Part 10
It was a struggle just to stand after the stranger had untied Stephanie's armbinder from the strap holding her ankles together. The blonde felt as limp
as an old rag doll, her strength zapped by the two orgasm she had just had in
the past hour. She wobbled and swayed as she stood, feeling the leather straps
being buckled again around her knees and thighs.
Jeff's stepsister made a most beautiful slave, even more so in the afterglow of
her last cum. A long tangle of blonde hair spilled down over her blindfolded
eyes and her ring-gagged mouth seemed to quiver in an erotic kiss. The white of
her leather collar and armbinder seemed to gleam against her tanned skin. Her
pale nipples were still stiff from pleasure. If there were one thing that did
not fit the perfect picture, it would be the fact that she was not a true
blonde. The soft curls of her nest were a light brown in color. However, that
could be rectified.
Steph felt her captor clip on the leather lead and give it a gentle tug. She
hopped in that direction, concentrating on the task at hand rather than the two
vibrators still buzzing away within her.
"Did you enjoy that, slave?" the metallically twisted voice of her stepbrother
asked.
Stephanie flushed red with embarrassment as she nodded yes. It just murdered her
to admit that the pleasures she had just had were the most intense of her young
life. Everything she had been told said that rape was a horrible, painful thing
that tore at one's soul. However, Steph enjoyed what had just happened and that
thought raced through her mind like a blender.
Jeff continued to pull on her leash, moving slowly to the stairs. He noticed a
pile of envelopes below the mail slot and made a mental note to look through
them in the morning and pay any bills. His parents had left him with several
signed checks to do this with as well as several thousand dollars to put into
his checking for emergencies. However, he had more important things to look
after.
At the foot of the stairs, Jeff stopped and threw his blonde captive over his
shoulder. Stephanie squealed in surprise and struggled a bit.
"Stop squirming, slave, or I will drop you."
Stephanie stopped struggling. It was more to try to get comfortable than it was
to escape knowing the later was impossible. His shoulder seemed to cut into her
stomach as he climbed the stairs and Steph worried that he might loose his
footing and they would both come crashing down the stairs. However, that did
not happen and at the top of the flight, he swung her off his shoulder and
helped her balance herself again in her restraints.
Without a word, Jeff led his captive down the hallway to his parent's bedroom,
pausing to enjoy the way his stepsister looked. Her large, pale-nippled breasts
jiggled with every little hop she took. He could feel himself harden again
looking at her blindfolded form, but reminded himself that he had plenty of time
to enjoy her. There were other things to take care of.
Tugging on her leash, Jeff guided her into the bathroom and eased her onto the
toilet. Stephanie felt the straps around her ankles and legs being undone.
Apparently, it was another bathroom break. It was easier for her to go this
second time and the stranger was just as careful cleaning her up with a warm
washcloth.
"You need to shower, slave," the intruder said in his electronically distorted
voice, "And I have to change your bindings."
The captive blonde listened, nodding slightly.
"If you try to escape, slave, I will kill you quickly but I will also slowly
torture your brother to death. Do you understand, slave?"
Stephanie nodded.
"As long as you please me, slave, everything will be okay. No permanent harm
will come to you or him. Understand, slave?"
Again, the captive girl nodded. She understood completely what the stranger had
just said. As it was, Steph didn't think she had the energy to try to fight or
escape. She could try to summon some up, she supposed, but she knew deep down
inside that she would fail and that would lead to something much worse for both
her and her stepbrother.
One of the things Jeff had gathered for the capture of his stepsister was a
package of plastic zip-ties. He realized that these would be perfect for use in
showering his slave since he did not want to ruin the leather armbinder or
collar. The only thing that might be ruined was her black leather blindfold and
Jeff couldn't risk taking it off at this stage of Stephanie's transformation.
Perhaps he should look through his parent's collection of bondage gear to see if
they had something he could use.
Stephanie let the stranger maneuver her into the shower. Her parents had just
re-done their bathroom and the shower was one of those glass-enclosed full body
showers. Steph loved it and occasionally snuck a shower in there while her
parents were away. She also noticed that there were various hooks and eyebolts
set around and she imagined that they were for hanging up and drying clothes or
her mother's various loofah sponges. I did not occur to her that they might
have a far more kinkier purpose.
Jeff, however, saw how useful they could be and planned on using the bolts to
their utmost advantage. He hooked Stephanie's leash to one of the bolts before
going to his parent's bondage armoire to see if her could find something a bit
more waterproof to blindfold his stepsister with.
The array of bondage gear was astounding. Jeff had not really looked through it
carefully. Everything was neatly organized by function. There were gags and
restraint straps and collars of all sorts. There was one drawer of various
vibrators and dildos and other stimulators. In a drawer on the bottom, one that
Jeff really hadn't looked through, he found what he was searching for.
The long drawer was filled with a variety of latex and rubber restraints and
clothing. Amongst these was a variety of hoods and one in particular caught his
eye. It was a white latex hood that covered all but the wearer's mouth and
buckled into place around the neck. There were air holes for breathing through
the nose and a hole in back to pull a ponytail through. It was perfect. Taking
it, he went back to his captive.
"Slave," the voice said, "I am going to take your gag out and then remove your
blindfold. Keep your eyes shut or the last thing you will see is my knife
slitting your throat. Do you understand, slave?
Stephanie understood all too well and she nodded her head.
"Good. Stand still slave."
The blonde girl was glad to be rid of her current gag. The steel ring that
forced her jaws open was very uncomfortable and caused her to drool
uncontrollably. The blindfold was next Stephanie was sorely tempted to open her
eyes as the stranger peeled it off of her, but she did not. She had already
felt what pain he could inflict and she was convinced that he might indeed kill
her if she did not obey his wishes.
Stephanie felt her hair being gently gathered together in a ponytail then
threaded through something. She then felt something being pulled down over her
head, not unlike a latex swimming cap. However, unlike a swimming cap, the
stranger continued to roll the rubber down over her eyes and nose, eventually
encapsulating her entire head. The latex mask ended just underneath her chin
with a small opening for her mouth and a couple of small holes for breathing
through her nose. Stephanie then felt something pull underneath her chin and
tighten. The hood was now laced into place.
"Open wide, slave," the metallic voice ordered.
The girl felt a rubber ball being forced between her teeth, not unlike the first
gag she wore, though not quite as big. Jeff tightened the straps of the red
ballgag and stepped back to admire his work. His stepsister was indeed a
picture perfect slave. Speaking of which. . .
The hood seemed to mute most of her senses. It sealed Stephanie's eyes closed
as well as ears. The latex smell filled her nose and the rubber-tasting gag
only heightened the feeling that her whole head was encased. She hadn't even
realized that Jeff had left to get the camera and was setting it up.
Jeff realized that the next part was the most dangerous and could unravel
everything her had done. However, the white leather armbinder had to come off.
Jeff gathered up the zip-ties and stepped in back of his captive stepsister.
Stephanie felt the stranger unbuckling the various straps holding her arms in
the single glove then slowly he began to slide it off. He stopped half way and
encircled her arms with a thin strap just above her elbows. As the stranger
tightened it, the strap bit into her skin a bit, causing her to gasp in pain.
This did not stop the stranger as he put another strap below her elbows and
tightened it as well.
The captive continued to feel the armbinder being peeled off until it slid off
her hands. Quickly, the stranger gathered her wrists together and pulled
another thin strap around them, binding them together as well. Jeff was
satisfied that there was no way for his stepsister to escape as she tried to
move weakly against her new bindings. Hastily, Jeff undressed and stepped in
beside Steph.
A warm spray soon engulfed the blonde as she felt the stranger gently turned her
around, making sure that nearly all of her was soaked. Again, she noted that
his touches and grasps were that of a lover, not of a thug, and she felt a
flutter of butterflies through her as his touch. It was quite unlike anything
she had ever felt before. Soon she also felt the soft scour of a soapy loofah
sponge scrubbing her legs and slowly working upward.
The stranger paid attention to every bit of her, washing her and rinsing
her. The warmth of her last orgasms had not gone away and she felt herself
getting excited again at his touch, especially when he paid close attention to
the soft patch of curls above her sex.
"Spread your legs, slave."
Stephanie did so without a single thought. It was almost natural to obey him
now.
"Further."
The captive's stance widened and she felt the stranger begin to soap her mons.
Then she felt the slow graze of a razor being pulled through her nest.
Stephanie felt both appalled and wanton as he continued to shave her pussy
bald. Up to this point, she didn't think she could feel any more naked than
being tied and helpless under the eyes of this stranger. However, this man was
bearing her even more and it caused her to blush.
"Quit squirming, slave, or I will cut you."
Stephanie struggled to be still. The depilation did not take long and with a
soft washcloth, the stranger wiped her mons clean.
"You look beautiful, slave," the stranger said in his distorted electric voice.
The captive felt herself blush again. Men had called her many things, such as
'sexy' and 'hot', but this was the first time she had been told that she looked
beautiful.
Jeff turned the shower off and began to pat dry his hooded prisoner. As he
rubbed the towel over her, she seemed to stand prouder. He shook his head. He
must be imagining things. He buckled her white leather collar around her neck
and clipped the leash to it again. He then led her out of the bathroom into his
parent's bedroom, sitting her down on their parent's bed.
Jeff was fully conscious that her bindings for sleeping had to be comfortable to
his stepsister. There were white fleece-lined cuffs in their wardrobe and he
had selected these for Steph for the night. The ankle cuffs went on first,
locking them in place with a small lock. Raising the blonde from the bed, he
did the same for her wrists after snipping the zip-tie that held her wrists
together. Jeff then undid the other bindings above and below her elbows,
causing a sigh of relief from his captive.
"It's time to sleep, slave," Jeff said as he hooked her lead onto the headboard
of the bed, "I will be with you shortly after I tend to a few things."
Even though she was exhausted, sleep was the last thing on Stephanie's mind.
The shower had left her with goose bumps and a need within her that she could
not assuage being bound as she was. Perhaps when the stranger returned. . .
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10.11.06 continued in chapter eleven
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