Summer Project
Chapter 18

Copyright© 2000 by T.S. Fesseln

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 18 - A stepbrother begins to live his dream of having his stepsister as a slave while their parents are away on vacation.

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Mult   Consensual   NonConsensual   Rape   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Incest   Brother   Sister   BDSM   MaleDom   Rough   Humiliation   Interracial   White Couple   Oriental Female   Oral Sex   Masturbation  

Michelle's orgasm had left her happily drained and she smiled around her red ballgag when Jeff eased her over onto the couch. The oriental girl was still a bit shocked when Jeff had used the riding crop on Stephanie, but she imagined that it was all part of the fantasy Stephanie and Jeff were living out. The metallic voice thing was scary as well, but she thought that it probably just fuelled the fires of the blonde's imagination as well, making her captivity that much more exciting. In many ways, Michelle envied the other girl's sexual incarceration.

Jeff had not loosened either of their bonds before leaving them to fix breakfast. The recorded instructions still droned on in Michelle's headphones and her vibrator continued to hum, keeping the embers of her orgasm glowing hot and ready to erupt again. However, Michelle had ceased really listening to the CD during the morning encounter; having been distracted by the blonde's tongue.

Stephanie lay curled on the floor in front of Michelle, her hips rocking to the song of her own vibe; clearly still as horny as Michelle was. Watching the blonde writhe helplessly only helped fan Michelle's own desires. With her hands tied behind her back in a rope harness and her legs held wide open by the spreader bar, there was no way for her to aid the vibrator in getting herself off.

"I see you are still hungry, slave," Jeff smiled down at the captive Michelle, talking softly.

Michelle nodded, mewling into her gag. She was delighted to see that Jeff's erection hadn't softened. To her, it was dragon that she wanted to tame in the worst possible way.

"I hope you don't mind, but we are eating in our formal dining room this morning but I wouldn't worry too much about the dress code. You look delicious and I certainly wouldn't want to change that."

Jeff knelt down and unfastened her ankles from the spreader bar, only to tie them back together again tightly. He then helped the bound oriental girl up and took hold of her noose which still hung loosely around her neck. A gentle tug and Michelle hopped behind her captor as he led her into the dining room.

The room was dominated by a large cherry wood dining table, gleaming in the morning sun that streamed through lace curtains. A sparkling glass chandelier spread its glitter over the table and matching hutch. In the center of the table, Jeff had folded a quilted comforter as well as several pillows.

Michelle squealed into her gag as Jeff lifted her up and sat her on the comforter. He then lifted her legs and twisted them around until Michelle had wriggled herself onto her stomach, her head hanging over the edge of the table. Michelle felt her ankles being freed from their bindings briefly before Jeff took each one and tied it tightly against her thigh in a tight frog tie.

The string tying her big toes together was something of a surprise, but a wonderful one. With every tight rope or cuff, Michelle felt that much more helpless and vulnerable to whatever Jeff wanted to do to her. That kept Michelle's fires burning hotter and hotter.

Snap!

Michelle screamed into her gag as Jeff slapped her ass with the riding crop.

"No cumming until I command you to, slave," Jeff said standing over her with the crop in hand.

Michelle nodded, whimpering into her gag. The crop stung but not nearly as much as she imagined it would.

The work on her toes was not over as she felt another piece of string cinching her big toes together and pulling them tightly toward her bound wrists crossed between her shoulder blades. Now every little movement pulled at something; a feeling that sent warm, lustful wafts rushing through her.

Next the oriental girl felt ropes being tied around her knees. Squirming around, she could see that Jeff was tying the left rope to one of the table legs, but he wasn't drawing it taut. The other knee rope just dangled over the table's edge.

Jeff moved back over in front of her and his erection pointed directly at Michelle's gagged face. He bent over and kissed her on the forehead.

"I will be right back, slave," he whispered before going back out into the living room and out of her sight.

Michelle writhed in her bonds a bit, testing the limits of her captivity and she found out happily that Jeff did indeed do good work. There was no way she could get herself out of this. The rope harness that Jeff had bound her wrists to this morning still had no slack and the way her legs and toes were tied, the best the Chinese girl could hope for was to wriggle around a bit. Jeff still hadn't turned off her vibrator and even pressing herself into the table didn't bring her any closer to cumming. Michelle found herself moaning in frustration.

"There, there, slave, do you want me to use the crop on you again?" Jeff asked.

Michelle shook her head no, moaning into her gag.

"Are you sure? It looks to me that you are trying to get yourself off."

Again, Michelle shook her head and pleaded with her mewls.

Jeff smiled and held up a couple more bondage items, a ring gag similar to what his Stephanie was wearing and a black leather blindfold.

"I lied about the dress code, slave," Jeff grinned, "there are a few items that I am requiring you to wear before we eat."

Michelle felt her ball gag being unbuckled and the ball being pulled from her mouth with a slight web of drool.

"Not a word, slave," her captor said as her gently wiped her mouth with a napkin.

Jeff gently inserted the leather wrapped ring behind her teeth before buckling the gag tightly, the straps cutting into the corners of her mouth. He gave her another warm kiss on the forehead before placing the blindfold over her eyes and tightening it.

"Don't go anywhere, slave, I will be right back."

Jeff could tell that his step-sister was still wanting from her rhythmic writhing as she lay curled on the carpet. Her hands were still bound between her shoulder blades, being held there by her harness of rope and her knees and ankles were bound together as well. The power of her own orgasm left Stephanie drained and she had collapsed onto the carpet as soon as the stranger had let go of his embrace.

Truth be told, Stephanie's orgasm hadn't completely gone away. With her vibrator on high, it still was wreaking erotic havoc with her libido. Little mini flares of pure bliss kept erupting through her as she lay on her side, drool running out of ring gag and down the side of her face. She was still in the dark, with her white latex hood encasing her head and covering her eyes leaving her in her own little world.

 
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