The Summer Project
By T.S. Fesseln
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2010 T.S. Fesseln
Published by Burping Frog Publishing
Detroit, Michigan
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Cover art by Robert Deane
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Cover model: Carissa Montgomery
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Chapter 1
The warm California wind caressed through Stephanie’s long blonde hair as she drove home. The radio was cranked to ZZ Top’s “Gimme all your lovin” and all her cares were left in her empty school locker for the summer. This year she would be on her way to college and freedom. Not that Steph didn’t like her mother and new stepfather and her stepbrother Jeff. They were cool as far as family went. She just craved a little more space to call her own ... an apartment or dorm so she wouldn’t have to sneak boys home. That is all she really wanted, a little more privacy.
Home wasn’t too far away and Steph was reluctant to put an end to her revelries of school being out for the summer, but she needed to get home and get ready for the party tonight. She eased the Dodge Neon into the driveway and switched off the ignition.
Stephanie was one of those girls that made you think of Southern California. Long, blonde hair, bedroom blue eyes, lean and tan with ample breasts and an inviting smile. She was definitely popular around school and guys seemed to undress her with their eyes everywhere she went. She actually liked their stares. It was a compliment to her hours of exercise and sun worshiping. She was glad she inherited most of her good looks from her Mom.
Stephanie noticed that her stepfather, Ray, was home. He must have taken off early from his real estate office.
“I’m home,” Steph said as she stepped through the door.
“Hey honey,” her mother called out from the kitchen.
Steph made her way into the kitchen, where she found her mother and stepfather sitting at the table; Mom with her iced tea and Ray with his Fat Tire Ale.
“So how was your day,” her mother asked.
“Good. Real good. I can’t wait to get out to the beach and start drinking up those rays. This summer is going to be great!”
Her mother and Ray exchanged a brief look.
“Stephie,” her mother began, “We need to talk. Sit down.”
Alarms started to ring in Stephanie’s head.
“Here,” Stephanie’s mother handed her an iced tea after getting up and going to the fridge.
“What’s up, Mom?” Steph asked then took a long swallow of her iced tea.
“Well, honey, Ray and I have decided to take a long vacation together; the honeymoon we never had the chance to have.”
To Stephanie, this couldn’t have been better news! A chance to be alone for a few weeks!
“It is kind of sudden. One of Ray’s realty partners has a timeshare in the Virgin Islands. He originally was scheduled to go this week, but something came up and offered Ray the use of it for the month that his partner had scheduled.”
“Steph,” her stepfather said, “It took a lot of finagling, but your Mom and I are going ... our flight leaves in two hours. I wish we had more time to tell you about this, but it was one of those things that just came up and we would have been stupid not to take advantage of it.”
A whole month! Stephie couldn’t believe her ears.
“Jeff will be here to look after you,” Ray continued.
Stephanie’s elation faded a bit. She liked her stepbrother. He was a bit of a nerd, a six foot, well-built nerd, but a nerd. It was his second year in college and Steph only saw him on his breaks. For the most part, he kept to himself so this wasn’t going to be as bad as she thought.
“... And his word is law, Steph. He is in charge.”
“Cool,” Stephanie smiled, “that’s so cool that you guys can go.”
“Do as Jeff asks, honey,” her mother said.
“I will.”
“Well, we need to be headed to the airport. You take care, honey.”
“I will, Mom,” she said.
Stephanie and her parents exchanged hugs at the door before leaving. Apparently they had already packed. Stephanie watched their car leave from the living room window.
God, a whole month!
“Steph,” her stepbrothers called from behind her.
Stephanie turned around. Her stepbrother was coming down the stairs. He was wearing his Edgar Allen Poe t-shirt and jeans. Most of her girlfriends loved to ask her about her dark haired brother ... did he have a girlfriend ... what was he like ... what did he like, all those type of questions. He was good-looking, but just a bit strange.
“Are they gone?” he asked.
“Just left,” she smiled.
Jeff smiled his lopsided smile, “I’m glad. So what are your plans this evening, Steph?”
“Ann invited me to a party tonight,” she said as she skipped up the stairs to get ready.
“Well, I am sure you will have a good time tonight,” Stephanie heard her stepbrother call out as she went into her bedroom to get ready.
-oOo-
Jeff was getting ready too. He rechecked his supplies; rope, duct tape, handcuffs, a leather blindfold, a bright red ballgag. Jeff prayed for just this opportunity, to have his stepsister as a slave. Now he had her, alone, for an entire month to turn her into his own personal sex toy. He smiled as he heard the water turn on in the shower and knew it was time to strike.
Stephanie had a bad habit of leaving the bathroom door unlocked while she was using it, a habit that she hadn’t been able to break even though both he and his dad had accidentally walked in on her doing her make-up and other much more embarrassing stuff. Jeff supposed it was growing up all those years in single moms’ household with nobody else around other than her Mom.
Jeff tried the doorknob and found that it was indeed unlocked.
Stephanie had her shower radio turned on high as she showered, steam and Annie Lennox billowing out from around the curtain. Jeff just stood there, listening, waiting, and putting the rope and tape and cuffs silently on the counter. Soon, the shower was turned off and Jeff saw his sister reach for her towel from behind the curtain.
Stephanie was drying off her head and face when she stepped out from the shower, her face buried in the towel, when someone grabbed her and pinned her against the sink counter, driving the air out of her. The stranger yanked her arms behind her and with a quick click, Stephanie found that her hands were cuffed behind her.
“JEFF! HELP! HUUUUUUHGGGGGH,” Stephanie screamed as the intruder stuffed a large ball into her mouth and cinched it behind her head.
Stephanie tried to struggle, but there was only so much a naked girl could do. She tried to remember the things that her gym couch taught about self-defense, but here, now, the blond was in a panic. She was being forced against the counter as the intruder wound some rope around her elbows, cinching them together cruelly.
The blindfold came next. Stephanie tried to shake her head, but Jeff managed to get it into position and buckled it tight. Jeff then spun her around put her squirming form over his shoulder and after grabbing the rest of his supplies, started to carry her into his parents’ bedroom.
Jeff threw her onto the bed and again, pinning her on her stomach, he wrestled Stephanie’s long legs together and wrapped them in a coil of rope, binding them together.
Stephanie felt another strand of rope being wrapped around her waist. She fought and squirmed as much as she possibly could, but to no avail. The intruder rolled her unto her back, cinched the rope around her waist and then reached between her closed legs, feeding the rope through them. She was then wrestled back onto her stomach where she felt the rope tighten and sink into her pussy. The man then tied it to her handcuffs. Whenever she yanked and pulled on her wrists, the rope between her legs rubbed within her slit and over her clit.
Jeff stepped back to look over his prize. In his capturing of his stepsister, he hadn’t had the chance to admire her in all her helpless nakedness. Stephanie still continued to buck and struggle against her bindings as she lay on their parent’s bed. Her long, blonde hair was a tangle of wet strands partially obscuring her gagged and blindfolded face.
She was tall and slender and well tanned everywhere, thanks to that swimsuit made out of that special material. Her breasts were nice and large, with large nipples almost the same tanned color of her skin and now stiffened and erect, begging for attention.
Stephanie was not a natural blonde, and her snatch was covered with a thick, downy coat of mousy brown curls. Jeff got glimpses of it as his sister struggled. Stephanie was an erotic masterpiece waiting to be played.
Dad and mom’s bedroom was perfect for what Jeff had in mind. First of all, the bed was one of the wrought iron canopy beds; sturdy with lots of placed to tie-off rope. Secondly, all of his parents’ toys were here ... save for the ones they took with them on their trip. Not only were there vibrators and dildos and sexy lingerie, but also leather handcuffs, blindfolds, crops, nipple clamps, the whole shebang. Dad and Mom had been into the B&D thing for quite awhile, Jeff had found out.
Jeff got out the hidden key to the armoire and opened it up to his parents’ bondage collection. Sliding open one of the small drawers, he picked out two sets of nipple clamps and smiled.
Stephanie was still writhing on the covers, but considerably less. Jeff could imagine she was trying to think things through, trying to puzzle-out and attack her bindings logically. However, when Jeff sat next to her helpless form, she began struggling again in earnest.
Pinning her shoulders, Jeff rolled her onto her back and straddled her while she squirmed. Once he was on top of the blonde, he began to gently knead her breasts and nipples with his hands. Stephanie screamed into her gag. Jeff always enjoyed the noises a woman made through her gag, whether it be from pleasure or pain. He pinched her right nipple, not hard but enough so the jaws of the clamp had something substantial to bite into. Steph wailed as the nipple clamp closed. Jeff did the same to the other nipple with a different pair of chained clamps. He pulled the chain tight and fastened it to the bed’s comforter beside the struggling girl, and again, repeating the procedure on the other side. Now Stephanie was pinned to the bed by her nipples. If she tried to sit up, the clamps would yank at her nipples painfully.
Jeff got up off the bed. His stepsister was sobbing into her gag, drool running out from around it. Now that the clamps were in place, her struggles were considerably less. Now time to set up the video camera and to have a little fun ...
Part 2
Jeff looked upon his bound stepsister Stephanie through the viewfinder of his video tape recorder as she feebly struggled naked on the bed. The clamps that were fastened to each of her nipples to the comforter held her beautifully in place as he set up the camera to film her. In the weeks to come, Jeff wanted to document everything he could.
She was a beautiful sight, lying there bound, wrists cuffed behind her back, ankles bound tightly together, blindfolded, gagged, and a rope taut through her pussy lips. Her struggles had become less and less violent as she realized she could not get away.
Stephanie’s nipples had grown sore and numb as she lay on the bed and the metal cuffs around her wrists were biting into her back. Jeff must be tied-up or dead, she thought, crying. He would have came to her rescue if he could have. The police would have been here by now if he had been able to call. Now, she was going to be another victim like so many others she heard about on TV.
She could hear the intruder going about the room. Stephanie figured she was in her parents’ bed and the stranger was looking for valuables. He must be a burglar, she thought; a thought that brought her a little comfort. Burglars don’t usually kill people.
The rope between her legs itched. Stephanie moved her hips a bit and the rope rubbed against her clit, sending a pulse of pleasure through her. Slowly, she rocked her hips; the pleasure she experienced eclipsed the pains she was enduring. Stephanie tried to keep her movements as slight as possible so the burglar would not ‘see’ what she was doing. However, she could feel an orgasm slowly building within her with each rock of her hips.
However, Jeff did see. He could see his stepsister trying to get off on the crotchrope. Jeff could also see that she was trying not to move too much so as to draw attention to herself and what she was doing.
He smiled.
The camera was on and now, he would leave her so she could finish herself up. Jeff made a lot of noise then left the bedroom, shutting the door with some force, only to open it again so he could watch his stepsister from the doorway.
Stephanie heard the bedroom door shut and she began to struggle again in earnest for a different kind of escape. She found that pulling upon her wrists helped tighten the rope between her legs and thus give her more pleasure. She bucked her hips and she could her herself moan a bit through the gag. Stephanie always knew she was a bit noisy when it came to sex, so she was almost glad she was gagged so the intruder wouldn’t hear her.
Stephanie bucked hips more and more. The clamps on her nipples began to tug with an almost pain that Steph was finding out was erotic. A fiery orgasm was building within her, threatening to engulf her as she squirmed in her bonds. The flames of orgasm were building and building ...
Then the fire engulfed her in pleasure. Stephanie threw herself at her bonds, riding the flames of one of the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. She writhed and bucked and moaned into her gag until the flames started to die.
Slowly the waves of passion ebbed and Stephanie felt guilty and embarrassed over what had just happened. Was she that much of a slut? Here she was, tied-up and possibly going to be killed, and she was getting off.
The stranger’s touch was like an electric shock and Stephanie bolted away from him in her bonds, the clamps viscously biting into her nipples and causing her to scream with pain. His fingers caressed the flat of her belly, tracing around her ropes.
Oh my God, Steph thought to herself, he must have seen her. He must have come in while she was in orgasm. The thought flooded through her and caused her to turn crimson from head to foot.
Stephanie began struggling again, but she was worn out from her earlier efforts. The burglars’ fingers continued to trace over her skin, feeling every part of her. It was not a rough touch, like Stephanie would have imagined; rather it was gentle and somewhat arousing.
The bound blonde felt her legs being lifted up despite her squirming, and more rope being tied around them just above her knees. It felt to her like she was being encased in rope like a mummy. Then she felt the ropes loosen around her ankles. Her relief was brief, for the stranger fastened some sort of leather cuff around each of them and tied each one off, drawing them taut. Then he undid the rope around her knees.
Stephanie bucked and kicked as she felt her legs being drawn apart. Jeff pulled on both ropes looped over some of the wrought iron decorations adorning his parent’s bed. Not only was he drawing his stepsister’s legs apart but also pulling them upward a bit, giving Jeff a wonderful view of Stephanie’s pussy. Jeff continued pulling until her legs were taut and spread as wide as they could be. He could also see Steph’s finger’s fluttering underneath her upraised buttocks.
The blonde was in tears from the pain of her nipples being pulled as she was dragged down the bed by the ropes on her ankles. However, the pain was flared a bit before going away when the stranger unclipped the clamps. He gently rubbed them, kneading the areolas gently, sending more embers pleasure into her womb. There was another orgasm lurking within her, fiery coals wanting to burst again into flame, but she knew she couldn’t do that in front of the stranger. What would he think? What would he do to her if he found out she was actually enjoying certain aspects of her being bound like this?
Stephanie felt the stranger loosen the crotchrope by untying the knot binding the rope to her handcuffs and pulling the rope from between her puffed lips. The man shifted the ropes around her waist a bit without taking them off of her. She could hear the man rustling around the room a bit, opening drawers and such and she wondered what was next. The way she was tied, the stranger could very easily rape her, so why didn’t he?
It was a bit of a shock to feel something cool and smooth being pushed into her ... a vibrator, she thought. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind when the dildo began its low humming within her, send through her another cascade of pleasure. She squirmed a bit more, trying to expel the buzzing intruder, but the stranger held it inside of her and stroked her with it before pressing it deeply inside of her.
Jeff made sure that the vibrator was all the way in before retying the crotchrope. Passing the rope over the vibrator, he made sure that his stepsister couldn’t get rid of it. He pulled the rope through her lips as tightly as he could before knotting it. The last thing Jeff did was make sure the setting was on ‘low’ so that it would only tease his sister, keeping her at a slow boil. He then placed the control knob just out of reach of his sister’s fingers.
The vibrator was starting its magic within Stephanie. It was a low hum and it slowly began to fan the embers of passion within her. It was agonizing, being bound like this, tortured and humiliated by this buzzing thing. Stephanie knew she was being watched this time, her moans heard and the slight movements of her hips seen. She couldn’t stop her body anymore than she could escape her bindings. She could feel the coals of her orgasm glowing hotter, but she could do little to add to the fire without calling attention to what she was doing.
She writhed in her bonds, trying to make the rope rub her again while making it look like she was trying to escape. Her moans were real, but they were ones born of frustration. Stephanie knew that another orgasm was just beginning to burn within her yet with the vibrator on low, she couldn’t get herself off.
Jeff began to message his sister’s breasts again, slowly kneading them as he sat beside her wriggling form. This elicited new set of moans. His fingers played with her hardened nipples, pinching them lightly and pulling upon them; sending flares of pleasure shooting through Stephanie ... then the doorbell rang.
Part 3
The sound of the doorbell caused both Stephanie and Jeff to freeze for a moment. It had to be Kim, Stephanie thought, she was to drop by so they could go to tonight’s party together. Kim was always embarrassed by her white and rusted-out Aries K-car, an unreliable car at best.
Stephanie renewed her struggles to get free of her bonds, praying there would be some give to any one of them. She wanted to warn Kim as well as getting help for herself. Even as she squirmed, she felt the stranger above her pause and then leave the bed, making his way out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
Jeff glanced outside the bedroom window to see who it might be. He recognized Steph’s friend Kim’s car with its rust rings around the fenders and fingers of rust creeping up the doors. A piece of plastic film was taped up to replace the rear passenger window as well. Jeff was surprised that the engine and drive train hadn’t fallen out of the car yet.
I fleeting thought about kidnapping Kim crossed his mind. After all, she was an attractively built Hispanic girl with really long hair and breasts that just begged to be kneaded. However, it was too dangerous. He had to keep his mind on his soon-to-be slave stepsister.
The doorbell rang again.
Jeff raced downstairs and to the kitchen. Unlocking the sliding glass patio doors, he slipped outside and went around the garage towards the front of the house.
“Hey Kim,” Jeff said as he rounded the corner, seeing her standing on the porch, looking very much the part of a slut.
“Hey Jeff, where’s Stephie?” Kim asked.
“Didn’t she call you?”
Kim shook her head, “I don’t know. I haven’t been home. Dads blitzed again and he is tearing up the place, so I didn’t even go there. I could hear Mom screaming and yelling at him, too. No way was I going in there. A fucking war zone, ya know.”
“Oh,” Jeff said, “Well, she took off with my parents on a little vacation to the islands for a couple weeks or so. Dad got use of the timeshare down there and it was a last second type thing. I thought Steph would have called you to tell you or gotten in touch somehow.”
“No, she didn’t,” Kim said, looking crestfallen, “We were going to go out tonight. Sorta hard now, huh?”
“I’m sorry Kim. I didn’t know.”
“Well, I guess I go it alone, huh? Well, if she calls, tell her hi.”
Jeff smiled, “I sure will.”
Without another word, Kim made her way down the sidewalk to her car. She wasn’t tall at all, about five foot or so, but she had the curves on her. Large breasts, round butt and a narrow waist. Kim always dressed like a slut, with a bare midriff, tight black pullover with no bra, tight crop jeans and gold chains around her ankles and belly. She also used too much lipstick and mascara. However, Jeff could picture her bound and gagged along with his stepsister.
“Enough of that,” he whispered to himself, “back to business.”
Jeff went back around and came in by the kitchen door. He was careful to lock it again. His cock just ached thinking of what Steph was doing right now and how the vibrator he had imbedded into here was probably driving her wild.
It was indeed driving Stephanie wild. With it on low, she could feel it hum within her and stirring up all sort of pleasure. However, the buzzing wasn’t enough. It was fanning the fires but not feeding them. Her struggles to get away while the stranger was not in the bedroom had failed to even get an inch of slack from her bindings. The handcuffs imprisoning her wrists seemed to bite down even more.
She felt the stranger sit down on the bed beside her. The bound up blonde tensed, waiting for his touch; waiting for him to caress her or pinch her or slap her. However, it never came. The stranger just sat there silently; not moving.
The only noise that could be heard was the low hum of the vibrator and Stephanie’s whimpers behind her gag. Jeff just sat there and watched her. He knew it was making her nuts and that is what he wanted, to keep her off balance for at least the first few days. It would make it easier to turn her into his personal sex slave that would be willing to do anything he wanted of her.
Jeff got up and went over to the armoire. He had only sneaked peaks at his father and stepmother’s collection of toys. There were hung in neat rows a large collection of leather straps and cuffs along with padlocks and keys to lock them into place. There was a selection of various gags, including a ring gag that Jeff would definitely have to try on his stepsister. There were also a variety of crops and floggers, something that Jeff would need once the blindfold came off. There were two single sleeve armbinders as well as various harnesses and a few discipline helmets. In short, Jeff had everything he needed to keep his captive under wraps for weeks to come.
A low moan from his stepsister turned his attention back to his prisoner. Again, her hips were slightly rocking as to make sure that she didn’t draw undo attention to her arousal. She was squirming around, trying to look as if she was still struggling.
Jeff smiled a wicked smile as he pushed the controls closer to her questing fingers. Stephanie’s fingers touched the cord, then straining; she grabbed the cord into her hands and pulled on it until she had the controls in her hands.
Stephanie realized what she held in her hand. Her fingers traced the slide controls of her buzzing intruder. She slowly moved the button up and felt the dildo respond with an increased fervor. The new level of humming sent larger ripples of bliss flaring through her.
Oh God! What if he was watching! Stephanie suddenly thought and dropped the controls. She felt him leave the bed but did not hear the stranger leave the room.
Then she felt the vibrator become a raging demon. Jeff had taken the controls and shoved them to their maximum. Stephanie was filled with pure bliss and the flames of ecstasy raged through her very being. Her moans through the gag were loud and passionate as her whole body writhed under the new assault.
Then the vibrator stopped.
Before she knew what she was doing, Stephanie let out a whine of frustration. She must be a slut, finding comfort in a simple orgasm but even that was now denied her. Stephanie’s tears were those of humiliation. The stranger KNEW what she was doing and he was toying with her.
Jeff could not stand it any more. The sounds of her moans and the sight of her helpless, naked form spread before him on the bed was just too much. He thought he was going to cum right then and there. He pulled off his T-shirt and peeled out of his jeans and underwear.
Stephanie felt the stranger crawl into bed between her legs. She knew what was going to happen next but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. She felt him lean over her. Soon, she knew she would feel the rope through her pussy would be pulled away ...
The intruder kissed her forehead. It was the light, tender kiss like that of a lover. Then he kissed her cheek, tasting the sweet saltiness of her tears. Stephanie threw her head back and forth, but it did not matter. The stranger cupped her head in both of his hand and kissed her on her gagged lips.
His next kiss was between her collarbones just below her throat. Jeff could smell the perfume she put on this morning. He was pretty sure it was ‘Poison’ and on his stepsister, it smelled like the Garden of Eden. His kisses trailed down between her breasts slowly.
The vibrator then raged on inside Stephanie as Jeff turned it back on high. She involuntarily arched herself to him and let out a loud moan through her gag as another rush of pleasure scoured through her.
It was then that Jeff leaned down and kissed her left nipple, taking it into his mouth and teasing it with his teeth. He first licked around the stiffened nub and the bite it hard enough to get a squeal out of his helpless sister. He first would do it to her left nipple, and then her right one. Back and forth between the two while the vibrator hummed on. Each near painful bite would send another ripple of joy through her despite herself.
Then his kisses went back between her breasts.
Then Jeff kissed Steph’s sternum area; slowly working his way down over her belly; pausing only to ream her navel with his tongue. The blonde squirmed and laughed into her gag; her belly button being very ticklish. A wicked grin came over Jeff’s face and he continued to lap at Stephanie’s navel.
Stephanie screamed into her gag and threw herself at her bondage, trying to get away from the intruders wicked tongue. The vibrator continued to work its evil magic within you and she felt another orgasm building higher and higher within her. A whirlpool of white-hot passion rose to finally engulf her and drown her in bliss. The orgasm was more powerful than anything she had ever felt before and she was limp as a rag doll when it was over.
Jeff removed the rope through his sister’s sex as well as the vibrator from her and she was too drained to protest save for a few mewls through her gag. He had no doubt that Steph was already very wet and he eased himself into her and felt her warmth surround him.
Steph felt the stranger enter her and most of her didn’t care anymore. She had already cum twice in front of this man so there was nothing more that this man could do to her to degrade her any more. The fact that he felt good pumping slowly in and out of her only proved that she was indeed a slut.
Jeff was surprised to feel his stepsister thrust her hips up to meet his as he slowly thrust himself into her again and again. Her moans were no longer moans of displeasure, at least to his ears. Her gagged mewls and moans sounded full of pleasure.
Slowly, he gained speed and felt her intimate muscles milking him. Oh God, this felt sooooo good and Jeff good see his sister was enjoying it too. The combination of all those built-up minutes of watching his sister struggle and cum, the noises that she made as she moved beneath him and the pure bliss he felt fucking her had finally added up to Jeff feeling his cum boiling up his shaft and in a burst of ecstasy, he came inside her.
The stranger cum felt hot and molten inside Stephanie and she moaned loudly and cried. She felt the tears run down the sides of the blindfold. He had cum in her and she had enjoyed it. How could she live with herself?
Jeff lay beside her for a bit, just enjoying the after burn of what had just happened. He enjoyed everything about her at this moment; the way she smelled, the small whines she made in her gag, the looks of her stretched and bound body, the feel of her warm skin against his. He would not trade this moment for anything right now.
Stephanie felt the stranger’s fingers lazily tracing over her breasts and stomach. It felt just like a lover’s touch after making love. It had tenderness. It was something that Stephanie had not expected. She fully expected a wham, bam, thank you ma’am and the stranger would be gone and she would have to live with what she had done. She did not expect he would stay.
After awhile, Jeff got up and went to his parent’s bathroom to relieve himself. The one thing he did not like about himself was the need to go pee just after sex. He suspected Stephanie would probably need to go as well.
After pulling on his jeans, he looked through his parent’s collection of toys. There was a nice, white leather armbinder that Jeff thought would work wonderfully to keep Steph from escaping for awhile. He also pulled out a white leather collar and a pair of white cuffs for her ankles. He also selected a chrome spreader bar.
Stephanie felt one of the cuffs around her ankle being loosened, only to be replaced by another one and tied back into place, spread wide. The stranger did the same for her other ankle. She then felt something fastened between them before undoing the knots that held her legs to the bed post.
Stephanie felt herself being set up and bent forward. She had ceased to feel her fingers and hands so when the cuffs were unlocked, she could not even move them very well to try to escape. She felt some tape being wound around both wrists, binding them together. Stephanie struggled little. She was just too tired and numb.
Jeff then pulled the leather armbinder around both of his stepsister’s arms to encase them. He was really amazed she didn’t struggle more with this. He fully expected Steph to be a tiger. But Jeff laced up the binder without any problem, finally buckling the straps tightly around her shoulders. Lastly, he placed the collar around her neck and buckled it into place.
The stranger was trying to ease Stephanie from the bed and she really didn’t want to go. She just lay there under his proddings and pushings. After a bit of this, the stranger stopped.
Jeff had not considered this. He had to think of some way to herd her.
Part 4
Jeff looked at his bound stepsister as she lay in bed. Stephanie’s arms were encased in a white leather armbinder. A pair of white ankle cuffs and a chrome spreader bar was holding her legs open. A white collar graced her neck. Save for the red ball gag and the black leather blindfold, she was picture perfect. However, Jeff needed to move her to the bathroom.
He looked once again in his parent’s armoire for inspiration. Hung inside one of the doors was a variety of whips and crops. All of them looked vicious and he was reluctant to use them on her. He really didn’t want to hurt her, only use her.
Then he saw it.
Set in the back corner of the armoire was an item sort of shaped like a spear gun. The grip and body of the gun was made of black plastic and had a red numbered knob as well as a trigger. The long ‘barrel’ was made of a polished blue metal with a pair of chrome ‘fangs’ spread about two inches and pointed slightly toward each other. When Jeff pulled the trigger, there was a crackling electric noise and a sharp snap.
Jeff realized it was a kind of a cattle prod.
He turned the knob down to the lowest number and approached his blonde sister, still laying there on her front; bound and not moving much at all save for a little movement here and there. Jeff didn’t know how much the prod would sting but he figured on the lowest setting, it probably wouldn’t hurt much but would get his point across.
He pressed the cold tips to her side and pressed the trigger.
To Stephanie, it felt as if she were stung by a huge wasp. She screamed into her gag and jolted in her bonds. The pain was as hot as a branding iron and continued to ebb slowly as she curled herself the best she could into a ball; tears streaming across her face.
Stephanie then felt something being attached to her collar; a chain. She felt a slight tug. Then she felt the cold tip of the prod against the side. The stranger’s message was clear. The blonde girl struggled the best she could to sit up on the edge of the bed. The bar holding her legs open made it hard for her to stand and balance, but at the insistence of the chain fastened to her collar, Stephanie stood up.
The bound girl had to take small steps as she was pulled along and she was afraid that she would fall flat on her face at any time. She pleaded into her gag, but the stranger ignored her, pressing the cold steel tip of the prod against her breast or thigh and giving her collar another tug.
It seemed like an eternity, but finally Jeff’s slave sister was in his parents’ bathroom. God, she looked beautiful. Her long, blonde hair, still wet from her shower and struggles, hung limply over her gagged and blindfolded face. The white collar contrasted so well with her tanned skin. Stephanie’s breasts seemed to beg for Jeff to touch them and lick them and pinch them. Her California slender form was so delicious that Jeff found his cock getting hard again.
Stephanie felt the stranger gently push her down and she found that she was sitting on her parent’s toilet. Obviously the stranger wanted her to relieve herself, but she wasn’t sure if she could in front of him. She felt as she needed to pee, but his stares kept her need bottled up inside.
She felt the cold tip of the prod caress her left nipple, flicking at its erect tip.
It was one of the hardest things that Stephanie had ever been forced to do and finally, she let her bladder go and as the stream sprayed into the toilet, she felt some measure of relief despite her embarrassment at the situation.
Jeff went over to the sink and ran warm water over a washcloth. As she sat on the toilet, he first brushed the hair out of her face and wiped the tears from her cheeks. He then tugged a bit on her collar. With a little help from Jeff, Stephanie stood up.
Stephanie could hear the water running in the sink and could smell the fresh smell of soap. She felt the warm cloth run over her shoulders and then her upper chest. He took his time, making sure she was well scrubbed. The stranger paid particular attention to her breasts, roughly scrubbing them and playing with her erect nipples. Despite everything, Stephanie could feel herself getting turned on by his attentions.
The captive felt the cloth scour over the flat of her stomach and down closer between her legs. He ran the warm cloth up and down her inner thighs slowly. Stephanie found herself wanting him to touch her sex; to take her away from the horrors of the past couple hours. However, he continued to tease her with the cloth, cleaning all around her pussy but not ever touching it.
Jeff smiled up at his sister as her bathed her. The lingering smell of sex was still strong and her whimpers from behind her ball gag were not of protest. They were whimpers of need and the rocking of her hips as she stood there told Jeff all he needed to know. But first, he had to do a few things.
Stephanie heard the intruder leave for a bit, only to return a few moments later. With his return, she could hear him fiddle around with something but she wasn’t sure what. However, a few moments later the warm washcloth returned and she didn’t care.
Jeff scrubbed over her breasts again, this time before the cold eye of the video camera. He wanted this to be on tape and wished he had more than a single camera to catch everything.
The stranger stepped around in back her and reached around the massage her breasts with the wash clothes. The rough cloth teased at her nipples. The stranger would lightly pinch at Stephanie’s erect nips through the cloth, causing her to shiver with pleasure. She felt her need growing inside of her again like a slowly simmering pot wanting to boil over.
His captive sister whimpered when he stopped. Her mewls through her gag and her rocking movements had hardened Jeff again to the point of aching. He needed to take her but she wasn’t quite in the position he wanted her in. Grabbing her leash, he pulled downward on her collar, making her bend over until he could tie the leash off to her spreader bar. Jeff could hear her protesting noises as she tried to balance herself in her new position, but Jeff ignored her.
The young blonde teetered in her new position, trying to keep focused on not falling over. Bound as she was, she wouldn’t be able to catch herself. She could hear the intruder walking around her and she almost feel his eyes drink in her bound form. A warm wave of pleasure coursed through her just at the thought.
Stephanie heard the stranger leave for a bit again. She wondered what he was going to do with her next. She struggled a bit, but being balanced he way she was, she couldn’t do much more than twist around a little bit. She stopped as soon as she heard the man return and turn on the sink faucet.
Jeff almost started to whistle as he dangled the nipple clamps in the cold running water. Fortunately, he stopped himself. It was a habit of his step- sister would surely pick up on. Right now, he wanted to be an anonymous prowler.
He removed the clamps when he thought that they were cold enough. They were not ice cold, but cool enough to be uncomfortable.
Jeff’s sister was still moaning behind her ball gag and he noticed she had also began to drool. In a way, he found it sexy. His captive couldn’t even control even THAT basic function.
He knelt to the side of her and began to slowly message one of her nipples, causing her to moan a bit more loudly. Jeff could be imagining it, but he actually thought that she might be enjoying his treatment of her. Once her nipple was fully erect, he clipped on the first clamp.
It felt as someone had bit down hard on her nipple and Stephanie screamed into her gag and began to squirm a bit, though her position made that impossible. The blonde felt the intruder pull at what was clamped onto her breast. The initial pain stopped to a dull ache.
The intruder then began to play with her other nipple.
“Nnnuuuughhh!” she screamed into her gag, shaking her head.
Jeff, however, ignored her pleas and placed the other clamp on her nipple. His blonde stepsister moaned in pain but he knew it was from the shock rather than any real pain.
Each of the clamps had a long chain dangling from them and they gave him a wicked idea. He pulled down on her leash a bit so that Stephanie had to bend over a bit more, putting a bit of slack in the leash lashed onto the spreader bar. Jeff then attached one of her nipple clamp chains to the bar so that it was taut. He did the same to the other chain. She would have to keep this position or it would pull painfully on her nipples. She was now ready for what he had in mind.
Stephanie’s brother stepped around in back of her and drank in the beauty of her nicely rounded ass and the pussy looking so ripe and juicy for fucking. His dick had been aching for another go at her and there was nothing his sister could do about it. He gripped her hips firmly and lined himself up with her slit. Gently, he eased himself into her without much difficulty, finding she was already ready for him.
The bound girl let out an animalistic moan as the man filled her. Stephanie leaned back into, matching his thrust, enjoying each movement he made within her. As she moved, the clamps on her nipples tugged at them painfully, send an erotic mix of pain and pleasure roiling through her in a churning wave.
It was a fire within her that needed to consume everything that she was. Stephanie did not understand it and was almost terrified by the way the need engulfed her despite the fact she was being raped and abused. But now, right now, the pure feeling of bliss filled every nook of her being as she churned back upon his cock.
The man’s thrusts into her were now almost violent and the hands clutched her hips were almost vise-like. The pleasure within her whirled dervish-like, mixing with the sharp pain tugging at her nipples.
The she heard the man groan and felt his cum shoot up inside her, filling her.
Stephanie continued to thrust herself maniacally onto the stranger’s shaft, but he did not return the favor. Instead, he removed himself from her.
“Nuuuuuggghhh!” she begged through her gag.
The captive blonde was so close to letting an orgasm engulf her, yet, without the stranger, she could not bring herself off.
She heard the man pissing into the toilet and she whimpered again through her gag, begging for him to bring her off. But he ignored her mewls. She wriggled and squirmed to try to entice the intruder back; to make her cum. But, he just patted her butt and left her to stew in her own juices.
Part 5
After relieving himself, Jeff threw on his shorts and went downstairs to grab himself a Coke. He left his sister bent over and bound nude in his parent’s bathroom, moaning in frustration through her red ball gag. Her arms were still encased in a white leather armbinder and her legs were held apart by a spreader bar. The leash to Stephanie’s white collar was lashed tightly to her spreader bar as were the light chains to Stephanie’s nipple clamps, forcing her to bend forward precariously. Jeff didn’t mind that his stepsister teetered there in the bathroom like that, just like he didn’t mind that she didn’t cum this time round. A little discomfort never hurt a future slave.
He went back into the bedroom and sat down on his parent’s bed and watched his stepsister balance and whimper through her gag. This was all he had ever hoped it would be - and more. The only thing that Jeff needed was to order her around, but he didn’t think he could disguise his voice well enough to fool Stephanie.
Jeff took another sip of Coke and enjoyed the view of his blonde captive, contemplating this problem. Though he was tired, he could feel the urge to use her again stirring in his crotch.
Then it came to him. It was perfect. He just hoped that Toys-R-Us still had them in stock.
Stephanie quietly moaned yet again, drool running down her rubber gag and onto the floor below her. Jeff needed to keep her occupied while he went shopping so she wouldn’t get into any mischief. It was time to go through his parent’s armoire again.
Jeff’s parents had an amazing collection of sex toys and bondage equipment. There were at least two-dozen different vibrators in one of the drawers. There were also gel butt plugs and dildos. Another drawer had enough potions, lotions and oils to last a lifetime. It was in a large drawer that he found something that fired his already overloaded imagination; a slender vibrator on an adjustable metal floor stand.
Grinning, Jeff brought the stand over to his bound blonde and set it down between her spread legs. Stephanie could feel the stranger behind her doing something, but she couldn’t figure out what. She felt something nudge at her sex and she tried to thrust down upon it; trying to relieve the pent-up passions that were tormenting her.
The stranger pulled the toy away, denying her any slake for her libido. Stephanie could almost hear the man chuckle.
Again, she felt something press at her sex and again she tried in vain to impale herself onto it. The stranger just teased her with it; mocking her needs to relieve herself of this whirlpool of pleasure that was churning within her. This time, however, she did not try to thrust back hoping that he would do something more.
Stephanie felt the very tip of the tool brush lightly against her desire-swollen lips. Then she felt the tool buzz alive, sending a shocks of pure bliss coursing through her. She tried to thrust herself down upon the vibrator, but her bondage would not allow her to move much without danger of falling over. The electric buzz was sending waves of pleasure through her, but not nearly fast enough.
There was nothing Stephanie could do about it.
She wriggled a bit and tried to impale herself a bit more upon the vibrator, but she found that she would just push the thing away and bound as she was, she dare not move much at all for fear of falling.
The blonde moaned her displeasure, hoping the stranger would somehow take pity on her and let an orgasm engulf her.
There was no reply. Not even a cruel laugh; and Stephanie began to weep silently from her frustration.
Jeff was not there to enjoy that, however, though he would enjoy watching the video of it later. He was on his way to the toy store to find one of those toy microphones that would distort his voice. He had seen them there a few weeks before when he had gone shopping for a squirt gun ... one of his ‘childish’ games he liked to play at college. Jeff hadn’t thought much of it at the time save for trying it out for a laugh. He liked the metallic robot sounding distortion the best and he thought that one would be the best for training of his stepsister. Cold. Heartless. Perfect.
Stephanie’s brother took his time at the store, looking at the toys from a kinky perspective. In the end, he picked up several other items that he was sure the manufacturers never intended them to be used the way Jeff was about to use them. A bored looking clerk rang them up Jeff’s purchases and soon he was on his way back to his future slave.
Stephanie ached. Her calves were beginning to really hurt as well as her shoulders. There was also a dull, almost erotic throb in her nipples from the young blonde’s struggles. However, the thing that ached the most was Stephanie’s pussy. It was not a painful ache like the one in her jaw caused by the ball gag, but one of pleasure denied. With the vibrator positioned the way it was, it tickled and teased at her sex mercilessly without giving her the ultimate pleasure. She almost came several times, but the motion was not quite enough to send her over the edge.
It was hard to think of anything else other than cumming. Stephanie wondered a bit about where her captor was and if he was laughing silently at her predicament. She wondered about her stepbrother and if he was okay. But mainly just thought about the bliss of just cumming and ending her torment.
“Do you want to cum?” a deep metallic voice startled Stephanie, almost causing her to over-balance and fall over.
Stephanie nodded her head and moaned loudly into her gag.
“No harm will come to your brother if you do exactly as I say,” Jeff said, speaking into his toy voice distorter, “Do you understand?”
Again, Stephanie nodded her head.
“Good,” Jeff smiled, walking around his captive, enjoying the view, “First of all, your name is slave. You will answer only to that name and no other. Do you understand, slave?”
The bound blonde nodded slowly. She had no choice. Her fate, at least now, was sealed with leather and chain.
“Do you want to cum?”
Stephanie moaned and nodded her head. The man’s words were like throwing kerosene on a fire, igniting a deep, forbidden desire within her ...
‘Whack!’
The pain of his hand spanking Stephanie hard on her ass almost sent her sprawling. She screamed into her gag.
“I TOLD YOU ONLY TO ANSWER WHEN YOU, SLAVE, ARE ADDRESSED,” the metallic voice yelled.
The bound captive sobbed into her gag. Stephanie felt the stranger’s hand slowly rubbing where he had swatted her.
“Now, do you want to cum?”
Stephanie only quietly sobbed as she stood, bent over and bound. The stranger had not called her ‘slave’ and she did not want to be spanked that hard again. She just bit into her gag and waited patiently.
The girl felt a gently pat on her butt.
“Good girl,” the metallic voice said, “You are learning quickly. Now, slave, do you want to cum?”
In tears, Stephanie nodded and whimpered.
Jeff knelt down and adjusted the vibrator’s stand so that it started to penetrate his blonde slave and turned it on high. A fiery explosion of pleasure ripped through Stephanie and it was the hardest orgasm she had ever experienced. Her whole body quaked, as it became a whirlpool of white-hot ecstasy. She wasn’t even aware the stranger was holding her up and her body became limp from the joy. When she finally regained some sense of what had happened, she found that her nipple clamps were gone and she was sitting on the cool bathroom floor.
The stranger brushed his fingers through Stephanie’s long hair.
“That is a good slave,” the cold voice said, “from now on you may only cum when I command you to. Do you understand, slave?”
Stephanie nodded her head. Her whole body was still in a euphoric twilight zone caused by her orgasm. She had never came that strongly before. It was if her whole being was one white-hot orgasm.
The blonde felt herself being picked-up and carried over to the bed. Her leash to the spreader bars had also been loosened so that she was relatively comfortable in her bindings. Her calves no longer ached, but her jaw and shoulders did a bit.
“Are you thirsty, slave?” the stranger asked.
Stephanie was thirsty and nodded.
“I am going to take your gag out, slave. However, if I hear a single word out of you, I will punish both you and your brother. Do you understand this, my slave?”
Again, Stephanie nodded.
The stranger left her on the bed for a bit and Stephanie was too tired and worn to try to struggle. She was grateful just to be out of a few of her bindings. A glow of her orgasm still flowed through her and she just bathed in it as if she would soaking up the sun outside.
“Okay, slave, you remember the rules?” the metal voice asked.
Stephanie did and nodded that she did.
She felt the stranger undo the strap behind her head and ease the ball gag out. Her jaw was stiff and she moved it around, glad that the rubber-tasting thing was out of her mouth. The young blonde then felt the tip of a straw and she took a sip.
The Coke tasted like heaven as it filled her mouth. She didn’t realize how thirsty she really was and she eagerly sipped at the straw, drinking all she could. God knew when this stranger might let her drink again. It didn’t take long for her slurp the last of the drink up through her straw.
“I have a different gag for you slave,” Jeff said through his toy voice distorter, “This will be more comfortable.”
Stephanie shook her head no; she did not want to be gagged again.
“Slave, do you want me to punish you?”
Timidly, the blonde shook her head no.
“Then you must obey me. Open your mouth.”
The bound girl did. Jeff pushed into her mouth a foam ball he had found at the toy store. It was big enough to fill her mouth but not enough to be uncomfortable.
“Close your mouth, slave.”
Jeff then took some medical tape and placed it over his sister’s lips. He did this several times; smoothing the tape out and making sure her lips were sealed together. To Stephanie, the foam ball tasted awful but in was more comfortable than her previous gag.
“There, my pretty slave,” the stranger patted her on her head, “much better.”
Stephanie then felt the stranger fingertips trace down her neck and to her breasts, gently caressing circles around her nipples.
“Now that you have relaxed some, slave, I think we should enjoy another game or two ...”