Part Two

By Jerry Wilde,
A Reader in Texas

Originally published in Bondage Life No. 6, February 1980

Scanned and Transcribed by guardian46w, January 2019

Story Codes: F/ff, bondage non-consensual, rope, gag, torment, X

For the second night in a row, Leslie was the only girl in the house who slept unfettered.  Teri had gone a long time without sleep due to her older sister’s cruel whims so that, even though she was bound at the wrists and tied spread eagle style at the ankles, she slept soundly the entire night.  The two ladies in the master bedroom were not quite so fortunate.  Having been bound together face-to-face, Joyce and Michele endured a fitful slumber.  Joyce never really went to sleep.  Her stepdaughter’s new brand of viciousness had been building to such a crescendo that now Joyce was terribly frightened.  She was frightened for herself and for her other stepdaughter, Teri, who she knew would never oppose her older sister.  Leslie had always dominated her and these recent events were nothing more than the logical conclusion of their relationship.

Joyce was most concerned for the buxom blonde to whom she was currently bound in a bizarre embrace.  Michele, her new lover, had been tricked into donning one of Joyce’s bikinis under the pretext that she and Leslie would take a swim in the pool.  It was likely that the last thing Michele would remember before having fallen into a drugged sleep would be how tender she had been with Leslie as they lay side-by-side on the bed.  She would be totally disconcerted and terrified when she awoke and Joyce hoped that she would get a chance to explain the predicament they had gotten themselves into.

But even though Leslie had tied their hands behind them, the fact that she bound them together (and nearly nude at that) brought familiar stirrings through Joyce’s senses.  Had she not been gagged, she would have kissed her sleeping lover; no matter that Michele had been eager to hop in bed with Joyce’s stepdaughter on the first hint of tenderness.  She had never wanted to be possessive with Michele, she just wanted to enjoy her.

Michele stirred again and Joyce hoped that she would awaken though she wasn’t sure why.  She would do very little explaining with that ace bandage wrapped tightly around her mouth.  She frowned mentally at the realization of how little help Teri would be in extricating them from their captivity.  She knew that she herself would try anything at the first opportunity that presented itself, but she knew not when that opportunity would come.  Joyce looked to Michele as a spark of hope.  Unfortunately, Leslie was running these same thoughts through her head as she sat in the living room downstairs sipping her tea.

Leslie was confident that she could come home from college and begin the domination of her younger sister and her stepmother with facility.  She knew them.  Michele, however, was an unknown quantity.  Had she a stronger will about her?  Could she be controlled?  Was Leslie powerful enough to deal with all three of them at the same time?  She was unsure of the answers to these questions, so she decided to solve the problem by enlisting the aid of her former friend and instructress.  She took a final swallow of tea and dialed the number of her dormitory at college.  When she asked to speak to Brenda, the unfamiliar voice at the other end said the housemother had gone to bed and was not to be disturbed.

“Please remove her gag and tell her that Leslie is calling,” was Leslie’s terse reply.  She heard some scuffling sounds in the background and soon Brenda was in a position to answer.

“It’s wonderful to hear from you, Leslie.  How have you been” asked the housemother.  Her voice was cheerful but labored.  Leslie wondered how long she had been gagged.

“Fine,” she answered, “I see you have a new assistant.  Is she working out?”

“She doing alright, but I certainly miss you.  She’s not as creative as you when we go to binding the girls up for the night.  Some of them manage to get loose and I’m afraid we’ll run into trouble with some of them before they’re properly trained.  But she displays a genuine talent when it come to tying me up for the night.”

“I hope I’m not calling too late,” said Leslie.  “Did I wake you?”

“No, not really.  Sherrie usually suspends me by the ankles for a while before she puts me to bed.  She suggested it might help me sleep more soundly and I think she’s right.  She was about to bring me down when you called.”

Leslie related that she was in the process of training her family and that she might need some help.  Brenda replied that she could come over first thing in the morning, leaving Sherrie in charge of things at school, and that she would be happy to help.  Leslie said goodbye and hung up the phone.  She became bathed in a sense of relief and excitement.  Now, with Brenda’s help, she could really begin training her bondage harem in earnest.  Sleep came easily to her that night knowing morning would bring complete submersion in her most passionate desires.

Michele’s visions oscillated between dream and reality all through the night.  Sometimes she was relaxing with Joyce on the couch in her apartment and then Joyce would turn into her stepdaughter, Leslie.  Leslie is so childishly pretty.  Other moments were laced with pain and discomfort, especially in the area of her mouth.  Then there was this sensual vibration running across the front of her body which made her breathing labored and tightened up her hip muscles.

Sometime just before dawn, Michele became vaguely aware that there was someone near her.  Her eyes were still shut and it seemed particularly difficult to open them.  She attempted to reach out and touch her companion but her hand would not move.  Neither would her arm.  She would shift her legs to gain leverage.  No, she could not.  Something was wrong!  She just had to open her eyes.  Michele’s entire body was involved in the attempt to see what was wrong but she remained blind to her predicament.

She became aware of slight pain in her knees and her ankles.  Her whole muscular system was stiff and her arms were burning.  She felt herself groan, but she couldn’t hear it.  Oh, my God, was she deaf too?  Finally, she screamed as loud as she could and, in the terrible silence, her eyes pulled themselves open.

It took Michele a full three minutes to decide that she was not dreaming.  The whole situation was so fantastic as to not be believed.  Her beautiful new girlfriend was in dreamland with her face directly in front of her, not an inch distant.  It was small comfort that she had awakened beside Joyce in bed before, for this time Joyce’s mouth was covered by a bandage; obviously applied against her will.  Michele was now acutely cognizant of the ropes which bound up her ankles, knees and arms.  Her cheeks ached from the severity with which the gag had been tightened around her head.

By moving her head slightly and painfully, she was able to see that she was bound to Joyce at the waist and knees and that Joyce was clothed only in her underwear.  Her still awakening mind rummaged through different scenarios of old movies having to do with burglary and kidnapping and other such things.  “Leslie,” she thought, “Where’s Leslie?” She grew worried about the little nymph who, as best she could remember, was last seen stroking her on the back before she dropped off to sleep.

Michele glanced down at the purple bikini she was wearing and strained herself in an effort to remember more.  “What could have happened to Leslie?” she questioned herself.  By now, she was fully awake and decided that she needed some answers.  She wiggled and bounced and knocked Joyce’s chin with her forehead until the sleeping captive opened her tear-stained eyes.  There was no surprise in them.  There was only sadness, resignation and some signs of the love she bore for her blonde friend.  This brought a final state of confusion to Michele.  They moved their faces lightly against each other in a sign of aggravated tenderness, but that was all the communication they were permitted.  Leslie breezed in cheerfully and asked if the ladies had slept as well as she.

“Oh, you're both too tired to answer.  Well, no matter.  I’ll allow you time to talk later.  I’ve already fed Teri and she’s waiting for us in the recreation room.”

Leslie removed the two belts which held the women together and they laid their sore bodies back on the bed.  Joyce’s respite was to be very brief as her lovely auburn-haired stepdaughter quickly released her ankles from the bedpost and helped her stand up.

“Now, Joyce,” Leslie warned, “I’m going to remove your gag so you can eat.  I forbid you to make a sound.  Not only are you and your friend completely powerless, but Teri is going to have a splitting headache if I am delayed up here.”

Joyce was prepared to comply in deference to her younger stepdaughter’s well-being.  And, after all, she was terribly hunger and she had no idea when she would have the opportunity to eat again.  Even so, it was not very satisfying.  Leslie shoved two granola bars and a banana down Joyce’s gullet and washed it down with a glass of juice.  When she was finished, Joyce nodded toward Michele and pleaded silently for food for her friend.

“Oh, but Michele and I had such a wonderful dinner last night, Joyce.  I’m just sure she couldn’t be hungry again so soon.  Anyway, I have to go downstairs and see about my sister.  You explain things to your girlfriend and come down.  But move quickly; Teri’s depending on you.

Joyce had to hurry.  From what Leslie had said, Teri must be under some sort of strain of Leslie’s creation.  Her words shot rapidly into Michele’s unbelieving ears as she explained that Leslie had apparently gone insane over some experience she had at college.  She quickly explained the events of the past few days and then walked feebly over to the bed.  She kissed her lover on the forehead and then raced awkwardly down the steps, knowing that her arms would not be of any assistance if she fell.

She did, in fact, fall forward on the last two steps but regained her balance quickly.  She then darted into the recreation room to be greeted by the sight of Teri, dangling by her ankles from the ceiling.  The rope tied around her feet was tied to a screw-hook imbedded in one of the ceiling studs.  She had been bound at the wrists behind her back and gagged with a black leather strap buckled tightly at the base of the neck.  As her helpless young stepdaughter twisted slowly around in the morning light above her, Joyce moved up and tried to raise Teri’s head with her shoulder.  It may have been some help, but Teri’s head was still collecting blood from the rest of her body.  Joyce then lost her balance and fell down, leaving the poor teenager to dangle upside down again.  Before she could stand up again, Joyce was joined on the floor by Michele who hit with a sickening thud.  Leslie had carried her downstairs on her shoulder and deposited her unceremoniously among the other captive beauties.

“Don’t worry about Teri, Joyce,” Leslie said in mock concern.  “She’ll be alright.  Hanging upside down is certainly not comfortable, but it’s not really dangerous if done for less than an hour or so.  I learned that from Brenda.  She’s coming over today, by the way.  Oh, Joyce, you and the other girls will love her.  She’s really a dear to give up her Saturday to visit us.”

Joyce looked over at Michele, still tantalizing in the purple bikini.  Oddly enough, the ropes and gag took nothing away from her attractiveness.  Then she gazed up at her stepdaughter who was attired only in the white panties she had been wearing when Leslie put her to bed last night.  She also looked beautiful despite the bondage.  Actually, her suspended position sort of flattened her belly and evened out her usually fleshy hips.  But then she thought of how much Leslie seemed to be enjoying all of this and became enraged.

She struggled to her feet and kicked out at her elder stepdaughter as she yelled obscenities in her direction.  The commotion was short-lived as Leslie simply shoved her back on the floor and stuffed a knotted handkerchief in her mouth.  All three captives were stricken.  There would be little hope of escape now that Leslie was to be joined by a helper.  They wondered who Brenda was and where Leslie had come to know her.  They guessed at the university, but she had never spoken of this Brenda before.

They had only seconds to wonder since Brenda was knocking presently at the front door.  They heard Leslie squeal in delight as she admitted her friend through the door.  And their hearts sank as she stepped into the recreation room.  She was a large woman.  She must have been five feet and eight inches tall with a voluptuous figure to match.  Leslie was of average height and weight and it must have taken great effort to carry Teri around, being the large sister.

But there would be no such difficulties now.  Brenda was beautiful with long brown tresses which unlike Leslie’s, were expertly arranged in a delicate frame all around her lovely face.  She was wearing a beige suit with a matching jacket and white gloves.  She appeared to be a woman out to do a day’s shopping at some of the more expensive stores in town.  There was something else about Brenda.  She was in complete domination of the situation.  She had thus far said nothing, but all present knew that she was the force to be reckoned with.  She removed her gloves and jacket as Leslie made the introductions.

“Brenda,” she began excitedly, “this is my stepmother.  Her name is Joyce Walker.”

“How nice to meet you, Joyce,” Brenda said with a smile.  “I’m sure you're very proud of Leslie.  She’s a wonderful girl and an astute pupil.  This must be Teri.” Brenda had moved over to the swaying teenager and patted her bottom gently.  “We’ll have to slim this down a little, huh Teri?” she said with the aplomb of a physician.  “But I don’t think you ever mentioned this beauty in the bikini have you Dear?”

Leslie introduced Michele as her mother’s new girlfriend with a wink.

“Wonderful,” said Brenda joyfully.  “then they can learn together.  That’s always so nice.  What would you like to start with, Leslie?  It’s your show.”

Leslie reminded Michele happily that she still owed her a swim in the pool.  Brenda thought this a marvelous idea and why don’t they all go for a swim.  “Great,” beamed Leslie.  “But I don’t know what to do with Joyce.  Just before you came, she tried to kick me.  And you should have heard the names she called me.”

“Well,” sighed Brenda.  “I guess Joyce has to be punished until she changes her attitude.  Tell me, Dear, was that big thing I saw in the kitchen as we passed a meat freezer?”

“Yes,” Leslie replied anxiously.  “But there’s nothing in it.  There won’t be until next deer season.”

“Perfect.  Now you change and get Teri into a swimsuit and I’ll take care of Joyce.”

Brenda and Leslie walked up the stairs together talking excitedly like the two old friends they purported to be.  Leslie went into Teri’s room to get a bathing suit while the other woman searched Joyce’s room for suitable clothing.  Brenda then returned to the recreation room and removed most of Joyce’s bindings.  She then forced Joyce to don a pair of tight-fitting slacks and a pullover sweater.  Brenda then bid her lie down again and she went to work binding her hands behind her back.

After making sure that the raven-haired woman’s gag was secure, she tied a three-foot rope to the wrists.  Then she forced a pair of leather boots on Joyce’s feet and tied them together with the rope attached to her wrists.  “Hog-tied” was the expression which came to Joyce immediately.  And the meaning of Brenda’s interest in the freezer was not lost on her either.  Now Leslie returned wearing a black string bikini which, against her will, stirred up the old feelings in Michele’s hips.

“You look lovely, Darling!” said Brenda.  Leslie had always been her favorite resident and pupil at the dormitory, “Come give me a hand with your stepmother as long as you're here.”

They lifted up their prisoner, transported her to the kitchen and deposited her lightly in the freezer.  Leslie turned it to a temperature of 32o while Brenda went to get the unfortunate woman a pillow for her head.  “Don’t worry, Joyce,” said Brenda in a comforting tone.  “We’ll only leave you here for an hour or so.  There’s plenty of air in here for that and the time will pass quickly if you spend it thinking of how uncooperative you have been for your lovely stepdaughter.”

The lid of the freezer clicked shut gently and Joyce began trembling.  She would tremble from the cold shortly, but right now she was shaking in fear.  Again, she laid in the darkness and cried.

“This one seems to need a little sun,” joked Brenda as she threw Michele over her right shoulder.  She opened the door with her free hand and spilled the sunlight into the room.  When Brenda had made her exit, Leslie began dressing her sister who remained hanging upside down through the process.  She cut away Teri’s panties with a pair of scissors and then brought over a green bikini bottom which came apart and tied together at the hips.  She worked it between the girl’s legs and smoothed it down over her bottom and her hips.  After tying the strings together on each side, she slipped the halter part of the swimsuit over Teri’s head, brought it down over her breasts and tied it in back.  She then called Brenda and asked her to come in and help her with Teri.

They brought her down from the hook and laid her outside beside the pool.  Teri looked to her side and saw how Brenda had intended for Michele to acquire her new tan.  Brenda had laid her face up on the diving board, brought her arms and legs around and under the board and secured them there.  She would indeed get a very deep tan there in the sun with not a hint of shade anywhere near.

“Why don’t you have a seat,” suggested Brenda to Leslie.  “I’ll try to find a suit that fits me and join you in a moment.  Meanwhile, try to think of something interesting for your sister, Dear.”

Teri watched as the woman bounced into the house and then glanced back at Leslie.  She was really enjoying this.  Teri laid her face down on the cement and tried to prepare for what other tricks Leslie and Brenda were capable of performing on her.