Chapter 9
Clay was happy and proud, almost smugly proud of himself. He assumed he had passed the last test the Spencer family had to offer. He had been sucked off by a man, and he had watched while that same man balled Alison.
He was mistaken. There were lots more things he had never done!
It was in late afternoon, for instance, when he discovered Monica getting it from her father. Clay entered, and soon he and Brian were screwing Brian's divorced daughter simultaneously. That seemed wild enough to Clay...until Alison and Alexandra showed up. The two used their mouths to "clean up" all three of the others. A participant while father fucked daughter, Clay now watched mother suck daughter, daughter suck and lick father, sister lick and suck sister. After that mini-orgy, he and Brian each sported a new hard-on.
The two men decided to keep them, and went out for a horseback ride. No, nothing sexual came of it. Brian and Clay both drew the line at horses-and at each other.
When they returned to the barn, they both helped Tony tie up his naked wife. The idea was to make a hemp-wrapped mummy of the delighted blonde.
The girl stood passive and bright of eye while the three men wound strand after strand of thin, cutting cord beneath the bulges of her breasts-the nipples of which, along with the aureoles, had been painted blue with water-color marking pen-and about her elbows. Her arms were pinned to her quivering sides so snugly that she could hardly draw breath.
Each breath she took, the bondage-loving young woman told them, was an icy little pain. And each new cinching of the binding cord was a reminder that she was being taken farther and farther from freedom.
She loved it.
The blonde watched, pressing her chin into her neck to look down, while the three silent men circled her body with the supple cords and drew each new coil tight, carefully and thoroughly tight. Her "captors" were frighteningly efficient, and so very neat about cocooning her with strand after strand of hempen cord I
She stood submissively silent and accepting, her pretty little knees unsteady and tremorous, while the three men, with a pretense of brutality and callousness, continued the business of rendering her totally powerless in every limb and muscle. A series of knots molded her elbows and torso efficiently and immovably together.
Debbie's strained breathing tried to fight against the constriction about her middle. Clay remembered that she was accustomed to corsetry. Any woman on these premises could take a lot more stringent binding than any average or "normal" woman elsewhere.
The men had even put on her, not without difficulty, the tight gloves and hose of shining black latex. The gloves were without fingers and rose nearly to her shoulders, while the opera-length hose clung so tightly to her thighs less than an inch below her. vulva that the white thigh flesh bulged.
Hose and gloves protected her skin from the hempen harshness of the rope.
Maintaining their silence, the three men went to work on her gloved wrists. Each wrist was looped with wickedly tight strands around which even the latex, like a second skin, bulged.
The gloves were hot and tight, Debbie admitted when prompted, and they cramped her as well. But she was grateful for their protective coating.
Clay watched fascinated while Tony circled his wife's fingers with slim cord, then pulled it in taut and drew it around her fingers with good tugs. Each time the rope circled a finger it was looped again, and pulled tight. Tony stepped back, flexing his fingers, while Brian attached the finger-binding cord to the other vehemently tight ropes that compressed the young woman's body and arms.
Working almost leisurely, the three men had been at their task for fifteen minutes, and they had made the quivering blonde unconditionally helpless. It wasn't just that she was unable to move her arms...she could not move her hands. The voluntary victim was roped so tightly that even moving her body was painfully difficult. She didn't try. She was comfortable, in the security of voluntary bondage. "UH-umgh-ohhh.. . "
"Oh lord. I don't want to have to listen to her silly groans and kitten whimpers!" Tony said.
Carefully, the immobile girl was lowered to her knees. Brian and Clay stood by with growing ' erections while Tony fucked his wife in the head.
Hunching with rippling, supple hips, the dark young man rammed hard swelling rod into her pretty face. Then kneeling, helplessly bound blonde made no objection, but accepted her face full of cock happily. The watchers saw him quiver, knew the curly-haired brunet was feeling her serpentine tongue, twisting and writhing provocatively over his trembling male staff.
He had to hold her head with both hands, fingers twining interestingly in the pale tresses of her wavy, cloud-fleecy hair, to prevent her from being knocked over.
The big thing he shoved at her with his lithe hips was hot in her mouth, and hugely swollen so that it strained her jaws.
Helplessly bound and kneeling, held in place and face-fucked, the girl's mouth was full of hot cock. So tightly were her arms bound to her body that their upper reaches cramped her breasts, which were quite naked save for their pretty blue enhancement. They were crammed together in front of her, forced to jut.
It was over those trembling tits that Tony poured his semen, while she licked her lips and moaned sorrowfully for the creamy essence she was not getting down her gullet.
Then Tony gagged her with what Clay learned had been a birthday present from Brian-to Debbie, not Tony. There was a round rubber ball, attached to the center of a strap of black leather, with a buckle. The ball went into her mouth. The strap encircled her head, and buckled. She was gagged, unable to make more than the tiniest of kitten-sounds.
They raised her to her feet, with the semen hardening on her jiggly tits. They roped her legs, at mid-thigh, above the knees, immediately below the knees, and at ankles.
The three stepped back, smiling. They looked at the voluntary victim. She was motionless; the girl dared not so much as attempt a movement. It was quite impossible for her to attempt the slightest act without losing her balance and toppling to the floor.
All three of them carried her to the couch in the warm little nest she and Tony shared, in part of the estate's second barn. They stretched her out. With one of her own elastic headbands, a scintillant royal blue, Tony blindfolded her.
She was rendered totally immobile, silent, and sightless.
"Thank you," Tony told the two men. He clamped a hand roughly on one of his wife's tits-she twitched-then he released it. "If you are grateful, too, wiggle your toes, Deb."
Ten toes wiggled. Tony smiled. Brian and Clay left, and walked up to the big house.
"What'll he do?" Clay asked. "How long will she stay that way?"
Brian shrugged. "She loves it, you do know that?"
Clay nodded.
"He'll leave her bound-and gagged and blindfolded-for hours," Brian said. "Not all night this time, she's too tightly bound. Their lovemaking tonight will be a semblance of rape. She's wild about that."
Clay considered that information in silence.
"You should know, Clay, that bondage is very, very sexy indeed to a lot of women-and to some men, too. And you should remember that the women here, my wife, my daughters-are accustomed to a form of bondage: the corset. I think Alison will both want and need it, now and again. Alexandra does. She tells me, when she wants to be totally helpless. It's exciting to me to be told, asked, and it's a turn-on to her, too, because it's hard for her, and thus thrilling."
Clay assimilated the new sexual knowledge, added it to the growing file in the memory banks of his mind. They were getting stuffed.
Dinner that evening was both tasteful and quite normal. Clay had an after-dinner brandy with Brian and Monica, and was soon quite sleepy.
When he awoke, about 3 am, it took him quite awhile to realize what had happened. Someone must have dropped a sleeping pill into his brandy! And now...he was tied up!
Shackled, actually. Simply, easily, without pain and without much discomfort, a leather bracelet circled each of his wrists, and was attached to the other. He was far from motionless, as he and Brian and Tony had left Debbie that afternoon. But he was denied any use of his hands. His ankles were shackled in precisely the same way.
"For God's sake!"
Alexandra chuckled at his first waking words.
Yes, Alexandra. And it must have taken her a lot of time and trouble-and a lot of powder-to get into what she was wearing. It was a sleeveless pullover of shining black latex, covering her from mid-thigh--and mid-buttock--to the high, round neck. There was no snap crotch. The thin black rubber was pulled so tightly up into her crotch that Clay could see the separation of her pussylips.
Though the garment was sleeveless and legless, her limbs were not bare. They, too, were sheathed in black; high stockings of latex on her legs, high gloves of supple, black kidskin leather on her arms and hands. Her hair was piled on her head, coiled and coiffed and pearl-strewn. Drop earrings caught the light, moving with her every action. They were Siamese, black surrounded and etched with gold, and their shape was what was called teardrop. With her outfit, Clay thought, the eardrops were definitely cunt-shaped!
"God you're beautiful. Sexy-Super sexy!" he told her. He writhed, tugging each wrist against the other. There was no result.
Standing over him, she smiled. The coils and strands of her piled raven hair gleamed under the bright overhead light, in lustrous highlights. She was a thoroughly enchanting seductress, her middle cinched in and her large bouffant breasts puffed up and out in huge ripe spheroids with broad round bases and pointed ends, like strange overripe black fruits.
Alexandra said nothing.
"Do I have to be tied like this?"
"You aren't tied, you're shackled. And yes, you do. You've been endangering your health, engaging in entirely too much sexual activity around here. Tonight you'll have to make do with the single man's friend."
"What?"
She looked down at him, one eyebrow lifted, a big black-clad woman who had not looked so imperious, so regal before. The transformation was blatant, bemazing and intriguing.
"You had also better be quiet, Clay, or I'll have to gag you."
"Wha-a-att?"
She flashed him a smile.
Then she sat down on the bed beside him. His bed. With the bright overhead lights on, the latex rippling and flashing on her large magnificently proportioned body. His girl's mother. His host's wife. A woman, he had learned with something akin to disbelief, who was forty-four years old. It showed only on the backs of her hands and around her eyes.
And she began to lick and chew and tug at his nipples, worrying them, sending sensual fire mingled with some pain through him, until he was moaning and twitching, twitching, trying to tear his hands loose so he could get them on her, destroy the latex because there wouldn't be time to take it off carefully, and sink his cock up her black-fleeced pussy.
No way. He was her prisoner.
His nipples were prisoners of her mouth.
She licked them, she sucked them, she tongued and toothed and lipped them, for many maddening minutes.
"Huh!" he gasped, when without lifting her face from his chest, which he was fast discovering was very sensuously sensitive indeed, she slipped a leather-clad hand onto his genitals.
Her hand played over it for many minutes. Cool, smoothly kidskinned fingers fondled the dangling sac of sex-swollen flesh under his cock, twiddled tormentingly over its hot head, all slimy and glistening as it hopefully oozed slick lubricative sauce. Leather-clad palm rubbed up and down the base, the underside of his prick, stroking the veins and the big sperm tube that looked so like a vein but carried so different a fluid from the red juice of life.
"A prick like a baseball bat," she murmured around his nipple, and raised her head long enough to pluck a hair from between her teeth.
"Jesus, Alexandra!"
"Christ, Clay," she answered, and sucked his other nipple.
A leather hand, cool and softly supple, closed around his cock.
A thrill of excitement swelled all through him as his stiff prick bobbed inside the tight, hot tunnel formed by her fist. Bitch! It was a clinging sheath that moved steadily, up and back, like a living cunt. Bitch! What the hell!
Creeping, mounting internal heat and sheer lust made him bite back a heavy groan. His legs twitched. Tendons stood out against the bare skin. He gritted his teeth, tugged at his bonds. They did not yield. They were simple, not even tight, but effective. He could not pluck loose the three links of little chain and the spring-clip connecting his wrists. His bonds did not yield.
Her caress of his supple sex pole exerted a magical, heady influence that took the form of an itchy tightening and quiver in his balls. Blood pounded through the whole genital package. The bloated, shining head of his cock drooled more sap. That big head topping his upstanding male meat was a lurid, angrily crimson bloom every time it appeared at the end of her black leather fist.
She lifted her head from his wet chest, looked at the sturdy rod she played so sensuously with.
"It's so marvelously big," the big woman said in a soft, entranced voice. "And so hard!"
With a renewed groan, he surged his penile pole into her containing hand, a vise of leather, Plum-like cock-crown bloomed even more.
Sweet slut, he thought in an agony of lust and the futile feeling of helplessness to aid or interfere, it loves your damned leather-sheathed jacking hand!
"Shall I just keep on until it squirts, darling?" she asked casually, her other hand slipping down to administer a teasing squeeze to his nut-sack.
He groaned.
Tonight, she had said, you'll have to make do with a single man's friend. By that she meant hand, he was sure, what a single and shy friend of his called his "wife." She meant to jack him off, whether he said no or yes. He said nothing, but gritted his teeth.
She jacked him off.
By the time she finished that long jacking off, fierce pains like little knives were shooting through his crotch.
Then it was his big throbbing dick that was shooting.
She made no attempt to catch it in her mouth. Directing the spurts, watching them with bright eyes, Alexandra directed them onto his own naked belly; one ejaculatory blast shot as far as his chest.
She released his tingling cock, patted it. Then she bent and kissed him. And she left.
He lay there shackled hand and foot, and waited. His semen dried on his belly, or filmed over in the case of the one large puddly blob that had collected around his navel. Nothing happened. No one came.
Clay was drifting away into sleep when the door opened and a black negligee'd Mary came in. Without a word she knelt on the bed and began lapping at him.
The silent, sexy maid licked up and swallowed, loudly, every last trace of his semen.
Then she released him. And with a smile, she turned and walked to the door.
Though he was a bit stiff, Clay was able to move, to use his hands and legs. His desperate resolution loaned him more strength, and speed, and flexibility of long immobilized limbs. Running on naked feet, he caught her just at the door. Flung her back into the room. Turned off the light.
She didn't cry out; she giggled when he pounced on her and bore her back onto the bed. The tormented man fastened his mouth on her tits, and began sucking hard, as well as chewing at ever growing nipples.
He fell asleep eating Mary's tits.
At about five-thirty in the morning, she awoke him, accidentally. She was creeping out of the room. Again, he caught her at the door.
As he bore her down, she whispered.
"Madam asked me to tell you that if you did not enjoy what you endured tonight, you are welcome to turn the tables. You can-OW! Oh Mister Cla-ay-must it be there?"
"YES!"
"Oh-oh dear Saint Teresa...Gahhh! You're so BIG!"
"It's about half piss-hard, Mary. And-it-seems to-fit-up your-pretty, sassy-assssssss!"
It did. In a few seconds she was moaning in pleasure. Her rectum opened up, and he pummeled it with cock. Nor did he stop until he had given her an ass-full of seminal enema. Only then did Clay stagger back to bed. He slept until eleven-fifteen, which was when Alison woke him, sucking softly between his legs.