Brandy climbed the creaking stairway to darkened hallway. All the doors were shut save
one opened a crack at the end, its light forming a knife’s edge on the dark carpet.
Slowly she made her way down the corridor, trying not to make a sound.
Gently, she eased the door open wider. The bedroom looked like a normal bedroom, with a
big brass bed and a old oak dresser. However, piled on the bed were several coils of rope
and some leather straps as well as something that looked like a whip.
“There you are!” a male voiced yelled as Brandy was grabbed.
Brandy was still in shock as he threw her onto the bed. She screamed and kicked as the
stranger pinned her to the bed and pulled her arms in back of her. Quickly, he tied her
wrists tightly, cinching them together. He then did the same to her elbows, pulling them
as tightly together as he could.
Brandy kicked and Bucked as the man continued to bind her. Grabbing her flailing legs,
he wrapped her ankles with rope and tied them as well as her knees.
“We can’t have you screaming like that,” the man said and Brandy heard the ripping of
duct tape off the roll.
“NO, PLEASE ... Uggghhhmmmph!” Brandi yelled as a swatch of tape sealed her lips shut.
The man continued to tape her mouth with several more pieces of tape, turning her screams
into muted mewls. In the back of her mind she kept chanting ‘This can’t be happening’ but
it was. Maybe this was a slaughterhouse and she was going to be some gruesome
entrée at some unholy banquet. She continued to struggle but the stranger’s
bindings held fast.
Brandy felt him force her legs towards her wrists. Quickly, the man lashed them
together. She was tied just like the woman downstairs on the table.
“Damn, I forgot something in the barn. Hold on while I go get it. I didn’t think
there were any left.”
The bound blonde got a glance at her captor as he left the room. He was a tall,
well-built man with close-cropped blonde hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a pair of
blood-stained bib overalls and a plaid shirt. He was very good looking for a homicidal
maniac.
Brandy struggled and bucked within her bonds, but nothing gave. Tears began to flow as
she wondered what was going to happen to her. This was far beyond being frightened. She
was terrified and there was no one to rescue her.
The stranger came back with a few things in his hand: A black leather collar with
leash and a bright red vibrator.
Brandy’s eyes went wide and began to struggle anew.
“Damn girl, you’re a feisty one. You aren’t getting away so consider yourself caught.
Now let’s see what we really have here.”
The man sat down on the bed beside Brandy and rolled her over on her side. She could
tell as his eyes roved her body that he was undressing her, imagining what she was like
underneath her tight red costume.
“You are one hot babe,” the stranger said.
Despite what was happening to her, Brandy blushed and tried to hide her face.
“I really mean it. You are absolutely beautiful. I am glad I was the one who caught
you.”
Gently, he began to caress her breasts, pinching at her nipples until they stiffened with
pleasure. Brandi found herself closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling. The stranger
wasn’t brusque rather, his touch was more like a trusted lover. Soon the little jolts of
pleasure shooting through her spread and she found herself rocking her hips slightly.
Brandy’s eyes shot open as she felt the top of her costume being pulled down, exposing
her large breasts. He leaned over her and took one of her large, pale nipples into his
mouth. His tongue licked around them and he gently pulled at them with his teeth, send
more floods of pleasure through Brandy. He switched from one breast to another, causing
her to moan loudly through her taped lips.
The stranger pushed her over some more and began to feel between her legs, finding that
her costume snapped at the crotch. Brandy had gotten the costume online at an adult
costume/lingerie website because Rick had a costume fetish and she was sure they would end
up humping each other silly after their haunted house tour. As she felt him unsnap her
costume, she wondered if she had made the wrong choice.
His fingers began to caress her through her stockings and Brandy found herself thrusting
towards him. The desire was building inside of her, a torrent of pleasure that she
couldn’t stem.
Brandy watched helplessly as he pulled her stockings down to reveal her soft nest of dark
blonde curls. She kept herself neatly trimmed for Rick and now the stranger was running
his fingers through it, petting her.
Gently, he began caressing her sex again, running his fingers up and down her moistened
slit and tickling at her swollen clit. Brandy began to thrust again, trying to get
herself off. However, the stranger spread her lips and eased the large gel vibrator
inside of her and turned it on, sending a rush of pure bliss flooding through her.
“Remember, no cumming until we get to the barn,” he said as he lifted her head and
fastened the collar around her neck, “I need to get the other two and bring them back here
so I can bring you all in together. I’ll be right back.”
Then the stranger left.
Brandy’s mind was in a whirl of confusion as she struggled against her ropes. The
vibrator was doing its magic, however, and her struggles against her ropes were more for
pleasure than escape. The torrent within her was growing and growing as she bucked on the
bed until her orgasm engulfed her in pure rapture. Again and again it swept through her
until she was spent from the effort.
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