Leah's Lens Trilogy

by Bridy McAvoy

She smiled coyly and sat down beside me, drawing her legs up underneath herself and settling in to watch the recording of the next series of events.

  Part VIII

  I watched, stony faced and tight lipped, as Leah skipped through small segments of the recordings of what was clearly Owen’s idea of a light hearted prank set up as they doused her with the lawn sprinklers and hose pipe. Okay the wet t-shirt look might have been sexy but I could see she was suffering through it and thought it was really in poor taste. Leah laid a hand on my arm and smiled at me.

  “I could see Stan’s face, even though the camera can’t. He was doing as he was told but I don’t think he was actually enjoying it. The only one getting any kind of kick out of it was Owen.”

  “One more for the reckoning.”

  “Sure, baby. He’ll get his comeuppance for this and one or two others too, not just the spanking.”

  I caught the undercurrent in her voice and realised, while she hadn’t enjoyed the sequence I’d just viewed, she was concerned about something else. It didn’t take Einstein to ask the obvious next question.

  “What happened next?”

  She bit her lip. “Don’t get mad, baby. Please.”

  “What?”

  “He set up another of his…fake…rape scenes.”

  I almost leapt off the couch again but she kept hold of me. Slowly I let the fury subside.

  “Don’t worry, Leo. This time there was no…corporal punishment, just some bondage and a fake set up. I’m okay. It didn’t hurt.”

  “Hmmm…”

  “Please, honey, just watch. Honest it didn’t hurt, just surprised the hell out of me.”

  “Surprised?”

  “Yeah, I didn’t know anything about the bondage gear until they sprung the trap.”

  She hit the play button again and the picture moved to our bedroom.

  “Just about perfect, young lady. Now pretend to be asleep, your head turned to one side slightly, your hands above the sheets. No, I’ve got a better idea. Place your hands on the pillow, one each side of your head but not too close. Good. Toss your head a couple of times to make your hair spread out. Spot on, now relax and pretend to be asleep. You’ll know when it’s time to wake up.”

  The two men fiddled with the cameras for a few seconds and the quiet regular clicking began as each one started to take a frame every second or so. I heard Leah beside me gasp as she saw the two of them pull balaclava type knitted hoods out of a bag concealed at the foot of the bed. Obviously at the time the sleep mask prevented her seeing what they were up to. There were cut outs for the eyes and mouth but nothing else.

  “She asleep?”

  “Yeah.”

  The masks and the corny lines were clearly for the benefit of the video cameras they had running. I guessed Leah on the bed was struggling to prevent herself giggling at them. Of course she didn’t know about the masks. The real Leah next to me didn’t need to hold it in as she was clearly laughing at their goonish antics.

  “They look really silly!”

  “I know, sweetie. Why did they need the hoods if the mask covered your eyes? It’s just stupid.”

  “Shhh…watch.”

  They had by now moved to stand next to the bed, one on each side, and they both looked coiled ready for action. I guess the next part of the surprise was about to be sprung on my comparatively unsuspecting wife. I could see she was tense. Every line of her body underneath the sheet portrayed it.

  “Now!”

  I felt Leah jump as she sat next to me, obviously watching this through for the first time. My hand sought hers and gave her a reassuring squeeze. The two men pounced simultaneously, grabbing her hands and shackling them to the uprights of the headboard before she could react. She was now helpless and, with the sleep mask over her eyes, obviously disorientated.

  “Wha…?”

  Owen brutally cut off any outcry by gagging her. I filed away his rough handling of my wife with the other transgressions. His penance list was getting longer and longer and my temper was getting shorter and shorter. As on-screen Leah thrashed against her bonds I felt her return the hand squeeze.

  The camera caught the moment Owen pressed something shiny against her neck, and when I realised it was a knife I began to boil again.

  “It was blunt, Leo. He showed it to me later. I wasn’t actually in any danger but I didn’t know that then.”

  “I suggest you stop kicking and moving around now, little Missy. I think you would be very wise to lie very still. You can’t get out of those handcuffs and since you can’t take off the mask without your hands you can’t see us or see what we’re doing. If you co-operate and don’t struggle, I promise we won’t mark that precious little body of yours and we’ll even try to make sure you get some pleasure out of what we’re about to do to you. Do you understand?”

  After a few seconds Leah nodded in response and her struggles subsided.

  “Good girl. Now, Missy, if I take the knife away from your pretty flesh will you continue to do as you’re told?”

  She nodded again.

  “Don’t forget, Missy, the knife isn’t far away. I can pick it up again in a split second and if I do you will definitely get hurt. You don’t want that, do you, Missy?”

  On cue she shook her head, acting out her part for her blackmailer.

  “Now I suggest you lay very still, Missy. We’re going to pull the sheet down and take a peek at the goodies it’s currently covering. Lay still.”

  She started to pull at the cuffs binding her arms to the top of the bed; it looked extremely convincing on our recording, the closer positions of their videos almost certainly looked even better.

  “I said lay still, Missy.”

  Leah paused the video once more.

  “Are you sure you want to see the rest?”

  I was going to have to admit I wasn’t sure. Part of me wanted to see it, to watch them take liberties with my wife. She was helpless to prevent it – that was the lecherous part. Part of me wanted to turn the thing off and hug and hold her and tell her it wasn’t her fault and that I loved her – that was the loving part. Still another part of me wanted to go round next door, get hold of him and hit him hard with a heavy object – that was the caveman part of me.

  “Only if you do. But promise me one thing…?”

  “What, Leo?”

  “That when we go to bed, you aren’t going to insist on tying yourself up and blindfolding yourself and making me repeat it.”

  She smiled. “You’re taking all the fun out of it. I’ll cut to the chase.”

  Leah fiddled with the keyboard for a few seconds and then hit the play button again. The scene changed, she’d obviously jumped a few minutes of the recording. She was no longer covered by the sheet, and in fact her pussy was no longer covered by anything. The nightie had ridden up above her thighs to show a perfect view to both our camera and theirs.

  “Nice…the young lady is wet too.”

  “Yeah…told you the bitch would be hot. You want to play a little first?”

  “Oh, yeah. I want to taste that sweet honey before it gets all messy.”

  “That alright with you, Missy? My friend wants to taste you. I expect you’ll enjoy it too, he’s very good at it.”

  As ham actors these two would score a zero on a scale of one to ten. I chuckled.

  “Yeah, they really do sound corny don’t they?”

  I nodded and we both returned to watching the screen as Stan moved to sit between her legs and move his hand to her knee. You could see her inner thighs tremble in reaction to his touch. Stan’s hand moved higher, and he began to stroke her leg gently. Of course, each time his hand ascended it moved closer and closer to the obvious goal. The trembling had stopped and I watched as she spread her legs even wider.

  “She likes it, Stan. Missy likes it a lot, don’t you, Missy?”

  As his finger began to trace a path over and around her mound and then up and down her slit with his fingers the fact she couldn�
�t vocalise an answer was irrelevant. Anyone watching would have been able to tell she was turned on.

  “I think she’s got a problem. I don’t think can breathe well enough around the gag there, fella.”

  “Oh…?”

  Owen moved closer to her. “Is that right, Missy? Are you having trouble breathing?”

  She nodded.

  “Would you like me to remove it for you, so you can breathe?”

  Stan chose that moment to penetrate her with his finger and you could see her stiffen under the assault.

  “Do you promise not to scream for help, if I remove it?”

  Once more she nodded, vigorously.

  “Will you scream?”

  She shook her head, and repeated the gesture as Stan pushed a second finger into her. Her ass left the bed as her back arched.

  “Lift your head up from the bed.”

  Stan’s actions as he continued to finger fuck her prevented her from carrying out Owen’s instructions. Her ass was in almost constant motion with her back continuing to arch from the bed. Lifting her head was clearly impossible for her.

  “Maybe we should let her cum before I take the gag out.”

  Owen chuckled as Leah violently shook her head. Finally she was able to lift her head and allow him to undo the buckle on the gag and then remove the obstruction from her mouth. She gasped for air but Stan wasn’t letting up. His thumb had now found her clit and was mashing down on it, squashing it as his fingers continued to pump in and out and rotate inside of her.

  “I’m cumming! God…I’m cumming!”

  Still it wasn’t over for her as Stan moved closer, lifting her legs into the air without letting her come down from the heights of the orgasm. His mouth closed on her inner thighs and I realised he intended to eat her, although he wasn’t quite close enough yet.

  “I see Missy wants this. Tell us what you want, Missy.”

  “Oh God!”

  “Tell us.”

  “I want…I want him to do it…”

  “Want him to do what, Missy?”

  “I want him to…Oh, God! I want him to eat me!”

  “You can do better than that, Missy. What is it you want?”

  God, these two were such bad actors it was unreal. The lines were truly unbelievable but Leah was playing along.

  “Well?”

  “I want…I want him to lick my pussy. I want him to stick his tongue inside me. I want him to make me cum on his tongue.”

  “Um…better, but not quite right, Missy. Try again.”

  “Oh, God! I want him to suck my cunt! Please, now! Suck my cunt and tongue my clit. Make me cum! I want you to do it now! Suck it! Suck my cunt!”

  You could hear them both chuckle and Stan finally sank his head between her legs. The camera angle prevented us from seeing any of the detail of what he was doing but Leah’s reactions were plain enough. He continued to—I suppose—lick and slurp at her, and her reactions soon began to climb off the scale once more.

  “God! Oh God! That feels so good. Don’t stop…please, don’t stop!”

  You couldn’t hear anything from either of the men as Stan continued to work on her and Owen began to play with her breasts.

  “Oh…Christ! I’m not sure how much of that I can take…Jeez! I’m on fire! Oh, God! I’m close…I’m so close to cummmmingggg! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

  Leah hit the pause button once more then leaned in close and put her lips to my ear.

  “Your turn, sugar.”

  She wriggled sinuously and slid the nightie above her waist to provide access, then slowly and sensuously untucked her legs from under her, spreading them apart.

  “Hmmm…have to think about that one.”

  My wife cocked an eyebrow at me in unspoken question. She looked unbearably cute like that, naked from the waist down and questioning above.

  “Depends what happens next.”

  She shrugged. “Stan fucked me, I came a couple of times, then Owen fucked me, I didn’t cum again. Then they took their equipment apart, carried it downstairs and left me there. Stan left at that point. I didn’t see him again. After a few minutes, Owen came back upstairs and unlocked me and we went downstairs and had lunch. No big deal.”

  “So, he didn’t fuck you in the kitchen this time?”

  She grinned. “Thankfully, no.”

  “Now, do you want to have a light snack?” She twitched her hips suggestively. “Or do you want to have a fuller meal later?”

  “How many more sessions did he shoot?”

  She held up two fingers and again I could read an undercurrent of indecision on her face about something that worried her about one of them.

  “Well, what was the first one?”

  “You don’t want that snack at the moment then?”

  I grinned and shook my head. “Regretfully no. I’d like to see the next recording though. What did he make you do?”

  “Tell you what, honey. I’ll set it up to let you watch the second recording and I’ll go and get changed again.”

  This was a little odd. She was giving me the chance to watch this session on my own. I could only think of two reasons, both opposite to each other. One, it was rather vanilla, or secondly, it was something she didn’t want to see.

  “Why aren’t you going to watch it with me?”

  She looked at me steadily. “Two reasons, baby. Firstly I want to get ready for the final session, and that’ll take me longer than the last couple of quick changes. Secondly, as you’ll see, we’ve actually already re-enacted the climax to that shoot, and it was so much better than this afternoon. I don’t want to watch my own second class performance. You’ll see what I mean.”

  Leah winked and pressed the play button once more. She leaned across and nibbled my ear lobe as I watched her on screen, standing in front of Owen in the chair. She began what was clearly a lap-dance sequence.

  “Enjoy, sweetie. I won’t be long. Promise.”

  Before I could say anything, she moved away from me and rose to her feet. I was torn between two delectable sights, my wife dancing sensuously on the screen and her walking away from me, wearing only a nightie, which was still caught up at her waist, leaving her delectable bottom bare. That decision was made for me seconds later as she disappeared up the stairs back to the main room and I turned back to face the screen, settling down to watch her lap dancing debut. Well, I hoped it was her debut.

  Part IX

  She was longer than she said she would be. I think she’d deliberately waited at the top of the stairs to hear Owen tell her what to wear for the last set up. She reappeared at that point and sat down beside me.

  “Well, what did you think of my lap dancing?”

  She giggled as she hit the stop button on the laptop.

  “I have to say, not bad.”

  “Not bad?”

  She made as if to grab one of the cushions to hit me with but I grabbed it off her and we both laughed.

  “Well…it was probably the slowest lap dance I’ve ever seen.”

  Leah mock frowned at me and put her hands on her hips, causing the suit jacket to gape open. I’m not sure if it was intentional but anything I wanted to say went out of the window as I stared at the revealed cleavage. She wasn’t wearing a blouse under the jacket, nor was she wearing a camisole, which she sometimes did in the height of summer. It looked suspiciously like a basque.

  “What?”

  Her question forced me to tear my eyes away from her chest and I managed to raise them to her face.

  “Is it?” I asked.

  “You’ll have to wait and see.”

  Her mocking answer to my question needed a challenge in response. Knowing it would annoy her, I allowed my eyes to roam slowly up and down the length of her, taking in the mini skirt that matched the jacket, the stockings and heels below and that sexily revealed cleavage. Her hair was also pinned up and she’d touched up her makeup. Of course she realised I knew she was wearing a basque. I’d just heard Owe
n tell her to and she was matching her instructions then with her clothing now, item for item.

  “Very nice outfit, darling. Very nice. It’s actually a pity he didn’t get you to lap dance in that. That would have been sexy.”

  I could see she blushed.

  “Did he?”

  Leah shook her head, no.

  “Well, let’s see what he did do then…Come on play the video.”

  She shook her head again, biting her lip.

  “What?”

  “There isn’t a recording.”

  “What?! You said you’d make sure that couldn’t happen. Where did he take you?”

  I was getting angry and I could see Leah was actually getting upset as well. With an effort I calmed down. It wasn’t easy but I managed it.

  “Well, honey, what did he do?”

  “He didn’t break any of our rules, baby, so I couldn’t actually tell him no, could I? We didn’t leave the property. By the time I’d worked out what he was planning it was too late and I had to go along with it.”

  I reached out and took hold of both of her hands, trying to get her to relax too. She was very tense and I could feel her trembling.

  “Tell me, sweetie, I’m not mad at you.”

  “He decided to do a session in my car. He wanted to see a nice, pretty business woman getting nasty and then getting it in her convertible. Obviously I wouldn’t be going anywhere with him so he rigged the set up in the garage while I was putting this outfit on. He’d rigged his lights, even a nice blue backdrop round one side and the back of the car.”

  “Bet that looked real.”

  She laughed and I could feel the trembling cease as she relaxed.

  “Better than the fake scene upstairs earlier.”

  “Should have put a camera in the garage, Leah, sorry, I never thought about it.”

  “I know, honey, I didn’t think about it either. There was nothing I could do. He’d mouse-trapped me into it and I couldn’t back out without him smelling a rat.”

  “Rats don’t smell themselves.”

  Leah snorted.

  “You know what I meant.”

  “So, I guess you’re just going to have to tell me about it.”