by T.S. Fesseln

Part 2

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and rape, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to re-enact anything written below.

Chapter 3

The stranger's words kept echoing in Cindy's ears. Word's such as 'cattle-prod' and 'whip'. Already her nipples were sore from this stranger's torment and she could more than imagine the amount of pain this man could inflict. Cindy did not want to find out any more than she already had. With some effort, the bound blonde slowly began to inch her way across the living room carpet, hogtied and whimpering in tears.

Cindy could feel her friend Rachel beside her, struggling toward the kitchen as well. She loved her friend Rachel, but not enough to endure the stranger's promised whipping if she, Cindy, would arrive in the kitchen last. It took all of her concentration to do this. Cindy was tired and hungry and the evil vibrator that the stranger had inserted into her hummed at various speeds and not at set intervals. The young blonde fought to hold it within her while she humped forward.

In her mind, she could picture the Rachel and herself, both nude and bound, struggling on the living room floor at the feet of this vicious stranger. She could see the twisted smile on the strangers' face and his hungry eyes raping her bound body again and again. . .

The vibrator clicked on again, this time at full tilt. Cindy still had an orgasm lingering within her, the one the stranger had stopped so cruelly. The buzzing dildo prodded at it, forcing Cindy's pleasure to rise again. She moaned into her gag and stopped her forward struggles so that she could focus all of her soul on not cumming.

The vibrator continued to hum, sending a rush of pleasure churning through her like a wild river. Her hips bucked as much as they could within her bindings and the orgasm she did not want to have started to roil within her. Her whimpers became moans as the bliss began to crest and crash through her.

Then the vibrator stopped.

Cindy wailed into her gag. She was so close to her mental escape yet this evil thing within her seemed to know just when to stop its ministrations. The blonde knew her moans of frustration were loud but she was felt like she was a woman possessed, lacking control of her overtly taxed libido. The moans of her friend, Rachel, were much more subdued.


The blonde screamed into her gag as she felt the sting of a crop upon her ass.

"Now Miss Cotrell, I still haven't given you permission to cum now, have I?"

Cindy shook her head. Drool was running down over her lips and onto the carpet below her.

"I know how both of you would love to cum right now so I am giving both of you permission to cum anytime during this race, if this is okay with you two?"

Cindy nodded but Rachel did not catch the question. She was still concentrating on not losing the vibrator that was humming between her legs.


Rachel wailed into her gag at the snap of the crop on her behind.

"When I ask you a question, Mrs. Newark, I expect an answer," the stranger said evenly, "Do you understand or am I going to have to teach you a much larger lesson?"

Rachel shook her head, tears of pain running down her cheeks.

"You don't understand?" her tormentor asked, smiling.

The brunette shook her head again.

"So you are going to need a refresher course in how to respond, Mrs. Newark?"

Rachel was shook her head for the third time, her mind reeling from the strangers questions and trying to answer him correctly. She did not want to be whipped with that cruel thing again. Her ass was still throbbing from the sting. There was so many things that Rachel had to focus on that she broke into sobs as she fought to keep the humming vibrator within her.

"You don't need to cry, my beautiful Rachel," the stranger said softly, "You just have to answer when I ask you question. If you answer, than I won't have to use this. . ."

Rachel felt the tip of the crop run along her side lightly.

"Do you understand, Mrs. Newark?"

Rachel nodded.

"Now, back to the original question, my sweet, sweet, Rachel. DO you want to cum? Be honest."

Slowly, the bound brunette nodded her head yes. It tore out her soul to admit it and it caused another round of tears.

"Well, Rachel, I give you permission to cum anytime during our little game. Of course, you may lose your little friend that is humming your song, my sweet, but that is a risk you will have to take. Now. Your friend Cindy has been wriggling away during our little chat, so if you don't want feel this riding crop anytime soon, you better get cracking and beat her to the kitchen."

Rachel renewed her struggles toward the kitchen, mostly out of fear of the white-hot bite of the crop. If there was anything good about the pain was it diminished her desire to orgasm. There was still the pleasure boiling within her but it was now in the background. She concentrated on humping forward and keeping the vibrator within her sex.

The thick pile of Cindy's carpet abraded Rachel's skin as she scooted forward. She was sure that this man loved the sight of her, bound and helpless, writhing around at his feet. She imagined him staring at her nicely rounded ass, one of her best features, she thought. The way she was humping towards the kitchen, she could just feel his heated stares. She was sure it was just a matter of time before this man raped her. She tried not to dwell on that too much, however. She forced herself to focus on the present and to the task at hand: to avoid getting whipped.

The dark-haired captive could also hear her companion moaning as well, but it was not from pain. Cindy's moans were getting shorter in length and much more rapid. Cindy could feel another orgasm looming inside of her like a huge tidal wave about to crash and engulf her. The vibrator had leapt into high gear as the stranger was lecturing Rachel. She didn't have the fear of being painfully punished for her orgasmic release now; she just wished it would come.

The hogtied blonde struggled and writhed on the floor, humping her hips and chuffing into her gag. She could feel the bliss building and building as the vibrator buzzed inside of her. . .

Then it stopped.

Cindy floundered in her bonds in frustration and wailed into her gag. The blonde was sure that the stranger thought she looked like she was having a seizure. Her passions were boiling up and controlling her and there was little that Cindy could do now but blissfully ride them out.

A low, animalistic moan came out of Cindy's throat when the vibrator buzzed to life again. She humped the best she could on the carpeted floor, feeling nothing but the pure pleasure rushing through her and building faster and faster into a frothing whirlpool of ecstasy.

"You came, Cindy," the stranger said, "And what a show it was, too."

The man's words ran like ice water through Cindy, making her realize just how much she had just shown about herself to this monster.

"No need to cry, Miss Cotrell," he said, kneeling down and brushing his fingers through her hair, "It was a wonderful thing that you did. Did you not enjoy your orgasm?"

Crying, Cindy nodded yes. She had never had such a strong orgasm as the one that just gripped her. The very power of it weakened her to the point that she could no longer move. She had managed to keep the humming dildo within her, but barely. The dildo's vibrations were a comfort to her even during this horrifying humiliation.

The stranger continued to stroke her hair, "Now, Cindy, you really do need to get moving along. I think that your friend is going to win."

The fact was, Rachel had worked her way to the kitchen entrance. She had found that rolling onto her back a scooting herself along was much faster. It also provided the man a wonderful view of her tanned body. Unlike Cindy, Rachel had large breasts the jiggled with every little movement. Later, the man thought, he would take the metal cups off of her breasts and have fun with the dark nipples that lay beneath. Rachel had a nice, flat stomach, a product of her weekly gym workouts. She also had a nice dark patch of curls that she kept neatly trimmed. Again he thought about the coming week and the fun he would have breaking these two. His client would be a very happy man indeed.

Rachel finally felt the cool of the kitchen tile and a wave of relief swept over her. Still, she wanted to make sure that she was all the way into the kitchen. Wriggling and bucking, she finally squirmed her way over the floor until she felt the wooden leg of the kitchen table graze her shoulder. She had made it. That brief wave of relief began to swirl within her, mixing with the ministrations of her vibrator, causing a whorl of pleasure to course through her.

"You can cum too, my Mrs. Newark," the stranger said as she heard his footsteps coming toward her, "It is allowed."

As much as she thirsted for the release an orgasm would bring, she knew how much it would tear open her soul.

The brunette felt the strangers' fingertips starting to brush over her skin with a tenderness that surprised her. It was a lovers touch, not one of a rapist. They caressed over her hips and across the flat of her stomach and gently tugged and the metal cups that were sealed to her nipples. It was if his fingers were lightening rods sending little jolts of pleasure bolting through her.

The stranger's touch was a skilled touch as he continued to brush here and stroke there until the furnaces of pleasure were white hot and ready to explode within Rachel. The more she tried not to cum the more her orgasm seemed to build inside her until everything erupted into a huge white ball of ecstasy.

"There, there, my dear Rachel," the stranger said, "That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

Rachel barely nodded her head as she cried from both the sheer magnitude of her orgasm and the magnitude of her shame.

"Now I have to pay attention to the loser of this game," the man smiled, "but I will be back with you shortly, Mrs. Newark. I want to spend a lot more quality time with you."

Cindy Cotrell had not stopped sobbing since he last left her lying bound and helpless near the kitchen's entrance. The orgasm spent what last dregs of energy she had left so all that was left to do is to lay on the carpet and wait for the sting of the strangers whip.

"My dear Cindy," the man said, "Everything has a price and the price of that wonderful orgasm you had was that you lost to your lovely friend. Do you understand what that means Cindy?"

Cindy nodded her head, crying.

"You know this is going to hurt me more than it is going to hurt you," the stranger quipped, "My money was on you. If I were a betting man I would have lost big time."

The young blonde felt the stranger's arms under her as he picked her up and carried her the short distance to the kitchen and placed her beside Rachel. It was Cindy's fault that her friend was here like this. Cindy knew deep inside that she deserved whatever pains this man was going to inflict on her.

To Cindy's surprise, she felt the cuff around her ankle loosen and the stranger disconnected the tie between her wrists and ankles before locking the cuff back onto her ankle. Then she felt his warm hand gently trace a line along the back of her leg before giving her a quick slap one her ass.

"Okay, my Cindy, lift your ass up."

The girl was unsure what he meant, but she began to arch her butt up in the air.

"Good. Spread your knees apart as far as you can, Cindy."

Again, the blonde did as she was told. Most of her tears had dried and were replaced by the fear of the pain to come. She knew her swollen sex was exposed to the man right now as the vibrator weakly buzzed, it's batteries as spent as she was.

His hands caressed Cindy's buttocks, enjoying the wonderful firmness of them. His thumbs brushed up and down her swollen lips lightly before pressing the vibrator deeper within her. He felt her shudder.

The stranger had selected a soft leather flogger made of deerskin. It was soft to the touch and it really would not hurt much. The pain would be mainly in the mind of his slave in training.


Cindy wailed into her gag at the first bite of the flogger, it's leather tendrils splaying across her ass. She nearly fell over but she steadied herself for the next strike.


The second one wasn't nearly as bad as the first, but it still stung a bit. Cindy lost count after the tenth hit and the pain now became more of a dull erotic throb. The vibrator was no longer cutting in and out. Its buzz was constant though a mere whisper of its former strength. A slight shudder of pleasure ran through her, unbidden and unexpected.


The blonde yelped as the flogger stung her sex, the pain dulling any carnal delights she was having.

"There now, Miss Cotrell," the stranger spoke, "It is all over now. Time for some lunch."

Chapter 4

The intruder looked down at his two bound lovelies and grinned. This weekend was going to be better than he had anticipated, but it was going to take a few more days to get the women ready for his client. After the girls had their lunch, he was going to have to call his client and let him know what was going on and what few changes might have to be made to their plans.

The women bound in front of him were indeed a sight to behold. The blonde, Cindy, had her wrists and elbows tied behind her back and her slender ankles cuffed. A wide, black leather collar encircled her throat and the rings glued onto her nipples were still in place. She continued to whimper into her gag as the weakening vibrator still hummed within her sex. She rocked her hips a bit, but the intruder knew that the woman was exhausted and spent from her orgasm.

Rachel, the tall and tanned brunette, was still struggling against her bonds. She too had had a wonderful orgasm while hogtied, but it had not weakened her as much as it had her friend. However, the struggles were meager and he guessed that another cum was just around the corner.

"Okay girls, it's time for me to play chef, so I am going to have to make sure you two are safe and sound while I get things ready."

Cindy felt the stranger help her up into a kneeling position. The combination of the pain and pleasure that whirled through her just moments ago had zapped any energy she had. She felt like a soggy puppet. The stranger reattached the binding between her wrists and ankles as she knelt.

"Okay, my lovely Cindy, I need you to open your knees again," the stranger whispered into her ear.

Weakly, the captive blonde did so almost robotically. She felt the strangers fingers caress around her sex-slicked lips, sending more ripples of pleasure through her before not-so-gently pulling the humming vibrator out.

"Smell that," the man said to Cindy as he waved the vibrator under her nose, "That's you, Miss Cottrell! That tells me you are enjoying this. Are you enjoying this, Miss Cottrell?"

The blindfolded blonde nodded her head weakly.

Cindy screamed into her gag as the stranger twisted the ring glued to her nipple hard.

"I didn't hear you Miss Cottrell. Are you enjoying this?"

"Uhhh-huuuh," Cindy shouted into her gag, nodding her head violently.

"I thought you would say that," the man smiled, releasing her nipple, "Your pussy doesn't tell lies, my dear Cindy, so I am glad you didn't either. Now stay put just the way you are while I take care of your guest Rachel."

Rachel felt the stranger over her and she could feel his eyes almost dissecting her as she laid there.

"Now, my beautiful Mrs. Newark, you should know by now your bindings are too strong for you to escape from, come here you. . ."

The intruder lifted the brunette up to her knees and placed in front of her friend, Cindy. Rachel felt his warm hand reach between her legs and caress her pleasure-swollen lips, slick with her arousal.

“You are about to cum again, I think, Mrs. Newark,” the stranger growled in her ear, “I can feel it in your warm skin as I touch you. . .”

The bound brunette felt his hand lightly caressing her bare skin; over her bare shoulders, down her sides and over the flat of her stomach. Her body responded by arching back towards him, mewling through her gag.

“Do you want to cum, Rachel?”

Rachel moaned and nodded her head. She indeed wanted to cum, to let her passion cocoon her away from what was happening to her. The fire had never really subsided much within her and now she felt it beginning to flare inside her furnace again.

The man grasped the vibrator and began to thrust it into her, slowly but forcibly. It was still humming and Rachel thrust herself back upon it. Faster and faster he fucked her with it as she felt the erotic fires starting to explode inside of her.

The he pulled it out of her.

“You cum when I command you to cum, Mrs. Newark, and you are not allowed to right now. Later, maybe, if you are a good little girl. But for now, that will have to wait on other things.”

Rachel moaned her frustration as she felt herself being manhandled to just in front of Cindy. She could feel the heat of her skin as he forced the two bound women together, the metal rings glued to their nipples clinking together. Rachel could feel Cindy’s breathing and quiet tears and for a moment felt sorry for her.

“Stay there while I get a few things, ladies. Don’t move or I will be forced to do things I don’t really want to do.”

The brunette didn’t move. Her strength had been zapped from the race to the kitchen and her other struggles. What Rachel really feared is what was going to become of them after the plumber had his way with them. With both her and Cindy bound like they were, he could rape them all he wanted to and there wasn’t a thing that they could do about it.

“Good girl,” the stranger patted Rachel on the head.

The man had gotten four lengths of fine chain, the type used for leashes and such. Each had clips and rings on both ends. He carefully clipped one of the ends of each chain to each of the bound women’s nipple rings, tugging on it to make sure it would hold. Taking a hold of Cindy’s two chains, he eased the ends between Rachel’s legs and between the cheeks of her ass, pulling it tightly so the two lengths rested between Rachel’s swollen pussy lips. Keeping them taut, the man then pulled the chains up Rachel’s back and attached clipped them to her leather collar, forcing the brunette against her friend. The man repeated the process with Cindy. If one moved, the chain would rub within their sex as well as pull on each of their nipples.

“There. I think I can leave you two alone while I fix us some grub.”

Just looking at the two, he wished he could fuck them both, but that was not in the contract. He could try to get away with it, but the people he was doing this for were intolerant at best and he could find himself in a whole world of hurt. No, better to carry the contract out and get paid; cherish the memories of what could have been.

Rachel pulled at her bonds a bit, quickly figuring out what was done to them as Cindy moaned into her gag. Rachel’s orgasm still lurked inside of her, undiminished by the removal of the vibe. He sex was still sensitive and every link seemed to roughly stoke her embers. Rocking her hips a bit, she could feel the passion flaring again and she could tell by Cindy’s movements and sighs, that the same was happening to her as well.

‘Cum when I command you to cum.’ The man’s words continued to echo through Rachel even as she struggled to do just that. She was so close yet fear of what might happen to her kept her forcing it down inside her.

Cindy’s movements, however, were getting stronger, pulling on Rachel’s pleasure-ached nipples. Her hips pressed against Rachel’s as Cindy’s moans became more staccato.


Cindy screamed in pain into her gag as the stranger whipped a leather flogger across her ass.

“Bad Girl, Miss Cottrell!”

Cindy cried as Rachel heard the flogger lash out again.

“No cumming until I tell you to, Miss Cottrell. How much more plainly can I tell you. Your friend Mrs. Newark knows how to pay attention. Why can’t you?”

Cindy only whimpered.

“Did you not understand me, Miss Cottrell?”

Cindy nodded her head.

“Yet you disobeyed me. I am VERY disappointed in you, young lady. I am going to have to punish you somehow, later. If you made me burn your lunch, it will be VERY painful for you. Now, DO NOT CUM! I need to get back to cooking. Do you understand, Miss Cottrell?”

Cindy whined and nodded her head again.

Rachel tried not to move much. She could feel Cindy’s sobs and well as the warm tears dripping onto Rachel’s breast. She did not want to be on the receiving end of whatever whip Cindy had. But with each panting sob, the chain links rubbed between Rachel’s legs, teasing her orgasm to come out and play. It took all her will to fight it down.

‘Lunch is served, ladies,” the man declared.

The bound brunette felt the chains being unfastened and pulled away from her, piled to the side for now. She felt something clip to her collar and then tugged at. Rachel tried to shuffle behind as best she could on her knees until he stopped her. A moment passed and she could hear the stranger do the same with Cindy.

“I am going to un-gag you one at a time, ladies, so you can eat. One noise out of either of you, the gag goes back in and you will not have an opportunity to eat for the day. Do you understand?”

Both Rachel and Cindy nodded.

“Good. Since Mrs. Newark has been such a good girl, she will eat first.”

The stranger pulled the tape from her lips in a quick, ripping pain.

“Lean forward, Mrs. Newark.”

The brunette did as she was told until she could smell something good in front of her. The stranger had set a bowl down in front of her and now expected her to eat it as if she were a dog.

“Eat or go hungry, Rachel,” the stranger said, “I could care less.”

Tentatively, the bound woman took a bite. The man had prepared a warm chicken salad with chopped walnuts and apples and, to her amazement, quite good. Rachel nibbled at her plate, swallowing little bits at a time.

“Lick it clean,” the man said simply.

Rachel did the best she could, the plate scooting across the floor a bit. Finally, she felt a tug at her collar and she bent back up.

“Open wide,” the man said.

The brunette did not want to open wide, but she did so knowing that there was pain if she didn’t. A wide ball was stuffed between her lips behind her teeth. She could hear the ripping of tape as the strapped several strips over her lips again, sealing them silently.

“Good girl. After I feed Cindy, you can go have your orgasm. Would you like that Rachel?”

And Rachel slowly nodded her head, turning red. She did want to have her orgasm.

End of part 2

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