Emily

Sometimes it pays off to be an identical twin...

I had lusted after Emily since the day my twin brother Henry introduced her to me. His new girlfriend had just moved to the midwest from New York, and despite the fact that she was a Yankee fan, I was smitten. Her body was unbelievable, perfect in every way. She was petite, perhaps 5’2”, 110 pounds, with the greatest pair of natural DDD tits I have ever laid eyes on. She loved to show them off too, always wearing low-cut shirts and sweaters, finding a reason to brush my arm gently as if she knew my thoughts.

Henry had made a grave mistake the day Emily and I were introduced. We were at a party at a mutual friend’s house, Emily and my boring date had run off to the ladies room to “powder their noses”. Henry was a bit drunker than I, and commented that Emily was ravenous in the sack. I muttered something under my breath, and then he made the mistake. He told me that Emily was a ravenous bondage fiend in the bedroom, alway bringing home new, weird toys for him to use on her, making him tie her up and fuck her brains out. Henry thought this whole thing was weird, but did it because it made her happy, and she loved to suck cock while tightly bound. I tried not to comment on it but I knew the instant he started telling me this, that Emily had to be mine.

I figured the easiest way to take her, and avoid any complications would be to exploit her fantasies. Henry had a long commute about half the days of the week, as long as I picked the right day, I should have plenty of time to take her, and set-up the house as if she had left him. Emily was amazingly attractive, but not very bright. Because my brother was the breadwinner, Emily didn’t really have to do anything with her day except spend them with equally well-off girlfriends, or laying about the house. During my research, I observed that she would often attempt to tie herself up, putting on various types of gags, stuffing her holes with all kinds of strange toys. Believe me, watching her, at times it was hard not to burst in a fuck her brains out then and there. The only thought that held me back is that she would one day be in my possession, and no-one would suspect where she had really disappeared to.

The morning of, I pulled on the suit I had bought that looked much like one that my brother wore often to work, jumped in a rented SUV (which also resembled the car Henry drove), and drove to a parking lot that had a excellent view of Henry’s route to work. When I thought I saw his car pass by, I waited about 20 minutes, and called him from my cell with a random question about his and Emily’s plans for the upcoming holidays. He didn’t know, he and Em had been fighting all night, about an old boyfriend she had run into at a party. I didn’t pay much attention to the details.

After I was reasonably sure Henry was at work. I pulled out of the lot and pointed the car down the county road Henry’s house was off of. About twenty minutes later, as I pulled in the driveway, I could see that Emily had just gotten out of the shower, the bathroom window was all steamed up, and she had  wiped away some of the condensation to peer out at the vehicle coming down the driveway.

As I walked up the sidewalk to the front door, I pulled a black ski-mask out of my pocket, which also held several pairs of zip-cuffs, the red ball off a ball-gag, and a roll of electrical tape.

The front door was open, I’m not sure what I would have done if it wasn’t, the whole operation might have been blown if it was. I pulled on the ski-mask, and opened the door, pulling the zip-cuffs out of my pocket. Emily peeked out of the bathroom down the hall, saw what looked like Henry with a ski mark on, starting her favorite sex game, squealed with delight, and took off down the hallway clothed only in an old t-shirt.

I walked after her, saying nothing, listening to her excited movements around Henry’s bedroom. When I walked through the bedroom door, I was shocked. Somehow, in the time of about ten seconds, Emily had found and put on a very sexy pair of 4” stiletto heels, and a much cuter v-cut t-shirt that showed a bit of cleavage. I quickly pushed her onto the bed, facedown as I didn’t want to give her any chance of a good look at me than necessary, and used the zip-cuffs to bind her elbows together. Next came the wrists, then the ankles, which I attached to her wrists in a hogtie, using a long zip-tie. She didn’t have any underwear on, and I could see as I worked that she was sticking her beautiful ass out just a little bit, and the folds of her pussy peeked out ever so slightly as she did.

After pulling her into the hogtie, I carefully folded her fingers into a fist, thumb inside the fingers, and taped her hand into a ball using the electrical tape. She had been gasping and moaning the whole time, whispering about how she never thought I (Henry) would be this serious about playing the kidnap game. She asked once or twice when the safe-word should be, but I pretended not to hear, and continued with my work.

When she was completely immobilized, I pulled out the red ball I had harvested from a cheap ball-gag for this purpose, pinched her nose slightly, and shoved it in her mouth. The ball was a smaller one, and the whole thing fit, easily sliding behind her teeth as she made a little noise, unprepared for how quick and decisive the entire movement was. I then used the electrical tape to wrap the bottom half of her head securely. She began mumphing and moaning a little as I began to blindfold her with more tape, leaving only the very top of her blonde hair, and her nose sticking out.

Now I had a little time to breathe and look around the house. I quickly found her stash of  bondage toys...not a bad collection at all. She had several pairs of cuffs, an armbinder that looked incredibly tight even for her small frame, a couple varieties of gags including one of the biggest ballgags I’ve ever seen, rope, a pair of latex panties with inserts for both holes and a place to put a small vibrator on the clit, a severe posture collar and a leather discipline helmet that looked totally unused. Besides these she had a few other things including a large pussy pump, several dildos and vibratos of various sizes that looked like they could be attached to the end of a pole, nipple clamps, and a small USB thumb drive. I took one of the larger vibrators, flicked it on, and tossed it on the bed between her legs. She instantly twisted and turned, stretched and flexed until she could place her clit on the vibrating member. She started really moaning, and I left the bedroom to look around the house a bit.

After a quick inspection of the house I returned to the bedroom to finish my work. Emily was going to town on the vibrator, as much as she could in her bound state, but it was pretty obvious that it was starting to frustrate her. I pushed her legs apart, and she started at my touch, previously unaware that I had re-entered the room. I parted the lips of her pussy, which were soaking wet, and slid my middle finger deep into her waiting vag. I deep, throaty moan escaped the taped in ball gag, and she practically shook with ecstasy. She squeezed down with her Kagal muscles, gripping my finger with fist-like strength.

Instead of giving her further pleasure, I decided to go first. I cut the zip-tie that held her in the hog-tie, and she seemed grateful for the strain relief. Next I began to un-tape her mouth, but left the blindfold. When all the tape was off and I pulled the ballgag out, she started RAVING about how hot she was for my (Henry’s) cock, how she wanted to spend everyday like this, bound at my (Henry’s) whim. When I didn’t say anything she went on, practically screaming that my silence was only making her hotter. Good thing they didn’t have any neighbors close by, or they would have likely heard her.

In response, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis, quite hard listening to her jabber. She heard the zipper and knew exactly what she was supposed to do. I guided her mouth toward my rigid member, and as she went to work I wondered if I would be able to make it last long enough...she was an unbelievable cock sucker, warm and wet, quick with her tongue, and apparently able to deep-throat at will. I enjoyed her for a few moments, watching her veracity, unknowing that she would indeed be doing this for a very long time to come, perhaps her entire life. I finished in deep in her throat, so she had no choice but to swallow, zipped up my pants, and returned to work.

She lay breathless on the bed, huge tits heaving, topped with little button nipples. I looked around at her stash laying about the room, picked a few pieces up and began exchanging one bondage for another. She didn’t say anything else, and I didn’t really care. I replaced the zip-cuffs with a couple of turns of electrical tape, just to keep her until I could lace up the armbinder. After a few minutes I was able to lace it up tight, and tuck the remaining lacing back into the top of the binder. This particular one had a single strap coming out of the top, where the elbows meet, splitting into two straps that wrap around the shoulders, and are joined across the chest above the breasts by a short leather strap. There was no way she could possibly work this one off. She winced as I laced her elbow up tight, but I heard no complains, perhaps even a slight moan or two. I cut the zip-cuffs off her ankles and pulled out a couple of lengths of rope. After binding her frog-tying her, I pulled out the ball gag that had stuck out to me earlier, a 2” diameter ball. I wondered if she had ever tried this on, I had certainly never seen her try it during my research. I had to undo the blind fold I had put on earlier for what I had planned next, so I carefully positioned her on the floor so that she had the least chance of see me in any great detail. After removing the blindfold, she blinked at the brightness of the room and then settled on the floor, eyes down. I pinched her nose again, and she opened her mouth wide, I pushed the gag in as far as I could...it was a tight fit, but she wasn’t going to be saying anything anytime soon. The only noise out of her through all this was an aroused sigh.

Looking around again, I spied the second part of the gag, a 4” wide swath of microfoam tape. As I cut the tape, the sleeve of my suit brushed up on my leg, which I was using to hold the roll of tape out straight, revealing the beginning of the tattoos on my arms. I am, of course, the only brother with tattoos of any kind, this is one of the only distinguishing features between us. Emily must have looked at just the right moment, because as I cut the tape I heard a loud gasp from her gagged mouth, and she started to struggle violently. I grabbed her head from behind, and placed the tape over the ballgag firmly. I could see the outline of her full lips around the giant gag underneath the shiny tape, which covered the lower half of her face, ear to ear. She struggled, and whined, and at this point I decided it was pointless to keep wearing the scratchy ski-mask, so I pulled it off. Em went totally ballistic, but the tantrum was quiet and harmless due to her very tight bondage.

I broke my silence for the first time that that day by telling her good morning. She looked at me strangely, and kept trying to escape. I knelt just behind where she was sitting on the floor, took her head gently in my hands, and explained to her that all the things she was wishing for earlier were about to come true. I would take her, keep her in stringent bondage all the time, and use her for all my carnal wishes. She struggled still, though less vigorously that before, an act of defiance I informed her was pointless. There was no way out of that bondage, and I had PLENTY of time to pack her and her things up. I told her that I would pack up all her belongings, including her excellent toys that she was sure to enjoy in the near future, and make it look like she had left Henry. To drive the point home, I picked the leather helmet off her pile of goodies, and carefully pulled it over her pretty, short blonde hair, tightening it nicely. It had a pair of short tubes that fit into the nostrils for breathing, and a wide strap across the mouth that served to push the already intrusive ball-gag deeper. She protested, but not too much, she almost seemed to be slipping back into an aroused state. I left her on the floor for a while as I packed all her things, clothes, knick-knacks etc into the pink luggage I found in the closet.

After loading her belongings into my rental, I went back inside for her. There was one large piece of luggage I thought she might fit into, but I wanted to fix her up with a little something before packing her up. I had left the latex panties out, and when I started to undo the frog-tie, she started to try to get up. I pushed her down and slapped her tits hard with the palm of my hand. Through the thin t-shirt, Em didn’t appreciate smack, and tried to voice her disapproval, though it only came out as a quite “murf!”. I stood her up, leaned her on the side of the bed, and started to slip the panties up her legs. She knew exactly what was coming, and I was surprised to watch her open her legs up for the new intruders. As they slid into their respective homes, she began to whimper and moan, her pussy was wet enough to moisten her anus as well, making the whole process easy. She began to gyrate, moving the members inside her, and motioning blindly for me to touch her clit though the latex. Before doing so, I whispered to her to enjoy this while it lasts, because these would be the last orgasms she would have for the next couple weeks of training...she came almost immediately when I touched her, and again after just a few small motions on the outside of the latex.

When she was done, I re-bound her legs, left the panties on her, but installed a small, remote-operated vibrator in the small pocket above her clit. Surprisingly, she fit easily into the luggage I had set aside for my most precious package, and I wheeled her out to  her car, placing the 110 pound package carefully in the trunk, and clicked on the vibrator. The luggage moaned quietly and shivered a bit.

I carefully cleaned up the rest of our mess in the house, left a typed note from Emily to Henry (explaining that she had left him), grabbed the keys to her car, and took off down the road. Once Emily was secured in my warehouse space a mile or so from my home, I took a cab back to pick up the rental, returned it and picked up my own car. Emily’s car disappeared into a chop-shop a couple days later, and she was never heard from again.  She lives now in my personal warehouse space, in constant bondage of one type or another, and when not gagged, thanks me daily for taking her. Henry couldn’t believe she left him at first, but when he called me with the news, I remembered that she had been flirting at a party with a guy she knew from New York. A Yankee fan. Bastards...fuck the Yankees.