A Week Away

TUESDAY:

I woke to darkness, sometime in the night. I was on my stomach and still in bed as I craned my neck, trying to look at the glowing red numbers of my alarm clock on the nightstand just within reach. I saw through tired bleary eyes that it was almost five, almost morning. I moaned, wondering what had woke me up.

I remembered that Christy and I had sat up for quite awhile watching television and just chatting and drinking beers. That explained why I was so tired, and why I had to take a monstrous piss. I was still buzzed slightly, my head and vision spinning a bit and my mouth feeling like it was lined with cotton. I had not gotten drunk, but after three beers- or was it four- I had gotten tipsy, giggling like a little girl at everything Christy had said. I was not a pretty drunk.

Eventually I had started to nod off and my sister suggested I get to bed. I had agreed, staggering off to the bathroom with a stupid smirk on my face and happy as hell that Christy and I had buried the hatchet. I did my nightly duties, finally swaying and stumbling into my room, actually fantasizing about the week to come. At that point I was excited and looking forward to a week of non-stop bondage at the hands of my loving sister. I remember thinking how great it was going to be before I collapsed on top of my bed in my underwear and quickly fell asleep.

Then I woke up. I wondered briefly what had awakened me; finally deciding it was my pressing need to pee. I moaned lightly as my head started spinning when I started to push up off the bed-

I heard the floor creak and felt something land heavily on my back. Air whooshed from my lungs as I was slammed down into my mattress and I found myself quickly gasping for breath as someone squirmed into position on top of me, holding me down. I felt a fist snake fingers into my long hair, getting a grip and then shoving me face down into my pillow making it even harder to breathe. I heard Christy's laughter and finally knew what was going on-

"Wake up, Billy," she mocked, her free hand getting a grip about my right wrist and yanking my arm painfully back. "You've slept long enough, Bro. Time for the fun to begin," she mocked as she scooted forward on my back, her weight pressing me down. I could feel the warmth and dampness of her crotch on my bare back as she pressed her legs into my ribs for leverage. She was excited by this, apparently, and so was I as I could feel my already enraged penis starting to stir.

I heard a strange ripping sound as I started to struggle, trying to rise and pull my hand free. I felt something sticky being pressed to my wrist, heard the ripping sound again as it wrapped about and about in several turns. Suddenly I was able to gasp for breath as Christy released her tight hold on my hair and I raised my head slightly from the pillow. Quickly though she grabbed my other arm and wrenched it back as well, her strength easily greater than mine as I lay sprawled beneath her. Leverage was on her side as she pulled my arms together, crossing them at the wrists and holding them there as she wrapped what I would soon learn to be duct tape about them, criss-crossing layer after layer, over and over until there was no hope of pulling my hands free. When she finally released her grip and settled back on my ass I struggled, much to her amusement I imagine. I strained and pulled, twisting my arms and wrists as best I could. That was part of the game after all. I had to get free, or at least try to. I quickly realized that at that point it was impossible and sagged beneath Christy's weight. She laughed-

"Give up?" I nodded, sweating and still out of breath. "Good," she purred, patting my back and I realized that she had on leather, fingerless gloves as she ran the flat of her hand over my shoulders.

I felt her rise up again and her hands quickly dug into my sides. I giggled at her quick touch as her nails started to scratch, thinking I was in for some tickle torture but soon learned that she had something else in mind-

"Roll over," she commanded and I did, struggling and awkward even with her help. When she finally had me lying on my back, on top of my arms I might add, she settled down on me again. Again I felt the warm dampness between her legs and I saw the evil gleam in her eye as she smiled looking radiant in the first light of false dawn shining through my window blinds. My eyes were starting to adjust to the dim, only spinning lightly as the intense scene was sobering me up. I stared at my beautiful sister sitting on my stomach, her sandy brown hair loose and tousled, cascading about her shoulders as she looked down at me. I saw that she was wearing a Halloween mask; one of those little black-plastic domino masks that hid the area around the eyes. It made her look sexy as hell as she grinned down on me. She had her gloved-hands on her hips, a look of triumph on her face-

"That was too easy," she mocked bringing a hand down to my chest and running her fingers lightly across my sweaty skin making me shiver and lick my lips. She giggled, her fingertips finding my left nipple and scratching at it, flicking it playfully. "I expected more of a fight out of you, boy. How's it feel to be outfought and tied up by a girl, hmmn?"

"I'm still buzzed," I mumbled in my defense. She laughed-

"Right, like you being wide awake and sober would have made a difference. You're worthless and weak," she chortled as she dug her fingernails into my nipple, twisting until I whimpered and whined, begging her to stop. "Still," she continued her face going stern, "I know your mother loves you and I'm willing to bet that she'll pay a pretty penny to get you back. So, boy, do we do this the easy way, or the hard?"

Christy cocked her head to one side as though listening and in answer I started bucking under her weight. I struggled, trying to throw her off of me as I pulled at my bonds again, cursing all the while and trying to get into the act-

"You'll never get away with this!" I snarled, then grunted, "Mom won't pay you a dime!"

Christy laughed and scooted forward pressing her legs in tightly again to hold me down. Despite that she was dressed in her black sports bra again and black stirrup pants by the scratchy feel on my arms I could see a fine sheen of sweat on her skin and an even slighter musky smell coming from both of us. She held up the roll of duct tape for me to see as my struggling subsided and she pulled out a long strip-

"Hard it is," she laughed as she bent closer and smoothed the end of the tape to my cheek. I expected her to rip off the strip- and as sweaty as I was getting I knew that with no packing in my mouth I'd be able to work it free with my tongue. Christy was a step ahead of me though- as usual. She palmed the back of my head, holding it up slightly as she started wrapping the strip round and round my head and face. Each turn of the silver tape caused her to lean in and my head brushed against her breasts giving us both a quick thrill I imagine. After about ten turns I guess- I had lost count with my face pressed into her tight bosom- she finally ripped the strip free of the roll and smoothed down the end. My lower face was totally sealed in from my chin to just under my nose allowing me to breathe. I could still make noise, but with the many layers of stiff tape it was hard to work my jaw and any sound that got through was dull and muffled. She let my head fall back to the pillow as she stepped a foot back to the floor and climbed off of me, allowing me to draw in long and ragged breaths through my nose.

Christy moved down to the foot of the bed then, and with the duct tape still in one hand grabbed my ankle with the other. I fought and kicked of course, but she was too strong, actually digging her nails into my skin as she started wrapping the tape about one ankle, then loosing the roll and letting it dangle a moment as she grabbed my other still flailing leg and held them together. She started to bind my ankles then, again wrapping the tape round and round, layer after layer. My struggles waned as it got harder and harder to move. Christy led the tape up my legs then with a few quick, loose turns and started in binding my thighs just above my knees. She was done in seconds despite my meager kicking and moaning and when she finally dropped my legs back to the bed I found them immobile, locked tightly together. If I managed to get to my feet now to try to get away the best I could manage would be a short hop.

Christy seemed satisfied as she watched me squirm, finally setting the tape out of sight on the floor and coming up with a water bottle. I watched enviously as she pulled the stopper and took a long thirsty drink. She finished by splashing some of the quenching liquid across her chest; wiping it down and letting it trickle between her breasts. I watched, my penis raging as she smoothed her leather-gloved hand over her breasts and stomach, her arms and finally her face. Refreshed, She ignored my whining muffled pleas and bent down again, quickly standing once more and placing her hands on her hips-

"Ready for Phase Two, boy?" she asked with a wicked grin and I stared up at her uncomprehending. She smirked, "Obviously I can't leave you here in your bedroom for anyone to stumble across you. What kind of a stupid-ass kidnaper would that make me? No, I need to put you someplace a bit more secure than your bed."

That worried me a bit. Where would she put me- for a week? And just how was she going to get me there for that matter? She had already bound my legs, did she expect me to hop? Crawl? She must have saw my eyes widen as she simply laughed again, walking to the side of my bed.

I was laying on top of the bedspread so she simply took the falling hem and draped it up and over me before walking to the other side and doing the same. She bent low again and took the material in hand, making a quick knot. Christy then went to the foot of my bed again and gathered up the tails of the spread about my legs and feet. She pulled, stepping away from the bed and I slid along easily, my legs angling out over the floor. She stepped slowly back, smiling as I slid butt first onto the hardwood floor of my room. I winced, landing with a thud on my ass and it hurt despite the thick throw rug beside my bed. Christy just kept walking and laughing as she backed out of my room and into the dining area just beyond.

My throw rug slid along with me until I reached the threshold of the doorway where it bunched up beneath me. With a grunt however Christy heaved and got me moving again. It was fairly simple in its ingenuity as Christy dragged me through the house; the dining area, past the kitchen and through the living room towards the hall that separated her room as well as Mom's and the family bathroom from the main house. My eyes widened as I watched Christy work, barely struggling at all as she dragged me along past her bedroom and Mom's, finally realizing the final destination.

Christy let loose my makeshift litter, standing tall to catch her breath and gather her strength. It was cooler here in the main part of the house with the air-conditioning on but I could still see her skin glistening slightly in the dim glow coming from the main windows softened slightly by the thin drapes. She smiled at me to see that I understood where she was taking me and opened the door to the cellar.

"No one will find you in the basement, boy," she chuckled looking just like a super villain from Batman; the Spandex Spectre or something like that. It was so cool. With that she reached in and flicked on the light, then bent to gather up the bedspread again, backing into the basement.

She went slowly as she backed sort of sideways down the stairs. She was none too gentle as I thumped down the steps behind her but I knew she was being extra careful making certain that I did not get away from her and bracing with every step to regain her leverage. Still I was aching from the bumpy ride when we finally reached the bottom of the stairs and I came to a rest on the cool cement that covered half the cellar floor. Christy was not done yet however as she wrapped her hands in the comforter and continued to pull me all the way across the floor.

We finally stopped by the main support column in the center of the basement's far side. That side of the cellar floor was still just packed dirt as Dad had died before the work had been completed and Mom had never gotten around to finishing it up. The two halves of the cellar were divided by freestanding wall screens; wooden frames with paper stretched across and painted for strength. The weight bench was on the dirt side as well as piled boxes of junk lining the concrete wall that stretched up about eight feet with tiny windows spaced along its width. On the other side of the dividers were the washers and dryers, overhead wires stretched among the pipes and rafters for drying things, the stairs of course and a sink and closet. If Christy lashed me to the pole I knew from experience that no one would see me behind the dividers. So did she-

"Phase Three, boy," she said as she undid the knots of the bedspread and rolled me off until I laid at her feet on the packed dirt. I saw her well-worn black Reeboks right in front of my face, dusty from the cellar floor already and I had visions of me licking them clean but Christy apparently did not as yet. She rolled me about in the dirt, finally sitting me up with my back pushed against the support column. I saw then that she had placed some rope near the pole before hand and she was gathering a length.

Christy looped a long bit of rope about my stomach, knotting it off before she really got to work. She passed the cord about my midsection a few times, knotted it again and then started to crisscross it about my chest and shoulders. She did this several turns as well before knotting that length off and getting a fresh piece. She took that bit of nylon cord and looped it about my wrists, then tied it around the pole a dozen turns or so before running it up to my elbows and doing the same. With every turn she pulled tightly, catching the slack as she laced my elbows to the pole and forcing my body to contort to the bondage. By the time she was finished with my chest and arms I was lashed tightly with my back to the pole and my chest stretched wide, my shoulders flung back to accommodate. There was a constant pressure, but it did not hurt- yet.

"There," Christy said, standing tall as she surveyed her work. She strolled about the pole, and me and I could feel her tugging at the ropes a time or two just to be sure. "That ought'a hold you, boy," she said as she strolled around in front of me and squatted down to check the tape at my knees and ankles. As an after thought she wrapped a fresh cord about both, cutting away the duct tape with a pair of heavy duty shears from a pegboard that held the few dusty tools my father had owned. She stood up again and stepped away watching me squirm for a bit as I tested my bonds. I knew right off that I was trapped, that I would never get out of her bondage, but I saw her frown slightly, twisting her lip. She was not satisfied-

Abruptly her eyes lit up as she dramatically snapped her fingers and trotted off out of my line of sight. I heard her rummaging around in the packing boxes a bit, and then she quickly returned. I felt her hands at my throat as she pushed my head forward attaching something.

"This is just what you were missing," she said as she strapped a leather dog collar about my throat. Our father had had a dog when we were little. He had loved the thing, and so had we, but Mom had hated it. When Dad died she had decided to have it put to sleep. It was old and feeble I admit, but Christy and I had cried and cried. Mom had kept its collar and leash for some reason, and as it was a Great Dane the thick leather collar easily fit about my neck with Christy fastening the buckle. She then attached the leash to the heavy metal loop on the collar and wrapped that about the pole, finally tying it off again, hooking it back to the clasp. It was tight, but I could breathe and it kept my head up so that I could not slump over.

"That's better," Christy said, giving me a final look. She then squatted down and gathered up the last bits of rope that she had not used and strolled back towards the stairs. I thrashed about and grunted, moaning into my gag and she turned at the last moment-

"What?" she asked looking annoyed that I was bothering her in her moment of glory.

"Mmmm," I said, which meant 'You'll never get away with this', or 'I'm thirsty', or 'Please let me go!' Christy chuckled-

"I'll be back later, boy. Behave, or there'll be hell to pay!" She laughed and vanished from my line of sight. I heard her pad quickly up the stairs and a few seconds later the dangling overhead light went out. I heard the door close and the locking bolt sliding into place. I was locked in and totally trapped, helpless.

I writhed and squirmed of course, doing my best to try to get away. It was expected but I knew even as I started that it was useless. Christy was way too good at tying, and it seemed the harder that I struggled the tighter my restraints became. Only being able to breathe through my nose, I soon became winded and weak.

It was not too hot yet in the cellar, but I knew that as the sun progressed past the windows it would get worse. The basement seemed to trap the heat as well as the cold and I knew I was in for a steam bath during the day and a chilly night if she kept me here. There was little to do except work at my bonds and look around so I did. With my back to the pole and my legs outstretched at least I was fairly comfortable save for the tightness of my bonds that stretched my torso to the contours of the column. I could shift about a bit, draw up my legs and wiggle on my ass, but that was about all.

I figured that it was after six as I looked to the windows and saw the sun starting its daily climb. I had been in bondage barely an hour and I was already bored. Without Christy there it was exciting, but not as great as I could have hoped. I heard her upstairs walking around awhile, but after too long she settled in and I did not hear her anymore. Maybe she went back to bed, or eating breakfast, watching television. Maybe she was taking a shower…

I shook my head, trying to get that image out of my mind as I looked about the basement again. I counted the packing boxes that lined the wall. I counted the tools on the pegboard. I watched an ant crawl across the dirt just a few inches past my feet. I soon nodded off…

***

I was on my knees and scrubbing the filthy tiles of the kitchen floor when Bonnie strolled in and started lashing away at my ass with a studded leather belt. I screamed in pain, rolling onto my back as she kept hitting me over and over, screaming at me-

"You call that clean, bitch?"

I was crying, and I saw Christy in the background laughing at me. Bonnie's daughter Pam was there as well and another girl from school, some other women that I did not know. I screamed and righted myself as they all laughed, crawling forward as Bonnie our next door neighbor beat me with her belt. I leaned in close, licking and kissing her soft white leather clogs hoping that she would stop.

Bonnie shoved the toe of her shoe closer, still beating my ass as I bent low at her feet-

"That's right, bitch! Lick!" she shouted, and I did, my penis throbbing as she lashed away at my ass while the others kept laughing. I had to pee and I told her but she ignored me.

I kept licking…

***

I woke with a start and realized that my penis was jerking. I moaned, unable to stop myself from coming, then pissing. My dick bobbed about as it emptied into my boxer shorts and I moaned in satisfaction with the sudden release. My skin flushed though with embarrassment over what I had just done. Nocturnal Emissions, I had wet the bed so to speak. Christy would kill me.

I sat there helpless as the cum and piss dried. There was nothing that I could do. The sun was moving through the windows, but I had no idea how much time had passed, how long I had been tied to the pole. I was starting to smell though of piss and sweat, and I hoped that my sister would come downstairs soon and do something about it-

It had to be hours later when I heard the bolt on the upper door slide back and the basement light came on again. I listened intently and heard Christy's footfalls as she descended the stairs. I heard then the sounds of her readying the washer; the lid creaking, the detergent shaking from the box. Soon after the water started rushing and I saw my sister pass through the dividers-

"Oh, god…" she said as she stepped into my half of the cellar. She just stood there looking at me and shaking her head with a disgusted look on her face. She was dressed in her thongs and cut-offs again, though with a red sports bra now and her hair tied back in a bun. She sighed and stepped forward, towering over my helplessness as she stared down at me-

"Had a little problem, hunh?" she asked as she leaned forward and rested her foot on my chest. I squirmed at the sudden weight but loved the feel of her rubber sole on my chest as she pressed down slightly. Too I blushed with embarrassment at what I had done; coming with a wet dream. God!

"It's okay," she cooed, planting her foot back in the dirt. "It happens to boys your age, and I suppose it's partly my fault. Are you okay?" I nodded that I was.

"Want me to clean you up?" she asked, moving her thonged foot to my outstretched leg and rubbing it lightly. I squirmed feeling my penis getting hard again. I nodded.

"Okay, hold on." Christy walked away and I heard the sink as water poured into a bucket. I figured that she was going to scrub me down, but when she came back she simply set the bucket of water aside and got the shears again-

"I'll have to cut off your boxers," she warned as she squatted down beside me. "That okay?" she asked and I blushed, closing my eyes as I nodded. I felt the cool metal on my skin as she quickly snipped away at the light cotton of my boxer shorts, cutting the area between my legs first at the crotch. She held out the ends of the short legs of my boxers and giggled, looking up at me with a little grin-

"You know, with a little makeup and that hair a little longer you might look pretty good in a dress. You're a little flat chested, but otherwise…" I squirmed, hoping she was joking. She laughed again and set back to work, snipping my underwear along the seam of the right leg.

Within seconds she pulled the material away and I opened my eyes to see her standing over me with the bucket in hand. She splashed the cold water over my crotch, which cleaned me a bit I suppose but muddied the ground around me even more. She set the bucket down.

"There ya go," she said and simply strolled away through the dividers to leave me sitting in the mud. I saw her flip what was left of my dirty, soiled underwear up over one of the clothes lines, then heard the clank of the shears on the washer or dryer. I heard her go upstairs and flick off the light, locking me in.

In the basement's heat the water about me quickly evaporated except for the little area under my ass. I tried to rise up to let that evaporate as well, but I was too tired already and couldn't hold position, falling back into the mud with a splat. I felt dirtier than I had before-

Christy came downstairs several times as she did the laundry but ignored me for the most part despite my muffled screams. Over and over again I heard her pad down the stairs, humming as she put more clothes into the washer or dryer, seeing her hands above the partitions as she hung things on the lines. It was a couple hours before the final load finally stopped in the dryer and she came through the partition to check on me again. I blushed red with embarrassment as I was now bound and gagged and naked before her, squirming in the dirt and mud. She did not seem to care-

"You okay?" she asked, and I nodded that I was. It was embarrassing, but I was still fine, really, despite the dirt.

"Thirsty?" she asked, and I nodded with a moan.

"Dying of thirst?" she added and I thought about it, then shook my head. I was not dying yet.

"Okay. Try and hold on as long as you can," she said as she took a drink from a water bottle and sighed, licking her lips. "It's hot down here, and humid, but you're tough, right? You can take it." I looked longingly as she pushed the stopper back on her bottle and just let it dangle at her side. I nodded again-

"Good," she smiled and turned away, vanishing from sight.

I don't know how much time passed before she visited me again…

***

It was dark in the cellar when Christy paid me another visit. The sun had moved well past the windows so I knew it had to be late. I had dozed off and on in the hours aching and moaning, wishing for water. I should have said I had been dying before- I was now. I flinched as I heard the door open at the top of the stairs and the light came on. I heard my sister padding down the stairs. She appeared dressed in a long football jersey, her hair wild and she was wearing an old pair of sports sandals that she generally used as slippers. She looked ready for bed as she came to me and checked my bonds again-

"No word from your mother yet," she said as she checked the binding rope and duct tape lashing me to the pole. She tightened the bondage as best she could then strolled about in front of me again, planting her foot on my enraged penis. We had never played with me totally naked before, but she was taking it in stride despite my own embarrassment and excitement-

"You okay?" she asked as she rubbed her foot about my crotch getting me excited. I moaned into my gag telling her that I needed water, but she either didn't understand or chose to ignore me.

"I'm not letting you go," she said, pressing down on my stiff dick with the rubber sole of her sandal. I was in agony and ecstasy all at once. "Soon as your mother accedes to my demands I'll release you, but not a minute before. I don't think a thousand dollars is too much, the letter 'M' stricken from the alphabet, get away car…" she chuckled-

"Get away car…"

Christy pressed down with her foot, all of her weight on my crotch and I screamed in pain. She kept up the pressure for a few moments then finally relented, putting her foot back to the ground. "You're doing good, boy," she said as she walked back to the dividers. "One day down. I'm going to bed. Sing out if you need anything."

Christy chuckled as she moved out of sight and climbed the stairs. I was screaming into my gag but she ignored me, shutting off the light and closing the door, locking it. I heard her walking about overhead for a bit, then all went quiet. She had gone to bed.

Her nice, soft bed…

I moaned, pulling at my bonds. This was not as I'd imagined it would be. Christy had a cruel dark side and knew too well just how to make me squirm. I was totally helpless and at her mercy, a captive until she chose otherwise. It was boring without her right there, and uncomfortable sitting in the mud, lashed to the pole behind me.

It was a long sleepless night…