Hey guys,
I've FINALLY gotten around to writing the second part to my story, and I know it's quite a long one, and may drag on a bit, but I hope you like it! Please gimme feedback:)
I moaned through my gag, and looked over at Jake for comfort. He had been rolled on his side, and Chloe had her hand inside his (my) panties, stroking his erect cock. I began to yell (or at least tried) at Chloe, screaming at her for being so extremely invasive.
Robin just sighed, and rolled over onto me, straddling me. She pinched my nipples, HARD, then gave me a stone face.
“God, you’re so lippy! I put a sock in your mouth because I didn’t want to hear you, understand?†She pursed her lips at me, and let go of my tits, leaving them pointing up at her. “Now, c’mon sweetie, work with me. Shut your mouth, unless you want some more titty twisters.†I wanted to laugh at such a silly choice of words, but I was too upset. I nodded at her, which obviously made her proud. “There, is that so hard? Lauren, Lilly, will you two bring the rest of the stuff over, our girl looks a bit cold!â€
I was about to moan in disapproval, but I had second thoughts when I realized my nipples still hurt from the last time I mouthed off.
When Lauren and Lilly brought the pile of plush warmth over to me, I began to struggle back and forth, thrusting the air and bouncing on the bed. Robin plopped down on my tummy, forcing me to sit still.
“You guys ready?†Lauren asked, finally putting her phone away. Lilly and Robin nodded. Chloe was still playing with Jake, now biting his nipples, making him whine, in either pleasure or pain, I couldn’t tell. Lilly came over to Robin, and held me down while Robin began untying my ropes. She began with my chest ropes, letting them loose. Next she undid all the ropes around my legs, loosening them and then slowly sliding them down my tight jeans and off. The only ropes left were my wrists and my crotchrope. I began to buck up and down disobediently, thrusting forward and screaming into my gag. Lauren responded to my rebellious actions by grabbing a green fuzzy pillow from my floor and pushing it over my face, smothering me. I stopped bucking, while robin finished untying me. First she took off the crotchrope, so I could move my arms more freely.
It was starting to get hard to breath, so I screamed as loud as I could into the soft pillow. I could tell it only came out as a soft mew. But apparently it worked, because Lauren lifted the pillow up, shooting me a that’s-what-you-get-for-misbehaving glare. Lilly let go of me, and Robin lifted me up into a sitting position. She got up onto the bed in front of me, kneeling on her knees, and put her face right in front of mine, nose to nose.
“I’d think carefully about how you react to what I’m about to do. Because if you do anything I don’t think is acceptable, you’re going to bed for the rest of the day. Understand?†I nod, wondering what she means by ‘going to bed’.
She slowly lifts her delicate fingers, and tugs the scarf from my mouth, leaving it hanging around my neck. I think about spitting the sock out, but then decide I should probably wait. I guess I was right, because she then plucks it from my mouth with her thumb and forefinger, tossing it in my lap.
“Guys,†I say, “this isn’t funny anymore. I’m just t-MMM!†I’m cut off by Robin’s hand slapped over my mouth and held tightly.
“I didn’t say to speak yet.†Robin says. Again, I nod in obedience. She removes her hand. “Now, you will only answer my questions, if I hear you whining or saying anything that does not have to do with the question, you’re getting a spanking. Get it?â€
“Yeah, ok, whatever Robin.†I say.
She yanks my hair, making me gasp in pain.
“I don’t like that tone, young lady. Now, I’ll ask again, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?†She shouts. I get a little scared, feeling like this isn’t same Robin I hang out with all the time.
“Yes, yes, Robin. I promise. Just please let my hair go.†I say, submissively. She releases me, and exhale in relief. “Thank you.â€
“Now, first question: What time do your parents get home?†She asks.
“Not until late tonight, they’ve got like ten stores to go to! Robin, why’re you-â€
“HEY!†She shouts. “What did I say about talking? Answer the questions, that’s all.â€
I was starting to get upset. My wrists were beginning to hurt, and my fingers were numb. My jaw was sore from having such a thick gag, and I was getting extremely embarrassed that Jake was seeing all this. But in spite of all this, I still felt like the best thing to do was cooperate. Maybe they would let me go sooner if I played along.
“Yes, robin.â€
“Now, question two: what’s your facebook password?â€
“What?†I ask, confused.
“I’m serious, what is it?â€
“I’m not going to tell you!â€
Robin gets a very angry face. She just nearly slaps me, then stops herself.
“Fine, if you’re not going to cooperate, you’ll be punished.†She looks over at Chloe, tickling Jake and making him squirm. I was getting pretty pissed off that she was being so touchy with my boyfriend. “Jake, do you know your girlfriend has a fetish?â€
He moans a little, something that sounds like, ‘really’?
“Haha yes, two actually. She just LOVES-â€
“Okay!†I scream, upset. “I’ll tell okay!!!†She looks please. I tell her.
Lauren walks over to my laptop, and it is about at this time I realize that I never told them any of my fetishes. Were they just bluffing?
She pulls up Facebook, and checks if the password works. Once she’s on, she says,
“Good! Now, Chloe, grab my camera.â€
She does, and before I know it, she’s got it plugged in, and is uploading a bunch of pictures of Jake bound and gagged that they took earlier onto my computer.
“Wait, guys, what’re you doing?!!†I ask, worried.
Robin places her finger over my lips, and says,
“Hush, hun. We’re not doing anything yet. But if you misbehave again, these pics will be going on Facebook, from your account, stating you and Jakie are into bondage, and that you guys are spending the day tying eachother up. Kay?â€
I sigh, but I know fighting it is no use.
“Yes, I understand.â€
“Good. Now let’s get those wrists untied.†The three of them, Chloe not included (considering she was still watching over Jake, now sucking on his toes), helped hold me and untie my wrists. When they finished, Lauren grabbed me by my upper arm and yanked me across the room to my dresser.
“Pick out what clothes you want to wear. You can wear whatever you want, but pick something comfy, because you’re gonna be tied up for quite a while.â€
So I look through my drawers, pick out a pair of my favorite fleece PJ pants, baby blue with white circles on them. Then some fuzzy socks with stripes of hot pink and dark pink. My furry UGG boots, a white cotton T, a gold cashmere sweater, and my white fur bomber jacket from Hollister.
“Is that all, sweetie?†Lauren asks in a sweeter tone than I’ve heard from them all day. I say yes, and she drags me into the bathroom, closing the door when she leaves.
I quickly get changed, and when I get out, Lauren is still waiting by the door, holding something balled up in her fist.
“Open, little missy.â€
This time I comply, knowing that the Facebook threat is still looming. When she stuffs it in, I can tell it’s another sock, but this one is a green fuzzy sock, and tastes used. (That little bit was for you, Socklover!).
“Taste good, Carly? That’s mine, I hope you don’t mind, I borrowed another pair of yours because I’m not a fan of wearing just one sock.†She then strolls over to my dresser again, and pulls out a pair of tights. She ties it in my mouth, forcing me to gag from pushing the sock in further. She wraps it around a few times, then ties it off in front of my mouth, leaving a bulge. “Looks good, but you’re so loud, I just don’t think it’s enough!†She giggles at this. “What about you, girls?†The three of them shake their heads. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to fix that!!!â€
She goes into one of the Bondage bags, and pulls out a roll of purple duct tape.
“Lilly, hold her hair up please.â€
Lilly comes over and wraps her fingers through my long hazel hair, and holds it above my head while Lauren wraps the tape around five or six times. I was effectively gagged, and realized that screaming only make a faint mew, and trying to talk made absolutely no sound at all. I sighed, defeated.
“Hands, missy.†Lauren says, indicating I put them behind my back. I cooperate, defeated. Using a length of bright red rope, she binds my wrists, looping it five or six times, then cinching it. Over the rope she pulls a long cheerleading knee sock she found on my floor onto my arms, leaving both trapped inside ( the cheerleading sock is only part of the fiction, I am not a cheerleader), then wrapping my wrists with the duct tape. Next she moved up to just below my elbow, repeating the process. As she did, she got really close to me, her warm thighs brushing against my butt. She set her chin on my shoulder, babbling something about me keeping still.
Next she moved to my torso. She performed the average bondage tie, a length of rope above and below my boobs, attaching the knot to the one below my elbow. She tied another rope between my torso and arms on each side, under my armpit. Moving down, she tied a tight crotch rope with a knot that scraped me when I struggled. She finished with three lengths of rope for my legs, above and below the knees, and of course my ankles.
When she was finished, I was expertly tied, standing straight as a bored.
“Cute,†she said. She reached out, and began fondling my tits. I moaned, but as I’ve said before, I was nicely gagged. She stopped groping, but still kept her hands rested on my boobs, satisfied. Then she shoved them backwards, knocking me over.
Lying on the floor, I look up.
“Don’t get comfy, princess, we’re not done yet.â€
I rolled my eyes at this, which gets me a nice kick for being ‘bratty’.
Next she pulls out the blankets.
The four of them help eachother wrap me up, Chloe finally giving up on Jake. First comes a white fleece blanket with little bubbles of different colors. I imagine its very soft, but with all my layers, I can barely feel it. This upsets me. Next comes another fleece, a tan one, wrapped up nicely, then fasted with tape.
I’m already getting hot, but I’m beginning to enjoy myself, so I struggle a bit (the most I can with such a nice bind), rubbing against my crotch rope. As I start to buck up and down, Robin says,
“Oh quit, Carly. You’ll get plenty of that later. You just have to wait.â€
I stop, letting them continue the wrapping.
They continue the process a few times, putting on a beautiful faux fur comforter that was white and a big blue micro plush blanket. Then they finish by mummifying the entire thing in a variety of bright colored tapes.
I look over at the pile and realize there are still blankets, sweaters, and a coat left.
Noticing me looking at them, Lauren winks and says,
“Don’t worry, those ones are for Jake!â€