Not a Robbery – The Robbery Game
Sunday
Noon
They had been playing the game for at
least three months now, without anyone else in the block of flats knowing what
was going on. And why should they? They kept themselves to their floor, made
sure they had no visitors to any of their flats for the designated time, and
had the place to themselves.
It was Jane who had suggested it at
first, after they had all been to the hen party. Jane Watkins lived in flat 2 on their floor –
an African American woman who had lived in the area for ten years.
The hen party had been for a mutual
friend of all the older woman on the floor, and at some point the bride to be
had ended been tied up by one of the other women. All of them had then tried it out, and
discovered they liked been tied up. That
was when Jane had suggested the game of Robber.
The idea had come when they had all
got together for a coffee the next day.
Eleanor and Kate Page lived in flat 1, and Marguerite Chavez in flat 3
with her daughter Catherine. Flat 4 was
occupied by Celestine Baudin, the oldest of the group of women, while flat 5
was the home of Diana and Mary Liu.
Finally from flat 6 there was Lisa Weaver.
Jane explained her proposal. At a designated time, the women would assume
the role of robbers and try to capture each other. Their flat doors would be left unlocked, and
there would be no double teaming. Once
someone was ‘captured’, their captor would secure their wrists and gag them, and
then take them back to their own rooms.
Once there, the captive would cooperate
fully with the captor, and remove any clothing as directed before they were
tied and gagged to the liking of the captor.
The only rule was that for Kate, Catherine, and Mary, as they were under
21 their modesty would remain intact.
The captor could then, in the words of Jane, “have some fun” before the
captive was left.
She then showed them a phone app,
which would allow them to say who was free and who was captured. When the last two were standing, if they were
mother and daughter one had to capture the other, but it was last woman
standing who won. They would then wait a
while before starting to release the others.
Each person would be allowed to carry
a bag with some supplies to do the binding and gagging. When someone was captured, they were not
allowed to be captured themselves until such time as they were able to play
again.
Jane looked round the room, all of
them agreeing to take part, and the first game had been scheduled for the
following Sunday. They had played
regularly since that time, and now Sunday had come round again, as each of them
made their preparations, and the clock ticked down to the off time...
1 pm
Captive 1 – Kate Page, 18
Kate sat in
the main room of her flat, looking forward to the game starting as she played
Destiny on her Playstation Four. She had
been prepared for hours, her bag of supplies waiting by her feet. She had decided that for this round, she
would be the normal girl, so she had pulled her blonde hair back and tied it in
a ponytail. For her costume, she was wearing a pale blue t-shirt and jeans,
white socks and trainers, but at that moment in time she was concentrating on
winning this battle.
Eventually,
she gave a yelp of triumph as she won the fight, and then looked at her watch.
“Damn it,
it’s after one,” she said to herself as she turned the games console off, and
picked her bag up, looking at her mobile phone.
“At least nobody has been captured yet,” she muttered to herself as she
hung her bag over her shoulder, and made her way quickly to the front door.
As she looked
outside, there was nobody in sight, so she slipped out and turned her back to
close the door.
“How
perfectly delightful – consider yourself captured, Kate.”
“Oh damn,”
Kate said as she raised her hands and turned round, looking at Marguerite
Chavez as she smiled. The 36 year old
Mexican woman was wearing a long black dress with a low cut front, her long
curly black hair falling over her shoulders.
The skirt fell to the floor, but it was split at the front up to her
thighs, her black stockings and high heels visible through the gap.
“Well, it’s
my own fault,” Kate said, “May I send the signal?”
“Of course,”
Marguerite said as they both took out their phones, opening the app and sending
the message of captive and on hold before Kate held her hands out. From her shoulder bag, Marguerite took out a
set of cuffs and secured the young girl’s wrists together on front of her.
“Open wide,”
the Mexican said as she took from her bag a black satin scarf, rolling it into
a band and tying a knot in the middle.
Kate nodded as she allowed Marguerite to gag her, the ends secured at
the base of her neck, before she was walked back into her flat, and into her
bedroom.
“Lie down on
your back,” Marguerite purred, Kate nodding as she lay down, her head on the
pillows. She watched as Marguerite took
two lengths of rope, using one to secure her ankles together and to the foot of
the bed, and then used the second to secure her wrists above her head and to
the headboard.
“Now then,”
Marguerite said as she stroked her finger down Kate, “what shall I do with
you?”
“Whttffruwnt,”
Kate said as she wriggled round.
“Exactly,”
Marguerite said as she started to pull Kate’s t-shirt up, taking it over her
head and as far as her wrists as Kate smiled over the gag. The older woman then unfastened her jeans and
pulled them down to her ankles, leaving Kate in her white bra and panties.
“How nice,”
Marguerite said with a smile before she took another length of rope from her
bag, and wound it around Kate’s arms above her head, Kate gasping as she
secured her elbows together with the rope around and between them. As she looked up, Marguerite took another
length of rope, and secured her legs together below her knees.
Kate wriggled
round again as Marguerite looked at her, and kissed her gagged lips, before she
released her wrists and removed the t-shirt.
Looking up, Kate watched as Marguerite secured her wrists together again
with more rope, and tied that to the headboard.
“Comfy,” the
older woman said as she stroked her hands down Kate’s body, the teenager
nodding as she watched Marguerite untie her ankles, remove her trainers and
jeans, and then her socks so she was left on the bed in her bra and panties.
A rope was
tied around each of her ankles, and then she felt her legs as they were spread
apart, and her ankles secured to the corners of the bed.
“Now, my
lovely captive,” she said, “what shall I do next?”
“DurwrsstHMMGGDDDDD,”
Kate said as Marguerite started to tickle the soles of her feet, and then moved
up and down her body, her long fingers finding every single sensitive spot as
the young girl wriggled round, desperate for the exquisite torture to end.
She was then
taken by surprise as Marguerite climbed on the bed and straddle Kate’s waist,
her skirt parting as her legs went either side of her waist, and she felt the
older woman’s hands on her chest.
“Hmmmsnsss,”
Kate said as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the way Marguerite’s hands
caressed her chest, her fingers gently kneading as she closed her eyes and
wriggled round on the bed. It felt so
good, so wonderful, and as her breasts firmed she felt her nipples harden.
She wanted
Marguerite to keep going, to do all she could do, but then she felt the older
woman get off the bed, and opened her eyes as Marguerite picked up her bag.
“Hnnplssdmrr...”
“I cannot,
Kate – the rules,” Marguerite said with a smile, “but I can see the desire in
your eyes. Perhaps you should ask your
mother if the rules can be relaxed.”
Kate slowly
nodded and sighed as she watched Marguerite leave, sending a message on her
mobile phone as she did so, and closed her eyes, knowing she was going to stay
there until the game was over and someone came to release her. As she lay there, she imagined again the feel
of her hands on her chest, and let out a low moan as she wriggled round.
As she lay
there, she felt the hands on her chest again, but this was different – the
pressure was stronger, and it felt as if...
Opening her
eyes, Kate saw a man standing there – tall, thin, wearing an open necked shirt
and trousers, as he looked at her. It
took a moment for her to realise what was going on, and then she started to
thrash round the bed, calling out for help as loudly as she could.
The man
remained calm, as he placed his hand over her mouth and said “Don’t struggle –
I am not going to hurt you, but to make you feel incredible.”
“HRRUUUUSMNNHLPMMMM”
“Hush,” he
whispered as with his free hand he started to gently caress her chest, his grip
firm, his fingers and palm stroking over her chest as Kate realised, given her
position, there was nothing she could do about this. Instead, she silently prayed he wouldn’t do
anything too bad to her, as her body started to respond to his touch.
“Hmmmswtlrrd,”
she moaned as she then felt his hand move away, and the touch of his lips on
her neck and shoulders, while at the same time her breasts were massaged,
caressed, and she felt a warmth spreading through her again as she started to
move in time to the caress.
When he
stopped, she opened her eyes, wondering what was going on, and then she saw him
with a pair of scissors in his hands. She
tried to move out of the way, but that stopped as he kissed her neck and
throat, and then snipped at her bra straps as well as between her breasts, her
bra falling away as he removed it from under her.
The touch of
his hands on her bare flesh was a completely new sensation for her, as she felt
his fingers sink into her flesh, and how it seemed to firm at the same
time. It was as if her fear at the
situation was melting in the warmth that was spreading through her, as his
hands grasped more and more firmly – and then she felt his lips on them, as he
kissed and moved over her body.
“Wht.... Whtrudnntmm,” she moaned, and then she gasped
into the satin knot as he began to gently suck on her nipples, and she arched
her back at the wave of feelings that threatened to swamp her. She could feel the burning between her legs
now, as he moved from side to side, kissing and sucking as the tip of his
tongue ran over her.
It was as if
electric shocks were running up and down her body, as she allowed him to draw
her nipples out, and then she felt his hand between her legs, pressing down on
her panties as she felt the dampness, felt his touch, felt his lips as they
moved down her belly.
It was almost
a blessed relief as she heard the two short snips, and the cool air on her
crotch, before she closed her eyes and moaned at the touch of his lips down
there, the feel as he gently kissed her, the urge within her in a way that she
had never felt in any way before, as she closed her eyes, and arched her back
again.
Kate was
losing herself totally, unable to stop herself as she felt the growing urge,
the growing desire as the man slipped his finger past her petals, and she
gasped at the feeling as he stroked her inside.
That was
nothing, however, compared to the feeling as he then kissed her on her mound,
and used his tongue, easing it into her as she began to thrust her hips up to
receive his lips, his touch, wanting more and more to know how it felt,
wondering what it would be like if he, if he...
She then
opened her eyes wide and screamed as he brought her over the edge into her
first orgasm, shaking and wondering what was happening as he continued to kiss
and tongue her there. It seemed to last
an eternity, before she eventually slumped on the bed, her body covered in
sweat as she looked at him.
“there –
didn’t I promise you,” he said, Kate nodding as she was barely aware of him
tying a rope round her bare waist, and then pulling round before she felt the
cords pressing on her damp, sensitive and throbbing clit. She moaned at that – and then moaned even
more as she felt the device he slipped into her, the rope tightened to keep it
in place.
The buzzing
was audible, but the sensations running through her as the vibrations took her
to the edge again were incredible. As
she arched her back and moaned again, Kate looked through misty eyes as he left
her in the room, and as she went over the edge again, she wondered what would
happen to the others.
And prayed
the age restriction would be lifted as well next time, if this was how it
felt...
1.30 pm
Captive 2 – Marguerite Chavez, 36
As Marguerite
stepped out of the flat, she allowed herself a small smile – Kate was cute, and
some day some guy would be very lucky.
But there was a game to win, so she sent the signal that she was back in
play, walking towards Flat 2 and not noticing the fire exit door opening behind
her.
As she
entered the flat, she stopped for a moment, listening for any sounds, and then
made her way slowly to the front room.
As she passed the bathroom door, she also failed to hear that opening
and closing – but she stopped when she felt the pressure on her back, and heard
a familiar voice say “hello Marguerite – please, send the message.”
“Oh no,” she
whispered under her breath, “Jane.”
“That’s right
– time to say you are caught.”
Marguerite
nodded as she used the app on her phone, and then put that in her bag, before
slowly lowering it to the ground. She
tried not to think about what might to be about to happen – Diana had told her
about last week – as her arms were guided behind her back, and then her wrists
secured with a pair of cuffs.
As she turned
round, she saw Jane Watkins standing in front of her, the black vinyl halter
neck bodysuit hugging her curves as the black leather boots came up to her
thighs. She looked every inch the
dominatrix, and Marguerite saw a look in her eyes that made her shiver as well.
From a bag,
Jane took out a large penis gag, and said quietly “Open nice and wide.” Nodding, knowing the rules meant she had no
choice, Marguerite opened her mouth as wide as she could, feeling he hard
rubber bung as it filled her mouth and pressed her tongue down, while Jane
fastened the harness straps around her head.
“Come along
now,” she purred as she took the Mexican woman by the arm and walked her back
to flat 3, not seeing the young Chinese girl who was watching them. As they went to Marguerite’s room, Jane
released her wrists and uttered one simple, yet terrifying word.
“Strip.”
“Hwmsssh?”
“The dress,”
Jane whispered, Marguerite nodding as she reached up and unfastened her
garment, letting it fall to the floor as she stepped out of it.
“And your
bra.”
Marguerite
nodded again as she removed her bra, and then stood there, the garter belt
holding up her sheer black stockings over her thong, and a pair of high heeled
sandals on her feet. Jane walked round
her, and then purred as she took a length of rope, and bound Marguerite’s
wrists tightly together in front of her.
“Now, let me
see,” Jane whispered as she looked round the room, and then opened the door to
the large walk-in wardrobe. She pushed
some clothes to the side, and looked at the overhead bar, before she walked
back and escorted Marguerite to the closet, turning her round before she walked
back and collected more ropes from her bag.
“Here we go,”
Jane purred as she bound Marguerite’s ankles tightly together, taking the rope
around and between her legs, and then yanked tightly before the ends were
secured. She then bound the Mexican’s
legs together, below and above her knees, and around her thighs, each band
cinched between her legs.
When she had
finished, she made Marguerite knell on the floor below the bar, and then raised
her hands above her head, using more rope to secure them to the clothes rail as
her arms were stretched up.
Marguerite
looked up, and then at Jane as she knelt in front of her, smiling as her hands
caressed her chest and started to massage it.
She knew how her body would respond to that, and moaned as she felt the
warmth, the pleasure inside her as her breasts firmed.
The touch of
Jane’s lips on her nipples made her groan even more, as they turned hard, made
more prominent as Jane drew them out.
She closed her eyes and wriggled round – before opening them in shock as
Jane fastened the thumbscrew clamps on both her nipples. She looked down and saw them in place, the
thin metal chain linking the both as Jane smiled at her.
“Whrruddnnn,”
she moaned as the pain started to ebb, to be replaced by warmth and throbbing
as Jane fetched a longer length of rope, tying it between her ankles and then
tossing it over the clothes rail.
Marguerite
looked to the side, shaking her head in protest, but Jane – Jane just smiled as
she fed the rope between Marguerite’s legs, pulling it sharply up as it rubbed
on her crotch, the thong offering very little protection from the rubbing of
the ropes as she felt her ankles rise from the floor, and Jane secured the end
of the rope to the chain between her breasts, the chain been pulled down
slightly and increasing the pressure on her nipples.
Marguerite
soon discovered that any movement at all, any movement, made the ropes rub on
her sex and the chain pull on her breasts – and Jane proceeded to make sure she
moved a lot. She started with her hands,
caressing and massaging the Mexican’s breasts as she started to groan at the
pressure, the rubbing, the pulling.
Jane kissing
her neck and shoulders didn’t help, nor did it when Jane stood behind her and
groped her, her arms coming round as she rubbed on her legs with her own. In fact, it was making her feel more and more
aroused, the groping, the kissing, the rubbing...
“Hmggddkppgnnn,”
she moaned into the gag, involuntarily starting to suck on the penis shaped
bung as she began to move her legs up and down, seeking the release she knew
she would need...
“You want me
to tip you over the edge, don’t you?”
Marguerite
slowly nodded as Jane kissed her neck.
“Sorry – got a game to play,” she whispered into her ear as she took her
phone out, and used the app. “Have fun?”
“Hmggdddd,”
Marguerite moaned as she watched Jane walk off, her short greying black hair
the last thing she saw as she was left alone.
After a few moments, she tried moving again, desperate to get some
relief, some satisfaction from...
The soft
footsteps made her look up, wondering if Jane had come back. The dull throb in her nipples was driving her
more insane than the ropes...
“Hello.”
She looked up
at the thin man, and then struggled again, the ropes pushing her close to the
edge again as he knelt in front of her, and gently held her chest in his gloved
hands.
“I’m not sure
what’s going on here,” he said, “but I do know that you are the second woman I
have found left in need of fulfilment.
Allow me.”
She felt his
gentle squeezing, and then his lips on her chest, groaning as he started to
arouse her even more. His gentle sucking
made the chain move as she moved, and the ropes rubbed on her even more...
“Normally, I
do this a different way, but given your current – position, forgive this
slightly less personal approach,” he said as he continued to kiss her chest,
and slipped his finger under the crotch rope, Marguerite bucking as he did so
and the rope pressing his fingers even more firmly over her damp, throbbing,
open clit.
“Hyyssssssssss,”
she moaned as his finger slipped into her, teasing on her most intimate and
sensitive areas as she twisted round, and then it came, suddenly, violently as
her juices flowed over his hand, and she arched her back, screaming into the
rubber and leather as she felt the orgasm swallow her and envelop her.
When she
relaxed, she looked at the man as he took a small cylinder from his pocket, and
switched it on, the buzzing exciting her even more before he slipped it into
her passage, and made sure the crotch rope held it firmly in place. She bucked again as she realised it was on
maximum, watching him lick his gloved finger through misty eyes.
“Enjoy,” he
said quietly as he walked off, Marguerite nodding as another orgasm started to
build...
2 pm
Captive 3 – Jane Watkins, 50
“Now that –
was fun,” Jane sighed as she stepped out of flat 3, sighing as she looked
round. “I wonder who else I can...”
“Hello Jane,”
a young voice said behind her as she felt a round disc against her back, “I’ve
been waiting for you. Time for payback
for what you did to my mother last time.”
“Mary – well,
this is an unexpected surprise,” Jane said as she raised her arms, “I guess I’m
not going to be around for some time.”
“And you
would be correct,” she heard Mary say as her arms were taken behind her back
and cuffed together, “open wide.”
“Fnksss,”
Jane said as the rolled up scarf was pulled between her lips, pressing on her
tongue. She knew she had nothing to
worry about – Jane was one of the minors in the game, so she had to go soft on
her captive.
“Your place,
I think,” Mary said behind her as she pushed Jane along, and into the door of
flat 5, stopping for a moment to use the app on both their phones to update
their status before she took Jane into her bedroom.
“One moment,”
Mary said as the cleave gag was removed, and Jane turned round to look at the
young Asian woman. Mary was wearing a
blue halter neck dress, coming down to just above her knees, black stockings
and knee length black leather boots, her long dark hair falling over her
shoulders.
“It was fun
last week with your mother,” Jane said quietly as she smiled, “but you...”
“Had my
twenty first birthday last Monday.”
Jane stopped
for a moment, and then said “ah – AH!”
“Which means
I get to play by the adult rules,” Mary said as she walked around Jane, gently
stroking her waist and bottom, “and my dear mother has taught me so many
amazing new things over the last few months.”
Jane stared
at Mary, the look in her eyes one she had never seen before, and then she
whispered “oh no” as the young woman walked to the wardrobe, and walked in,
taking out her chest – her chest which, by the rules of the game, she had to
leave unlocked.
“Now then,”
Mary whispered as she opened the chest, and looked in, “oh, now this would make
a good start...”
“Mary, you know
this is just a game...”
“Oh I know
that – and I intend to enjoy playing it,” Mary said as she walked behind Jane,
and said “open wide now, like a good little captive.”
“Why,
whthffuugtththtmmmm,” Jane said as the cold steel bar was placed between her
teeth, keeping her mouth open as the chains were taken tightly round her head,
and secured together with a padlock at the base of her neck. The bit gag was very effective, as Mary went
to the chest and returned with a pair of elbow cuffs.
“Hsetlrdd,”
she said as she felt her arms been pulled together behind her back, her elbows
almost touching and her chest forced out before the cuffs around her wrists
were removed and replaced with a pair of leather shackles.
She looked at
Mary as she walked in front of her, and smiled.
“My my – that
does look nice,” she said as she stroked her fingers over Jane’s much more
prominent chest, and then ran her hand down her body, and down the inside of
her thighs, before she pulled the legs of her catsuit up. She was powerless to stop the young woman as
she reached between her legs and released the crotch fastening, and then eased
her catsuit up to her waist, the cool air on her naked crotch making her
shiver.
“You shave
down there – nice,” Mary said as she then unfastened the neck of her catsuit,
and eased the garment up and over her body, leaving her standing in nothing but
her thigh high boots, her chest free and firm.
“Now we just
need to do one little thing before I begin,” Mary said as she walked to the
closet, returning with a spreader bra which she used to secure Jane’s ankles
three feet apart. As she looked up, the older
woman saw the hook in the ceiling, and groaned as she wondered what was going
to happen next.
“Now then,”
Jane said as she looked in the chest and then came back, “ready?”
“Mreepllssshmgddd....”
Jane closed
her eyes and moaned as Mary massaged her chest, looking at her and smiling as
she felt Jane’s breasts firm up, and her nipples harden.
“Mum told me
about what happened last week when you did this to her, with her bound to the
foot of her bed,” Mary said, “and about what happened next.”
“WhpphnnddhgddnnnNNNNNNNN.”
Jane opened
her eyes as Mary fastened the clover clamps onto her firm nipples, and she then
pulled the chain linking them down, using a second chain to secure it to the
spreader bar and forcing Jane to bend over.
As the pain began to subside, and the warmth started to grow in her, she
heard the chain that Mary was fastening around her waist, and then passed
between her legs, the cold links pressing on her sex as Mary fed the chain
through the hook in the ceiling, and then around her wrists shackles, using a
padlock to keep it in place.
“Now then,”
Mary said as she smacked the bare flesh of Jane’s bottom, “as I said, my mother
has taught me so many amazing things, about the art of bondage, and what it is
possible to do when they are secured.”
Jane wriggled
round, the chain rubbing between her legs as she felt the warmth growing, while
Mary said “but you were very cruel to my mother last week, and I think you need
a taste of your own medicine.”
“WhdummnAAAAMMMMMMMMM”
Jane said as Mary took a flogger, and hit her on the buttocks, Jane starting to
moan as the young woman kept up the punishment, hitting Jane on the buttocks,
legs and back as she twisted round, and started to moan with a mixture of pain
and ecstasy. She didn’t know if Mary
fully appreciated what she was doing to her, how hot she was feeling both
outside and within herself.
“This is hard
work,” Mary said as she flogged Jane’s bottom again, and then caressed it with
her hand, “but I think we need to move now to the next stage.”
“Thnstjjjsshmgddd.”
Jane began to
shake as Mary took a vibrator from her chest, turned it on low and then slipped
it under the crotch chain, smiling as she felt how damp her body was, and
placing it so the vibrations worked where it was making her feel more and more
aroused.
“As I said, I
wasn’t going to make it easy for you,” Mary said with a smile, “enjoy your
afternoon.”
“Huurggddd,”
Jane said as she turned her head, watching the young woman walk out with her
hips swaying, and then groaning as she felt the vibrator wield its magic on
her.
For the next
ten minutes, she tried to find some relief, but the device was on so low a
setting, all it did was frustrate her as she tried to move, the chain strappado
holding her in place as the chains moved over her.
“Hggdgddsmnnhlpmmm,”
she called out eventually.
“It will be
my pleasure.”
She suddenly
raised her head, groaning as the clamps pulled on her chest, as the man walked
in. He was a stranger to her, and he
didn’t say anything else, as he walked round behind her, and she felt his firm
hands on her chest, squeezing and massaging her chest as the clamps held form,
her nipples burning.
“Hmmmwhtrudnnn,”
she said as she sensed him kneeling, and then his lips on her bottom. As he kissed her there, she twisted round,
the chain rubbing and pressing the vibrator against her damp, aching clit.
“Plsssdsmfnnn...”
“I will,” she
heard him say as she looked up, and he walked in front of her. Her eyes were misted over, but then she felt
his lips on her chest, gently caressing her as his hands moved the crotch chain
to one side, and she felt his touch on her as the vibrator was removed.
“Hyyysspplssss,”
she said, the desire to find release overriding her fears as to a stranger
doing this, as his lips worked down her body, and then touched her clit. She threw her head back and sighed at this,
and then she felt the gentle pressure of his lips as he kissed her mound, the
shock racing through her as she pressed her body against him.
She then felt
his tongue licking her, lapping up the dampness and juices as she moved against
him, and then slipping inside her, the top touching the most sensitive of
places as she shook again, and she felt the pleasure that was bringing.
“HmmgdddYSSSSSSSS!”
She could
feel the orgasm coming, and pushed herself into his face, forcing his tongue
deeper inside her, finding the pleasure that brought before she screamed again,
the orgasm swallowing her whole as she threw her head back and screamed, the
saliva running down the front of her face.
But she
didn’t care – this man had done what she wanted, and as she let her head fall
forward she quietly said “fnkuu.”
“Oh, don’t
thank me yet,” the men said as she heard the vibrator being turned up, to the
maximum level, and then pushed inside her before the chain was replaced and
tightened. As she shook with pleasure,
she heard the man say “enjoy” and then slip out, her own attention taken by
what was happening to her again and again and again...
2.30 pm
Captive 4 – Mary Liu, 21
“Now then I
wonder where Catherine is,” Mary said as she slipped out of the flat, and
walked to the door of flat 3. She opened
it cautiously and looked inside, before entering – and feeling a hand as it was
clamped over her mouth.
“Well now,
this is not the youngster I was expecting – but you should still consider
yourself captured.”
“Hllleenr,”
Mary said as she raised her hands, before the hand was taken away and her own wrists
were cuffed together behind her back. She
turned round to see forty year old Eleanor standing there. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a
ponytail, and she was wearing a red gymnastics leotard over a pair of black
tights.
“Any last
words before we begin?”
“Can you use
my phone for me?”
“Of course,”
Eleanor said before she pressed a strip of duct tape over Mary’s lips, and then
sent the message on both of their phones.
“Now, then – your room I think.”
“At least I
wasn’t first,” Mary thought as they returned to flat 5, and to her room. As she stood there, Eleanor opened her
wardrobe and found her stock of ropes.
“Now then, I
seem to remember you like this,” the older woman said as she took some ropes,
uncuffed Mary’s wrists and then arranged her arms in a reverse prayer behind
her back, Mary grunting as first her wrists, and then her elbows were held
firmly together with bands of rope around and between her arms. The effect of this was to force her chest
out, but the addition of two bands of rope above and below her chest, as well
as passing the rope under each armpit and around the back of her neck, not only
held her arms immobile but made her dress strain to stay in place over her
breasts.
Mary watched
as Eleanor slowly walked round her, wondering what else she was going to
do. She was flexible enough to take this
form of rope binding, but there was a look in the older woman’s eye that made
Mary wonder if she had seen Kate already.
“Now, I seem
to remember you had your twenty first birthday Mary – is that right?”
“Dmmnehppdudfrgttn,”
Mary said as she slowly nodded.
“Good – then
the full rules can apply,” Eleanor said as she reached round and unclasped the
halter neck fastening of Mary’s dress, the girl gasping through the gag as she
felt it been pulled down her body, eventually falling to the floor. Underneath, she was wearing a white strapless
bra and panties – but these too ended up on the floor, as she stood in her
boots.
“I want you,”
Eleanor said quietly as she stroked her hands over the rope supported breasts,
“to go and sit on your bed, lotus position.
Now.”
Mary nodded
as she walked over and sat down, crossing her legs in front of her so that the
heels of her boots rested on the inside of her knees. She watched as Eleanor took more ropes, and
secure her ankles to her knees, before using more rope to secure those binding
to her chest ropes.
“Hmmm,” she
then said as she knelt on the bed behind Mary, placing her hands on the young
woman’s chest as she gently played with them, “so how does it feel to be
treated as an adult, Mary?”
“Tfflssrlgddd,”
Mary moaned as she closed her eyes. It
did feel good – now she knew what she had been missing.
Reaching
round, Eleanor gently peeled the tape away from Mary’s lips, and then placed
her own on them, kissing her as she groped her bare chest.
“Hmmswtlrrddd,”
Mary moaned as she returned the kiss, and then looked at Eleanor. “I didn’t know you were...”
“It’s a game
Mary – I can be whatever I want to be,” Eleanor said with a smile as she picked
up some more rope and doubled it over.
“Now, open your mouth again.”
“Whtrudnnn,”
Mary whimpered as Eleanor pulled the rope between her lips, the fibres tickling
slightly her tongue as she felt it rub on the corners of her mouth. Eleanor wrapped the rope round once more,
before tying it at the base of her neck and then pulling her head gently back,
securing the rope ends to her chest ropes.
She looked into
Eleanor’s eyes as she felt the older woman’s hands again on her chest, and then
closed her eyes as she felt Eleanor’s lips on her neck and shoulders, the rhythmic
rubbing and the gentle caress of the kisses making her feel very strange
indeed. A nice, warm sort of strange, which
made her smile over the rope as Eleanor sat on her legs, the older woman’s legs
wrapped round her waist.
She then felt
the touch of Eleanor’s lips on her chest, and she let out a low, guttural moan
as the shocks started to run through her, unable to stop them as she felt her
nipples harden, and something else – a warmth inside her between her legs, as
Eleanor kissed and sucked gently on her flesh.
“Hgddssthsswhtslkk,”
she moaned out as she tried to move, only to cry out again as she felt
Eleanor’s fingers play with her petals, and then she squirmed as she felt the
gentle pressure on her more sensitive spots.
“Hgdddcmmnndett,”
she moaned as she tried to move, the ropes making her strange warm feelings
even more intense as Eleanor continued to kiss and play with her. She could feel the storm building, and
wondered how she would react when it was finally released.
“Pllsslltmmmhfnn,”
she moaned out loud as Eleanor pressed gently on her mound, and then climbed
off the bed, smiling as she licked her fingers of the juices from Mary.
“You really
do want this don’t you,” Eleanor said with a smile, Mary unable to do anything
except try to nod in agreement.
“Well, sorry
– I need to go now,” Eleanor said as she changed the app setting on her
phone. “But I am sure you will find a
way to continue – if you can find a way to move.”
“Npplssssuffgttt...”
Mary cried
out in frustration as she heard Eleanor leave her in the room, unable to move
and wishing there was some way someone could just give her that last push...
She heard the
footsteps, and wondered if the game was over, and she was going to be released
– and then she felt the touch of the lips between her legs. With her head pulled back, she had no idea
who it was – only that whoever it was, they were stoking the fire inside her
with a vengeance as their lips caressed her red, moist, sensitive clit and
mound, and their tongue gently stroked up her body.
She shivered
and moaned again, as the kisses returned to her clit, and then she felt the
tongue teasing her, licking her – entering her passage, easing past her petals
as if they were not there as she felt the tip touch inside her – and then
screamed as the first shock of ecstasy ran through her.
This only
increased as their tongue worked gently inside her, and she began to shiver,
the fire burning more and more strongly as she felt the storm growing more and
more intense – and then it burst over her, Mary throwing her head back and
screaming in joy as the orgasm washed over and through her.
It seemed to
last an eternity, prolonged by the kissing and licking, the gentle probing that
continued as she pushed her hips forward, until she finally relaxed and panted
into the soaking wet ropes.
“Fnkuuuhfrrur,”
she finally gasped.
“You’re
welcome.”
The make
voice took her completely by surprise, as she tried to raise her head, leaning
forward as she did so. The man was a
stranger, in his shirt and trousers, but he was smiling, and as he pushed her
onto her back he tied one more rope round her waist, before saying “allow me to
leave you in total ecstasy.”
“whtdummn.. whstht?”
She saw the
large red object in his hand, and then heard the buzzing before he pushed the
vibrator past her petals and into her passage, Mary closing her eyes and
moaning as he brought the crotch ropes up and tied them to her waist. She could feel herself starting to cum again
as the footsteps faded into the distance...
2.30 pm
Captive 5 – Eleanor Page, 40
“Ah the
innocence of youth.”
Eleanor sent
out the signal to say she was back in the game and sneaked out into the
corridor. She knew her daughter had been
the first to be caught, and hoped she was enjoying the downtime as she tried to
decide which flat to go for first. In
the end, she decided to call on Marguerite’s flat and see if her daughter had
come home.
The door to
the flat was open, and as she came in she could hear a slight bussing sound.
“Probably her
refrigerator,” she said to herself as she went into the kitchen – only to stop
as she saw Diana Liu sitting there, sipping some water as she pointed a toy
pistol at her.
“Hello,” the
dark haired Chinese woman said, “kindly raise your hands.”
“Aw damn,”
Eleanor said as she looked at her 42 year old friend stand up. Diana was wearing a red cheongsam with a
split at the sides from waist to floor, red stockings and high heeled shoes.
“I presume
you treated Mary with respect,” Diana said as she moved Eleanor’s hands behind
her back and cuffed her wrists together.
“Of course,”
the captive said before her mouth was covered with tape – a strip Diana had
torn from her own roll of white tape.
“Good – shall
we?”
Eleanor
nodded as she was taken from the flat to her own, both women walking in as they
heard the same buzzing sound.
“Perhaps we
all need to call the supervisor,” Diana said, Eleanor shrugging her shoulders
as she was escorted to her own room. She
stood for a moment as she heard Diana looking for something, and then was
turned round as Diana peeled the tape away from her mouth.
“I think it’s
sumffnnllssshgddd,” she said as a pair of her own panties were pushed into her
mouth, before Diana wound her tape tightly round her head, trapping her hair
against her neck. Eleanor reminded
herself this was a type of tape that would not damage her hair, as she watched Diana
tear the end loose and smooth it down.
She then
produced a long roll of thin cord, smiling as she went behind Eleanor, and used
it to pull her elbows together, passing the cord around and between her arms
before she wound it down and used it to secure her wrists together.
“that is a
good start,” she said before she removed the cuffs, and proceeded to bind
Eleanor’s thumbs and fingers together.
As she tied the cords off, Eleanor could see the way her chest was
pushed out, the material of her leotard barely keeping her chest in.
“Sit down,” Diana
said as she pointed to the side of the bed.
Eleanor nodded as she walked over and sat down, watching as Diana knelt
in front of her, taking a length of thin cord and tying her big toes together,
and then wrapping another length around the arches of her feet to keep them
together. She wondered what her friend
was going to do, before she picked up the cord again, and tied her ankles
tightly together, before winding the rope up her legs to hold them together and
securing them below her knees. She then
mad her sit on the bed with her legs stretched out, and wound the rope up to
the top of her thighs.
“There now,” Diana
said as she tied the ends of the rope off, “very nice. But I’m not done yet.”
Eleanor
swallowed as she saw Diana take another length of rope, and tie it round her
waist, knowing what her friend intended as she left a long length hanging down
from her belly button.
Diana helped
Eleanor to lie on her right hand side, and then fed the ends of the rope
between her legs, Eleanor grunting as she pulled the rope tightly and it
pressed on her crotch, before she tied the ends between her elbows. She then pulled her ankles back, Eleanor
grunting as the ropes tightened, and she secured her ankles above her elbows to
the arm binding.
“Comfy?”
Eleanor shook
her head, unable to speak as she realised her position as a very precarious one
– and then she felt Diana tickling the soles of her feet.
“HMGDDDDNDTHTTHTTT,”
she called out, and for a moment she thought she heard Kate call out – but she
had other things on her mind. Everyone
knew how ticklish she was – and as she struggled on the bed, the rope rubbed on
her crotch, with not a damn thing she could do about it...
The tickling
seemed to go for an age, with Eleanor starting to sweat as well as the dampness
between her legs, and the growing fire in there. Eventually, Diana seemed to notice this and
stop, Eleanor panting as she looked up and said “nwwwhttt?”
“Now you can
cool off,” Diana said as she picked up a pair of scissors. Eleanor was glad she picked her outfits for
these games at a charity shop, as Diana cut away her leotard and then her
tights, the crotch rope sinking into her damp flesh and making her gasp as the
tights were pulled away.
The agony was
only increased as Diana started to use her hands on Eleanor, kneading her
breasts, making her wriggle and rubbing the ropes even more on her crotch, then
using her lips to nibble and tease her on her nipples, her neck, her hands
slipping down and rubbing the rope against her crotch...
“Frrfccsskkkltmmggg,”
she called out, her eyes closed as she started to shake – and then settle down
as Diana stopped teasing her. She panted
into her gag, hoping Diana would do something more – and then she felt her
sucking on her nipples, as she arched her back and tried to push herself over
the edge...
She also
heard a loud moan, but put that down to her imagination as Diana pushed her to
the edge again, Eleanor closing her eyes and hoping it came this time...
“Enjoy your
rest, Eleanor dear...”
“Hnnndntllffmlkths,”
Eleanor pleaded as Mary took her phone out and sent the signal to indicate she
was back in the game. She screamed for
release, sweet release, as Mary blew a kiss and walked out...
As she lay
there, Eleanor wondered if there was any way she could tip herself over, as she
tried to move her legs and arms, but the binding was far too tight, allowing
her little or no movement. All she could
do was lie there, frustrated and wondering what she could do about it...
“You must be
the young lady’s mother.”
She looked at
the tall, thin man who had walked in, shaking as she said “hrruuu?”
“Someone
willing to help you,” he said as he looked at her, and then gently caressed her
chest in his hands, kissing her neck and shoulders as he started to massage
them. As his lips gently worked on her,
and his fingers began to gently knead, any fear she had felt was replaced by one
thought – he could help her.
“Some of your
friends have ended up in similar positions,” he said as he looked at Eleanor,
“I have helped them, so do you desire my help?”
She was
surprised to find herself nodding as she moved, and he moved his head down,
kissing and sucking on her sensitive nipples as he moved his hand between her
legs. Arching her bag and enjoying the
feelings now, she groaned even mode as he sucked, and his hand slipped under
the crotch rope, moving it to one side before he moved down and kissed her on
her mound.
The feeling
was indescribable as she groaned even more, and then she felt his tongue
licking over her, teasing at her, easing past the entrance to her most personal
place and licking her juices as...
When she
finally stopped shaking, she looked at him as he said “thank you – and now a
gift for you.”
“Mdhhtrr...”
“Your
daughter? I visited her early – you can
hear her now.”
Eleanor heard
the scream of pleasure again, as she also heard the sound of buzzing and then
the joy of the vibrator as it was eased into her own passage, the crotch rope
replaced and tightened to keep it where it could do the most for her.
“Forgive me –
I must visit your other friends,” the man said as he walked out, Eleanor
shaking as she urged the next orgasm to come...
Looking in
Kate’s room, he smiled as the teenager looked up at him.
“Your mother
is in her room – ensure you talk to her when this is over,” he said, Kate
nodding as the orgasm started to build again...
3 pm
Captive 6 – Diana Liu, 42
As she
checked her phone, Diana smiled. “Only
four of us left – I wonder if Celestine is at home?”
She made her
way to flat four, smiling as she opened the door and let herself in. There was no sound of anyone at home, so she
walked into the bedroom, smiling as she saw the French woman had left some
jewellery boxes out.
“Well, such
is to be taken,” she said as she stepped forward – and then felt the disc
against her back.
“I set this
trap for the French maid – but it appears I have Madame Liu instead,” a smooth
rich voice said as Diana raised her arms.
“Hello Lisa –
may I be allowed to indicate my fall before we begin?”
“Of course,”
the voice said, Diana nodding as she took her phone out and sent the message
before replacing her phone in her bag, and moving her hands behind her back.
She felt the
metal of the cuffs as they were fastened round her wrists, but that wasn’t
Diana’s main concern. She had been
caught by Lisa – and Lisa did not use tape for her gags. She had something else she liked to use.
“Open wide,
Diana dearest.”
She saw the
large red wiffle ball and nodded feeling the plastic on her tongue and teeth as
it was trapped in with leather going round and over the top of her head. Once it was secured, she was turned round and
saw Lisa Weaver standing in front of her, the fifty year old smiling under her
black wig.
She had
dressed in the classic style of the late Bettie Page – a crisply ironed white
blouse open at the top, with the cuffs turned back, black leather gloves, a
black pencil skirt, seamed stockings and black mid-calf laced boots.
“Nsstshhh?”
“Thank you,”
Lisa said with a smile, “shall we?”
Diana nodded
as the left the flat, and went next door, both of them hearing the soft buzzing
sound.
“The air
conditioning must be broken again,” Lisa said as she escorted Diana to her own
bedroom, closing the door before she uncuffed her friend’s wrists.
“All right,
we need to get you secure now,” Lisa said quietly, “sit on your bed please
Diana, up against the headboard, and out your hands on your head.”
The bed was a
large brass bed, and as Diana took up her position, her back against the brass
headstand, she wondered what Lisa was going to do.
The older
woman smiled as she opened Diana’s wardrobe, and removed several lengths of
rope. Waling to the side of the bed, she
moved her left arm and stretched it out so that her wrists was against the
headstand, and then lashed it tightly to the metal with a length of cord. A second length was tied round her arm at her
elbow, before Lisa moved to her right arm and secured it in place as well.
“Comfy,” she
then said as she sat on the bed, pushing Diana’s legs slightly apart, her red
lips smiling as she used two more lengths of rope to secure her shoulders
against the metal stand. Diana nodded,
and then groaned as Lisa gently kissed her neck.
“Well, I
think if the air conditioning is playing up, we need to make sure you don’t get
too hot,” Lisa said as she unfastened the cheongsam and opened it up, revealing
the red lace bra and panties, as well as the garter belt holding up Diana’s red
stockings.
“Very nice,”
Lisa said as she stroked her gloved finger down Diana’s chest, smiling as Diana
moaned and nodded, and then moaned more as Lisa started to kiss her chest and
neck.
“Hmmsmnsss,”
Diana said as Lisa unfastened her bra and listed it up, her gloved hands
playing with and caressing her chest as she continued to kiss her friend’s
neck.
“Just let me
do something,” Lisa whispered as she moved off the bed, and took another length
of rope. Diana watched as she tied it
round her left leg, just above her knee, and then the rope was pulled back,
spreading her leg out before Lisa tied it to the leg at the top of the bed.
Repeating the
process on the other side, Diana was helpless to stop Lisa as she took a pair
of nail scissors, and cut her panties away.
She then knelt on the bed in front of her captive, and whispered “now,
what am I going to do to you?”
“Wtffrruwnt?”
“Exactly,”
Lisa said as she pressed her hands on Diana’s chest, groping her as she moved
them round and used her lips to cover the woman’s neck and throat with her
kisses. Diana leaned her head back,
groaning as she felt the fire start within her, and then increase as Lisa
started to use her lips on her chest, feeling her nipples harden as Lisa sucked
and kissed gently.
“Oh yes – I
know you like this,” she whispered before she ran her tongue over Diana’s
nipples, and then sucked again, before she went back to massaging them as she
kissed her gagged mouth, Diana unable to stop herself as she returned the kiss,
rubbing the waffle ball on Lisa’s lips.
“Shall I?”
Diana nodded
as she felt the leather gloved hand on her crotch, stroking and pressing
against her body as she pressed herself against it, groaning as she felt the
fire burning brighter and stronger as Lisa continued to kiss her lips, her neck,
her chest, her stomach...
“Oh dear –
you need this don’t you?”
“Hmggdysss,”
Diana nodded as she opened her eyes.
“Pity the
rules don’t allow it,” Lisa said as she backed off the bed, Diana looking at
her with pleading eyes. “Maybe another
time?”
“Ucnllffmlkthsss,”
Diana pleaded, Lisa smiling as she sent a signal on her app. “Have fun,” she said quietly as she left
Diana on the bed.
As she sat
there, for a moment she thought she heard Mary screaming in pleasure, but it
was a strange muted sound, so she put it down to her imagination as she
wondered how long she was going to be like this.
“Well, this
is a most inviting sight.”
She looked at
the tall, thin man standing in the doorway, and screamed “HHTTFKKRU?”
“The man who
will give you release,” he said as he walked slowly over, and climbed onto the
bed, Diana unable to move or stop him as he placed his lips on her neck. As his hands massaged her chest, any fear
Diana had was quickly replaced by a fire as she groaned, and then as she felt
his lips move down and across her chest – and then the strong suction as he
played with her nipples made her moan even more – especially as he put his hand
at her crotch and gently played with her down there.
“HHknnhllflsssgddd...”
“Does it
indeed,” the man said as he looked at her, “shall I continue?”
Diana nodded,
unable to stop herself as he used his fingers to arouse her even more, his lips
to make her even harder, even more as she tried to move around, and then she
felt his lips moving down her body.
“He’s not
going to.... OH MY GOD!” she thought to
herself as she felt his lips on her mound, his tongue gently licking her,
taking her juices into his mouth as she groaned and pushed her pelvis out.
When she felt
his tongue on her petals, she realised something was going to happen, and there
was nothing she could do to stop it. But
he made no motions, gave no signs he was going to remove his pants, perhaps....
“HHHHHHYYYYYYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”
She felt his
tongue as it eased past her petals and into her, shaking as he touched her
g-spots with the tip of it, and then worked her passage, so intense the
feelings that she immediately shook and had an orgasm, screaming into the
waffle gag as she found that release she so desperately needed.
And still he
kept going, taking her through the shock and the tremors before he gently brought
her back down, kissing and licking all the time until her head slumped over.
“This has
been a most remarkable afternoon,” she heard the man say as a length of rope
was passed round her waist, “I so look forward to meeting the other players.”
“Uffsnsllfsss?”
“Oh yes,” the
man said.
“Mdhtrrr?”
He nodded as
she looked up, and then felt him ease the rope under her bottom. Now she knew what the buzzing they had heard
was – especially as it started anew, and then she felt the vibrator as it was
pushed into her passage, the crotch rope tightly secured to keep it in place.
“Enjoy,” the
man said quietly as he moved off.
“Wttt –
brnmdhtrtmmm?”
“Are you
sure?”
Diana nodded
as the man left the room, returning as he carried the ball tied and rope gagged
Mary in his arms. She looked up as the
man sat her in front of her mother, and said “Mmm?”
“Usswwlll?”
Mary nodded
before yet another orgasm took her and she shook, Diana following suit as the
man left them together...
3.30 pm
Victim 7 – Lisa Weaver, 50
As Lisa
stepped out of the flat, she checked the app on her phone.
“Only
Celestine and Catherine left,” she said to herself, “I think I have time to go
to my place and get a drink of water first.”
She walked
back into her own flat, smiling as she went to the kitchen and took a bottle of
water from the fridge. Unscrewing the
top, she took a long drink and then smiled.
“Forgive me
Madame, but I must ask you to put the bottle down and put your hands behind
your back.”
“Damn,” Lisa
said quietly as she took her phone out and set her status to captured, and then
put her hands behind her back, feeling the metal as they were cuffed
together. She then saw one of her own red
ball gags as it was dangled in front of her, and allowed the woman to push the
ball behind the teeth, the leather straps tightly fastened around her head and
trapping her hair underneath.
As she turned
round, she saw Celestine Baudin in front of her, the 45 year old wearing the
stereotypical French maid’s outfit, complete with head band. The skirt was short, and the black fishnet
stockings held up by a garter belt.
“Shall we
head to your room,” she said with a smile, Lisa nodding as they walked through
the flat and into her bedroom.
“Snnwwhtt,”
Lisa said as she turned round, and Celestine closed the door.
“Now, I make
sure you cannot escape,” Celestine said as she stood in front of Lisa, and very
slowly started to unbutton her blouse, revealing her black bra before she
slipped it down her back. “After all, I
must ensure you are happy, oui?”
Lisa shivered
as her friend walked behind her, and stroked her arms, before gently kissing
her shoulders and neck.
“Sit on the
bed.” As she said this, Celestine
unzipped Lisa’s skirt, letting it fall to the floor and revealing her panties
and stockings. Lisa walked slowly over,
stepping out of the skirt and then sitting down as Celestine knelt and started
to bind her ankles tightly together, the rope going around and between her
legs.
As Celestine
bound her legs together below her knees, she smiled as he hands stroked over
Lisa’s legs. Once the rope was secured,
she walked behind her and released her wrists, before bringing them together in
front of her, hands palm to palm as she started to bind them together with more
rope.
To her
surprise, Celestine then bound her arms together at her elbows, before making
her sit on the bed so that her forearms sat on top of her lower legs.
“Whtrrudnnnn,”
she said quietly as the maid then tied her wrists to her ankles, and her arms
to her legs, so that she was forced to lean over as if she was bending.
“Comfy?”
“Ntrlleee
HHNNNNN!”
Lisa was
unable to stop Celeste as she tipped her onto her back, making her look over as
she took a large leather paddle and looked at Lisa.
“Ready,
Cherie?”
“RddefrhwttMMMM”
Lisa said as Celestine brought the paddle down hard on her bottom, smiling as
she rubbed the flesh, and then smacked the leather down on it again.
Lisa was
helpless to stop the French woman as she smacked her again and again, the
initial pain easing over time with each stroke to a sense of arousal, of
helplessness taken advantage of as she longed for the spanking to continue, and
she closed her eyes in anticipation.
She was
edging closer and closer to the edge as she did so, until she hoped she would
be allowed to explode – but as Celestine stopped, she said “I must go – I need
to win today’s contest.”
“Dntlffmnthswww...”
“Enjoy,”
Celestine said as she gently caressed Lisa’s bottom, making her moan before she
walked off, leaving the older woman alone.
After a few
minutes, she heard footsteps – but they weren’t the click of high heels. She looked to the door and opened her eyes as
a tall, thin man walked in and said “hello there. Comfy?”
“Hrrruuu?”
“The man who
has come to give you sweet release,” he said as he walked over and gently
caressed her bottom, at the same time kissing her neck and the top of her
chest. Lisa knew she should be screaming
for help, but just those two little things started the fire burning in her
again, as she closed her eyes and moaned.
That moaning
only increased as he pulled her bra up and off her chest, his lips encircling
and alternatively kissing, then sucking on her nipples, making them harder as
he continued to caress her bottom, and then slipped his hand under her panties,
massaging her bare flesh.
“Hshhttttplsdttt,”
she moaned as she squirmed round, feeling him pull her panties up her legs as
his lips travelled down. It was all he
could do to raise her head as his lips moved across her belly, then over her
mound and gently caressed her clit, his tongue stroking over it as she moaned.
The next
twenty minutes were like a blur to her as he took her to the edge, then moved
back and took her close again, until he finally allowed her to tip over the
edge, Lisa throwing her head back and screaming as she shook in passion and
ecstasy, her juices gently licked away as he used his tongue and lips on her
not once, but twice.
Eventually,
he stood up and looked at her as she opened her eyes, and then felt the
vibrator as it was pushed into her, her body shaking again as he pulled her
panties down, and covered her, before easing her bra back into place. She watched as he selected one of her special
ball gags, one that fitted with a padlock, before he smiled at her.
“I always
liked Irving Klaw,” he said quietly as he left, Lisa starting to shake again as
she was left there...
4 pm
Victim 8 – Celestine Baudin, 45
“And then
there were two,” Celestine said as she left the apartment, looking down the
corridor. She could hear an increasingly
loud buzzing sound, but there was no sign of her opponent.
“I wonder how
the others have been left,” she said to herself as she walked slowly down the
corridor, not hearing the fire exit door open behind her – but she soon felt
the circle against her back, as a young Mexican voice said “I think I win –
please, Madame Baudin, put your hands behind your back.”
“I believe
you do,” she said as she moved her hands behind her, and she felt the cuffs
fastening around her wrists. Looking at
the knotted blue scarf that was in front of her face, she nodded and opened her
mouth, the slight taste of perfume on her tongue as the knot was pulled behind
her teeth, and the band tied round her head.
She turned
round to look at eighteen year old Catherine Chavez, her dark hair platted in
two pigtails. She was wearing a tight
white blouse, showing off her chest, a very short pleated black leather skirt,
four inch heeled black shoes and stockings.
“Shall we go
to your flat,” she said quietly, Celestine nodding as they walked to flat 4,
Catherine opening the door as they walked to her bedroom. On the way, Catherine went to the kitchen and
collected a four legged high stool, taking that with them and placing it in the
centre of the bedroom floor.
She walked Celestine
over and stood her by two of the legs, fetching some lengths of rope and tying
the French woman’s ankles and knees to the stool legs, so that they were spread
and held firmly in place.
“Bend over,”
Catherine then said as she made Celestine lean forward, uncuffing her wrists
and moving her arms against the other two legs, before securing them to the
chair at her wrists and elbows. This has
the effect of lifting her short skirt up, exposing her black silk panties.
“Now, I know I
am the baby of the group,” Celestine said quietly, “and therefore, you know I
cannot do anything sexual, right?”
“Thsrhttt,”
Celestine mumbled, smiling over the knot of silk.
“On the other
hand,” Celestine said, “do you remember the time you caught me stealing a
cookie, and you spanked my bottom with a slipper, even though I said I was too
old to be spanked?”
“Thwwwssalnggtmmgg...”
“Oh I know,”
Catherine said as she slowly pulled Celestine’s panties down, “but I haven’t
forgotten, and I know you are not too old to spank.”
“WhtdummnnNNNN,”
Celestine said as Catherine brought the sole of one of her slippers down hard
on her bottom, making her jump.
“So I think
you need a good spanking,” Catherine said as she brought the slipper down
again.
And again.
And again.
With each
stroke, Celestine made a noise, a yelp to start with, but as the spanking
continued, they softened as she began to be more and more aroused, the heat of
each smoke stoking the fires within her.
She wondered if the young girl doing this had any real idea what she was
doing to her with this – but given her mother, she figured that wasn’t the
case.
“Dkknwwwhtthsdstmmm,”
she moaned out after a last, hard strike.
“Teach you a
lesson,” Catherine said as she pulled Celestine’s panties back up, and patted
her bottom, the French woman closing her eyes and moaning as she did so. “And I hope you have learned it. Let me go and enjoy my victory before I see
where my mother has got to.”
Celestine
turned and watched as the young Mexican girl walked out, groaning as she
wondered how long she would be left like that.
So when she felt the hands caressing her bottom again, she hoped it was
her coming to finish the job.
“Hello.”
“Wtththhhlll,”
she said as she turned to see the tall, thin man behind her, pulling her
panties down and caressing her bottom with his hands. Somehow, the touch wasn’t harsh, but soft,
gentle – and the way he moved his hands over her just seemed to stoke up the
fires again.
“Have you
been a naughty girl,” he said as he spanked her, and she called out
“ysssss.” She felt his caress again, and
then a smack, the touch alternating as she started to wriggle round.
But it was
the feel of his lips as he kissed her bottom that made Celestine give out a
low, long moan as she felt his hands moving between her legs, and stroking over
her mound. It was damp and sensitive,
and his fingers seemed to know just where to touch her as his lips did the
same.
She groaned
more and more as his fingers worked on her, so close was she to the edge that
when she finally threw her head back and had an orgasm, it was the most blessed
relief rather than a shock.
“Forgive me
if I do not stay longer,” the man said as he tied a rope round her waist and
between her legs, making it sink between her lips, “but I have a victor to
visit, and she may decide to leave. First,
a present.”
She welcomed
the vibrator as he slipped it into her, the rope keeping it in place, the sensations
working on her instantly as he walked out, but she had only one thought.
What was Catherine
going to have done to her?
4.30 pm
Victim 9 – Catherine Chavez, 18
“We are the
champions, my friend, and we keep on fighting to the end...”
As Catherine
checked the app, she smiled and punched the air as she realised she was the
winner of the game that day. Returning
to her flat, she passed her mother’s room and sat down on the bed, smiling as
she dialled a number on her mobile phone.
“Nikki? It’s Cathy – what are you up to at the
moment?”
“Not a lot,”
the voice said, “why?”
“Well, if you
can get over here,” Catherine said as she lay back, “I can guarantee at last an
hour of complete peace, and no disturbances from anyone.”
“Really? Sounds
fun – give me an hour?”
“You got it,”
Catherine said with a smile as she ended the call. Standing up, she said to herself “I wonder
how Mum was left,” before she walked to the room of her door. As she stepped out, however, she was shocked
to have a large hand clamped over her mouth, as a male voice said
“congratulations – now it is time for your reward.”
“Whhhhtthlllruuu?”
“Relax – I
don’t want to hurt you,” he said as he walked her back into her bedroom, “I
already visited all the other players – but as the winner, you get my full
attention. Now, do exactly what I tell
you, understand?”
Catherine
nodded as he said “good – when I let go, be quiet, and put your arms behind
your back.”
“Who... Who
are you? Is this a robbery?” Catherine was whispering as she felt the man
fold her arms behind her, her elbows resting in the palms of her hands, before
she felt the rope around each wrist as it was bound to the opposite elbow.
Catherine had
to admire his skill as he secured her forearms together, and then wrapped more
rope around her upper arms and chest, framing her chest above and below, and
then from the sides. She noticed the way
her chest was forced out, as he said “sit on your bed, and do not resist me.”
“I have a
choice,” Catherine said as she sat down and looked at him. He was the same age as her mother, as far as
she could tell, in a shirt and pants.
“You... You did this to my mother?”
“No – one of
your friends did that,” he said as he bent her left leg, and tied he rankle to
her thigh, taking the rope around and between her limb to lock it in
place. He walked round the bad and did
the same thing to her right leg, before tying another band of rope around each
leg below her knee as well.
“Okay – I’m
going nowhere,” Catherine said nervously, “now what?”
“Now – I give
you your reward. One thing first
though...”
“What,” she
said as she looked at him – and then her eyes shot open as he kissed her mouth,
pressing and rubbing her lips on her. As
he moved back, she opened her mouth to speak – only to be silenced as he pushed
Lisa’s ball gag into her mouth, taking the straps round her head and fastening
them with the padlock.
“Hmmgdddd,”
she said as he looked at her, and then gently kissed her neck and shoulders,
his hands at the same time starting to gently massage her chest.
“Whtrrudnngggg...”
“Hush,” the
man said quietly as he kissed her neck and throat, and then slowly unbuttoned
her blouse, which was threatening to burst open anyway. Catherine gasped as her chest was freed – and
then even more as he slipped her bra up, and placed his hands on her bare
breasts, gently kneading and massaging as he watched her eyes glaze over.
She was
helpless, unable to stop him, and somehow she wasn’t afraid – his voice, his
manner, his gentle touch... But that
touch was making her feel so strange, so different from all the other times she
had been bound and silenced in the games.
Her chest was firming up, she could see her nipples growing larger, and
his kisses made her feel so strange inside...
He then
started to kiss her chest, as Catherine moaned softly. Whatever he was doing was making her hot,
shaking, as if she had a fever – and then she felt him gently sucking on her
nipples, and she heard herself say “hmmggdddwhtsthdnnn.”
She squirmed
round, feeling the dampness on her panties as he kissed, sucked and played with
her nipples, his hands holding her chest from underneath as he did so, and she
felt the warmth growing stronger and stronger.
What was happening to her? What
was he doing to make her feel like this?
“Plssssdnttt...”
“I’m not
going to,” he said quietly as she felt his fingers stroke up her panties, and
she shivered in response, “but I will show you pleasure.”
She wondered
what he meant by that, as he took a pair of scissors from her bedside table and
snipped at the sides of her panties, removing them as the cool air hit her
clit. He then stroked his hand gently
over it as he kissed and sucked her chest, Catherine almost collapsing at the
rush of feelings this created.
“Hmmmmmmwhtshpnnntmmm,”
she moaned as the fire grew inside her, and then she watched as he moved slowly
down, his lips touching her belly, her waist, her...
“AHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNN”
she called out as she felt his lips on her mound, and then gently kissing and
caressing her crotch, her petals parting as if it was welcoming something
new. He could feel him kissing her there
as she involuntarily pushed her pelvis up, and she felt his lips part, his
tongue stroking over as she suddenly realised she was damp there from something
else.
Catherine
closed her eyes, wondering what was happening as she sunk into a pool of
pleasure at the stroke of his tongue, and then she felt it move inside her, and
she jumped at the touch where no one had touched her before.
This didn’t
stop him as he kept kissing and using his tongue, his hands caressing her chest
as she started to shake, and she wondered what was....
“HMMSMSTTGGDDDDDD!”
she screamed out as she had her first real orgasm, her body quivering and
shaking as she moved round – but the man kept kissing and licking, until she
collapsed on the bed, a thin line of drool running down her chin.
“There –
wasn’t that nice?”
She slowly
opened her eyes and nodded, barely noticing the rope as he tied it round her
waist before pulling it up between her legs, and then slipped a working
vibrator where his tongue had just been, making her shake again as the bussing
noise filled the room.
“Whhhh....”
“Because you
deserved it,”
She looked at
him as she felt the same sensations building again, and he smiled at her. “I’m sure your girlfriend will free you,” he
said quietly, “and then you can find the others. Have fun.”
“HmmmmbtwwhhhSHHTTTTTTTTTTT”
She felt
another orgasm start to build, her eyes closed as he slipped out of the room.
“Cathy? You in your room? The door was open so I came right...”
As Catherine
calmed down from her fifth orgasm, she looked at the door and saw Nikki
standing there. She realised she must
look like a character in a Japanese adult Anime, as she looked over and said
quietly “hllpppmmm...”
“Well now –
it appears you’ve had yourself turned into a kinky present. I don’t know who you got to do this, but – I
LOVE it!”
“Wht? Nnnkekeeesnntagmmm...”
“Hush,” Nikki
said as she kissed her girlfriend’s sweaty forehead, “remember when you told me
about these games?”
Catherine
looked at her, and then her eyes opened wide.
She did remember, and she remembered what Niki had said...”
“I said, if
you were ever left helpless in front of me, I would accept the present, and
leave you to enjoy the position, and me to enjoy watching you, for two
hours. Remember?”
Catherine
nodded, and then shook her head. “Nuuddnntndrstnddd...”
“I’m going to
enjoy this,” Nikki said as she kissed Catherine’s forehead, “let me go and get
a drink.”
As she left
the room, Catherine started shaking again, knowing this would be her state for
the next two hours – and that was true for everyone else, if they were the
same...
Epilogue – Monday night
The nine
women looked at each other across the room.
When Nikki finally released Catherine, and learned what had happened,
they had called the police before going round the flats – once they had
released Catherine’s mother from her wardrobe.
Nothing had
been stolen, everything as still there – but there was a different feeling
between the women as they looked at each other.
“So we’re
agreed,” Lisa eventually said, all of them nodding in agreement.
“We’re agreed
– the rules are changed,” Jane said, “all bets are off...”
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