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 depictions 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 5
After relieving himself, Jeff threw on his shorts and went downstairs to grab
himself a Coke. He left his sister bent over and bound nude in his parent's
bathroom, moaning in frustration through her red ball gag. Her arms were still
encased in a white leather armbinder and her legs were held apart by a spreader
bar. The leash to Stephanie's white collar was lashed tightly to her spreader
bar as were the light chains to Stephanie's nipple clamps, forcing her to bend
forward precariously. Jeff didn't mind that his stepsister teetered there in
the bathroom like that, just like he didn't mind that she didn't cum this time
round. A little discomfort never hurt a future slave.
He went back into the bedroom and sat down on his parent's bed and watched his
stepsister balance and whimper through her gag. This was all he had ever hoped
it would be - and more. The only thing that Jeff needed was to order her
around, but he didn't think he could disguise his voice well enough to fool
Stephanie.
Jeff took another sip of Coke and enjoyed the view of his blonde captive,
contemplating this problem. Though he was tired, he could feel the urge to use
her again stirring in his crotch.
Then it came to him. It was perfect. He just hoped that Toys-R-Us still had
them in stock.
Stephanie quietly moaned yet again, drool running down her rubber gag and
onto the floor below her. Jeff needed to keep her occupied while he went
shopping so she wouldn't get into any mischief. It was time to go through his
parent's armoire again.
Jeff's parents had an amazing collection of sex toys and bondage equipment.
There were at least two-dozen different vibrators in one of the drawers. There
were also gel butt plugs and dildos. Another drawer had enough potions, lotions
and oils to last a lifetime. It was in a large drawer that he found something
that fired his already overloaded imagination; a slender vibrator on an
adjustable metal floor stand.
Grinning, Jeff brought the stand over to his bound blonde and set it down
between her spread legs. Stephanie could feel the stranger behind her doing
something, but she couldn't figure out what. She felt something nudge at her
sex and she tried to thrust down upon it; trying to relieve the pent-up passions
that were tormenting her.
The stranger pulled the toy away, denying her any slake for her libido.
Stephanie could almost hear the man chuckle.
Again, she felt something press at her sex and again she tried in vain to
impale herself onto it. The stranger just teased her with it; mocking her needs
to relieve herself of this whirlpool of pleasure that was churning within her.
This time, however, she did not try to thrust back hoping that he would do
something more.
Stephanie felt the very tip of the tool brush lightly against her
desire-swollen lips. Then she felt the tool buzz alive, sending a shocks of
pure bliss coursing through her. She tried to thrust herself down upon the
vibrator, but her bondage would not allow her to move much without danger of
falling over. The electric buzz was sending waves of pleasure through her, but
not nearly fast enough.
There was nothing Stephanie could do about it.
She wriggled a bit and tried to impale herself a bit more upon the vibrator,
but she found that she would just push the thing away and bound as she was, she
dare not move much at all for fear of falling.
The blonde moaned her displeasure, hoping the stranger would somehow take pity
on her and let an orgasm engulf her.
There was no reply. Not even a cruel laugh; and Stephanie began to weep
silently from her frustration.
Jeff was not there to enjoy that, however, though he would enjoy watching the
video of it later. He was on his way to the toy store to find one of those toy
microphones that would distort his voice. He had seen them there a few weeks
before when he had gone shopping for a squirt gun. . .one of his 'childish'
games he liked to play at college. Jeff hadn't thought much of it at the time
save for trying it out for a laugh. He liked the metallic robot sounding
distortion the best and he thought that one would be the best for training of
his stepsister. Cold. Heartless. Perfect.
Stephanie's brother took his time at the store, looking at the toys from a
kinky perspective. In the end, he picked up several other items that he was
sure the manufacturers never intended them to be used the way Jeff was about to
use them. A bored looking clerk rang them up Jeff's purchases and soon he was
on his way back to his future slave.
Stephanie ached. Her calves were beginning to really hurt as well as her
shoulders. There was also a dull, almost erotic throb in her nipples from the
young blonde's struggles. However, the thing that ached the most was
Stephanie's pussy. It was not a painful ache like the one in her jaw caused by
the ball gag, but one of pleasure denied. With the vibrator positioned the way
it was, it tickled and teased at her sex mercilessly without giving her the
ultimate pleasure. She almost came several times, but the motion was not quite
enough to send her over the edge.
It was hard to think of anything else other than cumming. Stephanie
wondered a bit about where her captor was and if he was laughing silently at her
predicament. She wondered about her stepbrother and if he was okay. But mainly
just thought about the bliss of just cumming and ending her torment.
"Do you want to cum?" a deep metallic voice startled Stephanie, almost causing
her to over-balance and fall over.
Stephanie nodded her head and moaned loudly into her gag.
"No harm will come to your brother if you do exactly as I say," Jeff said,
speaking into his toy voice distorter, "Do you understand?"
Again, Stephanie nodded her head.
"Good," Jeff smiled, walking around his captive, enjoying the view, "First of
all, your name is slave. You will answer only to that name and no other. Do
you understand, slave?"
The bound blonde nodded slowly. She had no choice. Her fate, at least now,
was sealed with leather and chain.
"Do you want to cum?"
Stephanie moaned and nodded her head. The man's words were like throwing
kerosene on a fire, igniting a deep, forbidden desire within her. . .
'Whack!'
The pain of his hand spanking Stephanie hard on her ass almost sent her
sprawling. She screamed into her gag.
"I TOLD YOU ONLY TO ANSWER WHEN YOU, SLAVE, ARE ADDRESSED." The metallic voice
yelled.
The bound captive sobbed into her gag. Stephanie felt the stranger's hand
slowly rubbing where he had swatted her.
"Now, do you want to cum?"
Stephanie only quietly sobbed as she stood, bent over and bound. The stranger
had not called her 'slave' and she did not want to be spanked that hard again.
She just bit into her gag and waited patiently.
The girl felt a gently pat on her butt.
"Good girl," the metallic voice said, "You are learning quickly. Now, slave,
do you want to cum?"
In tears, Stephanie nodded and whimpered.
Jeff knelt down and adjusted the vibrator's stand so that it started to
penetrate his blonde slave and turned it on high. A fiery explosion of pleasure
ripped through Stephanie and it was the hardest orgasm she had ever experienced.
Her whole body quaked, as it became a whirlpool of white-hot ecstasy. She
wasn't even aware the stranger was holding her up and her body became limp from
the joy. When she finally regained some sense of what had happened, she found
that her nipple clamps were gone and she was sitting on the cool bathroom floor.
The stranger brushed his fingers through Stephanie's long hair.
"That is a good slave," the cold voice said, "from now on you may only cum when
I command you to. Do you understand, slave?"
Stephanie nodded her head. Her whole body was still in a euphoric twilight
zone caused by her orgasm. She had never came that strongly before. It was if
her whole being was one white-hot orgasm.
The blonde felt herself being picked-up and carried over to the bed. Her leash
to the spreader bars had also been loosened so that she was relatively
comfortable in her bindings. Her calves no longer ached, but her jaw and
shoulders did a bit.
"Are you thirsty, slave?" the stranger asked.
Stephanie was thirsty and nodded.
"I am going to take your gag out, slave. However, if I hear a single word out
of you, I will punish both you and your brother. Do you understand this, my
slave?"
Again, Stephanie nodded.
The stranger left her on the bed for a bit and Stephanie was too tired and worn
to try to struggle. She was grateful just to be out of a few of her bindings.
A glow of her orgasm still flowed through her and she just bathed in it as if
she would soaking up the sun outside.
"Okay, slave, you remember the rules?" the metal voice asked.
Stephanie did and nodded that she did.
She felt the stranger undo the strap behind her head and ease the ball gag out.
Her jaw was stiff and she moved it around, glad that the rubber-tasting thing
was out of her mouth. The young blonde then felt the tip of a straw and she
took a sip.
The Coke tasted like heaven as it filled her mouth. She didn't realize how
thirsty she really was and she eagerly sipped at the straw, drinking all she
could. God knew when this stranger might let her drink again. It didn't take
long for her slurp the last of the drink up through her straw.
"I have a different gag for you slave," Jeff said through his toy voice
distorter, "This will be more comfortable."
Stephanie shook her head no; she did not want to be gagged again.
"Slave, do you want me to punish you?"
Timidly, the blonde shook her head no.
"Then you must obey me. Open your mouth."
The bound girl did. Jeff pushed into her mouth a foam ball he had found at the
toy store. It was big enough to fill her mouth but not enough to be
uncomfortable.
"Close your mouth, slave."
Jeff then took some medical tape and placed it over his sister's lips. He did
this several times; smoothing the tape out and making sure her lips were sealed
together. To Stephanie, the foam ball tasted awful but in was more comfortable
than her previous gag.
"There, my pretty slave," the stranger patted her on her head, "much better."
Stephanie then felt the stranger fingertips trace down her neck and to her
breasts, gently caressing circles around her nipples.
"Now that you have relaxed some, slave, I think we should enjoy another game or
two. . ."
To Be Continued
