Chapter 5
"It's nice of you to give me a ride, Nancy."
Her satchel was on the back seat, along with the overnight case Cedric had miraculously produced for me. He had thought of everything, including a lot of money popped into my handbag. Nancy's little car purred its way towards the city.
"I guess I sort of owe you something." Her sideways glance held awe. "That was quite a show you let me in on."
"Worth the sore bottom?" "Gosh yes!"
"Want to do it again?"
"Jeepers no! Once is enough. But I wouldn't have missed it. How on earth do you stand that pain!"
"I don't stand it. It happens. It's love play. Try yourself an orgasm after being whipped."
"I wish I could have taken pictures." Her voice was real wistful. "But who'd buy 'em!
It was nice of your guy to give me that fifty bucks."
"We knew you were disappointed about no story. But, Nancy, do you often break into houses like that?"
"First time. Never again. Honest. Say, Cathy?"
"Yes."
"Stay the night with me."
"But, Nancy why?"
Again the sideways look. This time appealing. "No reason. I just like you. I'm lonely."
It was perfect. Her awful suspicions were buried. A night between two girls would cement them away forever. I said "O.K." and "Thank you very much." We stopped to eat, then went to her apartment. It was dinky but had a nice large bedroom. She made us drinks from a lonely and sadly depleted bottle of vodka. I told her I'd go out and buy another when we'd finished it. I wanted to stop my nagging thoughts of the man who had owned me as a slave and let me go free. I was mixed up between sorrow and excitement. Maybe it was as well to spend the night with this nosey little snippet who was actually improving on acquaintance. It would stop me thinking.
I took a refill into the bedroom when we went to unpack my things. In doing so it became evident Cedric knew more about girls than I'd have thought. It was all there.
Stuff he'd bought for me before he'd even kidnapped me. Everything Nancy would expect me to have. Perfect!
They gleamed wickedly. Shining steel chrome. And the key attached by a rubber band. Beside them nestled a tight ball of white rope.
The final authenticity of my depravity.
Handcuffs.
Pure genius.
"I suppose you always carry them?" Nancy's query was intrigued.
"I'm incorrigible."
"Is there - Is there someone in town?"
"One never knows. Remember the Girl Guides: 'Be Prepared!' "
"You take it seriously, don't you. Gee whiz!"
Her regard had become faintly respectful. It flickered between the handcuffs and me. "It actually means a lot to you. Not just being whipped ... but these things."
"Everything. don't be shocked."
"Oh, I'm not!" Nancy was nothing if not avant garde. "But I've only read about them up to meeting you."
"Read about what?"
"They have names. Sadsomething and masosomething."
"Forget 'em Nancy. It's just good clean fun."
"But it's awfully painful."
"So was your first bit of nooky."
"Yes, I suppose it's a bit the same." She giggled. "Do you ever put them on yourself, to keep in training?"
I'm stuck.
Pure fiction.
Help.
"Oh sure." I told her glibly. "It makes me horny."
"And do you...?"
"Course I do. Handcuffs don't stop a girl reaching her . clit. Not unless they're behind her back."
Her eyes were shining. I hoped I hadn't started something. "Look, you're not thinking of writing an article on the sex life of masochists, are you?"
"It's an idea." she said thoughtfully. "But right now I'm wondering if you'll let me put them on you?" "You're not in the scene."
"No. But you've made it all so interesting. You seem to have such a full life. And I don't know when I'll see you again. Please Cathy."
"Let's sit and sip. We've had a hard day."
"You can sit and sip just as well in handcuffs."
"I'd feel silly. It's lovely with Cedric but "
"You must carry these things for a reason. don't you trust me, Cathy?"
"If you were like me I'd love it. But your not."
"Well love it anyway. Just to please me. Pleaseseese?."
I was stuck with the role. I had to play it. Best keep her happy.
"O.K."
"Naked?"
"What on earth for?"
"I want to see those lovely marks on you."
"You'll see them when we go to bed."
"Don't be mean."
She was a child. I found myself wanting to please her. I was damn good and relieved by how good things were going. I undressed. I'd been naked for months.
Why be shy now? And with a girl! Nancy was fingering the gleaming metal with fascinated curiosity. She ran the curved cuff ,round and 'round, delighted with its clicks.
I held out my hand. Nancy captured it in steel, slowly compressing and loving every click, click, click, until it was snug Click. Click. Click.
"It's like a lovely bracelet."
I held out my other hand. My enraptured companion reached for it, then hesitated.
"Cathy, would you mind?" At the back?
"Then I couldn't lift my glass."
More giggles. "I'll lift it for you - real fun." I turned and put my hand behind my back. The cold metal felt familiar, so were the clicks, so was being handcuffed. The whole damn act was familiar. Once more I was helpless.
In Nancy's power.
I scarcely knew her.
Oh what the hell!
She almost poured the rest of my drink down my throat. I swallowed gratefully. The situation was quaint. It might be fun after all. Better than sitting in a hotel room and glooming.
"What's it feel like to have a slave girl all your own?
"I'm going to love it, Cathy. Now I'll tie your ankles and go and get another bottle.
Sorry about my poor stock. I've been so damn broke!"
I let her do it. I told her to take the money from my bag. She romped off in a great dither to get back. When she'd gone I flopped over on the bed. She'd tied my ankles so damn tight I wasn't going to do any hopping around. In about two minutes I was asleep. But it was a short nap.
He stood at the foot of the bed, eyes popping with approval. Nothing special one of a million. Jeans.
"Where's Nancy?"
"She'll be right back, go away."
"No sense going if she's coming that quick."
"Go anyway."
"Nice tits."
"Throw the cover over me."
"Throw it over yourself."
"I can't. Look, be a gentleman and go."
"You can't, can you! Nance' do that to you?"
"None of your business. Just a game."
"Mind if I play?"
It was beastly. I remembered that time I'd awakened to find myself spreadeagled, and Cedric looking at my pubic hair. This was worse. I knew his type. Every girl knows them.
"There's nothing to play. If you don't leave, I'll scream."
"Where'd you get those marks? Not Nance!"
I glared.
He gagged me.
I fought like crazy. But all I could do was flounder. He could control me with two fingers. I was fastened but good. Laughing, he used my discarded panties, thrusting the stained crotch over my tongue. He tied it in there with one of Nancy's nylons.
"Pity to waste that lovely cunt, honey."
He untied my ankles.
Then he raped me.
He was most competent. After he'd elicited the last gasp from both of us, he thoughtfully retied my ankles leaving enough of a length so as to tie them back up to my handcuffs. He did it brutally.
"Can't have you running around, honey."
He went away.
He hadn't been gone three minutes before Nancy showed with her bagful of bottles.
At sight of my changed status she gasped.
"How the hell did you do it?"
I made the glugging sounds all gagged heroines are supposed to make. I made them damn good and negative so that she might drop the fool notion I could have done this to myself. She pulled out the gag...
"I've been raped!"
"Oh? Who did it?" She sounded politely interested.
"Please get me out of this hogtie."
"Don't you like it! You look cute."
"It's beastly. It's hurting."
"Oh well, alright. While she struggled with my rapists' knots I put her in the picture.
"Oh, that's Dusty." She sounded relieved. "He often drops in." "Just for a spot of rape! "
"Is that what you'd call it, darling? I'd never have thought of that."
It was evident there was more to Nancy Dwight than met the eye. One of today's moderns. Liberated!
"Is that all he comes for, to rape you or your guests? I demanded.
"Mostly. Oh, Cathy, didn't you enjoy it? He's awfully good."
"He is good. And I didn't enjoy it! You mean you let him come in here any time and do that to you for free?"
"Well, he usually brings a few groceries or a bottle or something."
"He didn't bring me any groceries."
"I noticed a bag on the counter as I came through the kitchen. Oh, darling, please don't take on so."
"But I've been raped!"
"Well, it's only your second time today."
"That wasn't rape. This was!"
"You mean because you were tied up." She giggled. "It must have been the darndest fun."
"Nancy!"
"O.K., O.K. I'm sorry." More giggles. "I suppose it was a bit off-putting not being introduced."
I could have murdered her. She wasn't being funny, or callous. She was just being Nancy Dwight. This was a very different girl to the one I'd tied to the bench.
"Untie my ankles please. That bastard tied 'em far too tight."
"Yes, hasn't he! They look awfully cute, digging away into your skin."
"Nancy!"
"Don't bug me, darling. They do look super. Really! But your feet are turning purple, so I'll untie them. And, anyway, I want to take you to the bathroom."
"I don't need to go."
"I'm going to give you a douche." "I'm on the Pill."
Nancy giggled again. "Not for that, darling."
I didn't ask the obvious question. I could guess. But I liked the thought of water and soap. I was soiled. I followed my surprising hostess and stepped obediently into the bath.
"I can do it myself, Nancy. Take off these handcuffs."
"No."
"Please take 'em off. That louse killed my mood."
"He didn't kill mine. I simply love doing things for you while you're helpless. You said I could have this bit of fun."
I stood ankle deep in hot water, legs apart, while I was ministered to. It was not unpleasant. Her fingers were as pushy as the rest of her. I sighed and thought of Cedric and the big house where I'd been a slave. I wasn't mad at this absurd girl.
She was a naive bit of femaleness adrift in the city. I let her lead me back to the armchair in the living room. But when she got the rope I balked.
"I don't want my feet tied again."
"But, darling, it's sort of de rigueur."
"I don't care. It hurts."
"I won't tie them as tight as Dusty did. They do look cute and you're not going to use them. Please darling?"
I'm a sucker for a pretty please. Nancy tied my ankles tight enough. I'll admit she made a very classy job.. I'm sure my ankles were the best tied ones in town. I remembered that precept about: "Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive!" I was reaping a real harvest of discomfort out of the deception of Nancy Dwight. Don't ever let yourself in for acting the masochist.
"Open up, darling."
I opened up and swallowed all she'd let me have at one go. The vodka repelled my rapist. the girl who was keeping me helpless suddenly popped an obvious question.
"Cathy, how on earth did Dusty get into you with your feet tight together?"
"He untied 'em. Then tied 'em again after."
"He didn't do it to you -- at the -- at the --?"
"No, he didn't. Maybe he'll oblige you next time."
My irritation and dismay dissipated under the influence of the drinks. The chair was lovely and soft so I could bury my shackled wrists and arms in the padding. I stuck out my tied feet and shared Nancy's admiration for the neat white bands holding them close.
Nancy Dwight ingenuously admired me. I mean that she admired my breasts and my dark triangle and my navel. She couldn't see a lot of my pussy on account of having tied my feet so tight. I couldn't separate my thighs, But she took inventory of all the rest. It was a bit like having a man look at you naked when you didn't want him to.
"Such a lovely body." she breathed.
"You're not so bad yourself."
"Oh, do you think so! I'm glad you like me."
"Can I have a glass again?"
She chuckled. "You want to get high. Does my looking at you like this, and being helpless, bother you?"
If I'd been what she thought I was, it would not have bothered me to be in this silly spot. So I said, "No, it's lovely."
"I wish I could get a bang out of being the way -- the way you are."
"Trade places. See how you like it."
"No chance!" she wriggled happily. "I've got you for the evening."
"What shall we talk about?"
"I was coming to that." Her eyes sparkled. "How'd it be if I invited a friend from upstairs?"
I stiffened in alarm. I'd had enough of Nancy's friends. My negative was vehement.
"But darling. She's a girl. You won't mind a girl?"
"I don't care. I just don't want to be seen like this by anyone."
"I'm seeing you and she'd be ever so grateful. It would be something new for her too."
I was about to protest when it occurred to me that Nancy alone might be hard to take for a whole evening. She'd want to talk about Cedric and the desires I did not possess. so I put on a good front and said O.K. After she'd beamed her way out of the apartment I cursed myself for getting into her clutches. But it was too late. I could not get out of the snug grip of my handcuffs and, for sure, I couldn't untie those tight bands of rope that robbed me of my feet.
The worst was to come.
Not one girl.
Three more like Nancy. Bright. Pert. Men just would have loved 'em. I did not.
They sparkled down at me in pure joy.
"Gosh, Nance, you're lucky!"
"She's been whipped!"
"She's been handcuffed."
"How did you pick her up?"
"She likes it." Nancy said proudly.
"You mean for kicks!" The speaker thrust an imperious small hand into the softness of my thighs and cupped my puss exploringly. "She's not all that wet"
"I just bathed her. And she's embarrassed."
"Are you going to keep her?"
"Don't see how I can. Bit of a drag looking after her."
"Well keep her!"
I was sure they would. The way they were looking at me made me into a tasty morsel. "I'm just here for the evening." I told them with a nonchalance I did not feel.
"Oh, Nancy, what fun!, Thanks for letting us in on it. Be a sweetie and let us have her for a couple of days"
"You'd better ask her about that." Nancy said, not all that happy with their exuberance.
Three pairs of eager eyes embraced me. "Darling, you'd love us to keep you, wouldn't you!"
"I have to go to work. Sorry. "
"We'd phone and say you were sick?
My heart missed a beat. How appallingly easy it would be for them! Handcuff a girl's wrists behind her back and she's had it. She becomes a package for disposal.
Unexpectedly it was Nancy who balked. She was miffed by losing initiative.
"No kidnapping! Be grateful for this evening."
"Oh, we are! It was a chorus."
I wished they would sit down and have a drink. But they didn't. They more or less lifted me from the chair and stood me upright in full view. My weight made my ankles hurt like blazes, the ropes cut. I teetered and did not even want to hop. I longed to swat all four of them with a giant hand.
They arranged their seating so as to enjoy my helpless nudity. Our hostess busied herself with bottles I'd paid for.
"Lovely shape."
"Wow!
"Who whipped her?"
"Her boyfriend." Nancy was back in her chosen role of exhibitor. She positively preened. "The darling loves it. Don't you, Cathy?"
"Only when he does it." I said guardedly.
"Isn't she gorgeous!"
"We must buy a pair of handcuffs."
"And some rope."
"Tie me first."
"NO! Me! "
"You can do that on your own time." Nancy said huffily.
I resigned myself to a nervous evening. Nancy was coming through as an unwitting ally. But it was three to one. I prayed they did not have a whip. If this was their first time, they must have read a lot of books. I stood there and simmered under their frankly lascivious appraisals.
"Stick out your tongue, Cathy."
I missed the true inference. Glad of a diversion, I stuck my tongue out rudely at each of them.
"Ooooo! Lovely!"
"Isn't she darling!"
"Can you get it out a bit more?"
In the middle of striving for that extra inch, it hit me. The little bitches! My tongue went back behind angry lips. I glared.
"She does eat, Nancy?" The query was anxious.
"I don't know. Ask her."
They did not bother to ask. I have never seen three maidens strip more rapidly. I longed for release.
"I hope you're good at it, Cathy?"
I am not a child. I am not naive. I am not unduly shy. I'd done a few sixtynines with girls out of curiosity. I was glad I did. It taught me I preferred men. It wasn't that I had a distaste for females: I simply got a more exciting union from a male. But the prospect of servicing these four boisterous damsels was daunting. Besides, who wants to be pushed!"
"I'm not a lesbian." I said with calm disinterest.
"But well teach you."
"No thanks. I know all about it. I don't enjoy."
"She knows all about it. Goody!" The speaker shone all around.
I took a desperate gamble. "Oh, O.K., O.K.! Let me loose. I'll play."
They laughed down my request with the derision they thought it deserved.
"She wants to get loose."
"What a hope she's got."
"Don't trust her."
Desperately, I looked to Nancy. She was undressing. Her eyes shone. They had infected her. I had never felt more abandoned, more naked, or more helpless.
"You first, Nance. She's yours."
Pleased as punch, Nancy stepped forward for my martyrdom. But she had forgotten something.
"Nance! Your bottom!"
"How?"
"Who?"
"A man. Never mind." Nancy was flustered. "I was just testing. Don't every try it. It's simply awful."
"You lucky so and so! Bend over. Let's look."
The exclamations were ecstatic. The striped behind winced under exploratory fingers.
"Did it make you horny?"
"Did he screw you after?"
"He screwed her instead." said our hostess with some bitterness.
"Spread your legs, darling, she can make it up to you"
Nancy blithely placed a huge cushion down on the carpet and planted her striped seat squarely on it. She spread her legs and lay back in sensuous anticipation.
I made my voice severe. "Please forget this. I'm not playing. I am not a Lesbian."
"But you just said!"
"That was on condition you untied my feet and took off these handcuffs. Be sensible. I can't possibly do what you want while I'm fastened like this."
"Yes, you can. We'll lay you down with your face in her fur."
"Look! Can't you understand how miserable this is for me! I can hardly move."
"But you like it?"
"Not any more. I've had enough. You've spoilt it for me. I was just expecting a nice evening with Nancy not eating half the girls in town."
"She doesn't want!"
They looked at each other in mock dismay.
"Let's make her want."
I never had a chance. One sat on my face, another on my breasts while the remaining two untied my feet and then tied them again, about a mile apart, to the furniture.
"There you are, darling. You're frightfully lucky. We're all terribly good at this."
I was sure they were. But when the pungent flesh was removed from my person I struggled in a frenzy of protest. If only, if only I could get free! Or if I hurt myself enough, impress them with my loathing. But it was useless. I could scarcely move.
The handcuffs hurt. I had to thrust my joined hands to one side and lay on my arm.
They thrust the cushion strategically beneath my rear.
"Cathy, don't be so silly. We're going to make you happy."
I suddenly realised. the truth of it. All I was going to get was a tongue induced orgasm. Why get all worked up!
I relaxed and. lay still. You could have driven a car up between my legs.
"That's better. But you do have to promise to lap all four of us after for as long as we want?"
The thought of four cunts staring me in the face was nauseating. "I told you." I said wearily. "I'm not going to."
"She says she won't."
"We'll change her mind."
"You first, Nance."
It was nothing new. I lay as still and as silent as I could under the busy tongue. It was a clever tongue, but my mood was negative. It tired and was replaced by another, equally avid. It defeated me. Hating every gasp and spasm I rendered them the response they sought."
"Gosh, she sure wasn't in the mood."
"She'll have to do better than that."
Another tongue entered me without pause.
Do I have to tell you! I'm sure I don't! An orgasm can be wonderful. But it's an end or should be! Mine wasn't! When it is not an end it becomes agony.
Three pleased smiles looked down and watched my surging struggles against my bonds, and listened to my sounds of outrage. Motions and cries that slowly subsided into feminine surrender as my flesh became freshly grateful for the friction. In the new explosion, one of my feet moved the chair to which it was tied.
They pushed it back and one of them thoughtfully sat in it. A fresh tongue went instantly to work.
"Alright!" My voice was urgent. "I'll do it! I'll do it."
"She's going to tongue us."
"Isn't she sweet."
They untied my feet. Then debated the matter of my control. They compromised by hobbling my ankles so I could not kick, but leaving them joined by about a foot of rope enabling me to do their bidding without having to be carried. I thought of Cedric's slavery with longing. Holding hands, they lined up in a giggling row, legs well apart.
"All ready, darling."
"You lucky girl."
"Nibble a bit at each, then move to the next."
I never had believed girls look all alike down there. They don't. No one ever had better chance for comparison than I did right then. Different hair, different curls, different folds, different slits! All beckoned enticingly. On my knees, I shuffled my tethered way to number one.
"She's awfully good." Gasp, gasp.
I was thankful to be given approval. I did not want the things they would do to me if I failed. I worked hard and steadily until the gasps became too urgent. Then I walked on my knees to number two.
"I could do a much better job if you'd let me have my hands." I told them truthfully.
"Forget it, darling."
"Handcuffs make it better."
"She has to try harder."
"But I'd still be helpless with tied feet! I can't argue with you with my feet like this!
"Get with it, Sister."
I sighed. But, at least, I'd rested my tongue. I thrust it questingly into number two.
When bedtime came and the girls departed, kissing me with lips redolent of my own musk, Nancy gigglingly refused to unlock the handcuffs. I went to bed with her with my hands behind my back. I slept remarkably well and dreamed of Cedric who was my Master.