Chapter 23

Jeff rested on his parents' bed, looking at the vast array of toys that his father and stepmother had collected. There was everything there that he had dreamt of owning and then some. He guessed that there had to be ten different ball gags alone. One part of the armoire was devoted solely to vibrators of all shapes and sizes. Normally the sex lives of one's parents would make Jeff shudder, but he was glad their tastes in the bedroom ran the same as his.

Stephanie had been alone in the basement for quite some time and Jeff meant for her to stay that way for a lot longer. He had visited her only once, removing the vacuum cups and replacing them with some cloverleaf clamps and twine, pulling her nipples and clitoris loosely toward the exposed joists. As long as she didn't move too much, the clamps would only tease and not tighten. Jeff wanted her to be alone in her thoughts of what was to come next. He wanted to break her spirit, not shatter her body.

Jeff thoughts wandered back to Michelle, bound tightly on Jeff's bed. She was a very unexpected and wonderful surprise but there was no way he could 'keep' her for the long term as he had planned for his step-sister. No, watching over two slaves, even if one of them was very willing, was tiring. He had to keep his focus on his blonde sister in the basement so he could make her into the slave of his dreams.

That didn't mean, however, that Jeff would ignore Michelle's charms. He was sure that she would play a role in the future, perhaps even taking over Stephanie's reins once in awhile...

Jeff shook the thought from his head. One step at a time, he reminded himself.

It was time to check on Michelle.

Michelle was still bound on the bed the way he had left her, dozing in her bindings. Her wrists were tied behind her back to the rope harness that looped around her shoulders. A black leather collar graced her throat and her ankles were hobbled together by rope. Drool seeped out of the corner of her mouth around the black leather ball gag fastened tightly behind her tousled raven-colored hair. Her blindfold lay beside her, Jeff having taken it off earlier. The oriental girl was simply delicious to watch as she slept in her bindings.

Jeff undressed and carefully crawled into bed with her so as to not wake her. It didn't take him long to find the controls to the vibrator still within Michelle, though it's humming was silent.

He turned on the switch.

The oriental girl twitched a bit and a slight moan escaped from behind her gag, but her eyes stayed closed. Finally, her eyes did open, smiling. Jeff smiled back at her.

"Rise and shine, my beautiful slave," Jeff said, looking into her ebony eyes.

Michelle grunted something into her gag as she smiled around it. The ministrations of the vibe awoke her in more ways than one. Though she was a bit tired from their games, the thoughts that raced through her head and the knots keeping her helpless helped to waft the embers that were smoldering inside her. She wriggled closer to Jeff, pressing her slender body against his.

Jeff reached out and brushed Michelle's hair back, "So, are you in the mood for something?"

Michelle mewled and pressed herself further against Jeff. She could feel his erection hot against her belly. His fingers lingered over her shoulders and sides; caressing her hips and thighs. If Michelle had been free of her bonds, she would have pushed him onto his back and ridden him hard. But with her wrists and ankles tied as they were, there was no way she could have her way with him. Her helplessness only fueled her fires.

Jeff shifted himself over her and reached over to the nightstand, where he found a loose strand of rope. He edged her over and straddled her, tying the rope to the front of her collar. Michelle looked down at his rampant cock pointing its head right at her, swaying with his movements. He then eased himself off of her.

Grabbing Michelle's ankles, he lifted them over her head, opening her legs. He then tied her collar rope to the rope hobble on her ankles, drawing the two closer together until Michelle started to squirm and moan uncomfortably.

The girl's glistening sex was now fully exposed. She watched as Jeff gently pulled the vibrator out from within her and began to tease at her slit with its tip.

Michelle watched helplessly, trying to force herself harder against the vibe, but Jeff drew it away as soon as she did, laughing. She tried to moan her needs to him, but he just continued to taunt her with the buzzing apparatus.

Then Jeff laid the humming wand on top of her sex.

"Do you want something?" Jeff asked.

Michelle nodded, whimpering into her gag.

Jeff smiled, "I bet you want me to do something for you..."

Again, Michelle nodded.

"I bet you want me to tickle you!" Jeff said.

The bound girl screamed 'No!' into her gag before Jeff's fingers attacked the exposed soles of her feet. Peals of laughter erupted from her as she writhed and bucked to try to get away from him. Michelle had always been super ticklish, something she tried to hide from her boyfriends. Now Jeff was taking full advantage of it mercilessly.

"Had enough?" Jeff asked after a bit, allowing Michelle to catch her breath.

Panting, the oriental girl nodded vehemently.

"Can I have my way with you?" he asked, his fingers poised to tickle her ribs.

Michelle nodded again.

"Any way I want?"

Michelle moaned her consent.

"Anywhere I want?"

The bound girl looked up at him, questioningly, hesitating.

Jeff's fingers began to tickle Michelle's ribs, causing more squealing laughter to explode out of her. Tears were running out of her eyes and she was gasping for air around the leather ball gag. He kept up his attack for about a minute before letting her catch her wind.

"Again, anywhere I want?" he asked with an evil grin on his face.

Michelle agreed. Really, there was very little she could do. All sorts of images danced through her libido as she lay bound beneath him, most of them involved her being taken tied up as she was in the trunk of his car and driven to a remote place to 'play'.

"Okay then, let's get you ready"

-o0o-

Time was lost to Stephanie as she hung bound down in her cellar. A rope harness held her tied wrists behind her back and another pair of ropes, one tied to each ankle, held her legs wide open. The harness around her shoulders and neck also helped suspend her from the basement ceiling. In addition to her white latex hood, a ball gag filled her mouth and an ace bandage was wrapped around her head as well. But it was the clamps that gave her the most discomfort.

A pair of clips clamped down on each of her nipples as well as one tightened on her sensitive clit. Stephanie could feel all three had strings running from them to the ceiling. Each time she moved a bit, the clamps tugged at her, sending little rushes of painful pleasure through her.

In order to keep her mind off of the dull aches in her shoulders and ankles, Stephanie tried to keep her mind focused on something else. As her mind drifted, she began thinking about her brother, Jeff. What was happening to him and how he was coping. Though Jeff was somewhat of a nerd, he also was a kind of a person that never let anything get him down. That is what she liked about him, he always seemed to have a smile ready to lighten a room.

Where was he now?, Stephanie questioned to herself. Was he here in the basement with her, bound just a few feet away from her and not knowing she was down there with him?

An icy thought went through her head; what if he could see her?

The blonde felt herself flush with a heated dread. What would he think of her? Did he see her cum? Perhaps they forced him to watch as they played with her. How could he ever look at her again knowing that she had enjoyed being bound as she was. Stephanie hated that she desired to be helpless; that her orgasms were the most explosive that she had ever had...

Better not to dwell on it, Steph told herself; Better to think about something else.

Try as she might, the captive blonde's thoughts always came back to the carnal events of the past few days. She remembered the ways that the stranger touched and tied her and making her 'love' him back. Deep down inside she knew she would never be able to enjoy sex in the 'normal' way again. She had enjoyed being a sex toy too much.

Then she felt something on her ankle: a slight tickle.

At first, Stephanie thought that she was imagining things. Then she felt the tickle begin to crawl down the inside of her calve. Something was crawling on her.

The girl gave an involuntary shiver that caused her to tug on the clamps on her nipples and clit. A rush of near pain gushed through her, feeding the smoldering pyre that she had already set in herself. It also caused whatever that was climbing on her to stop, whether it was a bug or spider...

God, she hoped it wasn't a spider. She hated going down into the basement just because of that. Too many warnings of Black Widows and Brown Recluses when she was a kids. At one point, one of her friends had convinced her that spider webs actually bit people by themselves. She couldn't bring herself to watch 'Arachnophobia' or 'Eight Legged Freaks'.

Stephanie felt the thing move again, continuing its trip down the inner part of calve and onward to her thigh. She tried shaking her one leg a bit, biting into her gag as the clamp pulled on her swollen clit, but the bug continued down until it stopped halfway down her inner thigh.

The blonde girl was now terrified to move. Her whole being was now focused on the critter that was making her his super highway. Stephanie definitely did not want it to move further towards her open puss.

The bug moved to the back of her thigh.

Stephanie froze, holding her breath. It seemed like an eternity as the bug clung onto her thigh. Each second, the fear within the girl fed upon itself until the bug fell off.

The captive girl collapsed in her bonds, panting through her nose. Panting became sobbing. She wanted out of the basement. She would do anything ; absolutely anything. This was far worse than the stinging of the cattle prod or the lashing of the crop.

Soon, the girl ran out of tears. The dull aches, eclipsed by her fears, reappeared. Again, Stephanie needed to think of something else as she hung as helpless as a damselfly in a spiders' web.

-o0o-

Michelle was ready. She was standing at the door waiting for Jeff to come and open it for her, since she couldn't do it herself. A storm of butterflies raced through her stomach as she stood there, helpless, wondering where he was going to take her.

As per her instructions, Michelle had packed a few items to wear to go home in. In a small bag she had brought a pair of black, tight-fitting jeans and a bright red t-shirt with a dragon emblazoned on it. She had also packed a pair of running shoes; much more comfortable than her heels she came in as well as a pair of panties and a few personal items.

Jeff had dressed Michelle in her own jeans and shoes. After undoing her rope hobble, Jeff brought in a pair of black latex panties that sported not only their own vibrator, but also a forest of nubs the rubbed against her puss every time she moved, sending a shower of pleasure gushing through her. He had pulled them on her himself, making sure that the gel vibe was fully inside her. Currently the vibe was off and that was a good thing because Jeff had ordered her not to cum until he told her she could. Jeff had pulled on her jeans as well as her shoes and retied her hobble.

The red t-shirt, however, was still in her bag. After taking one look at it, he had decided that it was much too tight for what he had in mind. Instead, he took out of his closet an UCLA sweat shirt, the kind that had a hood and pockets in the front. After attaching a pair of chained nipple clamps to her stiffened nipples, he pulled the shirt over her head with her arms still bound behind her back to the rope harness. The bulkiness of the garment hid the fact she was bound. He filled the long sleeves with a few rags and stuck the ends of them in the pockets, thus helping the illusion he was trying to create. The black leather collar still encircled her throat and the leather gag still filled her mouth. He pulled the hood over her head to help hide her face.

Michelle was ready.

Jeff appeared beside her with the coat she was wearing when she came over in the other night draped over his forearm.

"Ready," he asked, grabbing the end of her leash.

Michelle 'ummmmph'ed her reluctance.

Jeff opened the door and gave Michelle's leash a tug. The early afternoon sun was warm and she could hear the sounds of lawnmowers and birds creating a quiet urban symphony. The hobble let Michelle take small steps and she hurried to keep up with Jeff. She did not want anyone to see her like this, especially with Jeff pulling her leash. She was so focused on keeping up and not tripping that she was surprised when they reached the curb and her car.