Nick went over to Lucy’s desk and consulted her sketch book - the wide-eyed cartoon girl she had drawn was secured exactly the same way as Lucy. So far so good. He turned the pages and studied the unfolding punishment scene. The lady certainly has a fertile imagination! he thought.
In one of the drawers, Nick found a cotton flannel, a metal ruler, and a ribbed vibrator. Where the hell did she get this? He gathered up the items, dragged over a stool, and sat with his face directly behind her opened thighs. Although he had her drawings to refer to, Nick would have to provide the commentary himself.
He picked up the flannel and said, “First we’re going to have to clean up our naughty little manga girl.”
Using his index finger, Nick touched the material against Lucy’s pussy lips. Her body tensed at his contact and she emitted a stifled squeal. Slowly, teasingly, Nick began wiping the flannel up and down Lucy’s slit. He could hear her breathing harder through her nose as he teased her labia, increasing his strokes up to her tiny asshole, then back down over her quim and finally cupping her mound. After a few minutes of his caresses, Lucy’s lips had become quite moist and swollen.
“Mustn’t forget the inside,” he said, and poked the material between her lips with his finger. Lucy’s moans were quite audible through her panty-gag now, and she strained at her bonds trying to push herself back onto his finger. The musky smell of Lucy’s aroused cunt was affecting Nick and his cock was rapidly getting hard. He pulled his intruding finger out of Lucy’s vagina and picked up the ruler. Standing up, Nick laid the cold steel against Lucy’s bare buttocks.
“Now Lucy gets punished for pissing in her panties,” Nick said.
He laid the first stroke in the center of her ass, spanning both cheeks, the metal making a resounding slapping sound. Then he began steadily beating her with the ruler, not overly hard, but enough to turn her ass cheeks a bright ruddy pink color. Lucy was making light grunting sounds, but she wasn’t screaming. Between her chapped cheeks, her pussy lips were now glistening with her juices.
Nick felt a sudden intoxicating rush as he worked on Lucy’s rear end. He understood that he had total control over this girl now - emotionally and physically. The implications both excited and appalled him. What had she turned him into? What was he capable of? And would he ever be able to stop?
Lucy’s protestations had grown more urgent and Nick stopped the thrashing and looked. Her buttocks were bright red all over, she was clenching her fingers, and her dangling tits were heaving.
Shit!
Nick went around to the front and saw there were tears in Lucy’s eyes. He pulled the panties from her mouth and she let out a puff of air.
“Oh God!” she groaned.
“Do you want me to untie you?” Nick asked.
Unable to shake her head, Lucy panted, “No, you idiot!”
Okay.
A trickle of saliva escaped her lips and Nick squatted down and wiped her face with her panties. She looked at him with glazed eyes.
“What does Lucy want then?” he said.
“Fuck me now!” she shouted.
Nick grinned and said, “Ask nicely.”
“Please fuck me!”
Nick patted her on the head and went back to her business end.
He switched on the vibrator and touched it lightly against her pussy lips.
“Not that!” Lucy yelled. “I want your cock in me!”
Nick ignored her pleas and began trailing the trembling sex toy up and down her juicy folds, causing Lucy to emit an anguished squeal. His cock straining against his pants, he placed the tip of the vibrator against Lucy’s anus.
“No!” she cried.
Nick let it rest there, watching with fascination as her wrinkled hole opened and closed. Then he lowered the vibrator and, parting her lips with his other hand, slowly pushed it inside her.
“Unh! Nick!” Lucy moaned.
Gently, he eased the vibrator in and out of Lucy’s pussy. She wasn’t talking anymore, just gasping and whining. Her cunt was soaking wet, her labia, red and swollen. Then she arched her back, clenched her buttocks, and with a high-pitched cry, squirted a projectile of cunt juice over Nick’s hand.
This was too much. He withdrew the vibrator, unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. He had the most rigid hard-on he could ever remember, the veins bulging, the purple head glistening.
He nudged the tip against her outer labia, knowing she couldn’t move back onto him. Placing his hands on her thighs, slowly, slowly, he began to enter her. He saw her body stiffen in anticipation as his glans disappeared from view. Tantalizingly, he pulled back out, their bodies connected by a string of Lucy’s sap.
“Nick?” Lucy pleaded.
Relishing his total control over her, Nick suddenly thrust forward, sinking himself into her hot, moist depths. Lucy breathed out another shuddering cry, followed by a series of grunts as Nick built up his rhythm. Feeling his orgasm approach, he clenched his PC muscle, trying to prolong the inevitable. Losing all control now, Nick slapped his pelvis rapidly against Lucy’s rear, watching her tight ass cheeks jump, and then in a rush, he came with a deep groan, pumping his seed inside her. Lucy spread her shaking fingers wide as she came again, and then Nick pulled out and came around to her front.
Lucy’s cheeks were flushed and her eyes distant as she automatically opened her mouth to receive his semi-erect cock. Her tongue fluttered around his glans, tasting their mixed juices, working down his stalk as Nick pressed his balls against her chin. When she had licked him clean, Nick knelt down and they kissed, breathing hot air into each other’s mouths.
“Holy fuck!” Lucy gasped. “Why the hell did I choose to live here?”
Chapter Sixteen
Nick was tired but excited as he parked the Mustang and then headed across his front yard. He had been away for five days, working on an empty farmhouse in the Connecticut countryside. Nick hadn’t rushed the job, but he had been keen to get back because he missed the hell out of Lucy. He had phoned her every day and, lying in his hotel room at night, couldn’t help but wonder what she was up to. When he had finished up early the previous day, he had picked up his mobile but then abruptly changed his mind, wanting to surprise her instead.
Now, as he turned the lock in his front door, he wondered if he had done the right thing. There was still a part of him that didn’t completely trust her - or more accurately, still couldn’t accept that she was really his - and he was a little worried about what he might walk into.
He opened the door and listened. The house appeared to be empty but it felt as though someone was here. His watch said four o’clock which meant she should be back from college. Maybe she was working in the basement. He followed the passage through to the kitchen, saw the back door open and stepped out into the back yard - and froze.
Summer was standing with her back to him on the patio - buck naked. Lucy, sitting on a low stool was busy painting Summer’s left buttock. From Summer’s neck all the way down to her ass, Lucy had painted a beautiful cascade of golden hair. She was so intent on her work that she hadn’t noticed Nick standing there. Then she looked up and gasped with surprise.
“Nick!”
Summer spun round, her face a mask of horror, displaying her front to him. The golden hair covered both of Summer’s arms and turned into a fringe across her neck and collar bones. Her small breasts had been transformed into wide sparkling blue eyes, complete with black lashes. A nose and red lips had been painted onto her belly, and her shaven pubic mound had been transformed into a small, pointed chin. Lucy had converted Summer’s entire torso into the face of a manga girl! Nick was so taken by the delicacy of Lucy’s work, that at first, it didn’t fully register that he was gaping at Summer’s naked body.
Summer instinctively went to cover herself but Lucy yelled, “Don’t touch it!” and so she flapped her arms in exasperation and turned around again.
“What are you doing back so soon?” she called over her shoulder.
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bsp; “I… I’m sorry,” Nick said, retreating. “I finished early.”
“Why didn’t you call?” Lucy asked.
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“I think you got the surprise,” Lucy giggled.
“Lucy!” Summer snapped. “It’s not funny!”
“Yeah, sorry,” Lucy said. “Nick, could you go inside please? I want to take pictures.”
Red-faced, Nick went into the house, grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, and then went upstairs and ran a tub. He gratefully sank into the hot water, took a deep swig of cold beer, and closed his eyes. He still had the image of Summer’s finely toned body imprinted on his mind, and he chuckled to himself. He had been soaking for half an hour when he heard the two girls coming up the stairs. It sounded like they were laughing, so maybe he was off the hook.
“Nick, can Summer use the bathroom now?” Lucy’s voice came through the door. “We’re done here.”
“Sure thing.”
He wrapped a towel around himself and opened the door. Summer was wearing Lucy’s bathrobe, but she still looked a little flustered.
“Sorry about that, Summer,” Nick said.
“Couldn’t be helped, I guess,” Summer said.
As he edged past them, Nick couldn’t help himself. “You looked great, by the way.”
A brief look of indignation registered on Summer’s face, but before she could respond, Lucy reached out and snatched away Nick’s towel. Nick put his hands over his crotch, but not before both girls had received an eyeful of his swinging penis.
“I told you he was well hung,” Lucy said.
“Not bad,” Summer conceded with a grin.
“Lucy, give me that!” said Nick, making a grab for the towel.
Lucy whipped it away from him, laughing. “Now you’re even!”
“I’ll get you back,” Nick said and darted into his bedroom.
“Nice ass, Nick!” Summer said, as he closed the door.
He listened to the two girls giggling as he put on a shirt and shorts. This is all Lucy’s doing, he thought, with a smile. Within an hour of my arrival she’s managed to get both Summer and myself naked in front of each other.
When he got downstairs, Lucy was sitting on the sofa, painting her toenails.
“Want a beer?” Nick asked.
Her eyes flickered up to him and then back to her feet.
“Uh-huh.”
Nick popped open two cans of Budweiser and flopped onto the sofa.
“I’m beat,” he said.
“No energy, huh?” said Lucy, her head down.
Nick watched as one by one, she colored her nails blue.
“What was all that about in the garden?” Nick asked.
“A project.”
“Oh.”
Lucy finished her nails and picked up her beer. “Kanpai.”
Nick watched her pale throat ripple as she swallowed.
“Is Summer pissed?”
“Not anymore.”
“Where’s she been sleeping?”
Lucy gave Nick a sideways glance. “In your bed.”
“My bed?”
“With me.”
“Ah.”
“Not like that. I just didn’t want to be alone, that’s all.”
Lucy wiggled her toes and stretched out her arm, letting it fall heavily into Nick’s lap.
“Ow!”
“Sorry.”
She swung over suddenly, straddled him, and grabbed onto his ears.
“Missed me?” she asked, staring into his eyes.
“Of course.”
“So why haven’t you raped me yet? Were you fucking someone down there?”
“No way.”
Still hanging onto Nick’s ears, Lucy suddenly bit down on Nick’s lower lip,
drawing blood. Nick yelped in pain and pushed her away. She got off his lap and stood up.
“Hurt me!” Lucy hissed at him.
“Where are you going?” Nick asked.
“Where do you think?”
“What about Summer?”
Lucy shrugged. She had a half-glare, half-impudent smile on her face. Then she turned, her hair swishing behind her, and was gone.
Nick gave her a moment, tested his sore lip, and then followed her down to the basement. Inside, Lucy was already naked. It had only been a week, but Nick had forgotten how much her body turned him on.
She approached him, one hand behind her back, and they kissed deeply. Now Nick didn’t care about Summer either. He took off his shirt and they fell to the floor, Lucy slipping her hand inside Nick’s shorts, massaging his cock to erection and then sliding his shorts down. She rolled him over onto his back and sat on him, his shaft snug against her sex - then she placed a knife against Nick’s throat.
“Hey, be careful with that,” Nick said, recognizing it as one of his razor sharp carving knives.
Lucy began rotating her hips, grinding against his pelvic bone, still pressing the blade against his neck. She leaned forward, breasts dangling, hair in Nick’s face and said, “I could kill you now.”
A little bolt of panic shot through Nick. Could she be serious? He didn’t think so, but with Lucy you could never be sure, so he stayed still. If she slipped, he could have a problem.
Lucy lifted up slightly and reached down for his penis. As she maneuvered it between her cunt lips, Nick took his chance and threw her off him and then grabbed the knife and tossed it across the room. Lucy was crouched on the floor now, coiled like a cat ready to spring.
“That was fucking stupid!” Nick hissed angrily. “Someone could have got hurt.”
Lucy’s eyes darted towards Nick’s workbench and the array of metal cutting instruments on the wall rack.
What the fuck? he thought. She really means it!
Lucy moved and Nick pounced, turned her, and grabbed her around the neck. With one hand on her left tit he jostled her, writhing and kicking, towards the hanging chains he had installed. Despite her struggles, Nick noticed she wasn’t calling Summer for help, and when he pulled her arms up and locked them in the leather cuffs, she didn’t offer any resistance.
The chains were just high enough to stretch Lucy’s body taut. Her stomach and breasts heaved as she tested the chains but they held fast. Nick went over to his workbench and took a roll of masking tape from the drawer. Then he proceeded to wrap the tape across Lucy’s mouth and all the way around her head. He wrapped it tightly, going around twice and when he was done, he stood back and inspected her - she was naked, stretched, gagged, cuffed and helpless.
Now that he had her, Nick wasn’t sure what to do with her next. He walked over to her desk to see if she had left any inspirational manga drawings for him, but found none. Of course not, she wasn’t expecting me. Normally, when Lucy misbehaved, her punishments were kind of scripted, the guidance mostly coming from her strategically placed drawings. This time, it seemed, it was down to Nick to use his own imagination.
Finding nothing of interest on the desk, he started going through her drawers, finding the usual artist’s paraphernalia. When he tried the deepest drawer on the right hand side, he discovered it was locked, which was odd considering Lucy rarely locked anything. Behind him, Lucy was making muffled noises of protest, and when he looked around, her eyes were wide and she was frantically shaking her head. Interesting. He turned his attention back to her desk and started searching for a key. After a few minutes, he found a small bunch hidden inside a pencil holder. After a couple of tries, he had the drawer open and when he looked inside, he understood what Lucy was getting so agitated about.
Nick was no expert, but Lucy must have been doing some shopping at a bondage store. There was a leather three-pronged tawse, a string of anal beads, a ring gag, a ball gag, a dog collar, and other items Nick could only guess at, all still in their store wrappings. He figured that Lucy was planning to try each of them out at some stage, but only when she was good and ready.
Lucy was still trying to communicate through
the masking tape and Nick turned to her and grinned. He was still a little angry at her over the knife incident. Looks like you’ve miscalculated this time, Lucy, he thought.
Just then he heard a voice behind him. “What the fuck is happening here?”
Nick spun around, and realizing that in his lustful haste, he had forgotten to lock the door, found Summer staring at Lucy in shocked disbelief.
Chapter Seventeen
Summer’s wide eyes roamed from Lucy’s tightly drawn body, to the cage, to the bench, and then to Nick’s jutting cock. They lingered there for a moment and then she looked back up to his face.
“What have you done to her?” she asked in a barely audible voice.
“It’s not what you think,” Nick said.
Summer, mouth agape, brushed past him and started to unwrap the masking tape from Lucy’s head. “It’s okay, honey,” she said. “I’ll get you out of here. Then we’re calling the police.”
“Summer, listen to me…” Nick started.
“Fuck you!” Summer snapped, but then she jerked her hands away as Lucy started violently shaking her head and mumbling through the tape.
“Lucy’s okay,” Nick said. “This stuff was her idea.”
“What…?” Summer looked into her friend’s eyes. “Is this true?”
Lucy, her face bright crimson, nodded. Summer looked at Nick who shrugged.
“I don’t… I didn’t…” Summer muttered. “Are you sure?”
Lucy nodded again. To Nick, she looked both aroused and ashamed. Evidently, Lucy had never told her former roommate about her secret fetishes.
“It turns her on,” Nick added awkwardly.
Again, Summer glanced at Nick’s cock which was still semi-erect. She looked unsure of whether to stay or leave, but her bluster had gone. Nick noticed that her eyes kept returning to Lucy’s naked body. Once again, he sensed that Summer’s interest in her was more than just friendship.
Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, he thought.
“You’re welcome to join us,” he offered.
Summer seemed to be trying to weigh things up in her head. After all, she had just walked in on a bizarre and extremely intimate scene, and now she was being invited to stay. She looked at Lucy again, who nodded her approval.
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