Bonding

It started, as these things often do, with a knock on the door. Karen was walking down the stairs when she heard it, the heels of her boots sinking into the thick pile carpet. The older woman was wearing a short black dress with short sleeves, as well as silk stockings over her legs – those legs also nestled into a pair of over the knee boots with a cream front panel and a black back panel and heel.

She stopped to look at herself in the mirror, her blonde hair hanging to the base of her neck, and then walked to the front door. As she opened it, she said “Yes, how can I…”

“Not a word, bitch – walk back, and keep those hands where we can see them.”

Karen raised her hands in the air and walked slowly backwards as the three people came in – two men and one woman, all wearing black jumpers and pants, the woman wearing short boots and the men black shoes. But all three also had black gloves on, and black balaclavas covering their heads, so that only their eyes and mouths were visible.

There was also the small matter of the gun in the hand of one of the men, a sinister smile on his face as he said “right then – slowly. Walk into the front room, and make sure the curtains are drawn. Don’t want anyone to see what’s going on, okay?”

“Just don’t hurt me,” Karen said quietly as she waked in, not knowing what she could do as the trio followed her. She pulled the curtain across the window, and then turned to look at the intruders.

“You’re going to do exactly what we say, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered quietly as she saw the second man put a large canvas bag on a set, and then open it before he drew out a length of rope.

“Good – hands behind your back.”

“Take what you want, I’m not going to stop you,” Karen said as the masked man walked behind her, the masked woman laughing as she said “you don’t have a choice in the matter” before she left the room. The man walked behind her as Karen took a deep breath, expecting to feel the rope rubbing on her bare wrists – except it was the rubbing round her elbows she felt as they were drawn together and secured.

It had the most peculiar effect on Karen as her shoulders were pulled back, her chest forced out and up as she flexed her fingers. Biting her lower lip, she felt the rope going between her arms as it was tied off, and then another length was used to secure her wrists together.

“Phone’s disconnected.”

“Go upstairs -see what the bitch has we can take,” the man said as his partner walked back, and retrieved a longer length of rope from the bag – a much longer length, Karen’s eyes opening wider as he doubled the rope over in his hands as he walked back, and then saw it as he passe di round her body from behind, and then pulled it tight under her chest.

“What’s the matter - not liking what he is doing,” the man said as Karen grunted.

“Not – not particularly,” she whispered as the rope was taken round her again and again, two bands forming that framed and pressed on her chest as they were made tighter and tighter. The pressure was making her feel so strange, as the ropes were pulled together and then tied off.

“I need to test the binding.”

“The man nodded as he looked at Karen – and then she gasped as a leather gloved hand was clamped firmly over her mouth, and the other hand began to press on her chest. Karen struggled as she said “Whttdhuhfhhnkuhhrdhhnn,” but as she struggled she felt his hand over her breasts, and felt something else start to happen.

“No, I’m not satisfied.”

As the hand was taken away, Karen said “why did you do that?”

“Because we can, bitch,” the man said as he went to the bag Andrew another longer length of rope out, doubling it over as he stood in front of Karen. “you’re going to love this.”

“Love what – please, just take my things and go…”

“Oh no – you deserve much more,” the man said as he passed the rope under the bands that framed Karen’s chest, then fed the ends through the centre loop and pulled sharply down, the older woman gasping as the ropes now encircled the base of her breasts.

Breasts which were now much more prominent, the fabric of her dress stretched so tightly over them that she could almost see the shape of her nipples under the fabric – and then she felt the hands under her skirt.

“Hey – what do you…” She looked down and saw her panties down at her ankles, then saw the hand pull the rope back and up as it sank between her the lips of her clit – and she realised how damp she was there as the rope was secured behind her.

“Oh my god…”

“Hush,” the man in front said as she was hand gagged again, and then the massage began once more - only this time as she twisted round, the rope moved between hr legs as well, and she felt her body responding to the – stimulation.

“Phllssdhnhhttt,” she said as she kicked off her panties, only to see the lead intruder pick them up and sniff them.

“Outstanding – do it.”

“Do what,” Karen gasped – and then she opened her mouth to scream as her nipples were pinched. A scream that was muffled as her own panties were stuffed into her mouth, before the gloved hand went back over. Karen could taste herself now, and was struggling not to retch as the leader went to the bag, and drew out a roll of duct tape. A roll he tore the end free from the roll, and then pressed to her cheek before the tape was wrapped tightly round her head to further muffle her calls.

“Better,” the man said quietly, as the assault on her breasts continued, Karen groaning ow as she twisted to try and get free of the grip – and the fire that was starting to burn inside her.

“Kneel her in front of the couch,” the man said as Karen’s binder made her walk to a yellow leather couch and kneel on the floor – which was when she heard the front door open and close, and a young female voice say “hey Mum – who have you go tin now.”

“Hnhnhh – shnhhhrnnhmmmm…” Karen’s warning was muffled further as her face was pressed down into the leather as the lead intruder walked to stand by the door.

“Mum?”

The woman who walked in was in her early twenties, with long brown hair that fell over the shoulders of her grey woollen dress. A large, brimmed cream hat sat on her head, and her legs were in a pair of over the knee cream leather boots.

“I was just – Mum?”

She saw the man kneeling behind her mother, her legs spread apart, and then felt the gloved hand over her own mouth as another man said “Well now – little kid came home? Are you going to give us any trouble?”

“Nhhwhtsghnhhnn?”

“Just a little fun, you gonna scream if I take my hand away? Because if you do, my friend hurts Mummy over there.”

She shook her head as the hand was taken away, the man whispering into her ear “!What’s your name girly?”

“Shona – please, what are you doing?”

“Having fun,” the man whispered, “drop that ridiculous hat and your purse on the floor, and then get on your knees.”

Shona nodded as she removed her hat and let her purse fall to the floor, and then knelt down, trembling as the man took more ropes from the bag and knelt behind her. She could see her mother, hear her grunting as the man moved behind her, and wondered what he was doing.

Karen knew exactly what he was doing – the rope between her legs was soaking her juices in as he rubbed against her, and she could fell the bulge in his pants as he raised her skirt up and squeezed her breasts. She groaned as her animal instincts started to take control…

“Mum?”

Shona fell her own hands being taken behind her back, felt the rope on her wrists as they were bound tightly together, and then the longer rope as it was passed round her body.

“HNNHHPHLSLSNNHHHHDHNNHHTTTT”

Shona looked over to see the pants of the man in front of his mother down at his knees as his hips thrust forward, and she whispered “oh god…”

“Hush, or I hush you now as well,” the man whispered as Karen’s whole body started to shake, and Shona felt her own arms been forced against her sides, the wool of her dress stretched over her own chest as two bands were formed. The younger woman was truly afraid now, as she felt the gloved hands on her chest as the ropes were taken over her shoulder, then under the lower band between her breasts and back up again. The way it felt as they stroked over her chest…

“Why are you doing this…”

The man pulled the ropes tighter and secured them before he said “because we can, girly – now, sit down on the floor.”

Shona slowly sat herself down, watching as the other man crossed and bound her mother’s ankles tightly together, and then secured her legs below her knees in the same way, before he made her lie face down on the couch, and hogtied her.

Karen was shaking from what had just happened, but as she rolled not her sides as she saw the leader of the group bend her daughter’s ankle and tie it to her thigh with ropes, the tears now flowing freely down her face. She saw the way Shona had bene bound, saw the way he had bound her legs and now was spreading them apart, and turned over, not wanting to see what was going to happen next.

Shona looked at the ropes round her legs, and then at the man as he said “I want you to open your mouth.”

“Go to hell,” she growled as she clamped her mouth shut, and then closed her eyes as the masked man grabbed her chest, groping and squeezing as his fingers sunk into her dress. Shona tried to twist out of the way, but the ropes held her too tightly, and the way her legs were bound she was unable to move at all.

“Don’t do this – please, my mother…”

“OH she is happy,” the man whispered as he put one hand between her legs, and stroked up her panties, Shona shivering at the touch. His intentions were now clear, and there was nothing she could do to stop him, except not allow him to gag her.

She clamped her mouth shut again – and then felt his gloved fingers as he pinched her nose closed. She also felt him literally rip her panties off, as she tried not to open her mouth – and then had to, her panties pushed into her mouth as he did so, and then the silver tape wound tightly round her head.

“Phlssshdhhnnhhttt…”

“Hush,” the man said as he ran his finger up her damp clit, and then inserted it into her, Shona closing her eyes and groaning as he did so.

“What the hell…”

Both men turned and looked at the new arrival, who was staring at both of them before the masked woman said “this one’s mine. Raise your hands in the air, and turn slowly.”

Shona groaned as the new arrival slowly turned, the leader handing the masked woman a bag as they both walked up the stairs – and then she saw the other man’s masked face as he leered at her…

“Who the hell are you?”

“Someone who is intrigued,” the masked woman said as she escorted the new arrival into a master bedroom on the next floor, “I take it you are Charlie?”

“Answer my question- you have my mother and sister bound and gagged, and god knows what else…”

“Well, let’s find out – I like your outfit by the way. Very daring.”

Charlie stood six foot tall, with long black hair, and was wearing a sheer dress with a leopard print over a black leotard, the hem of the skirt coming halfway down her legs. Fishnet stockings, and over the knee black leather Louboutin boots with a four inch stiletto heel completed her outfit, her lips full and red.

“I’m not going to take fashion lessons from someone dressed like a common workman – OW!”

“A little less cheek – if that was possible in that outfit,” the masked woman said as Charlie looked at her, and then she was pushed onto the bed as her arms were taken behind her back.

“Is this a robbery, or what?”

“What,” she growled as the ropes bit into Charlie’s thin wrists, holding them together as the intruder wound the rope around and between her arms. Charlie felt she could do nothing, as her ankles were crossed, and then the squeaking as ropes was used to bind them tightly together. She looked back at the woman, her gloved hands stroking her legs as the rope went around and between her legs – and then the process repeated around her legs below her knees.

“Look” Charlie said as she saw the items on the floor, “its’s obvious you’ve already found my valuables, so just leave and we won’t say anything about what has happened…”

“I find that hard to believe,” the intruder whispered into Charlie’s ear before she made her kneel on the bed, and wrapped the longer length of rope round her body, framing her chest and forcing her arms to her sides as had been the case with her mother and sister. She groaned at the pressure, and then whispered “you can; o that to me…”

“Who said I was going to?”

Charlie then felt the masked woman’s hands under the skirt of her dress as she opened up the lower half of her leotard, and then pulled her panties down before cutting them free – and then holding them in front of her mouth.

“You’re kidding mhhmhmhhh…”

“Nope,” she whispered as she stuffed Charlie’s panties into her mouth, and then wrapped the silver tape tightly round her mouth. She was effectively muffled, unable to call for help now as she wriggled in the tight ropes. But what was this masked woman going to do next…

As she wriggled round, the woman took another length of rope from the bag, and went in front of her, passing the rope under the bands between her breasts and then pulling it tightly back down so that the bands tightened around her chest.

“What… What are you doing to me…”

“Guess,” the woman said as she went behind Charlie, and then put her hand between hr legs, pulling the rope back as the skirt of her dress was hiked up, and then separating the lengths so that they sat either side of her ball sac before she pulled the ropes up, Charlie groaning as she felt the ropes rubbing around her organ – and then feeling the response on herself as she wriggled round.

“uhhknhhh?”

“Of course I did,” she said quietly as she pushed Charlie onto her side, and then pulled her ankles back, her fingers feeling the heels of her boots as she was hogtied. The woman then moved him to the side of the bed, and knelt down, her gloved fingers stroking her member as she looked at her.

“Such a waste – allow me to show you what you are missing,” she said quietly as she stroked her hand up and down it, and then kissed the top, Charlie groaning as she worked her way up and down, and then put her lips over it, running her tongue over the tip as Charlie groaned.

“Truly a loss to us,” she said quietly as she looked up, Charlie closing her eyes as she felt the suck of the intruder’s mouth, the fell of her tongue running over his growing member, the throbbing, the pleasure.

“Hyyhssss,” she moaned as the attentions continued, and she wriggled round, the ropes rubbing in just the right places as she swelled and grew in the intruder’s mouth.

The soft squeak of leather, her muffled groans, the feel of the attentions as the masked woman sucked and played with her…

“Mhhhmm….”

Karen rolled over and looked at her daughter, her legs bound and spread apart as the two men finished their search of the cabinets.

“Hmmghdd…”

“Well, I think they’ll remember this,” the leader said as their female partner came in. “And the other kid?”

“Dealt with – let’s get out of here.”

Both women could hear the muffled sobbing now as the intruders left them alone…

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