Frank Campbell - Bound Ankles

Nigel got up and began pacing. “I know a place where you two can hide. Margaret doesn’t know of it. I’ll stay here for a couple of days, long enough for Margaret to come by with authorities and satisfy herself that you two aren’t here. I don’t think she’ll press any charges. I’m not without money and power myself, and it will just be Julie’s word against mine. I could produce a dozen people who would swear on a stack of bibles that I was playing Canasta at the time Margaret Summers’ house was entered, valuables stolen, and a maid assaulted. But you girls have to get out of here fast.”

Jan got to her feet and hugged Nigel. It was more a token of appreciation and sincere thanks than anything like passion but Nigel seemed to enjoy it. In a blushing, odd sort of way. Donna doubted that Nigel was used to girls hugging him that way.

Finally he broke off the embrace. “We had better get going. Jan, you can use my car to return to your house and get anything you think you’ll need. Like money, bank savings books, check book, clothes, etc. Whatever you think you’ll need to track down your daughters.”

Nigel blushed again as Jan again kissed his hand. The girl was actually weeping. “Oh, thank you, thank you.”

“Well... Be that as it may, I think it’s only right that we try to find your girls.

“Okay! Jan, you’ll find some woman’s clothes in the second bedroom on the left down that way. I keep a few things on hand.” He saw Donna giving him a funny look. “Well, sometimes girls get their clothes tom when they, ah, visit me here. And it’s a nice gesture to give them something they can wear back home. Oh, don’t look at me like that. I can’t send a girl out into the cold, naked can I?”

“You did this afternoon,” pointed out Jan in a friendly mocking manner. “In fact, you made two girls hurry a long way down a road until they found your car.”

“Well, that was different. I... Oh, never mind, just go get some clothes on so you can make a quick visit to your house.”

Jan smiled and turned to go. But she paused at the doorway to turn her head back. “Nigel, my sex is sore and won’t be functional for a few days. I would like to show you my gratitude in the nicest way a woman can but... I’d rather wait until I can do it without pain.” She turned to Donna. “But Donna is fully functional. And if she still considers herself my little slavegirl... ?”

Surprise raced across Donna’s face as she realized what her mistress was asking. Then puzzlement. She remembered times when Jan threatened her with being given to a man as a gift for a night and Donna had thought that a terrible thing. But this was different. Jan was asking her to do it as a favor in her place. Donna looked at Nigel who seemed as surprised as she. Then she turned back to Jan. “I’ll do whatever my Mistress says,” she said quietly and sincerely. “But please tie my hands behind me. It will feel more proper that way.” Jan’s eyebrow went up as she looked at Nigel. He laughed a little and went to fetch a length of rope. When he returned he handed it to Jan. Jan made a loop in one end and pulled it up over Donna’s arms which had been pressed together behind and her back and turned towards Jan. To Donna’s surprise the loop went around her elbows and pulled them together.

“Being tied this way,” Jan explained as she wrapped several windings around the elbows and cinched them down, “will make her feel more like a slavegirl. She’ll be much more obedient,” Jan continued as she brought what was left of the rope down to Donna’s wrists. “You will be obedient, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress. I will obey.”

“Good. There, that ought to hold her. Comfy?”

“I am tied, Mistress. I cannot free my arms by myself.”

“Good,” Jan said, finally regaining some of her dominating spirit. She turned Donna so she could whisper in her ear. “You do a good job of pleasing him or I’ll show you what I did to Julie by doing it to you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Donna said in full and total sincerity.

Jan nodded and turned to go. “Have fun,” she called back over her shoulder. “And leave the keys on the table, I’ll get them when I’m dressed and ready to leave.”

That left two people standing in the dinning room, looking at each other. Donna seemed more at ease than Nigel did so she took the initiative by going over to Nigel and rubbing her breasts against his chest. The way her arms were bound behind her with elbows touching made them stick out nicely for that purpose. “Well, Master, which way to your bedroom?” she said sweetly.

Nigel grinned and swatted her playfully across the bottom.

“Saucy little wench,” he told her. “That way. And hurry.”

“Yes, Master,” she said and trotted off down the hallway. As soon as they reached the bedroom, Donna got on the bed to kneel near the foot facing the pillow. Nigel divested himself of clothing and was soon joining her on the silky covers. Without benefit of hands, Donna pushed him back with her head and, when he was lying on his back, she attacked his erect penis with her mouth. For the first time in her life, she took a live male penis in her mouth. And was surprised that it wasn’t as horrible a thing to do as she had always assumed it would be.

For a long time she slid her mouth up and down on his shaft, teased the end with her tongue, and did a remarkably good job for a woman who had never engaged in this kind of sex before. Finally, when Nigel could no longer stand it, he forced her over on to her back and was quickly between her legs. His first thrust was hard and true, the rod buried itself into her deeply, evoking a gasp of pleasure from the tied girl. All that tongue and mouth work on Nigel had the effect of making her pretty horny herself and it was with great satisfaction that she accepted his male rod into her sheath.

Nigel wasn’t gentle, his thrusts were hard and forceful. But the naked slave girl revelled in his masculinity and the rough screwing he was giving her. Soon they were both moaning with pleasure and driving hard towards mutual climaxes. With incredible timing, more really by accident than planning, they both orgasmed at once and their cries of passion mingled in the bedroom. Donna’s legs clamped tightly around his hips and his arms held her body tightly to his. For a long time they embraced like that, a very long pleasurable time.

As the man and woman lay on the bed, still tingling in the warm afterglow of a perfect coupling, Jan sighed and abandoned her observation post at the door. Donna had given great pleasure to a man they were both grateful to and Jan was glad for that. Her own pussy was very sore and didn’t feel right. But she still wished it had been her lying on that bed under the masterful thrusts of that man.

Jan’s trip to her house was uneventful and she was able to gather in all the things she thought she would need. It all fitted into one medium sized suitcase—she wanted to travel light. There was no sign of Margaret or police or anyone around the deserted house but the freshly released captive was still careful.

Back at Nigel’s, she did not find either of them in the front of the house so she wandered towards the bedrooms. She found Donna lying on Nigel’s bed, arms still bound behind her with the elbows together, and apparently sleeping on her stomach. Jan sat on the edge of the bed and Donna opened her eyes. “Oh, hi, Jan,” she said dreamily.

“Hi, yourself. Did you... ah, satisfy Nigel?”

“Oh, yes, Mistress. Several times...”

She looked pretty satisfied herself and Jan couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy. Nigel had taken her body several times while he had held her and her daughters captive in their own home. But that seemed so long ago, and a different sort of Nigel. Right now she wished her pussy hadn’t been so abused by that huge steel prong she had been impaled upon or she would have demonstrated their thanks to Nigel herself. Probably while Donna rested comfortably in bondage down in the basement.