Partner In Crime

I was very nervous. The Hasting bothers and I had grown up together. I remember the first time they brought me into the back room of their dad's basement. That room had always been locked, but this time they had the key. It was dark but I could see strange metal devices hanging from the walls and on the workbench. In one corner there was a big wooden 'X' ... what was that for? We dragged a cardboard box off a shelf and out into the 'finished' part of the basement. Inside were magazines — with pictures of girls. I had seen a Playboy magazine one time before, but these were different. The girls were all tied up or tied down — like they didn't want to be.

Over the years we visited the back room many times — to explore and look at the mags. Later each night, I would masturbate thinking about the girls in the pictures. Then one day, Jack and Zane called me on the phone — very excited. "Come over quick!" "Why? What's going on?" But they had hung up. I jumped on my bike and peddled as fast as possible the half mile to their home on the outskirts of town. I ran around back to the basement storm doors — I always went in that way. At the bottom of the stairs, there was no sign of Jack or Zane — but the back room door was slightly ajar and I could hear some sort of moaning; was somebody hurt? Tentatively I pushed open the door. The brothers were there, but not alone. Millie Phillips — a girl from our school was with them. They had her attached to the big wooden 'X' — her arms and legs spread apart and held by ropes. In her mouth was some sort of rubber ball. She was struggling desperately, and her blouse had been removed.

I stood there staring ... staring at Millie. Her bra was stark white against the darkness of the room. Millie was a year older than us — and unlike most other girls in our grade, she had breasts. Not big, but all the boys had noticed. "H how did you get her here" I stuttered? "Easy, we told her we had cigs." "What about your Dad, when he gets home from work?" "What the fucks wrong with you — you look like you're about to piss your pants. We thought you'd be into this with us." Zane had started to cut through Millie's skirt with these old rusty scissors. I wanted to stay ... to see Millie's bare breasts. But now she was really struggling, yelling for help as best she could. I panicked and ran from the house. Jack followed "Hank ... where you going? We're not going to hurt her! You better not fucking tell anyone!" His voice trailed off as I peddled away.

The next day at school I nonchalantly asked one of the other girls if she had seen Millie Phillips, but she said no, that she heard that Millie was out sick. Millie remained 'out sick' for the entire week. And when I passed her in the hall one day the following week, she wouldn't look me in the eye and just rushed past. Jack and Zane didn't call me over to hang-out any longer, and I never saw them in school because they were taught at home by a private tutor — their dad was rich. That summer, Millie and her family moved away.

As the years passed, the brothers and I still remained friends — we would smoke in the alley behind my dad's five & dime shop. But things were not the same and we never discussed that day. Yet that day did have a profound effect on me. Often as I passed girls in school or in town I would fantasize about strapping them down, cutting off their cloths and making love to them. In high school, the girls I dated always freaked out when I would ask if I could tie them up. Eventually I guess I got a rep and nobody would go out with me. I ended up masturbating to bondage magazines I bought through the mail. It was always tricky making sure I got the mail before my parents when I was expecting a 'package'. Jack and Zane, along with most of the other kids in my school went off to college or moved away. When my dad died, I took over the store. I've never married.

Then, a few months ago, out of the blue, I get an email in my Facebook account from Jack. He tells me that he'll be in town that weekend and we should get together. So we met at the local bar. We had some drinks, caught up on what we had been doing over the years (me — nothing), and reminisced a bit. As we both drank more, the conversation eased up and eventually came around to our adventures in his dad's basement. Then it came out "So how come you ran away the day we had with Millie?" I told him I was scared, but that I had regretted the decision every day since! He ended up telling me all the details of what they did to Millie — what I had missed. Zane used his tongue between her legs, like we had seen in the pictures. At first she didn't want him to do it, but then her breathing got heavy and she stopped struggling. They didn't know it at the time, but that was Millie's first orgasm. She also lost her virginity that day.

For the next few weeks, we continued to communicate via email. The next time we met at the bar, Zane came along also. "We have a proposition for you — we would like your help. After we explain, you can decide if you're in or out. But if you're out and you decide to go to the police ... we will kill you." I laughed, but Zane was dead serious. "Should I stop now?" "I'm listening" I told them without hesitation. For the next 30 minutes I listened to their plan — and when they finished, my cock was rock hard. "So what do you need me for?" "Your Ice-Cream shop; we want to rig the bathroom — to grab the girls. You'll be an accomplice. But for your help, we'll give you a small cut of the web profits. And we'll invite you back to our 'office'; to meet the girls.

So here I was, riding in a van wearing wrap-around sunglasses. But these glasses have been blacked out ... effectively blinding me. Jack told me it was for his safety and mine — that I don't know the location of their facility. I was definitely nervous. The van came to a stop "We're here; you can take off the glasses." We were in an underground parking garage. I followed Jack though a door and down a hall where he pushed an elevator call button. "You know the police chief came by the shop yesterday asking about the Williams kids — but I don't think he really believes they're missing. Seems their mom and her car is also gone. Did you grab up Tammy Williams also?" "You'll see soon enough" he chuckled. We had taken the elevator down and now we were walking in a wide, brightly lit hall with doors labeled Lab 1, Supplies, Equipment, Lab 2, Wardrobe... "Let's change into something more comfortable!"

Inside the wardrobe room there were a couple of dressers, some comfortable chairs, a sofa, and a door to the bathroom. Jack pulled out what looked like white medical scrubs. "These should fit you." He tossed them over. Then he started to undress. "Come on, don't be shy — things are going to get way more intimate than this!" So I followed his example and took off all my clothing. I was odd wearing the loose pants with no underwear. He put on a lab coat and grabbed up a couple of remote controls from the counter top. "I need to use the bathroom." As I pee'd, thoughts raced through my mind. This was crazy. I'm an accomplice to kidnapping — and who knows what else. It was only two days ago that I gassed the Williams girls and their brother. Those girls ... they were so fucking hot. How many times had they come into my shop wearing their little bikinis? As I would serve them ice cream, it would take all my concentration to not think about those amazing tits as ass, with so little covering ... now I was getting an erection. Jack must have noticed — "I hope you didn't blow your load in the bathroom" he laughed. "Fuck you, I was just thinking about the girls." "Why think about them — let's go see'em!"

We walked down the hall and entered the door labeled Lab 3". Inside the room there were tables, and closets, and camera equipment. "Ok, you ready Hank?" I nodded and Jack opened a door on the other side. I could hear voices ... and sounds ... moaning. As I walked into the lab, my eyes locked on to a fucking dream come true. I think I almost blew my load right then and there! The two sisters ... who I had helped load into the back of a delivery truck, were now laying in front of me, stripped naked, attached to some sort of medieval torture frame. And their mom Tammy was with them — dam she was hot also. The two teens looked like they were passed out, eyes closed. The mom was moaning — like she was in pain. On the wall a video played — that's where the voices were coming from, but I didn't really care what was playing at the moment. I walked up to the girls, my dick hard as a rock. "What are you doing to them?" Jack had walking behind and flipped a switch behind each girl, stopping a faint humming sound. When Tammy's was turned off, she let out a sound of relief — but I don't think she even knew I was standing there. She was sweating profusely, her body glistened.

"Oh they're fine. I've been training them on the hog racks here for the past..." He looked at his watch. " ... three hours. Hmmm, let's see here ... Tammy has approached two orgasms. Ahhh, but her slut daughters here almost came four times each! I guess that was all they could take before passing out. I find that the young ones are very easy to get stimulated. It'll be at least a day before they're good for any real fucking after three hours with my patented StimVibe in their tight little cunts." "What the fuck kind of device can cause a chick to pass out," I asked? He walked over to a cabinet and returned with a smooth copper colored rod, about 10 inches long — and handed it to me. It was rounded at the end and was made up of many banded segments, each about a half inch with a black ring separating the copper. The opposite end had a threaded coupler and some sort of protrusion. "I have to give Zane the credit for creating this little baby — took him a couple of years. It's electrically charged and each segment is independently controlled. Plus it has an internal ultrasonic vibrator down the length. Basically, the software can simulate a pulsing, throbbing, or ... fucking motion without actually moving. That, coupled with the clitoral stimulator can pretty much bring any girl trembling to her knees. But here's the really cool feature — each segment has a kind of reverse feedback system — so the software can detect the movement of the vaginal muscles. It 'senses' how the girl is reacting and can actually control her orgasm ... or stop it, if programmed to do so. Heh heh," he chuckled. "That's what the poor Williams' girls have been experiencing — orgasmic stimulation with no climax. Very pleasurable at first, but it becomes extremely painful after the first few cycles — turns 'em to jelly ... then they usually black out, as you can see."

"But that doesn't mean we still can't have some fun. Let's see if the girls would like to give us a blow job while mom watches!" I think that was when Tammy first noticed me standing there, stroking one of her daughter's hair, the younger one. "eellp uuu! Eeeeee ellp uuuuu," she yelled from her gag. I had just noticed that the teen's nipple was freshly pierced and reached under to fondle the perfect milky white breasts. I guess Tammy realized that I wasn't about to help, cause her pleas for help changed to some sort of begging noise. Jack was busy with Emily — he had removed the ring gag in her mouth and replaced it with some sort of wire frame gag that spread her mouth wide open; plenty of room for a dick and no way she could bite down. Emily must have woken up because tears were streaming from her closed eyes — yet she made no noise. "Let me get Lizzy ready, who do you want?" Emily's mouth was waiting for my dick, but I really wanted Elizabeth. "The younger one," I stuttered. A minute later she too had her lips pulled back wide open. Jack also pulled over a couple of low wooden platforms in front of each table — so we would be at the correct height. "Jeez — you think of everything." Lastly, he moved Tammy's table so she was facing the show.

I stood on the platform, looking over Elizabeth Williams's amazing young body. Her arms were pinned behind her back, wrists and elbows held by metal cuffs. Her legs bent back and spread slightly apart so that her feet flanked her hands, ankles also secured with metal cuffs — all welded to the center shaft rising vertical from between her thighs. Under her hands I could see the swells of her cute ass ... and although I could not see it, I knew the StimVibe was lodged deep in her cunt. Untying the waste band of the scrubs, my pants fell around my feet. Tammy's begging became more guttural. The tip of my dick was dripping with cum. With one hand I guided my dick slowly into the wet warm opening. There was no motion at all from the girl — she must still have been out. It was then I realized that without her lips to wrap tight, I would need to go deeper; into her throat ... something I had never done before. The tip of my penis pushed against her esophagus. My dick was obviously bigger than the opening. Pushing a bit harder was all I need to do, "ohh god that feels good." It was like a super tight cunt. That's when Elizabeth woke up — with my dick sliding deeper down her throat.

Her eyes opened wide and her fingers flared out in panic. She began to choke. I pulled out quickly not wanting to hurt her. "Don't worry Mr. Blue; just tell her to breath through her noise." Mr. Blue? Who the fuck was Mr. Blue? Oh right, code names — Jack had told me to never use our real names when we're with the girls, just as a precaution. Thank god he spoke first; I would never have remembered. He was Mr. Black and Zane was Mr. Gray. Elizabeth's futile struggling brought me back to the task at hand. Back in went my dick. "Breath through your noise Bitch!" This time I didn't stop until my balls were in her mouth also. The feeling was incredible. Her gag reflex was squeezing my dick so fucking tight. By now, Jack's dick was deep into Emily's inviting mouth and he was pumping with determination — holding her hair for leverage. I guess Elizabeth didn't understand the instructions ... her eyes started to roll back and her body began twitching. "Jesus Christ!" I was going to blow my load and I hadn't even started fucking her. With my dick as deep as it could go, I reaching under body and grabbed her tits. I pulled out one time to let her breath, grabbed her nipples (one by the silver ring), twisted and thrust. At that moment, had it not been for the special gag holding her mouth open, I know for sure that my dick would have been bit clean off. Her sweet young body went totally rigid, shuttered, then went limp. The orgasm was the best in my life. My cum pumped down her throat.