Chapter 3
"I don't see their car," Wendy remarked as Bud parked their two-year-old Chevy in front of the Landon's house. "I wonder where Mike and Connie are?"
"Connie told you that they might be a few minutes late when you talked to her this morning," Bud reminded his wife.
"I know. Maybe we should wait for them."
"Don't be silly," Bud laughed. "They'll be here. And what will the Landons think if they look out and see us sitting here in the car?"
"Well..." Wendy began nervously.
"Look, Wendy," Bud offered, "if you want to back out of this, now's the time."
"No, no!" she replied nervously. "It's just that I'd feel better if Mike and Connie were here."
"Come on, silly, let's go in and have a drink."
Wendy kept looking up and down the street as they walked up the front path to the Landon house. She was hoping she'd seen Mike and Connie driving up. What could be keeping them? And why did she feel so nervous about the Landons? She reminded herself of how excited she had been in this very same house just three nights ago.
"Hi!" Howard greeted them at the door. "Glad you could make it. Come in, come in."
Wendy took one final nervous glance back at the street and then followed her host and hostess into the tastefully furnished living room.
"This is our daughter, Linda," Sylvia said, introducing them to her twelve-year-old child. "Say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Costain, Linda."
"Hi," the pretty young brunette child said, shaking hands with Bud and Wendy. "Gee, you're pretty, Mrs. Costain."
"Why, thank you," Wendy replied, losing some of her tension as she squeezed the young girl's hand in her own.
"All right, Linda," Sylvia said nicely but firmly, "you can go next door to see Barbara now. We'll see you later, dear."
There was a strange undercurrent between Linda and her parents that Wendy couldn't define, but she smiled as the pretty young girl obediently kissed her mother and father and left the room.
"What can I get you to drink?" Howard asked as Bud and Wendy sat down on the couch.
"Whatever you're having is fine," Bud replied.
"We drink brandy straight," Howard replied with a smile. "Okay?"
"Fine," Bud responded.
Wendy nodded her head, wondering where in the world Mike and Connie could be!
Being the perfect hostess, Sylvia brought in some assorted nuts while Howard poured their drinks. She could tell that Wendy was nervous and Sylvia paced herself carefully. She'd wait until they had a couple of drinks before she told them.
Howard caught himself staring at Wendy's luscious body as he handed her the small glass of straight brandy. He had a strong attraction for well-built honey blondes like Wendy. He could still see her bouncing up and down on her husband's prick that night they had been observers. Knowing that she was nervous, he quickly averted his eyes from her ripe tits jutting out in her blouse. Shortly she would be their slave and he'd use her lovely body any way he wanted!
The two couples exchanged small talk about their children and local issues in Phoenix. Wendy was surprised to see how friendly and poised they were. Their personalities were certainly different from the other night when they had been demanding masters in the bedroom.
"I wonder where Mike and Connie are?" Wendy remarked during a lull in the conversation.
"Oh! I'm sorry. I forgot that you didn't know," Sylvia said.
"Know?" Wendy asked.
"That Mike and Connie can't make it tonight," Howard said, picking up their glasses to pour a fourth strong drink.
"Connie called about half an hour before you arrived," Sylvia explained. "She said she'd tried to reach you, but you weren't home."
"We went out for dinner," Bud commented.
"There was a death in their family," Sylvia continued. "Mike's aunt, as I understood it, and they're flying to Los Angeles right away. Both of them were upset that they had to miss our little party."
"And I'm sorry that they aren't here," Howard said smoothly. "But I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time, anyway."
"It must have been his Aunt Agatha," Wendy remarked. "She lived alone."
Wendy had a vague uneasy feeling, but she couldn't quite pin it down. For one thing, she was pretty high on the brandy. Neither she nor Bud were drinkers of much of anything except wine with dinner and the generous doses of brandy had them both sailing.
Wendy wondered if they should call the party off and make it for another time when Mike and Connie would be able to come? The idea pleased her, but she was worried that she would offend the Landons if she suggested it.
"No more, Howard," Bud said, placing his hand over his glass when his host offered to pour him another shot of brandy. "I'm as high as a billy goat now."
"And as horny, I hope," Sylvia said in her most seductive voice. "I know I am!"
"Why don't we go on back to our special play room?" Howard suggested.
"You mean the bedroom, don't you?" Wendy asked with a light laugh.
"Oh, no!" Howard said softly. "You've already seen our bedroom, Wendy. We also have a special play room for our favorite sport. Want to see it?"
"Sure!" Wendy said as brightly as she could. The vague, foreboding sense continued to hang over her, but she didn't want the others to see that she had any reservations. After all, she'd promised herself that she would go through with this.
"Follow me," Howard smiled, leading the way down the hall and past the bedrooms to a large family room they had converted into a sex center.
Wendy's breath caught in her throat when she walked into the room. On the floor in the center of the room was a king-size mattress, and at the four corners of the mattress were metal rings bolted to the floor. One glance told her that this was where the Landons tied people up.
The walls were painted a bright, Chinese red and were decorated with a collection of huge dildoes. Some had handles. Others had hundreds of rubber spines sticking out along the length of the shaft. Some were shaped exactly like the male penis, and some were even painted a very realistic flesh color.
"Do you like my little collection of toys, Wendy?" Sylvia asked.
"My God, I've never seen anything like it!" Wendy exclaimed. "Do you . . . use them?"
"Oh, good heavens no!" Sylvia laughed. "They're all authentic pieces. Collector's items, mostly. Howard has bought them for me over the years. They're just for decor. Personally, my fifteen-incher and a little one I have are all I'd ever use. They do make marvelous conversation pieces, don't they?" she said, indicating the devices hanging on the wall.
"I'll say," Bud added with a laugh. "I'm glad you like them," Sylvia replied almost sweetly. "Why don't we get comfortable? And why don't you be our slave tonight, Bud?"
"Why not, darling?" Wendy laughed. The suggestion sent a surge of relief flowing through her body and she relaxed. "You said that you wouldn't mind being raped by a couple of pretty girls—remember? Sylvia and I'll take good care of you!"
"Well .. ."
"Come on, Bud1, be a sport," Sylvia said in a coaxing voice. "Give Wendy and me a chance at that luscious cock I saw the other night."
Sylvia walked seductively up to him and boldly reached out to place her hand on his crotch.
"You're not afraid, are you?" Wendy teased, watching Sylvia fondle her husband's groin.
"Of course not," Bud replied, his prick throbbing in response to Sylvia's caressing fingers.
"Well, let's get these clothes off, then," Sylvia said in her sexiest tone of voice.
Bud laughed as the two women began undressing him. Wendy took his coat, tie and shirt off while Sylvia loosened his belt and unzipped his plants to pull them down over his ankles. When they finally had him stark naked, Sylvia held his rigid prick in her hand affectionately and stroked him.
"Stretch out on the mattress," Sylvia said, pulling him down to the floor. "OOoohh!! I can't wait to get you tied up so I can have this delicious cock!"
"Here, I'll help," Howard said, dropping to his knees and quickly binding Bud's wrist to one of the rings at the corner of the mattress with a piece of nylon rope. "You get undressed, Wendy, while we tie your slave to the bed. We'll have him ready for you soon."
Wendy's head was reeling with the brandy she had consumed. She swayed as she began slipping out of her clothes and dropping them on the floor. She couldn't remember being this tight in years! She really shouldn't drink that much brandy!
Wendy watched Sylvia expertly lash Bud's legs securely to the corner rings with nylon rope. Bud was now spread-eagle on his back on the mattress. The nylon ropes were looped securely around his wrists and ankles and tied firmly to the rings. He could hardly move.
"Now, he's our slave!" Sylvia said in her more familiar tone of master. "It is a nice looking cock, isn't it?" she remarked, crawling up beside him on the mattress and holding it in her hand. "Small, but nice. Why don't you lick it for him, Wendy, while I get out of my clothes? Get him nice and hot."
I get out of my clothes? Get him nice and hot."
Wendy giggled. She couldn't help it, she giggled! This was like a game. She dropped to her knees on the mattress and crawled up between Bud's widespread legs. His prick was at full attention, standing straight up and pointing directly at the ceiling.
"This is fun!" she laughed, taking her husband's hard penis in her hand and leaning down to begin licking his throbbing shaft.
Sylvia and Howard exchanged a satisfied glance and nodded at each other as they quickly began peeling off their clothes. Once Howard was naked he bent down and picked up two eighteen-inch lengths of nylon rope. Behind his back he handed one to Sylvia. Sylvia took the length of rope and held it behind her as she stepped up on the mattress and stood over Wendy's kneeling form.
"Is he good and hot?" Sylvia demanded.
"His little prick is as hard as a rock!" Wendy laughed, enjoying all of this without really understanding why.
"Good," Sylvia said. "Now, Wendy, lick my cunt and get me warmed up."
Wendy gasped and looked up to find the attractive brunette standing over her with her legs spread apart. Her hairy pussy was just inches away from Wendy's face. Wendy could even see her thick cunt lips beneath the thick bush of curly black hair. Had she heard her correctly, Wendy wondered in her alcohol fuzzed mind? Did she want her to kiss her pussy?
"I... I'm not AC/DC, Sylvia," Wendy said, wishing her speech wouldn't blur like this! "I mean, well, I don't make it with girls."
"Did you hear that, Howard?" Sylvia said with a nasty chuckle. "Wendy refused to obey my order. What should we do?"
"Well, I suppose we'll have to discipline her until she learns who is boss," Howard laughed. "We'd better tie her up."
"Hey!" Wendy cried when Howard and Sylvia suddenly grasped her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back. "Hey! Stop it!"
"Leave her alone!" Bud snapped. "I'm the slave tonight!"
"Shut up!" Sylvia snarled, leaning over and slapping his rigid prick hard with the flat of her hand.
"What are you doing!" Wendy cried, panic sweeping through her as she felt them bring her wrists to her ankles and begin lashing her hands against her feet.
It all happened so quickly that Wendy hardly realized what was taking place before they had her wrists bound to her ankles. Her left ankle was bound tightly to her left wrist by Howard while Sylvia performed the same task on Wendy's right side.
"There!" Howard remarked. "Now perhaps you can teach her to obey you, dear."
"Are you ready to eat my pussy, Wendy dear?" Sylvia asked.
"No! Untie me right this minute!" Wendy cried, tears welling in her eyes as the panic gripped her helpless body. She tried to free her hands and found herself completely helpless. The more she struggled, the tighter her bonds became! She choked off a scream of terror when they lifted her body from between Bud's helplessly bound legs.
"What . . . what are . . . you . . . going to do?" she murmured in terror as they put her down on a small mattress next to the large one on which her husband was held prisoner.
Without responding, Howard and Sylvia turned her over so that she was on her back. Because of the way her wrists were bound to her ankles her knees were bent and high in the air.
"Let's take a look at her twat," Sylvia laughed, grasping Wendy's knees and forcing her thighs open.
Wendy was in full panic now! She was absolutely helpless! They could do whatever they wanted to her, and she couldn't stop them!
"Not bad," Howard said casually, reaching down to run his finger up and down the blonde's slit. "And I'm sure you can teach her to obey us, dear.
We don't want to hurt you, Wendy," he continued. "But you must obey us and do exactly what we tell you to do. If you don't, we'll be forced to punish you."
Wendy was so frightened she could feel her flesh burning!