Postby meinaru » Sun Jan 22, 2017 2:02 pm
Second part.
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"Strip."
Leanna's voice was cold as ice.
"What!?", Brian could hardly believe what he heard.
"You heard me, young man. Take off your clothes."
Reluctantly, the boy did as was told. His t-shirt and shorts landed at the feet of his mother's captor.
"Underpants as well. You want to see your mom, don't you?"
"Where is she?"
"Still down in the cellar, naked as the day she was born, struggling against her bonds and frustrated she didn't get to screw you tonight as she originally intended. Now take off your underwear and hand it to me."
Brian struggled with himself for a while, then took off his boxers and handed them to Leanna, who flashed an evil, lustful smile as she eyed the naked young man from head to toe. The boy instantly covered his crotch in shame. His captor burst into cold laughter at the sight.
"Hold on there."
Leanna took his clothes and left the room. As the door clicked shut behind her, Brian surveyed the living room they were in. It was furnished with taste - it had a comfy sofa, a TV set, a and a bookcase. The boy could make out some of the titles. He recognized, among other things, the infamous "Story of O".
He once found it on their kitchen table, after his mother absentmindedly left it there.
Inwardly, Brian felt very strange. On one hand, he was horrified by the situation. On the other - he was excited. Almost as if there was another dimension of sensuality hidden beneath the veneer of the ordinary gated community. Did other seemingly ordinary places have similar secrets? As he thought of his mother down in the cellar, tied naked to the post, looking like one of the models on the bondage websites that he so much liked to visit - it was almost as if the impossible erotic dream become a reality. He felt his erection grow, and having his hands over his crotch only made things worse.
His gaze wandered towards the armchair that stood before the round table in the middle of the room. A detail caught his attention, something that he instantly recognized as - a pair of stiletto heels.
The very same Beth, his mother, put on for their date.
He walked towards the chair. The rest of her clothes were there. A sexy top that bared her midriff, the knee-length socks, the short skirt. Crowning the pile was a black, strapless bra and a pair of black panties.
He reached out for the bra, almost frenzied with lust, when...
The door clicked open. It was Leanna. In one hand, she was holding a pair of handcuffs; in the other was a mobile phone she put on the table.
"Hands behind you", she said.
"Please..."
"I said hands behind you!"
The boy did as was told. Leanna cuffed his wrists with a skill of a person who did it many times before. She stepped back, looking at him as if she was appreciating her own handiwork. The next thing she did was to reach for her mobile.
"Natasha? Hello, it's me. Yes, I've got this new couple. I was right about them. The boy is nineteen and hot as hell. Yeah, this one. Oh, you already seen him? Bet you didn't see him naked."
The voice on the other end of the line issued a question. Leanna burst into laughter.
"Yeah, he's with me right now. I can send you the pictures if you like. And, oh, could you give me Zira's new e-mail? I want to send her mommy's pictures, in case she was interested."
The voice in the phone spoke excitedly for some time.
"Great. See you in my place."
It occurred to Brian that something bigger was going on here - and he didn't like it. Before he could do or say anything, Leanna ushered him down the hall, towards the door leading to the cellar.
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As much as he hated to admit the fact, it was like watching a bondage movie - but for real. He was tied to a pole just opposite his mother, so that they faced each other - but couldn't reach each other.
"I'm so sorry mom - I'm so sorry about - it..."
What he meant, of course, was his erect member.
"It's all right, honey", whispered Beth, "It's all right..."
It was more than right. Beth was mesmerized by the sight of her son's naked body, and especially of his erect manhood. Ever since she learned of the dirty little conspiracy of silence that prevailed in this community she wanted to have it inside her. Now it was so close - and, at the same time, so far. She couldn't help but notice Brian lustful stare as he appreciated her own nudity.
"Okay, lovebirds", said Leanna, "Time for a small interrogation. What were your plans for this evening?"
"You have no right to keep us here!", cried Beth, "Help!"
Her cry echoed in the damp basement, but to no avail. All she managed to do was to elicit Leanna's laughter.
"You still don't get the rules of this game", she said, "But you will very soon. Now, do you think you're the first incestuous couple to end up in this basement?"
"What do you mean?..."
"Do you know who told me you were right for picking? Jenna. Yes, the very same Jenna who told you about our little conspiracy."
Beth was silent.
"Jenna and her son were here too. And in the same circumstances."
Jenna Renfield was a writer of commercial erotica. A tall, long-haired blonde in her early forties, she had a perfect figure that she owed to her healthy lifestyle and workout. It was not difficult to notice that Jenna and her twenty-year old son Josh were... close. Very close. Soon after Beth moved in to the community with Brian Jenna invited her to a dinner. And it was during this dinner that Jenna gave Josh a very un-motherly, long, passionate kiss... It was a test, Beth learned later on. But something within Beth reacted with excitement to this scene. And she could see that Brian reacted in exactly the same way. It was a common thing in the community, Jenna told her. She and her son made love every night, and it was more fulfilling than any sex she had with her husband. Perhaps that's why she eventually divorced him.
"Jenna was to tied naked the same post. And so was Josh. On the evening of their first official date. They eventually agreed to cooperate."
"Cooperate in what?...", Beth's voice was faint.
"There are three of us here who make the rules", said Leanna, "Me, Natasha and Zira. Me and Natasha have preference for young men; Zira prefers women. We keep the community's secret under the lid, but we do have a price. All the people here belong to us, and we do with them as we please. in exchange, they are free to indulge in the passions that our society deems forbidden. "
She stood before the naked Brian and put her hand on his chest.
"But when someone breaks our rules, there are penalties. What we're doing to you now is just the first lesson. Sometimes the first lesson is enough. In addition to being at our... usual disposal, Jenna agreed to help us in a more active way. To keep an eye at the community. That was half a year ago. But after a month she began to rebel. And we had to move on to the second lesson."
Leanna's hand started to make it down towards Brian's crotch. The boy struggled in his bonds but neither he could not stop the woman from exploring his body, nor contain his own growing excitement.
"One evening she went to her local yoga center, only to find that the instructor was Zira. She has a bit of a... sadistic streak, you might say. Too bad Jenna was already down to her exercise outfit when she found herself face-to-face with Zira, who in turns brought her here, were we relieved her of her outfit, tied her to the punishment bench and let Zira do what she does best. She's good with paddle, so when she was finished with Jenna her bottom grew very red... But this was not all. We let Jenna go, but we kept the outfit."
Leanna's hand was now playing with Brian's erect manhood. Boy's eyes were now closed; it was more than he could stand.
"At precisely eleven past ten o'clock Josh heard their doorbell ring. Once he opened, he was all too happy to see his beautiful mother, naked as the day as she was born. She had to make it back through the entire community in her birthday suit. That evening I could not help but take a look at the hidden cam we installed in her bedroom as soon as we found she might be... volatile. She and Josh hopped there within five minutes of her arrival; she didn't even bother to dress. And they screwed each other passionately till the morning. It seemed like she really needed some stress relief after her ordeal."
The story and the touch of a woman's hand was too much for Brian. He moaned and climaxed in front of his mother.
It was then that Leanna's mobile rang.
"Natasha! I'm in the cellar. Of course I'm coming. Is Zira with you?"
Affirmative response.
"Great", smiled Leanna.