The Last Day
of Summer
It was the end
of August, the last day of the summer camps that we had been helping to run for
the last ten weeks. It was a good way to
spend the summer break, a chance to meet new people and make new friends, and I
was going to miss some of them, not so much others.
As we started
to wave the kids away with their parents, I looked round, and then I saw Bev
looking at me, smiling as well. Bev was
the same age as me, and yet in many ways was so different. She was from Birmingham, and had dark skin
the colour of chocolate, but she was a good looking woman as well – long black
hair, often held back with a white head band, and dressed as all the camp
workers were in a polo shirt and shorts.
As for me, I
was a student at Cambridge, the daughter of an earl, and I guess privileged –
but I hoped I wasn’t seen a snob by the others.
Still, I watched Bev as she walked over, and said “guess the last of
them will be leaving soon. Looking
forward to the party tonight?”
I nodded,
feeling the red bandana move over my red hair as I did so. “I am actually – because I get to wear
something different for the night.”
“Yeah, me too,”
Bev said with a smile, “more parents – here we go again…”
Stepping out of
the shower, I towelled my hair dry as my fellow workers made their way out and
sat on the bed looking at the dress I had laid out. It was made of blue denim, strapless with a tiered
top – but perfect for the cooler evening.
Smiling, I pulled the towel off and put on a pair of panties, then
slipped the dress on over my head, the tiered top off my shoulders as my arms
sat under them.
Slipping on a
pair of sandals, I stood up and made my way out of the cabin – only to hear Bev
say “Well, you scrub up well.”
I looked over
and saw her there, standing with her arms crossed, her head to one side and a
huge smile on her face. She was also
wearing a blue denim dress, slightly shorter than mine in the skirt and with
this spaghetti straps over her shoulders, but she also had elbow length
sleeves, pulled down so that you could see her shoulders quite clearly.
“So do you,” I
said as I looked at her, walking over as we stood in front of each other. The scent of late blossom was in the air, but
there was something else as well that I could smell.
“What’s the
perfume you are wearing?”
“I’m not
wearing perfume,” Bev said as she looked at me, “it’s all natural. Why do you ask?”
“It smells –
good,” I said with a smile as we looked at each other, and I felt Bev take my
hands in hers. Her hands felt so soft,
but it also felt so good when she did that.
Absolutely wonderful…
“Something you
want to say, Katy?”
“I…”
She smiled, her
lips so beautiful, and I started to wonder what would happen if I put my lips
on hers. I wasn’t sure why – I had
boyfriends, but not for some time, but…
“Would you like
to kiss me?”
I nodded
slowly, and then gently put my lips on hers, feeling her return the gesture
before we look at each other.
“Sorry,” I said
quietly, “I’ve never kissed another woman like that before…”
“Want to do it
again?”
I slowly nodded
– but before I could do anything about that, Bev said “what the…”
“There she is,
the posh bitch – both of you, hands in the air.”
I whirled round
to see two masked men standing there, one of them pointing a very real gun at
us as the other held several lengths of rope in his hand. Bev and I looked at each other, then slowly
raised our hands as the armed man said “get those hands up and walk with us –
and no raising the alarm, understood.”
“Okay – don’t
do anything stupid,” I said as Bev and I raised our hands. I’d never been kidnapped before – but that
seemed to be what was happening now, as we were walked deeper into the woods
that surrounded the camp.
“Who are they,”
Bev whispered as we walked along.
“No idea – but
they have a gun, so we need to do what they say,” I whispered back as we
approached a van, barely visible in the gloom.
The second man walked in front of us and opened the side door, as we
were forced to enter and stood there.
“Okay – hands
behind your back. We’re going to have to
take you both now.”
“Best do what
they say,” I said as I slowly lowered my hands and moved them behind me –
before felt them being grabbed and put together, and then the rope rubbing on
my bare wrists as they were quickly and tightly bound together.
“Don’t be
afraid,” I said quietly to Bev as the second man walked behind her, and she had
her own wrists secured as well. The
slight look of fear was clear on her face, but there was something else – was
it – curiosity?
“This is
different,” she whispered as the man walked to the other side of the van, and
then picked up more rope – a much longer length, which he doubled over before
he walked behind me.
“What are you
going to with that,” I asked as I looked over my shoulder.
“Guess, bitch.”
“There’s no need
for that sort of language,” Bev said in an angry tone, but then her face
changed as I saw him pass the rope round me and pull it tight under my chest, forcing
my arms against my side – and then he took it round me again above my
chest. I could feel the rope rubbing on my
chest as he pulled it tight, and see the beads of sweat on my skin – but it was
also framing my chest, forcing it up and out as again and again he took the
rope round me.
It felt so strange – and as I felt strange, I glanced over to see the way Bev
was looking at me, her lips open slightly as she seemed to be talking to
herself.
“Bev?”
She looked at
me as the ropes got tighter – and then I saw the man by my side, as he fed the
rope under the lower band, between my arm and body, and pulled it up, making
the bands even tighter at that side as he took it round the back of my neck,
lifting my hair out of the way as he did so.
As he did the same on the other side, Bev whispered “good lord – do you
know how you look like that?”
“Bev?”
I looked at her
as I felt him secure the ropes behind me, and said “This is different…”
Bev nodded as
my binder walked back to the other side of the van, picking up more rope and
then walking behind her while I watched.
I saw him double the rope, saw him pass it round her under her chest,
and saw him pull it tight – saw how she gasped, how her chest was raised as
well, while the man who had been holding the gun put it down, picked up another
rope and walked behind me. I could feel
him tying it round the rope at my neck, and then pulling down as the rope went
round each band holding my upper body, making it tighter still…
And as he did
this, his partner formed two bands of rope that pressed on Bev’s chest, forcing
it up and out as well as she stood there, biting her lower lip as she felt just
how tight it was…
I saw the white
bands pressing on her arms, and saw how helpless she was, and wished I could
walk over and comfort her…
“Sit down.”
I heard the
command and slowly sat myself down, watching as my binder picked up more ropes
and knelt by my legs. Crossing my
ankles, I watched as he wrapped the rope round them and pulled the ends under
the centre loop, then forced them together as he made several more neatly arranged
bands. He then tucked the rope under the
top band, separated the ends and passed them between my legs – making the
binding even tighter, as he tied the ends under my legs. The second length went around my legs below
my knees – but as his gloved hand stroked my bare legs while binding them, I
felt a shiver run through me.
“Are you all
right, Katy?”
I watched as
Bev sat next to me, her breasts straining under the stretched material of her dress
and nodded as I watched the second man bind her legs while I tried to move
mine. Unsuccessfully – all that happened
was the rope rubbing on my legs as I twisted them round…
“No good,
right?”
I nodded as the
two men looked at each other, and then rolled up in their hands a black scarf –
which they then pulled between our lips, muffling my voice as the ends were
secured at the back of my neck.
They both then
got out of the van, Bev and me looking at each other as we felt the van move
and we rubbed against each other.
“Hhh.”
I looked into
Bev’s eyes as we moved along before she said “whntthkhssnhh?” Her eyes were shining, her skin glistening as
I let myself sink into them, and then I twisted my head as our lips came
together, rubbing as we were jolted by the way the van was moving.
I looked at her
as she wriggled round, and mumbled “Uhrrbhuthfhl.”
“Dhuhhfnkhsh?”
“Yhshdh,” I
said, the rolled up cloth making my words almost unintelligible. And also
getting damper as it soaked up the moisture in my mouth. I could see the material getting darker at
the corners of Bev’s mouth as well, as I leaned over, meeting her lips again as
I closed my eyes and gently moved my mouth over hers.
She was doing
the same, as our heads moved as well, and I felt so safe with her there with
me, so sure no harm was going to come to me.
“Khteeehwdhthrhpspsfhl?”
“Hdhntthndhrsthndd…”
Bev motioned
with her head for me to lean forward, and as I did so she used her teeth to grab
the edge of the band at my mouth, pulling gently on it. I knew what she was trying to do, as I pushed
at the band with my tongue as well. It
seemed to take an age, but the wet cloth fell on my bare chest as I watched the
front of my dress slip down under the ropes.
“Thank you,” I
whispered as I looked at Bev, and saw the way she was looking at me, “let me do
the same to you.” She nodded as I used
my own teeth to ease the band from her mouth, waiting as it feel with a soft
sound against her own skin a her neck before she said “thank you, Katy – I was
asking how the ropes made you feel?”
“Honestly,” I
said as the van continued to move, and I twisted round. “honestly…
It feels kinda nice. How does it
feel to you?”
“It’s nice – I
mean, we can’t really move,” Bev said with a smile, “but I like the way it
feels on me. You as well?”
“Yeah – but
something else felt even nicer.”
Bev smiled as
she said “and what was that?”
I smiled as I
leaned over and kissed her again, opening my lips slightly as my tongue traced
over her lips. Bev opened her mouth at
that, as we played with each other’s tongues, making me twist round as the rope
rubbed on me, making me feel slightly giddy…
And as I moved
round, I felt my dress slip down, falling and exposing my breasts to the cool
air. Bev looked at me, as the ropes now
rubbed on my breasts, before she leaned down and kissed my breasts, moving her
mouth over them as I closed my eyes and groaned.
“OH god,” I
whispered, “do you have any idea how good that feels?”
“Tell me about
it,” Bev whispered before she continued, and as the van bumped on the road I
moved, feeling her lips as well. Her
kiss was so soft, and yet so welcome…
“OH god Bev –
stop for a moment…”
“Why,” she said
as she looked at me, and then watched as I used my own teeth to ease the straps
of dress down her shoulders, smiling as Bev twisted round and made her own
dress fall down and uncover her own breasts between the bands of rope. She nodded as I moved over and began to kiss
her chest as well, tasting the sweat but also her skin as she softly moaned and
wriggled round in response.
I felt her push
against me as I kissed her, and then sucked gently on her own nipples, my
tongue running over it as she groaned in response. Stopping, I looked at her as I said “did you
like that?”
“I loved it,”
Bev said as she looked at me, and rested her head on my chest, “you know, I
have dreamed for weeks about how it might feel to kiss you, but somehow I never
had the courage to approach you…
“Are you…”
“I wasn’t
sure,” I said quietly as I blushed, “but I have had dreams about you as
well. I wasn’t sure what to do about
them but…”
Bev laughed as
she said “it took a kidnapping to help you decide? Maybe I should have got the kids to take you
hostage for the campfire one night, seen how you felt in their ropes…”
“I don’t know
if I’d feel the same way – this is much tighter than anything they might do.”
Bev laughed as
she said “I’m not so sure, but you are – and forgive the choice of words – one
hot momma, Katy.”
I blushed and
smiled as she said that before we both felt the van lurch to a stop and heard
footsteps outside. As the side of the
van opened, the man looked in and said “hey – looks like they both had fun?”
We both blushed
as they came in and saw us, the sweat glistening on the skin of both of our
chests and the wet gags round our necks.
“Well, let’s
make sure they can’t raise the alarm – or want to,” he said as they both walked
in and somehow moved our feet so they were side by side, then made us stand up
and untied the scarves from round our mouths.
“Open those
mouths.”
“Please,
dhnttnhhh,” I said as he pushed the damp scarf into my mouth, using his fingers
to push it all the way in as his partner did the same to Bev. He then took out of his pocket a roll of
brown sticking plaster, tearing a long strip off and pressing it down firmly over
my mouth, before he did the same to Bev.
“Maybe we should
have some fun,” his partner said as he suddenly grabbed Bev’s breasts, making
her close her eyes and moan as he squeezed them.
“Lhhfhrhlhnn!”
“Oh – you want
it as well do you,” he said, before his partner pulled him away.
“They’re worth
a lot to us – but not as damaged goods,” he growled, “get the extra ropes on
them.”
“Hxtrrhrhps?”
Bev and I both
wondered what he meant as the second mand took another long length of rope, and
then tied it between Bev’s breasts, bringing the bands even more tightly
together as they were forced out even more.
He then let the ropes drop to the floor, Bev looking at me with a raised
eyebrow before she screamed – thanks to him pulling the rope back between her
legs, hiking her skirt up as it rubbed there, and then taking it up and
securing the other ends behind her.
I knew it was
going to happen to me as well, but nothing could have prepared me for the
tsunami of feelings that washed over me as the ropes almost encircled the base
of my own breasts, the bands almost touching between them – and then the
sensation as the rope was pulled back and up, forcing my damp panties…
My damp
panties?
Another distraction,
because as the rope was pulled up, they literally sank into the space between
my legs as I felt something completely overwhelming – and then felt the pressure
behind me. Opening my eyes, I saw how
Bev was looking at me…
“Move.”
We were made to
jump out of the van, the ropes now rubbing incessantly everywhere on us, as we
saw we were in some sort of warehouse.
As we jumped along, our dresses slipped down further, but the rope
between our legs meant they ended up flapping against our legs with each sweet
torture of a jump.
We crossed the
floor and went through a door, before we were both pushed over onto a large
mattress, facing each other as we were rolled onto our sides. Bev looked at me and said “Ghhdhfhllhrhnnhh?”
“WhtSWHTJHHSHHSSS!” My exclamation came as I felt my ankles being
pulled back, the ropes round my legs seeming to get even tighter before ~I felt
them being secured to the rope between my legs.
“Whtswhrhnnn?”
“Brhhfff,” I
mumbled as I watched one of the men behind Bev, and then saw the way her eyes
were opened as she was secured in the same way as well.
“Leave them
there – we’ve got a ransom demand to deliver,” was all we heard before they
walked out, the door locking once they were on the other side. We just lay there, panting, almost scared to
move in case…
And then I
tried to stretch my legs and groaned – as Bev pushed herself over and pressed
her plaster covered mouth against mine.
As she did that, I saw her move her legs as well, heard her moan as well
– and somehow, I know not how, I knew we were meant to be together, sharing
whatever may happen with us.
So we kept
kissing each other, rubbing our cheeks on each other’s breasts as we moved the
rope, felt the fire and the desire growing in us, until we both screamed in
unison.
And then did it
again…
And again…
And again…
It was like
that for nearly a day, before the police found us – the kidnappers were
arrested when they tried to collect the ransom, and after a stay in hospital we
were both released. But that time
together had made us feel so special, we knew we were meant to be together.
And so have
been for the last twenty five years – and yes, we have enjoyed being helpless
with each other at regular intervals, but for our anniversary, I wanted
something special.
Which is why we
are in this cabin in the woods, naked from the chest up, ropes holding our arms
tightly to our sides and one in particular hiking our skirts up between our
legs as we kiss through white tape, a trusted friend preparing a meal as we
make love like this…
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