“Abby?
I’m Jack, a friend of your mom. She said you needed help with something?”
“Oh,
hello Jack. Please come in.”
Stepping
inside, Jack glanced around the small room. The apartment as a whole was
small, somehow seeming suitable for a young woman fresh out of college.
Finishing his brief examination, he turned back toward his hostess.
“Thanks
for coming over,” she was saying. “Did mom tell you what it was I needed
help with?”
Jack
shook his head. “All she said was you needed help, that she couldn’t trust
just anyone, and she knew I could handle it.”
Abby
smiled, then shrugged her shoulders, letting her robe slip to the floor.
Jack’s eyes widened as he took in her gymnast’s body, now completely exposed to
him.
“What
exactly is it you need help with?” he asked, taking in the trim thighs, slim
waist, and smallish breasts so suddenly presented to him.
“Well,”
Abby replied, stepping slowly toward him, “there’s something I want to do, but
I can’t really do it by myself. Actually,” she corrected herself, reaching
down to stroke the bulge now visible in Jack’s pants, “I guess I could, but it
wouldn’t be nearly as much fun. And mom said you specialize in what I
want. She said you would understand.”
Jack
covered his surprise at her words with a smile. “I think I have a good
idea what you mean.”
“Good.
Shall we get started?”
“How’s
that?”
“Interesting.”
Curled in a ball on her bed, Abby explored her new situation. Her arms,
bound forearm to forearm, were pressed against her back. Her knees were
bent, with each ankle bound to its corresponding thigh. She lay bent at
the waist, with soft rope binding each knee to the corresponding upper
arm. For a moment, she rolled helplessly on the bed, then struggled onto
her back.
“Very
interesting, she said, then smiled. “But I do believe there is a bit
more.” Still smiling, she pulled her ankles as far apart as her bonds
would allow, opening herself to him.
“I
believe you’re right,” Jack replied, holding up the next item. The penis
gag slipped easily between Abby’s eagerly parted lips, the strap holding it
firmly in place. Abby grunted into the gag, wiggling her feet as if to
call attention to what lay between them.
“Not
quite yet,” Jack said, drawing a disappointed moan from the helpless
girl. Jack quickly removed his own clothing, then slipped onto the
bed. His hands went between her knees, cupping and kneading her
breasts. The nipples quickly hardened, and Jack willingly obliged by
concentrating on the hardened buds for several moments, before letting one hand
drift down between her thighs.
Abby’s
eyes drifted closed, as soft moans began leaking from behind the gag.
Soon, her hips began rocking, her moans interspersed with soft grunts.
Jack knew exactly what she was asking for, but he held back, letting his hands
slowly stoke the fire he knew was raging inside her helpless body.
When
he finally leaned back from his work, Abby’s entire body was quivering.
Her eyes, now open wide, pleaded with him, even as desperate, mewing moans came
from her gagged mouth. Smiling, Jack rolled her face down, then
maneuvered her until her ass hung just over the edge of the bed. He
quickly rolled a rubber over his throbbing erection, then, with a slow, gentle
thrust, pushed inside her. He could feel her body fighting its bonds,
struggling to push her hips back to meet his thrusts. Suddenly, her body
tensed as a massive orgasm ripped through it. Jack continued thrusting,
loving the feel of her muscles clenching around him as a second, and then a
third orgasm rocked her. Finally, feeling her grasp him for the fourth
time, he thrust deep within her, filling the rubber with his seed as she
trembled beneath him.
For
a moment, he sagged over her, then, slowly, he stepped back, feeling himself
slip from within her. Ignoring her questioning grunts, he stepped into
the bathroom, disposed of the rubber, and cleaned himself. When he
stepped back into the bedroom, he saw her fingers wiggling, and knew she was
ready to be released.
Instead,
he rolled her onto her back, positioning her near the center of the bed.
For a moment, he watched as she tugged against her bonds, then, with a
cheerful, “Be right back,” he turned and left the room.
Alone,
Abby fought against her bonds, but soon slumped in defeat. The tightness
of the ropes, along with her body’s own weakness after the shattering orgasms
she’d just experienced, meant she was going nowhere until someone let her
out. Relaxing as much as she could, she set herself to wait for Jack to
return.
When
Jack did finally enter the room, he was carrying a large, army-style duffel
bag, with a rather large something weighing it down. Grunting softly,
Jack swung the bag onto the bed, then undid the top, grabbed the bottom, and
dumped out the bag’s contents. Abby’s eyes widened to the sight of Jane,
her mom, naked, bound identically to herself. Jane raised her eyes to
those of her daughter, and Abby could almost see the smile hidden by the
leather panel.
Carefully,
Jack maneuvered Jane until she lay face down, her head between her daughter’s
thighs. Reaching down, he removed the gag, then stepped back.
“Your
daughter made a mess,” he said sternly. “Clean it up.”
“Yes,
Master,” came the meek reply. Looking up into Abby’s startled eyes, Jane
smiled, said, “Hello, dear,” then dipped her head between her daughter’s
helpless thighs. At the feel of a tongue gently cleaning her most
sensitive areas, Abby felt her arousal begin once more to climb. It felt
strange, considering who’s tongue it was, but it also felt wonderful.
Abby closed her eyes, soft moans marking her surrender to the feelings once
more coursing through her.
Stepping
back, Jack watched with a smile. He would, he knew, have to find a
suitable way to punish Jane for springing her surprise on him the way she
had. At the same time, he would have to find a way to reward her for what
she had given him.
As
he watched Abby’s body begin to writhe, Jack had to seriously ask himself if he
thought he could handle two slaves with such obviously large appetites for
bondage and sex. It would, he decided with a grin, be very interesting to
find out.
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