The Bound Lily

by L. L. Chance

  I felt Billy’s hands grab my tits when they changed places, his manicured fingers tweaking, twisting, and pinching my nipples relentlessly while Claude slid slowly in and out of me. The combined sensations were overwhelming and in almost no time at all I got the release I’d been dying for.

  They both redoubled their efforts when they saw me start to cum, and Claude even began flicking my clit which drove me absolutely wild. My orgasm was so powerful I could barely breathe, and wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure filled every fiber of my being until I thought I might explode.

  I was still cumming when Claude reached his limit and shot his sperm deep inside me, and he simply held himself there while he came, letting my twitching and pulsing vaginal muscles milk him for all he was worth.

  I think that might’ve been the most satisfying orgasm I’d ever had, especially since my body was primed and ready to accept his seed. It would be a while before I could be sure it took, but I had a good feeling about it. Suck on that one, Claire!

  Playing the Game

  “I don’t know about you, but I sure worked up an appetite,” Billy said.

  “Why don’t we hit that diner down the road, the one with the good fried chicken?”

  “That sounds great, but what do we do with the slut?”

  “Aw, she ain’t going anywhere. Even if she somehow got free, where’s she gonna go naked and ten miles from the nearest house? I can just picture her walking up to some farmer’s front door with cum dripping out of her cooch and asking to use his phone.”

  “I guess you’re right,” Billy agreed. “Let’s get some fuel in our tanks so we can pick up where we left off. She’s got the sweetest ass I’ve ever had, and I wanna hit it at least a few dozen more times before we get down to some serious business.”

  “Let’s go. I also wanna hit that gas station just down the highway to the left and pick up some more beer,” Claude said as they walked away.

  I heard them get into the car and drive off, leaving me naked and alone, still bound bent over the sawhorse. I briefly wondered if the game was over, but their parting comments made me think. I flexed my wrists and found the ropes to be only somewhat tight, but not anywhere close enough to where I could slip out of them.

  What I did find was that the knots were within reach of my fingers, and I began the slow process of working them loose. It was a rookie mistake that Claude would never make in a million years unless he actually wanted me to escape. I would’ve smiled if the gag didn’t have my mouth frozen in place.

  It took me maybe fifteen minutes to get my first hand free, and then it was a piece of cake to remove the rest of my restraints. It was a real relief to get the gag out of my mouth, and I guzzled a whole bottle of water from their cooler once I was ambulatory and got my jaw working properly again.

  There wasn’t much inside the barn that was useful, but I went to my shredded pile of clothes and picked up my sweater. The sleeves were cut off and the front was split down the middle, but I put it on like a vest and used the remnants of my T-shirt like a sash to hold it closed.

  There wasn’t enough left of my jeans to do anything with, so I regretfully let them fall back to the floor and went to the door. I peeked through the crack and the yard looked empty so I stepped outside and slipped around the corner to plan my next move.

  Claude’s offhand comments about the highway and gas station had to be a clue about what he expected me to do next, so I started down the road, ready to hit the bushes at the slightest sound of any approaching vehicle. If he wanted me to play the game, then I was damn well going to give him a run for his money.

  The light was starting to get bad and I wound up doing more stumbling than any real walking, so I was glad I still had my sneakers. I almost made it to the highway when I saw headlights turn down the track I was on and head my way.

  I dove for the ditch and immediately regretted it, since it was steeper than I thought and I immediately began tumbling out of control. I landed hard at the bottom and clenched my chest where brambles on the way down had torn away my flimsy clothes and left ugly red scratches on the sensitive flesh.

  I held my breath as they drove by, feeling extremely lucky they hadn’t seen me, keeping completely still until I couldn’t hear them anymore. Climbing out of the steep ditch was harder than I thought, and I lost a lot of valuable time before making it to the top.

  Too much time, it seemed, since I heard them coming up fast behind me. Knowing I was close to the highway, I decided to risk running for it, thinking that I’d win if I made it into public view. I never even got close.

  I knew it was Billy who grabbed me because of the shirt he wore. On all the planets in every conceivable multi-dimensional alternate universe, I knew with utmost certainty there couldn’t possibly be another shirt so incredibly ugly.

  He lay on top of me as I struggled to get free, the gravel on the road scraping my already sore breasts, while Claude quickly and efficiently took away my freedom with oversized zip-ties. He went massively overboard, using around eight to hold my legs together, another eight to weld my arms together behind my back, and then a final one to pull me into a tight hogtie.

  Billy had been muffling my mouth with a cupped hand, and the second I felt his hold weaken, I opened wide to scream as loud as I could. It was a stupid mistake, since he was ready and waiting with a foam toy football, which he slowly crammed into my mouth until the whole thing was trapped behind my lips.

  Using one hand to hold my head up by pulling on my hair, he held my jaw closed over the massive foam gag with his other hand, while Claude wrapped my head with duct tape. He used the entire roll, and my face was completely covered by the sticky stuff. I was so effectively gagged I could barely hear my own whimpers by the time he was done.

  As a final insult, a burlap sack was pulled over my head and tied around my neck. I felt them pick me up and heave me into the trunk, the lid closing above me sounding ominous in its finality. Once again, I was blind, mute, and immobile, awaiting transport to some unknown fate. I was also starting to get wet again.

  ***

  It was impossible for me to keep track of time, but it was a much longer trip than it would’ve been if we were just going back to the barn. After an eternity or two we finally arrived somewhere and I felt fresh, cooler air as they opened the trunk.

  They lifted me out and roughly dumped me on what felt like a hospital gurney, strapping me down and carrying me for quite a ways before lowering the wheels and confirming my suspicions. I had no clue what was going to happen next, but was glad to be out of the barn. I really hated the smell of old horseshit, and the dust there had almost driven me crazy.

  In contrast, this place smelled clean and almost sterile. In fact, it practically reeked of strong disinfectants, and I had visions of some sort of private hospital. It wasn’t long before they stopped and took me off the gurney, cutting the hogtie band and letting my useless legs flop down.

  I felt a powerful pins and needles sensation when they cut all the straps below my knees away, but before removing the rest, they put heavy, padded cuffs over my ankles and tied them off to something. I heard an electric winch start at the same time as I felt my feet rise up into the air, and only once I’d completely lost contact with the ground did they finally shut it off.

  The rest of the straps were cut away and my arms were left dangling, just as useless from the lack of circulation as my legs had been. They were pulled out to the sides and cuffed in place, pulling me almost into a spread eagle, but not quite. The difference was academic from my point of view, though.

  It took them ages to remove the mass of sticky tape from the lower part of my head, and just before the foam ball was removed I was cautioned against making even the slightest peep. Even though I knew this was just a game, the seriousness of his voice made speaking an option I wouldn’t be considering.

  I did gasp audibly when I felt the strong jet of water hit my stomach, but I guess my reaction was expected since the
sodden foam mass wasn’t shoved back in place. I was scrubbed with rough brushes on both sides at once, and since someone was still directing the water jet over me, knew there was at least one more player in the game now.

  While I was glad to get rid of the grit and grime of the day, I wished they would’ve been a little easier on me. Whoever was controlling the hose even shoved it up my ass and gave me a good internal cleansing before resuming rinse duty. I felt both violated and exhausted by the time they finished and lowered me to the floor again.

  I felt a set of hands on each limb pick me up and place me in a cold metal seat. Ok, that meant there were four people now, so Claire must be in on it as well. I wasn’t exactly pleased about it, but figured she wouldn’t try to pull something with everyone around, especially since I was acting out Claude’s special fantasy.

  It felt almost like I was in a gynecologist’s chair, but not exactly. Whatever it was had a lot of straps, and I was very efficiently restrained in no time at all. All except my right leg, that is, and the reason why that limb was left out soon became apparent.

  I felt four bent metal struts press against my leg and strapped in place, leaving me movement only at the hip and foot. Starting at the ankle, I felt some sort of tape wrap around everything, with only a slight pause whenever they came to the next strap so they could remove it.

  When they got to the top of my thigh they reversed the process and went back down to my ankle, and no cast in the world could’ve held my leg more immobile. They repeated the process on my other leg, and then each arm in turn.

  What felt like the strictest posture collar I’d ever felt went not only around my neck, but over my shoulders and under my armpits. A ring gag went into my mouth before they finished installing the collar, and with how restrictive everything was, I had no doubt they wouldn’t have been able to open my mouth wide enough to gag me if they tried after they were done with it.

  The shoulder portions apparently had built-in rings, since I felt my body being pulled up by them until I was ‘sitting’ upright. I hadn’t been expecting it but I should have; the most heavily boned corset they could find was soon making me gasp for air, with mere millimeters of lung space available to keep me alive.

  This particular corset wasn’t just evil in its ability to compress me into Barbie doll proportions, but it also had holes for my breasts that were at least two sizes too small. It meant that as the laces were pulled taut, my tits were forced through the holes until it felt like they were poking out an obscene distance away from where my chest really was.

  My limbs were tied off and pulled apart until I was in an awkward position with my legs spread wide and my arms up like I was trying to hug someone. Once they were satisfied, I heard Claude ask for liquid latex spray guns at the same moment as a full-head breathing mask was strapped over my face.

  They must’ve blasted me with at least two dozen coats before being satisfied with the thickness, and I could hardly move a finger with how restrictive it was. I felt cooler air between my legs as the overspray was removed to expose my pussy and ass, and finally figured it out; I had just been transformed into a latex sex doll!

  I felt myself being lifted off the chair and placed onto a softer surface, but my legs and arms stayed locked in place no matter how hard I struggled. This was a level of bondage I’d never even imagined possible, yet I didn’t feel the least bit scared for some reason. I guess I really trusted Claude, and everyone else too.

  I didn’t have long to contemplate that thought, since I was swarmed by the whole lot of them at once, and driven to distraction almost instantly by their combined attentions. After mauling me almost to the point of climax, I was grabbed and flipped over, landing on top of one of them.

  I felt one of the girls slide down in front of my face, the sweet smell of her musk making it impossible to mistake her for a guy. The harsh lift from the posture collar meant my mouth was at the perfect angle to service her, and I darted my tongue out the moment I felt her settle in place.

  At the other end, I felt a cold tube slide up my bum and begin pumping so much lubricant up there that it was gushing out like mad. The overflow was rubbed in and around both holes, although I doubt it was needed at this point.

  I felt Claude enter my pussy again with almost no resistance whatsoever due to the massive amount of grease they’d used, and while he was still sliding in, felt a second presence press against my asshole. Holy shit, they were both going to take me at the same time!

  It was all I could do to remember to keep my tongue in motion with the incredible feeling of being stuffed by the two men I cared most about in the whole world happening at the other end. I couldn’t move a muscle other than my tongue, yet my whole body felt like one big nerve ending, and I could’ve swore I felt the thrust of their cocks make my tongue dart out like I really was a blow-up doll overfilled with air.

  I lost track of how many times I came over the next hundred years, or however long it really was, but it was somewhere between ‘many’ and ‘lots’. The boys must’ve taken a double dose of Viagra as well, since they kept going long into the night, and whenever one of them flagged, that hole was almost immediately filled with a vibrating strap-on that kept me cumming away until the last few brain cells I had remaining raised the white flag in surrender.

  They might’ve kept on indefinitely, but eventually my body overloaded, and with one final orgasm, blackness took me away.

  ***

  It seemed strange that my head and mouth were free and I could see again, but I wasn’t sure why. As a few more neurons began firing, I started to remember what had happened last night, and I groaned out loud at the aches and pains my body was telling me I should be concerned about. My faint noises drew Claude’s attention, and he leaned over my head with a worried look on his face.

  “How are you doing, little one,” he gently asked.

  “I feel like I was worked hard and put away wet,” I croaked.

  “Let me get you a drink of water.”

  He held a straw to my lips and let me take only the tiniest of sips before pulling it away. He repeated the procedure dozens of times, and eventually I began to feel at least somewhat human again.

  “Well,” I began. “Was that the game you expected?”

  “It was, dear, and a whole lot more. It’s hard to explain to someone else, but I’ll give it a try. You’ve known me for a while now, and know that there’s very little I want that I don’t already have. As such, my unfulfilled fantasies tend to be darker or more intense, since if it was easy, I’d have already done in ten times since Sunday.”

  “I guess I can see that,” I replied.

  “All my free time is spent controlling you, or to a lesser extent, Sylvia, yet there’s always that pesky common sense thing holding me back. What you did was let me release those pent up urges in a way that can’t be duplicated in the dungeon.”

  “You wanted to kidnap someone?”

  “Not until your little stunt with Claire,” he chuckled. “When I heard in detail what you put her through, I became almost obsessed with the thought of doing it myself. You gave her the experience of a lifetime, and while I hate to admit it, I was pretty damn jealous.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. You didn’t do anything wrong, and when you offered to be on the receiving end and fulfill my fantasy, I thought my heart might explode. I pulled in every favor owed to me to make it happen, and you played your part flawlessly.”

  “Can you give me a few details about how you pulled it off?”

  “I shouldn’t reveal my secrets, but I guess I owe you that much at least. First off, we siphoned the gas out of your old clunker to make sure you stalled out before you got too far. A large infusion of cash made sure the first person to find you was a friend of mine, and while he made sure he was gone before any ‘funny business’ occurred, he also made sure we wouldn’t get arrested by a real cop.”

  “How did you disguise your voices? I honestly didn’t fi
gure it out until I smelled your cologne.”

  “Ah, I noticed the change in your body language when you figured out it was us, but I didn’t know how you knew. For the voice, there’s a gas called sulfur hexafluoride that’s six times denser than air. It’s the exact opposite of helium which is six times lighter than air, and as such, it deepens the voice instead of making one sound like an annoying cartoon rodent.”

  “I’ve never heard of it before, but it sure worked great,” I admitted. “Where are we?”

  “We’re at home, out in the back forty, as the saying goes. I figured I’d never get another shot at this, so I paid through the nose to get a new building put up in record time. We can be back at the house within a half-hour if you’re up to the trip.”

  “That sounds lovely, but what about my restraints?” I finally asked. “If your fantasy is over, then why am I still stuck in this mess of steel and rubber?”

  “Who said anything about my fantasy being over?” he laughed. “I’m your White Knight, remember? I just saved you from the dastardly villains, but am unable to free you from their evil concoctions. That suit probably came from another planet or some shit, and it might be weeks before Billy, my most trusted scientist, can free you from it.”

  “Oh God, I died and woke up in a late night B-grade movie. Shoot me now.”

  “I might shoot you, but not with a bullet,” he replied, climbing on top of me. “In fact, I’ll be happy to ‘shoot you’ anytime you want. Billy told us about your suspicions, and while I’m shocked you could think so little of Claire, I can’t believe how far you were willing to go to in order to help us.”

  “Then Claire…”

  “Your suspicions were completely unfounded, and Billy even has the negative test results to prove it. Sylvia simply had a miscarriage when she was a teen that left it hard for her to bear children. Despite what you may think of Claire, she’s actually one of the top fertility experts in the world, and was trying to help.”