Cougars
Caught
“So, what is a
nice girl like you doing in a place like this?”
“That line is
as old as I am,” Fiona said with a laugh as she looked across the bar. The sixty year old had short blonde hair,
flecked with grey, and was wearing a blue and black dress that hugged her ample
body. The dress had a scooped neckline, and sleeves
that came below her elbows, the skirt coming half way down her thighs and
covering the tops of her black stockings.
A pair of knee length black cloth boots with a stiletto heel, and a set
of black beads in a double row round her neck, completed her outfit.
“Oh, so you’re
in your twenties?” The young man was
casually dressed, the open necked shirt, neatly pressed pants, and suede shoes showing
him to his advantage.
“Flatterer.”
“Look, can I
buy you a drink?”
“Nice idea –
but I’m here with a friend,” Fiona said as a second woman joined her. She was slightly smaller, with grey streaks
in her hair, and was wearing a gull winged dress. The top half was a black and white leopard
print, clasped at her chest, and the skirt black. A pair of black leather boots with a lace cut
pattern at the top covered her lower legs, the white tights visible between her
boots and her skirt.
“Hey – and
who’s the handsome hunk,” she said with a smile.
“I was about to
ask the same thing?”
“Gerald – and
may I know your names?”
“I’m Fiona,
this is Bridget – so what brings you into town?”
“Oh, a holiday
– you locals?”
“Lived here all
our lives,” Bridget said with a smile, “we were just having a drink
together.” As she spoke, she looked
Gerald up and down – strong, handsome.
“So no
husbands?”
“Divorced and
widowed,” Fiona said, “but if that offer of a drink is still possible?”
Gerald smiled
as he came alongside them, and signalled to the barman. Fiona looked at Bridget and nodded – they had
their mark…
“Well,” Gerald
said as they stepped out of the lift, “I don’t know whether to be flattered or
scared.”
“Flattered – do
we look like we should scare you,” Fiona laughed as Bridget clutched her
handbag.
“No – but you
do intrigue me,” Gerald said with a smile as he unlocked his room door.
“An executive
suite?”
“Well, I do
earn a nice living,” Gerald said as he opened the door.
“Oh – doing
what?”
He just smiled
as he said “after you.” Fiona and
Bridget nodded as they walked in, Gerald closing the door behind them – and
then they both raised their hands in the air.
“Two for one
Gerald?”
“Well, it means
we both have fun, Cecil,” the blonde haired Gerald said as he took the handbags
from Fiona and Bridget. The man holding
the gun in front of them was smaller, with dark hair, but he was as casually
dressed.
“I… I don’t
understand,” Fiona said, “what is going on?”
“Hey – look at
this.” Cecil looked over as Gerald drew
out of Bridget’s handbag a handgun, and a roll of tape.
“Oh this is
rich – they were going to rob you?”
Bridget and
Fiona looked at each other as Gerald threw their bags onto the floor, and then
pulled Bridget’s hands behind her back.
There was a rasping sound, and then Fiona felt her own wrists being
pulled together, the thin plastic strip tightening suddenly as they were forced
together.
“Fi, what the
hell is going on here?”
“Two cougars
hunting?”
“Looks like
it,” Gerald said as he walked to the side and poured some whisky into a
glass. Turning round, he swirled the
amber liquid round and said “well, sorry ladies – tonight, you are the cougars
that got caught, and we are the hunters.”
“We could
scream for help you know,” Bridget said as she looked at them.
“And then you would
have to explain why you had a Magnum in your handbag, Bridget,” Gerald said as
he walked over and patted her cheek – and then slapped her hard as he said “so,
shut the fuck up, and do exactly what we tell you, got it?”
“HEY!”
“And you can do
the same, bitch,” Gerald said as he looked at Fiona, while Cecil opened a drawer
and pulled out two items – red rubber balls, with leather straps attached to
each side.
“So, we are
going to have some fun,” he said quietly as he threw one at Gerald, the blonde
catching it as he said to Fiona “you first – open your mouth.”
“Go to hell,”
she growled before she clamped her mouth shut, Gerald smiling as he said “yeah,
that happens a lot as well.” The click
made Fiona look to the side as Cecil held the gun to Bridget’s head, as Gerald
said “your choice. Five… Four…”
Fiona slowly
opened her mouth – then opened it wide as Gerald grabbed her breast and
squeezed hard, before he pushed the red ball into her mouth and pulled the
straps round her head. She could feel
them pushing her cheeks in as he fastened the hasp at the back of her neck.
“Better –
bitches need to know their place,” Cecil whispered into Bridget’s ear as Gerald
took the second ball gag from his free hand, the woman looking at him as he said
“you going to give us any trouble?”
“Want me to?”
“No,” Gerald
whispered as she opened her mouth, feeling the red ball on her teeth as it was
pushed in, and the leather on her cheeks as the straps were tightly fastened.
“Strip her.”
“Lhffhrhlhhhn,”
Fiona called out, a thin line of drool escaping from the corner of her mouth as
Cecil walked to the drawers, and took out a large pair of scissors. He stood behind Bridget and smiled as he cut
down her dress, then down the sleeves so that he could pull the dress away, leaving
Bridget twisting round in her black bra, her matching knickers under her
hose. He then opened a second drawer,
and took out from it a black leather sheath with straps – a sheath he wrapped
round Bridget’s arms behind her back as they were forced together, her chest
forced out as the bra stretched over them.
“you should not
be left out of this,” Gerald whispered into Fiona’s ear as she felt the zip
give way at her back, and her own dress slipped down to her wrists and chest, Fiona
blushing as Gerald said “well, you have gone au naturel – how thoughtful of
you, you fucking sow.”
“Whtdhuhmhnnn,”
Fiona said – but then she saw Gerald’s hands as he reached round and groped her
chest, his finger sinking into the flesh of her breasts as they squeezed and
probed. She closed her eyes and twisted
round, unable to stop him – or to stop the way her body was starting to feel…
“Whtthruhhdhnnn,”
Bridget mumbled as the leather straps came over her shoulders, Cecil crossing
then between her breasts and then pulling them back behind her, before she felt
the material of her bra give way and it was removed, the leather now rubbing on
the bare flesh which had a slight glisten of sweat on it. She was helpless, and then she felt his hands
on her chest as well. She tried to twist
round, but as she did her covered hands stroked over Cecil’s crotch – and she
felt how he felt…
“That’s right,
you cow,” he whispered into her ear as he squeezed harder, “you’re going to do
whatever I want…”
Fiona groaned
as she felt the fingers squeezing again, and then Gerald withdrew his hands, to
her relief – until she saw the white rope as it was passed round her, her arms
forced into her sides as it was pulled tighter, then with each pass round her
the tension increased, the bands now pressing onto her chest as well – and that
was before he wrapped the rope round the base of her breasts to make it tighter
still before it was tied off.
She glanced
down to see the way her breasts were forced out now, the way her nipples were
erect, proud – as the nylon strip gave way, the dress falling to the floor - but
the zip tie was replaced immediately by another length of rope wrapped tightly
round them to hold her wrists together.
Gerald noticed
the way they looked as well as he walked round, and started to suck on each
nipple in turn, his tongue running over them as he did so. Fiona was struggling to control how she was
feeling as this happened, a groan escaping, the drool falling down her chin and
onto the ground – and then the pain as the silver clamps were fastened onto her
nipples.
“There,” Gerald
said with a smile, “you’re my fuck slave now, got it.”
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Bridget creamed
as she looked at her friend – and then she was forced to walk over to the
bed. It was a large four poster one, and
Cecil made her stand at the end, spreading her legs before he used two pairs of
cuffs to fasten her ankles to the legs of the bed. She was shaking now, unsure of what was going
to happen next.
THWACCCKKK.
The feel of the
wooden paddle as it was brought down hard on her bottom made Bridget’s eyes
open wide, her bottom burning as she felt Cecil’s hand rubbing on it as she
stood there. Tears were flowing down her
cheeks now as she wondered what was going to happen next.
THWACCCKKK
The paddle was
brought down again, as Fiona was pushed over to the bed and made to lie down,
the metal on her nipples now making them ache as well as burn as she looked up
into Bridget’s eyes. She felt Gerald as
he pulled her leg to the side, the rope round her booted ankle as he secured it
to the headboard of the bed, and then he walked round as the paddle came down
on Bridget again and again.
For her part,
Bridget was starting to shake. And not just from the pain – it was more than
that, as blow after blow rained down on her bottom. It was doing something else to her – starting
the fire she knew so well, but in a completely different way given she was
helpless and being attacked.
She looked at
Gerald as he moved between her friend’s legs, and watched as he used a knife to
cut her hose away – the joy in his eyes, and the excitement in his body clear
to her now as her bottom was caressed again.
Fiona looked up
as her friend closed her eyes, and then her own eyes closed as he felt his hand
between her legs, felt his finger slip past the petals of her sex, felt him
moving it inside her as she arched her back and screamed into the ball
gag. He was violating her, he was –
well, he was kissing her there now as well as she slowly opened her eyes,
looking into his and then down to the bulge in his pants.
“I think you’re
about ready, bitch,” Cecil said as Bridget heard the sound of a zip being
pulled down, and she watched Gerald pulling his own trousers down. She knew what was coming, and as she saw Fiona
slowly open her eyes she knew that her friend knew what was coming as well.
And then she
felt Cecil take her in her anal passage, felt the cock as it was forced in, and
she screamed out in pain and pleasure as Cecil started to rock to and fro.
“Hmghdddd,” Fiona
mumbled as she looked into Bridget’s face, and then she felt Gerald enter her, gripping
him by instinct as his cock slipped into her, and starting to push herself up
as he pushed himself down.
Both women knew
they had no choice, no control in what was happening to them as waves of pleasure
started to wash over them. These men had
made them helpless, not in charge, forced themselves upon them, made them bend
to their will – and as Fiona’s body started to shake, she wondered what she had
never allowed someone to do this to her before.
Bridget felt
Cecil’s lips on her neck as he kissed her – and then bit her as he thrust
further in, and her own body started to shake, giving itself over totally to
pleasure as she felt him cum into her passage…
Fiona looked up
to see Bridget’s eyes closed, her whole body shaking – and then the throbbing
inside her changed to a pulsing as her own body accepted the orgasm, feeling
Gerald inside her as her whole body shook…
“Ready?”
Cecil nodded as
he fastened his shirt, Gerald nodding as he looked inside the wicker basket
that had been wheeled in. Fiona and
Bridget lay on the bottom, their legs drawn up under their chest as the tight
ropes held them both in ball ties, black tape wrapped round their heads to
cover their mouths and eyes.
He tossed the
towels over them as there was a knock on the door, and he opened it to allow
two men dressed in black to come in.
“Delivery to
the sultan – tell him they are specifically to his request,” Cecil said as the
basket was wheeled out, Gerald looking over from the laptop.
“Accounts
emptied – and we have their home addresses.
Shall we pay a visit before the word gets out?”
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