Chapter 13

Jeff eased himself down onto the carpet and drank in the picture of his stepsister Stephanie. Her lithe body was glistening with the efforts of the last hour or so: the effort of being hung forward as she was; the effort of trying to cum and not being able to and the effort of giving Jeff a wonderful blowjob. Her head was still encased in a white latex hood with her long, blonde hair pulled through the back in a ponytail. Little strings of drool dripped off of the steel ring gag fastened in her mouth. The nipple clamps, chain running between them, still pinched her nipples firmly. Stephanie's wrists were locked behind her with a pair of leather handcuffs and her fingers would flutter and clinch as she hung there.

The metronome finally gave its last tick as the feather attached to it gave her clit one last tickle; it's tendril drooping and damp. The captive girl's desire was still churning ball of flame within her and she had no way of quenching it.

Seeing his sister like that, Jeff felt a bit sorry for her. He felt his cock start to grow hard again and decided that it might be time to let her have a little pleasure before going on with her training.

His blonde captive gave a sharp moan of pleasure as Jeff gave her clamps a slight tug. Even though he enjoyed the sounds she made, it was louder than he liked. After giggling on her chain a bit more, Jeff went in search of a toy he had seen earlier.

Digging in his parent's armoire, he found amongst the myriad of vibrators and dildos. It was a large blue-colored gel dildo, perfect for what he had in mind.

Gently, he eased the phallus into her mouth. It took a little effort as Stephanie squirmed and it was larger than the ring in her gag. But soon, her moans of protest were muffled and he was now sure she wouldn't rouse the neighbors.

Stephanie felt the stranger step in back of her and gently caress her ass. She tried to thrust back to him, but tied as she was, she could really do little. The spreader bar that held her ankles wide and the 2 bars holding her legs in place gave her very little slack to show her want.

A bolt of pure bliss shot through her whole being as he slid his finger inside her. Lightly, he began to caress her lips; gently stroking her swollen lips. Stephanie strained to get him to push deeper and harder into her, but the more she tried, the more he pulled back.

The bound woman felt his hard, hot shaft against her as he leaned into her. The smell of own need filled her nostrils as he wiped his finger on her upper lip of the hood.

His fingers began caressing her again, this time a little harder. Stephanie was so close to the edge. She could feel the hot rage about to engulf her but the stranger just wouldn't let her get there. Every time she was close, his finger slid away from her, causing her to scream into her gag in frustration.

Stephanie moaned loudly as he spread her lips and plunged into her. She churned back, gripping him as much as possible. With every thrust, she could feel her orgasm rising; clawing its way over the edge. Faster and faster she bucked and squirmed and moaned as a blur of rapture swarmed inside until it burst through.

It was a blast furnace of pure bliss that seared her to her core. Wave after heated wave erupted through her without seeming to end as she thrashed in her bonds.

Then the blonde felt him cum inside her, sending another white-hot storm of joy through her. She thrashed in her bindings as a continuous orgasm raged in her.

Jeff thrust into her another few strokes then withdrew. He stumbled over into the bed and collapsed. His captive was still twitching in the aftermath, sagging in her ropes, spent.

To Stephanie, it seemed like hours before she felt his touch again. Her whole body seemed to quiver as he eased her up into a standing position. She felt the cuffs unlock from her ankles and the buckles along her legs unfastened until she could weakly stand on her own. Her rope harness came off next, then the clamps on her now sore nipples. A slight tug on her leash being pulled and Stephanie reluctantly followed.

She had never felt as drained after sex as she did right now. She had had very strenuous bedroom activities before, but nothing that made her want to just collapse and do nothing. Stephanie supposed it was a perfect storm of stress and pent-up desires that pushed her to exhaustion. Now she had to concentrate just putting one bare foot in front of the other.

The cool tile of the bathroom floor woke her up a bit as the stranger guided her to the bidet and sat her down. Just how helpless she was had never been so clear to Stephanie. Yesterday was a kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations, but now, everything was as real as a concrete wall. Stephanie was his prisoner in her own home for the long term and there was little she could do about it other than praying that Jeff might rescue her.

After finishing using the toilet, Stephanie felt another slight tug on her lead. Unsteadily, she eased herself up and let herself be guided into the shower. Her leash grew taught as he tied it up above her then the stranger unlocked her wrists from behind her back and handed her a bar of soap and a washcloth.

The warm water felt refreshing as it sprayed over her. Her head was still covered in the latex hood, a collar was still locked around her throat and her mouth was still filled with a rubbery dildo, but the rest of her was unfettered as she began to wash herself. He was watching. She was sure of that. Her fantasy of freedom was just an illusion. So she washed herself as best as she could since she could not bend down at all. When she was done, the stranger handed her a bottle after opening the cap. One whiff of lavender told her that it was her own shampoo. Stephanie washed her ponytail as best she could before the stranger turn off the water. The stranger eased her arms in back of her and she felt the leather sleeve encase her hands and arms, slowly tightening as he laced it up.

The soft roughness of the towel felt wonderful as he dried her off. He dried her thoroughly, starting from her head and working his way down. A hot blast of air from a hairdryer engulfed her as he dried and combed out her hair. He was gentle in everything that he did; almost loving. Stephanie could find herself believing that this man actually cared about her on some level.

A tug on her leash pulled her out of her thoughts. Stephanie found herself being guided out of her parent's bedroom and down the hallway. Having lived in the house for quite some time, she could picture where he was leading her. The stairs were next, him easing her down one step at a time.

The dining room was their destination, she realized, as she felt the cool, tile floor. The stranger sat her down in one of the wooden chairs, lifting her sheathed arms over the back.

It was hard for Stephanie to hear much underneath her latex hood. She assumed that he was making breakfast for her. She could smell bacon cooking. It wasn't long before she hear the metallic voice.

"Do you want to eat?"

Stephanie nodded her head. She didn't realize just how hungry she was until she smelled breakfast cooking.

"I will remove your gag. If you try to scream, I will make sure that the punishment will make you want to be dead. Do you understand, slave."

Again, the blonde nodded.

"Good. After you have eaten, we will begin your training."

Training. The word sent chills through Stephanie. Oh my god, he is turning her into his personal sex slave, she thought. There is no way! Not in her own home! Her parents would be calling and when neither her or her brother Jeff answered, then they would come home and find out what was wrong ... or call the police ... or something.

The bound girl felt the gag being unfastened and both it and the dildo pushed through the ring pull away from her lips.

"Please..." Stephanie whimpered.

"ONE MORE WORD AND YOU WILL FEEL MORE PAIN THAN YOU CAN EVER IMAGINE!" the metallic voice boomed.

Stephanie clamped her mouth shut, whimpering.

Jeff let her sit there, tears running out from underneath her white latex hood. He quickly finished breakfast and sat it down beside her. He had sat his captive sister beside the dining room table so that he could feed her easily. I sat down in front of her with riding crop in hand. He gently tapped her inner thigh.

Slowly Stephanie opened her legs until they were as wide as she could comfortably hold them, exposing herself again to the stranger. Another slight tape above her sex and she thrust herself up to him and held there.

Taking her spoon, he started to slowly rub her between her legs with its bowl. Soon, he heard a little moan from her. Then, he used the spoon to scoop up some scramble eggs with cut-up bacon bits and eased it to her lips.

Stephanie felt a new wave of revulsion as felt the spoon against her lips. Not wanting to feel any more pain, she opened her mouth to let him feed her.

"Lick it clean," commanded the stranger.

The bound woman did as she was told.

The bound blonde soon felt the spoon between her legs and rubbing up and down her slit. The effects of this morning hadn't faded and she was still very sensitive. The tip of the spoon gently prodded at her clit, soliciting another moan from her. She soon found herself responding to his touches.

Then he stopped and another spoonful of scrambled eggs touched her lips. She did the same with this spoonful, licking it clean.

The ritual continued for some time, interrupted by sips of orange juice while he still played with her. Another orgasm was building within her from the embers of this morning. Finally her plate was empty but she had grown hungry with another want.

"Do you want to cum, slave?"

Stephanie nodded her head, turning red with the shame of it.

'After training, I will grant you an orgasm."

Stephanie then heard a strip of tape tearing. She squirmed a bit as he plastered it over her lips, sealing them shut. Five other pieces followed, making sure the tape wouldn't work loose. In some ways, this was better than the other gags she had been subjected to. There was no aching of her jaw being forced open. However, she imagined the pain being much worse when the tape was finally tore off; if it was torn off.