THE SUMMER PROJECT
By T.S. FESSELN
Part 2
Jeff looked upon his bound stepsister Stephanie through the viewfinder of
his video tape recorder as she feebly struggled naked on the bed. The clamps
that were fastened to each of her nipples to the comforter held her beautifully
in place as he set up the camera to film her. In the weeks to come, Jeff wanted
to document everything he could.
She was a beautiful sight, lying there bound, wrists cuffed behind her back,
ankles bound tightly together, blindfolded, gagged, and a rope taut through her
pussy lips. Her struggles had become less and less violent as she realized she
could not get away.
Stephanie's nipples had grown sore and numb as she lay on the bed and the metal
cuffs around her wrists were biting into her back. Jeff must be tied-up or
dead, she thought, crying. He would have came to her rescue if he could have.
The police would have been here by now if he had been able to call. Now, she
was going to be another victim like so many others she heard about on TV.
She could hear the intruder going about the room. Stephanie figured she was in
her parents' bed and the stranger was looking for valuables. He must be a
burglar, she thought; a thought that brought her a little comfort. Burglars
don't usually kill people.
The rope between her legs itched. Stephanie moved her hips a bit and the rope
rubbed against her clit, sending a pulse of pleasure through her. Slowly, she
rocked her hips; the pleasure she experienced eclipsed the pains she was
enduring. Stephanie tried to keep her movements as slight as possible so the
burglar would not 'see' what she was doing. However, she could feel an orgasm
slowly building within her with each rock of her hips.
However, Jeff did see. He could see his stepsister trying to get off on the
crotchrope. Jeff could also see that she was trying not to move too much so as
to draw attention to herself and what she was doing.
He smiled.
The camera was on and now, he would leave her so she could finish herself up.
Jeff made a lot of noise then left the bedroom, shutting the door with some
force, only to open it again so he could watch his stepsister from the doorway.
Stephanie heard the bedroom door shut and she began to struggle again in
earnest for a different kind of escape. She found that pulling upon her wrists
helped tighten the rope between her legs and thus give her more pleasure. She
bucked her hips and she could her herself moan a bit through the gag. Stephanie
always knew she was a bit noisy when it came to sex, so she was almost glad she
was gagged so the intruder wouldn't hear her.
Stephanie bucked hips more and more. The clamps on her nipples began to tug
with an almost pain that Steph was finding out was erotic. A fiery orgasm was
building within her, threatening to engulf her as she squirmed in her bonds.
The flames of orgasm were building and building. . .
Then the fire engulfed her in pleasure. Stephanie threw herself at her bonds,
riding the flames of one of the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. She
writhed and bucked and moaned into her gag until the flames started to die.
Slowly the waves of passion ebbed and Stephanie felt guilty and embarrassed
over what had just happened. Was she that much of a slut? Here she was,
tied-up and possibly going to be killed, and she was getting off.
The stranger's touch was like an electric shock and Stephanie bolted away from
him in her bonds, the clamps viscously biting into her nipples and causing her
to scream with pain. His fingers caressed the flat of her belly, tracing around
her ropes.
Oh my God, Steph thought to herself, he must have seen her. He must have
come in while she was in orgasm. The thought flooded through her and caused her
to turn crimson from head to foot.
Stephanie began struggling again, but she was worn out from her earlier
efforts. The burglars' fingers continued to trace over her skin, feeling every
part of her. It was not a rough touch, like Stephanie would have imagined;
rather it was gentle and somewhat arousing.
The bound blonde felt her legs being lifted up despite her squirming, and more
rope being tied around them just above her knees. It felt to her like she was
being encased in rope like a mummy. Then she felt the ropes loosen around her
ankles. Her relief was brief, for the stranger fastened some sort of leather
cuff around each of them and tied each one off, drawing them taut. Then he
undid the rope around her knees.
Stephanie bucked and kicked as she felt her legs being drawn apart. Jeff
pulled on both ropes looped over some of the wrought iron decorations adorning
his parent's bed. Not only was he drawing his stepsister's legs apart but also
pulling them upward a bit, giving Jeff a wonderful view of Stephanie's pussy.
Jeff continued pulling until her legs were taut and spread as wide as they could
be. He could also see Steph's finger's fluttering underneath her upraised
buttocks.
The blonde was in tears from the pain of her nipples being pulled as she was
dragged down the bed by the ropes on her ankles. However, the pain was flared a
bit before going away when the stranger unclipped the clamps. He gently rubbed
them, kneading the areolas gently, sending more embers pleasure into her womb.
There was another orgasm lurking within her, fiery coals wanting to burst again
into flame, but she knew she couldn't do that in front of the stranger. What
would he think? What would he do to her if he found out she was actually
enjoying certain aspects of her being bound like this?
Stephanie felt the stranger loosen the crotchrope by untying the knot binding
the rope to her handcuffs and pulling the rope from between her puffed lips.
The man shifted the ropes around her waist a bit without taking them off of her.
She could hear the man rustling around the room a bit, opening drawers and such
and she wondered what was next. The way she was tied, the stranger could very
easily rape her, so why didn't he?
It was a bit of a shock to feel something cool and smooth being pushed into
her. . .a vibrator, she thought. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind
when the dildo began it's low humming within her, send through her another
cascade of pleasure. She squirmed a bit more, trying to expel the buzzing
intruder, but the stranger held it inside of her and stroked her with it before
pressing it deeply inside of her.
Jeff made sure that the vibrator was all the way in before retying the
crotchrope. Passing the rope over the vibrator, he made sure that his
stepsister couldn't get rid of it. He pulled the rope through her lips as
tightly as he could before knotting it. The last thing Jeff did was make sure
the setting was on 'low' so that it would only tease his sister, keeping her at
a slow boil. He then place the control knob just out of reach of his sister's
fingers.
The vibrator was starting it's magic within Stephanie. It was a low hum and it
slowly began to fan the embers of passion within her. It was agonizing, being
bound like this, tortured and humiliated by this buzzing thing. Stephanie knew
she was being watched this time, her moans heard and the slight movements of her
hips seen. She couldn't stop her body anymore than she could escape her
bindings. She could feel the coals of her orgasm glowing hotter, but she could
do little to add to the fire without calling attention to what she was doing.
She writhed in her bonds, trying to make the rope rub her again while making it
look like she was trying to escape. Her moans were real, but they were ones
born of frustration. Stephanie knew that another orgasm was just beginning to
burn within her yet with the vibrator on low, she couldn't get herself off.
Jeff began to message his sister's breasts again, slowly kneading them as he
sat beside her wriggling form. This elicited new set of moans. His fingers
played with her hardened nipples, pinching them lightly and pulling upon them;
sending flares of pleasure shooting through Stephanie. . .then the doorbell
rang.
To be continued. .
