liked about it was that it was quiet. It took him about an hour to get the entire yard done. Now, it was playtime.
Jeff poked his head into the bedroom. Both his captives were still sleeping, cocooned in their bondage. Good. Time enough for him to take a quick shower.
The warm shower felt both soothing and invigorating to Jeff as he quickly washed himself. He smiled knowing that he was going to have to take two additional showers this morning, one with each girl, before taking them down to breakfast and their morning training. And Steph still needed to take her pill. Michelle, as he found out at their meeting, was using one of those new rings for her birth control so he didn't have to worry about her.
After drying himself off, Jeff decided that it was time to get the ladies ready for the day. Michelle would be first since she was here voluntarily and would be easy to handle and get ready. He was sure Stephanie would be a bit more difficult because of last night.
Michelle was already awake when Jeff, still naked from his shower, walked into the room. Her shoulders ached some from being bound behind her back all night and the gag had caused some stiffness in her jaw. However, the little pains she endured did nothing to diminish the joy she had experienced. She smiled at him from around her gag. Last night had been wonderful and Michelle was looking forward to more of the same.
"Ready for your shower, slave?" Jeff asked.
Michelle nodded and sighed into her gag.
Jeff first unlocked the chain from her ankle cuffs to the iron frame at the end of the bed. He then unhooked her leash from the headboard and carefully sat her up. Michelle was glad when he helped her to her feet, and with a slight pull she hopped along with him to the shower.
The bathroom was a huge one with polished granite tile and a huge walk-in shower taking up the whole end of the room. An odd looking toilet sat next to the sink and that was where Jeff was leading her to.
Michelle didn't need any orders to understand what Jeff wanted her to do. He unfastened the straps around her legs to help her. The Asian girl found it hard to do it with someone watching but she finally did her business, blushing as she did. A spray of warm water cleaned Michelle and she realized that this was a bidet. She had only heard about them and had never actually saw one let alone use one. This weekend was going to have a lot of firsts, she thought to herself.
"I am going to uncuff you, slave, because water and leather don't mix well. However, I will be using something else to keep you secure."
The ankle cuffs came off first and then her collar. Lastly, he unfastened her cuffs. Michelle rolled her shoulders a bit, getting some of the kinks out as Jeff brought out several coils of nylon rope.
"Turn around slave; hands behind your back."
Michelle did as she was told. The way he commanded her was so much of a turn on. She was so used to being in the drivers seat in a relationship she was pleased to let another do the driving.
The delivery girl felt her wrists being tied together. Her wrists weren't pressed together, rather, Jeff had left several inches between them, cinching them. Jeff then draped a rope behind Michelle's neck and over the front of her shoulders. He pulled the ends back underneath her arms and tied it tightly behind her back, making a harness.
Gently, using another small piece of rope, he pulled Michelle's wrists up until they were just below her shoulder blades and firmly lashed them there. Jeff then knelt down and tied Michelle's ankles together. Lastly, Jeff tied a noose around Michelle's neck, leaving about three feet for a lead.
Without another word, Jeff led his oriental captive into the shower and turned it on. The cold spray caused Michelle to squeal, but soon the water warmed up.
Michelle watched as Jeff lathered-up a loofa. The man still sported an erection which was very pleasing to see. Jeff kept himself in good shape and it paid-off last night. Jeff stepped forward and began to scrub Michelle down.
The girl closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feel of another person washing her. The smell of the lavender soap surrounded Michelle and the spray was like a warm embrace. Only one other of her boyfriends had ever joined her in the shower and Michelle realized how much she missed having another pay attention to her body so attentively.
Michelle let out a soft moan when Jeff began to wash her now stiff nipples. They were large and the color of milk chocolate against her caramel skin. Jeff made sure each one was thoroughly cleaned, gently rolling them through the loofa. He scrubbed down the flat of her stomach and around the curves of her waist. The rough sponge caressed over thighs and down each of her legs.
The he stopped.
Michelle opened her eyes to see him soaping up a soft washcloth.
Jeff reached down and took the washcloth and began to wash between her legs. The roughness of the cloth caressed Michelle's sex, causing her to gasp with pleasure. Slowly, Jeff stroked her. He could see her body writhing to his touch as the warm water drenched them both.
The he took the cloth away.
"You can cum only when I command it, slave," Jeff told Michelle as she moaned her displeasure.
Michelle felt the cool of a lavender body splash washed over her after her captor turned the water off, making her skin tingle.
The Asian girl opened her eyes again as he gave her leash a slight pull. She hopped out of the shower where Jeff began to roughly dry her. Again she closed her eyes as the towel brushed over the breasts, drinking in the feeling. She tested her bonds some and found she was indeed as helpless as she had thought.
The hot air of a blow drier embraced her Jeff dried her hair and the rest of her body. Michelle squealed at times when the hot nozzle came to close, but Jeff never burned her. Finally, he picked up her leash and lead her out of the bathroom and out into the hallway.
Jeff enjoyed seeing his bound beauty hopping alongside of him. Jeff hadn't really appreciated how beautiful Michelle was. It was an exotic, intoxicating beauty that was not skin deep. It was in the way she moved and in the way she would look at him and in the way she smiled around her gag.
At the top of the stairs, Jeff picked Michelle up over his shoulder and carried her down and into the living room where he set her down. Carefully, he untied her legs and ankles.
"Spread your legs, slave."
Michelle did as she was told, spreading her legs out as far as she could. Jeff picked up a steel bar with rings on each end. Using some rope, he tied her ankle to each end, forcing her to keep her legs open.
Jeff smiled at her as he got out a slender vibrator generously slathered with KY lubricant. As it was, Michelle was sure that she didn't need any. She was plenty turned-on by her shower. She moaned as Jeff eased the vibrator into her and turning it on low.
Lastly, Jeff produced a CD player and a pair of headphones.
"This is your lesson for today slave. Learn it well or you will be punished."
Jeff slipped the headphones onto Michelle and tuned the player on. Am odd metallic voice began to tell Michelle that she was his slave and she needed to learn about the signals of the riding crop.
As the recording droned on, Michelle realized that she was standing in the same spot that Stephanie was the night before. The thought sent shivers through her. Michelle wondered if Stephanie would. . .would service her as she had serviced Steph last night.
Chapter 17
There was something not quite right about Stephanie's dream. She was in an ancient castle room lit by sputtering torches. It was dark and dank and shadows clung like black spider webs to the stonework all around her. Somewhere in that blackness something was watching her but she couldn’t make out what it was.
Then something shuffled in the shadows. She tried to move; escape, but it was if she was encased in concrete. She tried to scream, but nothing came out.
And she knew that it was coming to get her.
She looked down at herself and saw that she was nude and cocooned in spider silk that left her dangling above floor. Stephanie struggled and screamed, but the web held.
Then she felt something brush over her breasts. Whatever it was, it was invisible to her as it continued to pinch her nipples gently. She could feel someone's warm kisses between her breasts as she lay there helpless to stop it.
Despite her captivity, Stephanie could feel the warm rush of desire trickling through her, warming to the person’s caresses. She began to moan and her body began to writhe slowly, wanting more, lifting her hips up to him.
The man’s warm lips began to trail down over the flat of her stomach as his hands held her struggles down.
Stephanie then realized she was awake. The white latex hood that still covered her most of her head had made her blind. The armbinder still encased her arms behind her back and her legs were pinned together by several straps as well as a pair of cuffs around her ankles. She struggled to try to sit up but the chain attached to her collar pulled her up short.
“You are awake, slave,” the metallic voice laughed.
All Stephanie could do was moan her displeasure and struggle, remembering what had happened last night. Despite her wants, the stranger had not paid any attention to her, leaving her to drift asleep hornier than ever. Now her captor was enjoying her again. In some ways, being controlled like she was made her desires flare that much more strongly. Still, he had rejected her limited ways of enticing him to use her and the sting of that rejection lingered.
The blonde felt the chain on her ankles being undone and then the slight tugs on her leash as he unwrapped it from the headboard. He gently eased her up, sitting her on the edge of the bed. The stranger then helped her to stand and with a tug on her leash, led her hopping into the bathroom.
Jeff truly loved the way his stepsister moved when he led her around in bondage. Her generous breasts jiggled enticingly and her frame swayed to keep her balanced. Stephanie’s hops were small but she was gaining confidence in her ability to move while bound, Jeff could see that. He didn’t worry too much about her tripping.
Jeff eased her down onto the toilet and undid her leg straps so she could do her business while he got stuff together for her shower. Like he had with Michelle, he had laid out several coils of nylon rope to bind his stepsister with as well as a ring gag to replace the ball gag she was currently wearing.
After flushing the bidet, Jeff eased his blonde captive up and began to tie her ankles together.
Stephanie flinched when she felt the cold prongs on the cattle prod touch her bare ass.
“It is time for your shower, slave,” the metallic voice said, “I am permitting you to wash yourself. I will remove you arm-binder as well as your collar and mask. Your eyes are to remain shut or I will inflict more pain than you could possible imagine. Do you understand, slave?”
Stephanie nodded her head, remembering how painful the prod really was.
The stranger led her hopping into the shower and then unbuckled the collar from around her throat. It was a relief to have it off but the relief was short lived. The bound girl felt a rope being tied around her neck and then drawn taut above her head like a noose.
Stephanie was afraid to move. One slip and she could hang herself so she stood perfectly still as the stranger undid the buckles and lacings of her arm binder. As he pulled it off, Stephanie rolled her shoulders a bit to relax the stiffness in them.
“Remember, eyes shut,” the voice said.
The captive woman felt the latex hood being peeled away from her head and realized just how sweaty and dirty her face had gotten while wearing it. She was tempted to peek but the threat of pain made her squeeze her eyes shut. The gag remained firmly locked between her lips, however, as the stranger handed her the body wash and loofa.
Warm water sprayed over her and Stephanie luxuriated in its simple pleasure. It was almost strange being able to have the use of her arms and hands as she soaped herself. The noose kept her erect so she couldn’t wash further than her hips. A couple times she touched herself to feel her shaven mons; the smoothness making her feel a bit wanton.
After cleaning herself the best she could, she stood there and enjoyed the warmth of the water embracing her. Her revelries were brief, however, when the stranger turned the shower off and handed her a towel.
“Hands behind your back, slave,” the metallic voice commanded.
Stephanie did as she was told and she felt him tie her wrists together, leaving about three to four inches between cinched together like a pair of rope handcuffs. After tying her, he lifted her wet hair and pulled it gently through the top of the hood before rolling it down over her head, blinding her yet again. He untied her noose and replaced it with her collar.
The stranger then dried Stephanie’s legs and back before leading her out of the shower. The hair drier came as a bit of a shock as her captor brushed out her long ponytail under the hot air’s caress. In some ways it was like being a princess and having every little thing done for you, except for the fact that she couldn’t do it herself. But she enjoyed the feel of his hands touching her hair and combing it out.
The captive girl then felt a rope being draped over her shoulders and behind her neck. The stranger pulled both ends under her arms and tied it off between her shoulder blades, making a kind of harness. He then pulled her bound wrists up and tied them to the harness; crossing them between her shoulder blades as well. It was a bit uncomfortable and she moaned her protest, but the stranger continued to tie her until she could barely move her arms.
The stranger then knelt down and tied her knees together as well. She was as helpless as she ever had been.
Stephanie was a bit surprised when she felt her gag being loosened. He eased it from her mouth.
“Not a word, slave,” the voice warned.
The blonde worked her jaw some, stiff from being forced open all night. There were so many things she wanted to ask and say to the stranger but the fear of pain and other things kept her from saying a word.
“Open wide,” the voice said.
Again, Stephanie did as she was told; opening her mouth while the stranger placed another gag into her mouth, this one being the one shaped like a ring. He eased it behind her teeth and tightened the strap tight, cutting a bit at the corners of her mouth.
“Time for breakfast, slave. You will do as commanded or you will starve for the rest of the day, that is, after you are whipped. Do you understand, slave?”
The blonde nodded.
Jeff led his stepsister out of the bedroom and down the hallway. His cock ached but he kept telling himself, ‘good things come to those who wait.’ So he guided her to the stairs then lifted her over his shoulder to carry her down. After he put her down, he continued to guide her until she was in back of the sofa.
Michelle watched with fascination as Jeff bent his sister over the back of the sofa until her head rested on the cushions. Je picked up the slender chrome vibrator that had bedeviled Stephanie last evening and gently eased it into the bound blonde.
Stephanie felt the stranger caress her sex before easing it open with his fingers. The hard-tipped nudge of her vibrator was almost welcome as he pressed it into her slowly. The dream and the shower had already done most of the work and the vibe slipped comfortably inside of her, causing the bound girl to moan loudly.
After the vibrator was fully inside of her, Jeff turned in on high and eased his stepsister back up. Picking up his riding crop and the end of her lead, he gave it a gentle tug and guided Stephanie to stand in front of Michelle.
The effects of Michelle’s vibrator were already sending pulses of pleasure through her as she stood there, legs held wide apart by her spreader bar. The oriental girl’s arms were tied like Stephanie’s and a ball gag kept her mewls of pleasure quiet. It was hard to concentrate on the ‘slave lessons’ she was supposed to learn, especially now that Jeff was bringing Stephanie in front of her.
Jeff gave the blonde girl a quick rap behind her knees with the crop and Stephanie, with hia help, sank down to her knees. She could tell there was another person in front of her; the other woman she deduced from the muted moans she could hear through her hood.
“Make her cum and you will eat today, slave,” the metallic voice said.
It took only a second or two of confusion before Stephanie realized what the stranger was asking of her. Here she was kneeling before another woman wearing a gag that allowed her ‘service’ someone. . .
“Uh-uuuhh!” she screamed out as she tried to twist away, but the stranger held tightly onto her leash.
The sting of the crop bit into her ass and caused her to shriek in pain. She writhed and bucked but the stranger held firm as the crop repeatedly cut across her bare bottom until tears began to run out from beneath the mask.
“I will tell you one last time. If you do not obey, this is but a sample of the pain you will suffer. Make her cum!” the voice commanded.
Her rear still burning from the whipping, Stephanie slowly leaned forward and tentatively stuck out her tongue. She could smell the other woman’s arousal before her tongue touched her skin. The feel of the woman’s soft curls told Stephanie she was just north of where she should be. She nuzzled down a bit further and felt the other woman lift herself to her. The bound blonde again poked her tongue out and began to probe the other’s pleasure-slicked sex.
Stephanie licks were furtive at first; unsure. She could tell that a vibrator was also working its magic inside the other woman as she began to flick her tongue around her swollen pearl. The woman’s moans became louder and she thrust her hips at Stephanie.
Her revulsion at the act slowly ebbed away as well as the glowing pain in her rear, replaced be the slowly build tide of her own orgasm. The vibe inside Steph was sending whorls of delight through her. She remembered last night and she realized that she was in the very same predicament and it was probably that woman’s touches that sent her over the edge.
Michelle was racing towards a climax. As the blonde lapped at her clit the bliss crashed through her in wave after white-hot wave; Again and again until the gates of her orgasm burst through and engulfed her in pure wanton pleasure.
Steph could hear the woman’s muted screams of ecstasy as she churned in front of the kneeling girl. It was then that Stephanie felt the tap of the riding crop that gave her permission to cum herself. The stranger reached around her and gently stroked her between her legs, touching her now aching clit. With each touch, another torrent of pleasure ripped through her. She bucked and writhed in the man’s arms as he held her and caressed her, goading her orgasm to new heights until she thought she could no longer stand any more. . .
Yet the stranger continued to touch her, more roughly than before.
“Ooopppp!”, she yelled into her gag, shaking her head, but the man continued until Stephanie finally went limp and he eased his hand out from between her legs. The stranger cradled her as the fires of the orgasm slowly turned to embers. Stephanie wondered about the other woman and then slowly realized that the other woman was as much of a prisoner as she was. The woman hadn’t said an intelligible word nor had her hands and arms guided Stephanie. That woman was also tied onto the bed last night.
The stranger had captured another girl.
A storm of thoughts thundered through Stephanie’s mind as she pondered who this woman was. Was she a stranger? Was she one of Stephanie’s friends? Was it Kim? The horror of that thought flushed through Stephanie.
“Now to get you ready for breakfast, slaves.” The metallic voice said.
Chapter 18
Michelle’s orgasm had left her happily drained and she smiled around her red ballgag when Jeff eased her over onto the couch. The oriental girl was still a bit shocked when Jeff had used the riding crop on Stephanie, but she imagined that it was all part of the fantasy Stephanie and Jeff were living out. The metallic voice thing was scary as well, but she thought that it probably just fuelled the fires of the blonde’s imagination as well, making her captivity that much more exciting. In many ways, Michelle envied the other girl’s sexual incarceration.
Jeff had not loosened either of their bonds before leaving them to fix breakfast. The recorded instructions still droned on in Michelle’s headphones and her vibrator continued to hum, keeping the embers of her orgasm glowing hot and ready to erupt again. However, Michelle had ceased really listening to the CD during the morning encounter; having been distracted by the blonde’s tongue.
Stephanie lay curled on the floor in front of Michelle, her hips rocking to the song of her own vibe; clearly still as horny as Michelle was. Watching the blonde writhe helplessly only helped fan Michelle’s own desires. With her hands tied behind her back in a rope harness and her legs held wide open by the spreader bar, there was no way for her to aid the vibrator in getting herself off.
“I see you are still hungry, slave,” Jeff smiled down at the captive Michelle, talking softly.
Michelle nodded, mewling into her gag. She was delighted to see that Jeff’s erection hadn’t softened. To her, it was dragon that she wanted to tame in the worst possible way.
“I hope you don’t mind, but we are eating in our formal dining room this morning but I wouldn’t worry too much about the dress code. You look delicious and I certainly wouldn’t want to change that.”
Jeff knelt down and unfastened her ankles from the spreader bar, only to tie them back together again tightly. He then helped the bound oriental girl up and took hold of her noose which still hung loosely around her neck. A gentle tug and Michelle hopped behind her captor as he led her into the dining room.
The room was dominated by a large cherrywood dining table, gleaming in the morning sun that streamed through lace curtains. A sparkling glass chandelier spread its glitter over the table and matching hutch. In the center of the table, Jeff had folded a quilted comforter as well as several pillows.
Michelle squealed into her gag as Jeff lifted her up and sat her on the comforter. He then lifted her legs and twisted them around until Michelle had wriggled herself onto her stomach, her head hanging over the edge of the table. Michelle felt her ankles being freed from their bindings briefly before Jeff took each one and tied it tightly against her thigh in a tight frog tie.
The string tying her big toes together was something of a surprise, but a wonderful one. With every tight rope or cuff, Michelle felt that much more helpless and vulnerable to whatever Jeff wanted to do to her. That kept Michelle’s fires burning hotter and hotter.
Snap!
Michelle screamed into her gag as Jeff slapped her ass with the riding crop.
“No cumming until I command you to, slave,” Jeff said standing over her with the crop in hand.
Michelle nodded, whimpering into her gag. The crop stung but not nearly as much as she imagined it would.
The work on her toes was not over as she felt another piece of string cinching her big toes together and pulling them tightly toward her bound wrists crossed between her shoulder blades. Now every little movement pulled at something; a feeling that sent warm, lustful wafts rushing through her.
Next the oriental girl felt ropes being tied around her knees. Squirming around, she could see that Jeff was tying the left rope to one of the table legs, but he wasn’t drawing it taut. The other knee rope just dangled over the table’s edge.
Jeff moved back over in front of her and his erection pointed directly at Michelle’s gagged face. He bent over and kissed her on the forehead.
“I will be right back, slave,” he whispered before going back out into the living room and out of her sight.
Michelle writhed in her bonds a bit, testing the limits of her captivity, and she found out happily that Jeff did indeed do good work. There was no way she could get herself out of this. The rope harness that Jeff had bound her wrists to this morning still had no slack and the way her legs and toes were tied, the best the Chinese girl could hope for was to wriggle around a bit. Jeff still hadn’t turned off her vibrator and even pressing herself into the table didn’t bring her any closer to cumming. Michelle found herself moaning in frustration.
“There, there, slave, do you want me to use the crop on you again?” Jeff asked.
Michelle shook her head no, moaning into her gag.
“Are you sure? It looks to me that you are trying to get yourself off.”
Again, Michelle shook her head and pleaded with her mewls.
Jeff smiled and held up a couple more bondage items, a ring gag similar to what his Stephanie was wearing and a black leather blindfold.
“I lied about the dress code, slave,” Jeff grinned, “there are a few items that I am requiring you to wear before we eat.”
Michelle felt her ball gag being unbuckled and the ball being pulled from her mouth with a slight web of drool.
“Not a word, slave,” her captor said as her gently wiped her mouth with a napkin.
Jeff gently inserted the leather wrapped ring behind her teeth before buckling the gag tightly, the straps cutting into the corners of her mouth. He gave her another warm kiss on the forehead before placing the blindfold over her eyes and tightening it.
“Don’t go anywhere, slave, I will be right back.”
Jeff could tell that his step-sister was still wanting from her rhythmic writhing as she lay curled on the carpet. Her hands were still bound between her shoulder blades, being held there by her harness of rope and her knees and ankles were bound together as well. The power of her own orgasm left Stephanie drained and she had collapsed onto the carpet as soon as the stranger had let go of his embrace.
Truth be told, Stephanie’s orgasm hadn’t completely gone away. With her vibrator on high, it still was wreaking erotic havoc with her libido. Little mini flares of pure bliss kept erupting through her as she lay on her side, drool running out of ring gag and down the side of her face. She was still in the dark, with her white latex hood encasing her head and covering her eyes leaving her in her own little world.
Stephanie’s humiliation continued to spiral downwards. The blonde had no desire at all to be with another woman and now she had been forced to service one. At first the thought completely revolted her but now, after the fact, it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. The fact that the woman came because of her was in a way a little flattering in a strange and perverse sort of way.
There was a gentle tug on her leash interrupting Stephanie’s thoughts.
“Time for breakfast, slave,” the metallic voice of the stranger said.
Jeff helped his trussed-up stepsister to stand. The perfume of her arousal filled the air around her and she moaned unintelligibly as Jeff steadied her for her trip to the dining room. Her legs were still weak from her orgasms but Stephanie had little choice but to balance herself blindly.
Another gentle tug let Stephanie know that it was time to follow the stranger wherever he led her. Shuffling with her legs bound the way they were was not an option, so she hopped as best that she could beside the stranger.
Stephanie felt herself being picked up and shrieked with surprise as he sat her down on the table and wrestled her into place beside Michelle. The blonde could feel the other woman’s warm skin against her own as the man nestled her onto her stomach. Stephanie reasoned that she was on their dining room table with her head dangling over the edge.
Quickly Jeff tied his stepsister’s legs in the same manner as Michelle’s, with each of her ankles tied to her thighs and a rope coiled around each of her knees. Jeff anchored the right one to the table leg and bound the left one to Michelle’s right one before cinching the pair and tying it off to the table’s legs. He had left a little slack in the lines.
Both women looked stunning, writhing naked in the bonds. Stephanie’s tanned body and Michelle’s caramel-colored skin looked beautiful next to each others. Jeff set up the video camera, making sure both women were in the frame, before collecting both pairs of chained nipple clamps he had found in his parents armoire.
Stepping in front of both girls, he grabbed their harnesses and yanked them towards the edge of the table.
Both women screamed as they felt themselves being pulled off of the table. However, their anchor ropes tightened just as their breasts hung off of the table’s edge.
Jeff let the women struggle for awhile, enjoying their bound thrashings and moans through their ring gags. Each one drooled uncontrollably as they rocked and bucked on the table. Finally they calmed down so Jeff knelt down and began to gently pinch each of their stiffened nipples.
Michelle was the first to feel the cold pinch of a clamp’s jaw as Jeff eased it down on her nipple. A rush of near pain flooded her and caused her to moan involuntarily. She could hear Stephanie’s moans as he did the same to her. There were slight tugs on the chain as they both squirmed and Michelle realized that they were chained together by the clamps. Her right nipple chained to Stephanie’s and her left one to Stephanie’s left, the clamp’s chains pulled tightly and crossing each other; Each wriggle pulled on the clamps and sent little bolts of near pain shooting through her.
Then Michelle felt her head being cradled in Jeff’s hands as he eased himself through the ring gag and into her mouth. She sealed her lips around his shaft as best she could and let Jeff’s thrusts set the pace. The taste of his cock was salty as he pushed it to the back of her throat, nearly gagging her several times. The rhythm began to increase little by little as Michelle used her tongue along the bottom of his shaft. Just when she thought he was about to cum, Michelle felt Jeff withdraw himself from her and she moaned her discontentment.
Jeff moved himself in front of his bound Stephanie and eased himself between her ring-gagged lips. Unlike Michelle, Stephanie fought it a bit until Jeff began forcing himself deeper into her throat, causing her to choke as he held himself there. But soon she was matching the stranger’s thrusts as her lips suckled his hardened cock.
The stranger’s thrusts became faster and faster and Stephanie tried her best to match them.
The stranger suddenly withdrew himself.
Stephanie tasted the bland taste of her birth-control pill being placed on her tongue before the stranger thrust himself back into her mouth. His thrusts were shallower than but just as fast. She could feel his shaft swell a bit and then she tasted the warm cum filling he mouth.
“Swallow,” the metallic voice commanded.
Stephanie did so, swallowing her pill as well. The bound blonde realized that this was going to be a morning ritual; that her birth-control was going to be followed by a chaser of cum from now on.
“Did you take your pill?”
Stephanie nodded the best she could, the stranger’s cock starting to soften in her mouth.
Jeff patted her on her head, “Good slave. Are you both ready for breakfast?”
Slowly both girls nodded.
As the girls lay bound on the table, Michelle could feel Stephanie twisting beside her. The vibrators continued to hum and the oriental girl could feel the molten pressure of another orgasm about to erupt. She tried to think of something else but it was impossible with Stephanie writhing rhythmically against her and moaning loudly as well. With every movement their shared nipple clamps sparked little bolt of pleasurable pain through her. Michelle found herself panting and moaning into her ring gag until the orgasmic volcano inside of her exploded and flooded her in white hot bliss, again and again until it seemed that she thought she would be driven insane.
Then Michelle felt the vibrator slowly being removed from her.
“You have been a bad slave,” the metallic voice said, “I did not give you permission to cum, did I.”
Michelle slowly shook her head.
‘After breakfast, you shall both suffer from your transgression. But first, you will need all your strength. You will not talk or I will use the prod on you both until you can’t scream any more. Do you understand?”
Michelle nodded and she believed that Stephanie did too.
Jeff removed both of their gags. He would replace them with their ball gags after breakfast. Jeff sat down in front of them, smiling, as he fed them their Denver omelet a forkful at a time and thinking of the wonderful time he would have in just a few short minutes from now.
Chapter 19
With each forkful of the Denver omelet, Michelle kept hearing the word ‘punishment’ echoing through her head. This was the first time she had transgressed what was expected of her during her weekend stay. She vaguely remembered something about being punished for cumming without permission on the recording, but given what Stephanie’s tongue was doing at the time, it was hard to recall anything past her orgasm.
A small fruit cocktail followed the omelet, filling her mouth with juicy bursts of pineapple, strawberry and blueberry. Michelle also sipped a few swallows of orange juice through a straw when offered. It was odd having a quiet breakfast. Usually her radio or television was blaring at her apartment as she rushed to get ready for wherever she was going. The silence here was almost disquieting. The bound oriental girl had so many questions she wanted to ask but the threat of the cattle prod was more than enough to keep her silent.
Every bite seemed more intense and Michelle reasoned that it was because of the black leather blindfold sealing her in the dark. It was also a very different experience eating while hogtied. Though it wasn’t difficult, it took a bit of getting used to.
Michelle felt Jeff wiping her mouth with a napkin.
“Open wide,” the metallic voice said.
Michelle did so, opening her mouth as wide as she could. Jeff wanted to make sure both girls had finished their meals before gagging them again. First, he placed a red rubber ball gag into his stepsister’s mouth, buckling it tight around her white latex-hooded head. Then he eased the black leather gag into Michelle’s mouth.
The tangy taste of leather was a sharp contrast to the fruits she had earlier, but not all that unpleasant. The padded pear-shaped ball filled her mouth as her ‘master’ buckled it tightly around the back of her head. Again she wondered about her ‘punishment’. Although she knew somewhat what happened behind the closed doors of a D/s relationship, she didn’t know what to expect from Jeff and his blonde girlfriend Stephanie. She had seen how Jeff punished Stephanie earlier but Michelle hadn’t signed on for that kind of abuse. Deep down inside Michelle believed he would keep to his word about her limits, she hoped.
Jeff left the two girls to their own thoughts as they lay hogtied beside each other on the dining room table. He was sure that they were both imagining what kind of punishments he was going to inflict on them. Stephanie, his blonde stepsister, had already had a taste of what ‘punishment’ meant but Michelle had yet to experience that part of their shared fantasy. The thought of what he was about to inflict on them caused his cock to stiffen again with anticipation.
As Jeff began some of the clean-up of this morning’s breakfast, he thought that it was odd that he had two slaves at his command and yet he was the one doing the dishes. Oh well, hopefully that would change in another week or so as the full extent of his stepsister’s bondage was made clear to her.
That thought, too, made Jeff’s cock ache.
Stephanie’s bondage was also on Stephanie’s mind as well. Now she was certain that the other girl was just as much a prisoner as she was. Both of them were now nude, gagged and helpless as the stranger went about setting up whatever punishments his perverse mind could come up with.
The blonde struggled a bit in her bonds. The ropes were tied expertly and no matter how hard she wriggled and twisted, there was no escaping their grip. Stephanie felt even more shaken by the realization that she may have been responsible for the other girl’s plight. Now she, this girl and her brother were in the hands of this intruder or intruders.
Stephanie yelped in surprise as Jeff roughly pulled off her nipple clamps. The girl beside her did the same into her gag. Then Stephanie felt herself being tugged back onto the center of the table. The rope lashing the two girl’s knees together was loosened as well as the other ones anchoring them to the table. None of the other ropes were undone, however, and she felt herself being dragged carefully to the edge. The stranger then grabbed a hold of her tightly and carried her back into the living room where he set her down on the carpet and left.
It didn’t take long for the bound blonde to feel the other girl being set beside her. Stephanie could feel the other woman struggling a bit more as she rested beside her, but, she must have realized just how stringent her bonds really were and soon stopped.
Jeff took his time adjusting the video camera, making sure that it would capture all of the action. Both of the women were in a tight hogtie. Their wrists bound together and brought up to between their shoulder blades; held there by a harness of rope. Each ankle was tied to their thigh and their big toes were still cinched together and pulled toward their wrists. They both could thrash about but they weren’t going anywhere the way they were. It only made Jeff want them that much more. But their training would have to take precedence over his short-term desires.
Jeff climbed up the stairs and took a brief shower before dressing in his usual jeans and a t-shirt. Even though he really did want to enjoy their treasures again, he also needed to recharge his batteries for later on when their morning training and punishment was complete and he could savor them to his leisure. Now to get them both ready for this morning’s exercise.
Michelle continued to worry about what was going to happen to her when she felt Jeff gently grab hold of her and hoist her up onto her knees. She was still hogtied, but now she was kneeling. The pull on her big toes was a bit strained but not too uncomfortable if she spread her knees open. Gently he pinched her nipples; sending some ripples of delight through her as he slowly kneaded and caressed them. Michelle let out a few sighs as Jeff continued his attentions to her breasts still sensitive from the clamps. She could feel herself move to his touch and if she could, the oriental girl would have encouraged him to move lower.
Michelle whimpered with displeasure as he stopped his attentions. A warm, erotic pressure was rising within her and she needed the release. But Jeff was unmoved by her gagged whines as he selected one of the many vibrators he had found in his parent’s bedroom armoire and coated it with a special warming lubricant.
Kneeling down before his bound delivery girl, Jeff gently spread Michelle’s lust-swollen lips and eased the vibrator into her. It wasn’t a fancy one, just a normal gel one that was light blue in color and had a long cord to the controller. Michelle moaned again into her gag as he eased the vibe in as far as it could go. Jeff tied a length of clothesline around the girl’s waist and brought the loose ends between her legs and up tightly between the rounded cheeks of her ass before tying it off. It held the vibrator firmly inside Michelle as she knelt.
Stephanie was next.
Jeff eased his bound stepsister up just as he had done with Michelle. The blonde moaned into her gag as well as he wrestled her into position facing the Chinese girl until their breasts almost touched. Gently her pinched Stephanie’s nipples as well, causing them to stiffen more as he played. He could tell by the writhing that she was enjoying the attention as he continued to massage her. Eventually he stopped and selected a similar pink vibrator for Stephanie and slowly pressed the dildo inside of her. Jeff tied another crupper around his stepsister’s waist before standing up and enjoying the view before getting the chained clamps.
The bound Chinese girl felt the cool steel jaws slowly clamp down on each of her nipples; a mix of pain and bliss went shooting through her as she knelt helplessly on the carpeted living room floor. She could feel every little tug as Jeff did the same to his girlfriend, weaving the chains together so that when Michelle moved, it would pull on both her and Stephanie’s clamps. Both girls were intimately connected now, just as they had been during breakfast.
Michelle then felt the vibrator’s control box pressed into her hand.
“This is your lesson and punishment, slaves,” Jeff’s distorted metallic voice said, “I will only say this once. You are not permitted to cum. If you do, you will be flogged ten times for each transgression. In your hands you hold the other slave’s controls. If you do not make the other slave cum, you will be flogged ten times as well. Do you understand?”
Both girls nodded.
“You will be listening to your morning’s lessons as well, failure to learn the commands will result in the use of the cattle prod anywhere on your body that pleases me as well as having to make the other slave cum. Reward for learning your lessons is being able to rest after lunch. Do you understand, slaves?”
Again, both girls nodded.
Michelle felt the headphones being clamped over her ears. A few moments later, Jeff’s voice began the lesson, the same lesson she had listened to this morning with instructions about positions to assume when touched by the tip of the riding crop on certain places of her body. His voice had a certain self-assurance that was comforting in a way soldiers should find in their leader’s voice.
As Stephanie listened to her lesson, she was more than a little disturbed to find that she was listening to her step brother’s voice. Apparently the stranger had forced him somehow to make the recording as she could just imagine how horrid he was feeling when doing it. She missed him and hoped that he wasn’t in pain or starving or worse. He was a nerd and he had taken some getting used to, but when mom married her stepfather, Jeff came with the package and now he was family.
Stephanie’s lesson was different from the one she had listened to earlier. This was more about duties she was expected to perform even when not commanded to. ‘Pleasing her Master’ was her new golden rule and her pleasure was secondary. In a lot of ways, it was even more unsettling then the first lesson.
A burst of pleasure erupted through Stephanie as her vibrator awoke inside her.
Michelle felt a tug on her clamped nipples as Stephanie writhed in reaction to the vibe, causing another sharp bolt of rapture coursing through her. Moments later her own vibrator came to life and fed the erotic fires already burning within her.
The bound Asian girl never really had come down after her orgasm on the table. Her breakfast helped take her mind away from it for a while, but each rope and knot that encircled her body kept her juices running.
Focus on the lesson, Michelle thought to herself.
However, that did little to alleviate the swelling fires inside of her. All they did was reinforce her thoughts of erotic slavery and being a man’s love toy; something she had always fantasized about and now was living out. The fantasy and humming magic of her vibe soon turned her embers into a firestorm that consumed her completely as she wailed and writhed against Stephanie, cumming again and again with little thought about the punishment she would have to endure.
Stephanie felt the other girl pressing against her, her warm flesh rubbing rhythmically as she bucked against her restraints. The blonde heard the girl’s moans of passion over her recorded instructions as the other bound girl continued to cum. Stephanie knew she was responsible for this as well as the pain that was going to follow. . .
The blonde felt red with guilt.
Stephanie didn’t want to get flogged yet the only way to avoid it was to throw the other girl under the bus. She was sure the other girl would have done the same.
The bound blonde squealed into her gag as the other girl toppled over. The pain of the clamps yanking on her nipples caused her to fall over as well to relieve the agony. To her horror, Stephanie’s headphones popped off as she hit the carpet. Panicked, She thrashed about a bit to try to feel for them, but bound as she was, she could do very little.
She began to cry in frustration.
She didn’t want the cattle prod to be used on her again. The memory of the pain was still sharp and focused in her mind. She couldn’t follow the stranger’s instructions if she couldn’t listen to the CD.
And then there was the wanton desire inside of Stephanie, slowly building pressure with each minute the vibrator pulsed its hum within her. Without her ‘lesson’, there was little else to take her mind off her stirrings between her legs.
The bound oriental girl’s orgasm ebbed but didn’t recede entirely. But, the commands she was to memorize were nothing more than an ethereal ghost, something lost and unable to gain back. She was also well aware that she had cum and that she hadn’t returned the favor to Stephanie. Michelle wasn’t going to take her punishment alone, no way!
Michelle began to pin the helpless blonde beneath her, lying on top of her as much as she could. The clamps pulled on her stiffened nipples a bit, but nothing she couldn’t handle as she forced her knee as best she could between Stephanie’s knees.
Slowly Michelle began to press the front of her thigh against Jeff’s girlfriend’s snatch. Feeling the dampness there, Michelle knew that making Stephanie cum was just a matter of time. The bound Chinese girl soon writhed rhythmically against Stephanie, causing her to moan ‘uh-uh’ into her gag while shaking her head. Still Michelle continued.
The bound woman’s warm skin rubbing against Stephanie was causing more than a little warming pleasure to fill the blonde’s libido. The rising tide within her seemed unstoppable and Stephanie was pleading into her gag for the woman to stop.
The other girl didn’t.
The girl’s knee was pushing Stephanie’s vibrator deeper inside of her as well as causing the rope to abrade against her pleasure-swollen clit. Waves of pure, hot bliss crashed inside of her as Stephanie succumbed to her need. The blonde wailed into her gag as wave after pummeling wave of bliss drove into her until she finally just collapsed; letting her passion drown her until there was nothing left.
Michelle finally surrendered and rested on top of the blonde, exhausted from the effort. Now they would both be punished, not just her. Whatever awaited them, they would share it together.
-o0o-
Jeff found the both of them collapsed on the living room floor. Somehow Stephanie had lost her earphones. He went over to the camera and reviewed what had happened in his absence and saw that both girls had cum, thus both needed to be lashed. With the loss of her headphones, it would be impossible for Stephanie to have learned her lessons for today.
Without a word, Jeff gently rolled the oriental girl over and unclipped the clamps from her now sore nipples. He did the same for his step-sister. Then he knelt down and picked up Stephanie and carried her over to the coffee table where he placed her kneeling in front of it. A few moments later, Michelle joined the blonde at the table.
Jeff got a few short lengths of rope and threaded one of them through Stephanie’s white leather collar. Pulling his step-sister forward and down across the table, he tied her collar off to one of the legs. Michelle was still wearing her rope noose so all he had to do was pull her down as well and tie the noose to the other leg.
After he was pleased at their position, kneeling across the coffee table, Jeff undid the cord tying their toes to their wrists. He wanted to make sure both of their asses were fully exposed to what he wanted to do next.
The leather flogger was a nicely crafted one with the handle carved into the shape of a viper, the leather tongues splaying out of its open mouth . Jeff raised it and brought it down on Michelle’s nicely rounded buttocks.
Michelle screamed more from the shock than the actual pain. She silently counted each stinging lash as tears welled from beneath her blindfold. She could also hear the muffled screams of Stephanie as she suffered the same punishment as she. But soon all twenty lashes were done with.
Although her ass glowed with a dull sort-of pain, it really wasn’t as bad as her imagination had created it to be. She felt Jeff adjust her headphones again and re-start the lesson.
Jeff also did the same for his blonde stepsister. There were lessons to be learned and they both needed to learn them. He gently removed both vibes and adjusted the camera to watch over them. He glanced over them, smiling. He would leave them there so he could get stuff ready for the next step in their schooling.
Chapter 20
Michelle concentrated upon the lesson at hand, listening to Jeff’s voice instruct her in how to obey when his riding crop touched certain places on her. As she listened, she realized that Jeff wouldn’t have to say a word; everything that was required of a slave could be signaled by the use of the crop.
The Chinese girl also realized that the depth at which Jeff and his girlfriend Stephanie’s shared fantasy went and she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to go there. The fantasy of being tied up and used by another and learning to become a slave to that person were two different things in her mind.
However, Michelle continued to learn the lesson being played through her headphones. She really had very little choice, after all. Her bound wrists had been pulled up between her shoulder blades and anchored there by a rope harness woven around her chest and shoulders. Each of her ankles was bound to her thigh and she had been pulled forward by a rope noose tied to the coffee table’s legs. The bound Oriental girl still had on her blindfold and a black pear-shaped leather gag filled her mouth.
No, Michelle wasn’t going anywhere until Jeff let her.
Another thing that Michelle grew aware of was the intricacy of the ‘lesson’. The ‘Rules Of The Crop’ were well thought out and developed over time. She was sure that Jeff had not come up with them on his own.
Soon the lessons started to repeat themselves, reinforcing what Michelle was expected to learn. The sting of the flogger’s touch still warmed her rear and the embers of her orgasm hadn’t entirely gone cold. Being bound as she was, she couldn’t help but daydream a bit as the recording plodded on. She wondered what lessons she would be tested on.
Stephanie’s ‘lesson’ was considerably different than Michelle’s. Though it held commands she was expected to learn, most of it dealt what was expected of her and what she would receive in return. Stephanie found many things troubling about this session. The fact that the strangers were still using Jeff to record these lessons disturbed her and made her wonder what they were doing to him to make him do this. The second most distressing thing was the ‘tone’ of these lessons; it implied a longer commitment than just a few weeks. Stephanie realized that this wasn’t just a household hostage- taking for a few weeks. She was being groomed to be a slave and there was little she could do about it but endure it and hope Jeff could get both her and the other girl out.
The blonde’s position was identical to Michelle’s save for the white latex hood enclosing her head and the bright red ball between her lips. Her white collar was anchored to the coffee table. Kneeling as she was, it forced her over the table’s top. Stephanie didn’t know how long she had been there but the slight little aches started to test her; the table’s edge bit into her hips and her shoulders had a dull pain from being trussed-up. Her knees were sore from being forced to kneel only on them. The drool from her gagged lips was also beginning to pool on the table beneath her.
Stephanie then felt the stranger loosening the ropes pinning her ankles to her thighs; first her right one, then her left. The reprieve was short lived as the stranger forced her ankles together and cinched them tight. Lastly, she felt a slight tug on her lead as he loosened it from the table, allowing her to bend herself upright.
Jeff did the same with Michelle so now both girls were kneeling at the table. Gently, he guided them around until both were facing him side by side.
There is something inherently erotic about a woman kneeling in front of one, Jeff thought. Perhaps it was the position of servitude. Both women were gorgeous, Stephanie’s beautiful sun-tanned perfection next to Michelle’s exotic caramel-colored form. Both were toys he could play with as long as he wanted to and his cock ached to do just that.
But there was something that wasn’t right in the way his Michelle looked; something that wasn’t making it a picture perfect moment. . .
Then Jeff noticed it.
Every proper slave needed one and Michelle had been doing without for awhile. Quickly he ran up to the bedroom and fetched what he needed.
Michelle felt Jeff’s fingers undoing the noose around her neck. It was something that had made her uncomfortable to wear even though she trusted Jeff’s skills in rigging. Thoughts of strangling without being able to let Jeff know unsettled her. However, like everything else since she agreed to become part of this fantasy, she had very little control over it.
The rope loosened and fell away from her neck and the Oriental girl felt her long, black hair being lifted up and something else being put around her neck. A collar, she imagined as it tightened around her throat comfortably.
Then Michelle felt more straps around her face. Jeff carefully tightened the black leather head harness he had bought for her, buckling the straps on the back of her head until everything seemed to fit snugly. The harness would not only help hold her gag in, but it would make sure her blindfold would stay in place as well.
Now his slave was perfect. Time to see if both girls had learned their lessons.
Stephanie felt the tip of the riding crop trace a line over her pussy. She knew this meant that she wasn’t supposed to cum until he demanded it of her. Her lessons this morning reinforced that, simply stating that until her ‘Master’ gave permission, her orgasm would have to be kept in check. It was a privilege to cum.
The blonde felt the touch of the stranger’s fingers gently pinching at her nipples, send a hot shock of pleasure through her. He gently rolled them in his fingertips and kneaded her breasts, causing her to moan involuntarily into her gag. She was still balanced on her knees and Stephanie had to keep part of her mind in control of her position or else she would fall. . .a no no in the lessons of this morning. A slave must always be graceful and pleasurable to watch.
Then his finger’s traced down over the flat of her stomach and to the edges of her sex-swollen lips.
Gently, the stranger’s fingers started to touch her pussy, easing themselves deeper inside until he slowly began to stroke them inside of her, making sure he ended each slow stroke on her swollen bud.
Each of the stranger’s touches was electric and Stephanie found herself moaning in spite of herself. His fingers went deeper and the tempo began to climb. . .
Then she felt a slight tap above her puss.
Stephanie thrust herself out as best as she possibly could within the strictures of her bondage. The stranger’s fingers continued to play her and she could feel an orgasm swelling inside of her.
Stephanie had to focus on something else. Panicking, the young blonde pinched herself on her upper arm, the only place she could. The pain took away the power of the pleasure for an instant but soon his touches worked their magic and her fires began to grow again.
Hours seemed to crawl by as again and again she fought with the orgasm ballooning inside of her. She begged into her gag but all she could hear was unintelligible mewls.
Then she felt a line being traced with a slight tap at the end.
Stephanie exploded, her whole being enwrapped in pure bliss and she came again and again, collapsing into the stranger’s arms and bucking against his hand as he continued to fuck her with his finger until she really couldn’t take any more. Pleading into her gag, she felt the stranger ease his finger out of her, wiping it under her nose so she could smell her own incense.
The bound blonde then felt herself being put back into position after collapsing onto the stranger. She weakly complied as she felt the riding crop run down her back, signaling her to continue to kneel, spreading her knees open as widely as she could and bowing her head down. Stephanie was really too exhausted to do anything but just that.
Jeff then began to massage Michelle’s erect nipples the same way he had Stephanie’s. Slowly pinching them and kneading them until he could hear the Oriental girl’s muffled moans from behind her gag. Jeff notice that the bound girl had also started to rock her hips slightly. His fingers traced down over the flat of her belly to the small nest of black curls between her legs. He grinned as she began to writhe, thrusting herself towards him.
He slipped his finger into her slit and began stroking her as he had his stepsister. Soon the bound Michelle began to match his rhythm, thrusting herself onto his digit while moaning into her gag.
Jeff then stopped.
Michelle pleaded into her gag. She was close but not that close and she also knew that she wasn’t supposed to cum until he gave her permission. However, Michelle was convinced that he would give that permission when she was very close to cumming anyway.
The delivery girl then felt him tickle at her sex with the tip of his finger, teasing her. She thrust herself out to him, but he withdrew, only to tickle her again.
Michelle’s moans became more and more desperate as Jeff continued to tease her. Finally he began stroking her again and he could hear her chant ‘oh my god’ again and again from behind her gag.
With his finger, he again traced a line followed by a tap. She was not to cum.
Jeff deftly toyed with her slit and clit, touching, stroking and tickling, bringing his slave to a fevered pitch as she slowly sank to the carpet and spread her legs open as wide as possible.
Finally Jeff gave her the single tap above her mons, signaling that she could cum.
Michelle rocked and bucked beneath him as she was wracked with pleasure. Wave after white hot erotic wave crashed through her as she strained against her bindings until she couldn’t take his touch any more.
Still Jeff continued.
Michelle pleaded into her gag again as she struggled to get away from his ministrations. She was too sensitive now and had started to get a bit sore. Yet he continued, pinning her down and finger fucking her again and again until she couldn’t struggle any more.
Then Jeff stopped and helped Michelle back into a kneeling position. A trace down her back meant for her to bow her head and open her legs while she knelt and she did this weakly.
Jeff was pleased. Both his stepsister and Michelle had held off their orgasms until he told them they could cum. He knew at that moment he controlled them entirely. Neither of them wanted to disappoint their new Master.
Getting up, his cock ached even more from that thought and he wanted to desperately to take one or both right then and there. But he knew he had a few more things to take them through before lunch before he was done with part of their morning training.
Taking her collar, Jeff helped Stephanie stand up. He looked at her white latex covered face and ballgag stuffed between her lips and wondered what was going through her mind at that moment. He knelt down and undid the rope binding her ankles together. A slight tap on her inner thigh and his blonde stepsister spread her legs. He retied the rope, making a hobble of sorts so that she could take short steps.
Jeff repeated the process with Michelle, though she was slower at getting on her feet. He figured she was worn out from her last frantic orgasm. But soon both girls were standing with their wrists still bound and anchored behind their backs, collars around their necks, blind and gagged. Jeff pressed the crop briefly on Stephanie’s left side and she shuffled and turned towards the left. He repeated the instruction to Michelle who followed suit. With a couple of tap on the rear, he moved the Oriental girl forward until she was only about a foot away from his stepsisters back. Taking Michelle’s lead, he attached it to the back of Stephanie’s collar. Pressing the crop on their right side, he turned both girls back around to face him.
He let them stand there for a bit as Jeff picked up the vibrators he had used earlier on each of the girls.
Stephanie felt the now-familiar nudge of a vibrator being eased into her. She spread her legs and tried to help as best she could as the stranger slipped it inside of her. She felt some more rope being tied around her waist and then between her legs. Gently, the stranger guided the rope through her sex to hold the vibe inside her. The stranger then gave her the controls.
The bound blonde girl tried to puzzle out what was next when she felt the crop press itself on her left side. Carefully, she turned, not wanting to trip over her hobble or anything else. She was sure that the other captive girl was getting the same sort of treatment.
Two slight taps on her rear brought her out of her thoughts. The stranger wanted her to move forward. One hesitant footstep at a time, Stephanie walked forward. Her leash dangled down in front of her, unused by the stranger.
The crop pressed on her left side again.
Stephanie turned and continued to hobble forward. The stranger was testing her. She had gotten used to being led around by her collar and leash, but now she was being guided by just mere touches of that wicked crop of his. She also felt a slight tug on the back of her collar and realized that she was leading the other captive girl behind her.
Jeff grinned as he guided both of his slaves throughout the house, Stephanie in the lead and Michelle following, her collar attached to his sisters. It was very slow going at first but soon both girls trusted his guidance. They trusted that he wouldn’t let them injure themselves. As soon as they were comfortable with moving bound as they were, Jeff switched their places and made Michelle the lead slave.
He circled them around the house, making sure that he got at least part of it on video. Jeff then stopped them where they had started in the living room.
With a press of a button, Jeff turned on Stephanie’s vibrator and she let out a slight moan as it started its hum. He did the same with Michelle’s before giving both girls a tap above their sex to let them know that they could cum.
Leaving his slaves in control of their own orgasms, Jeff went to fix lunch.
-o0o-
Lunch was fairly simple affair of grilled cheese sandwiches and cream of tomato soup to dip them in. He fed his slaves one at a time, guiding each into the kitchen separately, undoing their gags and making sure they had enough to eat. All the while, each of their vibrators were doing their duty and humming away.
A warm washcloth cleaned each girl up nicely so he could get them ready for their afternoon nap, or at least one of them, anyway
Stephanie felt herself being guided again. She had had a couple of small orgasms during her trial runs around the house, but having to concentrate on walking or eating prevented the larger ones from erupting inside of her. She let out a slight squeal as the stranger picked her up over his shoulder and carried her upstairs.
At the top of the stairs, the intruder set Stephanie down and took hold of her leash. Thankfully, she didn’t have to hop but the short hobble was nearly as bad as she shuffled to try and keep up. Finally, with a short tap on her rear, they came to a halt. The bound blonde was so concentrated on making sure she didn’t trip, she hadn’t had time to puzzle out where they were in the house. However, it became apparent when Stephanie was forced to sit and the familiar feel of her fluffy down comforter greeted her.
Stephanie’s heart sank deeper. Her room was her sanctuary; a place that was hers and hers alone. Now the stranger was in here with her, violating that sacred space. He carefully arranged her on her bed, lashing her leash to the white enamel and brass head railing. She then felt the stranger tug at her hobbles, anchoring them to the foot of her bed.
She still held the controls to her vibe and deep down inside, she was glad. At least she had control over something in this nightmare. The bound girl then felt the teasing fingers of the intruder gently pinching her already stiffened nipples, sending rumblings of pleasure through her.
The blonde squealed through her gag as she felt the cold jaws of some sort of clamp pinching down on her left nipple. The near pain shot through her as he continued the same treatment on the other on, a cold chain attaching one to the other.
A stroke across her stomach and a slight tap let Stephanie know that she was allowed to cum. Then she felt the stranger get up off of her bed and leave. Stephanie increased the pulsing buzz of the vibe to high and moaned as the bliss washed through her.
Jeff went down and gathered Michelle up and over his shoulder. Seeing his step-sister bound there on her bed caused his already aching cock to ache that much more. Michelle deserved some one on one time and Jeff decided that that time was now.
He carried the Oriental girl up the stairs and set her down on the top, just as he had his sister. Gathering up her lead, he gently tugged on his slave girl and she shuffled up behind him, mewling something unintelligible into her gag.
Jeff led her down the hall into his room. He had already prepped it for a visit from his sister before this adventure began, but Michelle would be the first to benefit from his labors.
He had a mission-style bed with lots of slats in both the headboard and the footboard. He had already secretly screwed in some eyebolts and had several lengths of chain attached to them. Maneuvering the Oriental girl around, he gave a gentle tap behind her leg, signaling for her to kneel down.
Michelle followed her orders and knelt before Jeff.
Jeff unzipped his pants and tok out his cock. He began to caress Michelle’s face with its tip, causing her to stir a bit. Reaching around to the back of her head, he began to unbuckle her head harness.
Then the doorbell rang. . .
-end of part 2-
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