A Week Away

SUNDAY:

Christy and I were finishing our chores, a typical, hot summer's day like I said. I was in the kitchen, just finishing up the breakfast dishes, the last of my daily jobs when Mom was at work. Christy had fallen behind in her chores and was just starting the vacuuming, and still had to do the laundry. It was her own fault, as usual. While I had started my jobs early, while she had been watching a silly morning talk show that spoke on different topics every day. That day's program was on Bondage and Dominance, and I could understand Christy's fascination with the show at the time, and the topic intrigued me more than a little, but I wanted to get my work done. It was her time though, so if she wanted to fritter it away watching television, that was her business.

I knew however, that she was planning on going to the lake with her friends later that morning, and I knew that she was running late. Normally I would have volunteered to help her out, but I was planning on bike riding with one of my few friends-Steve- and he was due to come by in a few minutes, so I had to get ready to leave myself.

I finished up the dishes and headed for my room, cutting through the living room where Christy was vacuuming. She was wearing cut-off blue jeans, sport sandals and a T-shirt, and I hate to admit it but I understood why all the guys at school drooled when she went by. She was sexy as hell. Every boy's wet dream. Even my own on occasion, as well as my friend's.

I even suspected that Steve was only my friend in order to be around my sister. They had dated once or twice, when they were both younger, but Christy could have any guy at school, and though Steve was better looking than I was, he was still not one of her "clique". I was 5'5" in between 8th and 9th grades, and Steve was 5'9", barely an inch taller than Christy, not up to her standards. She liked much taller men. And older...Steve was only half a year older than me. He was smart though, and built. Steve was a physical nut; bike riding, weight lifting, running, that sort of thing, and in much better shape than I was. He could have easily kicked my ass if ever he chose to.

Christy clicked off the vacuum as I walked by and dabbed at the sweat at her brow. Her skin was glistening seductively, and I was ashamed at my foul thoughts, staring at the damp spot on her shirt between her breasts and her long legs.

"Billy," she said, and snapped me out of my reverie. I looked up into her face and found her smiling impishly at me, one hand on cocked hip as she leaned on the handle of the vacuum cleaner. "Be a dear, Bro, and give me a hand finishing up. I want to go to the lake today." She smiled sweetly, and batted her blue puppy dog eyes at me. I swallowed my resolve and shook my head.

"Sorry Sis." I said. "I'm goin' ridin' with Steve in a few minutes. I gotta get ready."

"C'mon..." she frowned. "It'll only take a few minutes. Steve'll wait. You work fast, and I'll owe you one."

"Another one. You owe me so many now it isn't funny. And you know you wouldn't help me if I needed it."

She mocked exaggerated shock, placing a hand to her chest, "I would too. How can you say that?"

"From experience. Just last month I was runnin' late for school and needed a hand with the breakfast dishes. I asked you and you just laughed and said 'tough luck' as you sauntered your ass out the door. I got a week's detention for that tardy."

"Well...I had to-"

"You had to nothin'!" I snapped, "You just wanted to see me fuck up again. Then you ran home an' told Mom, and she grounded me for a week too."

Christy smirked at my outrage, though she tried to hide it. "I'm sorry." she whined in her little 'hurt' voice, but I wasn't buying it.

"Fuck you! It's your own fault that you're runnin' late. Deal with it!"

I'm ashamed to say that I never saw the blow coming. The palm of her hand exploded against my cheek, bringing up a hand shaped red weal that stung like the devil. I yelped, more from shock than pain, and jumped back out of arm's length. Christy was furious, eyes popping as she shook her finger in my face. I was shocked. Though she had spanked me before, she had never blatantly slapped me.

"Don't you talk to me like that again!" she screamed. "You prick. I ought'a spank your ass, beat the shit outta you. And don't think I won't tell Mom either. Fuckin' brat! I helped bring you in to this world...raised you...an' I can take you out of it too!"

I was still rubbing my face as she continued. I listened for a bit, then realized that this was just a scheme to get me to feel guilty and do her chores. She was sneaky, conceited and snotty when she wanted to be, though I seemed to be the only one who saw that side of her. I let her ramble on awhile longer, then I cut her off.

I put my hands up and backed away, a smirk on my own lips as I was finally getting over on the mighty Princess Christy.

"Listen, " I said, still backing, "I gotta go get ready. Do your own fuckin' chores for once." and I slipped into my room closing the door behind me. She called me a string of names, and even threw something at the door. I just laughed and began to change my clothes.

***

I was washing up in the bathroom when I heard Christy's knock on the door-

"Billy. Steve's here." she said through the door. I had not heard the doorbell, but thought nothing of it as I answered her. I quickly dried off and pulled on my tank top, then stepped out into the hallway.

A strong hand grabbed my right wrist and twisted my arm up and around into the small of my back as another arm snaked around my throat in a crushing embrace. I gasped in surprise, and the arm tightened on my windpipe, effectively cutting off my breathing. I grabbed and clawed at the arm to no avail as it was clamped firmly in place. My right arm was ground up higher as I struggled, spots of gray already flashing in my vision.

Obviously I was being assaulted, but I couldn't for the life of me understand why. My first thought was that we were being robbed, and my concern quickly went to Christy. I was worried that she would be hurt too...or worse. I did not see her, and I tried to call out her name but managed little more than a grunt as the arm about my throat tightened like a vise. Whoever had hold of me easily forced me to my knees with his superior strength and leverage.

As I hit the floor, the grip on my neck relaxed a bit, and I was able to draw a breath. Too late I realized my mistake. I caught the whiff of an odor that I recognized all too well. My mother was a nurse, as I said, and often kept chemicals and medicines around the house and in her bag. I sucked in a great lung-full of chloroform as a wide cloth passed in front of my eyes from behind me. A second assailant, I surmised, as the first set of arms still had me locked tight.

The cloth was pressed tightly over my mouth and nose, my face, leaving me no choice but to breathe in the noxious chemical or suffocate. And I had already dimmed enough that the bit I had breathed in was making me light-headed. I was fading. Darkness crept in at the edges of my vision and everything started to blur. I tried once more to feebly struggle, but quickly became winded and weak. My last thought was of Christy,

Must protect Christy…

Then I passed out…

***

I woke slowly. I had no idea how much time had passed, but my muscles, my whole body felt stiff and sore. My head was throbbing from the chloroform, and as I blinked, trying to focus my eyes started to water from the pain and bright light.

I tried to focus my thoughts along with my vision, but my head felt muddled and it was hard to concentrate with the constant pounding. Still, slowly, I started to get my attention focused again. Few things made sense at first. I realized that I was still on the floor, as I could feel the rough shag carpet beneath me, scratching at my skin. It felt as though I was naked, as I could feel the grit and fiber rubbing against my flesh and irritating my nipples. I moaned, trying to move so that I could get up, remembering suddenly what had happened, but my voice seemed muffled and far away, and for some reason my arms and legs just would not respond. I figured that I had inhaled far too much chloroform, that I had not only been forced unconscious, but was paralyzed from the drug as well and my limbs had fallen asleep.

More coming awake, and I realized that it was not the drug that kept me helpless. I could feel something wadded up in my mouth, pressing down on my tongue and soaking up my spit. There was something sticky and thick wrapped about my face, and I quickly understood that I had been gagged. I could just make out the silver sheen of the duct tape that had been wrapped about my lower face, and it hurt, pulling at my skin as I tried to move my jaws to force it off. I tried to move my arms again, to bring my hands to my mouth to pull the gag away and was shocked to find that I had been bound as well. I was tied up on the floor, my hands bound behind my back and anchored to my ankles, which had been tied to my wrists. I could feel rope winding about my ankles and knees and another bit of cord intertwined between the bonds of my hands and feet. I was securely done up in a hog-tie and gagged- unable to make more than a winded grunt, unable to move more than a feeble rocking from side to side. I was helpless-

I looked up and around, immediately fearing that we were being robbed. I had been attacked, bound, gagged and left by my assailants. Oddly, however, nothing seemed out of place but me as I looked about the room. I had been moved I noted right away. I had been assaulted just outside of my bedroom door, but now I was in the living room, lying in front of the couch. The television was on, and I could see that the VCR was still in place and had not been stolen. Perhaps the robbers had not gotten to it yet and were checking out the rest of the house. It was then that I thought of my sister again. If I was here and helpless, what was happening to her? She could be bound and gagged as well, or worse-

I screamed into my gag and thrashed around in my bonds but didn't accomplish anything except to tighten the ropes at my wrists and ankles. I soon became winded, only being able to breathe through my nose, and I had worked up a sweat as well from my useless exertions. I dropped my forehead to the floor, closing my eyes and trying to relax as I drew in long breaths. I couldn't hear anything over the television, which was tuned into the Home Shopping Station for some reason; a channel we all hated for sheer boredom. I could see light coming from the kitchen doorway, and shadows moving about as though someone were in there. Stealing the silver maybe? I didn't know, but I watched intently, trying to get my breath back and willing the knots holding me tight to come undone. I had nothing else to do.

I saw the shadows shift and lengthen and knew that whoever was in there was heading my way. Quickly I started tugging at my bonds again, and again got nowhere. I was trapped and helpless, at least for the time being and resigned myself to my fate. I stared at the kitchen doorway, the most evil look I could muster under the circumstances, waiting for my captor to round the corner. When he did my eyes grew wide with shock. I could not believe it!

My friend Steve stepped into the living room in all his glory. From my position on the floor he looked tall and strong. He was wearing a black muscle shirt- the kind with no sleeves- and a pair of dark swim trunks that seemed tight on him and a little familiar, almost like a pair of mine. His arms and legs were darkly tanned and his muscles seemed to ripple with his every step. I looked him up and down, seeing that he had on a pair of black Converse high-tops, loosely laced, and no socks, and saw that his black hair was mussed, like he had just woken up himself. I stared up at him, annoyed at his freedom and ashamed at my own helplessness, being tied up, gagged and naked. He apparently had not even seen me yet, and I saw that he had raided the fridge, with a cold piece of chicken in one hand and a beer in the other. I screamed into my gag to get his attention-

"Eeee! Umm I eee!" I yelled, but my loudest shouts were little more than grunts through my tightly packed mouth. I thrashed around again, thumping up and down on the floor to get him to notice me and untie me. When I looked up again he had an almost comical look of shock on his face. He had seen me, finally, and was returning my stare, his eyes wide as he took in my bound body.

"Eeee…" I moaned again, and then my own eyes went wide as I saw him snort in amusement and smirk. He took a sip from his beer, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Hey!" he called out and I blinked, wondering what was going on. Who was he calling to? "He's awake!"

Steve stepped right up beside my head forcing me to crane my neck to look up at him. He stared down at me, towering over my helpless body with a huge grin on his face. He looked totally evil then and there, and totally uncaring of my plight. He ripped the last of the meat from the chicken leg then set the bone and the beer can on the small end table sitting next to the couch. He knelt down, his knees touching the floor on either side of my head. His strong legs held my head fast, and I shivered as I could feel his erection tapping against me as he leaned forward. Was this exciting him? Had he done this to me- my best friend? I felt his fingers dancing over the ropes about my wrists and ankles, then moaned in pain as he cinched the knots even tighter. I blushed in embarrassment as I felt his hand grope my ass, then yelped into my gag as he swatted it before standing up again.

I looked up again, red-faced but intent to see what was going on when I heard footsteps thumping across the floor. I twisted my neck, trying to see past Steve's feet and legs and finally saw Christy as she came into my line of sight. Like Steve she was dressed in a swimsuit- a skimpy, one-piece white job that left little to the imagination. She was wearing a pale blue dress shirt over that- one of mine I realized- and her sports sandals. Her legs were long and tan, her face bright and smiling as she stepped up beside Steve near my head. I saw her raise slightly onto the balls of her feet and looked up to see her giving him a deep, wet kiss which he affectionately returned. When they were through, they both looked down, wide grins plastering their faces.

"Isn't he cute?" Christy asked as she slid her sandaled foot under my chin, forcing me to raise my head higher.

"I dunno about cute," Steve answered, "but I definitely like him better this way." They both chuckled at that as my sister let my chin drop back to the floor and strolled back into the kitchen.

"Yeah!" she yelled from the other room. "Children are better seen and not heard," she laughed, "as my Grandma used to say."

Steve laughed at that and turned about, flopping down on the couch. I saw the television change channels and knew that he was surfing, looking for something to watch. After a few seconds I felt the weight of his legs on my back as he slid his feet under my bound arms. He was sitting on the couch, watching TV and drinking beer and using me as a footstool.

When my sister finally returned from the kitchen she laughed out loud to see what Steve had done. She was carrying an over-sized shoulder bag that I was sure was full of snacks and things as I remembered that she wanted to go to the lake with her friends. I supposed that Steve had been invited along, which was why he was wearing my swimming suit. I wondered what they had planned for me however. Was I going too, or were they going to leave me like this for the rest of the day; bound and gagged and helpless in my own home? Christy dropped her bag beside the couch and sat down beside Steve. Within seconds she had slipped out of her sandals, sliding them under my face before resting her own feet on the back of my head and neck. She pressed my face into the insole of her sandals and I could smell the rubber and the stale aroma of her feet still lingering. I wrinkled my nose at the smell, trying to move away, but she easily held me in place with her feet.

"He makes a great foot rest." My sister giggled and I felt Steve rub his shoes on my back. "Glad to see he's good for something."

"Yeah. Whatta wimp though. He isn't even trying to get away." Steve dug his heel into the small of my back and I groaned into my gag. "I think he likes this."

"Oh, he does. Believe me," Christy agreed as she ruffled my hair with her foot. "I found some drawings and stories in his room once about bondage. Even some magazines, though I don't know where he got 'em." I felt the pressure on the back of my head increase as my sister leaned forward. "Is that true, Billy? Does this make you hot?" Christy and Steve laughed as I moaned into my gag. She was lying for Steve's sake, but I couldn't understand why?

They kept me underfoot for almost a half-hour, talking to and about one another, and about me of course. My sister apparently felt that I needed a little discipline after our argument that morning, and she had decided to get Steve to help tie me up as punishment. I knew that it probably took no persuading at all to get Steve to agree, as he's had a crush on my sister for as long as we've been friends. Before too long however, we all heard a car's horn honking from the driveway outside.

"There's the gang!" my sister said as she stood up and slipped her feet back into her sandals. The 'gang' as I recalled consisted of some of her uppity school friends as well as our three cousins, Rhonda, Lisa and Donny. I hoped, prayed that she would not invite them in to see me this way. Steve got up as well, pressing into my back as he stood.

"What are we gonna do about him?" Steve jabbed the toe of his shoe into my ribs for emphasis and I moaned in response. "We just gonna leave him here, like this?"

Christy shrugged. "Why not? He can't get away, and Mom won't be home until late tonight. We'll be back before her."

"What if there's a fire? He'll be trapped-"

"Please." Christy sniffed. "There hasn't been a fire in all the years we've been living here. Why would there be one today?" Steve said nothing, and even I had to agree with my sister's twisted logic. All of fate would have to conspire against me to have a fire here today. "Now c'mon. He'll be fine. Won't you, Billy?"

Christy rubbed her foot over the back of my head, pressing my face against the floor. I don't know if she expected an answer, but I moaned into my gag because it hurt and apparently that was enough. She and Steve left me there. I heard their footsteps as they headed for the front door, then the door opening and slamming shut, my sister locking it behind them. In a few seconds I heard a car's engine revving and then the squeal of tires…

I was alone…

***

I don't know how long I lay there on the floor. I couldn't see a clock from my position, and I was bound so tightly that no matter my best efforts I could not move an inch. I struggled of course, but the ropes binding me were too tight, the knots too far out of reach. After countless attempts to free myself, I found that I was in little better shape than when I had started.

Eventually the sun started to go down. The living room filled with shadows and flickering lights as the Home Shopping Station went from sale to sale. I was going insane, as the TV was loud and every time I dozed off I would be awakened by a blare of some woman selling something. I was hot and sweating for most of the day, and before long my arms and legs were screaming at the tight hog-tie. I could barely breathe, and kept thinking that I might suffocate. And of course, since Steve brought it up, I was worried about a fire.

Eventually I heard a car pull into the driveway. I hoped that it was Mom, and that she would free me and punish my sister as she had way overstepped the bounds of our game, but I heard Christy's voice before too long and knew that I was not going to be saved. The car pulled away after a slamming of doors and I heard our own front door open and slam shut as well. I could hear my sister as she walked through the house, but I did not actually see her for some time-

FLASH

I blinked as a sudden bright light erupted, blinding me. I moaned into my gag and struggled in my bonds, wondering what was happening-

FLASH

Again, and I realized that Christy was taking pictures of me. The flash of the camera erupted several more times from different angles. When she was finally through I knew that my sister had at least twenty shots on her digital camera. Then the lights came on.

Christy stepped up by my head and stared down at me. She was still wearing her swimsuit and my shirt and her hair was frazzled from the water and sun. She smiled evilly as I looked up her long body, and then she placed her sandaled foot on my face. "You have a good day, Bro? I sure did. The lake was great." She rubbed her foot across my face and I felt the grit and sand grinding into my cheek.

"Mmmn!" I moaned, and she just chuckled.

"Oh, don't be such a spoilsport," she chided, pressing on my face a final time then stepping away towards the kitchen. "You love it and you know it!" she yelled from the kitchen as I heard her open the refrigerator door. I could hear her rummaging around, digging through the refrigerator and cabinets looking for something to eat and I realized how hungry I was- and thirsty.

"Remember what I told Steve, Billy," she shouted from the other room, "I've read your little stories and seen your drawings and the stuff you've downloaded from the Net. I know you like this…

"So do I," she said, stepping around the corner again to tower over me. She was eating a sandwich and had an open bottle of water in her other hand. Christy took a long drink as I whimpered, sighing in refreshment as she took the bottle away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand-

"Boy, that's good," she smirked, "I was parched." She took a big bite of her sandwich, chewing as she looked at me, cocking her head to one side-

"Oh, I'm sorry, Billy," she said with a slight frown, her eyebrows arching in apparent sorrow. She crouched down, setting the water bottle to one side as she worked at the knots on my gag. "You've been like this for hours. I bet you're thirsty too, hungry?"

I nodded as she pulled the scarf from my face and I quickly spat out the wadded underwear that had been stuffed into my mouth. I worked my jaw, trying to get a little saliva so I could speak. My voice still croaked-

"P-please…" I moaned, looking up at her hopefully as she stared back chewing on her sandwich. She smiled and spit out the bit she had been chewing on into the palm of her hand. She held it out to me-

"Here ya go," she said with a cruel smirk as I stared at the half-eaten wad of soggy bread, meat and cheese. It looked horrible. I looked up at her and she just laughed-

"Don't want it, Bro?" she stood, tossing the chewed bite into the trash. "Too bad. You get nothing and like it then." I watched as she guzzled down the last of her water then stepped back over to me, crouching down again. She picked up the soggy, wadded underwear and ordered me to open up again. I shook my head and clenched my lips shut. Christy just sighed and grabbed my nose, pinching it shut. We had been down this road before.

I was already winded and week so it didn't take me long before I opened my mouth, gasping for air. Christy shoved the packing into my mouth and held it there until she had the scarf firmly tied about my face once again. She stood, shaking her head as though disappointed-

"Looks like someone still needs some quiet time," she said nudging me with the toe of her sandal. My penis stirred from that again, her freedom and my lack, and her foot play was getting me hot. I moaned, looking away and she giggled. "We've got some time before Mom comes home I think. Make the best of it."

And she was gone.

I looked around and rolled about tugging at my bonds again but I knew I was still trapped. I had not been able to free myself the entire day and I knew that nothing had changed in the last few minutes. Though too, something had changed…

Christy had become cruel somehow. She was even more dominant and evil as she taunted me in my bondage. I was wondering if what had once been a game to both of us was suddenly something more to her. And me as well, it seemed as the mere touch of her foot had set me to writhing, getting me hard- harder as the bondage still made me hot. Christy had become a cruel Mistress- no- a kidnapper. Granted she acted like a Dominatrix just a bit much at times, but the game still revolved around my captivity more than my servitude-

And she had told Steve. I never thought in my wildest dreams that Christy would have ever told anyone about our games let alone actually involve them, but she had told my best friend and had him help her kidnap me. Worse, he had enjoyed it; I could see it in his eyes the way he had looked at me. I knew she was dating Steve off and on, and as I said before I had my suspicions that Steve was only my friend to be near Christy but I could never have imagined that he would have been willing to help tie me up. Who else might she tell, I wondered? She had a lot of friends, most of whom thought I was a geek and annoying; her cheer leader clique, her friends that she hung out with. Who was next; the football team, Glenda? She had taken pictures too. What were those for? Blackmail…

***

I actually started crying when Christy came back about an hour later and started to untie me. My body was aching from being bound up in a hog-tie for so long and as my limbs unfolded they started to ache with cramps and spasms. Christy soothed me, cooing as she rubbed at my muscles, trying to comfort me but I still hurt, both physically and mentally. After what she had done to me I could never trust her again.

She helped me to my room though, and put me to bed, trying to comfort me and turning her back as I dressed for sleep. She really seemed sorry, but I was exhausted and sore and asleep as soon as my head hit the pillows of my bed…

***

I heard Mom come home at some point, heard the door and her moving about the house. I heard her and Christy talking, but couldn't hear what they were saying. I drifted back to sleep…

***

I woke with a start and saw Christy standing in my doorway. Backlit from the light in the hallway she seemed almost angelic with her perfect body and long, tousled hair. She stepped into my room, a silhouette gliding through the darkness until she sat on the edge of my bed. She was smiling as she looked down at me, dressed in her over-sized football jersey and panties for sleep-

"You okay?" she asked, smiling as she rubbed my leg. I felt my penis stirring and bit my cheek trying to come awake. I nodded-

"I'm sorry about what happened," she cooed, shushing me as I tried to speak. "I got carried away. It was wrong." I nodded, agreeing, but I forgave her and her smile widened. She was so beautiful-

"I'm sorry too," I mumbled from the heart, "sorry for what I said."

"It's okay. You were right. I was slacking off."

Christy stood and bent over me. She pulled my covers up to my neck and leaned in to kiss my forehead. She smiled warmly-

"I love you, Billy. You know that, right?" I nodded-

"I love you too…"

"I know," she said, turning and walking to the door, her feet barely sounding as she padded across the floor. She glanced back, then stepped into the hall, closing the door behind her…