Staying Home

It was a night she was looking forward to with a great deal of anticipation – she had been to the hairdresser, who had dyed her hair a bright shade of red-brown, and cut it in the way she wanted, and she had bought the dress and boots especially for the occasion. She had received the all clear that day, and wanted to tell her friends.

She smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. The dress was made of a light brown fabric with a black floral print on it, the round neckline highlighted by the thin gold necklace round her neck, while the pleated skirt barely covered her thighs. She looked slim, trim, even though the cause for the weight loss had now passed into her past.

She even suited the new boots she was wearing – tight black leather which came up over her knees and had a straight block heel. It made her feel good – incredibly good.

She turned and walked slowly out of the bedroom, down the staircase, into her front room – and then stopped shirt as a leather gloved hand was clamped over her mouth from behind. The heavy sweet scent filled her nasal passage as her eyes flitted from side to side, wondering just what was going on as she tried to twist her way out of the strong grip.

“You know, your feel really good when you do that – by all means continue, but be aware if you do, you will be unconscious in a few minutes.”

The voice was deep, male, and she wondered who it was – it was one she had never heard before, but as she realised what she was rubbing against as she struggled she suddenly stopped, breathing heavily in and out through her nose.

“Better – but I did enjoy that, and I am sure you will help me enjoy something later. I’m going to take my hand away – say nothing, but your hands behind your back.”

She nodded as the hand was taken away, the involuntary gasp escaping from her lips as she slowly moved her hands behind her back. Whoever it was, she was too scared to do anything, as she felt the intruder put her hands together palm to palm.

What she was not expecting was the pressure on her elbows as her arms were drawn together by white rope, pulled tightly and then wrapped around and between her arms to hold them together. She knew this was a robbery, had accepted she was going to be tied up – but this was not the way she expected, as her shoulder blades were drawn back, her chest forced out, the material stretching over her chest as she felt the intruder securing the ropes.

A second length went round her wrists, again going around and between her thin limbs as her palms were held together. She felt strange, but knew there was nothing she could do about it. She could only wriggle her fingers as the rope was tied off.

“Look, if it is money you are after, I can give you money – just don’t hurt me?”

“What makes you think we just want money?”

This was a new voice, a female one, and as she turned her head she saw the masked woman standing there, dressed in black – including the balaclava which covered her head, allowing only her eyes and lips to be seen.

She was shocked – and even more so as she felt the rope round her upper body, pulled tight under her chest as her arms were forced against her back, and then above, so that her chest was frame din the thickening bands.

IT was the strangest feeling – the dress material was thin anyway, but with it stretched tighter and tighter across her chest, she could almost see the shape of her nipples under the bra, but it was an illusion.

Wasn’t it?

“Does it have to be so tight?”

“Why – what are you worried about?”

She fell silent at that as she felt his gloved hands on her side, feeding the rope under one arm and stroking her breast before he pulled the rope up and around the back of her neck tightening the bands at that side until he fed the rope under on her other side, making it just as tight there. Tying the ropes off, she glanced to the side to see the woman smiling – and then he walked in front of her.

She was just under six foot tall, but he towered over her, stroking her cheek with the back of his leather gloved hand before he doubled over another length of rope he had in his other hand, and then passed it under the bands that framed her chest, between her breasts before he fed the ends through the centre loop – and pulled down hard, framing them in bands of rope as he repeated the process, then let the long lengths drop to the floor.

“What are you going to do with that?”

He just smiled as he walked behind her, the woman coming over and tugging the ropes as she looked down – and saw his leather clad arm coming between her legs, pulling the rope back as the skirt of her dress was hiked up, and she felt the ropes rubbing on her clit, only the thin silk of her panties preventing them sinking in.

But as he pulled tighter, the material sank between the lips as well, making her moan even more as she felt him secure the rope behind her back.

“Fells, good, doesn’t it?”

She looked at the masked woman, unsure of how she should answer as she bit her lower lip, afraid to move in case the feelings running through her at that point started to overwhelm her…

“Face down, on the couch.”

She turned and slowly walked over, feeling the dampness between her legs as she lay on the long leather couch. She could feel the cool black leather on her chest as she did so, rubbing on her nipples as if the dress was not there – and that was adding to her own feelings as she glanced back to see him cross and start to bind her booted ankles together with white rope.

“My friend is taking very good care of you,” the masked woman whispered as she squatted next to her head, “and you will take very good care of him, won’t you?”

“What… What do you mean…”

She heard the squeak of rope and leather on leather as her ankles were secured together, and then below her knees as he employed another length of rope to secure her legs together there. The touch of his gloved hands on her limbs as they were forced together…

“Oh my lord…”

The ropes were driving her crazy now, but there was more to it than that – especially as she flet him bend her legs back, felt her fingers stroking on the hard flat heels – and then the increase of pressure, the material and rope sinking even deeper into her between her legs as he secured her ankles to the crotch rope.

She twisted round, a low moan now escaping from her lips as she felt a fire building inside her with each twist. She was dimly aware of him putting her onto her side, facing out, and the stroke of his fingers over her lips – and then that she had opened her mouth and was sucking on the leather covered fingers.

“I have something else for you to put in there – and you will do that, won’t you?”

Her mind was screaming at her to refuse, but she nodded instead as she saw him opening the front of his pants, saw what sprang out erect and long from there – and then tasted the sweat and smelt the musk as she slowly kissed his member before taking it into her mouth.

She was moving her legs very slightly as she did this, wanting the distraction as the fire burnt more strongly inside her and between her legs. She knew this was wrong, she was being used, violated – and she knew she had no choice in it as well, as his cock expanded as a result of her attentions, and she started to bob her head to and fro.

“Mum?”

“Keep going,” he said quietly, “my friend will take care of her.”

His partner nodded as she moved to the door, and she felt her tongue being flattened, focusing on making sure he did not hurt her any more…

“Mum?”

The young woman who walked in had long light brown hair, and she was wearing a black mesh style jumper, her white bra clearly visible underneath. Her skirt was made of soft tan coloured suede, a black leather belt fastened round her waist and hanging down below her knees, high white leather boots covering her lower legs.

She stopped, staring at the masked man with his pants open, and then heard the moans coming from the couch – before she felt the pressure against her back, and heard the female voice saying “no screams, no shouting – slowly, lower your hand bag to the floor, and then put your hands behind your back.

“Mum?”

“Your mother has something else on her mind – do as I say.”

She slowly nodded as she let her handbag drop down, and then put her hands behind her back. The first thing she felt was the leather on her bare wrists as they were crossed behind her back – and then the rope as it was used to secure them tightly together.

Her mother felt the throbbing intensify as her mouth was filled with the expanding organ, and then the slaty taste on her tongue – but she kept going, not just out of rear of what he may do, but of what might happen to her daughter…

“Who are you?”

“Hush,” the masked woman said as she wrapped the long white rope round her captive’s body, pulling tight as the gaps in the jumper expanded under the tension. She took the rope round and round, above and below her chest, the gaps growing larger with each pass as she saw the way her breasts were forced up and out…

“HMMHSWHHTLHRDDD!”

Her mother’s eyes opened wide as she felt the hot salty flow at the back of her throat, heard his moans as she swallowed as much as she could, wanting to make sure he was happy – because he was happy, and if he was happy...

“What is he doing to her?”

“Making her happy,” the masked woman said as she pulled the ropes tighter, and then three the end over the younger woman’s shoulder, walking round and smiling as she fed the rope under the lower band between her breasts and then pulling it back up. As she did, her gloved hands stroked over her captive’s breasts, and she felt a shiver run through her as well…

She saw her walk behind, taking the rope backup over her other shoulder, feeling the bands cress the base of her breasts as she tied the rope off – and then the feel of the gloved hands as the masked woman reached round and started to massage her chest.

“Hmmhhhh whts going on – where is my daughter,” her mother said as the man withdrew.

“Being secured – open your mouth.”

She slowly nodded as he used a white cloth to wipe the thin white lines which were slowly dribbling down her face – and then pushed the cloth in. she watched as he took from a bag the roll of white tape, tore a length off, and then pressed it firmly down over her stuffed mouth.

“What are you…. What are you doing…”

“Shhrrhhrr?”

“She will be safe – close your eyes.” As the older woman did so, he covered them with another long length of the white tape, before he went back to the bag, and took a small device out. He smiled as he slipped it under the crotch rope, his captive shaking as she felt the vibrator work on her, and then stood up.

“Will you be all right while I look round?”

His partner nodded as she squeezed the daughter’s chest, making her moan as she gently pinched on the firm nipples she could feel under the clothing. What was happening to her?

She saw the man leave the room, as her binder said “go on – walk forward.” She continued to play with her as they walked forward, before she saw her mother, hogtied, gagged, blindfolded, groaning as she shook on the couch…

“On your knees.”

She knelt down, her tormentor doing the same with her before she said “lie face down. She released her hands, the daughter grateful as she lay down, and then felt her ankles being forced together, hear the squeaking as the masked woman used the white rope to make sure she could not move them apart.

IT was the strangest feeling, as she worked in silence now, only the buzzing from somewhere making any noise.

“Just take her money and go,” she said quietly as she was rolled onto her back, the masked woman smiling as she opened the skirt up slightly, and then secured her legs together below her knees, her hands stroking down her legs as she did so – and then up her legs, stroking over her crotch.

“Don’t…”

“You need to be quiet,” the masked woman said as she stood up and collected the roll of white tape, tearing a strip off as her mother moaned and shook. “Purse those lips.”

“I’ll be quiet…”

“Yes, you will – purse those lips.”

She felt the rape tugging on the skin round her mouth as it was pressed firmly down, forming to the contours of her face and preventing more than a mumble coming out. She looked at the eyes in the black mask, the smile on the lips as the captor tore a second strip off, and then said “close your eyes.”

“Whhh?”

“Do it.”

The young woman slowly nodded as she closed her eyes, the masked binder pressing the tape down over her eyes before she slowly unknotted and slipped off the leather belt which was holding the skirt up. Her captive squirmed round, even more so when her skirt was removed, and she felt the gloved hands pulling her own panties down to her knees.

She then groaned as she felt the gloved hands pressing down on and squeezing her breasts again, moving slowly as she wriggled under them, realizing what was happening, how this was making her feel – before one hand went down and stroked up and down the inside of her thighs, up over what she suddenly realized was her damp slit, the finger gently stroking round and then entering her.

“NNNNHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Her whole body started to shake as she felt the pressure on that most special of places, and then felt her captor’s lips as they kissed her there, her tongue playing with the petals as she groaned softly.

There was a fire now, a heat between her legs as she felt the lips and tongue play with her there, and she arched her back, pressing hard against her tormentor as she felt herself sinking into a form of pleasure. The dampness was definitely there now, the tongue licking it up and then trying to enter past her defences.

Succeeding…

“HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!”

“Hmmmm,” was the only response as she felt her whole body start to shake, and then she screamed into the tape as she felt the orgasm rush through and over her. The masked woman kept kissing, kept licking, until she felt the body slump.

“There – wasn’t that fun?”

She slowly nodded as the woman stood up, and fetched a wand with a bulb at one end from the bag. Pressing a button on the end, she rubbed the bulb over her captives, crotch and then slipped it into her, as her partner came back.

“Both suitably distracted?”

“Yeah – let’s go,” he said as they left the room, the mother and daughter squirming and groaning…

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