The Night of my Dreams

“MARK!! KRISTEN!! I want both of you down here, right now!!”

We both walked out of our bedrooms and looked at each other, wondering what had got Mum so upset with us. It was about seven in the evening, and I had been trying to finish off an assignment that was due in the day after tomorrow - Friday. It was a warm evening, so I was wearing a striped polo shirt and khaki shorts.

Kristen was wearing a white vest top, and matching shorts over some tan hose. “Any idea what’s happened,” she said, but I just shook my head, before saying “We’d better go down and find out.”

Mum was standing in the front room, tapping her foot with her arms folded as she looked at us. She was still wearing her work outfit of a short sleeved blue silk blouse, knee length straight grey skirt and heels.

“Well,” she said as she held out a letter, “Do one of you want to explain this?”

Kristen shuffled her feet, and then said “Is it something to do with the order I placed on line for a few small things?”

“No - but you can tell me about that as well,” Mum said quietly, but with real venom. “This letter is from Mrs Wrightson down the road - did you two do a prank phone call on her?”

“Ah,” I said as I looked up, “I cannot tell a lie - it was Kristen.”

“You little...” Her attempt to slap me up the right side of the head was stopped by Mum saying “All right - both of you, upstairs, now. If you’re not going to tell me, you can take the punishment while I go and sort this out with her.”

“Nice going, Mark,” Kristen mumbled through clenched teeth to me as Mum made us go up to my bedroom, and closed the door behind her. “Your supplies, Mark - now,” she said, and I knew she meant it, so I went to the cupboard and took out my stash of ropes and tape.

“Assume the position,” she said as she picked up two lengths. We had been playing the games for some considerable time now, but this was probably the first time Mum had used it to punish us. All I had done was phone her claiming she had won a small prize on a radio show, after all.

Although, as I knelt in front of the bed and crossed my wrist behind my back, I did realize that perhaps $500 was a little too much to trick someone over. “All right, I admit it, I’m sorry,” I said as I felt my wrists being pulled tightly together, “but you don’t need to punish Kristen for that.”

“I’m not,” Mum said as she cinched the coils by passing the rope between my arms, and then started to bind Kristen’s wrists together, “this is for owning up to the fact it was her who placed that order on Amazon for the supplies.”

“Well, I thought we might need them?”

“We do - but you should have used your card, not mine,” Mum said as she tied the rope off between my sister’s arms, and then bound us both around the chest and arms with more coils.

“Well, can’t say fairer than that,” Kristen admitted with a shrug as we both stood up and sat on the bed, watching as she crossed and bound our ankles together. “So, how long this time?”

“Until you free yourselves,” Mum said as she wrapped rope around my legs below my knees, and then did the same for Kristen. “I’ll leave some scissors where you can sue them - eventually. Now, both of you face down on the bed.”

“OH come on, Mum,” I said as I looked at her, “At least leave one of us on the floor.”

“Want me to add blindfolds?”

We looked at each other and shook our heads, then lay on our stomachs while Mum placed us each into a hogtie. Picking up two of my hankies and the roll of tape, she then wasted no time in gagging us before saying “I’m going to talk to Mrs Wrightson - have fun.”

We turned our heads and watched as she walked out and closed the door, then took a few minutes to preserve our strength and devise a plan of attack for the scissors she had left on the other side of the room.

As it was, it was Kristen who eventually executed an escape plan, by wriggling over and starting to push me towards the edge of the bed.

“Hhwhtrudng,” I mumbled as she started to push me over.

“Ucsdths, ufiskt,” she mumbled in return as I got closer and closer to the edge of the bed.

“Lllrrt, lttrrtt,” I said as I turned myself round and slid off the bed, landing on my knees as I heard the front door opening and closing. I kept my thoughts to myself after that as I positioned myself with my knees on the rug, and used my bound feet to start to push my body across the room, the rug providing some protection to my knees as I slowly made my way across.

I wasn’t sure how long had passed - I know it was enough time for Kristen to start to sweat a little as she lay watching - but eventually I managed to reach the scissors, turn round and start to saw away at the rope holding my wrists to my ankles. I know Mum meant for me to do this, or she would have tied my ankles so far back my heels would have rested on my cheeks.

The rope soon parted, and after a few more minutes I managed to free my wrists. Working my arms round, I peeled the strips of tape away from my mouth and spat the hankie out, before untying myself and then taking care of Kirsten.

“I am so going to get you for that,” she said as she left the room with me, and then walked into her own. For my part, I had a far more pressing need to deal with, as I headed to the bathroom to take care of a pressing internal matter.

Fifteen minutes and considerably less troubled later, I flushed and washed my hands before leaving the room. Kristen’s door was still closed, and there was no sound coming from downstairs either, so I made my way down to see if Mum had come back yet. As I looked in the living room, however, I began to wonder if Mum had ever actually got out of the front door.

Mum was lying on her side on the couch, looking at me over the large silk knot that was forcing her lisp apart. That knot had been tied in a large red and gold scarf, which had been rolled into a band and then pulled into her mouth, the ends going round her head and trapping her hair.

That was not all that was trapped - there were coils of rope around her chest, above and below her breasts and pulling the silk over them, and her waist. Her arms were behind her back, and given the rope there as well as around her ankles and legs I could only assume her wrists were secured there as well.

“MRK!!! GTTUTFHR!!!”

“I didn’t know Kristen could work that fast,” I said as I stepped in, which was my big mistake. Mum’s eyes widened and she started to struggle, but before I could get away I was grabbed from behind and a gloved hand was placed over my mouth.

The strange thing was, this leather gloved hand smelt of fine perfume, and it was small, but very strong. For a moment, I could not believe what was happening, but when a soft voice whispered into my ear “Oh has the big brave man come to rescue his mummy? I do so love a hero,” I realised that I was being held by a woman.

“Now then, big boy, kneel down in front of your mother, put your head on the cushion, and put your hands behind your back,” the voice said as I was frogmarched forwards. Her grip, whoever she was, was like iron, so I was powerless to do anything except walk forward and kneel as she said, then move my hands as she had commanded.

I knelt there, expecting to feel something against my wrists, but instead the mystery woman wrapped rope around my arms, just below my elbows, and pulled them tightly together, making me gasp as she secured them before she secured my wrists with my palms together. I had seen pictures on lien of women tied like this, but it had never been done to me before, and it felt - strange.

Mind you, being tied up by a woman over than Mum or Kristen.... Where was Kristen anyway?

“Your sister has probably met my friends,” the voice whispered into my ear, and looking at Mum I saw her nod her head to confirm this was not the only one in the house. I groaned as I was made to kneel straight up, and I watched the gloved hands passing a coil of rope round me. I could see now the gloves were short leather ones, and the mystery woman had a black leather jacket on as well.

Not that fashion sense mattered, as she tied my arms tightly into my side, and then started to massage my chest with her hands between the two coils of rope. “Hmmm - so strong for one so young. I like it,” she whispered before I felt her lips on my neck, and then her hands crossing my ankles.

By all rights I should have been petrified by this time, but - look, I’m not ashamed to admit it. I was excited. Whoever this was knew what she was doing, as my ankles and then my legs were tied tightly together, and then she made me turn and sit on my bottom so that I could get my first look at her.

She wasn’t much taller than me, and had short light coloured hair - at least I presumed it was, as the stocking that was pulled over her head made it difficult to see. She was indeed wearing a tight leather jacket and black leggings with knee length soft leather boots.

“You’re cute,” she said as she looked at me and out her finger on my lips, “I’m going to enjoy spending the night with you and your family.”

This gave me the chance to ask the obvious question - “Who are you and what’s going on?”

“Good - you got him. We can keep all three of them in here for now.”

I looked to the door to see Kirsten looking at me, her vest pulled tightly over her chest by the ropes that held her arms to her side. She was just as securely bound as I was, but she also had one of her large black scarves pulled into her mouth - by the way her cheeks were bulging, it was keeping something in there.

She was being frogmarched by two other women, dressed in leather and holding her arms. One was in red clothing, the other in tan - but both had stocking masks over their heads.

“He’s not going to cause us any trouble, is he?”

“No, he’s not,” the black clad woman said as she stroked her finger over my lips. “Are you sweetie?”

“So long as you don’t hurt my mum and sister, I’ll do whatever you say,” I said as I looked at you. “Who are you?”

“You can call me Miss Black,” the one who had bound me said, “and my friends are Miss Scarlett and Miss Brown. We’re going to be staying the night, and then you mum is going to do what we tell her to do, aren’t you Mummy?”

Mum nodded and looked at both of us, saying “Msree” as she did so.

“Now,” Miss Scarlett said as she made Kristen sit in a chair, and then looked at me, “You do what we say, all right?”

I nodded and then said “What do you want Mum for?”

“You don’t need to know,” Miss Brown said as she left the room. “Do as you’re told, we’ll feed you and maybe even have a little fun. Fight us, and we hurt you. Clear?”

We all nodded at that as we watched Miss Brown leave the room, and then return with our telephone which she had pulled away from the wall. “Right,” she said as she looked at me, “Names, please.”

“I’m Mark,” I said as I looked at her, “and this is my sister Kristen and my mum.”

“First time tied up?”

“No - but first time by a female robber.”

She nodded and said “Well, we’ll give you a real treat later. Right now, do you have any beers?”

“I don’t know - I don’t drink.”

Miss Scarlett looked at Mum, who mumbled “nthfrij” as she looked at her.

“Very good - fetch three bottles and see if they have a menu for a Chinese restaurant or something. You’re going to feed us tonight.”

I looked at Kirsten as she squirmed round in the chair, and had to stop myself for a moment from wishing I was tied up next to her. Something told me I was going to have a long night...

I opened the door to see Johnny, a friend from school, standing there.

“Hey Mark - didn’t know this was your place. I’ve got your order from the China Delight for you.”

“Thanks,” I said as I opened the door a little and took the packages from him. “I didn’t know you did a delivery round.”

“Just started - pays some bills.” He held his hand out, and I slipped him a ten.

“See you tomorrow,” he said as I closed the door, and looked at Miss Brown standing next to me, with a pistol pointing at me.

“Nice job, Mark,” she said as I picked up the box, “Let’s go.” I walked in front of her into the dining room, where Mum and Kristen were already sat in two chairs. They were held to them by the ropes that went around their waists and chest, while their ankles and knees were tied tightly to the front legs of the chairs.

“That smells good,” Miss Black said as I put the box on the table, and sat in the chair she was behind. “Hands on your head Mark - my friends will make sure you all get enough to eat.”

“Who the hell are you three anyway?” Kristen said as Miss Scarlett laid some plates out.

“We’re the ones in charge - now shut up or I tape your mouth over and you get to watch while the rest of us eat.”

As I was bound to the chair, I looked at the trio of home invaders. Miss Brown was dark skinned, with curly hair that was held down by the stocking over her head, while Miss Scarlett looked and sounded as if she was Chinese or Japanese. She was smaller than the other two, but obviously the leader.

“I’ll do whatever you say,” Mum said as some food was put on the plate in front of her, “Just leave my family out of it.”

“No can do,” Miss Black said as she tied my left ankle to the chair. “We’re making sure you do what we say. Right now, however - eat.”

Well, what else were we going to do - dance around? As Miss Black pushed me under the table, we shared out the Chinese banquet Miss Brown had ordered - using Mum’s credit card - and I tried to absorb what was going on. We had been held hostage in our own home before, but never by three women - and especially three women whose leather outfits accented every curve of their body.

Miss Scarlett must have noticed it as well, as she swallowed some chow mein and said “It’s all right, Mark - you can look, but you can’t touch.”

“Well, maybe we can touch him later - or make him touch something.”

“Who knows - he might even enjoy it.”

I must have blushed, because Kristen said “Great - now everyone knows we like playing tie up games.” She then realised what she had just said, as she looked at me and Mum, then at the three intruders.

“Really? Well, that explains why you didn’t struggle too much. Once we’ve eaten, Brown, go upstairs and see what you can find.”

I saw Miss Brown nod, and then swallowed what I had - I had not cleaned my room up after the earlier incident, and looking at Mum and Kristen I could see they both knew it as well.

“Got something to hide, Mark?”

I shook my head and concentrated on eating, as Miss Scarlett said “You’ve embarrassed him, Black - I think he does have something to hide.”

“Just don’t hurt us,” Kristen said, “Please?”

“Hurt you? My dear little girl, we’re going to make you very comfortable once you’ve eaten - you and your mother, and then your brother.”

The rest of the meal passed in silence, before I watched Miss Brown stand up and leave the room, while Miss Black and Miss Scarlett looked at the three of us.

“So what do you think,” Miss Scarlett eventually said as she sat back.

“He’s cute,” Miss Black said as she stood up and walked behind me, putting her arms round my neck as she kissed the back of my head, “I’ll look forward to it.”

“What are you going to do to him,” Mum said quietly.

“Nothing bad,” our captor said as Miss Brown walked back in. “Well?”

“We’ve got plenty for what we need to do - untie them and let’s get started.”

“Very well,” Miss Scarlett said as she stood behind Mum and Miss Brown behind Kristen, “When we untie you, you stand up with your hands on your heads and come upstairs.”

“And if we refuse?”

Miss Brown looked at Mum as she drew the gun from her jacket pocket. “don’t,” was all she said as she untied Kristen, and we all complied, standing up and walking up to Mum’s bedroom with our hands on our heads.

As I walked in, I saw that all of Mum’s and Kristen’s scarves had been thrown onto the bed. “Stop there,” Miss Scarlett said as Miss Black closed the door. “Your son is about to begin an important part of his education.”

“What do you mean,” Kristen said as she looked at me.

“You two,” Miss Brown said as she looked at Mum and Kristen, “Take your clothes off.”

“What!”

“Start stripping,” Miss Black said as she put her arm round my neck, and I felt a cold metal ring against my template, “or I shoot.” I looked at Mum and Kristen, whose faces had paled before Kristen pulled her top over her head, and Mum started to remove her blouse.

A few minutes later they were standing in front of me, Mum in a pale blue bra and panties, while Kristen was wearing just a pair of white panties. “Lose the bra, Mummy,” Miss Scarlett said, as Mum reluctantly slipped the shoulder straps down and drew her arms out, then unfastened the bra and let it drop to the floor.

“”That’s better,” Miss Scarlett said, and I could see a big smile under her stocking as she looked at my mum and sister. “Now, take those panties off and ball them up.”

“Oh no,” Kristen said as she looked back at her, “You can’t be serious.”

“Kristen,” I said as I felt the arm around my neck tighten, “Please...”

“All right - don’t hurt him,” Mum said as she slipped her panties off and balled them in her hand, Kristen reluctantly following suit. I wondered why they had been told to hold them - but only for a moment, as Miss Scarlett said “Time to give each other a present - kiss each other and then stuff your panties into each other’s mouth.”

Up till now, I had suspected they were going to tie us up and gag us, but this was different as I watched Mum and Kristen face each other and kiss, before Kristen opened her mouth and allowed Mum to push the pale blue silk wad in, grimacing slightly as she closed her mouth over it. She then stuffed my mother’s mouth with her panties, before they watched as Miss Black picked up one of Kristen’s long silver and black scarves and handed it to her.

“Tie your mother’s arms together behind her back at her elbows - and do it properly. I think you know how to,” she said, and I was forced to watch as Kristen wrapped the scarf around Mum’s arms and pulled them together, forcing her shoulders back and her chest out as she did so.

Now, remember I was being held as this happened, so there was not a lot I could do except watch as Kristen was handed a second black and silver scarf and told to use it to tie Mum’s wrists together. I could see the look on Mum’s face as her wrists were tied together, palm to palm. It was a mix of fear, uncertainty, and despite herself a little excitement.

I was a little excited too, but I tried to hide it as Kristen was told to take two more long scarves and tie them around Mum’s arms, above and below her chest, so that they were held tightly in place. These were red in colour - Kristen loves these long scarves - and went round nicely as they framed Mum’s chest.

I could not help myself as I looked at the way her nipples were sticking out, as Kristen was forced to take three red bandanas and use them to tighten the bands, one under each arm and then one between Mum’s breasts as the silk was forced round them. Miss Black then whispered into my ear “Your mum has quite the rack doesn’t she - you just want to put your hands on them, don’t you?”

“I can’t - she’s my mum,” I whispered as Mum looked at me, her eyes wide as she tried to move her upper body.

“Yes you can - and you will,” she whispered into my ear as she made me walk over, Miss Brown standing back as Miss Scarlett picked up a long white scarf and stood behind Kristen. “Reach round and have a really good feel.”

“I’m sorry, Mum,” I whispered as I slowly put my hands round and felt her chest, squeezing them gently as I felt the cold metal at the back of my head. I heard Mum moan a little in response to my touch, and she leaned back against me as I continued, watching Kristen as she was methodically bound in the same way, with long green scarves around her arms and chest and black bandanas used to tighten them and force her chest out.

“It feels good, doesn’t it,” Miss Black whispered behind me, and I felt her gloved hand reach round my waist and between my legs. I had to stop myself from moaning as she felt just how my body was responding to being forced to do this.

“Now your sister,” Miss Brown said, and I was walked round to stand behind Kristen, Mum looking at me and saying “tslrrtmrk” as she was made to sit down on the bed, and a large blue head square folded into a band before it was used to bind her ankles together.

Once again I was made to put my hands around my sister, and once again I was forced to start to massage her chest, Kristen moaning as she had before when I did this. I watched over her shoulder as Mum’s legs were tied together below her legs with a black silk scarf, and then above with another black one and she was made to stand up.

Miss Scarlett then took a brown and white patterned shawl and tied it tightly around Mum’s waist, securing her wrist against her back as she did so, before she selected one of Kristen’s long neck scarves - this one pure red. As I watched, she tied one end in front of Mum’s belly, and then pulled it up between her legs, the soft silk disappearing as she pulled it up and secured it behind her back. Mum closed her eyes and moaned out loud as this happened, before Miss Black said “That’s enough for now, Mark - pick out a nice scarf to gag your mother with, fold it into a band and tie a knot in the middle.”

I felt the pressure on my head released, and as Kristen was sat down I found a green head square with a black horse pattern on it, and slowly folded it into a band. “I’m sorry, Mum, they made me do it,” I said as I tied a knot in the middle of the band. Mum nodded and looked at me with a faraway look in her eyes, before she opened her mouth and allowed me to pull the knot between her teeth, taking the scarf around her head and tying the ends together at the base of her neck.

“Whstgngthppntmrk,” Mum mumbled as I watched Kristen being made to stand up, and the same scarf combination applied between her legs as well as around her waist, making her moan and twist as the long scarf was pulled between her legs.

“Don’t worry about your boy - once we have you both secured, Miss Black will take care of her. Now, gag your sister.”

For Kristen I used a scarf she had worn over her shoulders to a posh party a few days before - a large cream coloured square with a gold border and black hatched pattern. As she opened her mouth and allowed me to push the knot in, I could see that she was worried as well.

“Your mother and sister are going to be in very good hands,” Miss Black said as I watched Miss Scarlett and Miss Brown sit behind Mum and Kristen respectively, and put their gloved hands on their bare stomachs, “You’re coming with me.”

I was frog marched out of the room, to the sounds of both of them starting to moan, before the door was closed and I was walked to my room.

“What are they doing to them,” I said as Miss Black closed the door.

“Having fun,” she said as she slowly pulled the zip down on her jacket, removing it to reveal a long sleeved black top underneath. She then pulled the bottom of her stocking mask up to reveal her mouth, before she said “Take your top off and stand with your back to me.”

I did as she had demanded, standing still as I felt her put her put her arms round me and slowly stroke he leather gloved hands over my belly. “Do you do sports, Mark?”

“I play football.”

“I can tell - just as I can tell you enjoyed playing with your mother and sister. Do you do that for them when you are alone?”

“I... I have done,” I said as I felt the touch of her lips on my shoulder, and gasped slightly. “Wha... What are you doing?”

“It is time you learned the pleasure for yourself, Mark - take your shorts off and lie on the bed, with your hands on your head.”

“What are you going to do to me,” I gasped as I felt her lips on my neck again, and her hands started to unbuckle the waistband of my shorts.

“Do as I say Mark,” she whispered in my ear as I felt my shorts drop to the floor, and I walked over to my bed as if I was in a dream, lying on it as she had commanded me and putting my hands on my head.

As I watched, she knelt down and picked up some of the lengths of rope that I had not picked up earlier, straightening one out as she placed the rest on the bed and tying a loop of rope at one end.

“Such a handsome young man,” she whispered as she took my left hand and slipped the rope over it, pulling the loop tightly around my wrist, “deserves to have the best of treatment and the finest of teaching.” I was unable to resist as she pulled my wrist up to the headboard, and secured the rope around the top corner, holding my arm firmly in place as she stroked her gloved hand down it.

A shiver ran down my spine as she did this, which continued as she climbed over the bed, straddling me for a moment as she took my other hand and tied it to the headboard.

“Have you ever been kissed by a woman other than your family, Mark?”

I shook my head, and then gasped silently as she placed her lips against mine and kissed them, and I felt her tongue stroking over my own mouth. As she raised her head and looked at me, she simply said “Did you enjoy that?”

I nodded dumbly and watched as she started to pull my boxer shorts down, before pulling my legs apart and tying them in the same way as my wrists, with ropes around my ankles and held to the bottom legs of the bed.

“What are you going to do to me,” I whispered as her gloved hands stroked up the inside of my thigh.

“Hush, Mark,” Miss Black said as she leaned over and looked at me, “or do I have to ensure your silence by other means?”

“I... I don’t know,” I whispered as she leaned over and started to gently kiss my chest, her hands moving over it as she did so. Nobody had ever done this to me before, and I was starting to sweat a little.

I was also starting to enjoy it a little, and as I looked down my body I could see just how much I was starting to enjoy it. So could Miss Black, as she turned and smiled at me.

“You are a young man, Mark - don't be afraid of what is happening,” she said as she leaned over and kissed me again, and I felt her gloved hand moving between my legs, stroking me there as I felt myself change.

“Oh god,” I whispered out after she released me and looked into my eyes. “Do you like what I am doing?” she whispered, and I could only nod and whimper as she stroked me down there.

“Your mother and sister would not do this for you, would they,” she then said, and I could only shake my head from side to side, watching as she bent down and kissed my chest again. She took one of Mum’s old blue headscarves from her pocket, folded it into a pad and said “Open wide, Mark, and when I have made sure you cannot say much, I will teach you so much.”

“Will it hurt,” I said quietly, but she just shook her head as I opened my mouth and allowed her to push the cloth in, the soft taste of silk on my tongue as I closed my lips and allowed her to smooth several strips of tape over my mouth.

“Just relax,” she said as she straddled me and leaned over, kissing the side of my neck as her gloved hands moved over my sides and chest. Her touch, her kisses, all combined to make me moan even more, especially as she moved down the bed and her hands caressed me between my legs.

There was a throbbing growing there, I feeling that up till now I had felt when watching or playing with Mum or Kristen, but two things were different this time. This time I was the one tied to the bed and unable to do anything about it as it grew stronger and stronger, and this time it was a complete stranger who was doing it to me, the soft touch of her hands against me making the throbbing even stronger as her hand moved up and down it.

“Whtshppngntmm,” I mumbled as I looked down at her, and Miss Black lifted her lips from my stomach, looking at me as she said “You are showing me how responsive you are, how much you are enjoying this caress, and you are enjoying it, are you not Mark?”

I could not deny that - I was enjoying it, all thoughts of fear replaced only by a longing for that throbbing to grow stronger and stronger, and I felt myself getting harder and harder.

That throbbing was getting stronger as well, as I watched her hand encircling my member, now so large I could hardly recognise it, and slowly move up and down it, making me throw my head back and moan with every delicate stroke.

“You are a fine young man,” Miss Black said as she looked at me, “and some day you will make a lovely young woman a fine husband and lover. When that day comes, remember this day, and remember it as the day you discovered what a woman who is willing will do for you.”

With that, she leaned over and kissed my member, her lips encircling it and sucking gently as her tongue ran over the tip. I threw my head back at this and groaned loudly, as the pressure turned up the dial to 12 and I wondered when I would get some release.

She continued this as I found myself only able to succumb, until there was a loud gasp from my gagged mouth as I felt something happen between my legs. I allowed the surge to pass as I panted for breath, and then felt her letting go of me between my legs, gently stroking my member as I opened my eyes.

“Was that good, Mark,” Miss Black whispered as she looked into my eyes, but I could only mutely nod as the door opened and Miss Brown came in.

“How are the lessons coming,” she said as she looked at me.

“I believe Mark now knows how it feels it be treated as a man,” Miss Black said as she climbed off the bed. “Perhaps you can tell her what has happened to his mother and sister, to put his mind at ease.”

“Miss Scarlett and I have helped them to relax,” Miss Brown said as she smiled at me, “and they are resting together now.”

I learned much later what had happened - how they had both been brought to a climax by our captors, and then made to lie facing each other on the bed, their legs pulled back and secured to their chests with more scarves before they had a blanket wrapped round their upper bodies and taped in place.

“So what are we going to do with the young man here,” Miss Brown said as I watched Miss Black release my ankles, only to cross them and tie them together with one length of rope, and then my legs below my knees with the second one.

“Untie his arms and turn him over,” Miss Black said as she tied off the rope between my legs, “We’ll hogtie him here and let him rest. You need a little rest, don’t you Mark?”

I could only nod as I was turned over and my arms pulled behind my back, my wrists crossed as they were tied tightly together and then my ankles pulled back and tied to them with the last length of rope. As I was rolled onto my side, I looked at the two masked women.

“What now?”

Miss Black looked at the clock. “We’ve got a few hours - I’ll take the first shift. You two go and get some rest - I’ll wake one of you at two in the morning.”

Miss Brown nodded and left as Miss Black leaned over and stroked my cheek. “Sleep well, Mark,” she said as she picked up her jacket and put it on, before she left to check the rest of my family.

I lay there, unsure of much except I was exhausted, and could not move another muscle even if I wanted to. I closed my eyes, wondering what was going to happen in the morning.

Actually, things happened long before the morning. I suddenly opened my eyes and looked at the clock by my bed, seeing it was one thirty in the morning, and I could smell a sweet perfume coming from behind me.

“Don’t look round, Mark,” I heard Miss Brown’s voice saying from behind me, “You look cold, so I thought I would warm you up.

I felt a hand coming round and stroking my chest again, but it wasn’t gloved - I could feel the soft skin as her hand stroked down and around my chest, and her lips on my shoulders and neck as she held me close to her. It wasn’t cold leather I could feel behind me, however, but warm flesh, as I felt her breasts press up against my back. My cold, sweaty back...

“You are a handsome young man,” I heard her whisper into my ear before her tongue traced round my earlobe, “and I know you will make a young lady very happy some day.”

“Fnku,” I mumbled through my gagged mouth, wondering what was happening as she started to kiss my neck again, and her hands stroked gently over my belly. I could feel her moving behind me now, pressing against my bottom as she swayed to and fro, and dammit - I was enjoying it.

I knew I was enjoying it, because I could feel myself reacting as any man would. Miss Brown knew it too, as her hand moved between my legs again and I felt her pressing down. “Hmmm - so glad you feel that way,” she whispered into my ear again, “I’m sure my friend has already shown you a good time, but allow me to do so as well.”

Was I in a position to refuse? Even if I had been, would I? I probably should have given it a lot more thought, but I was a young lad, unable to move or do more than softly groan as this dark skinned beauty kissed my back and massaged my cock. You tell me if you would have been able to do anything else?

I had to lie there, as her hand worked me, and I felt that throbbing again, slowly growing stronger and more urgent as her hand continued the slow, deliberate motion. As she did this, I could also feel her moving against me, and she wound her legs round me. I could see her dark naked flesh as she crossed her ankles around my thighs and kept up the long, gentle, arousing, sensual, amazing, groaning, moaning, bursting...

“Ah,” she said as she gripped me tightly while I shot my load, “I can see you really enjoyed that.” When I eventually stopped, she kissed me lightly on the neck and I felt her let go, slipping off the bed before I heard her putting her clothes on and the sound of a zip being pulled up.

“Don’t be ashamed, you deserved that reward for your help earlier,” she turned and said to me in the dim light before I watched her walk out of the room, closing the door behind me. I lay there, unable to do much except smell the scent in the air, before my eyes closed again.

But only for what seemed like a moment, as I heard the third woman, Miss Scarlett, say “Well, well - pleasant dreams Mark?”

I looked up to see her standing in front of me, the stocking mask still over her eyes but her mouth uncovered, and dressed only in a red bra and panties. I could see the light starting to come through my curtains, but when I looked at the clock I could see it was only four in the morning.

“I know the others have been in,” she said as she walked behind me, and released my legs from the hogtie before rolling me onto my back and sitting over me. I watched as she placed her gun next to my head, and then leaned over and kissed my gagged mouth.

“I’m going to take that tape off, remove the cloth, and then I want you to do exactly what I tell you to do, do you understand?”

I nodded mutely as she leaned over and peeled the strips of tape away from my mouth, then eased the very wet cloth away from inside. I coughed for a moment, and started to say “Can I ha...” before she placed her lips against mine and kissed me passionately, her hands pressing down on my chest as she did so.

“Mmmmmm” was all I could say as her tongue worked its way into my mouth and started to move round, playing with my own as I found myself returning the kiss. Eventually she released me and sat up on her knees, looking down on me as she said “So Mark, do you like what you see?”

I looked at her chest, hovering about two feet above me, and slowly nodded.

“Good,” Miss Scarlett said as she reached round and unfastened her bra, taking it off and letting it drop to the floor, “then you will have no problem with kissing them all over, will you?”

She then leaned down and rubbed her breasts against my face, leaving me with no choice - as if I could resist the offer anyway. I started to kiss her breasts as best I could, while she moved them over my mouth, encouraging me with her moans to kiss every inch that I could reach.

How can I describe what I was feeling by this point? We had been held hostage by three masked women, who had bound my mother and sister with scarves and made me fondle them, then tied me up - and one had given me what I had heard called a blow job, the second a hand job, and not the red headed one was making me use my mouth to kiss her breasts - her firm, soft, warm breasts.

“Oh that’s good Mark,” she moaned softly as she pressed them against my mouth again, “now kiss my nipples.”

She held them in front of me, as I slowly raised my head and enveloped the brown flesh in my lips, sucking as I kissed them as it made her moan louder. She made me kiss them in turn, as I felt them grown harder against my tongue and in my mouth.

“Plssstpmkngmdts,” I mumbled as she pressed them firmly against my mouth, but I really was in no position to argue with her. Instead I had to continue, and hope she did not notice the way I was feeling between my legs.

That did not seem to bother her however, as she moved her body up and said “now kiss me on my stomach.” I did as she asked, wondering what else she could possibly make me do to her.

A moment later, I realised I should not have asked myself that question, as she pulled her panties down around her knees, and then squatted down, pressing the area between her legs against my mouth and face. I gagged for a moment as she rubbed the soft, warm flesh against me, and I could smell - no, taste her flesh there.

“That’s right,” she said as she looked at me from no high, “Use your tongue and mouth, kiss me there or you will regret it.”

My eyes glanced over to the gun, and with great reluctance I started to kiss and lick her between her legs. As I did so, she moaned more and more loudly, pressing harder into my face and making my tongue taste the sticky fluid that was starting to come from between her legs.

I swear, there was nothing I could do as she forced me to kiss her, to lick her, and it seemed to excite her more and more until she thrust her body into my face and screamed out loud. I thought she was going to wake everyone or make someone knock on the door, but instead she relaxed and slipped off the bed, looking at me as she put her underwear back on.

“Wha... What did you just do to me,” I gasped as she looked at me, and wiped my face with my discarded boxers.

“Nothing - you did everything to me,” she said with a smile, before she wadded my boxers up and stuffed them into my mouth. It tasted sweet as she did so, before she said “Now be a good boy and keep them in there,” and left the room.

Well, I was in no position to trey and push them out - she had shoved them in so much my tongue was pressed down to the floor of my mouth. And besides - I was exhausted. I literally had no strength left, or clarity of thought as what I was going to do.

I just lay there, looking down my body and trying to think about everything that happened. Sure, when we had played games as a family I had been unable to contain myself, but I had always managed to make it to the bathroom before anything happened. This, however - this was in a way different league, and I was not sure whether I should feel violated or ecstatic.

Any other thoughts I may have had in that area were soon stopped by the door opening and Miss Black coming in, pulling her leather gloves up tightly over her hands as she leaned over and stroked my cheek.

“You look tired, Mark,” she said with a smile, “so I’m going to untie you, and you may have a short shower. Once you have had that, you need to come back in here with me until your mother and sister have had a chance to clean themselves up.

I nodded as she slowly untied the ropes and massaged my limbs, then looked at my mouth. “I see Miss Scarlett dropped in,” she said as she drew my boxers out, and then walked with me to the bathroom.

As we passed Mum’s room, I saw her and Kristen on the bed, the blanket wrapped round them and their legs pulled back. I could hear a faint buzzing sound as well, but before I could get a chance to ask I was pushed into the room and made to get under the shower.

The warm water woke me up a little bit, as I washed away all the sweat of the previous night. Finally, I came out and took the white towel that Miss Black handed me, before wrapping it round me and walking back to my room with her.

As I left the bathroom, Miss Brown was standing there with Kristen, who was shaking. She looked at me, but said nothing as I was walked to my room, and Kristen into the bathroom.

“Now, Mark,” Miss Black said, “Dry yourself off, and find a clean pair of boxers to put on. Then you can come downstairs with me and help me to arrange some breakfast for your family.”

“Can’t I put some more clothes on?”

“No,” Miss Black simply said. “Now hurry up.”

I found a clean pair of blue boxers and pulled them on, as well as a pair of sandals which Miss Black allowed, and then walked with her down to the kitchen. She watched as I prepared some cereal and coffee, as Kristen was walked in a few minutes later by Miss Brown. She was dressed in a light pink bikini, and sat down as I handed her some cereal.

“How are you,” she said as I sat next to her, and we ate.

“Tired - you?”

“Exhausted - after you left, those two women drove your mother and me wild.”

“How?”

Kristen looked at me and said “Mark, do you really want to know?”

“Sis, given what happened to me during the night, nothing would surprise me. But we can’t talk about it now - how’s Mum?”

“Sore,” was all Kirsten said before she took another spoonful of cereal in her mouth. After a few more minutes, during which time we finished our cereal and were able to have a drink of fruit juice, Miss Scarlett walked Mum in.

She looked tired, but she was only able to walk with difficulty - A rope had been tied tightly around her waist and taken between her legs, hugging her panties in place as she sat down and was given a cup of coffee. She too was also only wearing a bra with the panties, but Miss Scarlett had in her other hand Mum’s grey jacket and skirt and a camisole top.

“Have breakfast,” Miss Scarlett said, “and then get dressed. Are these two finished?”

We looked at each other and then nodded.

“Good - you two take them into the living room. Everything’s set up in there.”

“Come on,” Miss Black said as she took my arm, and Miss Brown’s Kristen’s, as we were walked into the front room. The curtains were still drawn, but we could see two dining chairs set in the middle of the room, while on the couch were several pairs of hose, mostly tan.

“Sit down and put your hands behind the back of the chair,” Miss Black said, so I sat in the seat and put my hands through the slats in the back rest, watching as she picked up one set of hose and then crossed my wrists, before tying them tightly together with the hose and then securing the legs to the back of the chair.

Miss Brown did the same thing to Kristen, while I watched the other masked captor using two stockings to tie my arms to the chair back, and then kneel in front of me, her gloved hands stroking my thighs as she crossed my ankles and tied them together with another set of hose, then pulled them to one side and secured my bound legs to the front leg of the chair.

“What’s going to happen now,” Kristen finally said as she watched Miss Brown binding her legs together with yet another pair of hose. “Haven’t you done enough to us already?”

“Oh, but last night was fun,” Miss Black said as she stood up and picked up another set of hose, “This is now business. Your mother is going to come with us, and you two get to stay here and see who can get free first. Of course, nylon knots are notoriously difficult to unpick, and the scissors will be in the kitchen...”

“Oh God - you can’t just leave us like this - it’s monsmmgmgmggg.” Kristen’s pleas were cut off by Miss Brown, who had stuffed the gusset of a pair of hose into her mouth and then tied the legs tightly around her head, leaving the knot between her lips.

“Yes we can,” Miss Black said as she looked at me, and then kissed me again before holding the gusset of another pair of hose in front of me. I nodded and opened my mouth, allowing her to gag me with the material, and then watched as we both had clear tape wrapped round our heads.

“We good,” Miss Scarlett said as she stopped in the doorway with Mum. She was dressed, but she looked at us in the most apologetic way I had ever seen her eyes be. I then saw the edges of the clear tape over her own mouth, and realised she was unable to talk as well.

“Bye both of you - thanks for everything,” Miss Black said as the three women left us alone, struggling in the chairs as we heard them open and close the front door, and then a vehicle drive off.

Well, we both started to try and work our way free, but they had been right - I found it impossible to try and get any sort of grip on the knots, and the nylon was holding fast no matter how much I twisted. Looking over, I could see Kristen felt much the same way, as she looked at me and started crying.

“Dntcr,” I said in as sympathetic a way as I could, but Kristen was really starting to let everything go, and I began to wonder what exactly had happened to both of them during the night. With great difficulty, I bumped my seat over to be next to her and leaned over, putting my head on her shoulder to try and tell her I understood.

I have no real idea how much time passed - I do know I fell asleep, because I was woken up by the sound of a woman calling out “Is anyone home?”

“NHRRRR!” I called out as loudly as I could, as the door to the room opened and Mrs Wrightson from down the road came in. She was a tall, thin, dark haired woman who was dressed in a leopard skin top, black tight leggings and high heeled sandals.

“I just came to.... OHMYGODWHATHAPPENEDHEREWHERSYOURMOTHERCANIFREEYOU!”

She looked at both of us, and then said “Don’t move,” as she left the room.

“Dntmv - vreefneee,” Kristen said as she looked at me, and watched as Mrs Wrightson came back with a pair of sharp scissors. She carefully cu through the tape and nylon around Kristen’s mouth, and then mine, allowing us both time to breath.

“Three women...,” Kristen finally gasped, “Held us hostage... Tied us up... Took Mum with them...”

“All right,” Mrs Wrightson said as she took a cell phone from her bag, “I’m calling the police. Do you have any idea where they took her?”

We both shook our heads as we heard her talk to a dispatcher, then start to cut us free from the chairs.

“Mark! Kristen!”

We both turned and looked at Mum as she ran into the hospital room and hugged us both. “Thank god you’re safe,” she finally said, “after I left this morning, they would not tell me anything. They forced me to drive to the office, open the safe, then they knocked me out. I didn’t come to until the officer came to see why the office had not been opened.”

“We’re all right, Mum,” Kristen said, “But how are you?”

“I want to put last night behind us - don’t you?”

We both nodded, but I knew one thing - I was never going to put what happened last night out of my memory. I also knew I had to find the Miss Right for me - the one who would want to play such games with me...

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