WRATH
BY T.S. FESSELN
WRATH Chapter 1
'O-T-H-E-L-L-O'
Rachel penciled in another answer to her crossword puzzle. Right now she
should have been enjoying the company of her husband, sharing breakfast and
fighting over who would read the morning comics first. This was to be their
first morning of a full week off for them just to enjoy themselves for once. A
week of just selfishness between her and Bill. However, some emergency came up
at Bill's law firm and he had to take a flight to Pittsburgh, leaving her alone
with a week of nothing planed and nothing to do.
Just then, the phone rang.
"Rachel?" asked the female voice at the other end.
"Yes?"
"This is Cindy Cotrell."
"Hi Cindy," Cindy didn't sound at all well, as if she had just been
crying, "What's up?"
"Can you come over?"
"You bet. What's wrong Cindy?"
"I don't want to be bother if you can't," Cindy sniffled, emphasizing the
word 'can't'.
"Don't be silly, Cindy," Rachel was now getting concerned. Cindy was
usually a very over-gifted conversationalist, ready to talk your ear off at a
moments notice. All Rachel could deduce was that something concerning her
divorce had gotten to poor Cindy.
"Really, Rachel, please don't bother. . ."
"It's not a problem. I have the whole day off; the whole WEEK off for
that matter. I will be over there as soon as possible, okay?"
Cindy didn't say a thing.
"I'll be right over," and with that Rachel hung up the phone and started to
gather up her breakfast plates and putting them in the sink. All Rachel had
left to do is take a quick shower, throw on some clothes and head over to
Cindy's town house.
-oOo-
"Is your friend coming over?" asked a gravely male voice as he hung up the
receiver.
Cindy nodded. It was all that she could do. The masked stranger had
replaced her ball gag and made sure it was strapped tightly and locked in place.
Her blonde curls were all in disarray as she looked up at him with her reddened
blue eyes.
To the intruder, Cindy was a vision of loveliness. He had bound her and
cut off her silk teddy, baring her nearly perfect body. Except for the phone
call he had made her do, she had been gagged the entire time; whimpering and
mewling. Now, she was tied tightly to the living room couch. The handcuffs had
used earlier to subdue her while she slept had been replaced by rope, knotting
her wrists and elbows together behind her back. Her breasts seemed to jut out;
her pale pink nipples begging for attention as she squirmed under his gaze. He
had tied her legs wide apart, each ankle cinched to the foot of the couch,
leaving her sex fully exposed and ready to play. The intruder leaned over the
couch back and began to stroke her golden tresses.
"See, that wasn't so bad now was it?" he laughingly asked.
Cindy began to sob again, bowing her head down and wishing she were dead.
She knew what was in store for her friend when she arrived, but the man's
threats, coupled with the huge knife that he constantly caressed her with,
forced Cindy into making that call. She knew that Bill, Rachel's husband, was
called away on business and that her friend had decided to take the week off
anyway. Now, Cindy feared, she and Rachel would be sexual prisoners of this man
for longer than she cared to think.
"I think we will have alot of fun, yes I do," the man continued, reaching
down to lightly caress Cindy's nipple.
"nnnnnnnmmmmph," the bound woman cried.
The man's fingers began to trace small circles around Cindy's erect nipple,
sending little sparks of pleasure through her, despite her predicament.
"You like that, huh?" he whispered.
"Uh-uhhhhh," she said, shaking her head.
"Oh, I think you do. Your nipples are saying 'yes','yes'."
The intruder began to roll her nipples between his fingers, lightly
pinching them, tugging at them a bit, send more little waves of pleasures
rippling through Cindy. Cindy was confused, afraid and horny. She shouldn't
feel this way. This man was repeatedly abusing her and soon he would be doing
the same to her friend, Rachel. However, her body was betraying her, thirsting
for the attention of the man's fingers and hands. He had yet to 'rape' her. He
was still dressed in the dark blue jeans and dark green sweeter he had assaulted
her in. And he had yet to take off his ski mask in front of her. Several times
he left the bedroom for awhile, to explore her town home, leaving her bound.
Struggling against the ropes was useless, but Cindy continued to because to stop
would mean that she had accepted her fate.
"Now, when your friend shows, should we tell her about you and her husband
Bill?"
The man's words were like ice water running through Cindy's veins.
"Oh, yes Cindy, I know it is just an innocent lunch or two with your boss.
You ARE his legal assistant, after all. Spend all those LONG hours together.
It COULD have happened and how is Rachel to know it didn't, especially in your
present state."
"Uggghhhh!"
The man pinched Cindy's nipples a little harder while lightly kissing her
neck, " And with your pending divorce. . .well, I can just imagine what Rachel
will be imagining when I tell her about you and Bill."
No. This couldn't be happening. She could never hurt Rachel that way.
Never. She may have been Rachels' husbands assistant, but that is where it
ended. Rachel and her had been good friends for several years now, since they
met at one of the firm's parties, even before she had worked with Bill. No. No.
No. This couldn't be happening.
His captive began struggling anew, trying to wrench free of her bonds.
There was nothing more lovelier than the sight of a struggling, bound woman.
Except for maybe two bound and struggling women, he mused. And that was going
to become a reality soon enough.
"I think we have time to play a bit before Rachel arrives, now don't we,
Cindy?"
"Uh-uh!" she moaned into her ball gag, shaking her head.
"Now let's see. . .I need to get you prepared for the next few days," the
stranger smiled.
He reached down into his black leather pack and started to rummage around.
Cindy wondered what other horrible things could he pull from that bag. The
rubber ball gag forced into her between her lips was bad enough. Her jaws ached
and she continually drooled on herself and anywhere she was set. Her mind raced
at what things the rapist might have hidden in the bulk of that pack.
"Ah, here we go, Cindy. I think you will love these."
He held in his hands two rings, split rings like the ones you find on key
rings. Both of the rings had a single bell-like metal cup no more than an inch
in diameter.
"I have a pair of these lovely rings for you and for Rachel when she
arrives, Cindy. I think they will look lovely on you."
Cindy looked at them questioningly.
He placed each silver cup over each of her nipples, the cold metal like an
electric shock. He then let them go and they fell between her legs.
"Opps. I guess I will need to glue them in place, Cindy."
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Cindy wailed into her gag as she fought her bindings
with renewed vigor.
He reach down between her spread legs and retrieved the fallen rings,
gently caressing the swollen lips of her sex for a minute, lightly tracing her
pussy curves with the rings before setting them back up onto the couch back.
There was a slight rustle again and then he displayed a small plastic bottle of
glue before her.
"Super glue, Soon-To-Be Miss Cotrell. A wonder of science. Did you know
it was originally developed for surgery? This stuff is truly marvelous and
nearly permanent, as we shall soon see."
He opened the top and began to put several large drops into the cups
hollow. Cindy struggled and fought but it was easy to pin her back into the
back of the couch and place the silver cup and ring onto her nipple. Within a
few moments, he let it go and it stayed in place, teasing her nipple with it's
weight. It was just as easy for the intruder to do the same with Cindy's other
nipple. It did not cover the whole areola, only most of it.
"See that did not hurt now did it? No need for those tears, Cindy."
Cindy looked down at her own breasts and hated those things.
"No, Cindy, I think you will really like them. . ." and with that, he began
to play with the rings, pulling on them gently, twisting them slightly, sending
ripple after ripple of pleasure through her and seemingly directly into her
womb.
". . .and fear them also."
The man yanked on them hard, the pain stabbing through Cindy like two icy
daggers. She screamed through her gag.
He then let them both go.
The girl sobbed in pain, a sound that delighted the intruder.
"Now, let me see what else in this wonderful bag."
Cindy moaned and mewled into her gag, shaking her head wildly.
There was no fanfare this time. Cindy felt something wrap around her neck
and she felt sure that she was about to be strangled. But it didn't happen.
The stranger just took the wide leather collar and fastened it about her slender
neck, taking a heavy padlock and locking the collar shut.
"You look sooooo lovely in that black leather collar, Cindy. A perfect
little slave," the intruder smiled, "But wait. . ., there's more!"
The next item the stranger produced was a vibrator, one simular to the
one he had used on her in the wee hours of the morning, however, this one had a
nub-covered 'branch' that would push against her clitoris. This vibrator also
had a ring on the back end of it.
The intruder turned it on and began to caress Cindy's swollen sex with
it. Her pussy was nearly bare of hair, only a small patch of brown to announce
that she was not a true blonde. The tip of the device hummed around her outer
lips, making Cindy squirm more. It was starting to make her horny again,
despite knowing she was being 'raped'. Her pleas for him to stop were nothing
but little moans.
"You do like this, Cindy, don't you?" the man laughed.
"Uh-uhhhhhh!" his beautiful captive wailed.
"You're lying, dear Cindy, I hate liars," he said as he shoved the dildo
deep into her pussy, causing his captive to gasp."
"I really hate liars. . . "
The man then began to slowly twist Cindy's nipple rings, the pain ripping
through her, causing her to scream with agony.
"Now, Cindy, dear, darling, you ARE enjoying this, aren't you?"
Cindy sobbed in pain and nodded her head yes, yes.
He released her nipple rings, "See, I knew it. I knew it all along. You
are just a little slave slut now aren't you?"
Cindy nodded her head again, crying, drool coming out from around her
gag.
"Now we have to get you ready for your friend. Now let us see what else I
have in my bag of tricks, shall we.?"
Cindy's nipples ached with a dull pain as she heard him rummaging through
his pack. And even in her pain, the hum of the vibrator was working it's magic
within her. She could feel the waves of an orgasm building within her like a
tidal wave. Building and building, slowly, very slowly.
The intruder watched Cindy as she closed her eyes and began to rock upon
the vibrator, her hips moving to the carnal beat. The rings on her breasts
began to jingle. Her long golden curls were in such disarray around her as to
almost hide her face. Her moans were more passion than pain as she continued to
thrust her hips.
Cindy felt the stranger reach down and begin to flick and her nipple
rings, sending more of the ripples of pleasure into the building cascade. Cindy
couldn't believe her body was betraying her like this. This man was torturing
her and yet, perhaps as an escape from the reality of what was happening, she
was about to be swallowed in the throes of pure bliss. . .
And then it happened. A crushing tidal wave of joy, embracing her and
tossing her in it's powerful currents. Cleansing her of the pain. . .
Then Cindy slowly swam back to reality. The guilt and horror of what just
happened consumed her and she began to sob deeply.
"There, there, Cindy," the man said, caressing her hair out of her face,
"You need not be ashamed. You just showed me what a slut you really are. Now
then enough of that. I do need to get you ready."
Taking a length of twine, the stranger began to thread the end through
one of the nipple rings, and then the other, looping it back and tying it off.
Reaching up, he pulled Cindy forward.
"Stay" he commanded.
He then took the other end and threaded it through the ring in the
vibrator, drawing it taught before bringing it back up and tying it to Cindy's
collar.
"Now we are going to play a game Cindy and you are going to have to
listen carefully. Are you listening carefully, Cindy?"
Cindy nodded her head slightly.
"Good. Now the object of the game is to not pull this wonderful vibrator
out of yourself. You can do this by keeping leaned over like this. Easy.
Simple, is it not Cindy?"
Cindy nodded again.
"Now the bad part of this game is that IF you should pull this vibrator out
of yourself by straightening yourself up, I would HAVE to glue that vibrator
within you with that glue I used on your tits. Imagine the pain when I would,
after awhile, have to remove that vibrator from you. Eeeeeeee. Causes me to
shiver. You wouldn't want me to have to glue that vibrator inside you now,
would you?"
Cindy shook her head, crying.
"Good. Now enjoy yourself while I prepare for your friend."
He stepped back and looked at his handiwork. Her arms were still bound in
back of her, rope around her elbows and wrists, both cinched tight. Her bent
over form covered most of her wonderful features, but also hid her from being
seen from the front door. Rachel would see the couch but not it's occupant
until she was tightly trussed up and ready to be toyed with as he was toying
with Cindy right now. It gave him a warm feeling just knowing what that
vibrator was doing within her. . .
He smiled and set to work.
-oOo-
Rachel lived about an hour away, but to Cindy, it seemed like as if she
lived on another continent. She could here the intruder fussing about. The
clink of chains here, the rustle of something there. Every once in awhile he
would poke at Cindy's ribs, startling her and almost causing her to arc up and
pull the buzzing vibrator out of herself. As it was, it was hard to concentrate
on keeping herself bent over as she was. The humming caress of the vibrator
inside her and against her clitoris was almost to much as she fought off her
orgasms again and again. To orgasm would surly mean that she would accidentally
pull out that devilish dildo out of herself in the throes of passion. The
vibrations also traveled up the twine and to her nipples, causing more and more
little rips of pleasure. When an orgasm loomed close, all Cindy had to remember
is the man's threat and the horrid pain it would cause. However, it was getting
harder and harder to fight off the evil pleasure that would, inevitably, engulf
her.
"Ah, I see you friend driving up now in that red Beemer of hers. Now, you
be quiet, dear Cindy, or there will be alot of pain for you. . . understand?"
Cindy nodded her head, even though she couldn't see the man.
Then she heard the door swing open.
Rachel pulled up behind the white van that proudly proclaiming "Pete's
Plumbing: Never Sleep With A Drip Again". Rachel thought it was a little odd
that Cindy hadn't mentioned the plumber over the phone, but she sounded really
upset. Upset enough to not mention the plumber. As Rachel climbed out of her
car, she saw a tallish, dark haired man in gray overalls, making his way over to
the van.
"Howdy," he smiled as he opened the side of the van up.
"Hello," Rachel smiled back.
"A gummed-up disposal. Be out of your ladies' hair in a bit. Just
finishing up," The man said, grabbing an open tool box, "Just a few things to
tie up."
"Okay," Rachel said as the man followed her to the door.
The man really had to admire Rachel. Her long, dark auburn hair fell like
a waterfall down her back to her slender waist. Her hips flared nicely, her ass
was would be the envy of any centerfold, and her legs were long and lithe. Even
though she was wearing a sweatshirt and a tight pair of jeans, he could already
picture her luscious curves of her body underneath.
"Cindy," Rachel called out, as she went through the open door.
"I think she is upstairs, miss," the plumber said, shutting the door.
"Thanks," she replied starting up the stairs.
Then Rachel found herself falling on the stairs, her arms being forced in
back of her as the man fell on top of her. Hitting the stairs, she had the wind
knocked out of her as the man quickly handcuffed Rachel's hands behind her back.
"What the fuc . . . guhhhh!" Rachel started say as the man forced a wad of
cloth into her mouth and held it there.
The brunette began to struggle underneath the man as he reached over to
his spilled toolbox for the duct tape. Even though Rachel was in fantastic
shape, the man pinning her was much larger and stronger. With her arms and
hands useless behind her back, it was a one sided fight, bucking and throwing
herself around like a fish out of water. It made it difficult to tape her mouth
shut, but he managed to do it. Then, grabbing her kicking feet, he wrapped them
together with the roll of tape. Now she was his.
The intruder got off of Rachel and watched her struggle in her bindings.
She bucked and kicked and lashed around but her bindings held. Her gag all but
silenced Rachel to grunts and moans. The was one other thing to do. He reached
out and grabbed the leather blindfold and locked it in place over Rachel's
furious blue eyes.
"I told you, Rachel, I had a few more things to tie up, didn't I" the man
said.
"Uuhhhhhhhh!" Rachel said into her gag angrily.
"Now let's get you to a more comfortable part of the house. We really
can't do alot here on the stairs now can we?"
After re-donning his ski mask, the man picked up the still struggling
Rachel and dumped her unto the floor in front of Cindy, close enough so that
Cindy could raise her eyes to to see her friend, as helpless as she was.
"Cindy, you know Rachel. After I get done, you will really know Rachel
alot better. But first, I think we should make her alot more comfortable."
The first thing the man did was to sit on Rachel's ass and begin to tape
Rachel's fingers and hands together with the silvery tape, completely enclosing
them. Then, taking out that wicked bowie knife of his, he began to cut the
seams of Rachel's sweatshirt, being careful not to cut her, though that was made
difficult by the brunette's squirmings beneath him. Soon, however, he ripped
away the tatters of the shirt.
"A bit more comfortable I think, don't you think so, Rachel?" the man
asked, smiling behind his ski mask.
A series of mmmmphs and uuuuughh from Rachel's gagged lips answered his
question as he rolled the woman onto her back, exposing her large, dark-nippled
breasts to the man.
"I don't know if Bill ever told you this, Rachel, but you have wonderful
tits."
Rachel felt him begin to play with her nipples, rolling them and gently
pulling at them, beginning them to life. She couldn't believe this was
happening to her. Where was Cindy? Who was this plumber? Struggling was
useless against him.
Then she felt something cold and hard being pressed onto her nipple,
cupping it, adhering to it. Then the same was repeated to the other one.
Rachel then felt her nipple being gently pulled by whatever was glued onto them.
He twisted them a bit and flicked at them, making sure they were firmly
attached.
"Now, let's see about getting you outta those jeans, Rachel," he smiled.
"Uhhh-uhhh," Rachel grunted angrily into her gag, shaking her head.
"Now don't go anywhere, darling. I will be right back."
Rachel continued to struggle in her bonds. Her hands were useless,
encased in tape. All she could really do was flop around. No, better to save
her energy and wait for the perfect time to escape. Rachel just imagined what
was happening to Cindy right now. Most likely, she was tied similarly to how
Rachel was now.
She then felt something being set by her.
"Okay, up you go, Mrs. Newark."
Rachel felt herself being picked up and the leaned over what she took to
be a chair, the back of it cutting into her stomach. She then felt the man
flick at those things glued to her nipples and a slight tug forward. He
continued to pull until it started to cause some pain. To relieve the pain,
Rachel leaned even further until she was full bent over the kitchen chair. She
then felt her bound feet being attached the chair's bottom rungs.
"Now, I really don't want to cut you, Rachel, but if you squirm to much, my
knife might slip. So hold still. Understand."
The brunette did not move a muscle.
'SMACK'
The man slapped her ass hard, send a sharp pain through her. Rachel
jumped and pulled on her tits painfully. Painfully enough to start to cause
Rachel to start to cry.
"Answer me, Rachel. Do you understand?"
Rachel nodded her head, crying.
'Good. Now don't move."
Rachel felt the cool, steel blade slip under her waistband and begin to
cut through it. Slowly, carefully, the man denuded her. slicing first her
jeans away, and then her cotton panties. And then, he started to cut off the
tape around her ankles. But her respite from her bondage was brief, for he
replaced the tape with some leather cuffs of some kind, locked together with a
short chain. Then, to the relief of her pained nipples, he untied them from the
front of the chair.
"Now, Mrs. Newark, let's take a better look at you."
Rachel hesitated.
"Now don't be shy, dear Rachel. . ."
'SMACK'
A burning pain shot through Rachel as she swatted her ass again.
She slowly eased herself from the back of the chair, straighten up.
"That is a good girl, Rachel. Now turn around so both Cindy and I can take
a good look at you."
Rachel flushed with embarrassment as she slowly turned around, her leg
cuffs hampering any quick movement. Standing just under 5'7", Rachel was a very
attractive woman and could grace any men's magazine. Her skin was the color of
bronze, the very likeness of a Greek goddess. Her ample breasts seemed to jut
out, begging for attention and were now graced with the same nipple rings that
Cindy wore. Rachel's stomach was flat and she had a thick nest of dark curls.
Her legs were indeed long, a dancer's legs, the intruder thought to himself.
"Is she not a beautiful sight, Cindy?"
Cindy nodded. All the time the man was cutting off Rachel's clothes,
Cindy had been fighting off an orgasm. The feelings of pleasure threatened to
engulf her as she rocked her hips upon the phallus. Her looming orgasm seemed
to be building and building in strength like a tsunami threatening to crush her
at any moment. She began to moan desperately through her gag.
"Is my Cindy ready to get off?"
"Uhhhh-hhuhhhh," the blonde nodded her head.
"I give you my permission to have an orgasm, dear Cindy, right here in
front of your friend," he said, then whispered, "And I will not glue that
vibrator into you if happen to pull it out."
The stranger then reached down between Cindy's legs and thrust the dildo
deeper in side her.
That pushed Cindy over the brink and soon she was in the throes of passion,
pleasure washing over in wave after wave and she bucked upon the vibrator and
thus tugging upon her sore nipples. . . then she yanked the humming vibrator out
as the crest of the orgasm swallowed her.
Rachel could hear her friend's Cindy's moans and realized that Cindy was
gagged the same as she was. Cindy's moans were not those of pain, however, they
were of a passion that was building and building until they were screams.
Rachel could not believe this was happening. . .here she was tied bound and
naked and helpless, standing in front of her friend that was in the throes of an
orgasm.
Then her moans calmed down.
Cindy drifted back down from her orgasm. The vibrator, slick with her
arousal, still buzzed against her stomach.
Rachel could then hear the low sobs of her friend behind her gag.
"Now, now, there Cindy. You shouldn't cry. That was a wonderful orgasm.
And your friend here will be having hers in a bit, after I get you rearranged."
The intruder patted Cindy in her vulva, before dipping his finger into her
slit and caressing her pleasure swollen lips before leaning forward and
whispering into Cindy's ear, "Just enjoy."
The blonde felt his finger caress her swollen clit, his fingertip lightly
touching around her, sending new ripples of pleasure running through her body.
Cindy both craved and and dreaded the next orgasm. Then his fingers left her as
the intruder got up to pay attention to his new captive.
Rachel felt the man beside her, walking around her. She could almost feel
his eyes drinking in her curvaceous form, eyeing her with an almost vampire-like
lust. It seemed like an eternity, the all of her senses focused on her ears as
he circled around her, again and again. Slowly, very slowly, like a jaguar in
the depths of a jungle, hunting it's prey. All Rachel could do is stand there
and listen to his footsteps and hear his breathing and the quiet moans of her
friend.
And then he touched her.
His fingers stroked her auburn hair away from her face and over her
shoulder. The intruder then brushed a single fingertip just under Rachel's
nose. Immediately Rachels smelled a strong, musky scent. . .
"That is the smell of your captive friend, dear Rachel," he whispered into
Rachel's ear.
Despite her groans of displeasure, the intruder began the trace his
fingertips all over Rachels' bared skin. They glided over her shoulders, arms,
sides, and hips. They stroked her belly and cupped her breasts, through they
did not play with her silver rings glues to her nipples. His hand roamed down
closer and closer to the soft curls of her nest and Rachel was powerless to do
anything to stop them.
Then his fingers began to tickle through curls, very gently. Rachel
found herself leaning back into the stranger as he used his fingers as a comb
through her dark patch, slowly working his way lower until he came to the slit.
A single finger began to ease itself into her. Despite everything, Rachel
was beginning to get aroused by the man's attentions and she knew she was
already starting to get wet. His finger slowly caressed her moist slit, running
up and down, send little licks of fiery pleasure burning into her womb. She
began to rock her hips, trying to get the man's finger to go deeper into her.
Her ass ground against the man and she felt his hardness through his overalls.
Then his finger stopped and her let go of her.
Rachel wailed through her gag.
He returned his finger to her, lightly tracing her swollen lips. She
tried to move forward, to impale herself onto his digit, but he pulled back.
She took a step forward, as much as her ankle cuffs would allow and he eased his
finger into her, but only for a moment before withdrawing again.
He teased Rachel forward, guiding her through her lust toward the couch
that held his other captive. After what seemed like an eternity, Rachel now
stood directly in front of Cindy.
"Kneel," he told Rachel.
Rachel felt him press down on her shoulders, pushing her to kneel. It was
difficult, being bound as she was, but she did it. She sensed that Cindy was
right in front of her, though she couldn't tell how her friend was tied-up.
Cindy looked into the blindfolded and gagged face of her friend Rachel as
she knelt before her. She wished she could say that she was sorry and explain
why she had let Rachel into this trap. The man's threats and the knife were to
much for her. She then looked up at the stranger as he grabbed a length of fine
chain.
"Now you two are going to get to know each other much better now," he
grinned.
Cindy recognized the long canine choker as he displayed it before her. He
then wrapped it around her waist, then metal cold against her belly, and
threaded the one end through the large ring in the other end and drew it tight.
The man the took the loose end and tucked it in back of Cindy's ass. The
intruder then reached between the blondes' legs and pulled the loose chain
through. He then threaded the loose end into her slit and drew the chain the
chain circling her waist, making a crupper out of the arrangement. The links
rubbed against Cindy's clit, again send little waves of bliss through her.
The intruder began to rummage through his bag again, producing a wide,
leather collar with several chrome rings on it.
Rachel felt the collar being fastened around her neck and heard the click
of the padlock locking the collar in place. He then gently pushed Rachel
forward until she felt her breasts against the rough material of the couch.
Rachel could now smell Cindy's arousal. It seemed to fill the air as she heard
the rattle of a chain and the click of another padlock as it was fastened to
Rachel's collar.
Rachel was now chained to Cindy's crupper. If the brunette pulled back
her head, the chain would rub through Cindy's tender slit and over her clit.
Both women were finding this out as they adjusted to their new predicament.
Rachel then felt the intruder unlocking her ankle cuffs, at least the
chain that was binding them together. He pulled at her ankle, trying to force
her to open her legs while she was kneeling. She fought as much as she could,
but positioned as she was, the brunette couldn't stop the man from spreading her
legs out and attaching a pole between her ankles. This forced her legs open,
her sex displayed to the intruder's lascivious eyes.
Gently, the man began to caress Rachel's pussy. First, brushing at her
outer lips. Then, sliding up and down her slit and tickling at her now-swollen
button. Soon, she was rocking her hips and moaning loudly through her gag,
trying to impale herself upon his digits.
"That's it, Mrs. Newark, just enjoy. Don't fight it. This is going to be
a very looooong indenture if you continue to fight me."
Rachel shook her head.
"I know it is hard to accept, but your hungry little pussy is telling me
how much you want this. . ." he said, tickling her clit and send a flame of
pleasure burning through her.
Then his fingers left her.
Rachel heard some fumbling around in front of her as the intruder took
the vibrator off of the string tied to Cindy's nipple rings and began to rub it
against Rachel's now puffy lips. The hum of the phallus sent her passion
roaring. As he eased it within her, she rocked her hips back to receive it.
Like Cindy, Rachel's body was betraying her. Once the vibrator was fully inside
her, the intruder playfully slapped Rachel's ass.
"Time to get things ready upstairs, ladies. Don't go away. I am sure
you two have alot to talk about while I'm gone."
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