Brad Boyer - Bride for bondage

"What the hell?" Bob whirled, trying to rise.

"Sit down!" Dan shoved the man back and grabbed for the free arm. He forced the metal cuff around the wrist and held the arm tightly.

"Bob… what? Is there…"

"Shut up!" Janet leaped and grabbed the blonde around the shoulders. Janet twisted Linda sideways, pinning her to the bench. One tit popped over the top of her blouse as she held the woman down.

"God damn it!" Bob tried to get up but the chains on his arms would not let him move far enough. "What the hell is going on?" He strained against the bonds but they held firmly.

"Get off me!" Linda tried to force Janet away but the brunette was too strong. "Let me go. Bob. Bob, help me."

"Son of a bitch." He glared at Dan. "What the fuck are you guys doing?"

"Just a little after-dinner game." Dan came around and stood beside Janet, a length of hemp rope in his hands. "Nothing to worry about. If you relax and try to enjoy it, you might have a lot of fun." He wrapped the line twice around Linda's wrist and tied the hands tightly together above the blonde's head, stretching her out along the bench as Janet held the thrashing hips down. He tied the cord around the thick wooden supports of the bench and went back toward Bob.

"Let her go. God damn it. That's my wife!" He struggled to get to his feet.

"Relax!" Dan's foot shoved into his belly, forcing Bob back to the bench.

"Son of a bitch!" Bob tried to get up again. This time the foot took the wind out of him.

"Just do as you're told and it'll be fun," Janet said. She looped rope around Linda's feet, securing them separately to the sturdy bench frame.

"Bob. Bob! What are they doing to us?" Janet wailed. "Make them stop."

"Bastards. Damn it all to hell. Look, I left all the money in our cabin. I've got maybe five bucks with me."

"We don't want money. We want your bodies." Janet began to unbutton his shirt.

Carl held Bob's legs and shackled them together, then looped wire around the calves and tied them to the bench.

"What the hell? Are you both crazy?"

"I'm crazy for you, sugar." Janet's hand slid into his shirt, feeling around on his chest. "Nice. Real solid!" Her tongue licked around his mouth.

"Shit, it won't work. Let me go!" He tried to get his legs to move.

"It'll work. It'll work just fine." Janet's hand cruised over his crotch, feeling the organs. "I'll bet you're a real stallion when you get going. She tugged at the zipper of his pants."

"Oh, oh! What the hell is going on? Damn it!" Bob tried to close his thighs together but she opened the fly and pulled out his prick.

"Nice. Real nice. Thick. I bet it's about two feet long, too." She bent to kiss it.

"NO!" Bob wrenched his hips hauling the dick from her grasp. "Let me go! Christ I'll call the fucking sheriff. The cops. HELP!"

"The closest person is the caretaker down at the rental stables. And he's about ninety years old and as deaf as a floor lamp." Dan moved closer to Linda.

"Don't you touch her. You cock-sucker. I'll kill you if you lay a hand on her. I swear to God I will."

"Let's see what those tits look like." He raked Linda's blouse. She hadn't worn a bra – they had said casual clothes and she didn't really need one. Her tits stood right up, full and firm.

"No, please," she cried.

"What do we have here?"

"No. No. Oh, please. Please!" She squirmed, trying to get away from the man. "Please. No. Oh, God. God. NO!"

"Real nice." Dan tugged the blouse up over her head, leaving it on her arm. "Big. Nice and big." He sat beside her, perched on the narrow edge of the bench by her hips.

"Leave her alone!" Bob pulled furiously at the chains. They were solidly attached to his arms and to the bench. "Son of a bitch! I will tear you apart." He spoke very slowly, making each word a threat. "With my bare hands."

"Nice." Dan's fingers closed around Linda's right tit.

"NOOOO!" She shrieked as the fingers pinched. "BOB." She gasped, closed her eyes and screamed. "BOB!! HELP!!"

"Mother-fucker!" His face turned dark red as he looked at the man caressing his wife's boobs. "Shit eater."

"Relax, honey." Janet began to massage his tool again, spreading his open shirt to look at his chest. "You're really built, you know. Nice. I like a strong man. Really." Her hand moved in slow circles on his belly and chest. "Strong. And hung!" She tugged at his limp organ.

"Don't touch me. Bitch. Whore. Leave us alone."

"Relax, baby." Janet bared her tits to him. The blouse clung for a moment, then slid to her waist, drooping over her hips. "Like my tits, big fella?" She lifted them toward his face with both hands.

"Bitch!" He looked away.

"Linda's got real nice jugs, Bob," Dan said. "You're real lucky." His fingers slid all over her boobs. "If her cunt's good too, why you've got it made."

"Don't you dare!" Bob looked at the man.

"I dare," Dan said softly. His fingers pulled slowly at the zipper of Linda's capris, moving it down. He got it all the way open and slipped the tight pants down slowly, both hands gripping at her hips.

"No. Bob. Please make him stop. Help me. Oh. Oh, God. God help me. Help." Her pussy showed clearly.

"Pretty." Dan touched it with one finger.

"You're dead. Right now. One fucking dead mother-fucker." Bob forced himself to look at the man as his wife's snatch was violated by his finger.

"Noooooo!" Linda's desperate wail filled the room.

"COCK SUCKER." Bob arched up, rising a bit from the bench, fists tight, chains biting into his wrists.

Janet snatched his pants to his knees and shoved him back. "Rein. Nobody's going to get killed. It's just sex, for Christ's sake. Enjoy it."

"You slimy cunt."

"Bob. Please help me."

"Honey. Oh, God. I'm sorry. Shit. I'll kill them. Kill the lousy bastards for this. Kill both of them." He twisted against his bonds, helpless, nearly naked on the low bench.

"Now let's have some fun." Dan stood up, looking all over the blonde's mostly exposed body.

"Right." Janet got to her feet, shaking off the clinging blouse. She shed her slippers and stepped out of her pants, standing naked where Bob could have a good look at her snatch. "How do you like it?" She shoved it toward his face.

"God damn." Bob closed his eyes and turned away, disgusted.

"What kind of equipment do you want to start with, Janet?" Dan went toward the storage room.

"Just a little bit of rope. I want to start slow. This is going to take a long time. And be worth every minute." She moved closer to Bob.

"Bob, what are they going to do to us?" Linda's voice sounded very small and far away.

"Nobody gets hurt. So just relax and enjoy it. It won't take long. Just three or four hours." Janet's smile spread.

"Oh, my God." Linda closed her eyes. "Hours. No, oh no, no, no."

"Let us go. Now. Do it now and we won't tell the police. Not a word. We'll just forget it. But you've got to turn us loose now."

"No way, baby."

"You'll go to jail. To prison. Prison!"

"Just you wait and see." Janet leaned forward, her hands flanking his hips. "Just you wait." One finger dug a groove from his chest to his crotch. She curled her fingers around the tool and began to pull with slow, steady moves, trying to get the man turned on.

"Get your hands off me. Now!" He spit the words one at time. "Fucking whore!"

"Is that any way to talk to a lady?" She played with his balls.

Dan, came back, arms loaded with gear. He dumped the ropes and fetters near the wall, and moved to stand over Linda. He slipped out of his shirt and leaned closer to her.

"Leave her alone. Son of a bitch. Dan, so help me. God damn it. Just let me loose. One minute. Just let me get in one punch. Just one punch. You fucking animal."

"You're very pretty, Linda." He squatted and kissed one breast. "Very, very pretty." His hands caressed her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. He touched her pussy softly.