Chapter One.
When
secret agent Laura Baker woke up, she tried to lift her head but immediately
thought better of it when it started spinning. She also felt very
uncomfortable. As she gradually came around, she realized the reason for her
feeling of discomfort was that she was tied up, and one of the major sources of
discomfort was the presence of what felt like a rubber ball stuck in her mouth,
apparently held there by a strap which she could feel on her cheeks and going
around the back of her head.
Where
the hell am I? she thought. She tried to push out
the ball with her tongue to shout, but immediately changed her mind. Better
find out what I've gotten myself into before attracting any attention, she
thought.
As
her vision focused and she managed to look around her, she saw she was lying on
a mattress and that her legs were securely tied with ropes at the knees and
ankles. As for her arms, she could feel that they were tied securely behind her
back at the elbows and wrists. There was also a rope going from her wrists,
coming up under her crotch and tied to her waist at her front, so that the damn
thing was digging into her every time she moved her arms away from her body
trying to find a way to loosen the ropes holding her wrists together.
She
saw that she’d been stripped of her dress and slip, and was wearing only her
bra, garter belt and stockings, and the 5” stiletto heel shoes with ankle
straps, all of which she’d purchased for the special assignment she had been
going on. The “cute underwear”, as she called it, had been her own idea, a
sudden fancy since the assignment wasn’t supposed to include undressing, at
least not in this fashion: trussed up like a turkey - all ready for
Thanksgiving.
After
the assignment, she had been hoping to finish off the evening with a romantic
date with a fellow agent called Michael Marsh. He had immediately shown
interest in her since she’d joined the Los Angeles office and she had also
found herself attracted to him right from the start. But due to the work and
assignments, she’d just been waiting in vain in the hope of being asked out for
a date and nothing had happened up to now. So when she found out he would be on
this assignment too, she had impulsively volunteered to be on it.
The
assignment was to have a female agent pose as a decoy in one of the bars where
there had been suspected exchanges of secret information over the last months.
The man they suspected had always been seen with young and beautiful brunettes,
all with similar features - features resembling her own, so it had seemed only
natural that she volunteer as the decoy, to see if the spy would show interest
in her, hopefully helping her to gain more information about his contacts.
Of
course, every precaution was supposed to have been taken to ensure her safety;
a male agent would always be close by and two more stationed a bit further. In
this case of course, there was Michael Marsh, and the other agents were Jim
Long and Carla Smith. These two seemed to get along very well and always asked
to be on assignments together. To her delight, the agent who was to be close by
and watch over the decoy was Michael Marsh, so of course she'd volunteered
without even thinking of the danger.
So
much for all those fancy theories! she thought. Now the harsh
reality is that I’m lying here tied up and helpless, at the mercy of some
crazed kidnapper who’ll most probably rape and murder me!
Judging
from the aches in her jaw and limbs, she knew she must have been tied up for a
while. She started to struggle and move her legs and arms together some more,
trying to restore some semblance of circulation in her aching limbs. Her jaw,
on the other hand, she couldn’t do much about. It was constantly held open wide
by the rubber ball, which she had tried unsuccessfully to push out with her
tongue. She’d been drooling profusely when she woke up, but had managed to
regain some control over her saliva and wiped her chin on the sheet.
Controlling her saliva alone was a full time job due to the ballgag.
Laura
nevertheless kept struggling against her bonds to keep her circulation going
and hopefully find some slack in those damned ropes. However, the only thing
this struggling was accomplishing at the moment was to induce a
not-so-unpleasant sensation from the rubbing of the rough crotch rope against
what she called her pleasure spot, on which it was rubbing every time she moved
to alleviate her discomfort.
She
realized also that whoever had tied her up had made sure this part of her
bondage wouldn’t be ignored. In fact, she noticed that every part of her body
was feeling tingly, but most of all her nipples and clitoris area were feeling
extremely sensitive, just like the feeling she got whenever she was making
love.
Oh
damn it, I can't be getting aroused now!, she
thought, I'm helplessly tied up and without the benefit of a man to do
something about relieving this feeling that’s coming on!!
She
tried to roll around a bit and move her arms and legs a bit to alleviate the
discomfort of the strict bondage and it helped a bit. But she also realized
through her struggling that whoever had tied her up had meant business, she
couldn’t feel any give or slack in the ropes, and realized with a sinking
feeling in the pit of her stomach that she wouldn’t be getting loose on her own
very soon.
She
stopped struggling again because the crotch rope was definitely starting
something she didn’t want to start, especially not in this predicament where
she couldn’t do anything to continue the process of stimulating herself with
her own hands.
Now
if there could have been the strong yet gentle hands of a man such as Michael
Marsh to massage her ‘love spots’, as she called them, that would have been
another story... This however was definitely not what she had planned for that
evening.
She
sighed through her gag. Now the sexy underwear she'd worn in the hope to excite
Michael was only making her feel like one of those sex objects she'd heard
about. The flimsy bra which barely covered her voluptuous breasts was barely
keeping them from escaping their skimpy cups. They were sticking out more due
to her arms being pulled back so tightly behind her back. And the sexy garter
belt and sheer black stockings now would only serve to stimulate her attacker
instead of the man she'd hoped to wind up in bed with.
The
bastard must have had a good time while taking my clothes off,
she thought, though she didn’t feel anything to indicate he’d already raped
her, and why she didn’t know….
She
was still wearing those all too scanty, transparent panties she’d chosen for
what should have been a very special occasion, and which didn’t do much to hide
her intimate parts. They were now soaking, she was very wet down there and the
very thin material wasn't doing much to protect her pussy from the roughness of
the rope, which kept digging into her at the slightest movement.
Her
see through bra wasn’t doing much better either. That was another thing she’d
chosen especially for Michael. It naughtily revealed and uplifted her young and
firm breasts - not that they needed much uplifting in the first place, but
she’d found it would create that enhancing effect which most women would die
for.
Now,
she thought, These CLOTHES might be what I’ll die for if they prove to be
too enticing!
Her struggling was making her breasts spill out of the bra,
but there wasn't much she could do about it for now.
Laura
had been blessed with a thin waist and relatively ample breasts, and knew she
had a figure which could drive men crazy if she wore the right clothes, so she
normally tried to wear clothes which didn’t encourage unwanted male attention.
This
assignment however had provided a good excuse to make herself as desirable as
possible for the handsome secret agent she had her eye on. The garter belt and
stockings had been a last minute touch which she knew would make her
irresistible. Now she was helplessly tied up in her most revealing and enticing
lingerie and couldn’t do anything about it.
She
struggled harder, twisting and rolling around to study her surroundings.
Sitting up seemed out of the question - that crotch rope was already making its
presence felt more and more. It was starting to ‘bug’ her even when she wasn’t
moving, so she figured she might as well endure the feelings it was creating
while trying to think of some way to free herself.
She
saw that the bedroom didn’t have windows. The bed she was lying on was one of
those old brass types with corner posts and lots of fancy metal work at the
head and foot. There was a commode with a mirror on the far wall. She made a mental
note that if she could break it she might be able to try to slice through her
ropes, but then she put the idea aside when she realized she’d have to hop over
to it without losing her balance and falling flat on her face without any hope
of protecting herself since her arms were bound securely behind her back. And
even if she made it she would probably be unable to reach and break it, as the
commode didn’t look like it could be made to topple easily either.
The
only other furniture was a chair in a corner. There was no sign of her dress
but her purse - which had contained her gun - was lying over in the far corner,
the contents spilled around it on the floor. She couldn't see any sign of the
gun. There just didn’t seem to be anything she could use to free herself,
except maybe the small penknife that was on her key chain.
Now
that’s an idea, she thought – Get the penknife!
She couldn't see her key chain and keys, but they could still be inside the
purse. The only way to know would be to let herself down on the floor and
wriggle over.
By
the time she’d inventoried all the angles of the room, the twisting and rolling
on the bed had taken its toll. Laura felt herself coming and she knew she
wouldn’t be able to stop it. The crotchrope was stuck in her crack and all she
could do was continue to struggle and try to bring herself to a proper climax
with only the help of the rope’s limited movement against her now throbbing
clitoris, which she was now desperately trying to stimulate through the
restrained rubbing of the rope while moving her bound arms.
Being
tied up and helpless was somehow creating an additional if unexpected stimuli,
and the added sensation only seemed to enhance her climax even more. She came
so strongly and so long that she almost passed out. She could hear a loud
garbled moan and realized the sound was coming from her own gagged mouth. When
it passed, she tried to move a bit to relieve the strain created by her bonds
while she had been struggling, but that only made her become more aroused and
climax again even harder. This time, the sound she heard was her own muffled
scream, as she felt herself faint into blessed oblivion.
When
she came around again, she just lay there whimpering, afraid to move again,
while trying to catch her breath through the ballgag, but within a few moments
she had to change her position again and the whole damn process repeated
itself.
She
came again even harder this time, so hard that this time she really passed out!
She felt as if her body had a mind of its own, her screams were becoming more
primitive, and she had no more control over her uncontrollable arousal.
When
she slowly regained consciousness, she had no idea how long she’d lain there,
but knew that she desperately had to do something to get out of this
predicament before she went out of her mind!
She
finally managed to find a position so as to relieve a bit of the pressure from
the crotch rope by arching her back, but that proved to be an even more
uncomfortable position.
She
felt weak and sweaty, but was basking in that warm afterglow which followed her
climaxes, and which she always enjoyed just as much. The only difference now
was that she was bound and helpless on a strange bed, wearing nothing but her
most revealing and enticing underwear, and waiting for her captor to come and
rape her.
To
change her mind about such dark thoughts and to pass the time, she tried to
remember how she'd gotten into this predicament.
"Let's
see", she said to herself. "I remember I was sitting in the bar, then
I went to the ladies room". She’d felt a bit funny and automatically
headed for the ladies room in case she would be sick. Then she remembered
feeling dizzy and having to sit down. Agent Carla Loren, the other female agent
on the assignment, had spotted her going over to the back of the bar and
followed her. The last thing she remembered was Agent Lara trying to help her
from falling down. Then nothing until waking up in this situation.
That's
strange, she thought. Where's Lara? And
why didn't she do anything to keep me from being kidnapped? Maybe she's been
kidnapped too. Oh God, I hope Long or Marsh can rescue us soon.
Actually,
she would prefer it to be Michael Marsh. She started to fantasize about Michael
coming into the room to rescue her, and how irresistible and helpless she would
look, and maybe he would take advantage of her and maybe she wouldn’t mind at
all if he was gentle!
This
only managed to get her going again. The orgasms came on just as strong, and
she came again three more times before dozing off to sleep, exhausted. The last
thing she thought of as she fell asleep was that she could not recall any other
time when she had come so many times in a row, nor so hard for that matter. This
predicament she was stuck in was, for the moment at least not all that
unpleasant, and if only her captors didn’t mistreat her, she might even learn
to enjoy some parts of it.
Chapter Two
"How
about getting us a beer from the fridge, dear?" Secret Agent Michael Marsh
asked.
Co-agent
Carla Smith sighed. They were in Jim Long's country cottage. He and Agent
Michael Marsh were enjoying watching their favorite baseball team on TV. The
game was all the more interesting since it seemed as if they were about to
finally break a ten game losing streak.
Carla
slowly got up from the armchair where she'd been sitting. She would have liked
to complain about having to wait on the two of them, but the ballgag she had in
her mouth only allowed her the limited satisfaction of a muffled grumbling.
Her
hands were still handcuffed behind her back, as they had been ever since they'd
brought agent Laura Baker, drugged and unconscious back to the cottage.
Jim,
who was also her lover and master, had insisted that since they were going to
introduce Laura to the joys and ecstasies of bondage, it would only be fair not
to let Carla enjoy some restraining fun too. Jim and Carla had discovered their
mutual interest in bondage a few years earlier while on a case, and it was Jim
who'd talked Michael and his previous female partner into trying it too.
It
had turned out to be the stimulus for the best sex Michael had ever
experienced, but it had all come to a shocking end when Michael's female lover
and partner had been killed in a car accident a few months earlier.
Since
then Michael had not shown any interest in anything, to the point that Jim had
been concerned that this might put them both in danger during their
assignments.
So
when beautiful Laura Baker had walked in that fateful Monday morning, a few
weeks earlier and Jim had seen the light come on in his friend Michael's eyes,
his hopes were given a boost. Then when Carla had mentioned that Laura had
expressed interest in Michael too, it had been only logical that Jim approach Michael
and suggest the little "game" they had devised to introduce the
lovely Laura to the pleasures of enhanced sexual sensations through the joys of
bondage.
Jim
had found that most women were reluctant to accept to experiment with bondage,
but that if they 'discovered it accidentally', they could learn to like it even
it they didn't want to admit it openly. Usually, the relationship would either
come to an abrupt end if they really didn't enjoy it, or would continue with a
covert acceptance which gradually became more open as the experimentation stage
passed, and the better sex overcame the discomforts and inconveniences of
making love while bound.
Carla
hobbled over to the kitchen to get the beers. She figured she'd better make two
trips if she didn't want to chance dropping one of the bottles, although she
probably could have managed it, but as she slowly made the short steps her
ankle chain could allow her, she knew she was catching the attention of both
men, and this she liked very much.
One
of the reasons she didn't mind bondage was the extra male attention it gave
her. This was an important part of the turn-on for her, and she knew Jim knew
it too.
Michael
and Jim had carried the unconscious Laura inside and she'd helped by taking off
her clothes while the two men discussed how to tie her up. So when Laura's ever
so sexy lingerie was revealed, she knew before Jim even asked that he would
insist that she get dressed the same way too.
Carla
always came prepared with all kinds of lingerie, clothes and bondage items of
her own, even if Jim always liked to surprise her with some new items of his
own. He was very meticulous and detailed about what she should wear and how she
should look depending on his mood and whatever he wanted to experiment with her
at the time. So finding a similar set of sexy opera length seamed stockings had
not been a problem. The garter belt she had not opted for though, choosing
instead the merry widow corset, which she'd recently purchased but had not had
a chance to wear for Jim yet.
This
was what she was wearing now, the corset, cinching her already thin waist as
tight as she could stand it, the new black and very sheer seamed stockings
she'd purchased just the day before, and the 5" stiletto heels that Jim
always liked so much. The corset unfortunately did not cover much, but only
offered a bit of support for her generous breasts, so she was forced to walk by
the two men with her exposed breasts bouncing up and down as she tried not to
lose her precarious balance on her high heels due to the ankle restraints Jim
had added after securing her arms behind her back. They were made from modified
handcuffs that were linked together by a short 10" chain. This made
walking very difficult, she had to really be careful not to trip, since she
would have fallen flat on her face with her hands tied behind her back.
The
new ballgag Jim had strapped into her mouth once she had been made helpless
felt a bit large too, so that she had to fight constantly not to lose control
of her saliva. Jim had been experimenting on her with different sizes and
shapes of ballgags recently, and this one definitely felt like it filled her
mouth to its maximum.
I
sure hope Jim won't make me wear this ballgag as long as usual, my jaw is
already starting to ache, she thought as she started
hobbling towards the kitchen, but her discomfort was soon forgotten as she felt
the appreciative stares of the men on her exposed breast and her barely hidden
pussy, covered only with the flimsiest see through panties Jim had found in her
stuff and suggested she wear.
As
she slowly disappeared into the kitchen, Michael turned to Jim and said:
"I wonder if I should check on Laura again. She seems to be taking a bit
long to come to".
"Yeah,
I guess you should. I think Carla maybe put too many of those knockout drops in
her drink."
"I
must say I can't blame her, she might have been worried that it wouldn't be
enough; (he paused to check if Carla was still in the kitchen and out of hear-shot)
I placed a couple more of those "special drops" you gave me on her
ballgag".
Jim
had given Michael a small but very potent vial of a special liquid he'd found
while on a trip to Japan.
It
was supposed to be an aphrodisiac that could turn even the coldest, most frigid
woman into an uncontrollable nymphomaniac. The effect on Agent Carla had been
incredible.
Jim
had tried it on her the first time they had experimented with bondage, and the
effect had been fantastic! Now she only wanted to make love while tightly bound
and gagged . She associated the increased sexual gratification to the bondage,
and did not suspect that he effect was being helped thanks to a couple of drops
of the aphrodisiac on her ball gag.
Jim
gave a shocked look at Michael. "Oh, shit! I had already put 3 or 4 drops
on it myself before you carried her in, now she'll be more than horny, she'll
be in a real torment! And we've been leaving her tied up like that with that
gag in her mouth all this time!"
One
thing Jim had mentioned was that the dosage must not be exceeded, but now it
had. “The effects of an overdose can be unpredictable and dangerous”, the man
who had sold it to him had warned.
"I'll
go see if she's OK," said Michael as he rose and quickly headed for the
bedroom door.
Chapter Three
As
Michael walked tothe bedroom door, he thought about how lucky his friend Jim
had been when he'd found this cottage sitting on the edge of a small lake.
Secluded yet accessible, it had all the amenities one could want, while
allowing for the privacy needed whenever he would bring a lover for a weekend
of secluded love bondage.
His
heart sank again as he thought of Claudia, the woman he had loved so much.
She'd been such an eager partner, willing to experiment and open minded every
time he thought of some new "game" or tie-up situations that they had
so enjoyed. Her and Michael had spent many a weekend of love bondage with their
friends Jim and Carla at this cottage. Now she was gone, cut down in her prime.
"Laura Baker is a very lovely woman too," he told himself, "and
in her own way, maybe even lovelier than Claudia."
Michael
hadn't been ready to date Laura and risk suffering a letdown if the love
bondage style he enjoyed was not her cup of tea, so despite his being attracted
to her, he hadn't wanted to show too much interest yet…. that is, until his
friends Carla and Jim had suggested they try a bit of playful persuasion on
Laura to introduce her to the joys of restraint.
They
would pretend she'd been kidnapped and see how she reacted when Michael would
"find and rescue her". Carla had mentioned that Laura had already
expressed interest in Michael so here wasn't too much to risk. If things went
well, she would welcome being "rescued" by Michael, and if they
didn't then he still could look like a hero to her and not lose face. At least
he would know what her true feelings for bondage were.
But
unknown to Carla, Jim and Michael also had their "secret potion", the
tasteless aphrodisiac Jim had found in Asia. With only a small amount mixed in
a drink or on a ballgag, it could transform a somewhat "frigid" woman
into a sex crazed fiend if the recommended dose was exceeded. Powerful stuff
indeed! Jim had experimented on Carla and found it to be quite effective, and
now was in the habit of adding a drop or two on her ballgag every time they
practised love bondage.. But now Michael and Jim's had both put some 3 or 4
drops on Laura's gag, resulting in much larger dosage than they had ever
experimented with. The realisation had Michael really worried and he now was
anxious to check on Laura. He stood at the door while Jim was going outside
with Carla.
Jim
had already taken Carla by the elbow and was escorting her out the door so
Laura wouldn't suspect anything. Carla was trying to protest through her gag
while gingerly hobbling on her high heels and trying not to lose her balance at
the same time. She didn't mind the attention of being tied up in front of Jim
or Michael, but going outside like that was something a bit new that she hadn't
been prepared for.
Her
protests and resistance were of course futile. Jim didn't take no for an answer
too easily, and she knew that the plot to seduce Laura couldn't include her and
Jim being there when she was "rescued", so she had no choice but to
allow herself to be pushed outside in her state of undress and securely tied up
the way she was.
The
morning air was still cool and it made her nipples harden as soon as she felt
it on them. She was also getting quite wet 'down there' and was starting to
give Jim the look that said; "Please let me out of this misery!" The
"misery" of course was not the bondage part itself, but her
increasingly greater state of arousal, over which to her frustration and yet
simultaneous enjoyment, she had no control and could only find relief when Jim
decided to make love to her.
She
knew that the sight of her trying to walk in her restraints, dressed only in
the waist cinching merry widow corset, opera length dark seamed stockings and
high heels, would prove too enticing for him to resist. So Carla gingerly
hobbled towards the small barn near the cottage while swaying her hips in the
most enticing way she could manage in spite of her arms being bound behind her
back, hoping Jim would follow her in. What would follow once she made it in there
would, as they say, "be history".
Jim
caught up to her and opened the door like a true gentleman, not that she
couldn't have done so herself even with her hands handcuffed behind her back.
Her many bondage experiences had taught her to manage to do many things despite
being restrained, but the chivalry that her helplessness always generated in
Jim was one of the many rewards for which her discomfort seemed a small price
to pay.
He
quietly closed the door behind them and gently led her to a place in the middle
of the floor where he told her to wait. Moist in anticipation, she wasn't
surprised when he snuck up behind her and cupped her breasts in his hands.
Carla
shivered and moaned in her gag. Normally, he would then turn her around and
kiss her, but the ballgag would be a hindrance so she was expecting him to
remove it, and in anticipation she let her bound hands do a little bit of
exploring since he was so close behind her, and felt the rock hard lump in his
pants and shuddered even more in anticipation.
To
her surprise, instead of his removing her gag she felt her him doing something
to the section between her handcuffs and then her arms suddenly being pulled
upwards behind her, making her bend over to avoid any pain in her shoulders.
Twisting
around, she saw that Jim had gotten the end of a rope attached to a nearby post
and tied it to the link between her handcuffs. The rope was passing through an
overhead pulley that she hadn't noticed before, busy as she had been looking
down to avoid tripping and falling flat on her face when she'd entered. He was
now firmly pulling on the other end of the rope and making her bend as far
forward as she could until the strain was at its maximum on her shoulders.
Jim
secured the end rope on a big nail on the nearby post. Laura was trying to
protest but her gag only allowed a garbled "uh..lease …noh!.
Jim
said "All right dear, now be a good girl and don't go anywhere while I go
and see if everything is Ok with Michael and Laura. I'll be back soon." He
quietly left, chuckling to himself as he always did when she was bound and
helpless.
Laura
moaned and groaned in her gag, shaking her head, but it was no use. Jim was
already walking out and closing the door behind him.
Dammit,
she thought, I was sure he was going to lay me down and make love to me. Now
I'm stuck here like a piece of prized meat on a hook! She struggled against
her awkward position but it was no use, she was going to stay on her tiptoes
bent over with her arms held almost vertically behind her back until Jim came
back and freed her. The thought did excite her though. The added feeling of
helplessness was making her feel even more horny. Oh, please hurry back my
love, so you can make love to me, I can't stand this waiting much longer!
she pleaded inwardly.
She
decided to concentrate on controlling her saliva to stop the drool from pouring
out around the edges of the ballgag. No use feeling more miserable than
necessary, she thought. Besides, the added helplessness was making her feel
even more aroused.
Outside,
Jim stood watching Carla through a small side window.
“She
sure is a sight for sore eyes," he mused. Better not be gone too long
so I can get a bit of her before she goes too wild. He had also applied a
couple of drops of the aphrodisiac to Carla’s ballgag while preparing Laura’s,
just to make sure Carla was really "in the mood".
Michael
and him had both agreed that the girls should not know about this wonderful
stuff, even if it did produce such incredible results with the libido of the
girls, just in case they decided to refuse. The results were just too good to
risk a refusal on their part.
He
turned and hurried towards the house to the bedroom window where Laura was
being held captive, and peeked through a small space where the blind wasn't completely
closed.
Chapter Four
Michael
had waited till Jim and Carla were inside the barn.
As
soon as they were outside, he entered the bedroom where Laura was being kept
prisoner.
Laura
had somehow managed to slide to the floor and was whimpering and moaning while
twisting around and trying to wriggle towards the other end of the room where
her purse was lying.
When
she heard the door opening, she let out a frightened whimper and turned her
head towards it. At first, her eyes couldn’t seem to focus, but then she
recognised Michael!
She
let out a muffled cry of relief and gave him a look that clearly said; “Thank
God you’re here!"
Michael
walked towards her, saying, “Laura, are you all right ?”
Laura
nodded. “el… mhe.” She was trying to say ‘help me’ but realised the ballgag was
doing a good job of scrambling whatever words she could mouth around the edges
of it.
Michael
walked up to her, bent down and scooped her up in his arms, and deposited her
gently on the bed.
She
groaned as the crotch rope dug into her when he lifted her, and she thought she
would come again when Michael laid her down but he did it so gently there was
no added stimulus.
The
‘need’ was getting more urgent though, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to
last much longer. So as Michael unbuckled her ballgag, she blurted out without
thinking:
“Oh
Michael, please make love to me! Now ! I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I
need you to make love to me right now! I’ve been in agony since I woke up tied
up like this!"
Michael,
dumbfounded at his luck receiving such an open invitation, just looked at her,
mesmerised by her beautiful body. Her firm and ample breasts were jutting out
and one of them had escaped her flimsy bra.
He
wanted to ask her if she was OK, but obviously she was. She kept trying to move
her arms and seeing her struggle with her delicate shoulder pinned back so
harshly was really exciting him.
He
mechanically started to undo the rope which was cutting into her crotch,
remembering how tight Carla had insisted it had to be when she had attached it.
Then
he started to try to reach her bound arms to undo the knots, but Laura had
already found some leverage to move now that the cursed crotch rope was not
cutting her in two anymore, so she moved her mouth close to his, now that he
was so close, and passionately kissed him on the lips as best she could.
He
stopped fumbling with the rope holding her arms and returned her kiss and
embraced her.
The
feeling of being kissed back passionately while tied up and helpless was making
Laura feel even more excited. The urge to have him inside her was now
agonising.
Seeing
how he was looking at her bound arms and legs, obviously hesitating as to where
to start untying her Laura realised that Michael was getting very excited also…
the bulge in his pants was a dead give-away.
When
she’d felt the cursed crotch rope being removed, she'd almost climaxed, so she
decided to take control of the situation since it was going nowhere for the
moment.
“Michael
please hurry! I want you to make love to me right now, so just untie my legs,
never mind my arms for now, just untie my legs and take me!"
Michael
obligingly started to undo the knots, working as fast as he could. He could see
the aphrodisiac had really affected Laura and decided to play along for the
moment.
Anyway,
the sight of Laura writhing in her bonds with such determination was getting
too much for him. She kept struggling like a madwoman, rubbing her sexy nylon
clad legs together while he loosened the ropes tying them at the knees and
ankles. At first, he wasn’t sure if she was trying to restore circulation of if
she was just plain horny, but when she managed to free them and tried to wrap
them around his waist to bring him closer to her crotch, he knew she had meant
business about needing him to make love to her.
Michael
quickly pulled down his pants and inserted himself into her already wet and
pulsating pussy. Laura moaned and help up her head trying to kiss him again.
Their lips locked and he felt her pulsating even harder. She was coming and he
hadn’t even started to ream her!
Her
bound arms were still pinned cruelly behind her back but she didn’t seem to
mind. Her hips were thrusting up and down along with him. Then Laura screamed
uncontrollably right in his ear as she climaxed.
Michael
continued to move in and out of her throbbing pussy. Then he screamed too, as
he came into her like a cannon, only his scream was not only due to the
incredible pleasure of shooting off into this beautiful woman, who was still
writhing like a she-devil in her bonds, but also from the pain of Laura’s teeth
digging into his shoulder!
Forgetting
that the ball gag wasn't in her mouth anymore, Laura had instinctively tried to
bite something to stifle her next scream and sunk her teeth into Michael's
shoulder instead.
The
hell with this! he thought as he saw the teeth
marks and a bit of blood oozing out on his shoulder. He grabbed the ball gag
still lying on the bed and proceeded to strap it back into Laura’s mouth.
Laura
realised she’d accidentally hurt Michael but she hadn't been able to help
herself because her orgasm had been so strong, so when she felt him pushing the
ball back in her mouth she obediently let herself be gagged again.
The
feeling of him inside her while being gagged and bound was too much and she
came again, this time thankfully biting into the rubber ball as Michael
finished buckling it behind her neck.
Laura
felt like she'd died and gone to heaven. Michael was making love to her, which
was what she had fantasised about for so many lonely nights! Her legs were
wrapped around his slim waist and she wasn’t about to let go. His penis felt
huge inside her, she could feel every slightest movement with incredible sensitivity.
The
feeling of restraint, the sensation of Michael being inside her, and the gag
filling her mouth all seemed to enhance the eroticism, so when she felt Michael
come again inside her she climaxed too, but this time so hard that she passed
out again.
Chapter Five
Outside,
Jim had been watching all the action through the slit in the window. The
passion between Michael and Laura was too much for him, so he turned and walked
back to the barn where Carla was patiently waiting.
Carla
was relieved when she heard Jim return. Expecting him to let her arms down, and
unable to turn much due to her position she was surprised to see out of the
corner of her eye that he was letting down his pants as he approached her.
Carla
was bent over just right due to her arms being held almost vertically behind
her, so all Jim had to do was stand behind her, grab her hips and enter her.
As
he did so, she let out a loud moan through her gag. Carla would have liked to
spread her legs a bit more to help him, but the chain hobbling her legs
wouldn't allow it so she just did her best to help him penetrate her already
very wet pussy.
The
sensation of Jim finally inside her felt so good, and her pent-up desire was so
strong, that Carla came even before Jim had finished entering her! She screamed
into her gag, saliva dripping out uncontrollably, as she tried to respond to
Jim's thrusts with some movement of her own.
Her
bound arms held almost vertically behind her didn't allow for much movement so
she could only try to sway along with his rhythm as best she could. The feeling
of total helplessness was divine, and she climaxed again when she felt Jim's
sperm shoot inside her. She could hear her own screams being matched by Jim's
who was pumping into her like a devil.
This
time Carla almost fainted with the pleasure and her legs get wobbly. Still held
up by her cruelly bound arms, she felt Jim come out of her and unhook the rope
holding them up. He then turned her around, bent under her and slung her over
his shoulder.
Carla
was panting through her gag and mewing with joy. She felt so totally helpless
and satisfied that she thought she had died and gone to heaven!
Jim
walked toward the other end of the barn with Carla over his shoulder.
She
doesn't have a slim waist to look nice, it also makes her easier to carry this
way too, he mused.
He
could feel her go limp as she let herself be carried this way with the most
complete abandon.
Jim
opened the door leading into a small room that he and Michael had built when
they'd bought the place. It had been arranged as a spare bedroom in case they
wanted more privacy.
Jim
let Carla drop gently on her back over the bed and proceeded to remove the rest
of his clothes. Carla just lay there watching him. Her hands were still
handcuffed behind her back, her legs hobbled by the short chain and she was
still only wearing nothing but the tight merry-widow corset and seamed nylons
that made her look so enticing. His pants dropped to the floor and revealed his
once more erect penis, now grown to what appeared to be a size bigger than she
ever remembered seeing before.
With
her arms still cuffed behind her back, she tried to change her position in
order for him to penetrate her once more, but her hobbled legs were not
allowing her much freedom that way. Jim came over and unlocked one end of the
chain on the strap around her left ankle so that she could spread her legs to
receive him. Carla immediately obliged and just as quickly locked them around
his waist as soon as he came close enough.
She
moaned with passion through her ballgag when he entered her. He started to make
love to her, slowly swaying between her hips, gently playing with her firm
breasts until she reached an unbelievably strong climax that made her scream
through her ballgag as he came inside her.
Exhausted,
Jim let himself slump next to her, kissed her on her ballgagged cheek and
closed his eyes.
Carla
just looked at him with a look of total adoration in her eyes. She would have
liked to be untied now, but could see that he was already falling fast asleep,
so rather than disturb him she wriggled into a sleeping position, making
herself as comfortable as she could despite her handcuffed hands behind her
back, and closed her own eyes too.
As
she drifted to sleep, she remembered that the ballgag was still firmly strapped
in her mouth but decided it would just have to wait until Jim woke up and
removed it. Right now, she didn't want to disturb that pleasant glow she felt
after having had such incredibly satisfying sex.
Chapter Six.
When
Carla woke up, her shoulders felt stiff, and her jaw felt like it was made of
wood. Then as she struggled to use her hands to remove the ball that was jammed
in her mouth, she realised that they were still handcuffed behind her. That
would explain the stiffness in her arms and shoulders. The large, round ballgag
which she unsuccessfully tried to push out with her tongue explained the aching
jaw.
Oh
well, she thought, it was well worth the pleasure. The
discomfort that Carla knew from experience would soon wear off once she started
moving around made her realise she might as well get up, so she quietly crawled
out of the bed where she had been lying next to Jim.
She
knew Jim liked to sleep in during the morning, so she preferred not to disturb
him if she could. Right now, she needed to pee, and her handcuffed arms
wouldn't be a big hindrance to that so she just got up and made for the bedroom
door. As she walked, the chain hobbling her leg rattled on the floor. Jim had
untied her left ankle, but left the other end attached to her right so that now
it was flopping around as she tried to walk. Knowing there wasn't much she
could do about removing it with her arms tied behind her back the way they
were, she slowly tiptoed on her high heels toward the door.
As
Carla walked past the full length mirror she couldn't help but stop and look at
herself. Her hair was a bit tousled, but she liked what she saw. The waist
cinching black merry-widow corset really enhanced her already small waist. The
matching opera length black stockings enhanced her shapely legs just right. Her
boobs were sticking out above the corset, firm and full. This was the killer
look she knew a lot of women would die for, and she had been blessed by Mother
Nature with all the charms a girl could ask for.
There
was however, some drool on the side of her mouth due to her sleeping with the
ballgag keeping it open all night. She could also see that her handcuffs had
left some welts around her wrists as she twisted around to check that her
stockings hadn't gotten ripped during the lovemaking. The welts would disappear
in a few hours, she knew from experience, but the drool had to go, so she
continued tiptoeing to the door, careful not to make the chain rattle. She
turned and gently grabbed the handle with her manacled hands, let herself out
and quietly closed it behind her.
Once
in the hallway, she walked a bit faster and let the chain make a bit more
noise. She knew Jim wouldn't hear it and hurried toward the bathroom, past the
other bedroom where she guessed Michael had probably wound up staying with
Laura after he had completed 'rescuing her from her kidnappers'. Reaching the
bathroom door, she again half-turned to reach for the knob with her handcuffed
hands. As she opened it and turned around to go in, she came face to face with
Laura, whose eyes went wide with surprise as she jumped back at the site of
Carla's own wide-eyed expression.
Laura
stared with a stunned look at the ballgag jammed in Carla's mouth, which looked
exactly the same as the one which was still stuck as firmly as ever in hers.
Then her eyes drifted down Carla's curvy body, taking in the corset, stockings
and high heels all in one appreciative and jealous glance. She also took in the
dangling leg chain and handcuffs as Carla simply walked past her and sat down
on the toilet.
Not
bothering that Laura stood watching, Carla was also casting her own
appreciative glances at her friend while relieving herself. Obviously, Laura
had had the same idea and come to the bathroom without waking up Michael.
Her
arms and elbows were still tied securely behind her back, and her ankles were
still hobbled together, unlike her own which just dangled a chain from one leg.
The ballgag was wedged deeply into her mouth, much more than she remembered fitting
it when she had participated in Laura's bondage while she was still
unconscious.
Michael
must have 'adjusted it', she thought.
Laura
was also still wearing the same black sexy garter belt and stockings that she
had on when they had removed her dress, but one were the matching bra and
panties.
Not
that they were hiding much anyway, she mused.
She
couldn't help but notice that Laura's breasts were just as firm and jutting out
as her own. In fact, ever more so than hers because of the way that her elbows
were still tightly pinned together behind her back.
Carla
made a mental note of appreciation about Laura's spunk at finding her way
around a strange house while tied up, hobbled and gagged.
Seeing
the Carla was getting ready to get up, Laura motioned 'no' with her head before
gurgling rather than saying, "tayh dowh, I'h emohe yoh gahg"
Suddenly,
Carla understood that Laura was offering to unbuckle her ballgag and she
hurriedly bent her head. Laura fumbled with the buckle. Her hands were tied
palm to palm, which restricted movement considerably. After the straps were
loosened, Carla managed to push it out with her tongue and it fell on the
bathroom floor.
"Oh
god that feels good, my jaw felt like it was paralysed," she said while
working it around and opening and closing it with obvious relief.
Laura
uhmphed with a reproaching look at Carla and shook and bent her head, indicting
she would like the same favor returned.
Carla
approached and reached with her handcuffed hands, making faster work of it since
she had a bit more freedom to use her fingers.
Laura
happily spat out her gag and it bounced into the bath with a dull thud.
"Oohh!
I thought my jaw was broken," she said as she started to wiggle her jaws
up and down, to try to get the stiffness out of them. "Now can you do
something about my poor aching arms and shoulders please?" She turned her
back to Carla, exposing her cruelly bound arms which she continuously moved in
an effort to relieve the strain and not let them fall asleep.
"It
was hell when I woke up, I couldn't feel my hands at all because I'd been lying
on the while sleeping, they just felt like dead stumps hanging behind my back.
It took me almost 5 minutes just to get enough feeling back into them to be
able to grasp the bedroom door handle and let myself out so I could come and
pee" she said. "I didn't want to wake Michael , he was sleeping like
an angel".
"I'm
sorry Laura, but you're not getting loose while I'm stuck wearing handcuffs to
which only Jim has the keys", Carla said. "If I stay tied up, so do
you!"
"Besides,"
she smiled, "since you're not trying to escape and don't seem too
surprised that we're both standing here tied up and talking in this bathroom as
if it was the most natural thing in the world, I assume you're aware of the
little "trick" we played on you to let you and Michael finally get
together?"
"Yes,
Michael told me all about it after we made wild, passionate love" Laura
replied with a wistful look on her face.
"I
would have hit him if I hadn't been tied up, but he just let me twist in my
bonds and mmmph through that ballgag till I got tired and gave up struggling.
Then he kissed me ever so tenderly and told me he loved me but had always been
too shy to ask me out. I became aroused by the way he was holding me in his
arms and kissing me so gently while being helplessly tied up and returned his
kiss. First thing you knew, we were at it again. I still can't believe how many
times we made love. That guy must be superhuman or something."
Carla
smiled. "He's not superhuman, he's just in love and maddeningly aroused by
the sight of seeing you all tied up and gagged." She turned and reached
behind her back for the bathroom door handle with her handcuffed hands, and
opened it. "Come on, let's go somewhere where we can sit and talk some
more," she said as she walked out. "I need to explain a few things
about this bondage business that you should understand."
Chapter 7
Laura
followed Carla out, feeling a bit strange at the thought of the two of them
walking around with their arms tied behind their backs, wearing nothing but a
garter belt, nylons and high heels, or a corset in the case of Laura, between
engaging in light conversation about their predicament.
Carla
walked to the door leading outside, which she opened with the same nonchalant
dexterity as the bathroom door. She seems to be a real expert at doing
things with her hands tied behind her back, Laura wonderingly thought. How?
"Wait,
we can't go outside dressed like this!" she said.
"Don't
worry, there's absolutely no one for miles around, which is one of the main
reasons why Jim chose to buy this place, so come on out and sit," Carla
gently answered.
They
stepped out on a covered porch surrounding the front of the house, which was enclosed
by acres of mosquito screening to keep out bugs.
Thank
goodness for that screening, Laura thought inwardly, I'd
hate to have a mosquito land on my bare breasts, or anywhere else for that
matter, while I can't do anything about it just because my arms are tied behind
my back.
Carla
walked over to an easy chair and sat down, motioning with her head for Laura to
sit across from her in a matching couch.
Laura
tried to sit down but because her hands were being held straight due to her
elbows being tied together, she found it awkward sitting straight and wound up
having to lean forward to avoid the strain of her arms being pushed up as she
sat. She wriggled around until she managed to sit sideways on the edge of the
couch and let her bound arms dangle past the edge of the seat.
Carla
smiled while she watched Laura wriggling around like a schoolkid waiting for
the bell to sound and end classes for the day. "You don't seem very
comfortable but I see you're getting the hang of it when sitting down."
"My
arms and shoulders are sore because of the forced position, so I keep having to
try and wriggle them to avoid my hands falling asleep and relieve some of the
ache," replied Laura.
"That's
one thing that should turn on Michael for sure, so keep doing it when he's
around. I found it helps to look like I'm trying to escape to keep Jim
aroused."
"Trying…??"
blurted out Laura. "But don't you want to be let loose? Surely this
bondage can't be something you look forward to?"
"OK,
let me explain some facts dear," replied Carla. "First, didn't you
just tell me in the bathroom about all the wonderful sex you had with Michael
last night, and how much you enjoyed it? Did you ever experience anything so
intense before, that is without being tied up? And did you ever see a man so
aroused and passionate while making love to you as you say Michael was?"
Laura
blushed "Well, no…. I guess not. I must admit I was more aroused than I've
ever been before, and never felt such intense orgasms and had so many of them
in the same night. I can't understand why, but I really started to enjoy being
made love to while being tied up."
"So
the little bit of discomfort due to being tied up makes it well worth it
then?"
"Y-yes.."
hesitated Laura. "But when do I get to use my hands again? Surely I can't
stay like this forever?"
"You
stay like that as long as your Master makes you," Carla firmly replied .
"And by the way, it's a good idea to remember who's the Master and who
listens and obeys, if you want to keep your man happy and under control."
"Under
control? I don't see how I can control very much with my elbows and arms tied
behind my back, walking around almost naked and wearing only a garter belt,
nylons and high heels!" exclaimed Laura.
"That's
where you've got it all wrong dear," Carla smilingly said. "Laura,
who gets waited on hand and foot while being tied up? Who gets all the
attention, and turns on their mate just by walking in front of him? Would you
walk around dressed like this in broad daytime unless you were forced to? Think
about it: This way you can dangle those nice big tits under his nose all you
want, and pretend you don't have any choice but to let him 'take advantage of
you'," Carla explained.
"I..
I never thought about it that way," hesitated Laura.
"I
know, and neither did I at first. But then I realized I could spend a whole
weekend without having to lift one finger, while Jim was doing everything for
me. Heck, he's even brushed my teeth and wiped my bum for me when I was being
'punished' and he didn't want to let me loose," smiled Carla.
"So
now who do you think is really in control?" she continued. "The one
being served or the one doing all the work because you're helpless? The one who
gets to walk around and look outrageous in the skimpiest outfits, or the one
who can be enticed to make love to you at will, just by wriggling your fanny
around while you walk in front if him, and twist around with your bound arms to
make it to look as if you're trying to escape?"
"I
guess I hadn't thought of it that way…" mused Laura, while unconsciously
rubbing her own bound arms to relieve the tension in her shoulders.
"And
another thing," added Carla. "if you noticed, Jim and Michael are
experts in bondage. They can tie us up so that we have just enough slack that
our arms don't fall asleep and cause any nerve damage, but just enough that we
can't get loose. Those arms of yours have been tied up since last night and
even now you only feel a small bit of discomfort, but no real pain,
right?"
"Yes,
now that you mention it, I guess you're right," Laura replied. "I can
feel just enough movement to keep the circulation going, but when I looked in
the mirror in the bathroom I could see that the way the ropes go around my
shoulders and under my armpits to hold the ones keeping my elbows together,
there's no way I could wriggle out of them or make them slip down. And the
ropes around my wrists are wound both ways, around them and between them, so
that I can't slip out of them."
"So
there, that proves it. But there's one thing we shouldn't have done
though…." Carla pitched in.
"What?
We're tied up! What could we possibly have done wrong?"
"We
removed our ballgags," replied Carla. "and that's a big no-no. When
Jim and Michael want us to talk, they'll let us. It's like getting untied by
yourself, you don't do that, only pretend you're trying to. However in this
case, I wanted to have a chance to talk to you in private, so I initiated the
removal, but now we'll both be 'punished' because of that, not that the
'punishment' won't be 'interesting'…" she smiled.
"But
what if I really don't want to be tied up, or if I want to be untied and I
can't speak because I've been gagged too well?" asked Laura.
"Oh
yeah, I was going to tell you but almost forgot," said Carla. "Do you
have a safeword arranged with Michael yet?"
"A
safeword?" Laura asked.
"Oh
boy, you could have been very miserable indeed, my dear" chided Carla.
"I
just use the word itself with Jim, I always say 'SAFEWORD' when I want out.
Just say that out loud and he'll understand and let you loose right away. And
if you can't speak, just nod 'yes' and 'no' alternatively. You can always move
your head that way no matter how well gagged or tied up you are."
"But
be careful to use both signs, not just one of them", she added.
"Once, while Jim was making love to me and holding my breasts just the way
I like it, I nodded too vigorously and he understood it to be the 'sign' and
thought I wanted to be let loose so he immediately stopped to untie me. I
wasn't happy. We then agreed that he would always confirm before interrupting
the fun in the future. You might want to work out your own special signs with
Michael."
"You
know something?" Laura said, getting up.
"All
this talk about who's in control and hell I can stimulate Michael has made me
feel very horny again, so I'm going to go back in and 'face the music' so to
speak, and get Michael to 'punish' me even if he doesn't want to', as you so
well put it," she added with a wink.
With
that, Laura stood up, tottering on her high heels, and headed toward the door,
bound arms flapping behind her, and breasts bouncing as she walked.
Carla
had to admit that Laura had some real interesting assets on display, they even
looked good to her at this point. She realised that she too was feeling 'all
wet down there', and decided she should go in and wake up Jim and get some
'punishment' too. She got up and followed Laura who had managed to open the
door on her own.
"You're
getting the hang of it dear," she laughed. "It takes a bit of
practice but you'd be surprised all the things you can manage to do with your
hands tied behind your back."
They
both headed towards the bedrooms where the men were sleeping, two women with
arms bound behind their backs, but walking with the all assurance in the world,
dressed to kill in outrageous garter belt or corset, opera length nylons and
high heels.
Laura
walked straight to the bedroom door where Michael was still sleeping. She
turned and twisted the knob, pushed the door open, and walked in, this time not
bothering to hide the noise of her high heels on the hardwood floor. She
stopped in front of the mirror, glancing at herself once more.
"Yes!"
she mused, liking what she saw.
Turning
around, she saw Michael starting to stir. But before he could wake fully, she
had already pranced up to the bed, turned around and grabbed a corner of the
blanket with her bound hands. Walking away, she pulled it right off of Michael,
revealing his nudity and already erect penis as he stared at her with an
admiring look on his groggy face.
"Hi
beautiful," he mumbled.
"Michael,
I've been a bad girl". Laura said with a contrite look, hanging her head
in mock shame. "Carla and I managed to remove our ballgags so we could
chat a bit about this bondage thing."
"Tsk,
tsk, tsk !" said Michael with a smile. "Now I'll have to punish you.
Come over here right now!"
Trying
not to smile too much, Laura ambled over, making sure to use all her charms
while walking, and pretending to struggle at her ropes as if trying to get
free.
"Oh
Michael !" she pleaded. "I do hope you won't take too much advantage
of me in my predicament, tied up and helpless as I am," while letting
herself down into the bed next to him.
In
response, Michael simply grabbed her by her bound arms, pulled her closer to
him and kissed her in the most passionate way.
This
is really heaven, thought Laura, as she returned his
kiss and wriggled her body to get her nyloned legs around him. Now I have
you all to myself and I won't let you go until we're both exhausted again.
They
made love all morning. At one point, while resting and trying to get their
breaths back, Michael asked her if she wanted to be untied.
"Not
right now, dear," she responded immediately. "But you might want to
get that ballgag from the bathroom where it fell, in case I complain too much
about being restrained and bother you when we make love some more," she
happily wheedled.
Without
further ado, Michael got up before retrieving the ballgag, this time making
sure to add just the right quantity of the Japanese aphrodisiac on it before
returning to the bedroom. Now Laura would really enjoy herself, even if she
didn't know why she felt so aroused all of a sudden…
He
promptly re-inserted it into Laura's mouth who was making a pretence of
resisting against it, but being careful not to be too convincing…..
The End... (for now)
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