Binding Time
Lesley looked
out of the large bay windows, wondering how long it would be before her
daughter Josephine returned from her interview.
Josephine – Joie – was applying for her first job in her chosen
profession, and if anything Lesley was more nervous that her daughter.
She looked down
and brushed some lint from her grey jersey dress. It had a square neckline, and fitted her like
a glove. She wasn’t wearing any hose,
but her over the knee black boots were made from leather and elastic panels. Walking into the hallway, she looked in the
mirror, playing with her long brown hair as she remembered her own time in that
profession.
“Ah, but that
was a lifetime ago,” she said quietly to herself, “I have let myself go a
little since then.”
“Oh I don’t
think so.”
Lesley heard
the male voice, and then felt and smelt the leather glove over her mouth as she
saw the balaclava masked man in the mirror.
“Now, you’re going to be a very good girl, aren’t you,” he whispered as
Lesley looked at him, and slowly nodded.
He was taller than her, and his grip over her mouth was tight.
“Good – because
I think you and I are going to have so much fun – and my friend thinks so too.”
Looking to the
side, Lesley saw a second man standing there, with a balaclava covering his
head as well, wearing a zipped up leather jacket, dark trousers and black
shoes. She looked back in the mirror,
and said “hhhhrruu?”
“no questions –
we both have guns, and we are not afraid to use them. I am going to take my hand away, and you will
only speak when you are asked a question.
Nod if you understand?”
Lesley slowly
nodded as he said “good – now, we walk into the front room, and you draw the
curtains over the windows. Make sure the
phone is disconnected.”
The second man
nodded as the gloved hand was taken from Lesley’s mouth, and her arm was
gripped tightly as she was marched into the room. As she was pushed forward, she almost
stumbled, but managed to go to the windows and pull the curtains over before
she turned round.
“Right, little
lady – kneel in front of the long couch, head down, and put your hands behind
your back.”
“Please – I’ll
tell you where my valuables are, you don’t have to…”
“Lady – do as I
say, or I knock you out and then I do this.
Kneel down, hands behind your back.
“NOW!”
The shout took Lesley
by surprise as she walked quickly over and knelt down, the hem of her dress
rising slightly as she did so, and she put her hands behind her. Turning her head, she saw the man put a black
bag down, and take out a length of cord.
Doubling it over, he took her wrists and removed her bracelets, before
crossing them and pulling the cords tightly around them to hold them
together. She remained quiet as the
binding got tighter with each wrap, and then even more so as the rope was taken
between her arms to secure the binding.
She then looked
at him taking another length of rope, and then the pressure on her ankles as
they were forced together as well. As he
tied them, she looked over, wondering if they would still be here when she got
home…
“Get your head
up, bitch.”
“You can’t talk
to me like thaOOOWWW!” Lesley shouted out as her hair was pulled
back, and the man growled “Bitch, you do as I say, got it.” He let go as she nodded and straightened up,
a long length of rope passed around her and pulled tight as he bound her arms to
her sides. The bands formed above and
below her more prominent chest, as she watched the second man searching through
the sideboard and cabinets.
“You’ve got a
nice rack,” the man behind her said as Lesley felt the ropes get tighter still,
then as he tied them off she said “Look, I said I would…”
She was
silenced for a moment as the gloved hand went back over her mouth, and then she
felt his other hand on her chest, rubbing over it before he squeezed both
breasts hard. She wondered why he had
done that, as she moaned and wriggled in protest, her boots rubbing against
each other.
“Yeah – you
like this don’t you,” he growled as he continued to massage her chest, Lesley shaking
her head in denial – she did not like it one bit, she did not want this
happening to her, she…
She…
There was something
else going on, as she twisted and tried to get out of his grip – whether it was
the fear, or her position of helplessness, or something else, her body was
doing something she did not want it to do…
“This one’s a
real GILF,” the man said behind her as his partner walked over, “I think she
likes the attention.”
“Does she now –
well, I like the look of her,” he said, Lesley seeing the look in his eye and
praying she was wrong, but as he slowly opened the front of his trousers, she
shook her head, afraid of what he might do next.
“You like what
you say, Granny?”
“Hmmnhthgrenneee…”
But she looked at his cock, long, and growing larger, and wondered what
he was going to do as she was turned to face him. His friend was behind her now, and as he
started to grope her with both hands the organ was placed in front of her mouth.
“Oh no… no…”
“Go on Granny,”
he said with a cruel smile, “or perhaps you’d rather I did something else with
it?”
Shaking her
head, Lesley gently kissed the penis, moving up and down as she did so.
“Now take it.”
Swallowing, she
opened her mouth, the pressure on her breasts suddenly increasing as she moved
forward and put her lips over the tip, and then drew back. It tasted salty, and she was aware of the
throbbing on the tip of her tongue as she did this. She wanted to stop there – but she was pushed
forward again, and this time she closed her lips over it, using her tongue in a
way she had not done for many years as she licked and caressed the cock,
sucking gently as she did so.
IT was
humiliating, it was not what she wanted to do – but the hands gripped her even
more firmly, and something inside her seemed to override every sense, every
vestige of control, as she started to suck harder, feeling it engorge in
response against her tongue and in her mouth, and play with it as she was
groped more and more.
The throbbing
was intensifying as well, as she felt the gloved hands on her head and he
moaned. She knew what this was building
to, but she had no choice, she was been forced to do it against her will.
Truly against
her will…
The throbbing
was growing to a dangerous level, and then she felt him jerk, bracing herself
as the hot fluid hit the back of her throat, and she was forced to swallow as
he came, not allowed to let any escape as she realised to her shame just how
damp her panties were as well…
It seemed to
last an eternity, but when he had finished Lesley was aware of a pair of hands
under her skirt, of her panties been pulled down and then cut away – and of the
balled up damp silk in the gloved hand as the other man pulled out.
“Please, dhnntdrfhhtththt,” she mumbled as the wad was pushed into
her mouth – and then a red ball was pushed between her teeth, Lesley grunting
as the straps were fastened around her head, the drool and cum slowly going
down her chin as she looked to the door, and screamed “JHHSSEERHN!”
The men turned
to see Joie standing there, staring at them and at her mother and wondering
what was going on. Her sift black
leather jacket was open, showing her leopard print top that came down her
thighs, the black leggings, and the thigh high black leather boots with
platform soles and a five inch heel.
“Get her.”
Joie turned,
but before she could run the man had grabbed her, covering her mouth with his
gloved hand as he forced her back into the room. “I see she has similar taste to you Granny,”
the man said as she watched Joie struggling, “so stop doing that, or your gran
gest hurt.”
“SHeehhssmhhmhffrr!”
“Your
mother? Well, that’s interesting – now,
unless you want a slap around the cheek, STOP STRUGGLING!”
Joie stopped as
he shouted, the man smiling as he said “good – get on your knees, and put your
hands behind your back.”
“Mum, what’s
going on,” she said quietly as she was let go, and she knelt down, Lesley
shaking her head as the tears started to flow.
“Oh you’ll find
out soon enough – right now, take that jacket off, and put your hands behind
your back.” As Lesley watched, the
second man took ropes from the bag, and pulled Joie’s
arms behind her back, binding her wrists tightly together as her jacket was
thrown to the floor, and then her elbows, forcing her chest out as the animal
print stretched over it.
“NHNDHHDNNNTHRTHHRRR,” Lesley called out as she tried to move over –
and then she was gripped under the chin as he snarled “let Junior do this – and
if you interrupt again, I blindfold you.
Got it?”
“Thanks Pops,”
the other man said, Lesley’s eyes widening as she realised this was a father
and son, as Joie struggled in the tight ropes, the bands rubbing on her as she
did so.
“She’s feisty
one,” Junior said with a grin as he bound the younger girl’s ankles together,
Lesley watching helplessly as he then groped and squeezed Joie’s
breasts from behind.
“No – for the
love of god, what are you doing… Mum…”
“Granny can’t
help you little one,” Pops said as he stood in front of her, Lesley shaking her
head and calling out “WNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHH” as he started to lower the zip
on his trousers.
“Oh my god,”
Joie whispered as she looked at the older man, and then groaned as Junior
squeezed her chest hard. She could feel
her breasts firming up, her nipples hardening, and she did not want this to
happen, she did not want to be treated like this, she did not want…
“Hmmnnnn,” she said as Pops pulled her hair, and then pushed
his engorged cock into her mouth, Lesley sobbing as he held her daughter’s head
and started o move back and forth as Junior continued
to grope her chest tightly. Joie could
taste the sweat, but she had no choice as her body reacted, and she found
herself sucking on him as he moved around.
The throbbing
on her tongue as increasing as the cock filled Joie’s
mouth, and then there was a jerk as the hot flow hit the back of her throat,
the grip on her head was toot tight, however, as she
was forced to swallow – and then her body shook as she realised how aroused she
was getting as well, while Lesly cried across the room…
“Ah that feels
so much better,” Pops said as he pulled out, Junior laughing as he pushed a rag
into Joie’s mouth and covered to with tape, then
pushed her onto her stomach, binding her ankles and legs before he stood up.
“Let’s have a
look round – they’re not going anywhere,” Pops said, the two intruders laughing
as they walked out. Lesley looked over,
and then slowly started to shuffle over to her daughter as she lay there.
“Msshseeee,” she said as she sat next to her, the drool
still running down her cheek as she looked to see if there was anything she
could do to release Joie – but the knots were too tight, too complex, as she
raised her head and looked over.
“Dhddtheee…”
Lesley nodded
as Joie started to cry as well, the two women struggling, their boots squeaking
as they tried to figure out what they were going to do next. They could hear the intruders moving around
upstairs, but there was no sense of them leaving yet…
“Oh look – they
got together. Cute.”
“Plslsjhssttghhh,” Lesley said as she looked at Pops and
Junior.
“What do you
say, Junior – should we leave them alone?”
Junior just
grinned as he looked at Joie, and then pulled her top up, the material moving
under the rope as she squirmed round, exposing her chest as the rope now rubbed
on her bare flesh. He then pulled her bra down, and started to kiss her breasts
hard, Lesley shaking her head as she said “NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN”
“You can have
some too,” Father said as he pulled her dress up, smiling as he saw her bare
chest before he began to kiss it as well.
She squealed at his rough skin, the pressure around her nipples, the
feel of his tongue on what she now realized were very hard nipples…
“Plssdndthhsss,” Joie moaned as she felt Junior’s hand
between her legs, and looked down to see the bulge growing in his pants. She shook her head as he rubbed his hand up
and down, feeling the dampness, fighting the feeling of pleasure that was
building in her.
“Pllssddhntdhthhsss,” Lesley moaned as Pops sucked harder, bringing
her nipples up even more as his gloved hand rubbed on her panties, and then
pulled them down as she shook her head.
Bad enough she had to that earlier, but this…
The sound of
the zip being pulled down made her shake even more, as she looked down, and then
over at Joie as Junior sat across her legs, pulling her leggings down to the
rope at her knees, his laugh as he bent down and kissed her there as she
screamed into the gag and wriggled round.
She looked into
the older man’s eyes, knowing what he was, knowing there was nothing she could
do about it, closing her eyes and praying it would be over quickly…
Joie opened her
eyes wide as he entered her, pushing past her petals, slipping into her and
then stopping. He then shoved forward as
she felt something tear, and she threw her head back as a new set of feelings
and sensations flooded over her. This
was overwhelming, unusual, frightening – and as she felt him grow larger inside
her as he thrust forward, instinctively she pushed herself up, moving her hips
in time to him, not knowing why, only that she wanted to do that…
Lesley could
feel Pops as he thrust into her as well, feelings long since passed rushing
over her again as she started to move with him, her animal instinct taking over
as both men thrust harder and harder, bringing both women to the age as they
continued to kiss their breasts and nipples.
“HMMGHHHDDWHTTSSSHPPNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!”
Joie suddenly
started to shake violently as her first proper orgasm washed over her, and she
felt Junior climaxing inside her. IT was
wonderful, it was terrifying… She looked
over with glazed eyes as her mother also started shaking, coming to a climax as
the hot sperm flowed into her as well…
Both men
eventually pulled out, the two women collapsed on the floor as they stood and
adjusted their pants. They then each
took a length of rope, Joie barely noticing as Junior tied the rope round her
waist, then pulled it up between her legs as it sank between her lips, and tied
it to her elbows. Lesley was aware of the
same thing happening to her, before both were hogtied and left lying on the floor,
facing each other, wondering when rescue would come.
OR even if they
wanted rescue to come, as they started to struggle while the two men left, the
ropes playing a new melody on them as they looked at each other…
Two days later
Joie walked
slowly into the kitchen to find Lesley sitting at the table, a mug of coffee in
her hands. Both women looked at each
other, before Joie made a coffee and sat with her.
They looked at
each other, in their blouses and pants, before Lesley said “how are you feeling
today?”
“A bit sore
still,” Joie said quietly, “but I took the pills. You?”
“I’m too
old but I did as well, just in case,”
Lesley replied quietly. “We were unlucky,
I guess…”
“I heard the
police talking – we’ve not been the only ones those two have – done that to,”
Joie said after she had taken a drink.
“They told me of a support group – perhaps we can visit.”
“Yeah – that’s
an idea…”
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