Her Stepfather's Slave [fiction]

[hermionegranger026]

Don't stop!! It just got good!!

[TheFloss]

Haha, ok! And thanks you guys for the comments! They mean a lot! Here's another installment, which I suppose could be called, "The get tied up even more, I guess."

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The woman stood over our taped and cuffed forms, "You said you only had a daughter. Who's this kid? Who the fuck are you?" She asked me, nudging my bare butt with her sneakers. The woman had a perm her stylist had probably warned her against, and a sweatshirt featuring a large iron-on of a winking cat in a yarn basket. It was actually a pretty sweet sweatshirt.

She gave me another nudge as I lay there sputtering, still holding my gag in my hand.

May's stepfather appeared in the doorway, groggy, and obviously a bit uncomfortable, "It's her friend from school- he was looking in the back window. I didn't know what to do."

"Well you sure did something!" the woman snapped. She knelt down over us, "Did you- gag your own daughter on her friends cock?" She gave a sharp laugh, and reached out and grabbed May's cheeks, squeezing them as if expecting to feel my penis inside. "You have to be joking. You left their hands cuffed in front of them? Look- he took out his gag, and was working on the tape. They would have escaped by morning."

May's stepfather muttered something, but the woman stood and turned to face him, "It's a good thing I came by tonight, Erik, or you probably would have woken up to a room full of cops."

I looked down at May, and she glanced up at me as well as she was able. Her eyes were scared- but I didn't know if it was because she knew this woman, or didn't.

"Well look. It's not like I've tied up a lot of people before," Erik finally responded.

"Obviously," said the woman.

"Alright then- how would you have done it?"

Accepting the challenge, the woman searched for Erik's bag, and rummaged through it, pulling out a few strands of rope. She sat down behind my butt and leaned over me.

"If you wanna keep a boy put, anchor his balls. He isn't going anywhere," she said, snaking her hand out and firmly grabbing my balls in her cold hand. She wrapping the middle of the rope tightly around the base of my sack a few times, and tied of off. It pinched my skin a bit, and I gave a little 'ow'.

"Oh I'm sorry- did I hurt you?" The woman asked, before giving my face a tremendous slap. "Erik, put his gag back in," the woman ordered, before going back to work on my balls. Erik, now seeming almost timid by comparison to this absurd presence, squatted down next to us and ripped the gag from my hand. He fastened it back into my mouth, locking it even tighter than before. He then cast his gaze on his tormented step daughter.

"So May- your first man. Big day for you. How's he taste?"

"krmmph phrermmm," May angrily yelled into my penis- what I can only assume was some variation of "Fuck you!" I shuddered a little.

"Ooooo-" said the woman, "He likes it when you yell!"

May downright screamed, shaking her head around and pulling on every available limb. The thick chain connecting her ankle to the stove rattled around. We were surrounded by insane adults, and I think her reaction was appropriate.

WHAP! WHAP WHAP WHAP!

Four enormous swats came down on May's ass. Far from calming her down, they instead caused her to scream even louder. My penis was flopping around in her mouth, bouncing against her tongue and teeth. I was desperately hoping in all her stress she wouldn't bite down.

Her freakout came to an end when the woman took one end of the rope from my balls and wrapped it around her neck. She gave a final murmer as she felt the rope wrap against her windpipe. Not tightly- but enough to mean business. The woman cinched it off with a few knots, and sat back a bit.

"See Erik, attach her neck to his balls, and neither of them can pull too hard. Oh this is a beautiful thing. Look at him!" She slid over and looked into my eyes, and gently ran a finger along the rim of my ear. "I have to admit, he's beautiful."

"So you're glad we have a boy now?" Erik said, trying to redeem himself.

"I still think we only have a boy because you're a damn fool- but I think I could get used to having this kid as my little plaything." She leaned forward and spoke in mock babytalk right into my face, "You're nothing but my little toy now, cutie! I've always wanted a spry little sex slave," She said, pinching my cheek, then experimentally pinching my nipple. I flinched despite myself, and she gave a knowing smile.

"NOW!" the woman continued, "To make the final touches." She ripped the carabiner of keys off of Erik's belt, and started trying to find the one that opened my cuffs. "Be ready to hold his hands, Erik," and he gripped my forearms like a vice. With a few tries, she found the right key, and one side of the cuffs were released. Erik wrangled and twisted so that my arms were behind me, and with a simple click, I was re-secured with my hands behind my back.

"If you're going to leave them unsupervised, always always keep their hands behind their back. But that's not all," she said, and reached down between my legs, fumbling around with my balls from the rear. She found the other unused end of rope, and pulled it out so it rested between my butt cheeks. Deftly pulling my hands towards my butt, she knotted the rope to the cuffs, successfully securing my hands to my balls. I gave an experimental tug, and the pressure went straight to my ballsack.

"Oh this is gonna be even more fun with her," the woman said. She grabbed another piece of rope, and took no time wrapping it around the small of May's waist. "You don't know this yet," the woman said reassuringly, "but crotch ropes are one of the best pleasures in life."

She knotted the rope, and pulled it swiftly between May's legs, bringing it back up the other side and tucking it under the rope belt. She pulled it tight, and May inhaled sharply. After a few more knots, it was secure. The woman used the same ring of keys and pulled May's hands away from where they'd been pressed to her chest for the past hour. She unlocked them quickly, and refastened her hands behind her, where they were likewise secured to the rope passing snugly through her legs. I wondered if the rope actually went through her vagina, or just passed by on the sides. May gave another little gasp that I think answered that question. She grabbed the belt from my pants and secured my knees to May's waist as well, ensuring we were as pressed together as possible. I felt her breasts pressing against me.

"Where's yours?" Erik asked.

"Mine? You mean Mutt? She's already packed. I left her at my place. Oh- thinking of her like she is right now gets me so... Come on Erik. These two are good until morning.

She stood up and leered at our secured forms.

"Oh- we're gonna have so much fun! This is so messed up!" She picked up the keys from the floor, grabbed the front waistband of Erik's boxers, and pulled him roughly down the hall towards the bedroom.

[molten man]

Amazing.. Keep it going...

[SofieJeske]

Getting better and better

[spankme554]

Such a great story! I can't wait until the next installment!

[TheFloss]

The next morning found me bound back to the chair I'd been fastened to the night before, with my hands tied fiercely behind the chairback with a black rubber ball gag strapped in my mouth. The woman sat immediately next to me.

May was in the kitchen, still on her chain- though her hands were now cuffed in front of her. The woman had said that was alright, as long as she was supervised. She was currently on her tiptoes getting everything out of the top shelf of the cupboard.

Her stepfather had instructed her to pack everything of value in the kitchen into boxes. He was outside loading various stuff into a truck. They had initially tried to set up a system so they could have me do it, but quickly realized it was a bit impractical.

The rest of the night before had passed by more or less uneventfully- though not entirely without incident. I woke up a few time to May gagging on my morning wood, and I woke up a few to May grinding her teeth in her sleep (I don't wanna talk about it). Needless to say, we had both breathed a sign of relief when they had untaped her head from my genitals, and slowly pulled my wet penis out of the slit in her gag. As for me, I was just pleased I hadn't inadvertently orgasmed while in her mouth. But hey- what are friends for. They'd given us both sips of juice, then the gags had gone back in (or- in May's case- been re-sealed). Her face had been wrapped in tape for the past 8 hours. I was hoping it wasn't too uncomfortable.

"So- any STDs or parasites? HIV?" The woman had been asking me questions for the past few minutes. I think she found it funny. I shook my head, watching May unload some boxes of spices. Her lower back dimpled just over her butt as she stood on toptoe to reach the top shelf.

"Ah yes- she's certainly something to watch, isn't she," the woman mused, "If I didn't know better, I'd say she'd been airbrushed. Of course, when it comes to sex..." the woman's arm snaked out and brushed my thigh. I felt my nerves go on high alert. "There's a lot more to than just great calves. There's experience." She brushed just the tip of my penis with her hand, then suddenly reached up and grabbed my nipple, giving it a firm tweak and holding onto it. I squirmed a bit in my bonds. She kept twisting, a few degrees more every second, and stopped at about 180 degrees. I gave a muffled groan, and the woman released me. She looked over at May thoughtfully, got up, and started rummaging through some of the boxes.

"Aha!" she said, pulling out a bottle of olive oil. She gave a laugh, "'Extra virgin'! May! Turn to face us."

May put down a mug and shamefully turned around, lowering her cuffed hands to rest in front of her privates. "Arms out in front of you," the woman ordered, and after glancing at me quickly, May did so. Even though we'd been secured together nude the entire night, neither of us really had gotten all that great a view of the other's naked body. In the light of day, and from a distance, we were both still mortified by our predicaments.

With a laugh, the woman plugged the top of the olive oil and poured some of it on top of May's bare shoulders, and a little trail down her arms. May shuddered visibly. The woman put down the olive oil, and started rubbing what she had poured all over May's skin, starting at the top and working her way down. She quickly got to the breasts, and May jumped back a step.

"What? Never been groped before? Keep still, or I'll put a clothespin on your clit." May held still, and the woman rubbed the oil into her breasts. "Ideally, we'd have loverboy over there rub this in," said the woman as she pulled the oil down May's back, "but untying him from that chair is too much hassle. And if there's one thing I hate, it's hassle." She started rubbing the oil around May's ass, and May pulled uncomfortably- jumping when the woman slathered a bit right down the middle of her ass crack.

As the woman worked, the oil coating May in a sleek sheen, making her almost reflective. If her body had looked immaculate before, now it almost seemed artificial.

"Look at that," said the woman, finishing- "now she looks just like one of those porn stars. We'll definitely have to do something about that bush." Oil clung to May's pubes, and she blushed, trying to turn around to hide herself from me. She'd never been objectified like this before.

The front door slammed shut.

"Right! The truck's loaded up. Let's ditch this shithole," her stepfather barked, entering the kitchen. He surveyed the situation. "Well it's nice to see you've been working. Why is my stepdaughter covered in oil?"

"I thought it'd be flattering," said the woman, charmingly.

"I- I was going to fasten 'em to the couch. Now she'll get oil all over it," her stepfather protested.

May and I grunted in shock. He'd already loaded the couch into the truck. I think we'd both assumed that once they had the truck packed, they'd drive off and leave us to fend for ourselves here- if he was going to tie us to the couch, that meant they planned on taking us to wherever they were going.

"Ohh- poor baby," the woman purred, looking patronizingly at Erik. She grabbed May's cuffed hands. "I'm sure, in the history of the world, that your enslaved stepdaughter getting a little oil on her isn't the worst thing to have happened."

She pulled downwards on May's hands suddenly, throwing her off balance. May caught herself, but the end result was that May was now doubled over, with her ass in the air, and her arms held down by that woman. May gave a scream into her gag. Her petite ass, glimmering with oil, was now exposed to her father- who looked almost bashful.

"Do it, Erik. Fuck her. It'll make you feel better. You haven't had a chance to unwind since your wife died."

May twisted and pulled against her restraints and the woman, cursing through her clamped jaw. Her stepfather stared at her bobbing hips and swinging breasts- as did I. He gave a cough.

"Let's get this last bit in the truck," her stepfather finally decided, picking up one of the boxes May had just packed.

An hour later found us barreling down the freeway in Erik's massive enclosed pickup truck, Erik and the woman sat up in the cab, and May and I lay roped on the floor of the truck, side by side in our birthday suits. She looked into my eyes, and through her still gagged mouth said what I can only assume was, "I'm sorry."

[molten man]

This story keeps on getting better!!!

[deadmaninc99]

Absolutely brilliant. Can't wait for the next chapter

[archie21]

interesting.. kidnap, bondage, male and female and an unknown female element to be introduced.. nice touches... like it.

[SofieJeske]

we need the next part!! I like the story

[LonelyGuy101]

I like it but I would like there to be an ending too soon.

[MissEmily]

Great story, keep going! xx

[Officelover]

So far, this is a masterpiece. I've always liked your writing, Floss. Keep it up. I feel like the characters are going to be developed really well. It's very original.

[sexykat]

Please continue! This story is amazing!

[TheFloss]

alright! Got settled into a new place, and finally able to tackle writing again! Wasn't totally in the right headspace, so it's a little weird- BUT! Hopefully I can build up some momentum, and write some stuff a bit longer than this.

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No sooner had I decided to take a nap than we were stopping again. The truck pulled along a road, parked, and the engine shut off. I heard them leave the truck. After a minute, I decided to give an experimental scream into my gag for help- the results were depressing. There was no way anyone outside the truck would hear me.

I looked over at May sitting beside me, being careful not to glance too long at her body. She grimaced. We had been secured to the couch in the most basic way possible. Our arms were slung tightly over the top of the couch, and tied with rope that wrapped around the back and under the couch to connect to our feet. It was like a massive hogtie, but with a couch in the way. Basic- and we could still slide side too side- but there wasn't any way we'd be able to slip over the armrests.

We waited for half an hour. I decided to try napping again. The couch was too short to support my head though, so every time I was about to zonk out, my head would start to sag, and I'd snap awake. Beside me, it appeared May was having the same problem.

Hoping she wouldn't find me too forward, I slowly started sliding over towards her, alternating between sliding my hands, then my legs. May noticed, and stared at me impassively. Upon reaching her, I leaned into her gently, and slowly tilted my head towards hers. I was worried she would think it was romantic or something, but if we still had who-knows-how-many hours to sit in the car, we may as well make ourselves comfortable. I rested my head on hers, and she understood, and after a pause tilted her head to rest on my shoulder. We had barely slept the night before, and in an instant, we were nodding off again.

SLAM!

The back door rolled opened, and we opened our eyes with a start, blinking as sunlight poured into the truck. Erik and the woman stood in the doorway, with a small dog kennel. They hefted it up into the truck, and slid it towards May and I.

"Alright! Let's go!" said the woman.

"You're not going to leave her like that..." Erik said, unsure.

"Why not?"

"She's been in there since last night!"

The woman smiled, "Oh, since before then!"

"You're unbelievable."

"Thank you."

I took time now to glance at the kennel, and noticed what I hadn't before; there were a pair of cuffed hands, a scrawny butt, and a pair of chained feet pressed up against the locked steel grill of the entrance. It looked like an optical illusion; there was no way a human could be crammed inside a space that tight- but there she was, bound into a tight ball and locked inside the kennel. How did I know it was a she? Ah! Well. Easily. Very very easily.

A small totally hairless vagina was cradled without fanfare beneath her pinioned hips. I had no idea how old she was (and still don't), except that she was obviously younger than May and I. Everything I could see of her was smeared with dirt or tiny scrapes. This girl had suffered.

And this woman was going to leave her in there?

"What are we looking at? We have a long way to go!" The woman yelled, and Erik pulled the door down. In another minute, the truck was driving along once again.

I stared at the ass as we bounced down the road, captivated. Who was attached to it? Was she as much a victim as we were? From the looks of it, probably moreso. I saw the muscles in her butt flinch occasionally, and heard a couple little gasps of pain, but besides that, she was silent.

Oh that poor girl.

May was staring at her also. I think we were both feeling guilty about thinking we had it rough a minute before. May shifted uncomfortably.

Regardless, ten minutes later, we had fallen asleep on each other's shoulders.