THE SUMMER PROJECT
By T.S. FESSELN
Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living
or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop
reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of rape,
bondage and sex, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility
for those who wish to reenact anything written below.
Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish
to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Any comments
are gladly accepted and encouraged.
Part 6
"I think you will like these games, slave," Jeff said as he gently caressed a
line over both of his captive's breasts.
Stephanie looked beautiful, sitting bound as she was. Her arms were encased in
a white leather armsheath that made her breasts jut forward as if begging for
attention. Her eyes were still blindfolded by a white leather blindfold that
matched her single-glove binder and white medical tape sealed her lips shut.
Leather cuffs were still locked around each ankle and a spreader bar held the
blonde's legs open. She was still flushed from her recent orgasm and her long,
blonde hair was tangled about her face. She was an angel in bondage and for the
next several weeks, Jeff would turn his stepsister into a sex slave to use as he
pleased.
"The next game, slave," Jeff's metallic voice said through the distorter, "is
to test how well you listen and follow orders."
Stephanie felt something cool and stiff being traced around her left areola,
teasing her erect nipple.
"You feel this, slave?"
The blonde captive nodded her head.
"This is a plastic clothespin, one of many."
Stephanie felt the jaws of the clothespin open up and gently play ay her one
nipple. The stranger did not close it on her; he just teased her with it. The
clothespin nipped at her, first one nipple and then the other.
"Each time you do something, slave, I did not address you to do, one of these
will be clipped onto a very sensitive part of your body. So, slave, you will
have to pay very close attention to what I say. Think of it as a game of
'Master Says'."
Stephanie could almost hear the stranger grin a demonic grin.
"The final goal, slave, is to get you downstairs so we can eat. I can imagine
you are starving, are you not, slave?"
The young blonde nodded her head.
"Good, so am I. I thought we would order out. Now, slave, stand up."
Jeff watched as his stepsister struggled to stand. It was a labor for her.
Her legs were still stiff both from the long, standing position she had been
forced to endure earlier and from the orgasm that followed. Using her encased
hands, she managed to prop herself up at the edge of the bed and stand.
"Good girl, now take a step forward."
Stephanie's short step forward was made awkward by her spreader bar, but she
managed to do it.
"Sorry, slave, you lose. I did not address you by name and therefore, the
first clothespin goes on."
The blonde whined into her gag and shook her head but there was little for her
to do but take it. She felt the tip of the instrument touch her right nipple. .
.
"Eenie, meenie, minie, mo. . ." Jeff said, as he touched each of her nipples in
turn; all the while, Stephanie was crying into her gag and shaking her head.
Stephanie felt the clothespin clamp down hard on her left nipple. The pain
shot through her breast like an electric shock and she screamed into her gag.
It was far more painful than she had first thought it might be, but after the
first minute, it became a sharp, almost endurable, throb.
"You see, slave, you have to pay attention. I don't like to hurt you but you
must learn to act only when I tell you to act. Now, slave, take another step
forward."
Crying, the girl took another step forward, trying not to trip. She focused on
his words, trying to blot out the pain that still burned in her breast. She
could feel her hair in a tangle around her face, tickling at her nose and chest,
but she could only endure it and hope the stranger would comb her hair away from
her face.
The bound blonde then felt a tug upon her collar.
"Follow me, slave," the cold, metallic voice said.
Slowly Stephanie followed. It took a great deal of concentration just to
balance herself and not trip. But after about twenty steps or so, she learned
to walk with the spreader bar on fairly well.
"Halt, slave."
The helpless Stephanie halted.
"Thrust your chest to me," the metallic voice commanded
Stephanie almost did, but stopped when she realized that the intruder hadn't
said his name for her.
"You are learning, slave," Jeff told her, "Slave, thrust you chest out to me."
She did as she was told, forcing her chest out as far as she could, presenting
herself to him. Tears were still drying on her cheeks as she felt him gently
caressing around her right breast. Pinching her nipple lightly, he rolled it
between his fingers before kneading her whole tit. The ripples of pleasure that
he was sending through her were starting to eclipse the pain.
"Thrust your pussy to me, slave."
Again, Stephanie did as she was told. She felt the stranger's fingers tenderly
combing through her soft patch of dark gold curls. Slowly, his fingers dipped
down lower, barely touching her sex-swollen lips. Stephanie was starting to
hunger for another orgasm and she started to rock her hips, trying to get him to
touch her more firmly.
"Do you want to cum?" the metallic voice of the stranger asked.
Stephanie nodded.
Another sharp pain shot through her as Jeff placed a clothespin on her right
nipple. She screamed in agony through her gag.
"You need to pay more attention, slave. Next time, the clips will be placed
here."
He touched her pussy.
"I would imagine that would hurt, slave, wouldn't you think?"
Stephanie nodded in tears.
"Thrust your pussy to me, slave."
The captive blonde did. Again, the stranger began to lightly brush her outer
lips and then slip into her slit, tickling at her clit. It was still swollen
from the last orgasm and the bolts of bliss that cascaded through her started to
fuel her fires of need again.
"Do you want me to fuck you, slave?" Jeff asked, enjoying the sight of his
bound sister responding to his touch. The sounds through her gag were not those
of pain; they were moans of want.
"Lay down, slave."
Getting off the bed was a difficult task. Kneeling down to a squat and then
laying down was near impossible. She was blind and bound and couldn't trust her
legs not to give out or cramp. Slowly she knelt down until she was in a squat,
then she leaned back, trying to catch herself with her encased arms. She caught
herself briefly before falling over on her side. Thankfully, it was not a hard
fall and all she had to do was uncurl her legs and she would be lying on the
hallway carpet.
"Thrust your pussy up."
Stephanie hesitated. The intruder did not say her name.
"Good slave. Thrust your pussy up to me, slave."
The blonde arched her back and thrust her sex up as high as she could. His
fingertips began to caress her again, tracing over her swollen lips and touching
her aching pearl. Stephanie let out a small moan of pleasure as he continued to
rub her clit.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.
Stephanie almost nodded, but didn't. The intruder was not going to put
clothespins on her pussy.
"Do you want me to fuck you, slave?"
Stephanie nodded, moaning yes through her gag.
The stranger first stepped between the blondes legs and then knelt down. She
could hear him unzip his fly and she could imagine what his cock looked like;
large, burled with a glistening purple head. She could not picture what the
intruder's face would look like, but she could picture his rampant cock.
The stranger grasped her hips and pulled her forward a bit onto his cock. Jeff
let out a slight moan as he felt her engulf him with her silken muscles. He
moaned again when she squeezed his member as he began to thrust in and out of
his sister.
Stephanie met every one of his thrusts. The man filled her more completely
than she had felt before. Maybe it was her imagination, maybe not. Whatever it
was, it was pushing her closer and closer to ecstasy with every buck.
Jeff felt his sister's spreader bar against his buttocks and then felt her pull
herself further upon him, helping him thrust deeper within her. God, was she
hot. This was better than he could have possibly imagined. He wished he had
set up the camera but, hey, there would be plenty of more times for that. Right
now, it was really hard to think about anything else but getting off with his
blonde bondage slave who was getting off as much as he.
He pounded into her faster and she could feel that he was about to cum. She
remembered when he left her unsatisfied before and she was determined to not to
have that happen again. The whirlwind of pure pleasure was spinning faster and
faster within her and she knew that another orgasm was soooo close.
Then she felt him explode into her.
It was all she needed to cum herself. She practically screamed into her gag as
the storm of bliss raged through her entire body. She bucked and writhed in her
bonds until she could not find the energy to do one single thing more.
She felt the stranger get up and step out from between her legs. She was too
exhausted to move a muscle.
"Slave," the metallic voice said, "You have been very bad. I did not give you
permission to cum. I will have to punish you."
To Be Continued
