Tricked by the Brat

Tricked by the Brat

“Babysitting the brat again?” Sean exclaimed as he put the tray down, he was clearly upset at having the evening plans changed. “What is it this time?”

Sam sighed and took her drink. Sean seemed to lose his temper pretty quickly these days. Not a good sign, but she still enjoyed his company, and he could be very sweet. She shrugged and looked apologetic.

“I know it’s a pain, hun. But the O’Brian’s are in a fix, they have some family emergency and they don’t want Tiffany tagging along causing trouble so they asked me if I can stay the night. They pay really well hun, and with my uni grant used up I need the extra cash. Sorry about the movie though, I’ll make it up to you.”

“She’s seventeen for fucks sake.”

Sam glanced around at the coffee shop wishing Sean would control his language. Even if she agreed that it was stupid too, but Tiffany O’Brian was something of a problem for her parents.

“You know it’s not really babysitting. I just have to stay there and make sure she doesn’t have anyone round or go out or anything. It’s more like being a prison guard, especially with the way she sulks.”

Her boyfriend shook his head. “It’s messed up. They should just throw her out.”

She sipped on her coke a moment in thought. “They are way too nice for that, although, if you ask me, they’re half the problem, they kept her so protected from everything when she was younger. No TV, no internet till last year. She’s so naïve really, you know. It’s no surprise she is going a bit wild at college.”

Sean shrugged theatrically, clearly intent on making her feel guilty. “I guess.”

Sam tucked a strand of auburn hair behind her ear, trying to think of a way to ease the tension. She smiled.

“I have an idea, why don’t I tell my folks I am staying there all weekend…”

Sean grinned. “That could work.”

She nodded, “and we get Saturday night and all of Sunday for ourselves.”

Sean looked at her sideways. “Of course… you could sneak me in again tonight, you know like last time…”

Sam blushed. A few weeks ago she had had to look after ‘The Brat’ and she had let Sean in for a while one Tiffany had shut herself in the room for the night. Chatting quietly had turned to snogging, and that naturally led to fondling and groping. They had managed to just refrain from going for it on the rug, but it had been close. Sam was tempted but the look on Tiffany’s face the next day had made her worried.

“I…. don’t think we should Sean… I am pretty sure Tiffany knew I had someone round. If her folks found out…” She trailed off seeing Sean’s expression darken. Guiltily she looked down at her cup. “well…” She acquiesced, “maybe you could come, just for a little while. I’ll text you if it looks okay.”

Sean’s expression cleared a little and he nodded. “Cool. I’ll look forwards to it.”

Sam gulped down the rest of her coffee and rose from the table. “I have a class in ten minutes, I have to run babe. See you tonight maybe.”

Sean’s eyes followed her. “Hope so.”

Sam smiled back at him and blew a kiss, while wishing he could be a little more understanding, then rushed back to the campus.

“Oh Sam, we are so grateful. It means such a lot you can do this for us.” Rebecca O’Brian smiled and handed her a wad of notes. Behind her, her husband, Liam, was writing a phone number on a card.

Sam smiled. “It’s no problem. I have plenty of studying to do.” She glanced at the money. “Oh Mrs O’Brian, this is too much.. I can’t…”

The older woman cut her off. “I won’t hear of it, you are doing us a massive favour. And I have told you before, it’s Liam and  Rebecca. Now, we plan in being back sometime tomorrow morning,. Probably before lunch. Is that okay?”

Sam nodded. If truth be told. She quite liked staying at the O’Brians. Tiffany could be again, but she wasn’t as bad as some people said. And Liam and Rebecca had a really nice house. Liam was some kind of software geek and Rebecca did illustrations for books. Between them they must have made a fair bundle. They were a very good looking couple too, Sam envied Rebecca’s straight dark hair and her pale complexion and Liam was very dishy for an older guy, even with retro look pony tail.

During her babysitting nights Sam had often had sneaky peeks around the house and she had seen some photos of the O’Brians back in the day. They had been Goths once upon a time, and she noticed they both still tended to wear a lot of black.

Liam smiled as he stepped past her through the front door and put a large bag in the boot of the Audi. He glanced back, “There’s plenty of food in the fridge, help yourself to a beer if you want one.”

Rebecca kissed her on the cheek.

“Don’t take any nonsense form her. If she steps foot out the door, ring us at once, okay?”

Sam smiled. “No problem… Rebecca.”

And then they were gone, the car’s lights disappearing into the autumn night. Sam closed and locked the door and headed into the lounge with her overnight bag. Tiffany was upstairs judging by the bass beat that could just be heard from the stairs.

Tiffany slipped of her coat. She had put on a little black dress before coming and, in case Sean came round, she had worn his favourite black lingerie and stockings. Not that she was going to let anything happen. She almost had herself convinced over that one.

Sam had just started outlining her essay on twentieth century poets when she heard Tiffany’s feet on the stairs. Tiffany’s impish face appeared around doorway.

“Hi Sam. They stuck your for zookeeper tonight huh?”

Sam smiled. “Hi Tiff, yep, it’s just you and me.”

Tiff slipped into the lounge. She was dressed in a short black skirt and a t-shirt with some metal band Sam had never heard of on it, complete with images of a flaming skull. She plopped herself down in an armchair.

“Don’t suppose I could persuade you to let me out for a bit? No one needs to know.”

Sam shook her head. “You know the drill, Tiff. You go, I call them, and you are grounded for a month. Just do your time and they’ll forget all about… whatever it is you did to piss them off this time.”

“It sucks. They treat me like a kid.” She pouted.

“Well stop acting like one, hun.” Sam sighed. “They are only trying to look after you. Some of those friends you hang around with rare not exactly A-level academics are they?”

The younger girl shrugged. “I like them, at least they don’t keep secrets and they tell me the truth.”

Sam wondered what that meant, but didn’t want to pry. “Well that Gary Hutchinson has  really bad rep. I am pretty sure he got arrested or something, we were in the same year at High school you know.”

Tiffany smiled. “Yeah, he told me that. Yeah, he made a few mistakes, but he’s not that bad really.”

There was something about the way Tiffany spoke that was making alarm bells ring in her head. “Tiffany, you haven’t… um… “

“What? Had sex?” Tiffany smirked. “Maybe… maybe not, I’m not gonna go round shouting it to you so you can tell mum and dad. Truth be told, he is not my type really.”

Sam wondered what on earth Tiff’s ‘type’ might be. Sam knew Tiff’s experience with men was limited and recent, and she would hate to se her get hurt.

“Just be careful okay?”

Tiff smiled. “I always am.”

Sam decided it was time for a subject change. “So, do you want to do anything? Play a game, watch a movie?”

The girl pointed at Sam’s books. “Looks like you have to study.”

“I should really, but I am here for you and your folks. If you want the company…”

Tiff gave her a sidelong look. “I can keep myself amused. I’ll go listen to some tunes in my room and maybe play on the computer. But I’m pretty tired, I might hit the pillows early.”

Sam hopes that was true, she did need to study.

“Okay, but I’m here if you need me.”

“Oh, I know that, Sam.” Tiff smiled. Again Sam felt slightly unsettled by the girl’s tone. Tiffany grinned and the look accentuated her triangular face and slightly elfin appearance to make her look decidedly mischievous.

“So…Is Sean coming over later?”

Sam blinked. “Um… no… why would you..?”

“Well you don’t exactly look like you are dressed for a night of studying. I figured you were dressed for another late night make out session. You know, like last time?”

Sam cursed inwardly. She had suspected Tiff had guessed. “I… okay, fair enough, he came over to keep me company a little. It won’t happen again.” Sam sighed, Sean was not going to like that.

“Oh I don’t mind, I can stay out of the way.”

Sam shook her head. “No, I’m sorry, it’s not right really, I shouldn’t have let him in last time. Your parents have to trust me. Now… I could really do with studying…”

Tiffany’s brow furrowed. “No fun. Okay I get the message. I’ll go to my room and play the dutiful daughter. See you in the morning.”

“g’night, Tiff.”

Sam listened as Tiff’s footfalls disappeared upstairs. In a few minutes the music booked out again, then the volume reduced. Sam smiled, at least Tiffany seemed in a decent mod and was being pretty considerate and making life easier for them both.

Sam made herself a cup of tea, slipped of her shoes and got stuck into studying. It was after ten o’clock when she finally closed her notebook.

“That’ll do for tonight.”

She leaned back in the couch and turned on the TV. Her brain was still pretty busy from working, but the programs had nothing of interest to her. She sat wondering what to do. She was not at all tired, but she was fed up with books for the night. Sam tilted her head. There hadn’t much noise form upstairs for a while. She had better leave it a little longer to be safe.  She pulled out her phone and texted Sean.

‘Coast clear, Cum round about 11. <3 – S

A few moments later her phone buzzed with a replay, just one word. ‘OK’

She sighed and lay down on the couch to wait while she half watched some rubbish on TV. A few minutes later she paused and turned the Volume down on the remote. Was that a noise upstairs?

Tiff rose form the couch and padded up the stairs. She listened at the top of the landing but there were no sounds. She glanced under Tiffany’s bedroom door, but no light showed. Sam took the last couple of steps to the landing and tiptoes down the corridor to Tiffany’s parent’s room. They had their own toilet en suite and Sam had always figured it was better to use that one since the main bathroom was next door to Tiffany’s room.

Of course the fact this gave her a chance to have a quick snoop around the O’Brian’s bedroom had nothing to do with it.

Sure.

Sam slipped into the bedroom and pushed the door almost closed. She turned the dimmer switch on and up so she could see well enough and quickly padded across the plush carpet to the adjoining toilet. After she was done she flushed and washed her hands. She went to the door and glanced down the landing corridor. Still no signs of movement or sound.

Grinning to herself, Sam decided to have a sneaky look around. She had pocked about a little once or twice. It made her feel wicked and, if she was honest, it actually got her a little hot, the thought of being caught. She opened a wardrobe, Rebecca had some great clothes. If Sam was a bit more daring, she would lobe to try on some of the stylish dresses, but her nerves always gave out.

She pushed the door to quietly and slid open a drawer. It was full of Liam’s boxers and socks. Making a face she pushed the drawer shut and opened the top drawer on the other side of the wardrobe.

“Bingo.”

Rebecca’s lingerie. Sam whistled, there was some lovely stuff. Stockings, suspenders, basques. Most of them in black or red.

“Sean would love to see me in some of these…”

She carefully pulled out a particularly sexy black undercup corset with suspenders. She held it up against herself sighing. She walked to the tall mirror in the corner and admired the look.

“Mmm, sexy as hell.”

There was a movement in the corner of her eye and she turned to see Tiffany, still fully dressed,  holding up a mobile, grinning.

“Gotcha sneak!”

“Shit, Tiffany!”

I caught you good!

Sam’s heart was hammering and she quickly put the corset back in the drawer and pushed it shut, her hands trembling.

“W… I thought you were asleep…”

“I can see that! Mum is gonna kill you!”

Sam panicked. “Please Tiff, delete that. I promise I’ll never do it again. I was just being nosey!”

Tiffany shook her head. “No way, you are in deep shit!”

Sam moaned. “Come on Tiffany… please.. I need the money!”

Tiffany just looked at her sternly.

“You should have thought of that before you went snooping!”

Sam’s blood was pounding in her ears and she was shaking like a leaf.

“Tiff, please… “ She tried to think…”How about we make a deal… maybe you could go out after all?”

Tiff glanced at her watch. “nah, it’s way too late now.”

Sam bit her lip in frustration. “There must be something…”

Tiff stopped and looked thoughtful… “Maybe.”

Sam nodded. “Tell me, please.”

The younger girl out a finger to her lip and nibbled on her nail a moment. “Well, there is something…”

Sam smiled. “What is it?”

Tiffany walked into her parent’s room and sat on the bed. She pointed to a wooden chest at the foot of the bed. Sam had noticed it before, but it was locked with a large padlock.

Sam shook her head. “I don’t have a key…”

Tiffany scowled. “I know where the key is, I want to know what the stuff inside is all about…”

Sam didn’t know what to think. “Inside?”

Tiffany nodded, she lay on the bed and stuck her arm down behind the headboard fumbling for something. She sat up holding a key and tossed it to the still shaking Sam. Sam missed the catch and bent over to pick it up. Tiffany pointed at the chest.

Sam, trembling, slid the key in the lock. She had to admit to being curious now, even though she knew she should really not be doing this. The key turned easily and she pushed up the lid. Inside was an assortment of stuff, ropes, leather cuffs, collars, there was a box full of rubber items and goodness knows what else.

“Oh!”

Tiffany came and stood beside her. “What’s it all about?”

Sam knew Tiffany was  a bit naïve about the world. Maybe she had never seen or heard of bondage before… Sam’s own experience was very lifted but she knew the basics, enough to recognise most of the things there.

“Uh, well… they are for.. um dressing up in….”

Tiff nodded. “I guessed that much, but what’s with the little padlocks and ropes and stuff.”

Sam drew in a deep breath, her hands still shaking a little. “Um… you know… for bondage games.”

Tifffany looked puzzled. “I am not sure…I have heard of bondage but…”

How to explain to a girl that her parents were into S&M.

“Uhh… well… some people like to get dressed up and… um.. tied up… for… sex.”

Tiffany gaped. “You mean my mum and dad….”

Sam glanced in the chest again. “I am guessing… you mum is the one getting tied from the dresses and stuff… “

Tiffnay sat on the edge of the bed. “Ewww.”

Sam sat next to her. “I am sorry to have shocked you.”

Tiffany looked really surprised. “I… I still don’t get it….why?”

Sam shrugged. “Some people really like the look of a girl all tied up.. some girls like the feeling of being helpless.”

Tiffany looked at Sam. “Have you ever done it?”

Sam blinked… she was about to say it was none of Tifffany’s business, but she wanted to keep Tiffany from telling on her to her parents.

“A couple of times. Nothing like this…”

Tiffnay nodded. “And did you like it?”

Sam nodded. “I guess so, it’s exciting to have the other person control things a little.. it’s hard to explain.”

“I see. You must think I am really dumb”

Sam shook her head, trying to be a friend. Thinking maybe being helpful and kind was the best plan.”

Not at all, you just have not had that Much experience yet. I only knew a little more than you at your age, to be honest.”

“I hate not knowing stuff.” Tiffany sighed. To Sam’s alarm Tiffany looked like she was about to cry.

Sam patted her shoulder. “Well look, I’, right here,  feel free to ask me anything you like.”

The girl sniffed and looked at her. “Really?”

Sam smiled. “Sure, I had a big sister to help me figure things out. I can help you the same way.”

Tiffany smiled. “Cool… thanks Sam.”

Sam smiled, her heart slowing a little. Maybe she was going to get away with this.”

Tiffany rose and looked in the chest again.

“Sam?”

“Yes?”

Could we maybe… get a few of these things you and you could show me how they work?

Sam felt a small surge of alarm.

“I… don’t think that’s a good Idea Tiffany, what if your parent’s found out…”

“They won’t we can be careful….look.” Tiffnay held up her mobile and took a photo of the chest. “See, now we can put it back just right.

Sam had to admit that was a claver idea, but she felt very reluctant.

“I dunno Tiff.”

“If you do this, I’ll delete the photo, I promise. And I will never mention you having Sean over…”

Sam sighed, and a small part of her was dying to know what was in the trunk.

“Okay, just a little bit.”

Tiffany beamed. “Cool!” She started drawing out sets of leather cuffs and padlocks, there were various sizes, but Sam could see they were broadly in pairs. The younger girl held up the smallest pair.

“So what do you think these are, like handcuffs?”

Sam nodded.

Tiffany held up some of the larger sets. “And these?”

Sam looked down at them. “For um… maybe the arms, and the biggest ones for maybe the thighs?”

Tiffnay looked at them. “Can you show me?”

Sam was confused. “I thought I was…”

“No.. I mean… show me… can I put them on you, just to see?”

Sam gaped. “No way!”

Tiffany looked up at her. “Please, Sam? Just for a minute, please…”

“I… no it’s not right.” Sam reached out and grabbed the cuffs to return them to the box. But Tiff hald them tight. She met Sam’s eyes and her expression hardened.

“Sam, please. Or I’ll tell mum you have been snooping.”

Sam pulled back her hand. “Tiffany, that’s not fair.”

Tiffany stuck out her bottom lip. “No, it’s not fair. But that’s the deal. Let me dress you up just l little, and we are quits.”

Sam sighed. “This is crazy.”

Tiffany nodded. “Maybe, but it could be fun too? Come on, it’s just for fun. Just so I can see what it looks like.”

Sam turned away and went and stood in front of the closed curtains. If it shut the brat up, maybe she could do this, just for a minute, besides, she had to admit, the idea was a little tempting.

“Okay.”

Tiff let out a small squeal. “Thank you , Sam. I promise, it’s only for a minute.”

Sam sighed and went and stood beside Tiffany, she held out her hands and Tiffany slipped the leather cuffs around her wrists buckling them in place.

“And this is supposed to look sexy?”

Sam nodded. “I guess, it makes the girl more helpless. Usually the girl has them fastened behind her back.”

“So I guess they use the padlocks to fasten them together?” The girl held up a small brass padlock with a key inserted into it. Sam nodded and Tiffany opened the catch of the padlock. Sam backed away and held up her hands.

“No padlocks.”

“Sam, you promised!”

“Come on Tiffany!”

Sighing, Sam held her hands out in front of her.

“You said behind!”

Sam rolled her eyes and turned around, putting her wrists together. There was a small click and a shiver went down Sam’s spine.

Tiffany giggled excitedly. “what next?”

Sam shrugged, feeling a bit strange with her arms bound in a strangers bedroom. She glanced at the clock, Sean would be here in half an hour or so, she needed to get this over and done with so she could text him.

“Well I guess, the ankles are the next thing.”

Tiff held up the next smallest set of cuffs. “That must be these. You had better sit on the bed, don’t want you falling over.”

Sam perched on the edge of the bed as Tiffany strapped the cuffs around her ankles and used another padlock.

“There.” She beamed, “snug as a bug. So how does it feel?”

Sam wriggled a little and tried to smile. “It’s okay…. I guess if it was with a partner, it could be pretty sexy. So do you see the appeal?”

Tiffany tilted her head to one side and studied Sam. “I think so… but surely there is more to it.. I mean this box is full of stuff.”

Sam nodded. “I guess you can add sorts of things to the mix. But this is the basic idea. Now, can we unlock these please?”

Tiffany ignored her and started looking through the box. Sam started to get an uneasy feeling in her stomach. “Tiff, come on, I’ve done my part, can we delete that picture now?”

“Not yet!” was all the reply she got.

Sam started to try and stand up but Tiffany was there in a second and pushed her over.”

“Hey!”

Sam gasped as she fell onto her side suddenly something was pressed to her mouth, she started to protest but a large round ball suddenly filled her mouth. She started to squirm but Tiffany’s weight pressed down on her. She felt a strap go tight around the back of her head and the sound of a padlock clicking shut.

“MMPH!” Sam was furious. She tried to buck and throw Tiffnay off her, but the girl was already rising out of the way laughing. She grabbed sam’s legs and pulled them up onto the bed. Sam glared at the girl trying to scream curses through the ballgag, for that is clearly what it was. Tiffany was bouncing up and down laughing.

“I got you, I got you!”

Sam felt a shiver of fear, this was different… something had changed. Tiffany’s face was flushed with excitement. Sam started to wriggle towards the edge of the bed, grunting.

“Oh no… we’ll have none of that.”

Tiffany pulled Sam’s legs towards her and wrapped a black leather strap around her thighs, drawing it tight with a grunt. Sam winced as her legs were brought tightly together. Tiffany rolled her over and there was little Sam could do but make panicked squeals through the gag as the girl bound her elbows together with another strap. As it drew tight her elbows were brought painfully together. She squealed and she head Tiffany mutter to herself and the pressure eased slightly.

Sam’s eyes went wide as she felt something going round her neck, for a second, she thought tiffany was going to strangle her, but then she realised it was a wide collar. It went about her neck snugly and there was another click. Then Tiffany rolled her over again and Sam gazed up at the young woman as she stood over Sam, her eyes full of fire and mischief.

“Oh fuck, that looks amazing.”

Tiffany reached down and tugged up Sam’s skirt revealing her stocking tops and suspenders. Tiffany put one hand on each thigh and stroked down. She almost purred.

“You have no idea how long I have been planning this Sam… you did everything right…”

Sam could only grunt her confusion, what on earth was going on here? She felt an icicle of fear run down her spine, she was really trapped… what did Tiffany want? She was in trouble…

Tiffany reached up and stroked Sam’s hair.

“Now we are going to have some real fun. I need to tell you a few things… and now I have your complete attention.”

Tiffany sat herself down on the bed next to Sam and started fixing a rope to her ankles. Tying her tightly to the foot of the bed.        

“My mum and dad… I knew about this stuff. A lot of the times you have been round her, they have been off doing this stuff at clubs and things. They try to hide it all from me, but I found out a few years ago. I guess… I inherited the gene from two kinky parents. I have been playing with this stuff since I found them around Christmas time. Of course I had no one to try it on… till now.

Sam could only stare, trying to take in what she was being told.

“And now I have you and you are going to do everything I want. Aren’t you.”

It was not a question. Sam stared, and shook her head. Once she was out of this the bitch was toast. But Tiffany just grinned and pulled out her phone. She touched the screen a few times and held it up for Sam to see. It was the lounge downstairs, She watched and stared in horror as she saw herself, and Sean, kissing on the couch. This was… this was that last time… the little cow had recorded the whole thing!

Tiffany grinned. “You should be more careful… I wonder what people would say if this got posted onto Facebook?”

Sam quailed. She had no doubt Tiffany would do exactly that.  Everyone would see, her mum and dad, her sister, her friends at university. Oh God no. She shook her head desperately, crying out negatives through the gag. The younger woman just nodded.

“That’s better, you’re getting the idea.”

Sam just lay there helplessly as she watched Sean’s hands touching her, sliding between her legs, she could hear her own soft moans. This was terrible… she felt trapped.

“Now.” Tiffany said in a business like tone. “This is what happens next. I am going to set up some emails and stuff on my computer. Just in case you try and get around all this. Oh,, that reminds me.” She stopped playing the video and turned the phone round and started taking pictures of Sam.

The bound girl moaned in despair. Tiffany now had even more embarrassing pictures… how much worse could this get? Tifanny finished taking a few pictures and then closed the chest.

“We might get more stuff out later. But for now.. I have to download these pics onto my computer.”

Sam wondered if she was going to be left alone, her eyes started to look around for anything to help her escape.

Tiffany must have seen her change of expression. “You are not getting free Sam.” She pulled out a small set of keys. “I have all the keys here. But… maybe I should not leave you here with nothing to do…”

The girl looked thoughtful for a minute, and then smiled and opened the chest. Sam could not see what the girl was getting, and things got worse a few seconds later when Tiffany suddenly fastened a blindfold around her eyes. Sam let out a plaintive mewl of protest. A few seconds later, she shrieked as she felt something tugging at her panties. There was a ‘snick’ noise and she felt her panties sliding from between her legs. What on earth was this crazy girl doing now? She felt the straps on her thighs loosen without thinking she parted her legs slightly to stretch as best as she could, that was a mistake, she suddenly felt something pressing against her vagina, and she shrieked.

“Now now… it will go in… just need to ease it…*

Sam moaned as she felt what must be a large dildo slide inside her. She was surprised that it went in at all and realised the tension and fear must have actually moistened her slightly. She blushed at the thought as the dildo slid in deeply. In other circumstances she might have found this quite exciting,. But all she felt was shock and fear as the dildo filled her, something rubbery pressing against her clit. She felt the handle pushed between her thighs and suddenly the straps around her thighs went very tight again trapping the toy inside her. She mewled through the gag pitifully.

As she lay there, she felt another strap go round her legs below her knees, again pulled tight and padlocked in place. Now there was no way she could part her legs even a fraction. She gasped through the gag, wishing she could see or speak.

“That should keep you occupied.. and we can see how much you like it…”

There was an edge to Tiffany’s voice and suddenly, there was a low hum as the toy started to vibrate. Oh no! Sam stiffened in panic, the thing was like a live thing, vibrating and squirming inside her.

“MMPH!” She tried to cry out for Tiffany to remove the thing, but all she got was a pat on her bottom.

“back soon, enjoy yourself.”

Sam cried out again, but she heard tiffany footfalls move away and she was left squirming on the bed. She wanted to scream in frustration. She tried to calm her mind to think. Sean would be coming, she had lost track of time and it might be as much as half an hour or so. She needed to try and get the gag off so she could call for help when he came, she rubbed her face against the bed but the gag was in way to tightly. Moreover, the vibrator between her legs was starting to confuse her body. It must be a rabbit as there was a vibrating tip against her clitoris and it was driving her mad. The sensations were fighting her panic. And dammit… for all the fear and anguish… the tight restraint and even the gag…. No… I am NOT getting aroused… I will not find this sexy!

As the minutes ticked by she tried to think of strategies to escape, but they all needed her gag off as she had to convince Tiffany to unlock her somehow. And as more time passed by it got hard and her der to think for herself.

Her mind was fighting for control... but this was too like some of her darkest fantasies… it was more intense than a dream and the pleasure in her pussy was all too real… Before she realised it, she was starting to squirm with the toy instead of against it… she fought back, trying to control it.. but it was so hard…

She debated trying to squirm off the bed, but she realised she could seriously injure herself. Dammit, she had to do something to take her mind off the toy inside her. It was getting so… hard.. to….concentrate.

It was no use. Her aroused body was winning the battle, some part of her realised she was relaly being turned on by the tight bondage, and it shocked her to think she could so easily give in, but then the buzzing and the pulsing thing was working its magic… helpless to fight any more she started moving her hips slowly… imagining a large cock deep inside her… she started to moan through the gag as she got more and more turned on… If only she could see… but all there was as the toy… and the pleasure…the outcome was inevitable.

“Mmmph”

“Mmph”

“MMMMMPHH”

The orgasm came, and it was a large rolling thing that pulsed through her… flushed and embarrassed her cheeks flamed as she realised she was humping the toy as best she could… she could not believe what had happened, what was happening…

Then she heard Tiffany’s voice, very close by….

“perfect.”

Sam’s heart stopped a moment. No… she hadn’t…

“That is another awesome video for my collection… you panting an orgasm while trussed up in bondage gear.”

“Aaaagh oooo” Sam wailed in anguish. It was just getting worse and worse.

Thankfully Tiffany turned off the vibrator, but she did not remove it as she spoke. “I admit, it took less time than I expected. You fought hard though. But I think you are more than a little turned on by all this… aren’t you.

Sam lay there defeated, unable to respond.

“You must be to orgasm.”

Sam lay still. Perhaps if she didn’t play the game…

It’s no use playing dumb now, I have the evidence. Now I am going to ungag you… if you scream or anything stupid this latest video will be all over facebook. Do you understand?

Sam sighed, nodding. A few moments later, she felt relief as the gag loosened, she licked her lips and drew in a shuddering breath.

“Tiffany..”

A finger was pressed to her lips. “That was not an excuse to talk. You listen…”

Sam decided it was best to do as she was told for now.

“Now… when I ask a question.. you will answer quickly.. and honestly.. if I think you are lying I’ll post something on facebook.” She points to a laptop resting on the floor already on the social network page

“Understand? Just nod if you do.”

Sam nodded once, her eyes on the screen.

“Okay, now… how many times have you had Sean here?”

Sam paused. “Three times. But twice was only at the door.”

Tiffany nodded. “That’s the truth, good girl.”

Sam blinked. Tiffany had been spying on her.

“So you never went all the way in my house?”

Sam knew Tiffany had seen so she shook her head. “You saw us, we just… played a little.”

Tiffany smirked.  “Played… he finger fucked you and you had your hand down his pants.”

Sam blushed at the girl’s frankness. “So you know that’s all we did.”

Tiffany nodded. “And is he coming tonight?”

Sam paused, if she told the truth, Tiffany might intercept Sean and tell him anything, but if she lied, she had a chance to maybe get help.

“No, he has to work.”

Tiffany sighed. “Oh dear. That’s too bad.”

Sam nodded.

“Too bad you couldn’t tell the truth, even for five minutes.” Tiffany held up Sam’s phone. Sam could clearly see the reply from Sean to her invite, he had sent it a few minutes ago, probably while Sam was fighting her body… she could clearly read… ‘On my way sexy… get your knickers off ready..’

Tiffany frowned. “So you are going to have sex in my parent’s house?”

Sam shook her head. “No no. he is just kidding around…”

Tiffany shrugged. “Doesn’t sound like it, but it’s okay… you are going to have sex with him.”

Sam was once again caught completely off guard. “What”

I am going to untie you, but remember I have all I need to ruin your life.        When he gets her, you will get him up here and you will have him in the spare room./ I want you to suck him off, then persuade him to tie you up and fuck you.. You will tell him you found all this stuff, and it got you really hot... and how much you want to be fucked while tied and gagged…

Sam could only stare. “why…”

“Cos I am going to watch it all on my webcam. I want to see what you do.. what it is like.”

“I.. I can’t.. just perform… “

Tiffany tapped her foot on the floor. “You will, or everything goes online…”

Sam sighed, she had no choice…