Denise and I
Denise and I had shared a flat since our final year
at college – and over that time we’ve come to be really good friends, sharing a
lot of the same interests and frankly none of the same boyfriends.
Actually, truth to tell, we never really had
boyfriends – we had friends who were boys, but nothing like a real
boyfriend. I guess I didn’t feel I was
missing much – and then one night, everything changed.
Denise stand about three inches taller than me, but
we both have long blonde hair. We had
been out for a birthday meal with some friends, and for some reason we had
dressed in the same way – an open necked blouse, leggings and brown boots. I had on a blue blouse and burgundy red
knee length boots, while Denise had on a pink blouse and dark brown boots.
Anyway, as I said, we’d been out for a meal, and
got back to our flat at about nine. I
unlocked the door, let myself in – and was pulled in by a young man who was
waiting inside. He out his hand over my
mouth, and I could see the gun he was holding as he told Denise to come in, and
close the door, as if everything was all right.
She nodded and did just that, raising her hands and
saying we weren’t going to do anything to stop him. She then said I would do as he said as well,
if he would let me go. I was never so glad
when he let go of me, and I stood beside her, putting my hands in the air as
well.
He could not have been much older than us, but he
was unshaven, and he was wearing what was clearly a prison outfit – joggers,
t-shirt, trainers, with HMP stamped on them.
Looking at us, he said he didn’t want to hurt us, but he needed a place to
stay the night.
He then ordered us to go into the front room, and
as we went in we could see he had already had a good search round. He also had a carrier bag on the floor, and
we could see rope sticking out of the top of it. Looking at each other, we could see we both
feared what was coming.
Looking at us, he told us both to face each other,
and then he handed each of us a length of rope.
I asked what this was for, but all he said was he wanted to make sure we
could not move or raise the alarm, and told us to toe the rope round our
waists. Denise nodded and we did as he
asked – but I was surprised to find half the rope was left.
The man told us to let that fall to the floor, and
then to put our arms round each other’s waist.
I honestly had no idea what was going to happen, as he walked behind
Denise and I felt him pulling my arms tighter round her.
I looked up at her, and saw her smile as she said
this was a little – uncomfortable. I
could also feel some rope rubbing on my skin as he bound my wrists tightly
together – and because I was smaller, I could not look to see what was…
Denise suddenly gasped, and I had no idea why – all
I knew was the man was tying the rope round my wrists. She lowered her head and looked at me, with
the strangest glint in her eye, as he walked behind me, and I felt her arms
being pulled tighter round my waist.
Looking up at her, I could feel her hug – I had to
call it that, as a way of controlling my fear – and then I felt the man reach
between my legs. Suddenly, I realised
what he was doing, but before I could say anything IO felt the rope pressing
between my legs, as he pulled that long length between my legs and back up, and
then tied them to…
Oh no – as I slowly pulled my wrists up, Denise
sighed and looked at me again, and then I felt the rope rubbing on me as she
moved her wrists as well. I moved them
back down and whispered “sorry” as I looked at her – but she just smiled, and
said nothing.
No really – she said nothing, because he had walked
behind her, and pulled one of my red bandanas, which he had rolled up into a
band, and pulled it between her lips, so that she was smiling over that as he
tied it round her head. He then did the
same to me, with a black rolled up cotton headscarf, before he made us both
kneel.
You would think kneeling was easy enough, even when
some bloke has tied you to your flatmate – but as we moved, our wrists moved,
and as our wrists moved the rope rubbed, and as it rubbed it felt as if
something was making an electric current run through me – not to hurt me, but
just to make me feel strange and tingly…
I could feel him using more of the rope to tie my
ankles together, the leather of my boots squeaking as my legs moved, and then I
watched him walk round both of us, presumably to secure Denise’s ankles as
well. He then stood up, and smiled as he
said something about going to lie down for a little while, and don’t go
anywhere?
Seriously?
As we turned our heads and watched him walk out of the room, I grunted
and struggled a little – and then realised what I was doing as Denise let out a
long, low moan. I looked up at her, and
said “msreee.”
“Dntbbb – dttgn.”
I looked at her and raised an eyebrow, then slowly
moved my wrists up and down, Denise closing her eyes and nodding as she
wriggled round. My head was just above
her chest at this point as her breasts rubbed on my chin. I moved my head to get that out of the way –
but that meant my cheek was rubbing on her chest as well.
I wasn’t sure why, but it felt good to me, and I
pressed my cheek onto her. She grunted
as I looked up, and nodded as she started to move her wrists as well. That made the rope rub on my leggings – well,
between my legs under my leggings, but the rhythmic way she was moving was
making me feel faint as well – and encouraging me to do the same to her.
It was more than that, however – as she kept moving
the rope, I could feel a dampness and a warmth there. A warmth that seemed to get stronger for the
monger she did it, as I heard her groan again.
Only… No,
that wasn’t her groaning, I realised. It
was me. It was me groaning, as she
joined in and we both started to wriggle round as well. That made several things happen at once.
First, the ropes rubbed more, which made the
dampness increase, the electricity flow get stronger, and the warmth inside me
grow brighter and stronger.
Secondly, my head rubbed against Denise’s chest,
and I felt as if she was enjoying it, as she pressed against me.
And thirdly, I felt her lips touch my head as she
leaned over me, and then seemed to go limp as she groaned again. She started to move her wrists faster, move
them up higher, and I responded in kind, loving the way it was making me feel
as the fire grew stronger and stronger.
A fire that was making me shiver, a fire that was making me sweat, get
damper, as the ropes rubbed more and more…
I suddenly started to shake violently, and closed
my eyes as I threw my head back, wondering why I suddenly felt so good, why I
was enjoying being held captive in this way – and then I felt Denise’s lips on
mine, and I opened my eyes to see her close hers, and shake violently, her
chest rubbing on me.
When she opened them again, she looked at me, and I
looked into her deep blue eyes as she smiled over the rolled up scarf. I saw the damp stain that was growing between
her lips, and motioned for her to move her head to the side, as I tried to use
my lips and teeth to pull the scarf out.
It seemed to take an age, but eventually I managed
to ease the scarf out, the damp cloth falling on her chest as she worked her
mouth. Looking at me, she said to move
my head to the side, and she used her own teeth to slowly ease the scarf out
from my own mouth.
I asked her if she was all right, and she nodded –
and then asked if she had enjoyed what we had done as much as she had. I nodded, but said nothing, as she looked
into my own eyes, and then kissed me on my lips.
I… I
responded, kissing her back as we kept our lips together for a few minutes,
enjoying this sensation of expressing how we felt to each other. When we moved our heads back, we looked at
each other, and then I rested my head on her chest, wondering what was going
on, wondering if this was right, wondering…
We both looked over to the door as our ‘host’ came
in, looking at us and the wet scarves as they rested round our necks, and then
said he was glad he came in before we had called for help. He also said he needed to make sure we really
could not raise the alarm while he got as far away as possible.
We looked at each other, wondering what he meant as
he untied us – including the ropes between our legs. As we slowly stood up, I saw the large damp
patch between her legs, and felt with my hand the patch on my own.
“Take each other’s blouse off.”
We looked at him as he picked up the gun, and I
slowly unbuttoned Denise’s blouse, revealing her white bra as I did so – and I
could not help noticing her nipples were fairly prominent under the cuff. Slipping it down her arms, I then stood as
she slowly unbuttoned my blouse, her smile calming me as I felt it slip down my
arms, and heard it drop to the floor.
“Now the boots and the leggings.”
Denise nodded as I knelt down, slowly pulling down
the zips on her boots and helping her to step out of them, revealing the cutest
pink ankle socks. I then reached up and
slowly pulled her leggings down, revealing a pair of white panties with a dark
damp patch at her crotch, and then eased them off her feet, feeling her legs
with my fingers as I did so.
“Her turn.”
Denise nodded as I stood up, and I felt her hands
as she unzipped and removed my boots, and then her fingers as she slowly pulled
my leggings down. I was now standing in
a pink bra and undies – very damp panties – as well as pink ankle socks, but it
was the feel of her firm hands, her long slender fingers as she stripped me of
my clothing…
Standing up, Denise smiled as he ordered me to take
off the rest of her clothes. I nodded as
I reached round and removed her bra, seeing her firm breasts, her prominent
nipples, her pale skin…
“Keep going.”
I had lost myself for a moment, so I knelt down
again and slipped her socks off, before I pulled down her panties, standing as
I held them in my hand, fascinated by how they looked, how they smelt, how they…
“Put them in your mouth.”
I looked at him, and then at Denise, before I
folded her panties, opened my mouth, and put them in. I could taste her now, taste her juices, the
juices I had helped her to produce, the juices I had taken great pleasure in
helping her to produce…
“Whtnnwnww,” I said, but he just nodded to Denise,
who reached round and unhooked my own bra, her fingers making me quiver
slightly as she touched me there. She
looked at me and smiled again, saying it would be all right as she knelt down
and removed my socks, and then my panties.
Standing up, she looked at me, folding my panties and then smelling them
before she put them into her own mouth, closing her lips as she said “utsstns.”
I felt myself blush as the man took a length of
rope, and pulled my wrists behind my back, binding them tightly together as he
passed it around and between my limbs.
He then took a roll of duct tape, tore a strip off and stuck it firmly
over my mouth, reinforcing it with two more strips. He then bound Denise’s wrists, and pressed
tape over her mouth, before he picked up a much longer length. I watched as he wound it round her body, bands
above and below her chest, forcing her breasts up and out. He did something behind her back, and then
passed the rope under one arm, up and around the back of her neck, and under
the other arm. As she wriggled round,
her breasts looked so inviting…
I was so transfixed, so unsure of what was going
on, that I barely noticed as my own arms were pulled into my sides, and framing
my own chest, forcing it out as Denise watched.
I then felt them tighten, and looked down before he ordered us to walk
into the bedroom.
We went into my room, as he forced us to lie face
down on my double bed. Denise and I
could only look at each other as he crossed and tied our bare ankles, secured
our legs below our knees, and then pulled our ankles back, securing them to our
chest ropes.
As we heard him walk away, and the front door
opening and closing, we rolled onto our sides and looked at each other. Denise seemed to be staring into my soul,
before she shuffled over, and once again gently pressed her lips against mine,
tape to tape.
It felt so good, as I returned the kiss, and we
rubbed our mouths against each other, our chests rubbing together, the ropes
almost seeming to caress them as we did so. I felt that warmth between my legs
again, as I moved my head down and rubbed my taped over lips on her firm, warm
chest, looking up at her as she nodded.
I wanted nothing more than to show her how I felt,
so I shuffled back for a moment, and started to rub the side of my cheek on my
duvet. As I did so, Denice, rolled onto
her other side and looked over her shoulder, shuffling down as I kept rubbing
my cheek, and then I felt her fingers stroking gently over my sex.
I groaned at the softness of her touch, at the
delicacy, at the way it felt as I moved round, and as the edge of the tape
began to catch on the duvet cover. I
stopped for a moment as I felt her move her hands there, and let out a muffled
sigh, and then she let her fingers slip past my pliant petals, entering my
passage as I slowly felt the duct tape come away from my face.
It was bloody difficult though, as she was sending
me oh so quickly back to the edge of reason with the way she was playing with
me. I was sweating, twisting round as
she worked on me, and the tape came ever so slowly away…
And then she touched a G-spot, and I screamed out,
making her giggle as she touched me there again. And again.
And again… It was all I could do
to keep calm as I managed to pull the tape away, but before I could do anything
else, my whole body shook, and I let out a loud noise as I came all over her
hand.
Eventually, she stopped and rolled over as I looked
at her, and slowly pushed her panties out of my mouth. “Thank you,” I said quietly, and then I moved
over, and kissed her gagged lips again, before moving down and kissing her
chest, my lips enclosing her nipples on each side in turn, my tongue dancing
over their firmness as I gently sucked, and heard her groans of appreciation.
I looked up at her and kept going, before I
shuffled still further down. I wanted to
show her how much I appreciated what she had done, and given my current
position, there as only one way I could.
As I looked at her, she too had started to rub the side of her cheek on
the duvet – but I was not going to use my fingers to distract her.
I had a much better idea, as my lips touched her
Mound of Venus, and she started to shake, her juices staring to flow as I used
my lips and tongue on her…
Denise looked at me as the edge of my own panties
slipped from her lips, and said “so – how about that then?”
“Do you want to kiss me again,” I said, and she
nodded as we locked lips, wriggling in the ropes as our bodies rubbed against
each other. It felt right, I felt
complete – and I wanted to enjoy every second of our situation.
The man turned out to be an escaped prisoner – her
was captured three days later, but by then Denise and I had made certain
arrangements for each other.
Arrangements for fun and getting to know each other much, much
better. Tonight, it’s my turn – I have a
black cat suit and velvet gloves ready, as well as ropes and scarves to make
sure she enjoys every second…
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