Bert Ormsby - Swapping with laura

"Well, I – uh…" Laura moved the bracelets around. They shone so that she could see her reflection in them.

"Actually these are exact duplicates of the kind that Roman gladiators used to wear just prior to going into the arena." Cleonora moved lightly across the room towards a Louis XIV vanity by the window. She opened one of the drawers and removed two gold-link chains. Then she returned across the deep plush purple carpeting, telling Laura: "But you really need some additional jewelry, my dear, in order to make them complete." And with this she lifted each of Laura's wrists in turn and attached the two chains to the gold band bracelets.

"See," she said, standing back from her blonde charge, who didn't know what to make of either the bracelets or the chains. "Aren't they just perfect?"

The Franklins' eyes met in a silence pregnant with communication. Laura turned her hands around, studying the gold bracelets and the chains, which were attached by tiny metal clips. She didn't know what to make at them.

… Until suddenly the Franklins each took up a chain and dragged her back across the bed!

"What – what are you doing to me!?" the helpless young wife cried out, but it was impossible to try to fight them, because Mark and Cleonora had each taken one end of chain and were pulling her backwards so deftly that they were quite out of reach… had she even been able to "reach", which she couldn't, with her arms under such powerful control by her two determined dominators.

"Hook 'er up," Mark commanded. With her long voluptuous body pulled prostrate across the bed, they now stretched Laura's arms out in order to ring the end of each chain to its corresponding hook built into the tall, opposing bedposts. The enslaved blonde squirmed and twisted on the bed, but to no avail. They had hooked her arms up securely.

"Oh, please," she whimpered tearfully, "please let me go. Why are you doing this to me?" She moved her legs back and forth and then, on reflection, brought her thighs snugly together.

Mark snickered something unintelligible. He slipped his shirt up over his head, revealing two hard brown nipples on a wide expanse of chest lightly cushioned with curly dark hair. At the foot of the bed, Rover had climbed up with his forelegs on the bedspread. He was panting maniacally, his large brown eyes gleaming dangerously, focused like laser beams on her tightly clenched legs. Laura cringed from his menacing pose. What had ever become of the nice, well-behaved dog she had known?

Cleonora had returned to the vanity and come back with two lengthy strips of black leather. As if with a single thought, the Franklins now moved to either end of the foot of the bed, Cleonora passing over to Mark one of the long black pieces of leather. He took it up quickly and then both of them reached for her ankles.

"What – oh my what are you doing!? Please! Oh no!"

There was not much she could do as they pried apart her futilely clenched legs and tied her ankles with the strips of black leather. Her long, slender legs were spread so wide that her panty crotch band, already soiled from Rover's vigorous assault with his tongue on her sex-starved pussy, opened wide on either side to reveal the soft curling fleeciness of her sparse blonde pubic hair.

"Christ, look at that," Mark breathed admiringly. "She's a natural blonde." He reached in through the side of her panties and curled his middle finger into a rounded set of springy gold hairs.

"Oh – please don't do that," their spread-eagled blonde captive pleaded. "Please – that's – that's wrong."

Franklin laughed and looked back at his wife. "You hear that, honey. It's wrong."

Cleonora made a little smile, but she was vastly amused. Laura was probably the most innocent thing she'd ever run across in years of seducing – with Mark – beautiful and relatively unworldly girls. She'd bet that the voluptuous young blonde had never even been fucked until she was safely married.

Mark wormed his finger in still further, encountering the soft moist outer flesh of Laura's recently warmed little pussy. Their beautiful young captive moaned and threw back her head. She had become measurably aroused despite herself, and now the shame of it was enough to make her want to conceal her flushed and glowing features. She didn't dare let them know!

Mark laughed as he sensed her attempt at concealment. But it was not possible to stop off the flow of smooth cuntal moisture that was seeping so easily from between her tingling pussy lips. He pushed his finger in farther through the sacred portals, partway up into her cum-slick vagina.

"Oh God, no," she gasped, "you're hurting me. Don't move it. Don't… aaaaaggghhh!"

"Sweetheart, you have one tight little cunt. I'll bet Ralphie can't even get into you properly."

"Go on," said Cleonora, "stick your finger in. Hard. She seems to be enjoying it. Harder, Mark."

"Oooohhhh," Laura moaned, her long blonde hair flailing on one side of the pillow cradling her pretty head, as Mark's thick middle finger forced its way into the softly resisting passage just another fraction.

"Ralphie must have the skinniest cock in the world, if this is all he's stretched you out," he remarked. "Or else you're the snuggest little fuck."

"Oh God…" The helplessly trussed blonde bit down hard on her lower lip. His finger inside her cunt felt so goooood, but she didn't dare show it. "Oooohh… oh… you're killing me…" The wildly excited girl groaned and instinctively pushed her trembling loins upward against his impaling finger.

And the contrast between her obvious pleasure and her maidenly protests made both the Franklins laugh. "Sure," mocked Mark, "killing you with kindness. By the time we're done killing, you'll be so happy you'll float right up to the Goddamned ceiling."

Rover came up to the side of the bed, whimpering eagerly. He got up on his hind legs with one forepaw scratching at the smooth cream-white flesh of Laura's thigh. "Christ," exclaimed Mark, "I've been so engrossed in Laura's tight little cunt I almost forgot what we came here for, didn't I, boy?"

The big German shepherd whimpered again for answer.

"Well, Big Daddy ain't gonna let you down, believe me. Honey, did you set the camera?"

"In a minute." Cleonora went to a nearby chest of drawers, opened the top one and took out a small camera. While she was doing this, Mark picked up a small pair of scissors from the vanity, pulled up the material of Laura's white nylon panties between his fingers, and began cutting through it.

"Oh no! What are you doing!? You'll cut me!" Laura wailed piteously.

"Don't twist. Relax. We were a little hasty about getting your legs tied up. I'm just rectifying our little error. There's no point in making Rover fuck you through the side of your panties – he wouldn't enjoy it as much."

"What?" Laura blinked. She wasn't quite sure she understood the importance of what he had just said, although she wasn't at all pleased about the way Rover was panting and slavering, as his eyes glazed, over her voluptuously enslaved body. In another moment Mark had ripped off what remained of her scanty bikini panties and she closed her eyes, consumed by shame. Fuck! God, no! Did that mean that they were going to let Rover lick her the way he had downstairs in the study? She wanted to faint dead away and never wake up again.

Suddenly her pelvis jerked as Mark's middle finger again thrust up between her widespread thighs into the soft protective folds of young flesh surrounding her tender vaginal chamber. His finger searched patiently for a moment, then located her small, lightly swelling clitoris. Laura cringed and a mewling sort of gasp broke throatily from her parched and open lips.

"You – you – I hate you," she gritted fiercely as Mark then wound his finger around inside her velvet-smooth cunt. The soft resilient cheeks of her buttocks tensed as if trying to force his finger out, but there was no way mechanically that this could be accomplished. With her legs wide open and tied to opposing bedposts, there was not even any way that she could effectively control the primitive feelings of pleasure that were welling up inside her orgasm-primed pussy.