THE SUMMER PROJECT
By T.S. FESSELN
Part 3
The sound of the doorbell caused both Stephanie and Jeff to freeze for a
moment. It had to be Kim, Stephanie thought, she was to drop by so they could
go to tonight's party together. Kim was always embarrassed by her white and
rusted-out Aries K-car, an unreliable car at best.
Stephanie renewed her struggles to get free of her bonds, praying there would
be some give to any one of them. She wanted to warn Kim as well as getting help
for herself. Even as she squirmed, she felt the stranger above her pause and
then leave the bed, making his way out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
Jeff glanced outside the bedroom window to see who it might be. He recognized
Steph's friend Kim's car with its rust rings around the fenders and fingers of
rust creeping up the doors. A piece of plastic film was taped up to replace the
rear passenger window as well. Jeff was surprised that the engine and drive
train hadn't fallen out of the car yet.
I fleeting thought about kidnapping Kim crossed his mind. After all, she was
an attractively built Hispanic girl with really long hair and breasts that just
begged to be kneaded. However, it was too dangerous. He had to keep his mind
on his soon-to-be slave stepsister.
The doorbell rang again.
Jeff raced downstairs and to the kitchen. Unlocking the sliding glass patio
doors, he slipped outside and went around the garage towards the front of the
house.
"Hey Kim," Jeff said as he rounded the corner, seeing her standing on the
porch, looking very much the part of a slut.
"Hey Jeff, where's Stephie?" Kim asked.
"Didn't she call you?"
Kim shook her head, "I don't know. I haven't been home. Dads blitzed again
and he is tearing up the place, so I didn't even go there. I could her Mom
screaming and yelling at him, too. No way was I going in there. A fucking war
zone, ya know."
"Oh," Jeff said, "Well, she took off with my parents on a little vacation to
the islands for a couple weeks or so. Dad got use of the timeshare down there
and it was a last second type thing. I thought Steph would have called you to
tell you or gotten in touch somehow."
"No, she didn't," Kim said, looking crestfallen, "We were going to go out
tonight. Sorta hard now, Huh?"
"I'm sorry Kim. I didn't know."
"Well, I guess I go it alone, huh? Well, if she calls, tell her hi."
Jeff smiled, "I sure will."
Without another word, Kim made her way down the sidewalk to her car. She
wasn't tall at all, about 5 foot or so, but she had the curves on her. Large
breasts, round butt and a narrow waist. Kim always dressed like a slut, with a
bare midriff, tight black pullover with no bra, tight crop jeans and gold chains
around her ankles and belly. She also used too much lipstick and mascara.
However, Jeff could picture her bound and gagged along with his stepsister.
"Enough of that," he whispered to himself, "back to business."
Jeff went back around and came in by the kitchen door. He was careful to lock
it again. His cock just ached thinking of what Steph was doing right now and
how the vibrator he had imbedded into here was probably driving her wild.
It was indeed driving Stephanie wild. With it on low, she could feel it hum
within her and stirring up all sort of pleasure. However, the buzzing wasn't
enough. It was fanning the fires but not feeding them. Her struggles to get
away while the stranger was not in the bedroom had failed to even get an inch of
slack from her bindings. The handcuffs imprisoning her wrists seemed to bite
down even more.
She felt the stranger sit down on the bed beside her. The bound up blonde
tensed, waiting for his touch; waiting for him to caress her or pinch her or
slap her. However, it never came. The stranger just sat there silently; not
moving.
The only noise that could be heard was the low hum of the vibrator and
Stephanie's whimpers behind her gag. Jeff just sat there and watched her. He
knew it was making her nuts and that is what he wanted, to keep her off balance
for at least the first few days. It would make it easier to turn her into his
personal sex slave that would be willing to do anything he wanted of her.
Jeff got up and went over to the armoire. He had only sneaked peaks at his
father and stepmother's collection of toys. There were hung in neat rows a
large collection of leather straps and cuffs along with padlocks and keys to
lock them into place. There was a selection of various gags, including a ring
gag that Jeff would definitely have to try on his stepsister. There were also a
variety of crops and floggers, something that Jeff would need once the blindfold
came off. There were two single sleeve armbinders as well as various harnesses
and a few discipline helmets. In short, Jeff had everything he needed to keep
his captive under wraps for weeks to come.
A low moan from his stepsister turned his attention back to his prisoner.
Again, her hips were slightly rocking as to make sure that she didn't draw undo
attention to her arousal. She was squirming around, trying to look as if she
was still struggling.
Jeff smiled a wicked smile as he pushed the controls closer to her questing
fingers. Stephanie's fingers touched the cord, then straining; she grabbed the
cord into her hands and pulled on it until she had the controls in her hands.
Stephanie realized what she held in her hand. Her fingers traced the slide
controls of her buzzing intruder. She slowly moved the button up and felt the
dildo respond with an increased fervor. The new level of humming sent larger
ripples of bliss flaring through her.
'Oh God! What if he was watching!' Stephanie suddenly thought and dropped the
controls. She felt him leave the bed but did not hear the stranger leave the
room.
Then she felt the vibrator become a raging demon. Jeff had taken the controls
and shoved them to their maximum. Stephanie was filled with pure bliss and the
flames of ecstasy raged through her very being. Her moans through the gag were
loud and passionate as her whole body writhed under the new assault.
Then the vibrator stopped.
Before she knew what she was doing, Stephanie let out a whine of frustration.
She must be a slut, finding comfort in a simple orgasm but even that was now
denied her. Stephanie's tears were those of humiliation. The stranger KNEW
what she was doing and he was toying with her.
Jeff could not stand it any more. The sounds of her moans and the sight of her
helpless, naked form spread before him on the bed was just too much. He thought
he was going to cum right then and there. He pulled off his T-shirt and peeled
out of his jeans and underwear.
Stephanie felt the stranger crawl into bed between her legs. She knew what was
going to happen next but there wasn't anything she could do about it. She felt
him lean over her. Soon, she knew she would feel the rope through her pussy
would be pulled away. . .
The intruder kissed her forehead. It was the light, tender kiss like that
of a lover. Then he kissed her cheek, tasting the sweet saltiness of her tears.
Stephanie threw her head back and forth, but it did not matter. The stranger
cupped her head in both of his hand and kissed her on her gagged lips.
His next kiss was between her collarbones just below her throat. Jeff could
smell the perfume she put on this morning. He was pretty sure it was 'Poison'
and on his stepsister, it smelled like the Garden of Eden. His kisses trailed
down between her breasts slowly.
The vibrator then raged on inside Stephanie as Jeff turned it back on high.
She involuntarily arched herself to him and let out a loud moan through her gag
as another rush of pleasure scoured through her.
It was then that Jeff leaned down and kissed her left nipple, taking it into
his mouth and teasing it with his teeth. He first licked around the stiffened
nub and the bite it hard enough to get a squeal out of his helpless sister. He
first would do it to her left nipple, and then her right one. Back and forth
between the two while the vibrator hummed on. Each near painful bite would send
another ripple of joy through her despite herself.
Then his kisses went back between her breasts.
Then Jeff kissed Steph's sternum area; slowly working his way down over her
belly; pausing only to ream her navel with his tongue. The blonde squirmed and
laughed into her gag; her belly button being very ticklish. A wicked grin came
over Jeff's face and he continued to lap at Stephanie's navel.
Stephanie screamed into her gag and threw herself at her bondage, trying to get
away from the intruders wicked tongue. The vibrator continued to work it's evil
magic within you and she felt another orgasm building higher and higher within
her. A whirlpool of white-hot passion rose to finally engulf her and drown her
in bliss. The orgasm was more powerful than anything she had ever felt before
and she was limp as a rag doll when it was over.
Jeff removed the rope through his sister's sex as well as the vibrator from her
and she was too drained to protest save for a few mewls through her gag. He had
no doubt that Steph was already very wet and he eased himself into her and felt
her warmth surround him.
Steph felt the stranger enter her and most of her didn't care anymore. She
had already cum twice in front of this man so there was nothing more that this
man could do to her to degrade her any more. The fact that he felt good pumping
slowly in and out of her only proved that she was indeed a slut.
Jeff was surprised to feel his stepsister thrust her hips up to meet his as he
slowly thrust himself into her again and again. Her moans were no longer moans
of displeasure, at least to his ears. Her gagged mewls and moans sounded full
of pleasure.
Slowly, he gained speed and felt her intimate muscles milking him. Oh God,
this felt sooooo good and Jeff good see his sister was enjoying it too. The
combination of all those built-up minutes of watching his sister struggle and
cum, the noises that she made as she moved beneath him and the pure bliss he
felt fucking her had finally added up to Jeff feeling his cum boiling up his
shaft and in a burst of ecstasy, he came inside her.
The stranger cum felt hot and molten inside Stephanie and she moaned loudly and
cried. She felt the tears run down the sides of the blindfold. He had cum in
her and she had enjoyed it. How could she live with herself?
Jeff lay beside her for a bit, just enjoying the after burn of what had just
happened. He enjoyed everything about her at this moment; the way she smelled,
the small whines she made in her gag, the looks of her stretched and bound body,
the feel of her warm skin against his. He would not trade this moment for
anything right now.
Stephanie felt the stranger's fingers lazily tracing over her breasts and
stomach. It felt just like a lover's touch after making love. It had
tenderness. It was something that Stephanie had not expected. She fully
expected a wham, bam, thank you ma'am and the stranger would be gone and she
would have to live with what she had done. She did not expect he would stay.
After awhile, Jeff got up and went to his parent's bathroom to relieve himself.
The one thing he did not like about himself was the need to go pee just after
sex. He suspected Stephanie would probably need to go as well.
After pulling on his jeans, he looked through his parent's collection of toys.
There was a nice, white leather armbinder that Jeff thought would work
wonderfully to keep Steph from escaping for awhile. He also pulled out a white
leather collar and a pair of white cuffs for her ankles. He also selected a
chrome spreader bar.
Stephanie felt one of the cuffs around her ankle being loosened, only to be
replaced by another one and tied back into place, spread wide. The stranger did
the same for her other ankle. She then felt something fastened between them
before undoing the knots that held her legs to the bed post.
Stephanie felt herself being set up and bent forward. She had ceased to feel
her fingers and hands so when the cuffs were unlocked, she could not even move
them very well to try to escape. She felt some tape being wound around both
wrists, binding them together. Stephanie struggled little. She was just too
tired and numb.
Jeff then pulled the leather armbinder around both of his stepsister's arms to
encase them. He was really amazed she didn't struggle more with this. He fully
expected Steph to be a tiger. But Jeff laced up the binder without any problem,
finally buckling the straps tightly around her shoulders. Lastly, he placed the
collar around her neck and buckled it into place.
The stranger was trying to ease Stephanie from the bed and she really didn't
want to go. She just lay there under his proddings and pushings. After a bit
of this, the stranger stopped.
Jeff had not considered this. He had to think of some way to herd her.
To be continued. . .
