WRATH
BY T. S. FESSELN
Chapter 2
The vibrator hummed within Rachel as she leaned forward, her hands taped
behind her back. She could smell her friend Cindy's arousal; Rachel's nose was
mere inches from her friends' pussy. Rachel could feel Cindy grind her hips
against the chain that held Rachel down. Even blindfolded, Rachel knew that the
chain that ran from her collared neck was somehow lasciviously connected to her
blonde friend's slit.
"Now, Mrs. Newark," her captor whispered into her ear, "don't let that
little toy fall out while you are enjoying yourself. If you do, there will be
alot of pain for both you and Cindy here. Understand?"
Rachel nodded her head.
"Now as for you, dear Cindy. . ." the masked man continued as he walked
behind the couch and rustled in his bag, ". . .I can't keep this mask on all
day, so you are just going to have to be blindfolded again, my lovely."
Cindy shook her head but she knew that the blindfold would go on anyway.
She was helpless to stop him, with her hands bound behind her back and her
ankles tied wide apart to the couch's front legs. With little effort, the
intruder strapped a leather blindfold over Cindy's blue eyes and buckled it
tightly into place.
"There now. . .much better. Now I will get on with this weekend's
activities, ladies. Don't go away."
The man took off the ski mask. He was glad to be rid of it. The mask
tended to be itchy and hot. Besides, people would wonder why the plumber was
wearing a ski mask when he went out to the van for things.
Outside, the morning chill still lingered in the shadows. The day was
young and the stranger had so many things he wanted to do. A weekend was not
enough time for those two in there. They deserved more quality time together to
learn about their sexuality . . .even if it was forced.
From inside the van, the stranger took out a large chest. It was nearly
empty save for a few items that he could not fit into his black nylon bag or his
toolbox. It would be filled, however, and soon, as well as the other large
chest he had still in the van. In the meantime, he had more than enough 'tools'
to keep the girls tied up and entertained for a while in a wide variety of ways.
The stranger whistled as he came back and shut the door. The chest wasn't
heavy, per se, but it was bulky and he had a bit of trouble carting it upstairs.
Once at the top of the stairs, he went directly into the blonde's bedroom.
Cindy's bedroom was perfect for what he wanted. In the center was a huge old
Victorian brass bed complete with canopy. The sheets were still in disarray
from last night's struggles and he had yet to use all of the bed's assets. He
dropped the chest down and decided he had better check on his girls to make sure
they were behaving before getting stuff ready for their next adventure.
He paused half way down the stairs to enjoy the view. He could see the
brunette kneeling, her head in the blonde's lap. Both were struggling but their
struggles were not as violent as before. The intruder could imagine that Cindy
was exhausted from her efforts and he knew Rachel was trying her damnedest to
not have that vibrator slip from her grip.
All of Rachel's concentration was upon her pussy and keeping the vibrator
within her. She could feel it slowly slipping out because of its incessant
humming and the juices of her shameful arousal. If she gripped it too hard, she
would squeeze it out of herself. If she let lose too much, the vibrator would
just slip right out of her. She never had to keep control over her intimate
muscles like this before and it was one of the most difficult things she had
ever been asked to do. What was worse was she felt an orgasm slowly building
within her, lurking like a demon amongst the little licks of pleasure the
vibrator was sending deep into her soul. If she were to give into it and let it
engulf her, she would indeed lose the vibrator and gain whatever punishments and
pains the rapist had in mind.
The intruder came down the rest of the stairs.
"How are you doing, Mrs. Newark?" he smiled, "I can see your little friend is
slipping out of you a bit, huh?"
Rachel's tears were all the answer the intruder got.
"I will ask you one more time, Mrs. Newark and I expect an answer. If I do no
get one, I will make you feel such pain that you will wish that you were dead.
Do you understand, Mrs. Newark?"
"Uuuhhh-hhhuhhh," Rachel nodded her head.
"Okay, is your vibrator slipping out of you?" he asked.
Rachel moaned into her gag and nodded her head, her long, auburn curls covering
her reddened, tear-streaked face.
Rachel felt the intruder gently ease the vibrator back up inside her all the
way, it's vibrating nub solidly against her now-swollen clit. She fought down
the pyretic bliss that was raging and threatening to engulf her, letting out a
low, deep moan like that of a wounded animal.
"Are you about to cum, Mrs. Newark?" the intruder asked
Rachel paused for a second. To answer yes would humiliate the very center of
her being. However, to lie would mean that she would suffer physical pain.
A searing pain ripped through Rachel as the intruder reached beneath her and
twisted both nipple rings hard. She screamed through her gag and nearly lost
the vibrator she so desperately keeping within her.
"Answer me!" he yelled at her.
The brunette wailed into gag and nodded her head violently.
"Now, my dear Rachel, darling, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" he
whispered, pulling back her tresses and kissing her on the cheek, "And since you
told me the truth, I am going to give you a treat."
Rachel felt the vibrator being thrust in and out of her and she felt her
body respond in kind, rocking her hips back onto the buzzing dildo. The pain
caused by his twisting her nipples became a dull, almost erotic throb.
"You want to come, Rachel, both of us know it," he whispered.
No. She did not want to come in front of this man even though her body desired
it's passionate release.
"Come," the intruder said softly, wiping off a tear below her eye.
Rachel could not hold off her demon any longer and his white-hot flames of
ecstasy engulfed her entire soul in a whirlwind of pure pleasure. She thrashed
in her bonds, impaling herself upon the vibrator over and over and over again
until it felt as if every last fiber of her being was spent and she collapsed
forward onto the couch between Cindy's splayed legs.
"I knew you were a slut, Rachel," he said, still holding the buzzing
vibrator within her, "and in a few moments, you can prove it again to me.
However, I must get a few things done upstairs."
Rachel felt him let go of the humming dildo.
"I must warn you, dear Rachel, that the game is still on. If you let the
vibrator drop, you lose."
Rachel then heard him laugh as he went back outside. She felt her face turn
red with shame and her sobs were dry and tearless. She was only vaguely aware
of Cindy and her writhing movements.
The chain that ran through Cindy's sex was as bad as the vibrator, if not
worse. The fine, smooth links rubbed up and down her already moist slit and
worked it's magic upon her clit. It was already sensitive from her earlier
orgasm and the links that rubbed and pressed against it with every move that
Rachel made enflamed it even more, sending little sparks like lightening
directly into her womb.
However, the tugs from Rachel's chain were sporadic and had no rhythm; nothing
constant for her to relieve her building sexual escape. The blonde could rock
her hips a bit and the canine choker chain would tighten a bit, but that would
change as Rachel shifted and bucked with her own orgasm. In a way, Cindy was
glad the intruder was focusing on Rachel. She did not want her own pending
orgasm to be the focus of his attention.
Rachel's head was now resting between Cindy's legs and the brunette's hair was
tickling the inside of Cindy's thighs. Cindy shifted a bit and her fingers
brushed against the chain running around her waist and down between her
buttocks. She hooked it with a couple of her fingers and managed to grab a hold
of it. The chain crupper tightened, sending more lightning bolts of pleasure
flashing through her.
God, she needed to come, Cindy thought to herself as she moaned through her
gag.
When Cindy pulled on the chain, it pulled Rachel closer between her
friend's legs. I took the brunette by surprise and she almost lost her humming
vibrator. Her head now rested on her friend's belly and she could feel Cindy's
hips moving rhythmically and hear her whines of need. Rachel tried to pull
back, but this only caused Cindy to arch her back and moan deeply.
Rachel fought to keep the vibrator inside her. She did not want to think of
what the man would do to her if she lost it. It was harder now after her
orgasm. With Cindy fighting with her chain and the sweetish incense of Cindy's
arousal completely filling Rachel's nose, it was getting harder to concentrate
on the task at hand.
Rachel pulled back again and again Cindy moaned with pleasure. Then Cindy
pulled the brunette forward a bit. It had become a lascivious tug-of-war
between the two women.
Somehow, Rachel had sensed her need, Cindy thought. The tugging upon the chain
fell into a rhythm that caused waves of pleasure to rush through Cindy, churning
higher and higher. She could feel another orgasm looming just ahead,
threatening to drown her in pure ecstasy.
A searing pain ripped through Cindy's tits as the stranger twisted them
hard.
"WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO CUM!" he spat in her face, holding the twisted
nipple rings hard.
Cindy wailed into her gag as the pain tore through her, tears gushing down
her cheeks.
The stranger let go of the rings.
"I did not give you permission to cum, did I, bitch?"
Cindy continued to cry into her gag, bending over the kneeling Rachel.
The intruder grabbed a handful of the blonde's hair and pulled back so he was
looking into her blindfolded eyes.
"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!"
The stranger then let go of her hair.
"Did I give you permission to cum, bitch?" he asked again.
Cindy shook her head no, her sobs racking her entire body. Then she felt the
stranger pet her long, blonde curls.
"There, there, my sweet Cindy. You see, answering a question doesn't NEED to
be full of pain, does it?"
Cindy almost missed the question. She nodded her head quickly in agreement,
not wanting to feel the twist of the rings again. However, she was still
sobbing from the cruel torment that the stranger had just inflicted upon her and
the pain still throbbed in her nipples.
"Now I want you both to know that you cannot do anything without my
permission. I own you now and for the rest of the weekend and maybe even
longer. That depends on if you please me or not. Do you girls understand?"
Both girls nodded.
"Good. Now I am going to change your bindings a bit. If you struggle against
me, you will be punished. If you scream when I take out your gag, I will force
it back in and you will be punished. I do not mind your whines and moans,
however. They please me greatly. Do you understand?"
Again, both of the bound girls nodded.
"Good. That is the way I like my women," he said, patting Cindy on her head.
The first thing that the stranger did was to unlock the chain from Rachel's
collar. However, her relief was brief. The intruder pulled her from kneeling
in front of the couch to laying face first at the sofa's foot. The plumber then
pulled Rachel's spreader bar up and lashed it to Rachel's wrist, forcing Rachel
into a hogtie. The brunette tried to roll over on her side to relieve the
cutting pressure the rings had on her breasts as she lay on them, but she found
it was harder than she thought because of the bar spreading her ankles apart.
The intruder gave Rachel's ass a playful slap, "Remember, Mrs. Newark, keep you
humming little friend in or there may be trouble with a big capital T."
Rachel moaned in response as she continued to try to get some sort of comfort
for her breasts from the rings. No matter how she tried to position herself,
the rings glued to her nipples continued to dig into her.
The intruder then turned to his blonde captive, "Now, Miss Cotrell, it is time
for us to change you around a bit. You understand, of course, it will be very
painful for you and Mrs. Newark here if you resist."
Cindy almost missed the question. She nodded.
"Okay then, let's get you ready for a little ride upstairs to that wonderful
bed of yours."
The blonde felt her left ankle being unbound from the sofa leg. There was a
slight spasm in her inner thigh as she moved her leg a bit. Even though it was
free of its bond, her leg felt very weak and she doubted if she were to kick her
captor that it would cause him any hurt at all.
Cindy's right ankle became free and she moved her legs together, more for
comfort than as an action of denial. The insides of her thighs were sore from
the hours of being stretched wide upon the couch. She felt something wrap
around her one ankle and buckled tight. Her other ankle received the same
treatment. She imagined that they were leather cuffs like those worn by her
friend Rachel. She moved her feet a bit and heard the jingle of chain as she
shifted around a bit to find out how far apart she could bring her feet. The
blonde figured the chain was about a foot in length.
"Okay, Soon-to-be-Miss Cotrell," the stranger spoke, "Let's get you down beside
your friend here."
The blonde was too tired to protest as the stranger hooked something around her
collar and gave her a tug. Blindfolded and bound, it was very hard for Cindy to
maintain her balance as he led her a short way around her bound and struggling
friend. With a not-to-gentle shove, the intruder pushed Cindy to the floor and
then unto her stomach.
The cups of the nipple rings bit into Cindy's already sore breast and she cried
out in pain. The stranger smiled. He enjoyed the sound of Cindy's whimpers.
She had a light, airy voice, and her moans through her gag made his cock very
stiff. It took all of his will power not to fuck her last night as she lay
squirming next to him. But he had a plan and he needed to stick with it. He
would have plenty of time to fuck them both.
The last thing the stranger did was to lock the short chain between Cindy's
ankles to her roped wrists, putting her into an uncomfortable hogtie, just as
her brunette friend was.
The stranger stood back and watched the two ladies struggle in their
restraints. They were both delicious to listen to and watch as they moaned and
tried to get some relief to their bondage. The vibrator in Rachel was also
doing its job as he could see her fighting to keep the buzzing intruder within
her.
Rachel never really came down from her orgasm. After it crested, it broiled
down to a slow simmer feed by the vibrator she had to keep within her. The
discomfort to her breasts and fear kept her feelings below in check, but she
didn't know how long she could keep it that way.
Then she felt him doing something to her right ankle. The bar holding her legs
apart came loose. The man also took the bar off of her other ankle. It was a
brief respite, however, for he looped a length of chain around her wrists and
fastened each end to her ankle cuffs, putting her into a hogtie again. At least
it was a bit more comfortable for Rachel and she could move a bit more freely.
There was one last thing to do with Cindy before the games could begin. The
stranger pulled another vibrator from his bag. It was similar to the one
humming inside of the brunette, but this one pulsed irregularly. It would buzz
on high for a while, then shut off, and then buzz again on low for a few
seconds. He smiled at what he thought it would do to Cindy.
"Okay, Cindy, I want you to listen carefully," he said, "You do not want to be
a bad girl now, do you?"
"Uuhhhh-uhhhhhhhh," Cindy moaned, shaking her head.
"That is good. I want you to spread your legs as wide as you can so I can see
that lovely little pussy of yours."
The blonde hesitated for a moment, but remembered the pain that the stranger
promised and had actually inflicted upon her. She slowly open up her legs as
wide as her bindings would allow her to.
"Good girl," he grinned, "Now lift your ass up. Show me how cute it is."
Cindy began to sob a bit into her gag as she raised herself to him. Her ass
was a wonderful sight. Nicely rounded and he could see her puffed lips of her
pussy peeking out underneath. She jerked a bit to his touch as he lightly
caressed her butt and let a finger or two play a bit with her slit.
He eased the vibrator into her. Currently it was buzzing on a low pulse. It
slid into her easily, though he could tell she was fighting it a bit. When it
was finally as deep as it could go, he let go of it.
"Cindy," he said softly, "You do not want to lose your buzzing friend here. If
you do, you will be punished severely as well as having the vibrator glued
inside of you. Do you understand, my little captive?"
Cindy nodded her head.
"Good Girl," he said a he patted the blonde on her head.
The stranger stood up and looked at both women. Both were struggling, however,
it was more to get comfortable than anything else. They were getting used to
their bonds and that was a good thing.
"I am getting hungry, ladies, how about you?"
Cindy nodded; she hadn't had anything to eat since her salad last night for
dinner. Rachel shook her head no. The stranger suspected that she had eaten
just before coming over here.
"Well, Rachel, since both Cindy and I ARE hungry and it would be impolite to
not invite you, you will be joining us for lunch. I hope Cindy was thoughtful
enough to stock the refrigerator."
The Stranger walked around the two captives as best he could, enjoying the
small mewls they were making through their gags.
"So, my dear ladies, since I am in no shape to carry you into the kitchen, you
are going to have to crawl there yourselves bound just the way you are. Our
little game with the vibrators still applies and as an added incentive, the
first one into the kitchen will NOT be whipped."
"And if you think that you will just stay here and not do a thing, I have in my
magical bag of tricks a wonderful cattle prod whose sting will be very painful.
I will use it if I sense you are not making any progress. Do you understand?"
Both girls nodded.
"Then, my dears, like the games begin!"
To Be Continued
(Note from stories-online.net: This is all I have)
