Wriggle Like
a Snake
“Maria? Where are you big sister?”
Eighteen year
old Salome Hernandez put her bag down on the marbled floor of her family home,
and looked round, smiling and feeling good to be back after her first few weeks
away at college. This was also the first
weekend her parents had left her alone with her big sister, and she was looking
forward to some quality time together.
The young
student had long chestnut brown hair, which fell down the back of her short
sleeved dark blue jacket. The shade of
blue matched that of her skin-tight pants, the lower legs of which were tucked
into a pair of black patent leather boots.
The front of her jacket was open, revealing a round collared leopard print top.
“Is that you
Sal,” she heard her sister calling out, and as Maria came out she held her arms
out in greeting. The twenty two year old
was a couple of inches taller, and had flowing black hair that fell over the
shoulders of her black sleeveless top, satin at the front and matt at the
back. Maria was wearing a pair of tight
black leggings that were solid at the back, but at the front had an ornate design
in silver and black, with her feet in a pair of black ankle boots.
“Welcome
home,” she said as she kissed Salome on both cheeks, “I have such a wonderful
time planned for both of us!! Come on in
– tell me all about college...”
Later that
evening, the two sisters were sitting by the fire, as they talked about the
most important topic of the moment.
“So is he
nice?”
“He’s cute in
a West Coast kind of way,” Salome said quietly.
“You want another drink?”
“Why not – we
could crack open a bottle of wine if you...”
Both young
women looked at each other as they heard the sound from another part of the
house. “Any idea what that might be,”
Salome said as she looked at her sister.
“No idea at
all,” Maria said as she stood up. “You
stay here while I go and have a look.”
The younger
girl nodded as she watched her sister walk out of the room, looking at the
empty glass in her hand. As she went to
stand up however, a hand suddenly pressed down on her mouth, forcing her back
into the leather as a voice hissed “Stay right there, and don’t say a word...”
“Whtssgnnnn,” Salome whimpered as she heard her sister say
“Must have been the cat – now...”
Maria stood still
as she saw the two men standing behind her sister, one of them with his hand
over her mouth as the other pointed a sawn off shotgun at her.
“All right,
little lady,” he said quietly, “do as we tell you and your little sister here
stays unharmed. Anyone
else at home?”
Maria slowly
shook her head as Salome looked at her.
“Please, if you want money, I know where there is some...”
“All in good
time,” the man said as he threw two lengths of rope at Maria.
“What do you
expect me to do with these,” she said as she caught them.
“Tie your
little sister’s ankles and wrists,” the man said, “tightly and quickly. I only have so much patience.”
“Mreee?”
“I am sorry,
Salome,” Maria said as she slowly walked over and knelt in front of her younger
sister, putting one length of rope on the ground before using the other one to
bind her ankles together, the rope squeaking as it rubbed on her leather boots.
She then took
Salome’s hands and put her wrists together, before using the second length of
rope to tie them side by side, hoping she was not hurting her too much.
“Maria, who
are they,” her sister finally asked as the hand was taken away.
“Never mind –
tie the older one up,” the man said, his companion grinning as he walked and
knelt behind Maria, pulling her arms behind her back as she felt the rope
biting into her skin.
She looked
over her shoulder as her ankles were tied together side by side, before she was
helped to sit next to Salome, the man grinning as he sat and watched them.
“Make sure
they don’t move while I take care of the phone and alarms,” the armed man said
as he walked off, Salome looking at her sister as she wriggled round.
“Who are
they?”
“I don’t know
– robbers, escaped convicts,” Maria said, “I’ve never seen them before.”
“All right,”
the man said as he came back, “where’s your safe?”
“In my
father’s office – I know the combination if you wish to...”
“Come with
me,” the man said as he made Maria stand, pushing her in front of himself as
she half walked, half jumped along.
“Make sure little sis there is properly secured.”
Salome
watched as the second man stood up, and picked up a bag from behind the couch,
her eyes widening as he opened it and took out more lengths of rope. “What are you going to do with them,” she
whispered as he picked one up and walked over, smiling as he knelt down and
started to wrap it around her legs below her knees, pulling them tightly
together as he took the rope around and between her legs. He then re-tied her ankles, much more tightly
this time, the rope again going between her legs as she tried to wriggle round.
Another band
secured her legs around her thighs, before he looked up and smiled at her, his
teeth yellowed. Salome tried to twist
her legs around, before he reached into his pocket, took out a large handkerchief,
and said “Open your mouth.”
She refused,
shaking her head and clamping her lips together as he stood up and walked
behind her. Salome was determined not to
have that dirty rag in her mouth, but as he pinched her nostrils closed, she
eventually had to open her mouth, nearly choking at the taste of the cloth as
he pushed it in.
She heard the
sound of the tape being torn off, and then the pulling on the skin around her
mouth as he pressed several layers of duct tape over her jaw and lips, sealing
the cloth in as she struggled to adjust her breathing. Eventually, she managed to do so as he
released her hands, and then pulled her arms behind her, using the rope to
secure her crossed wrists just as tightly as her ankles.
“Who are
you,” Maria said as she twisted in her father’s chair. The man had produced more rope from
somewhere, a lot more rope, and used it to bind her arms tightly to her sides,
the bands sitting above and below her chest as her top was stretched tightly
over, her breasts almost visible under the translucent upper part of her vest.
“Just some
guys looking for money and a fun night,” the man said as he emptied the
contents of the safe into a bag, and then looked at Maria. “You are very beautiful young women.”
“Oh god, no,”
Maria said as she pushed herself back in the chair.
“Relax – we
are not like that,” the man said as he closed the safe, “but we still can have
some fun.” He leaned over Maria, looking
at her as he traced his fingers over her chest.
“Please –not
my sister,” she whimpered, “if you must, take me, but not her...”
“I already
told you, we don’t do that,” the man said, “but you need to relax and accept
your position.”
“What...” Maria closed her eyes as she felt his hands
on her chest, gently groping as despite her fear she felt her body
responding. She gasped as her breasts firmed, her nipples hardened, and started to squirm in the
chair.
“See – we do not
wish to hurt you,” the man said, “but you can still have fun...”
Maria nodded
slowly as he walked behind her, groping her from behind now, his firm fingers
sinking into her breasts as he kissed the side of her neck.
Salome was
trying to wriggle away from the intruder’s grasp, as he held her from behind,
his hands on her breasts as they nestled between the two bands of rope. He had pulled them tightly together behind
her back, and then passed them under her arms and around the back of her neck
to make them even tighter.
She was
unable to stop him as he continued his assault on her, her struggles only
seeming to encourage him as she found herself pressing her chest into his
hands. There was a strange warmth
between her legs as well, one she could not comprehend as she rubbed her legs
together, the leather squeaking as she did so.
“OH god,”
Maria whispered, “I don’t want to frighten Salome, but if you keep doing
that....”
“What this,”
the man said as he pushed his hand between her legs, and Maria nodded,
spreading her legs as she did so.
“Then we must
make sure she does not hear,” he said as he held a cloth in front of her mouth,
“open wide.”
Nodding,
Maria allowed the intruder to push the cloth into her mouth, moaning into it
before he used strips of silver tape to cover her mouth, and then knelt in
front of her, stoking his hand between her legs as she wriggled round.
“Let’s make
you more secure,” he said with a grin, “once I have added something. Kneel on the floor.”
Salome
groaned out loud as the man pressed and squeezed her chest, before her eyes
shot open and she started shaking, taken completely by surprise as the man held
her and she groaned, before slumping in the chair.
The intruder
moved her onto the floor, taking another length of rope as she lay on her back
shaking, and tying it round her waist before he laid the two long ends between
her legs. She wondered what was
happening as she was rolled over, and then screamed into the cloth and tape as
the rope was pulled sharply up between her legs and secured to her wrists, the
rope rubbing on her very damp pants as she lay there.
As she looked
up, she saw the other man carry Maria back in.
She could see she was bound the same way, including the off white rope
which was between her legs.
“Hmggddutt,” Maria said as she was laid on her stomach,
Salome nodding as she blushed and the two men looked at them.
“Do you think
we should secure them anymore?”
“Nah – I
think they’re fine just the way they are,” the man said as they walked off, the
two girls looking at each other as they lay in the centre of the floor.
“Slmemedddhhh?”
Salome looked
at her sister, and shook her head as she tried to move her wrists – and then
let out a low moan as the rope rubbed against her already damp crotch.
“SMEEE!” Maria called out as she struggled –
and then let out a long moan herself as the rope rubbed on her leggings. The two women looked at each other, and then
as one they started to struggle, moving their wrists as the rope rubbed on them
and made them moan in unison. They both
felt the passion building again as they wriggled round, moving like snakes on
the highly polished floor as they reached another climax...
“Well, we
have the description,” the sheriff said as Maria and Salome sat opposite him,
wearing dressing gowns. The maid had
found them when she had arrived at six, and called the police before releasing
them. The ropes had been taken for
forensic examination, and the other material disposed of.
“Is there any
chance...”
“Every chance
– have you informed your parents?”
“Yes – but
they will not be back until tomorrow,” Salome said quietly.
“Well, we
will be in touch,” the sheriff said as he stood and touched his hat, the maid
showing him out.
“How are you
really feeling,” Maria said as she looked at her younger sister.
“I don’t know
– I had never felt anything like that before.
You?”
“Yes, but
never in such an intense and – well, fulfilling way,” Maria said quietly. “Does that shock you?”
Salome merely
shook her head, and said “would it shock you if I wanted to feel it again?”
It was
Maria’s turn to shake her head, as she said “Where can you buy rope around
here?”
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