Chapter 3

The stranger's words kept echoing in Cindy's ears. Word's such as 'cattle-prod' and 'whip'. Already her nipples were sore from this stranger's torment and she could more than imagine the amount of pain this man could inflict. Cindy did not want to find out any more than she already had. With some effort, the bound blonde slowly began to inch her way across the living room carpet hogtied and whimpering in tears.

Cindy could feel her friend Rachel beside her, struggling toward the kitchen as well. She loved her friend Rachel, but not enough to endure the stranger's promised whipping if she, Cindy, would arrive in the kitchen last. It took all of her concentration to do this. Cindy was tired and hungry and the evil vibrator that the stranger had inserted into her hummed at various speeds and not at set intervals. The young blonde fought to hold it within her while she humped forward.

In her mind, she could picture the Rachel and herself, both nude and bound, struggling on the living room floor at the feet of this vicious stranger. She could see the twisted smile on the strangers' face and his hungry eyes raping her bound body again and again...

The vibrator clicked on again, this time at full tilt. Cindy still had an orgasm lingering within her, the one the stranger had stopped so cruelly. The buzzing dildo prodded at it, forcing Cindy's pleasure to rise again. She moaned into her gag and stopped her forward struggles so that she could focus all of her soul on not cumming.

The vibrator continued to hum, sending a rush of pleasure churning through her like a wild river. Her hips bucked as much as they could within her bindings and the orgasm she did not want to have started to roil within her. Her whimpers became moans as the bliss began to crest and crash through her.

Then the vibrator stopped.

Cindy wailed into her gag. She was so close to her mental escape yet this evil thing within her seemed to know just when to stop its ministrations. The blonde knew her moans of frustration were loud but she was felt like she was a woman possessed, lacking control of her overtly taxed libido. The moans of her friend, Rachel, were much more subdued.

'Smack'

The blonde screamed into her gag as she felt the sting of a crop upon her ass.

"Now Miss Cotrell, I still haven't given you permission to cum now, have I?"

Cindy shook her head. Drool was running down over her lips and onto the carpet below her.

"I know how both of you would love to cum right now so I am giving both of you permission to cum anytime during this race, if this is okay with you two?"

Cindy nodded but Rachel did not catch the question. She was still concentrating on not losing the vibrator that was humming between her legs.

'Smack'

Rachel wailed into her gag at the snap of the crop on her behind.

"When I ask you a question, Mrs. Newark, I expect an answer," the stranger said evenly, "Do you understand or am I going to have to teach you a much larger lesson?"

Rachel shook her head, tears of pain running down her cheeks.

"You don't understand?" her tormentor asked, smiling.

The brunette shook her head again.

"So you are going to need a refresher course in how to respond, Mrs. Newark?"

Rachel was shook her head for the third time, her mind wheeling from the strangers questions and trying to answer him correctly. She did not want to be whipped with that cruel thing again. Her ass was still throbbing from the sting. There was so many things that Rachel had to focus on that she broke into sobs as she fought to keep the humming vibrator within her.

"You don't need to cry, my beautiful Rachel," the stranger said softly, "You just have to answer when I ask you question. If you answer, than I won't have to use this..."

Rachel felt the tip of the crop run along her side lightly.

"Do you understand, Mrs. Newark?"

Rachel nodded.

"Now, back to the original question, my sweet, sweet, Rachel. DO you want to cum? Be honest."

Slowly, the bound brunette nodded her head yes. It tore out her soul to admit it and it caused another round of tears.

"Well, Rachel, I give you permission to cum anytime during our little game. Of course, you may lose your little friend that is humming your song, my sweet, but that is a risk you will have to take. Now. Your friend Cindy has been wriggling away during our little chat, so if you don't want feel this riding crop anytime soon, you better get cracking and beat her to the kitchen."

Rachel renewed her struggles toward the kitchen, mostly out of fear of the white-hot bite of the crop. If there was anything good about the pain was it diminished her desire to orgasm. There was still the pleasure boiling within her but it was now in the background. She concentrated on humping forward and keeping the vibrator within her sex.

The thick pile of Cindy's carpet abraded Rachel's skin as she scooted forward. She was sure that this man loved the sight of her, bound and helpless, writhing around and his feet. She imagined him staring at her nicely rounded ass, one of her best features, she thought. The way she was humping towards the kitchen, she could just feel his heated stares. She was sure it was just a matter of time before this man raped her. She tried not to dwell on that too much, however. She forced herself to focus on the present and to the task at hand: to avoid getting whipped.

The dark-haired captive could also hear her companion moaning as well, but it was not from pain. Cindy's moans were getting shorter in length and much more rapid. Cindy could feel another orgasm looming inside of her like a huge tidal wave about to crash and engulf her. The vibrator had leapt into high gear as the stranger was lecturing Rachel. She didn't have the fear of being painfully punished for her orgasmic release now; she just wished it would come.

The hogtied blonde struggled and writhed on the floor, humping her hips and chuffing into her gag. She could feel the bliss building and building as the vibrator buzzed inside of her...

Then it stopped.

Cindy floundered in her bonds in frustration and wailed into her gag. The blonde was sure that the stranger thought she looked like she was having a seizure. Her passions were boiling up and controlling her and there was little that Cindy could do now but blissfully ride them out.

A low, animalistic moan came out of Cindy's throat when the vibrator buzzed to life again. She humped the best she could on the carpeted floor, feeling nothing but the pure pleasure rushing through her and building faster and faster into a frothing whirlpool of ecstasy.