Postby Sacrificiallove » Fri Sep 28, 2012 5:53 pm
All right, here's part four. And there will actually be a part five too.
Claire left me tied up and gagged on her bed for at least an hour. It was pretty cruel. I struggled and wriggled in the bonds, but I couldn’t get loose. The initial excitement at the situation, even after she left, completely went away. Finally, I let out muffled screams.
Claire came back in. “So, is your penis back to its normal size?” She looked down and smiled. “Good, it is.”
She came over to me and undid my gag. “Claire, I couldn’t help my sexual hormones. I mean, I’m only seventeen. My hormones run rampant.”
“Well, I’m eighteen and I can keep my hormones in check.”
“But you’re a girl. It’s different.”
She shook her head. “Yeah, sure it is,” she said sarcastically. Then she untied me. “I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” She went off, and I suddenly had a bright idea. If she agreed to it, it might be fun. There would be no way I could force her into it; not only would it be cruel, but she’d kick my butt.
Claire came back in and I gave her an evil grin. “Hey, is there any chance I could…..uh….tie you up?”
Claire’s eyes widened. “Oh, heck no. There’s no way.”
“Oh come on, it’s not like I’m going to leave you alone and helpless for the whole time. I stay with you.” I grinned evilly again.
“Oh, you being here will make me feel so much better.” She rolled her eyes. “Carter, there’s no way in heck I’m letting you do this.”
“Oh, come on! Please?”
Claire looked down and sighed. She looked back up at me and her eyes pierced me. “All right, fine, but I swear, Carter, if you try to take advantage of the situation and you have sex with me, it’s rape. I’m not consenting to it and I won’t even allow you. I will escape and I will kick you out of my house. Do you understand me?”
I nodded. “I would never do that, Claire. But since you made me strip down to my underwear, will you do the same for me?” I knew I was taking a gamble, but I had to ask.
She looked at me, horrified. She kept shaking her head, but finally she said, “Fine. But you better keep you penis in check, do you hear me?”
“Yeah, I will.”
She stripped down to her underwear. She was wearing a sports bra and booty shorts under her loose fitting clothes. The bra didn’t show her cleavage, which was disappointing. Maybe it was better that way, though, because my penis would take on a mind of its own if I saw her cleavage. However, her abs, biceps, and leg and calf muscles were quite sexy. I never realized that buff women were such a turn-on. Oh no, there was that penis probably again.
Claire came over to me, and I told her to turn around. I reached up to her mouth, which was a feat in and of itself, and covered it. “Okay, don’t scream, Claire. I’m kidnapping you.” I tried to knock her legs out from under her, but she tense up. “Oh come on, Claire. You have to let me kidnap you, cause there’s no way I can overpower you.”
Finally, she submitted and let me push her to the ground. I grabbed her wrists and placed them behind her back. Then I tied them. Next were her ankles. And then I cinched the rope around her ankles and tied them to her wrists. Next was the gag.
“Oh, come on, Carter. Do you really have to gag me?”
“You gagged me.”
“But Carter—mphh,” she said as I shoved the scarf in her mouth and knotted it at the back of her head.
“All right, let’s see if I can pick you up.” Claire groaned, and I tried to lift her. It wasn’t working though. I sighed. “Okay, I’m going to get you out of the hogtie and let you hop over there.”
Claire rolled her eyes. I undid the hogtie and helped her back up. She hopped over to the bed and I pushed her onto her side. Then I went around to the other side of the bed. Claire tilted her head downwards and averted her gaze from me. I took her chin and for some reason she let me push her head back up. I took another gamble and touched her upper chest, where her somewhat manly pecks were. She shivered and moaned, but didn’t recoil. I skipped over her breasts and ran my hand over her abs. I skipped over her pubic area as well and felt of her thigh and calf muscles. I also pinched her biceps. “You’re quite muscular.” I caressed her face and ran my fingers through her hair. “Is there any chance you’ve changed your mind?”
She looked down and I could tell she was battling with herself. She wanted it, but she just wouldn’t let me. She looked back up and me and shook her head. “Nphh.”
I turned away from her and looked at the ceiling. “Are you like, a Christian or something?” I looked at her. She nodded.
I took her gag out. “Are you going to untie me now?” she asked.
“No,” I said. She groaned. “I’m going to keep you this way until you tell me why you turned yourself into a crazy fighting machine, and also why you almost sacrificed your life to save me.”
Claire started wriggling. “Oh now, we’re not going there. I’m going to get out of this and you’re going to leave.”
I just shook my head. “I know how to tie knots, Claire. Apparently so do you. You won’t get out of it.”
She kept trying anyway, but to no avail. “Ugh, I feel like such a damsel in distress!”
“You agreed to this, Claire,” I said. “You’re not a damsel in distress since you agreed to it.”
“Carter, just let me g—” I covered her mouth.
“Claire, just answer the freaking questions, okay?” My hand was still over her mouth. She looked down at it, then gave me an angry look. “Claire, just nod or shake, but do realize I’m not letting you go until you answer my questions.”
She finally nodded her head. I let go of her mouth.
“Carter, when I was younger….ugh, this is hard to talk about.” She looked away from me. “Carter, are you really not going to let me go until I tell you?”
“No, I’m not letting you go until you tell me. So continue.” She groaned. “When you were younger…..” I prompted.
She sighed. “When I was ten years old, my mother died. After that, my dad started drinking. He would beat my younger brother and me. When I was twelve, I had had enough. He had beaten my brother black and blue while I was out. I couldn’t stand seeing him hurt. My dad took a swing at him, but I caught his punch. I kicked him in the balls. I know that was low, but I wasn’t strong enough yet to fight fair. That night, he took me into his bedroom and whipped my butt with a belt. I didn’t so much care about that; I just wanted him to stop hurting my little brother. So I worked very hard to get as strong as possible. And one day, when he was beating my brother, I hurt him so badly that he had to go to the hospital with a broken rib, nose, arm, and leg. And I damaged his lungs. He was coughing up blood. My brother and I told the police our story, and he went to jail. That’s the story.”
“But you told me your parents weren’t home. You don’t even have parents anymore.”
“No, I don’t. I lied to you. I’m sorry, Carter. It’s my brother that’s not home.”
“But who takes care of you guys?”
“I do. I work as a weight trainer in my spare time. It pays the bills.” She swallowed and I saw her eyes start to get misty. “Ugh, I hate crying!”
“It’s okay to cry,” I said.
“No it’s not.” The mist went away. “I feel so bad for what I did to my dad, even though he deserved it. He almost died because of me. I always wish that I could have handled it a different way. And then I actually take someone’s life. That’s even worse. I hate myself for doing that.” She looked extremely sad, but she wasn’t crying.
“Claire, I’m so sorry. And once again, you did what you had to do. In both situations.”
“Will you let me go now?”
“You still haven’t answered my question. Why did you risk your life for me?”
“Carter, I would do that for just about anyone. I can’t just stand around and let someone die when I could do something about it.”
I nodded. “Well, thank you, Claire. But please, if there’s a next time, try not to get hurt so badly.”
“But I had to get hurt in order to save your life.”
“I know, but hopefully, if there’s a next time, you won’t have to.”
“Okay, well, will you free me now?”
“One more thing, my poor, muscular, captive.” I leaned into her and kissed her. At first she tensed up and didn’t kiss back, but finally she did. I pulled away. “You can’t tell me you didn’t like that?”
“Carter, I’ll be honest, I did,” she whispered.
“Claire, will you go out with me?” I asked.
“If I say no, will you keep me your captive until I relent?”
“No, I’ll let you go, but you can’t just put me off and not give me answer. If you say not right now, that’s okay, but don’t say you don’t know.”
She looked down again and closed her eyes. I thought, but I wasn’t sure, that she was praying. Finally, she opened them, sighed, and looked into my eyes. “Fine. I’ll go out with you. Now untie me already.”
Finally, I let her go. I asked her if I could spend the night.
“Well, my brother, his name is Peter, won’t is sleeping over at his friend’s house, so yeah, I suppose you can.”
“And can we sleep in the same bed? In our underwear?”
“Sure, why the heck not? I’ve already committed a whole bunch of sins today anyway. What’s one more?”
“I don’t think having a guy in your bed is a sin. Sex before marriage is, but not just literally sleeping with a guy.”
“Whatever,” she said. She turned away from me. I felt of her back muscles and she shivered. Then I put my arms around her and placed my hands on her abs. She tensed up again, but after a minute or so, she stroked my arm.
“Claire, I love you,” I whispered in her ear.
She didn’t say anything for a while, and I took that to mean she didn’t. But she surprised me. “I love you too, Carter.”
I smiled and fell asleep.