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The Summer Project | On French Soil | The Lion's Mouth | Tradition | Maid Service Requested
(M/f+, Humil, nc, bnd)
The Summer Project
BY T.S. FESSELN
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 depiction's of rape, bondage and sex, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.
Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.
Part 2
Jeff looked upon his bound stepsister Stephanie through the viewfinder of his
video tape recorder as she feebly struggled naked on the bed. The clamps
that were fastened to each of her nipples to the comforter held her
beautifully in place as he set up the camera to film her. In the weeks to
come, Jeff wanted to document everything he could.
She was a beautiful sight, lying there bound, wrists cuffed behind her back, ankles
bound tightly together, blindfolded, gagged, and a rope taut through her pussy
lips. Her struggles had become less and less violent as she realized she could not
get away.
Stephanie's nipples had grown sore and numb as she lay on the bed and the metal
cuffs around her wrists were biting into her back. Jeff must be tied-up or dead,
she thought, crying. He would have came to her rescue if he could have. The
police would have been here by now if he had been able to call. Now, she was going
to be another victim like so many others she heard about on TV.
She could hear the intruder going about the room. Stephanie figured she was in her
parents' bed and the stranger was looking for valuables. He must be a burglar, she
thought; a thought that brought her a little comfort. Burglars don't usually kill
people.
The rope between her legs itched. Stephanie moved her hips a bit and the rope
rubbed against her clit, sending a pulse of pleasure through her. Slowly, she
rocked her hips; the pleasure she experienced eclipsed the pains she was enduring.
Stephanie tried to keep her movements as slight as possible so the burglar would
not 'see' what she was doing. However, she could feel an orgasm slowly building
within her with each rock of her hips.
However, Jeff did see. He could see his stepsister trying to get off on the
crotchrope. Jeff could also see that she was trying not to move too much so as to
draw attention to herself and what she was doing.
He smiled.
The camera was on and now, he would leave her so she could finish herself up. Jeff
made a lot of noise then left the bedroom, shutting the door with some force, only
to open it again so he could watch his stepsister from the doorway.
Stephanie heard the bedroom door shut and she began to struggle again in earnest
for a different kind of escape. She found that pulling upon her wrists helped
tighten the rope between her legs and thus give her more pleasure. She bucked her
hips and she could her herself moan a bit through the gag. Stephanie always knew
she was a bit noisy when it came to sex, so she was almost glad she was gagged so
the intruder wouldn't hear her.
Stephanie bucked hips more and more. The clamps on her nipples began to tug with
an almost pain that Steph was finding out was erotic. A fiery orgasm was building
within her, threatening to engulf her as she squirmed in her bonds. The flames of
orgasm were building and building. . .
Then the fire engulfed her in pleasure. Stephanie threw herself at her bonds,
riding the flames of one of the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. She writhed
and bucked and moaned into her gag until the flames started to die.
Slowly the waves of passion ebbed and Stephanie felt guilty and embarrassed over
what had just happened. Was she that much of a slut? Here she was, tied-up and
possibly going to be killed, and she was getting off.
The stranger's touch was like an electric shock and Stephanie bolted away from him
in her bonds, the clamps viscously biting into her nipples and causing her to
scream with pain. His fingers caressed the flat of her belly, tracing around her
ropes.
Oh my God, Steph thought to herself, he must have seen her. He must have come
in while she was in orgasm. The thought flooded through her and caused her to
turn crimson from head to foot.
Stephanie began struggling again, but she was worn out from her earlier efforts.
The burglars' fingers continued to trace over her skin, feeling every part of her.
It was not a rough touch, like Stephanie would have imagined; rather it was gentle
and somewhat arousing.
The bound blonde felt her legs being lifted up despite her squirming, and more rope
being tied around them just above her knees. It felt to her like she was being
encased in rope like a mummy. Then she felt the ropes loosen around her ankles.
Her relief was brief, for the stranger fastened some sort of leather cuff around
each of them and tied each one off, drawing them taut. Then he undid the rope
around her knees.
Stephanie bucked and kicked as she felt her legs being drawn apart. Jeff pulled on
both ropes looped over some of the wrought iron decorations adorning his parent's
bed. Not only was he drawing his stepsister's legs apart but also pulling them
upward a bit, giving Jeff a wonderful view of Stephanie's pussy. Jeff continued
pulling until her legs were taut and spread as wide as they could be. He could
also see Steph's finger's fluttering underneath her upraised buttocks.
The blonde was in tears from the pain of her nipples being pulled as she was
dragged down the bed by the ropes on her ankles. However, the pain was flared a
bit before going away when the stranger unclipped the clamps. He gently rubbed
them, kneading the areolas gently, sending more embers pleasure into her womb.
There was another orgasm lurking within her, fiery coals wanting to burst again
into flame, but she knew she couldn't do that in front of the stranger. What would
he think? What would he do to her if he found out she was actually enjoying
certain aspects of her being bound like this?
Stephanie felt the stranger loosen the crotchrope by untying the knot binding the
rope to her handcuffs and pulling the rope from between her puffed lips. The man
shifted the ropes around her waist a bit without taking them off of her. She could
hear the man rustling around the room a bit, opening drawers and such and she
wondered what was next. The way she was tied, the stranger could very easily rape
her, so why didn't he?
It was a bit of a shock to feel something cool and smooth being pushed into her. .
.a vibrator, she thought. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind when the
dildo began it's low humming within her, send through her another cascade of
pleasure. She squirmed a bit more, trying to expel the buzzing intruder, but the
stranger held it inside of her and stroked her with it before pressing it deeply
inside of her.
Jeff made sure that the vibrator was all the way in before retying the crotchrope.
Passing the rope over the vibrator, he made sure that his stepsister couldn't get
rid of it. He pulled the rope through her lips as tightly as he could before
knotting it. The last thing Jeff did was make sure the setting was on 'low' so
that it would only tease his sister, keeping her at a slow boil. He then place the
control knob just out of reach of his sister's fingers.
The vibrator was starting it's magic within Stephanie. It was a low hum and it
slowly began to fan the embers of passion within her. It was agonizing, being
bound like this, tortured and humiliated by this buzzing thing. Stephanie knew she
was being watched this time, her moans heard and the slight movements of her hips
seen. She couldn't stop her body anymore than she could escape her bindings. She
could feel the coals of her orgasm glowing hotter, but she could do little to add
to the fire without calling attention to what she was doing.
She writhed in her bonds, trying to make the rope rub her again while making it
look like she was trying to escape. Her moans were real, but they were ones born
of frustration. Stephanie knew that another orgasm was just beginning to burn
within her yet with the vibrator on low, she couldn't get herself off.
Jeff began to message his sister's breasts again, slowly kneading them as he sat
beside her wriggling form. This elicited new set of moans. His fingers played
with her hardened nipples, pinching them lightly and pulling upon them; sending
flares of pleasure shooting through Stephanie. . .then the doorbell rang.
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