by Bridy McAvoy
Carol nodded.
“However I adjust the bed, or your clothes or your body, you are not to react, are you clear?”
She nodded again, somewhat unsure as to her devious neighbor’s intentions, but understanding her instructions very clearly. She was completely at his mercy and, as soon as she realized this, felt a wave of self revulsion as her body kicked into sensory overdrive and her pussy twitched in anticipation.
She felt Phil move round to the foot of the bed and then she felt his hand on her ankle. She twitched slightly at the touch but otherwise obeyed her instructions and kept still. Slowly he pushed her leg higher up the bed, quite obviously showing more of both legs as this action dragged the nightie upward. The increased flow of cold air to her butt and belly told her that more and more of her was coming into Phil’s view. Click, and again click. The sound of the shutter firing seemed much louder to the prostrate woman as Phil now moved his hand to her thigh and brushed the nightie clear of her ass. Trying hard to sense his every move by the way the bed moved told her he was now crouched down at her feet and firing off shot after shot of her naked ass.
“Turn over onto your back, please, Carol, but keep your hands above your head.”
Slowly she complied, trying consciously to please him by imitating the way someone asleep would roll. As her backside came down on the crinkled hem of the nightie, she realized that in doing so she was exposing her entire pussy mound to the camera. The number of shutter clicks she heard rose almost to a frenzy as she completed the manoeuver, confirming in her mind that this was Phil’s intentions. Any moment she expected to feel his fingers brushing at and then penetrating her pussy lips and, despite herself, she shivered in anticipation. Not for the first time, Carol had underestimated her neighbor’s deviousness.
“Stretch your arms up, please, Carol.”
Carol did as she was told and was momentarily puzzled by the clinking noise as Phil busied himself above her. Suddenly two cold metal jaws closed down on her wrists and when she tried to move her arms down found she couldn’t.
“Keep still, please, Carol.”
Her mind fogged as she tried to come to terms with the fact that not only was she submitting to his orders but he had now handcuffed her to the bed. Worse was to follow as, after taking several shots of her recumbent but now helpless body, he reached out from the foot of the bed and began to draw her left stocking down and finally off. Unable to see what was happening and remembering her instructions, she didn’t realize his intentions until again it was too late. Suddenly she felt the feather-light touch of the nylon circling her ankle and then tightening. He had used her own stocking to tie her foot to the bottom corner of the bed. Three quarters spread-eagled, she could think of no way to prevent him repeating the same manoeuver with her right leg and suddenly, within the space of three or four minutes, she had gone from being a passive participant to being a helpless one.
Carol drew in a huge shuddering breath as she felt Phil’s weight encroaching onto the bed directly between her legs. The way her legs were pulled out to the corners laid her pussy open to his view and indeed to whatever he wanted to do to it. That feeling of sheer helplessness was something she had fantasized about but had never actually experienced—until now, that is.
Her breathing rattled in and out in gasps as Phil, not even touching his helpless prey, watched in astonishment as she worked her way up into an orgasm that required no physical stimulation. As she slowly sobbed her way back down from the self-induced peak, Phil continued with the next phase of his plan. Suddenly Carol felt something large and cold touch the outer labia of her pussy. As the smooth object slid into her, she realized it had to be some form of sex toy and she was in no way able to protest. It was considerably larger than her own vibrator, but not so large that it was uncomfortable, certainly not in her currently aroused state. As Phil completed the process of sliding the full eight inches into her, he climbed back off the bed and moved round to the side of the bed near her head.
“I think you will enjoy what’s about to happen to you, Carol. You see, that is a remote control vibrator I have fully inserted into you and I have the remote control here in my hand.”
She gasped as she realized the full extent to which she was now at his mercy. Worse was to come though.
“I’m hoping you will enjoy this as much as we will.”
“We…?”
“That’s right, sweetie. A couple of my friends have joined us and are going to be watching the show!”
With that he turned the vibrator on and, as the humming sound filled her ears and the waves of pleasure began to emanate from her inflamed pussy, Carol finally accepted she was lost, completely and utterly lost.
Chapter 16
Over the next few minutes, Phil skilfully adjusted the intensity of the vibrations in Carol’s aching pussy. Every time she appeared to be about to reach an orgasm he slowed it right down and brought her back down from the peak.
She was panting for breath, moaning almost continuously, and writhing in an attempt to reach the release an orgasm would at least temporarily give her from the pleasurable torture.
A few minutes earlier Carol’s mind had been in tune with her body and she had achieved orgasm without outside physical stimulation. This time around her mind was elsewhere; whilst the physical stimulation was producing responses, her mind was concentrating on trying to hear the other people present in the room. Phil had told her there were others watching her. Unable to shield herself from the prying eyes, let alone the vibrations emanating from her pussy, she was desperate to know who was there, or at least how many.
Finally satisfied he had the shots he wanted, Phil turned the vibrator up to full and allowed Carol’s tortured body to achieve release. As she screamed in passion, he moved around the bed, releasing the stockings and the handcuffs and retrieving the vibrator from her still clenching pussy.
“You may remove the blindfold now, Carol.”
Carol quickly jerked her legs closed and attempted, without much success, to pull the hem of her nightie down whilst her other hand rose hesitantly towards the blindfold. She took a deep breath and pulled the blindfold down around her neck. Opening her eyes she blinked at the sudden brightness of the lights and, as her eyes focused, she glanced around, biting her lip. There was only Phil there with her, the room was otherwise empty. Phil smiled.
“The thought there were others here obviously excited you, didn’t it, Carol? In your mind there were several people watching you. Who were they, Carol?”
Carol sat up and covered her face in her hands in an attempt to cover the blush her embarrassment had built in her pale face.
“Hand me the nightie, please, Carol.”
Phil’s tone, as ever, brooked no argument so Carol meekly stripped the garment off over her head and sat there naked, making no attempt to cover her nudity as she waited for his next instruction. It wasn’t long in coming.
“Bag number three, please.”
She stood and walked over to the rail, surprising herself with her level of composure. Her brain whirled; in each case with the first two bags, Phil had induced her to two orgasms each. Seeing that there were another three bags, did that mean she faced another six, minimum? The sheer danger of the salacious thought sent a visible shudder down her naked back and she guessed, correctly, Phil was quietly watching her.
Opening bag three she found simply a pair of black stockings and a red garter belt. Directly underneath was a pair of red high heels, with at least a three inch heel. Shrugging her shoulders, she put the items on, knowing they covered nothing and assuming that this set would be quite short. Straightening the stockings, she was about to reach for the shoes when Phil’s voice stopped her.
“Carry those for a minute, please, Carol. I wouldn’t want you to have an accident.”
She turned round to see only his head and shoulders as he climbed down the stairs. He motioned for her to follow. Obviously this set was going to happen outside the studio and she b
egan to feel somewhat anxious as she moved to the top of the stairs in preparation for following him. When she reached the head of the stairs he was crouched at the bottom pointing his camera up at her.
“Slowly now, please, Carol, make it look sexy.”
She descended the stairs one step at a time wondering how on earth a woman clad only in stockings and suspenders could look anything but sexy. With the heels gripped in one hand and the other holding the banister she couldn’t even attempt to cover herself, conceal herself from the prying lens.
“Smile, please, Carol. Come on, you know the rules.”
This time the smile was quite unforced. She surprised herself as much as Phil as she relaxed into the necessary persona there on the stairs, and Phil had to admit to himself she was a stunning sight. His penis was rock hard in his slacks. In both of the previous sets, he had had the chance to indulge himself but had foregone the pleasure. This time Carol would not escape him and his dick twitched in anticipation.
When she reached the bottom step, Phil stood up and moved across the room.
“Put the heels on now, please, Carol, and follow me.”
He moved out into the hallway and down the main stairs to the ground floor. Carol complied with his instruction, finding it very difficult to walk in the spindly stilettos. Once she reached the carpeted main stairway she was grateful for the double banisters, one on each side that enabled her to repeat her slow promenade down the staircase, whilst Phil enthusiastically took pictures from the bottom.
At the bottom she waited passively for his instructions and he simply beckoned her to follow him through into the kitchen, which she did. He stepped to the patio doors and her foreboding increased sharply as he exited the house and turned round on the deck to photograph her following him. She paused just inside the door not willing to proceed further.
“Come on, Carol. Now, please.”
She bit her lip and took a step into the doorway and then through it. She was now standing on her neighbor’s deck, naked except for her stockings garter belt and heels, something she had never expected to do.
“Wait there a moment, please.”
Phil turned and walked down the three steps from the deck to the lawn and crossed to the far edge, the point at which the lawn ended and the woods behind their properties began. She knew that the woods were still within the high fenced estate and were therefore empty except for Phil and herself, but her feeling of dread continued to increase. Phil called out to her.
“Carol, please come toward me, slowly.”
No other option presented itself so the slim young naked woman began to cross, first the deck and then, after again gingerly negotiating the steps, the lawn itself. Phil kept taking pictures all the way as she neared him and Carol was surprised to find that she was still somehow smiling, if a bit wanly, at him.
Without a word, Phil held out his hand to her and taking it she was slightly shocked to find he led her into the woods. Once they were under the trees and out of the sun, the temperature dropped and she shivered from the feeling of being cold, despite the actual high temperature. Her skin was covered in goose bumps and her nipples were so erect they hurt. It was extremely difficult to walk on the uneven ground in the high heels and she was glad of the help and support Phil was providing as he continued to lead her into the middle of the wooded area. Finally they reached the little clearing that Phil had been aiming for. Here the shade was less intense and the dappled sunlight would make interesting patterns on the skin of the naked woman he had brought there.
The tiny clearing, less than ten yards across, was dominated by the old gnarled trunk of a dead tree. Its bark was blistered with age and its twisted limbs make grotesquely ugly shapes which would contrast well with the vision of naked female beauty beside him. Phil walked Carol up to the tree and then around to the other side where the light was better. Carol stopped dead when she saw another pair of handcuffs hanging on a chain from the branch at about head height next to the trunk.
“You know where I want you to stand, Carol. Please go to the tree.”
Meekly, the naked woman crossed to the tree and held her hands up for him to cuff her. She was surprised at her own meekness and realized that, despite everything, despite the fear she felt, her body was responding to the situation in anticipation of a further sexual adventure.
Once he had her secured, Phil mounted the camera on the already emplaced tripod and set it to automatic before returning to stand at the side of the beauty. He placed two hands on her hips and slowly guided her to stand facing the tree, her naked buttocks pointing at the camera. One hand gently pushed on the small of her back until her body was in close contact with the tree.
“Look at me, Carol, and keep eye contact.”
She turned her head and did as she was told, not sure of what was about to happen. Suddenly, in the corner of her eye, she saw his shoulder tense and, out of sight, his hand made a concussive connection with her vulnerable ass. The slap startled a gasp out of her, even though it wasn’t that hard. The next one, though, was harder and she struggled to keep her composure as slap after slap resounded on her rapidly reddening ass cheeks.
Nothing like this had happened to her since she was a little girl, and she wondered why she wasn’t strenuously objecting to this kind of treatment or vocalizing her displeasure. Then she realized why. Her body, despite everything she knew about herself, was responding completely differently to her mind. Suddenly, she unconsciously pushed her ass out to meet and accept the next slap. The gasps coming from her mouth were now gasps of pleasure, not pain, and her eyes locked on Phil’s, seemingly pleading with him to stop and not to stop at the same time.
Finally, he did stop and, as she panted, he turned her round to face the camera again, having made sure he had taken a number of shots of her bright red backside. He quickly picked up and moved the tripod somewhat to the side and, after refocusing, went and stood in front of his helpless, but far from unwilling, captive. She looked up at him fearfully as she heard the sound of a zip being pulled down.
He moved into close contact with her and, as his fingers curled around her nipples, she felt the pressure on her flat stomach as his burning hot rod came into contact with her skin. Her mouth hung open in a soundless O and he bent his head forward to kiss it. His tongue thrust powerfully past her teeth searching for her own and, without thinking, she found herself kissing him back passionately. His foot tapped the inside of hers almost impatiently and, without further thought, she opened her legs allowing him to press in closer to her. He pulled and tugged on her nipples but her gasps of pain mingled with little moans of pleasure and neither escaped the lips locked on hers.
Suddenly, he broke off the kiss and looked deep into her eyes, eyes that were hooded with passion, as she stood there waiting for the next move in his calculated ravishment of her willing body. He spun her round again and pushed her hands against the rough bark, this time pulling her hips back so that she was leaning into the tree from some distance away. Now she felt the touch of his cock against the still burning flesh of her tenderized backside. The moment her mind had been dreading was upon her, but her body was still reacting without conscious direction, and she was thrusting her ass back at him in mute supplication to get him to thrust into her. Suddenly, one of his hands left her hip and, grasping hold of himself, slowly lowered the head of his dick into contact with her moist open lips.
As soon as he was centered at the gushing opening of her pussy, he began to slowly push himself into her. This process was accelerated when she thrust her hips back at him, enveloping several inches of his length. He completed the thrust with an audible grunt as he buried himself in her moist vulva, and was almost startled as the body he had pinned between himself and the tree convulsed into an orgasm. He began to thrust in and out of her in a regular but slow rhythm and was rewarded when she began to thrust back at him. He reached down and around and tweaked her nipple with one hand, whilst continuing to steady himself with his other hand on h
er hip.
As the pair rocked in perfect counterpoint they both increased the tempo and he could sense she was on the way up to another orgasm. Quickly he let go of the swinging breast dangling down from her chest and, drawing his hand back, let rip another hard slap on the side of her rear. She squealed with surprise as much as pain and then sobbed in remorse as the single act of chastisement sent her crashing over the edge into her second orgasm.
Phil returned his hand to her breast and began to increase both the speed and force of his thrusts as he began to build toward his own climax. Carol was thrusting back at him, her mind oblivious now to everything other than the driving need to get him to climax inside of her. The thrusts became somewhat more irregular as he began holding the stroke at its furthest, inside her, lifting her almost clear of the ground as he did so. He began to ask her questions.
“What do you want me to do? Do you want me to stop?”
“Please, don’t stop… don’t stop… Keep going…”
“What do you want, Carol?”
“I want to cum… I want you to cum…”
“Are you nearly there, slut?”
The use of the slut word was enough to push this young woman over the edge again and, as her climax engulfed her, Phil could wait no longer. He, however, had no intention of ejaculating inside of her. Quickly he pulled out and pointing his engorged dick at her still bright red ass checks sprayed them with long sticky trails of goo that stuck where it landed.
As she slowly descended from the heights his brutal fucking had taken her to, Carol was vaguely aware of Phil releasing the handcuffs and easing her into an upright position. She stood there swaying for a moment and then, realizing what the wetness all over her backside was from, began to reach around to brush it with her hands.
