Lazy Sunday Afternoon

For a woman approaching the wrong side of sixty, Annie Blunt was happy with the way she was looking, the way she was feeling. Sure, her long blonde hair was both thinning and starting to turn grey, but she was still a looker in her eyes, and dressed to attract the eye of any man she liked to attract the look of – which was most men, especially since that bastard of a husband had walked out on her.

Her daughter despaired of her, she knew that, but her granddaughter Suzie understood what she was feeling, and actually encouraged her. So she was ready to spend some time with her that particular afternoon – and hang what anyone else was thinking.

Annie herself was wearing a tight black t-shirt, with a low neckline, and a leopard print miniskirt that barely covered the top of her black stockings – most of which were hidden under the pair of thigh high black leather boots that covered her legs, the leather creaking softly as she walked down the corridor.

The plan was to catch a film, and then a meal and then – well, even on a Sunday Annie was sure they could find somewhere to have fun. She smiled as she walked into her front room – and then saw that the curtains had been pulled closed across the large bay windows.

The second thing she noticed was the man standing in front of her, wearing a denim jacket and jeans with a blue shirt, and with one of her kitchen knives in his hand.

And the third thing? The rough skinned hand that was clamped over her mouth as she was pulled backwards, and the deep voice that said “well now, looks like we picked the right house to hide out in?”

“Sure seems that way,” whoever was holding Annie said from behind her, the older woman’s eyes wide open as she tried to process what was happening. Who were these men? What the hell were they doing in her house – and how the hell did they get in?”

“So,” the man in front of her said as he walked forward, waving the knife round, “you got a choice, lady – do what we say or die. What’s it going to be?”

Annie stared at him, and then slowly nodded as she mumbled “Dhnthrttmh…”

“Oh that’s nice – she thinks we want to hurt her.” She could feel the breath on her neck as the man holding her whispered into her ear “I’m Clem, he’s Abe – and you keep your mouth shut when I take my hand away, all right?” As she nodded, the hand was taken away as Abe said “take the knife. You, lady, lie face down on the couch hands behind your head – and don’t move a muscle, understood?”

“I understand,” Annie whispered as she was pushed towards the long leather couch, shaking as she lay on her stomach and put her hands behind her head, trying not to cry as she sensed the man sitting beside her. She felt his hand lightly smack her bottom, as he said “a fine looking woman like you should not be living alone.”

“How… How do you know I live alone?”

“We know – so relax, we’re not going to hurt you, so long as you do as we say.

“whatever we say.”

Annie was not reassured by what he said, especially as she felt his hand caress her bottom again – but she was too scared to try and move, to try and stop him. She could only pray that he was only going to do that…

“Hey – what did you find?”

“Enough for our needs – get her hands behind her back, cross her wrists.”

“What are you gong to do to me,” Annie whispered as she felt her arms beign taken down behind her back, and her wrists held together – and then she felt the rope as it was pulled tight around her arms, forcing her wrists together. He must have found the skeins of washing line she had picked up to replace her line outside – and for her daughter to use as well.

The man – Abe, she presumed – obviously knew what he was doing, as he passed the rope around and between her wrists. All she could do was try not to struggle, the soft cords rubbing on her bare wrists as they were secured to each other. She then felt Clem cross her ankles, and heard the soft squeaking sound as her ankles were secured tightly together as well, the rope now rubbing on the soft leather of her boots.

She felt the ropes tighten as the hands stroked down her legs, and then felt the last tug, before another length was passed round her legs below her knees and pulled tight as well. It was the strangest of feelings as Annie felt her legs being secured there, and then again above her knees, that last band rubbing on her stocking covered thighs – and now she really could feel the hands as they stroked over her legs, and the rope as it went between them…

She tried to twist her legs round, but it was impossible to separate them, as she glanced to her side and saw Clem double over a much longer length of rope, which he fed under her waist and then tied round it – but did nothing else, as the loose length fell across her legs.

“All right – sit her up.”

“What else are you going to do,” Annie said as she was rolled over and helped to sit up. She could see her legs now, the three bands of white rope holding them firmly together – but she could also see Abe, a younger man than Clem, but dressed in the same way. “and who are you anyway?”

“Just a couple of guys who need a place to lay low, and some cash,” Abe said as he nodded. She could also see the ropes around her legs – no, around and between her legs, which went a long way to explaining why she could not move them.

“Look, if its money you want, I have some in my purse, some jewels upstairs…”

“Very kind, Lady,” Clem said as he doubled another length of rope over, and then went behind her, Annie seeing it as it was passed round her and then pulled tight, forcing her arms against her back and then into her sides as it was taken round the top of her chest as well. She could feel it rubbing on her skin on the gap in her neckline – a gap that was getting larger as the material of her top was stretched over her chest.

She could see why that was happening – the widening band of rope were forcing her chest out, but also tightening on her breasts as well as she felt herself further immobilised. She then felt the hands on her chest as ropes were taken between her arms and body – and she shivered, realising that the way she was tied was making her somehow more sensitive to being touched there.

“Oh – you liked that did you?”

She looked at Abe who was in front of her, and shook her head – then said “NO” as he grabbed her chest and started to knead them, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she struggled. A struggle that just seemed to encourage him more, as his fingers gripped more firmly.

She could not understand what was happening – she was being immobilised, assaulted, groped – and yet there was also something else going on, a growing sense of pleasure - a sense that horrified and intrigued her in equal measure.

“Please… Stop this… It’s not right…”

“What – not right to show a GILF how looking at her makes me feel,” Abe whispered into her ear as he continued to grope her – and then she felt Clem behind her, pulling the rope up from her waist and taking it around the twin bands, making them even tighter before he pulled the ropes back down.

She wondered what was going to happen – and then she was forced to her feet, Abe holding her for a moment as she saw him smile – and then she felt the rope as it was fed through between her legs, the length growing longer as she glanced down.

“Oh god – no, you wouldn’t dare…”

Abe let go – only for Clem to grab her from behind as he took the rope and pulled it all the way through, then up as her skirt was hiked up, and she felt the ropes pressing on her sex with only her thin panties between that and the strands. Abe smiled as he secured the neds between her breasts, leaving her as if there was a band of rope round the base of each breast as Clem reached round and took over the job of massaging her chest. Annie was twisting like mad now to try and stop him – before she realised just what was happening with rope between her legs, and how damp, how sensitive, how aroused she was getting despite herself.

“Come on,” Abe whispered as he looked at her, “you love it, don’t you?”

“I… I…”

“No need to thank us,” Clem said as he pulled Annie back against himself, and she felt the bulge in his pants against her bottom as she shook her head.

“No – please, no…”

“Who says you get a say in what happens lady,” Abe said as Clem made her kneel down, the ropes rubbing on her even more as she felt the rope tightening. The grip on her chest continued as she felt Clem rubbing on her behind her – and then she heard the zip lowering as she looked at Abe.

“If… If I do that, will he stop?”

“If you don’t, you might hear his zip lowering, lady.”

Annie nodded slowly as she shuffled forward, and then put her lips over the tip of his cock, seeing his smile as she kissed it and then pulled her head back. Opening her mouth, she then took it into her mouth, feeling the salty taste on her tongue as she began to bob her own head to and fro, using her tongue to play with him as she felt the throbbing on her tongue. She could also feel it growing larger as Clem let go – only to feel him pulling on the rope that ran between her legs as Abe held her head.

How many years had it been since that night at the college, when the bastard had asked her to do this to her? Those memories flooded back as she continued to use her mouth and tongue, fearing what would happen if she did not, twisting her body round as she tried to distract herself.

“Gran, you in the front room? I thought – GRANWHATSGHHHNHHHNNNN!”

Annie glanced to the side to see a twenty year old young woman there, struggling as Clem held her from behind with a hand over her mouth. She had blonde hair streaked with black, and was wearing a black top with elbow length sleeves and a laced front, a denim mini skirt, and black thigh high leather boots.

“HGghhddnnhhh,phlslhffShsshhhlhn,” Annie moaned as she felt the jerk on her tongue.

“This your granddaughter, lady?” As Annie nodded, Abe looked over and said “shut your mouth, little one, or you both get hurt. Clem – tie her up?”

“Got it Abe,” the younger man said as he forced the younger girl to walk with him to where the ropes had been left, whispering into her ear as her eyes opened wider. She then stood still, slowly putting her hands behind her as he grabbed some rope, an then gasping as her shoulders were pulled back, her chest forced out.

“Gran, who are these men,” she whispered, trying to comprehend what was going on. Her grandmother was kneeling on the floor, ropes tied tightly round her, and the other man was forcing her to give him a blow job – and she could see Annie had no choice as she started crying, the hands firmly gripping her head.

Then there was another jerk, and she closed her eyes as the hot salty fluid hit the back of her throat, Abe making her stay there and swallow as he gave. The young girl could only watch as she felt the rope holding her elbows together being passed between her arms – making the binding even tighter – and then a second length holding her wrists together in the same way.

Annie then spluttered as Abe let her go, a thin white line slowly escaping from the corner of her mouth as she said “Suzie, I’m so sorry, I had no choice…”

“Gran,” the blonde said as the rope was pulled between her legs, “are you all right?”

“Oh your gran’s a true GILF,” Abe laughed as Annie hung her head in shame. She had also felt something as well, as the dampness made it’s way down the inside of her thigh.

“You bastards,” Suzie shouted – and then she recoiled as Abe slapped her hard in the face, whole Clem wrapped rope round her arms and body to secure her further.

“Shut the fuck up,” he snarled as he reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down, ripping them away before he walked back over to where Annie was kneeling, sobbing as the tears ran down her cheek. She offered no resistance as he pushed her granddaughter’s underwear into her mouth, and then pulled more rope between her lips, pulling the corners of her mouth back to keep the stuffing in place.

“Phlssdhnthhrthr,” she mumbled as he watched the ropes binding Suzie, her chest forced out as Clem worked behind her, and then she saw the long rope drop to the floor.

“What… What do you think you are doing,” Suzie whispered as Abe walked back over, and knelt down, then grabbed the rope between her legs and pulled sharply up. She gasped as the cords moved between the lips of her sex, rubbing gently as Abe bound the ropes between her breasts – and every time she moved…

“Hnnnn,” Annie moaned as she watched Clem force Suzie to kneel down, and then she could see the rope round her ankles as they were forced together, Abe kneeling and grinning as he started to massage her granddaughter’s breasts over the tightly stretched top. She could see how the lace fastenings were stretched to breaking point, the way her denim skirt was now hiked so high she cold see the ropes rubbing on her – and the expression in her eyes. One of shock, of fear, but of something else as the older man kept massaging her chest…

“Don’t…. Don’t do this…” Suzie whispered as she closed her eyes, feeling the way her legs were forced further together as more rope was tied round them below her knees. As she twisted round, the ropes were rubbing all over her, the squeak of her boots as her legs rubbed together – but it was that rope in particular that was really making hr feel faint. She could feel it has slipped between the lips of her clit, and it had found that particular spot.

The electric shocks were starting to build in intensity as she felt one more tug, and then saw the two men as Abe stood up, looking at her.

“Your turn, kid – I’m going to see what we can find,” Abe said, Clem smiling as he said “you going to do what I tell you to do?”

“Please, don’t rape me…”

Clem looked over at Annie, who was shaking her head, before he said “I’m not thinking of that,” and then he pulled down the zip of his pants, Suzie staring at his member as it fell out.

She knew what he was asking her to do, but he did not want her to hurt her, or her grandmother, so Suzie slowly nodded as she leaned forward and started to kiss Clem’s penis, moving up and down it before she put her lips over it and then pulled back. He nodded as she started to take him in her mouth, Annie closing her eyes – she knew what was happening, and she stayed as still s possible, fearful of what may happen if she moved and the ropes worked on her…

Suzie could feel what was happening to her binder as she sucked on him, feeling the increase in size as it pressed her tongue down, as it filled her mouth – and then he reached behind her and pulled on the crotch rope in time to her work on him. She groaned as she felt her own body responding, and prayed silently that this was the worst thing that could happen to her.

“Hnnnhnnhhhhh,” she groaned as she felt the dampness between her legs, and then the shiver as the ropes rubbed in just the right place. She sucked harder, and heard Clem groan as he kept pulling on the rope…

Annie slowly opened her eyes, watching, unable to look away as Suzie started to shake, and Clem closed his eyes…

“HNNNHHHHHH!”

As the salty flow hit the back of the throat, Suzie also had an orgasm, her whole body shaking as she sucked and swallowed. Clem also groaned as he let go of the rope and held hr head, making her swallow all he could give…

Eventually, he let go as Suzie pulled her head back, coughing as Annie groaned again. He smiled as he looked at the two women, and then looked at Abe as he came back in, throwing her a pair of panties which he pushed into the young woman’s mouth, before a rope gag was added to her as well.

Abe and Clem then forced her to stand and carried her over to where her grandmother was, making her lie face down on the floor before Annie was made to lie next to her. They looked at each other, the rope darkening at the corners of their mouths before Annie felt one of the men pull her ankles back – but it was Suzie who groaned as she felt them being secured.

Turning her head, she could see why, as Suzie’s ankles were pulled back – and then secured with rope to the crotch rope between her own legs. Clem and Abe looked at both of them, before they walked out of the room.

“Hruuhlrhttt?”

“Nhggrrhnhmnht – whtdhwhdh?”

“Hdhntknhhh,” Annie said as she moved her legs – and then stopped as Suzie groaned. Her granddaughter looked at her – and then moved her own legs, making Annie groan.

“Whtthrudhhhn?”

“Chnnuhkhshttl? Hfnht…”

Annie stared at her for a moment, and then nodded as they both started to make the ropes move on each other…

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