Part 7: Bound Together
Friday 6TH October 2006 0147hrs
Lucinda strained her bound wrists against the tight white cord for the umpteenth time. As she did so she grunted into the black leather panel gag that had been applied to her lower face, the large red rubber ball that was attached to the panel, wedged deep in her mouth behind her teeth silencing her effectively. Jennifer turned her head to try to look at her Mother. She had been totally amazed at Lucinda’s ability to struggle and fight the ropes. Also her stamina was breathtaking.
The two women had been bound and gagged for over five hours and had both struggled hard for the first couple. Jennifer tired after that but her Mother just kept on going, straining and twisting in her bonds. They had been bound back to back on the bed. The women’s arms had been intertwined with each other’s and cords welded them together at the upper arms. Their wrists had been tightly cross bound and cinched, the cinch ropes attached taughtly to crotchropes that nearly split each woman in half. Jennifer had come repeatedly against the crotch rope and her Mother’s gyrations and grunts suggested Lucinda had as well.
They were kneeling on the bed frog tied. Tight loops of cord cutting into strong nylon clad thighs and ankles, again tightly cinched. Jennifer had been gagged with a pump gag, another one of Andy’s shopping items in addition to Lucinda’s panel gag. The gag had been pumped up to an uncomfortable size and Jennifer’s jaw was starting to ache.
Lucinda tried to make herself understood from behind her gag but Jennifer could not make out what she was trying to say.
“MMMGGGHHTTTTFFFFHHHRR” Lucinda screamed into the ball as she shook her head violently. “NNNHHHGGGGTTTUUNNNNNGG”
Jennifer shook her head to indicate she hadn’t a clue what her mother was trying to say but that only set Lucinda off on a renewed bout of struggling.
“NNNGGHHHHHHHHH”Jennifer realised she wasn’t going to get any sleep until her Mother had exhausted herself, so she embarked on similar frenzy of bucking about, straining at the inescapable cords. Sheer nylon swished loudly as both women fought the frog tie, pumping thighs against the cutting cords.
Jennifer was close to coming again and Lucinda finally screamed and grunted into her gag as she brought herself to climax on the crotch rope. Jennifer arched her back as she too exploded in ecstasy, both women finally sagging back on the bed defeated.
Friday 6TH October 2006 0700hrs
I awoke still tired from the previous night’s broken sleep.
I didn’t doze off till about two am, kept awake by the sheer excitement of the day’s activities and also the muffled grunts from the bedroom next door.
I had secured the women for the night and turned in about half past eight. I was working through the following day’s schedule in my head but kept getting distracted by the noises from the next room.
I had to say Lucinda was playing her part to perfection. Jennifer hadn’t been exaggerating when she had commented on her Mothers acting ability. The older woman’s portrayal as the tough Mother figure was near perfect. She was even at it at well past one am, a whole five hours after I had bound and gagged her for the night.
Thursday5TH October 2006 1955hrs
I had opened the red sports bag emptied it on the bed. The two women had gasped as the contents became evident… Multiple coils of white cord, coils of thick grey rope, leather straps similar to those that had bound Jennifer to the chair and a new selection of gags. This stuff was in addition to my originals, which were still in the old canvas bag in the wardrobe. Each woman was given a length of cord and instructed to tie a crotch rope around themselves. A little motioning of the Tazer had induced them to do this although Lucinda had been very vocal in her protests.
“Enjoy yourself tonight Fuckwit because we’ll be loose tomorrow. Don’t think your ropes will hold me,” She had informed me as she looped the cord around the waistband of her tights whilst glowering at me.
“ Yes, yes whatever” I laconically responded
This seemed to annoy her because her voice rose an octave during her next verbal assault.
“You piece of shit!!! I’ll be shouting from the rooftops when the cops lock you up you Bastard!!”
Lucinda glared angrily towards me as she fed the cord from the rear of the waist loop and through her thighs and up her crotch. She tied the cord around the waistband and stood hands on hips glowering at me. She had obviously had done this before; by the effortless way she finished the tie.
I was impressed.
Jennifer finished her crotch rope a good minute after Lucinda and stood in silence, perhaps in awe of her Mothers performance.
I motioned with the Tazer towards the bed.
“Ok, two of you on the bed. Kneeling position back to back…. MOVE IT!!”
The two women briefly exchanged questioning glances and the moved on to the bed, Jennifer first and then Lucinda, kneeling back to back. Jennifer being taller sat three inches bigger than her Mother but the more compact and powerful body of Lucinda sat poised and balanced, like a cat.
“Link arms and then cross your wrists in front of you.”
“You’ve gotta be Fuckin joking?” Lucinda interjected but complied with the instruction anyway encouraged by the Tazer, her perfectly toned arms linked with those of Jennifer.
The women crossed their wrists and both bodies were suddenly pulled erect, tits thrust out. I noted Lucinda’s nipples were now fully erect and hard whilst Jennifer’s had been that way since she stripped.
I took a length of cord and bound firstly Lucinda’s and then Jennifer’s wrists tightly. I loosened off the ends of the crotch ropes and used that to cinch the wrists. Now every slight movement of the women’s wrists resulted in the crotch rope being tightened and pulled up between their ass and pussy.
Lucinda was busy examining the tie when I pulled her hair back and hissed into her face “You think I’m fuckin around bitch? Its only because I’m tired that your not hogtied and put in the fuckin wardrobe!!”
Lucinda smiled into my face and shook her head “Don’t try and intimidate me you Fuckin Bastard, do your fuckin worst!!”
“Ok you asked for this…” I picked up the first thing to hand, which happened to be the brand new panel gag which I had purchased and rammed the red ball into Lucinda’s open mouth.
NOOOO…NNGGGUUUUUUHHHHHHHH”
She tried to shake her head and escape the gag but I held her hair fast and turned it slowly in my hand as I forced the ball behind her teeth. Quickly grasping the straps of the panel I fastened them behind Lucinda’s head despite her demented shaking of her head and muffled obscenities. Her eyes flashed with anger over the leather panel, which had been pulled taught and was digging into Lucinda’s cheeks slightly.
“MMMMPPHHHHHH……UUMMPPPPHHHHH”
Now I was in full flow. I felt in control. I was in control.
Jennifer was next as she had been turning her head as I gagged her Mother and giving me verbal as well. “Leave her alone you Fuck, leave her alone…”
I picked up another new toy, a black pump gag and moved towards her. The inflatable rubber ball was thrust into Jennifer’s mouth and the black panel, similar to Lucinda’s gag, was strapped tightly over her full lips. I went back to the pile of stuff lying at the foot of the bed and selected the black pump and attached twelve-inch tube. Jennifer’s eyes widened as I approached her and she shook her head from side to side in fright.
“NNNHHHOOOOOOO”
Smiling at her I reached out and grabbed her hair with one hand and attached the nozzle of the tube to the rubber nipple that protruded through the panel. Slowly I started to squeeze the pump, inflating the ball in Jennifer’s mouth. Her eyes widened again as she started to panic, the ball getting bigger and harder in her mouth.
“NNNHHHOOOOOOONNNHHHGGGGGGG”
I gave the pump an extra couple of squeezes then let it go. Jennifer visibly relaxed, her cheeks puffed out signifying the fullness of her packed mouth. Gagging the women seemed to have taken a lot of fight out of them despite Lucinda still glowering in my direction. I completed the bondage with three loops of cord around the women’s upper arms, tightly locking the already inescapable intertwining.
Lastly I frog tied each woman, particularly enjoying seeing the tight cords cut into the nyloned thighs and ankles. I had decided to use this particular tie often over the weekend, especially on Lucinda as she had the most gorgeous and athletic legs. I left the bedside lamp on and bad the women goodnight, receiving in return a fusillade of muffled obscenities from them both.
Friday 6th October 2006 0745am
After I had showered, shaved and dressed I went in to the bedroom to check on the women.
Lucinda was sitting; head slumped against her chest asleep. This was not surprising given her long journey and her efforts last night. Jennifer was awake and looked at me in a surly way over her gag. Both women were glistening with sweat, both from their struggling and the temperature in the room. I walked over to the window and opened it slightly, the cool air rushing in to the bedroom. Jennifer grunted something through her gag but I ignored her, closing the door on my way out. I decided to let Lucinda sleep. She was going to need her strength in the days ahead.
I prepared myself a light breakfast of tea and toast. My mind was buzzing as I ate slowly. The day’s scenario was slowly unfolding in my mind despite my previous planning. I was capable of changing the day’s events as long as the basic scenario remained the same as we had agreed.
After breakfast I decided to investigate the contents of Lucinda’s case, and when I opened it I almost gasped in amazement. The case was packed full of outfits that Lucinda obviously wanted to wear during the scenario. A black latex mini dress, several mini skirts, two pairs of hot pants and a selection of brassieres and thongs spilled out of the case. In addition to the clothes were a pair of black open toed mules and a pair of white sandshoes.
Although I was very impressed with Lucinda’s choice of attire I was even more impressed with the selection of “toys” that were also in the case. A huge white vibrator and several butt plugs were tucked away in a corner of the case along with a pair of rubber panties with dildos attached to the crotch and ass. Jennifer’s Mother was turning out to be a bit of a girl!!
My mind returned to the scenario and the requirement for both Jennifer and Lucinda to be released from their bonds and made ready for the day’s activities. I went into the bathroom and turned on the bath taps. I reckoned both women would be in need of a relaxing soak after the tight bondage of last night.
I decided to let Jennifer get ready first, as I wanted to give Lucinda a longer rest.
I went back into my bedroom and opened the wardrobe. On the top shelf I had put away other items that I had purchased in the previous week. I had ordered the tights and stockings from an on line store and had picked them up at the post office instead of having them delivered to the flat. I had decided the women would wear tights when they were bound during the day and at all times when they were out of the flat being transported. They would wear the stockings only when they were being fucked.
I selected two pairs of nearly black sheer tights from the bundle. I put a pair to one side for Lucinda and put the other pair in the bathroom along with my choice of clothes for Jennifer. I selected a tiny black thong and tight black brassiere from her underwear drawer. A white t-shirt and a short red skirt completed the choice. I also put her mules in the bathroom with the rest of the garments.
Jennifer was soon released from the tight cords, sinking to a lying position on the bed and starting to try and rub the circulation back into her limbs. I left her to un-gag herself and she quickly worked out how to work the pump release mechanism and with a gasp of relief extracted the now deflated rubber ball from her mouth. While she was doing this I had re-bound the still unconscious Lucinda’s wrists behind her back. She lay there looking absolutely fantastic, her thighs and ankles still tightly frog-tied and the panel gag cutting into her cheeks. I turned my attention back to Jennifer and grabbing the Tazer I motioned menacingly towards the door.
“You have one hour to Shower, toilet and get ready. Your make-up and clothes selection is in the bathroom. You will be given food and water when you are finished. This is the only time of the day or night you will not be restrained or gagged. Do you understand as I will not repeat this?”
Jennifer looked at me with a slight smile on her lips and nodded. She was also playing her part to near perfection. I grabbed her by the left arm and marched her into the bathroom, turning and giving me a look of disdain she slammed the door shut and locked it behind her.
I returned to my bedroom and selected her Mothers outfit for the day. I decided, as Lucinda was to undergo some sort of interrogation during the day I would not have her put on too many clothes. Jennifer was different as she would just be tightly bound all day and wouldn’t be undressed unless I had a change of mind or the scenario required it. As well as the sheer tights I selected a tiny white thong and brassiere for Lucinda. She could wear her mules as well, matching Jennifer’s. I felt myself getting hard just thinking about Lucinda. She had such a great body for a woman of her age. Jennifer had told me that her Mother worked out every day and looked after herself but I had not expected anything like this, despite her being an ex-dancer and gymnast.
After forty-five minutes I knocked on the bathroom door, reminding Jennifer she had only fifteen minutes to finish. I went into the bedroom to check on Lucinda and found her awake and angrily looking at me. She burst into a frenzy of struggling, her thighs pumping and straining against the tight cords, whilst trying to scream at me through her gag.
“Good morning, nice of you to say hello” I flatly observed, the sarcastic comment resulting in a new bout of activity from the bound woman. “Did you sleep well bitch? You should have taken the opportunity as I have big plans for you today”
Lucinda completely ignored me, concentrating on fighting the ropes. I left her to her struggles and knocked on the bathroom door again, resulting in a fully clothed Jennifer appearing in the doorway. She had undergone a virtual transformation from the sweaty, bedraggled and drained person that had went into the bathroom less than an hour ago. Her hair had been shampooed and dried. She had put it up in a ponytail, held in place with a small black elastic hair tie. Her t-shirt was tight and stopped a couple of inches from her waist, her tits restrained by the brassiere but thrust out through the cotton of the t-shirt. Her legs looked superb in the sheer tights under the red mini skirt and her painted pink toenails visible through the nylon on her feet. She had not put on the mules I had left her and carried them in her left hand.
I grabbed her right arm and led her through to the kitchen, where I pushed her down into a chair. “Put the shoes on now” I ordered and slowly she slid her feet into the mules.
“Where is Mom you Bastard? Is she alright… if you have harmed her I’ll…. AAAGGHH” A full handful of pony tail cut her off and extracted a yelp of pain.
“You’ll see her soon enough slut. Better worry about yourself,” I hissed into her ear.
I took a pair of cuffs from my trouser pocket and pulling Jennifer’s wrists towards me clicked them in place. While she was coming to terms with this I cuffed her right ankle to the chair leg with a second pair. Grabbing her ponytail and yanking her head back I pushed the oval black ball gag into her protesting mouth and buckled it tightly behind her head.
“Try and un-gag yourself and I will both re-gag you even tighter and Hogtie you for the duration of the morning. Understand?”
Jennifer nodded her understanding.
Leaving the kitchen I returned to the bedroom where Lucinda was still twisting and turning in her bonds. I pulled her up into a sitting position and started to un-tie her. When she was free I took off the panel gag, Lucinda muttering “Thank God” and rubbing her aching mouth.
“Ok, you will get the same hour in the bathroom that your slut Daughter got. You will find a change of clothes and shoes already in there. Any questions?”
“Where is my Daughter you Fuck, You are really going to pay for this”
I grabbed her long black hair and twisted it. “You had Fuckin better learn to answer questions, not ask them you bitch. Now get in there and get yourself ready” Lucinda glared at me but obeyed the instruction and got off the bed and gracefully strode into the bathroom, nyloned thighs swishing as she walked.
Friday 6th October 2006 1026am
Lucinda and Jennifer ate in silence. I had prepared two slices of dry toast and two mugs of black coffee. The Spartan breakfast was all the nourishment I planned to give them today, apart from the occasional drink of water to keep them hydrated.
Lucinda had been restrained in exactly the same way as her Daughter to the kitchen chair. Right ankle attached by a cuff to the chair-leg and wrists cuffed in front of her. She was sitting dressed in only the underwear and tights I had left her out, her small tits made to look bigger by the very tight brassiere she wore and the tiny thong almost invisible under the sheer nylon of her hose. Her mules had a bigger heel on them than Jennifer’s and Lucinda’s perfectly toned calf muscles stood out through the nylon, strong feet perfectly fitting into the mules.
When the women had finished the coffee I went over to Jennifer and unlocked her ankle cuff from the chair-leg. The ball-gag that I had silenced her with earlier now hung around her neck and I pushed it into her mouth again, twisting the leather-restraining strap up behind her head. I pulled her up by her arm from the chair and led her over to where the washing machine sat in the corner of the kitchen. Facing her, I lifted her bodily up and sat her on the appliance. “Draw your legs up on to the machine,” I instructed
Jennifer did this, her mini-skirt riding up her thighs exposing her crotch and the white thong beneath the tights. “Now stay there and don’t move” I went into the bedroom and grabbed several coils of cord that had been used to restrain the women the previous night. I returned to the kitchen and proceeded to bind Jennifer’s crossed ankles tightly and cinch the tie. I then looped a length of cord around her waist and tied the free end to her ankle bonds, pulling her ankles tightly in towards her waist.
I used the key to release her cuffed wrists and taking another length of cord pulled her wrists behind her back and tightly cross bound them. I finished off by tying Jennifer’s elbows together so that she was sitting cross-legged and tightly bound. “That should hold you, now for your Mother” Jennifer immediately started to twist and turn in her bonds, testing the ropes.
I turned to face Lucinda and she laughed sarcastically. “Think this will make me talk you English Fuck?…. no chance”
“We’ll see about that, and by the way I’m not English, I’m Scottish” I replied in the monotone that signalled a change in character.
In less than five minutes Lucinda was spread-eagled across the Kitchen table. Cuffs held her rigid by the wrists, attached to the top table legs. Her ankles were tightly cuffed to the bottom legs, stretching her superb body out on the table. Lucinda pulled at the steel restraints and strained her athletic thighs and arms against them. Her head was hanging over the end of the table and she had to strain her neck to keep it up, the veins standing out with the exertion.
“You are going to tell me the number of the locker where the other half of the luggage ticket is. Tell me now and I will release you and your Daughter. Don’t tell me and I will keep you both bound and gagged until you do”
“Go…. go to hell, I’m telling you nothing!” Lucinda gasped, the tautness of the spread-eagle starting to tire her
“One last chance. What is the number?” I repeated the question
“NO…. FUCK YOU!!!” Lucinda screamed
I moved around to the back of the table, behind the struggling woman’s head, which she could barely support by now.
Lucinda watched in horror as I unzipped my trousers, my erect cock springing out and almost slapping her in the face. “NO….NO…YOU BASTARD …DON’T..DON…UUGGHHHHHH”
Lucinda’s protests were stifled as I rammed my cock deep into her mouth, her head now hanging backwards over the table edge.
I grabbed her dangling hair with both hands and started fucking her mouth hard, despite her best efforts to shake her head loose. “NNGGHHHHH……NNGGHHHHHHH..NGGHHHHHHH” She grunted as I thrust harder and harder. She was gagging now but could not avoid my cock being halfway down her throat.
I had not felt this hard in years, even when fucking Jennifer. I looked down at Lucinda’s struggling body and got harder as I watched her athletic nyloned legs and ankles strain at the cuffs. Meanwhile Jennifer was now struggling hard and grunting through her gag as she watched me fuck her Mothers mouth. Lucinda’s struggling increased in ferocity and her left mule was thrown from her foot by her exertions. I increased the tempo of my thrusts until I felt myself explode deep in Lucinda’s mouth, the bound woman making a strange gargling noise as she tried to swallow my cum to avoid choking.
I went rigid and then relaxed, thrusting slower now. Lucinda was now sucking my cock and draining every last drop of cum from it. Some of the cum had escaped from her mouth and was running down her cheek as she greedily sucked on my now rapidly deflating cock. I suddenly pulled it out of her mouth, which distracted her, and she opened her eyes in surprise. “EHH?”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the large red rubber ball-gag, which I proceeded to stuff in her gasping mouth. Her eyes widened over the ball and flashed angrily. “MMPPHHHHHHH” She screamed into the gag as I brutally tightened it behind her head.
“I think I’ll just let you lie there for an hour or so bitch, while I fuck your Daughter” I hissed towards the struggling woman, which caused her to renew her wild struggles and scream into her gag, shaking her head from side to side.
Lucinda watched helplessly as I un-tied Jennifer’s ankles and hoisting her up over my shoulder walked past the table and into the bedroom.
Friday 6th October 2006 1155am
I sat in the living room eating lunch and sipping coffee. I wasn’t all that hungry, due mainly to the adrenalin rush of the morning’s events, and the sandwich was sufficient. Lucinda still lay cuffed tightly to the kitchen table and Jennifer lay on the bed hogtied. Both women occasionally made noises through their gags and I could detect the clanking of Lucinda’s cuffs against the table legs.
I had taken Jennifer into the bedroom and instead of fucking her, as I had told Lucinda, I merely hogtied her on the bed and left her to struggle hard. She had been very aroused as I had fucked her mother’s mouth and wouldn’t have resisted if I had fucked her, in fact she showed surprise when I didn’t. Plenty of time for that.
I finished the coffee and returned to the kitchen with the empty plate and cup. Lucinda watched me as I crossed the floor and put the dishes in the sink. She tried to say something through the ball-gag but I ignored her completely, which resulted in her thrashing about again for a brief futile period. Her neck must have been aching by now and I decided to release her from the table. I unlocked the cuffs around her wrists from the top table legs and as she tried to rub the circulation back into them I released her ankles.
She sat there glowering at me but saying nothing. She at on the table with her legs pulled up and crossed, the red cuff marks visible on her ankles and wrists. She had discarded the other mule and sat barefoot. She reached behind her head to unfasten the ball-gag straps but stopped suddenly and dropped her hands to her sides when I took the Tazer from my pocket and aimed it directly at her. “You haven’t anything to say at the moment which would remotely interest me,” I explained. She gave me a fiery look and mumbled something incoherent into her gag.
I had some good stuff planned for her and Jennifer this afternoon. I decided I would crank up the bondage a little bit and await reactions. I thought that Lucinda had taken the forced cock-sucking episode very well, displaying a very accomplished performance and the way she greedily sucked on my cock led me to believe she was up for more.
Friday 6thOctober 2006 1330pm
I had rented a small industrial unit about fifteen minutes drive from the flat. I used this as a workshop and office when I was working in Scotland. I decided to break the routine of captivity in the flat for the women by taking them down to the unit to spend the rest of the day, and possibly night.
I decided that it would be too risky to transport both women at once in broad daylight. So Lucinda lay on the bed, still stripped to her bra, thong, tights and still shoeless, tightly spread-eagled with her wrists tied to the top railings of the headboard and her ankles tightly cross bound and attached to the bottom. I had re-strapped the ball-gag in her mouth after briefly removing it for her to have a drink of mineral water, which she greedily gulped down. For a bit of extra insurance I had also bound and cinched her legs at the knees, above and below.
She lay on the bed twisting against her bonds, looking directly at me and grunting into her gag. God!! She was so fuckin sexy I wanted to fuck her right there and then but restrained myself as there was all the time over the weekend to do this, and more!
Jennifer sat on the sofa with her wrists tightly bound behind her back. Her nylon-clad legs were unbound at the moment, as she had to walk to the BMW from the flat. I had draped a jacket over her shoulders to conceal her bound wrists and had used several strips of the flesh coloured bandage that was taken to the airport to gag her mother, to silence her effectively, holding in a rolled up white rag stuffed into her mouth. I had selected her black patent pumps which she already had on her feet.
I took hold of her arm and pulled her to her mule-clad feet, Jennifer resisting and trying to pull away from me. I was pleased to note that she was getting into character and playing her role very well; perhaps inspired by her Mothers master class so far.
We exited the flat and I looked around before pulling Jennifer out the doorway when I was satisfied no one was about. The estate I lived was very quiet with only ever a couple of people wandering around at any time. We walked briskly to the car. I had moved the car from its previous position near to the flat away to a new location about thirty yards away. This new parking space backed up against several thick bushes and trees and the rear of the vehicle was well concealed from any prying eyes.
I opened the boot and guided Jennifer up and stepped her into the empty space. She lay in the boot and looked up at me, mumbling something into the gag. Leaving the boot ajar, I went around to the rear seat of the BMW and grabbed several of the leather straps I had used on Jennifer last night, which I had put in the car earlier.
Returning to the boot I took hold of Jennifer’s ankles and bent them up into a cross-legged position. With the straps I firstly bound her ankles together with one strap and attached her left pump clad foot to her right calf and her right foot to her left calf with another two straps. Jennifer grunted into the gag as I tightened the straps so that they cut into her nylon covered calves, tightly restraining her shapely legs. Jennifer still had on the t-shirt and mini-skirt and it rode up around her waist, revealing her strong athletic legs and thighs.
I drove carefully to the unit and after getting Jennifer inside and taken care off I returned to the flat for her Mother, my dick getting hard again thinking about the afternoon and evening we were going in the unit.
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