THE SUMMER PROJECT
By T.S. FESSELN
Part 4
Jeff looked at his bound stepsister as she lay in bed. Stephanie's arms
were encased in a white leather armbinder. A pair of white ankle cuffs and a
chrome spreader bar was holding her legs open. A white collar graced her neck.
Save for the red ball gag and the black leather blindfold, she was picture
perfect. However, Jeff needed to move her to the bathroom.
He looked once again in his parent's armoire for inspiration. Hung inside
one of the doors was a variety of whips and crops. All of them looked vicious
and he was reluctant to use them on her. He really didn't want to hurt her,
only use her.
Then he saw it.
Set in the back corner of the armoire was an item sort of shaped like a spear
gun. The grip and body of the gun was made of black plastic and had a red
numbered knob as well as a trigger. The long 'barrel' was made of a polished
blue metal with a pair of chrome 'fangs' spread about two inches and pointed
slightly toward each other. When Jeff pulled the trigger, there was a crackling
electric noise and a sharp snap.
Jeff realized it was a kind of a cattle prod.
He turned the knob down to the lowest number and approached his blonde sister,
still laying there on her front; bound and not moving much at all save for a
little movement here and there. Jeff didn't know how much the prod would sting
but he figured on the lowest setting, it probably wouldn't hurt much but would
get his point across.
He pressed the cold tips to her side and pressed the trigger.
To Stephanie, it felt as if she were stung by a huge wasp. She screamed into
her gag and jolted in her bonds. The pain was as hot as a branding iron and
continued to ebb slowly as she curled herself the best she could into a ball;
tears streaming across her face.
Stephanie then felt something being attached to her collar; a chain. She felt
a slight tug. Then she felt the cold tip of the prod against the side. The
stranger's message was clear. The blonde girl struggled the best she could to
sit up on the edge of the bed. The bar holding her legs open made it hard for
her to stand and balance, but at the insistence of the chain fastened to her
collar, Stephanie stood up.
The bound girl had to take small steps as she was pulled along and she was
afraid that she would fall flat on her face at any time. She pleaded into her
gag, but the stranger ignored her, pressing the cold steel tip of the prod
against her breast or thigh and giving her collar another tug.
It seemed like an eternity, but finally Jeff's slave sister was in his parents'
bathroom. God, she looked beautiful. Her long, blonde hair, still wet from her
shower and struggles, hung limply over her gagged and blindfolded face. The
white collar contrasted so well with her tanned skin. Stephanie's breasts
seemed to beg for Jeff to touch them and lick them and pinch them. Her
California slender form was so delicious that Jeff found his cock getting hard
again.
Stephanie felt the stranger gently push her down and she found that she was
sitting on her parent's toilet. Obviously the stranger wanted her to relieve
herself, but she wasn't sure if she could in front of him. She felt as she
needed to pee, but his stares kept her need bottled up inside.
She felt the cold tip of the prod caress her left nipple, flicking at its erect
tip.
It was one of the hardest things that Stephanie had ever been forced to do and
finally, she let her bladder go and as the stream sprayed into the toilet, she
felt some measure of relief despite her embarrassment at the situation.
Jeff went over to the sink and ran warm water over a washcloth. As she sat on
the toilet, he first brushed the hair out of her face and wiped the tears from
her cheeks. He then tugged a bit on her collar. With a little help from Jeff,
Stephanie stood up.
Stephanie could hear the water running in the sink and could smell the fresh
smell of soap. She felt the warm cloth run over her shoulders and then her
upper chest. He took his time, making sure she was well scrubbed. The stranger
paid particular attention to her breasts, roughly scrubbing them and playing
with her erect nipples. Despite everything, Stephanie could feel herself
getting turned on by his attentions.
The captive felt the cloth scour over the flat of her stomach and down closer
between her legs. He ran the warm cloth up and down her inner thighs slowly.
Stephanie found herself wanting him to touch her sex; to take her away from the
horrors of the past couple hours. However, he continued to tease her with the
cloth, cleaning all around her pussy but not ever touching it.
Jeff smiled up at his sister as her bathed her. The lingering smell of sex was
still strong and her whimpers from behind her ball gag were not of protest.
They were whimpers of need and the rocking of her hips as she stood there told
Jeff all he needed to know. But first, he had to do a few things.
Stephanie heard the intruder leave for a bit, only to return a few moments
later. With his return, she could hear him fiddle around with something but she
wasn't sure what. However, a few moments later the warm washcloth returned and
she didn't care.
Jeff scrubbed over her breasts again, this time before the cold eye of the
video camera. He wanted this to be on tape and wished he had more than a single
camera to catch everything.
The stranger stepped around in back her and reached around the massage her
breasts with the wash clothes. The rough cloth teased at her nipples. The
stranger would lightly pinch at Stephanie's erect nips through the cloth,
causing her to shiver with pleasure. She felt her need growing inside of her
again like a slowly simmering pot wanting to boil over.
His captive sister whimpered when he stopped. Her mewls through her gag and
her rocking movements had hardened Jeff again to the point of aching. He needed
to take her but she wasn't quite in the position he wanted her in. Grabbing her
leash, he pulled downward on her collar, making her bend over until he could tie
the leash off to her spreader bar. Jeff could hear her protesting noises as she
tried to balance herself in her new position, but Jeff ignored her.
The young blonde teetered in her new position, trying to keep focused on not
falling over. Bound as she was, she wouldn't be able to catch herself. She
could hear the intruder walking around her and she almost feel his eyes drink in
her bound form. A warm wave of pleasure coursed through her just at the
thought.
Stephanie heard the stranger leave for a bit again. She wondered what he was
going to do with her next. She struggled a bit, but being balanced he way she
was, she couldn't do much more than twist around a little bit. She stopped as
soon as she heard the man return and turn on the sink faucet.
Jeff almost started to whistle as he dangled the nipple clamps in the cold
running water. Fortunately, he stopped himself. It was a habit of his step-
sister would surely pick up on. Right now, he wanted to be an anonymous
prowler.
He removed the clamps when he thought that they were cold enough. They were
not ice cold, but cool enough to be uncomfortable.
Jeff's sister was still moaning behind her ball gag and he noticed she had also
began to drool. In a way, he found it sexy. His captive couldn't even control
even THAT basic function.
He knelt to the side of her and began to slowly message one of her nipples,
causing her to moan a bit more loudly. Jeff could be imagining it, but he
actually thought that she might be enjoying his treatment of her. Once her
nipple was fully erect, he clipped on the first clamp.
It felt as someone had bit down hard on her nipple and Stephanie screamed into
her gag and began to squirm a bit, though her position made that impossible.
The blonde felt the intruder pull at what was clamped onto her breast. The
initial pain stopped to a dull ache.
The intruder then began to play with her other nipple.
"Nnnuuuughhh!" she screamed into her gag, shaking her head.
Jeff, however, ignored her pleas and placed the other clamp on her nipple. His
blonde step-sister moaned in pain but he knew it was from the shock rather than
any real pain.
Each of the clamps had a long chain dangling from them and they gave him a
wicked idea. He pulled down on her leash a bit so that Stephanie had to bend
over a bit more, putting a bit of slack in the leash lashed onto the spreader
bar. Jeff then attached one of her nipple clamp chains to the bar so that it
was taut. He did the same to the other chain. She would have to keep this
position or it would pull painfully on her nipples. She was now ready for what
he had in mind.
Stephanie's brother stepped around in back of her and drank in the beauty of
her nicely rounded ass and the pussy looking so ripe and juicy for fucking. His
dick had been aching for another go at her and there was nothing his sister
could do about it. He gripped her hips firmly and lined himself up with her
slit. Gently, he eased himself into her without much difficulty, finding she
was already ready for him.
The bound girl let out an animalistic moan as the man filled her. Stephanie
leaned back into, matching his thrust, enjoying each movement he made within
her. As she moved, the clamps on her nipples tugged at them painfully, send an
erotic mix of pain and pleasure roiling through her in a churning wave.
It was a fire within her that needed to consume everything that she was.
Stephanie did not understand it and was almost terrified by the way the need
engulfed her despite the fact she was being raped and abused. But now, right
now, the pure feeling of bliss filled every nook of her being as she churned
back upon his cock.
The man's thrusts into her were now almost violent and the hands clutched her
hips were almost vise-like. The pleasure within her whirled dervish-like,
mixing with the sharp pain tugging at her nipples.
The she heard the man groan and felt his cum shoot up inside her, filling her.
Stephanie continued to thrust herself maniacally onto the stranger's shaft, but
he did not return the favor. Instead, he removed himself from her.
"Nuuuuuggghhh!" she begged through her gag.
The captive blonde was so close to letting an orgasm engulf her, yet, without
the stranger, she could not bring herself off.
She heard the man pissing into the toilet and she whimpered again through her
gag, begging for him to bring her off. But he ignored her mewls. She wriggled
and squirmed to try to entice the intruder back; to make her cum. But, he just
patted her but and left her to stew in her own juices.
To be continued
