## Boundgal's New Situation, Revised (MMM/F)

Post by Jason Toddman » Mon Sep 13, 2010 12:22 pm

Boundgal has told me, rather belatedly, that she likes being tied by guys more than by girls and has asked me to change this story accordingly. So much for my branching out into stories about all females instead of all males. Oh well, half a loaf is better than none (or a quarter loaf, since its one female versus three males). So here is her story again (I left the other thread thread intact for those who prefer all females) and have made her captors all males. Further installments of this story will be continued on this thread.
Again I would like to thank Markusthe1st for allowing me to use portions of his story Aunt Teri: Substitute Den Mother to describe Boundgal getting, well, bound. His descriptions are told far more skillfully than I could have told it by myself. Half of this first chapter is as much his story as it is mine.
BOUNDGALâ€™S NEW SITUATION
CHAPTER 1
With a nickname like Boundgal, she should have known that something like this would happen sooner or later.
It all began when she went to University, and to help make ends meet she shared a unit in a two-unit house with another a boy her own age that she didnâ€™t know. It was a very nice apartment, and the boy she had as her roommate was friendly and nice to her right from the start. He even shared her tastes in dresses, being a fashion designer.
The two guys in the other apartment were also nice to her, though they bickered with each other on occasion. They were all tall, handsome, athletic, intelligent, and fun-loving. Unknown to Boundgal, they were also brothers, quite wealthy, and owned not only this house but also their own cottage in the countryside where they spent their summers, holidays, and weekends. Most of all, these three were secretly into TuGs themselves. More than TuGs; they were into serious bondage - and were looking for just the right girl that they could take home to their cottage and keep as their slave.
Jason aka J.T. (21) and Shane aka Cricks (19) â€“ the two guys in the other apartment - already had one slave each of their own (currently residing at the cottage out of sight and keeping the place clean), and now it was time for Nick aka Nuclearo aka Nuke (18) to capture and train a slave of his own. When Boundgal came to interview for sharing the room, she easily beat out twelve other competitors. The first moment Nuke saw her, he knew that Boundgal was the one she had to have as her very own slave.
Nuke wasnâ€™t sure at first just how to go about securing Boundgal for transportation to the cottage without undue noise or fuss however. Even with help from his brothers, simply ganging up on her and subduing her would not be practical in this urban neighborhood; someone in the next building would be sure to hear the commotion and either investigate or call the police. But it was not long at all before the perfect opportunity presented itself.
Late one night Nuke was unable to sleep thinking about how to quietly subdue Boundgal (or BG as she was usually called) and, restless, got up to get a drink of water. He passed the door leading into BGâ€™s room and noticed that it was ajar. The only light coming out through the space between the door and the threshold was evidently BGâ€™s computer screen. Curious, Nuke silently crept up to the door and took a quick peek inside the room to see what BG was up to, and Nuke got quite an eyeful!
A half-dressed BG was accessing a bondage website and, judging by what else she was doing at the time, she was quite thoroughly enjoying what she saw. So was Nuke, for that matter, and he gave a little gasp of surprise before he could stop himself.
BG looked around â€“ dismay clearly written all over her face â€“ and she belatedly clicked the mouse to place a more innocuous scene on the monitor. BG looked troubled and was obviously fumbling for a way to explain what Nuke just saw. But Nuke was the first to recover his wits and he immediately acted to put BG at ease.
â€œWow! Youâ€™re into tie-up games too?â€ he asked BG with the same tone of voice as he would on discovering that they were both fans of the same rock star.
â€œErrâ€¦ uhâ€¦ yeah, I am,â€ replied BG, flabbergasted. Nuke was into TuGs? Who knew? He seemed fun and open-minded; butâ€¦ really, sheâ€™d had no clue at all that a guy like Nuke would be even remotely interested in such things. â€œYou mean *you* are?â€ was all else BG could think of to say.
â€œOh yes,â€ replied Nuke. â€œI *love* being tied up and tying other people up. Wow! If only Iâ€™d known you liked tie-up games yourself sooner! Say, do you suppose we could have a tie-up game together sometime soon?â€ Nuke put all the hopefulness he felt into that last, hoping that BG would make it easier for him.
She did! â€œSure, how about right now?â€ said BG. â€œYou want to start, or shall I?â€
Nuke thought fast. If he showed too much eagerness to tie BG up, it might put her off. At the same time, he didnâ€™t really want to be tied up at all (at least, not right now!); he wanted to do all the tying tonight. But how could he keep BG from getting suspicious? Ah, he had the perfect solution!
â€œLetâ€™s play scissors, paper, rock,â€ he suggested. Nuke knew that this gave him a50-50 chance of losing, but he was willing to take the risk of being tied for a while first if it meant he could get his own chance to tie up BG without facing any resistance.
BG was agreeable and they played. The first two attempts were a draw, but on the third go Nuke showed scissors to BGâ€™s paper and victory was in his hands. BG seemed almost as happy about Nukeâ€™s victory as Nuke himself, and she even dug out her own bondage supplies out of her closet for Nuke to use on her.
Nuke had BG sit back in her chair and put her hands behind her and the chair back. Nuke quickly grabbed a coil of rope about ten feet long and wrapped it around BGâ€™s wrists, tied it off, and cinched it with a square knot between her wrists. The last tug of the knot seemed to make the rope snugger than BG expected, but it wasn't painful at all.
"Iâ€™m still a bit new at this. Can you get free?â€ Nuke asked his willing (and gullible) victim with a disarmingly charming smile. He was lying about being new at this, of course; Nuke had been securely tying up other girls â€“ and boys too - since he was 7! About the same time he started preferring wearing girlâ€™s dresses to boyâ€™s clothes.
BG pulled against the ropes in an effort to get free. Twisting her wrists, opening and closing her fists, and some aggressive tugging left her hands just as tightly bound as ever. â€œNope,â€ she finally replied with a smile of her own. She was glad too; TuGs are no fun if the person doing the tying isnâ€™t good at what theyâ€™re doing.
Nuke took another rope and got down on one knee beside BG. Nuke started tying his victimâ€™s ankles, wrapping and cinching them tightly together, and also tying them to the bottom rung of the chair. When Nuke pulled the final knot tight, he stepped back and asked BG to try to get loose from that as well.
BG started shaking and moving her legs in an effort to test how well her ankles were bound. It only took a few seconds for her to realize they were tied as thoroughly as her wrists, and also to the chair.
Nuke watched as she struggled briefly before he casually reached for another length of rope and started on BGâ€™s legs. He wrapped it around BGâ€™s lower thighs, just above her knees. Looking down BG realized just how short her dress was and just how much it had hiked up her legs. She was glad it was just Nuc- it was like it was just another girl tying her up and not a macho-type guy who might get unwelcome thoughts floating around inside his head! Even so, BG was glad that Nuke had tied her feet together. Had Nuke tied each ankle separately to a chair leg, it would have left BG wide open and that would have been a bit embarrassing with such a short skirt on. When sheâ€™d put it on, she never expected to get all tied up in it. At this point, as tightly tied as she was already, there was no way she could adjust her clothing. At least her halter-style top was still in good shape.
Nuke wrapped the rope around and between BGâ€™s thighs, cinching it and tightening the square knot and her legs with a slow-but-final pull of the rope ends. The ropes were tight, but not too tight - just very securely tied.
BG was starting to feel pretty helpless... and loving every moment of it.
"Is that too tight?" Nuke asked BG. He tried to slide his fingers between the coils of rope and BGâ€™s thighs, but could barely do so.
"It's snug," BG said, "but not any tighter than the rest of the ropes." With Nukeâ€™s hands so close to BG and touching her thighs, she was again reminded of how helpless and vulnerable she was. Thank goodness this was only an innocent Tug with someone almost as good as a fellow girl and not a dangerous situation with a sex-hungry stranger!
"Good. I don't want to cut off your circulation," said Nuke as he took another, much longer piece of rope and started wrapping it around BGâ€™s upper body. Nuke made what looked like a lasso at first, and placed/cinched it around her, just below her breasts, around her arms. Taking the end and tightening it lasso-style pinned BGâ€™s arms by her sides, making it much harder for her to move.
Nuke took the loose end and wrapped it around BG, above and below her breasts, lining it up neatly and tugging it tighter every now and then to keep it taught against her clothes and skin. BG could feel her top stretching with each wrap of the rope and her breasts sticking out just a bit more as Nuke continued tying her. At one point Nuke threaded the rope in between BGâ€™s upper arm and body, but under the lowest coil beneath her breasts. Nuke then brought it around the front, wrapping it up and around the back of BGâ€™s neck, then down the front and passed it between her arm and body on the other side.
The way Nuke wrapped it had the effect of tightening BGâ€™s upper body all at once, making her feel even more helplessly bound. With the last couple feet, Nuke ran a line from behind BGâ€™s back, just to the side of her neck, threaded it through the ropes in front wrapping her just below her breasts, and back over the other side, tying it off behind her. BG couldn't remember if she had ever been tied like this before - from her perspective it looked a little like a rope bikini. With no mirrors in the room, at best she could catch a distorted glimpse of herself all tied up in the reflection of the computer monitor.
For a few moments, BG tested all of the ropes binding her - first her wrists; which she could only move a little, because Nuke had not only tied them tightly together, but also to the ropes binding her breasts and upper body together. Next she tried to free her ankles, but the combination of her bound knees and the ropes tying her ankles to the bottom of the chair made it nearly impossible to move her feet to struggle, let alone free herself.
Meanwhile Nuke had picked up a scarf and approached BG with it. "Open up," he said, stepping behind BG with the scarf neatly rolled and slipping it over her head and between her lips. A knot in the center forced BGâ€™s mouth open, making her bite down on the knot while Nuke tied it off behind her neck. A few "Muurrrmpphs" from BG tested the gag and found it pretty effective. With a knot tied tightly in her mouth, she could not make effective words at all.
BG was rather surprised at how efficiently Nuke was restraining her. She had been tied many times in her brief life by various friends, but never as efficiently as *this*! It was so exciting to be rendered so helpless!
Suddenly Nuke walked over and wrapped another scarf around BGâ€™s eyes, blindfolding her. Nuke then took another rope and tied it around BGâ€™s wrists, wrapping it around her waist, then down over the tops of her thighs, securing her to the chair. He was quite methodical; keeping the rope taught and lined up on every new wrap. Nuke finished by tying a loop under the chair from BGâ€™s upper thighs to the rope binding her knees, then tying it off behind her.
Once Nuke finished tying this last piece of rope, BG tried again to move against and test her bonds. Nukeâ€™s rope-work effectively and securely tied BG to the chair. Before, she was securely tied up, even gagged and blindfolded, but aside from her ankles, the rest of her wasn't tied to the chair. Even the fancy way that Nuke tied BGâ€™s upper body and breasts had still not thoroughly lashed her to the chair like she was now. Anything more than very mild struggling had her tipping the chair around. Nukeâ€™s tying skills were near perfect: tight, but not too tight; immobilizing, yet safe. BG could barely move her wrists enough to struggle, yet there was no feeling that her circulation was in trouble at all. The same went for the rest of her - she only hoped there would be no rope marks once she was set free.
It seemed awfully quiet and BG couldn't discern whether it was just the gag and blindfold cutting her off from civilization or if Nuke had just left her alone, tightly bound, gagged, and blindfolded to a chair in her bedroom. Any of her attempts at trying to struggle free pretty much left her more tired and fairly certain that her clothes were even more dishevelled than when they started.
As BG sat there, suddenly someone started pulling at the ropes wrapped around her waist and upper thighs. She tried to say something, but it just came out as a muted grunt. Instinctively she turned to look behind her, but the blindfold made it impossible to see anything - or anyone. Why wasnâ€™t Nuke saying anything?
She felt the knot give, and shortly after, the ropes easing up on her waist. Another pair of hands was at work, tugging at the knots tying her ankles. BG was amazed; someone else was I here besides her and Nuke? She felt her ankles break free from the bottom rung of the chair, but why were they still tied together? She was no longer tied to the chair, but still thoroughly bound.
She felt a hand grasp her upper arm on the right, then another pair of hands on the left. Damn blindfold! Who was it? Of course she knew it had to be Nuke, and probably either Jason or Shane; but they weren't saying anything and her protests were going unanswered.
The hands worked together, lifting BG off the chair and navigating her bound wrists and upper body over the chair's back. Wobbly-legged, she was eased into a standing position. Her bound ankles and knees made a simple task like standing still close to impossible - she was thankful for the hands keeping her steady. But what were they up to?
She felt another piece of rope being wrapped around her torso, and around her wrists. Dammit, they were just replacing the rope the tied her to the chair with! Around and around it went, pinning her wrists to her body, just as the ropes around her chest did to her arms. With a slight pull, she felt whoever it was tying it off in front of her, at waist-level.
"Murrumpphh..." BG tried to yell out and get their attention, as the hands were now tugging her, guiding her to move forward. She teetered off balance, and at the last minute hopped forward to keep from falling. They were moving her! Gentle pressure guided her to the right as she hopped along, trying to maintain her balance. She could feel herself bending forward as she hopped along. Within a few seconds she stopped as the hands guided her to turn around, and then led her backwards as the backs of her heels stopped against something solid.
With a gentle push she sat back, onto what she was certain was the sofa. What were they up to now?
"One more piece of rope to go," Shane said, breaking the silence.
"Mmmuummmhh...mummuuhhph," BG answered back.
"I thought you would be more comfy on the couch," said Jason. Good Lord; both of the other guys were in here, helping Nuke to bind her even more securely.
"Hurrummph... mummumpph." BG said, talking through her gag back at Jason. She expected Jason to take off her gag, but she just ignored her. BG felt her tying another piece of rope between her ankles and pulling it tight around the rope that cinched them together. The same hands that guided her over to the couch were now pushing her shoulder back and to the side, while Nuke pulled on the new section of rope, lifting her ankles onto the sofa. Before she realized what was happening, she was lying on her side facing the back of the sofa.
She had to bend her knees a little to fit, and when she did, Nuke pulled on the rope, bringing her ankles closer to her wrists. With a slow but firm pull, she drew her ankles even closer and tied the other end of the rope to the one binding her wrists to her waist.
BG knew this feeling, and even more, the position it was called. Her friends had tied her like this before; as she got older it was one of their favorite ways to restrain her. Plain and simple, she was hogtied now. Nuke had completely tied her into submission.
BG was in great shape and very flexible. The hogtie, while fairly stringent, left about a foot of rope between her wrists and ankles, leaving her a little room to move. For most women, this position alone would be pretty immobilizing. For BG, she could still move by drawing her ankles even closer to her wrists.
Just then, she felt a pair of hands grab her upper arms and lift her up while another pair of hands grabbed her legs. BG felt herself carried off the couch and eased gently down to the floorâ€¦ no, not the floor, but on a stretcher of some kind. WTF?
â€œâ€Hang on and enjoy the ride, BG!â€ she heard Nukeâ€™s voice call to her as the stretcher was abruptly lifted up and carried away.
Suddenly BG was frightened; what in hell was going on? Where were they taking her?
Although she could not see, BG soon realized from the feel of a gentle breeze upon her skin that she was being carried out the back doorway and into the yard. Not far into the yard however, for suddenly instead of swinging in mid-air she felt and heard the stretcher beneath her sliding along a metal floor. With a shock she was being placed inside the back of Jasonâ€™s minivan!
She felt and heard someone climbing in the back of the van with her, and then the vanâ€™s doors being closed shut. BG made noise through her gag, trying to inquire what was going on.
â€œTake it easy, honey,â€ BG heard Nukeâ€™s voice tell her soothingly. â€œWeâ€™re just taking you to your new home. The two of us are going to be together for the rest of our lives.â€
BG wasnâ€™t sure whether this made her feel betterâ€¦ or worse!
TBC
Last edited by Jason Toddman on Sat Sep 18, 2010 8:35 am, edited 2 times in total.
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### Re: Boundgal's New Situation, Revised (MMM/F)

Post by Boundgal08 » Thu Sep 16, 2010 4:30 am

Very nice indeed JT! where's the next bit!
BOUNDGIRL!
Probably the kinkiest woman you will ever meet!
I am a switch, I like to put a man in ropes and also have a man put me in ropes!
I am the 'Queen of bondage'

### Re: Boundgal's New Situation, Revised (MMM/F)

Post by Jason Toddman » Sat Sep 18, 2010 11:53 am

Here you go BG. Sorry for the delay. BTW when are you going to continue *your* story?
CHAPTER 2
BG still wasnâ€™t sure whether she felt good about this situation during the hour-long ride that followed her capture. Her blindfold had been removed, but she still could not see much during the ride. She could not talk any better than she could see either â€“ but she could hear Nuke as began to talk about himself and his plans for her; and she could feel as he gently stroked the soles of her bare feet in a tickling sort of way as he talked. She writhed and giggled and was too busy trying (vainly) to keep her feet from being tickled to really pay attention to anything Nuke said to her however.
She could see more when they stopped the minivan and opened the door to carry her out however. She found herself being carried to the interior of a well-lit house â€“ more like a small mansion or a very large cottage, really â€“ by her three silent captors. BG just had time to notice that this was a private estate with no neighboring houses close enough for her to see (at least, no lights were showing) before she was whisked inside the house through the back entrance.
The four of them were greeted by five other people. Zane V. was (at 23) the oldest brother of Jason, Cricks, and Nuke and seemed to be a stern and forbidding figure who did not talk much â€“ but one youâ€™d better listen o when he *did* speak. The next two were both young women like BG herself â€“ Natalie (aka Naughtynats), who was 20 and Sue (aka Sue Struggles), who was 22. Both of these women wore extremely skimpy maid outfits that covered little more of their bodies than the fetters (heavy steel handcuffs and hobbles connected with a heavy length of chain) and the gags that they wore did. They also sported very short haircuts; like males who had just entered military boot camp.
The next person was more of a surprise. He was a mere boy, perhaps 16 years of age, not too tall and slightly built. He wore a bright pink set of Speedos and fetters even more ponderous than the two women wore. He also had a military style crew-cut, and he was apparently also a slave, although BG didnâ€™t know yet whose. He was introduced as Ethan (aka Barefoot Ethan).
The last person was a boy even younger than Ethan, but it was quickly apparent that he was no slave. He seemed to be only 10 years of age because of his size, face, and hyper-activeness, but he proved to be almost 15. He was dressed in the same kind of fancy clothing that Zane V., Jason, Cricks, and Nuke all wore; and in fact turned out to be their youngest brother. His name was Chris the 12th.
Introductions were quickly made and then BG was given over to the care of the three servants under Nukeâ€™s personal supervision while all the others (including Jason and Cricks â€“ also, she now found out, known as Cricks the 5th) went to bed. BG tried to protest as Nats, Sue, and Ethan carried her away from the kitchen (where she had arrived) through a hallway to a different room. This room was lit by a small candle and spartanly furnished with a stool, a small dresser drawer, and a small wooden bed. She tried to protest even harder when she noticed that she was being carried directly toward the only other furnishing in the room besides these: a St. Andrews Cross!
The three slaves held BG down while Nuke freed her from her hogtie, placed leather-padded steel cuffs on her wrists and ankles, padlocked larger leather straps upon her upper arms and thighs, two more vertically around her shoulders and under her arms, and wrapped three wide, heavy leather belts around her body. Then, before untying her rope bonds Nuke had tied her with previously, the three servants lifted BG up off the floor and placed her against the cross. They stood her on a small raised platform for her feet while Nuke quickly and efficiently secured her one strap at a time. Once she was securely fastened to the cross, all her original rope ties were finally removed from her body.
Nuke gave a still-gagged BG a fond pat on the cheek and then stepped out of the room; leaving BG with the other three slaves. These three apparently had been given orders about her previously, because they now proceeded to carry on other duties without a word. One of them took a set of scissors and completely cut away all of BGâ€™s clothing â€“ leaving her completely naked until another fitted the skimpiest bikini imaginable upon her in place of her original clothing.
This wasnâ€™t as bad as what happened next. BG was shaved. Everywhere! The hair on her head first of all, but also her legs, armpits, and even her pubes â€“ all gone. Then the three of them got buckets of soapy water, scrub brushes, and sponges and thoroughly washed her body from head to toe and front to back as much as her being bound to the cross would allow. Only after this was the aforementioned bikini placed upon her. And in all this time none of them said one word to her despite all her muffled attempts to call to them through her gag.
Once they were finished with BG, they walked out of the room (taking the single candle that provided light with them) and closed the door. The last thing BG heard for a long while was the rattle of the door being locked from the outside and then the clinking of the other slavesâ€™ chains as they walked away down the hall.
BG experimented with her bonds, but they were so secure that getting free of her current predicament was completely out of the question. And so, resigned to the inevitable for now, she fell asleep right where she was.
BG awoke in the morning to the sound of the door to her room (prison cell?) noisily being unlocked. She looked up, to see the slave named Naughtynats walking in with a bowl of oatmeal and a glass of milk set on a small tray in her hands. She set the tray down and walked over to Boundgal to remove her gag. â€œYou may talk and ask me questions while I feed you,â€ the slave said to her softly. â€œI am instructed to guide and train you in your new tasks as Nukeâ€™s slave. Please make it easy for both of us and do not make trouble for me, okay?â€
â€œWhere *is* Nuke, anyway?â€ BG asked.
â€œHe went back to the cottage where you and they were staying, of course,â€ replied Nats as she took the bowl of oatmeal and began to spoon-feed the contents to BG. â€œAfter all, he has to go to classes, now doesnâ€™t he? He doesnâ€™t have time to train slaves, after all. Heâ€™s left it to us to do that.â€
â€œYouâ€™re his slave too?â€ BG asked; feeling a trifle let down.
â€œNo, heâ€™s all yours â€“ just as youâ€™re all his,â€ replied Nats. â€œI belong to Zane V., just as Sue belongs to Cricks the 5th. The rule is: one master; one slaveâ€¦ which leaves only young Chris without one of his own as heâ€™s too young yet. Of course, since he is here all the time he is not at school, he gets to lord it over us more than his three middle brothers do. Heâ€™ll probably give you more orders than Nuke does, by and largeâ€¦ though mostly minor stuff like wash his clothes for him, rather than anything â€“ ummm, important. He likes to play though â€“ things like Chess, I mean; not *that* kind of playâ€¦ though he *is* getting to that age, and with *your* looks, wellâ€¦ He may be more demanding of you at that than heâ€™s ever been to us, unless Zane V. keeps him in line.â€
BG was relieved by that, but even more relieved to know that she was â€“ nominally at least â€“ the only slave Nuke â€˜ownedâ€™.
â€œSo, are you saying that Jason has that other boy for a slave?â€ asked BG after she put two and two together in her head.
â€œYes, but itâ€™s not quite as bad as you think,â€ replied Nats. â€œEthan is not abused in any way, and Jason is ratherâ€¦ on the submissive side himself. We slaves know that when they are alone together itâ€™s Ethan who is the master rather than the slave. But Jasonâ€™s brothers do not know this, and Iâ€™d advise you not to tell them either; he would probably be banished from the family. Cricks one said something about Jason that got â€œhim* banned for a while; or at least that is what I have heard. Anyway, Jason is the nicest of the adult brothers, and tries to make it easier for all the slaves here and not just his own. Please do not do or say anything to anyone that could change that, okay?â€
Before BG could respond to this, there was an interruptionâ€¦
TBC
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
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### Re: Boundgal's New Situation, Revised (MMM/F)

Post by sarumansauron » Sat Sep 18, 2010 12:07 pm

That story promises to be hot. Thank you Jason!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Boundgal's New Situation, Revised (MMM/F)

Post by Chase Ricks » Sat Sep 18, 2010 12:22 pm

This time I am most glad to be a character Jason. I look forward to more exciting chapters like this one.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Re: Boundgal's New Situation, Revised (MMM/F)

Post by Jason Toddman » Tue Dec 14, 2010 7:11 am

Better late than never, Shane. I just hope I haven't lost too much time and momentum.
CHAPTER 3
Chris walked into the room, with a sly look on his face. The three girls looked at him in dismay, realizing that the boy must have overheard the conversation theyâ€™d just had.
â€œYou really should be careful about what you say about my brothers, slave,â€ Chris told Nats. â€œThat could get you into a lot of trouble. Donâ€™t worry, I wonâ€™t tell anyone what you said; I wouldnâ€™t want to get Jason in trouble either; I like him too much. But Jason might not like your spreading rumors around, so if you donâ€™t want me to tell him youâ€™d better behave. Now, the two of you scram! I want to talk to the new slave by myself. Iâ€™ll finish feeding her breakfast myself.â€
Nats and Sue hesitated.
â€œI said scram, if you donâ€™t want me telling Jason what you said about him!â€ Chris insisted a bit more loudly. â€œCome back inâ€¦ oh, say, an hour!â€
Although Chris was not even remotely physically imposing, he was the youngest brother of their masters, and so they left the room without another word â€“ leaving BG alone with the kid. Rather than pick up the bowl to resume feeding BG however, Chris got a digital camera out from his pants pocket and began taking pictures of her from various angles. He took at least thirty of them before he was satisfied and put his camera away; completely ignoring the astonished and angry glares that BG aimed in him.
Chris took up the bowl and resumed trying to spoon-feed her, but BG was too annoyed to take a bite of food served from this kidâ€™s hand. â€œAw, come on, cutie, whatâ€™s the matter?â€ asked Chris mildly. â€œItâ€™s just a few pictures. You know, youâ€™re really cute. Howâ€™d you like to be *my* slave instead of Nucâ€™s? You know, if I asked real nice, she might let me buy you from her. Or at least borrow you on some nights. Wouldnâ€™t you like to have *me* to take care of you instead of another girl?â€
BG decided sheâ€™d rather eat tree bark to being owned by this little brat; especially when she definitely preferred the ideas of Nuclearo being her master to either. But she didnâ€™t dare say what she had on her mind; not under these circumstances.
But Chris seemed oblivious to BGâ€™s discomfort. Putting the bowl of uneaten oatmeal back on the dresser top, he stood directly in front of her and looked up into her eyes. â€œYou know, youâ€™re really nice looking,â€ he told her. Then he abruptly grabbed a stool, pushed it close to the base of BGâ€™s cross, stood on it so that his eye level was above hers (rather than well below it), and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
BG wasnâ€™t sure what to do in this situation. She was secured to this thing, and a kid several years younger (and well over a foot shorter) than she was getting fresh with her!
Sure, he was cute â€“ but he was too young and too much smaller than she was to feel any reciprocal interest in him. She didnâ€™t dare risk making him angry by telling him to stop, but she certainly didnâ€™t want him to continue either.
Without warning, Chris began to tickle BGâ€™s ribs. She was so ticklish she was in helpless laughter and couldnâ€™t make an angry protest now even though she wanted to. Boundgal managed to gasp out the word â€˜stopâ€™ occasionally, but she was almost incoherent in her fits of uncontrollable laughter. Meanwhile, smiling all the while, Chris continued to tickle her ribs, and moved on up to her underarms.
â€œAhem!â€ sounded a deep voice from the doorway suddenly.
BG looked up for the first time since the tickling session began, and saw Chris looking away from her toward the source of the sound. Zane V. was standing there, flanked by Sue and Nats, and looking quite imposing and not at all pleased.
â€œChris, donâ€™t you think itâ€™s time you got ready for school now?â€ Zane asked in a voice that sounded a bit like Godâ€™s from the 1950â€™s movie The Ten Commandments.
Chris gulped nervously, nodded his head quickly, jumped off the stool, and ran past the three and on out the door.
Zane V. looked quickly at BG. â€œI know there wasnâ€™t much you could have done about that situation and I appreciate your patience,â€ he said to her. â€œThis is all new to you Iâ€™m sure, and you probably donâ€™t know whatâ€™s expected of you. Youâ€™ll learn. But one thing Iâ€™ll assure you of right now; the only people you have to obey are me and Nuclearo. No one else can give you orders unless Nuc or I say so. He has asked me and Shane to have our own slaves instruct you, and youâ€™d be best off to let them train you in your new duties. But unless I or Nulcearo tell you otherwise, donâ€™t let Chris take any liberties with you. If he touches you in any way you do not like again, tell me so and Iâ€™ll see to it that heâ€™s disciplined.â€
â€œUh, it was all right,â€ replied BG, deciding it would likely be best not to say anything that might make her any enemies in this household. â€œIâ€™m sure he was just beingâ€¦ friendly.â€
TBC

### Re: Boundgal's New Situation, Revised (MMM/F)

Post by Jason Toddman » Mon Dec 20, 2010 11:07 am

CHAPTER 4
Over the next few days until the weekend came, Boundgal was carefully instructed in the duties that would be expected of her when her master Nuclearo was away, and what more would likely be required of her when he was at home. Boundgal was especially looking forward to that â€˜what moreâ€™ part, and secretly hoped that Nuclearo would prove to be a hard and firm master!
The first sign that she was likely to be a bit disappointed was when Boundgal took a look at the inside of Nuclearoâ€™s closet, and saw more womenâ€™s clothing than she did menâ€™s. The clothing was well kept but not all brand new, some had evidently been wore before at least occasionally, and was of a size that would fit Nuclearo much better than it would fit Boundgal herself.
It was obvious that each of the brothers in this family had some kinks, except possibly the secretive and reclusive Zane V. Jason preferred boys to girls, Shane had a powerful foot fetish and was more interested in RPGs than TUGs, and evidently Nuclearo was a cross-dresser. So much for being owned by a manâ€™s man, Boundgal thought to herself with a small amount of regret. Still, maybe Nuclearo had a more macho side to him that she hadnâ€™t seen yet.
That weekend was not at all what she had imagined. When Nuclearo came home for the weekend with his brothers, he insisted on dressing in womanâ€™s clothing, addressed as â€˜Miss Nukeâ€™, and referred to with feminine rather than masculine pronouns (she, her and so on). It was like Boundgal had acquired a prim and bossy sister, and there was about as much intimacy between them as there was between her and the average houseplant.
Nuclearo *was* kind to her and pleasant enough company; but he was not quite what Boundgal was hoping for in a master. She began to wish she were free again, or had somehow been chosen by a different kidnapper.
She was unaware that she already had been.
Cricks the fifth had brought along a guest to visit for the weekend; a friend (and a fellow RP game-aholic) nicknamed Reaper. This individual was a tall, rugged, handsome felow with a dark somewhat saturnine appearance, and saw Boundgal Saturday morning while she was serving Nuclearo his breakfast at the kitchen table.
â€œYour, uhhh, sister has a new slave I see,â€ Reaper said to Cricks5 as he looked at her in sheer admiration. â€œDo you suppose heâ€™d be willing to sell her?â€
â€œYou already have several slaves,â€ Cricks5 pointed out. â€œPlus several more that youâ€™ve already worn out!â€
â€œOne can never have too many slaves,â€ mused Reaper quietly. â€œEspecially ones like *her*! I must have her for myself; one way or another!â€
Reaper offered Nuclearo a generous amount of money for his (or her) new slave, but Nuclearo was happy with his (or her) new acquisition and refused to part with Boundgal under any circumstances. Reaper increased his offer, finally reaching the staggering sum of 250,000 euros; but Nuclearo was adamant. He had gone to a lot of trouble to kidnap her and make her officially â€˜disappearâ€™ from all computerized records so that no one would ever look for her here, and he wasnâ€™t about to give it all up for mere money (he already had well over twenty times the amount of money Reaper offered, after all.
So that night Reaper called a few friends and arranged for them to sneak onto the estate at a certain time after everyone in the mansion was sound asleep. At three in the morning, he snuck downstairs and let his friends in through the servantâ€™s entrance. Together they crept into Nuclearoâ€™s room, gave him the standard chloroform treatment to keep him quiet, and handcuffed him (wearing his womenâ€™s lingerie) to his bed. Boundgal was already bound, blindfolded and gagged on top of her own bed, so for her it was a simple matter of picking her up and silently hauling her away. Boundgal felt herself being carried, but figured that Nuclearo was (finally) playing an interesting game with her and made no attempt to resist her new captors. Her kidnappers did not speak aloud for fear of rousing the rest of the house, and so Boundgal had no verbal clues to tell her anything was amiss until she was outside and placed gently inside the back of a van.
â€œWTF?!â€ Boundgal thought to herself. â€œWhere are they taking me now? Is Nuclearo so unhappy with me that heâ€™s actually taking me back to the rooming house he kidnapped me from in the first place?â€
Boundgal became more aware of her current situation when an unfamiliar male voice whispered into her ear, â€œYouâ€™re all mine now, honey!â€
And then the nipple clamps were placed on her; causing Boundgal to squeal!!!
TBC

### Re: Boundgal's New Situation, Revised (MMM/F)

Post by Jason Toddman » Fri Dec 24, 2010 2:10 pm

CHAPTER 5
When Boundgal reached her second new home of the semester (third, if you count the apartment she had shared with Nuclearo before being abducted the first time), she was put to work immediately. It was soon obvious that her new masterâ€™s idea of work was rather more stringent than what Nuclearo and his brothers expected of her. And it wasnâ€™t work for any constructive purpose at all, but simply for the torture of it!
She was strapped naked into what was apparently a stationary bicycle that was hooked into a generator. When she pedaled, she generated energy that was converted into electricity. The harder she pedaled; the more electricity she generated. To encourage her to continue to pedal as steadily as she could, the bicycle was fitted with a device that fed an electrical shock back to her unless she maintained a certain pace at all times. The slower she went, the greater the electrical shocks got. If she tried to pause to rest for more than a few seconds, the electrical shocks became almost unendurable. If she pedaled hard, the electrical shocks ceased but the pain and fatigue of her leg muscles soon made up for that!
Physically fit as Boundgal was, even she could not endure peddling the bicycle for more than a couple of hours at a time before she absolutely had to rest. However, Reaper had many more tortures for her to endure than this, and when she was too exhausted to continue peddling the bicycle she was simply placed into a new device.
The second device was a modified weight pressing bench. She lay down and was forced to pump iron. As long as she pumped, she was all right - until her arm muscles got tired. Failure to pump iron meant that she was once again subjected to electrical shocks.
When she was too fatigued to move even if she wanted to, she was taken from the bench, forced on her hands and knees in front of a pair of easy chairs at right angles to each other, and tied into place to attachment points set firmly in the hardwood floor. When Reaper sat in one chair, he was able to use Boundgalâ€™s body as a footrest as he relaxed and watched TV. If he sat in the other chair, which was directly in front of Boundgal, Reaper was able to force her to pleasure him.
The first time Boundgal refused to obey when told to do this. And so she was taken away by several of Reaperâ€™s other slaves and secured to a sawhorse-like device with a saddle on top. She was tied onto this saddle in such a way that she was bent forward almost double, with the rounded narrow end of the saddle supporting her upper torso between her breasts. Her wrists were securely strapped to her knees, and her upper arms and ankles also securely strapped down so she could not move at all.
Then, with her naked butt high in the air, a candle over a foot long and two inches in diameter was lodged into her anal cavity and then lit. The melted wax soon began to run down the small of her back or down her front along the depression in the saddle made precisely to allow this. In addition to this, two more candles were set into holders just beneath her breasts and also lit. A secure ball gag made her squeals of pain and dismay inaudible from outside the room in which she was kept to endure this for the night.
After this, Boundgal was much less adamant in refusing to do whatever her captor demanded of her.
The second day, Boundgal found herself in yet a different exercise machine. Her arms were bound behind her and she was suspended in the air, with her legs tied wide apart to the same pulley that held her suspended. Sticking up from the floor directly beneath her was a huge dildo. Boundgal was forced to pull downward on the restraints on her legs to keep herself high enough off the floor to stay clear of the dildo. But once she tired, she sank lower and lowerâ€¦ and the dildo sank deeper and deeper, until all her efforts to raise herself did was to thrust the dildo in and out and in again!
After this she was strapped into the worst device yet; something Reaper affectionately called the â€˜titty zapperâ€™! Boundgal was tied in such a way that she was bent over double and had to strain to lift herself upright. When she failed to do so, her breasts brushed against live electrodes, and she endured more electrical shocks.
Again Boundgal was commanded to pleasure her captor afterward or face another night of unrelenting torture. This time she gave in and â€“ hoping for relief from her ordeals afterward - did what was demanded of her.
Boundgal was indeed rewarded with a nightâ€™s peaceful rest afterward; if you can call being bound to a Saint Andrewâ€™s cross all night restful. But the next day, the exercise-to-torture regimen began all over again.
TBC?

### Re: Boundgal's New Situation, Revised (MMM/F)

Post by Chase Ricks » Wed Sep 21, 2011 4:09 am

I say... this story needs way more interest bigtime!

### Re: Boundgal's New Situation, Revised (MMM/F)

Post by Jason Toddman » Wed Sep 21, 2011 6:08 am

It'd prpbably be difficult fr me to get back into the mood to continue it after all this time even if people did start expressing an interest in it

### Re: Boundgal's New Situation, Revised (MMM/F)

Post by Chase Ricks » Wed Sep 21, 2011 6:10 am

If you want Jason, I'll just delete my post before this one then.

### Re: Boundgal's New Situation, Revised (MMM/F)

Post by Jason Toddman » Wed Sep 21, 2011 8:02 am

What for? There's nothing wrong with it. And who knows? Maybe eventually I'll change my mind.