Chapter 22

Stephanie lay cocooned in the afterglow of her climax, relishing the delicious feeling. She had managed to turn off her vibrator and now she rested curled-up on her own bed wondering what would be next.

When the stranger left and gave her the command that she could cum if she wanted to, the blonde girl took full advantage of it and let all of her pent-up frustrations gush out in a whirlwind of rapture. Now, being bound as she was, all she could really do was to think and speculate on what the stranger's plans for her were. Every scenario she came up with involved her being a slave like this for a very long time.

She tugged once again at the rope hobbled lashed to the foot of the bed. Of course, it did not give. She hummphhed her aggravation into her gag as she lay back down.

The good thing was that the leash that had been wrapped around the headboard railing had loosened and come off, allowing Stephanie to sit up. She figured it must have became loose during her erotic writhing. The lead still hung from her collar but it did not pin her to the bed.

Stephanie then realized that she was starting to feel the need to go pee.

The last thing that the bound blonde wanted to do was soil her own bed. She needed to get to a toilet or least a tile floor before it was too late. She hated to think what the stranger would do if she soiled herself. He would probably force her face into it like a misbehaving puppy; or worse.

Stephanie twisted herself around. The rope harness holding her bound wrists behind her back just below her shoulder blades made it almost impossible to get to the rope hobbling her ankles.

Almost.

The captives fluttering fingers finally touched some rope, the length that lashed her hobble to the foot railing. Carefully, she twisted and scooted until the fingers of her one hand touched a knot.

Gently feeling the ridges, Stephanie tried to picture in her mind the knot the best she could. Even if she didn't have the damn latex hood covering her face and eyes, she still couldn't have turned her head to see the knot that was keeping her on her bed.

Slowly she worked at the knot, pinching and pulling, gaining fractions of looseness, but Stephanie kept at it. She focused her entire self in working out that knot. She ignored the cramps in her legs and side as she forced herself to keep in that twisted position until at last the knot parted.

Pushing herself back down the bed, she pulled at the rope holding her ankles until it pulled free. She was still hobbled but she could make her way to the toilet.

Before she could go, however, she had to take care of one other little thing; the vibrator.

Writhing on the bed, Stephanie found the controls that she had dropped. Gently pulling on the cord and opening her legs as wide as she could, she managed to slowly pull out the vibe and let it drop to the floor.

Stephanie swung her legs down and carefully stood herself up. She knew the layout of her home and the trials and tribulations of this morning helped her get used to moving about while blind and in bondage. One tiny step at a time she made her way to the door.

The doorknob, of course, was too low for her to just turn around and nab with one hand. Planting her feet as wide as her hobbles would allow, Stephanie slowly bent her knees until she could get to the knob. Quietly, she turned it and opened the door a crack.

Though the latex hood covered her ears, she could still hear louder noises. She carefully listened and she didn't hear a thing. Using her shoulder, she opened the door all the way and took a very short step out into the hall.

No stranger grabbed her. No cropped whipped her for not staying bound in her bed like a good slave.

Slowly she shuffled across the hall to where she thought the bathroom would be. Her toes stubbed themselves on the wall. Leaning a little to feel the wall, she followed it down until she felt the doorway to the bathroom.

Of course, the door was shut. Again she bent down until she could get at the doorknob to turn it. She shambled in and with her shoulder, shut the door as quietly as possible.

The tile was cold on her bare feet as she used her hip to feel the edge of the counter and to the open space where the toilet should be. Very carefully, she backed herself up until she felt the cool of the porcelain lip.

Slowly, she sat herself down only to discover the lid was shut.

Kneeling and shuffling and grunting into her ball gag, Stephanie quietly lifted the lid and sat down again.

As she began to pee, she never felt as relieved as she did at that moment. Stephanie had a problem and worked it out; a clear objective and a clear accomplishment of that objective. The blonde was proud of herself.

"Now what", Stephanie thought to herself.

How many days had gone by? She really hadn't thought about it. She tried to remember the meals that she had and she figured out that it was probably Monday afternoon. She should have been out at the beach taking in the sun and flirting with the surfers that would throw her those lame-ass lines. Or she should have been taking in a new movie or just hanging out at the mall. But no, she was a captive in her own house and there was no one to rescue her.

She needed to escape and now seemed to be a good time.

The front door was only a flight of stairs and a short hallway away. Stephanie was sure that she could get it open and make her way outside. Surely there would be someone at home like old Mrs. Lynch. She was always at home spying on all the kids. Probably kept a diary of everything she saw. Of course, Stephanie was sure this would be her best entry yet, seeing a bound naked Steph hobbling down the front walk, yelling into her gag as loud as she could.

Slowly Stephanie got up from the porcelain stool and shuffled to the bathroom door.

She hadn't shut it all the way. She hadn't wanted to make trouble for herself on the way back out. Stephanie chided herself for thinking, at first, of just going back to her bedroom and waiting for the stranger to reappear and use her again. No, she needed to try to save her brother, the other girl and herself.

Gingerly, the bound blonde made her way down the hallway to the top of the stairs. Using the wall, she slowly sat herself down. Stephanie had decided the best way of getting down those stairs was on her ass. The length of rope between her hobbles was too short for her to try to walk down the flight, even one step at a time.

Scooting on her butt, she carefully made it down one stair at a time, counting each stair as she went. As many times as she had been up and down those stairs, she hadn't noticed just how many there were. Now she would know for future reference.

Finally Stephanie felt the carpet at the foot of the stairs.

Taking a deep breath and using the railing, Stephanie leveraged herself up until she was standing. Taking shuffling steps, the blonde made her way down the short hallway to the front door.

Stephanie had almost ran into it, but the runner in front of the door keyed her into stopping. Turning around, she backed up to the door and bent her knees again. Feeling the knob, she turned the lock and deadbolt then pulled the door open.

The doorknob ripped out of her hands as the door slammed shut.

The bound girl screamed into her gag as the stranger grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. Stephanie squirmed and kicked as she was carried sobbing through the house and down another flight of stairs.

He was taking her into the basement.

Stephanie bucked and screamed some more, but bound as she was, she could do very little. Not too gently, the stranger rolled her onto the cold concrete floor.

Jeff quickly forced his stepsister onto her belly and yanked the rope between her hobbles towards her bound wrists. The small rope that had lashed her hobble to her bed still was tangled in her hobble, so he used it to tie his captive into a strict hogtie, one she wasn't going to get out of.

He watched as his sister struggled on the floor and cried into her gag. She had almost gotten away. If he hadn't heard the jingling of her chain lead on the stairs, she would have gotten away. He had quietly caught up to her a purposely waited until she had the door open before crushing her attempt.

Jeff had thought she had given up and that her training would be easier than he thought. But he was wrong. Now he had to make sure that all hope of escape was crushed out of her ruthlessly.

After making sure that there was no way Stephanie could escape out of her bindings, Jeff grabbed an empty laundry basket and started making a mental list of what he needed to punish her.

Jeff cursed himself for not taking the proper steps in securing his sister. As he made his way up the stairs, he realized this isn't necessarily a bad thing. In the book he had read, the breaking of a ladies' spirit was very much a part of the training process.

Quickly he peeked into his room. Michelle was still there, curled up and resting after their love-making session. There was a slight smile around her gag as she slept. Michelle was still bound tightly, including her hobbled feet, so she wasn't going anywhere soon. Jeff shut the door and went into his parent's bedroom.

Setting the basket on the bed, he began filling it with lengths of rope, a riding crop, the cattle prod, some nipple-clamps, his voice-changing toy and a box that he had stumbled across earlier. He made a pit stop into their bathroom where he found the emergency medical tub and pulled out several rolls of ace bandages. Another short stop in his sister's room to grab something out of her Saxophone case to add to the pile of toys he was going to use on her.