Postby Captive-or-Captor » Tue Mar 24, 2015 10:31 am
CONVENTIONAL TIES:
CHAPTER THREE
With a sore jaw, burning wrist, and tired legs Heather watched an act of horror that she never thought possible. Lying before her on the cracked floor was a girl. The girl was tall and dressed in, a now very wrinkled, Hogwarts uniform. Her crazed and frizzy brown hair would suggest that she was cosplaying as Hermione. However it wasn’t “Hermione’s” wrinkled wardrobe that horrified Heather, it was the layers of silver duct tape wrapped tightly around her head. It was her violent squirming and thrashing against the ropes bound around her exposed wrist and socked ankles. Most of all though it was Heather’s kidnapper who was mounted on top of the screaming Hermione from behind.
The kidnapper, this mighty morphin wannabe, had a grip on Hermione’s face. Forcing the violent victim to lock eyes with Heather. This pink ranger, or “Kat”, was doing something to Hermione. Heather couldn’t see what it was, but the bound wizard screamed and squirmed against the cool floor. He screams barely made any noise at all. The tape sealing her mouth did a lot to muffle her protest. Heather had also watched Kat shove the girl’s torn panties in her mouth before the tape found it’s way wrapped around her face.
As horrible as it was to watch Kat doing all this, whatever it was she was doing to this strong and wild Hermione, all Heather could feel was this over powering sensation that send her whole body quivering. This feeling that was building up in Heather was confusing and scary. She had felt it briefly after struggling under her ropes that continued to grope her spandexed body. She felt it again only intensified when Kat’s gloved fingers rubbed hard against her sex. Now she was feeling it again watching Hermione struggling and screaming with their attacker on top. What was this feeling that was flowing through Heather. The more she watched, the stronger the sensation built. Every time she wiggled under her binds, the flow rushed faster through her body. Every time she tried humming words past the latex ball that filled her mouth, her body shook with euphoria.
The thought dawned on Heather that this feeling, this sensation, was pleasure! While in her mind Heather knew that the things that were happening to her and the girl that lay squirming in front of her were horrible. Heather’s body however seemed to be enjoying it. Was it normal, to feel this odd sense of pleasure filling a person while watching someone being attacked? Did the girl on the floor have the same pressure building inside her? Was that way she was fighting so desperately underneath the pink spandex pressing against her? Were the ropes giving the strange erotic tingle with each pull? Did the muffled moans she tried cursing send her head swimming in an intoxicating state of thrill?
Heather prayed that she did, she didn’t want to be the only one that felt this way. Yet why was she still twisting and turning under the tight coils. Why was she still trying to hum words out from behind the ball that forced her jaw open. Heather would never admit it, but she didn’t want this strange confusing state to stop. She wanted to feel the velvet touch of her black spandex as they shifted under the rough coils of ropes. She wanted to feel them squeeze ever so gently on her breast. She wanted the disoriented moans to dance around her head as she watched Hermione being attacked by this helmet-less pink ranger.
“HPMMMMMM!!!!” The wizardly cosplayer screamed so hard she was red in the face. Afterwards she stopped fighting back and got very still as she tried catching her breath. The Pink cosplayer dismounted the limp Hermione and started to strut towards Heather. Heather’s cheeks burned from blushing. Could she tell that Heather’s body was making her feel the way? Kat held her white gloved hand that was hidden within Hermione in front of Heather’s red face, while the other hand made it’s way behind Heather’s head. The slight pain that wrapped around Heather’s face slid away as the leather straps that hugged tight fell to the side. Heather’s heart pounded fiercely in his chest as the white glove traced her lips. Heather’s jaw clicked into place as she felt the rubber ball slide it’s way out from behind her teeth. The white glove continued to trace over Heather’s trembling lips. It wasn’t long after that the fingers that sensually went over the soft curves of Heather’s lips slide their way into her mouth.
Heather was too confused to say or do anything. She just stood there as the fingers slide in and out of her sore mouth. They wiggled around inside rubbing against her tongue. They had a strange smooth taste to them that shook Heather’s body with the same euphoria that she both loved and hated.
“Do you like that?” the fake Australian accent rang in Heather’s ear as the fingers quickened their pace into her mouth.
“That’s her your tasting. I bet your loving it.!”
Heather looked over the pink shoulder to Hermione, who slowly and sluggishly move around the floor still, still trying to catch her breath. Heather wondered what she meant that she was “tasting her”. What about her was she tasting, and way did it make her body feel this way.
“Would you like to taste more?” The gloved hand violently slide out from behind the quivering lips to grip Heather’s face.
“Don’t make a FUCKIN’ sound.” Kat let go of Heather who was too scared to do anything. Weather or not this was pleasure her body was making her feel, that still didn’t change the fact Heather was terrified. She was more scared then she’s ever felt in her whole life. With the way her pink captor gleefully skipped over to Hermione, Heather had a feeling it was about to get a lot worse.
Hermione screamed as her hair was pulled backwards by the same person who had mounted her. Heather watched as kat walked past the tired wizard who now laid on her backside. The pink curved body had walked past Heather’s line of sight, but only for just a moment When she arrived back from the shadows, slung over her shoulder, Kat hand a long dirty looking mettle bar. Heather’s Heart started to race to the point where it hurt. Terrified, Heather’s mind went to all the gruesome scenarios that involved that weapon wielded by her pink dominator. Her fear took over.
“HELP! SOMEONE HEL-“ Gracefully the pink ranger flew over to Heather and covered her screaming mouth.
“Don’t temp me to put that sexy looking ballgag back on.” Heather’s eyes stayed fixed on the mettle bar Kat held close to her.
“What are you looking at? This? Oh sexy don’t you worry yourself this isn’t for you.” Kat Thew Heather’s face to the side and strutted back over to Hermione, who now had returned to screaming and thrashing along the floor.
The bar fell to the floor filling the room with a piercing clanging noise. The pink spandex stood in front of the squirming tired Hermione blocking Heather’s vision of her fellow captive. All there was instead were screams. The soft, yet violent screams that emitted from a gagged girl. Heather bit her lip with worry, for the screaming girl. Thoughts of gruesome scenarios returned with images of the bound cosplaying Hermione instead of Heather. She wanted to help her, to save her. The ropes groping Heather’s body preventing her from doing anything, and her fear prevented her from saying anything.
The pink curved body finally stepped aside to reveal Hermione bound in a whole new way that made her blush under the layers of tape. However Hermione wasn’t the only one who was blushing. Heather’s face burned as her cheeks turned bright red from the sight of Hermione’s newly bound ankles. The bar that Kat had taken from the dark corner of this dungeon, had now been used as apart of poor Hermione’s restrains. Her legs were spread wide with ropes binding her sock covered ankles to either end of the rough mettle. With her new position in which she was laying, and the form of her new restrains, Heather was able to see Hermione’s completely exposed sex.
Completely embarrassed for her vulnerable companion, Heather however still found it hard to look away. With eyes fixed on the squirming Hermione, Heather hadn’t noticed her captor making her way behind heather. It wasn’t until the tight pinching from the ropes released it’s grip on Heather’s tender chest. The ropes that held her ankles to the pillar were next to loosen their hold. Heather wondered why the ropes were coming off, but like most times, before Heather had time to process the strange actions that continued to be done to her, she felt a harsh pain over take the back of her head.
“Walk!” Kat whispered into Heather’s ear with a firm grasp of her hair that poked out the back of her bat themed mask.
Heather quickly learned that walking would prove to be harder then she imagined. While most of the coils that held her curves now laying on the floor, there were still a few that kept Heather restrained. Her hands were still pulled behind her bound at her gloved wrists, and her knees still pinched together making it very challenging to walk over to the bound and gagged Hermione who was laid out on her back.
Heather felt a force hit the back of her knees, and soon came tumbling down in front of Hermione. This was the closest she had been to her fellow captive and Heather could she that, unlike her who was terrified and confused by her body, this cosplayer was angry! Most of her face was buried under layers of tape, but her eyes bleed with enough rage to say it all.
The pain that drove Heather to her knees returned and forced her face in between Hermione’s open legs. Heather could hear Hermione’s gagged protest.
“I want you to lick her,” Kat’s fake Australian accent demanded.
“No?” Heather was unsure by the demand, but instead of an explanation, the room filled with the sound of tearing fabric and Heather could feel the bottom of her skin tight spandex being ripped away.
“NO! STOP THAT! LEAVE US- AHHHHH!!!” Heather’s words were cut short. Her body explode in the most incredible euphoria. She felt something inside of her. Something that penetrated her sex. She bit her lip hard trying to not scream, but this uncontrollable pleasure over took her body. How could one small action take complete control over a person.
“Now stick you tongue out and lick our dear little Hermione’s pussy!” Another explosive jolt of euphoria rushed all through out Heather. She felt whatever penetrated her sliding out and back into her sex. “Or I’ll continue to torture you.”
Heather reluctantly and slowly moved closer to the screaming Hermione’s sex. She opened her mouth and slowly and gently began to stroke Hermione’s sex. Heather felt the screaming cosplayer wiggling and squirming underneath her lips. The whole experiences made Heather felt dirty violating this poor girl this way. Yet with her tongue in Hermione’s sex and her sex being penetrated Heather couldn’t help but enjoying it.