Chapter 2

The vibrator hummed within Rachel as she leaned forward, her hands taped behind her back. She could smell her friend Cindy's arousal; Rachel's nose was mere inches from her friends' pussy. Rachel could feel Cindy grind her hips against the chain that held Rachel down. Even blindfolded, Rachel knew that the chain that ran from her collared neck was somehow lasciviously connected to her blonde friend's slit.

"Now, Mrs. Newark," her captor whispered into her ear, "don't let that little toy fall out while you are enjoying yourself. If you do, there will be alot of pain for both you and Cindy here. Understand?"

Rachel nodded her head.

"Now as for you, dear Cindy... " the masked man continued as he walked behind the couch and rustled in his bag, "... I can't keep this mask on all day, so you are just going to have to be blindfolded again, my lovely."

Cindy shook her head but she knew that the blindfold would go on anyway. She was helpless to stop him, with her hands bound behind her back and her ankles tied wide apart to the couch's front legs. With little effort, the intruder strapped a leather blindfold over Cindy's blue eyes and buckled it tightly into place.

"There now... much better. Now I will get on with this weekend's activities, ladies. Don't go away."

The man took off the ski mask. He was glad to be rid of it. The mask tended to be itchy and hot. Besides, people would wonder why the plumber was wearing a ski mask when he went out to the van for things.

Outside, the morning chill still lingered in the shadows. The day was young and the stranger had so many things he wanted to do. A weekend was not enough time for those two in there. They deserved more quality time together to learn about their sexuality... even if it was forced.

From inside the van, the stranger took out a large chest. It was nearly empty save for a few items that he could not fit into his black nylon bag or his toolbox. It would be filled, however, and soon, as well as the other large chest he had still in the van. In the meantime, he had more than enough 'tools' to keep the girls tied up and entertained for a while in a wide variety of ways.

The stranger whistled as he came back and shut the door. The chest wasn't heavy, per se, but it was bulky and he had a bit of trouble carting it upstairs. Once at the top of the stairs, he went directly into the blonde's bedroom.

Cindy's bedroom was perfect for what he wanted. In the center was a huge old Victorian brass bed complete with canopy. The sheets were still in disarray from last night's struggles and he had yet to use all of the bed's assets. He dropped the chest down and decided he had better check on his girls to make sure they were behaving before getting stuff ready for their next adventure.

He paused half way down the stairs to enjoy the view. He could see the brunette kneeling, her head in the blonde's lap. Both were struggling but their struggles were not as violent as before. The intruder could imagine that Cindy was exhausted from her efforts and he knew Rachel was trying her damnedest to not have that vibrator slip from her grip.

All of Rachel's concentration was upon her pussy and keeping the vibrator within her. She could feel it slowly slipping out because of its incessant humming and the juices of her shameful arousal. If she gripped it too hard, she would squeeze it out of herself. If she let lose too much, the vibrator would just slip right out of her. She never had to keep control over her intimate muscles like this before and it was one of the most difficult things she had ever been asked to do. What was worse was she felt an orgasm slowly building within her, lurking like a demon amongst the little licks of pleasure the vibrator was sending deep into her soul. If she were to give into it and let it engulf her, she would indeed lose the vibrator and gain whatever punishments and pains the rapist had in mind.

The intruder came down the rest of the stairs.

"How are you doing, Mrs. Newark?" he smiled, "I can see your little friend is slipping out of you a bit, huh?"

Rachel's tears were all the answer the intruder got.

"I will ask you one more time, Mrs. Newark and I expect an answer. If I do no get one, I will make you feel such pain that you will wish that you were dead. Do you understand, Mrs. Newark?"

"Uuuhhh-hhhuhhh," Rachel nodded her head.

"Okay, is your vibrator slipping out of you?" he asked.

Rachel moaned into her gag and nodded her head, her long, auburn curls covering her reddened, tear-streaked face.

Rachel felt the intruder gently ease the vibrator back up inside her all the way, it's vibrating nub solidly against her now-swollen clit. She fought down the pyretic bliss that was raging and threatening to engulf her, letting out a low, deep moan like that of a wounded animal.

"Are you about to cum, Mrs. Newark?" the intruder asked

Rachel paused for a second. To answer yes would humiliate the very center of her being. However, to lie would mean that she would suffer physical pain.

A searing pain ripped through Rachel as the intruder reached beneath her and twisted both nipple rings hard. She screamed through her gag and nearly lost the vibrator she so desperately keeping within her.

"Answer me!" he yelled at her.

The brunette wailed into gag and nodded her head violently.

"Now, my dear Rachel, darling, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" he whispered, pulling back her tresses and kissing her on the cheek, "And since you told me the truth, I am going to give you a treat."

Rachel felt the vibrator being thrust in and out of her and she felt her body respond in kind, rocking her hips back onto the buzzing dildo. The pain caused by his twisting her nipples became a dull, almost erotic throb.

"You want to come, Rachel, both of us know it," he whispered.

No. She did not want to come in front of this man even though her body desired it's passionate release.

"Come," the intruder said softly, wiping off a tear below her eye.

Rachel could not hold off her demon any longer and his white-hot flames of ecstasy engulfed her entire soul in a whirlwind of pure pleasure. She thrashed in her bonds, impaling herself upon the vibrator over and over and over again until it felt as if every last fiber of her being was spent and she collapsed forward onto the couch between Cindy's splayed legs.

"I knew you were a slut, Rachel," he said, still holding the buzzing vibrator within her, "and in a few moments, you can prove it again to me. However, I must get a few things done upstairs."

Rachel felt him let go of the humming dildo.

"I must warn you, dear Rachel, that the game is still on. If you let the vibrator drop, you lose."

Rachel then heard him laugh as he went back outside. She felt her face turn red with shame and her sobs were dry and tearless. She was only vaguely aware of Cindy and her writhing movements.

The chain that ran through Cindy's sex was as bad as the vibrator, if not worse. The fine, smooth links rubbed up and down her already moist slit and worked it's magic upon her clit. It was already sensitive from her earlier orgasm and the links that rubbed and pressed against it with every move that Rachel made enflamed it even more, sending little sparks like lightening directly into her womb.

However, the tugs from Rachel's chain were sporadic and had no rhythm; nothing constant for her to relieve her building sexual escape. The blonde could rock her hips a bit and the canine choker chain would tighten a bit, but that would change as Rachel shifted and bucked with her own orgasm. In a way, Cindy was glad the intruder was focusing on Rachel. She did not want her own pending orgasm to be the focus of his attention.

Rachel's head was now resting between Cindy's legs and the brunette's hair was tickling the inside of Cindy's thighs. Cindy shifted a bit and her fingers brushed against the chain running around her waist and down between her buttocks. She hooked it with a couple of her fingers and managed to grab a hold of it. The chain crupper tightened, sending more lightning bolts of pleasure flashing through her.

God, she needed to come, Cindy thought to herself as she moaned through her gag.

When Cindy pulled on the chain, it pulled Rachel closer between her friend's legs. I took the brunette by surprise and she almost lost her humming vibrator. Her head now rested on her friend's belly and she could feel Cindy's hips moving rhythmically and hear her whines of need. Rachel tried to pull back, but this only caused Cindy to arch her back and moan deeply.

Rachel fought to keep the vibrator inside her. She did not want to think of what the man would do to her if she lost it. It was harder now after her orgasm. With Cindy fighting with her chain and the sweetish incense of Cindy's arousal completely filling Rachel's nose, it was getting harder to concentrate on the task at hand.

Rachel pulled back again and again Cindy moaned with pleasure. Then Cindy pulled the brunette forward a bit. It had become a lascivious tug-of-war between the two women.

Somehow, Rachel had sensed her need, Cindy thought. The tugging upon the chain fell into a rhythm that caused waves of pleasure to rush through Cindy, churning higher and higher. She could feel another orgasm looming just ahead, threatening to drown her in pure ecstasy.