Chapter One

 

I hadn't ever really thought about bondage when I was exploring sex. I guess I wasn't a very imaginative girl. But then, like a lot of young girls, sex was mostly, aside from the kissing and stroking, something for guys. You weren't expected to really enjoy much else. It was something you did to please the guys. It was a requirement of having a boyfriend, like performing oral sex.

And that was the way it was for me, too. I was very proud of my body, especially my breasts, and I put a lot of effort into keeping it fit and looking the way it did. Because when a boy saw me, when he saw my breasts that look of hunger and lust on his face made all that effort worthwhile.

That and kissing were the highlights of sex for me, along with my pleasure at how excited he was and his happiness when he came. The actual intercourse thing wasn't that big a deal. That was for the guys. And it was certainly preferable to anal sex, which some of them really whined to get so I sometimes had to give in.

A side effect of my putting such exercise into keeping my breasts firm and perky for their size was that my stomach and abdomen were flat and firm, too. And so, I started wearing midriff-baring shirts because I was pleased at the compliments, especially the jealous looks from other girls.

I didn't normally put much effort into clothes. Partly, that was because I didn't have a lot of money to buy them with. My budget barely sufficed to get me new things (new to me) at thrift shops. But I made up for it with nice hair, a soft, dark, gleaming brown that hung perfectly around my egg-shaped face.

I wasn't the most beautiful girl in the world but guys certainly noticed me when I was around, especially in a top that was form-fitting, doubly so if it was a midriff top. Sometimes, to avoid accusations I was showing off I'd wear sweaters, but they were thin ones that hugged my ample curves quite nicely.

Needless to say, I never had any trouble finding dates. The trouble was sorting through them to find ones with potential. Eric was not only good-looking but big, with broad shoulders. He was an apprentice electrician, which didn't make him rich but did give him his own car and meant he'd be making solid money eventually.

So, I took up with Eric and the only problem was his cock was kind of big. It was kind of daunting to me the first time I saw it. I blinked at it and wondered like, what am I supposed to do with this? Because at the time I was on my knees in front of him and about to give him a blowjob. But he was not only long but thick.

I could barely get my lips around him! So, I had to make a lot of use of my hands as I bobbed up and down, sucking and licking. Needless to say, he wanted more in my mouth. But it was difficult to get him deeper until he stood up and that made me pull my head back more.

His hands slid into my hair, the way guys will, and I took him deeper, but it was daunting to imagine taking him too deep. He just seemed too thick! I knew he was going to make me ache when he fucked me, too. And he did! God! It felt like he was not only stretching me a lot, but the head was pounding against my cervix or something!

Still, what we girls suffered for good-looking boyfriends!

Anyway, Eric and I had been seeing each other for a month or so, maybe six weeks, when he started to hint about how he'd like to see me with another girl. A threesome, in other words. I wasn't exactly startled. Guys get all their sexual thoughts from the internet and girls making out was one of the most popular kind of videos. So, he wasn't the first guy to suggest it.

I was less than enthusiastic. I'd fooled around with girls some, of course. Everyone did. But I hadn't gotten very far in it since it was boys I liked. But the idea wasn't foreign, and not really horrible. I just didn't know any girls that I would want to do it with. He did, though, some girl I'd never heard of.

That was a bit surprising since I knew most of the people around. I live in the country, in an old house a few miles outside the town of Perth. Perth has maybe six thousand people and is as boring a town as you're likely to find. It has antique stores, galleries, furniture stores, coffee shops, pharmacies, and bakeries. Why? Because it's not so much a farming town. It's a town where people from nearby Columbus can get away to on weekend trips.

So, tourism is big. And it's got a bunch of houses that are overpriced with no real land around them so city people can commute. Or lately, so city people who can work from home can live in 'the country' away from the problems of the city. I don't consider Perth the country, though.

My house is an old farmhouse surrounded by trees in all directions. We have a semi-cleared yard but even that has trees, and we have a long driveway with my dad's collection of old junky cars. I shouldn't complain, though, since I get to drive them. At least they get me around. You can't live out here without a car.

I work in the Pharmasave pharmacy, which pays enough, but just only. It's not like I can really afford my own place unless I want to move in with someone. Especially since the city people have pushed up prices.

The house is more than big enough for us. Too big, really. It'd seemed smaller when my brother Sean lived with us, but he was off at college. Why anyone would want to go to college was beyond me, but Sean was always a bookworm. My mom was gone too. She had divorced Dad and moved to Scranton and gotten remarried. Why did I stay with dad? Because she was a bitch who got angrier and more jealous every year I developed and got prettier. Especially as she got fatter.

I get that from some older women too, but geeze, she's my mom. She ought to be more mature! And if she was angry at being fat then she should have tried exercising and eating less. So, I stayed with dad, because he was always working and let me do pretty much what I wanted without criticism. Unless I really got out of line.

It was Friday evening when I drove into Perth to see Eric. He lived in a century-old building that had stores on the ground floor and apartments up above. He had a big one because he shared it with his friend Randy. And Randy had bought it before the city people had started moving in. Now he was always talking about how much he could make if he sold it.

Maybe enough for a haircut, I would say. He cut his own hair, when he bothered to cut it, and it showed.

Anyway, I wanted to go out somewhere, like maybe to the Roadhouse out on the highway to dance but I figured Eric would want sex first. Or maybe I could get away with a blowjob. I'd gotten better at taking him deeper. Maybe my cheeks were stretching!

I let myself in downstairs since the door didn't lock, went up the narrow staircase, then down the wooden hall to knock on his door. I opened it as it wasn't locked and found the place empty, or so it looked at first. Then I heard the sounds coming from the shower.

I wandered down the hall and knocked.

"Yo, Eric!"

"Hey, babe," he called. "Just cleaning up. Wanna join me in the shower?"

"Uhm, no. My hair would be a mess and it would take me a while to dry and style it again."

I wandered back into the living room, flopped down on the sofa and turned on the TV, then flipped through the channels to see what was on. It was kind of warm, so I got up and pushed open one of the windows, then took off my jacket.

I was just wearing a thin halter and low-riding jeans when Eric came out of the bathroom and up the hall. Eric was wearing a towel.

"Guess what I got under the towel for you, baby!" he said with a leer.

"I can't imagine. I'm a virgin, you know," I said dryly.

He padded across the floor, and I stood up. Then without a word he bent and lifted me up, heaving me up over his shoulder!

"Ack! What are you doing!?" I exclaimed as he pulled me further over so my upper torso was hanging upside down behind him.

Crack!

He slapped my butt sharply and I squealed.

"Eric!"

He turned and headed back down the hall with me slapping lightly at his lower back. That still brought me another slap on the butt, and I yelped again.

"Bully!"

The truth is it turned me on when he showed me how strong he was! He carried me into his bedroom and then flung me down on the bed.

"You and me are gonna have some fun, baby!" he growled.

"I thought we were going dancing," I said.

"I'll make you dance, bitch," he said.

He grabbed one of my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed, then knelt with one leg kind of pinning one of my legs down, and began to undo my belt.

"You know, maybe you ought to try asking sometime?" I suggested pointedly. "Like, you could say please?"

"Fuck that. You're my bitch."

He yanked my pants and panties down my legs, backing up and ripping them inside out so they came down hard enough to pop my sneakers off. Then he rolled me over and undid my halter, tossing that away. It was all kind of breathlessly exciting in a way, but the sex didn't take long and was kind of, if you'll forgive the pun, anti-climactic for me.

Afterward, as he was sitting up and I was pretending to recover he grinned down at me.

"Got just the girl to show you how it's done, baby."

"To show me how what is done?" I asked suspiciously. "Knitting?"

He laughed. "Pussy eating!"

That didn't exactly fill me with enthusiasm.

"Maybe she could show you!" I exclaimed.

He scowled. "Hey, I get the job done! Anyway, pussy eating isn't exactly my main job."

"Whose job is it?"

He leered. "Maybe Cheryl's."

"Cheryl? Cheryl Foster, who's dating Randy?"

"Yup!"

"She likes having sex with girls?" I asked, surprised.

"Not all girls, just really sexy girls like you."

"Yeah, well, I haven't said yes. And aside from it making you happy to watch I don't see why I should. And by the way, what does Randy think of this?"

"Randy doesn't mind as long as he gets to watch too."

"What!? Forget it!" I exclaimed, sitting up.

"It's all arranged!" he said.

"Well, you can unarranged it! I never said anything about putting on a show for Randy! I didn't even say I'd agree to a threesome!"

"You're my bitch."

"Kiss my ass with that bitch, stuff!" I said, kicking at him with my bare foot so he almost fell off the edge of the bed.

"Hey!"

"You asshole!"

"You better learn to respect your man, baby!"

"Man? Phht!" I said, pushing at him with my foot again.

He grabbed at my ankle again to drag me toward the edge of the bed and I squealed and tried to pull free because sure as heck he was gonna smack my butt again! Which he did! Then we wrestled some, which I admit wasn't exactly unpleasant, before he pinned my arms down and kind of straddled me.

He leaned in and started kissing me, which he was very good at. And which I appreciated. He was trying to be nice and turn me on, sliding his hands up and down my body, but he wasn't exactly nimble with his hands if you catch my drift. Which is odd for an electrician. You'd think since they worked with their hands all day, they'd be better.

Then he pinned both my wrists together above my head with one big hand and used the other to massage my breast. I had spent some time explaining to him how to do that so it didn't hurt, and had mostly weaned him off using my boobs like squeeze toys. And now he was actually trying so he could persuade me, so he was being gentler.

And then out of nowhere he reaches above me and does something, and I feel something wrapping around my wrists. I twisted and turned my head, trying to see what he was up to, and felt it closing tightly around my wrists. It felt like some kind of thick cord!

"Wh... what are you doing?!" I exclaimed.

"Taking control, baby!" he said.

"What the fuck does that mean?! Eric!"

He had tied my wrists together and tied them to the head post above me! With that done he sat up, leering down at me, then kneaded my breasts as I pulled experimentally against the cord.

"You're my sex slave!" he said with a broad grin.

"In your dreams!" I replied.

But I did feel the start of something intriguing, something exciting. Especially since he slid back and then began to suck and lick on my nipples the way I'd taught him. Then he worked his way down my smooth, flat belly and abdomen. He gripped my legs in big, rough hands and yanked them wide apart, and that excited me again!

Then he started to lick his way lower! He ran his tongue up and down along the line of my naked little pussy, held his forearms down against my thighs, then let his fingers spread me open.

"What have we got here? A nice, hungry little pussy?"

He licked at my clitoris, and I felt a dark rush of pleasure sweep up my body. Then he caught it between his lips and started to suck. He sucked too hard so it was uncomfortable, but it was the thought that counted. I gasped as two big fingers pushed into me, then he licked at my clitoris with hard fast licks as he drove them deeper and deeper.

"Pervert!" I gasped. "Untie me!"

"Sex slaves need to obey their masters," he said, licking my clitoris again.

I was feeling that heat growing, feeling a low passion surging up through my body. It wasn't that he was so good at oral sex by any means. There was just something wicked and edgy about this. And I mean being tied up like I was.

He pulled up and back, then, and rolled out of bed. He grabbed my left ankle, which was already wide, and pulled it wider, then pulled up a rope he'd tied to the corner bedpost and wrapped it around my ankle!

"What are you doing!?" I gasped.

"Pinning you down so I can make you scream."

He drew the rope under the bed and up the other side, and I kind of halfheartedly fought to keep my right ankle away from him but he quickly grabbed it and pulled it wide, then tied it down.

I was firmly tied spreadeagle on the bed and I felt suddenly shy at how obscenely displayed I was!

"On second thought, I better not have you screaming too much or the neighbors will complain."

"More like I'll be yawning in boredom!" I said.

He snorted and then took some wide black tape, tore a strip off, and put it over my mouth! I stared up at him in astonishment and he grinned back down.

"Sex slave!" he said with a leer.

He went to his dresser and opened a drawer, then came back with something.

"Got this for you."

He crawled into bed between my splayed legs and held up what had to be a sex toy. It was purple and pink and orange, long and thick, and it had a kind of curved stub near the base. He pushed his tongue out at me, then twisted a button on the base and it started to buzz.

A vibrator! He'd bought a vibrator!? That was so unlike him!

I twisted and writhed in place but he just smirked and then pressed it against my clitoris.

Woah! I really squealed at that and that made him laugh again as he rubbed it from side to side across my clitoris. It felt... overpowering! Actually uncomfortable! Fortunately, he quickly pulled it away so he could push it down into my body. Used to his thick girth, it wasn't too difficult to take the vibrator, and I felt further excitement as it pushed deeper inside me.

The whole thing was buzzing, vibrating. And even if it wasn't directly touching my clit, well, there was just a little bit of flesh there at the front of my pussy that divided it from where my clitoris was. So, I was feeling those vibrations anyway, just a bit less harsh.

And that made me really want to grind my hips at him!

"I wonder how many times I can make you come!" he said.

If I hadn't had my mouth taped, I would have said none. Though he had, in fact, made me come a few times. Almost by accident, to be honest.

But I thought he might actually be able to do it tonight because I was really getting turned on!

He ran his other hand possessively up and down my legs and thighs, then up my body. Meanwhile, he was pumping and twisting the vibrator, driving it deeper and deeper until it was finally almost fully buried in my body. That brought the curved stub up and in to press down on my clitoris and I gasped and jerked.

"Like that, eh? Hot little bitch," he growled.

He roughly squeezed one of my breasts with his free hand and I did nothing to correct him. Because for some reason his roughness now, his... possessiveness, the way he was pretending he owned me, somehow that was contributing to the growing heat inside me.

He pumped the vibrator, then pressed it in deeply again and leered at me. Then he reached across to the side table and pulled out a roll of electrical tape. This was thinner than what he'd put over my mouth. He pulled out a long strip, taped it to one thigh, then drew it across me and across the base of the vibrator before taping the other side against my other thigh.

Then he rolled off me and leered again like he'd just attached a magical device that was going to drive me crazy with excitement.

In fact, I was getting very excited, but it wasn't the vibrator - or mostly not the vibrator. It was this being tied up and helpless, being his prisoner, being his sex slave! That was wicked and kinky and hot and unfamiliar! And the vibrator was adding to that, especially as I started to get used to it.

The vibrations were still a little uncomfortable but they were setting my flesh to kind of quivering in tandem and sending sensations up through my spine so that my chest rose and fell faster and faster.

"Now I can do anything I want to you," he said in a voice that should have been accompanied by twirling his wax-tipped mustache. Except he didn't have a mustache.

I glared at him, but it was hard to pretend this wasn't having an effect on me.

"Maybe I'll sell you to some Arab slaver. I bet you'd bring a lot of money."

He sat down on the edge of the bed and ran his hand over my body again, doing it carelessly, as if he didn't have to worry about my objecting. Which was true enough given I was tied up and gagged. Then he leaned in and started to suck and lick and chew on my nipples as his free hand slid down to kind of grind the stub of the vibrator against me more.

I could feel the vibrations resonating up through my body. It was making me feel like there was an energy inside me, building up more and more. It was making me want to move, to twist. What it really made me want, though, was for him to stuff his big cock into me and fuck me hard! And I didn't care if that hurt, either!

And then there was a knock at the front door. He grinned and stood up, then pulled his pants on as I started to feel a sense of alarm. Who the fuck was there?! I pulled against the cords above me and He just leered down at me.

"Don't worry, babe. It's only about ten of my friends. They're gonna come back here and gangbang you."

The words sent a dark tension through my mind but I didn't really think he was serious. Not because I was under any illusion he would mind watching something like that. But he wouldn't want it known that his girlfriend had been fucked by a bunch of guys. It would look bad on him.

He disappeared and I twisted and writhed and pulled against the cords and rope, afraid he'd bring whoever it was back here and they'd see me like this! It wasn't exactly a very dignified position, after all!