Desert Chronicles · Bound 2 · Part 1

Desert Chronicles · Bound 2 · Part 1 (1/5)
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1: Force Me

Nel sighed loudly. This really was all her boyfriend's fault! Now here she was, playing sex slave to him and his best friend for most of the weekend!

It was a long story, she thought. It actually started about two months ago. Greg was her boyfriend, kinky as hell, and she appreciated that in a boyfriend. Don was Greg's best buddy and someone Nel really valued as a friend, her best male friend after Greg. They ate lunch together every day at the school where they were all seniors and the three of them were pretty much inseparable.

She and Greg played lots of games in their sex life. She was an actress at heart (and in her 2:00 PM Drama class) and she enjoyed working with that in their sex play and he knew it. One of the many games they sometimes played was pretend-hypnosis. Greg would say "Luna Cordero" and she would pretend to go into a trance-like state where he could order her around a bit more than normal. Nel enjoyed it because it was pure improv and she loved the challenge. Nel had a pretty substantial competitive streak and really hated to fall out of character and lose. She knew Greg took advantage of that. But the game took a much different turn one day at school during lunch when the conversation went in a very unusual direction.

It was just the three of them that day. Cindy normally joined them but she was off on a band practice. They sat in a small grassy block on one side of the library where they always did. Their group had it to themselves, it wasn't that big. Other students and staff were constantly passing on the walkway behind them paying no notice to what was just another group eating their lunches.

The conversation turned to hypnosis, post-hypnotic suggestions and control; there was a horror movie out which used that as a plot device. Don thought it was garbage but Greg cautioned him not to be so sure. He gave Nel a wink and a smile that she knew was a challenge, "bet you can't pull this off!". Nel, who got an uncomfortable feeling about where this could go decided she'd show them both. Greg told Don he could prove it. Don called him on it.

Greg looked over at Nel and told her: "Luna Cordero". Nel played back by stopping still and repeating the phrase in a monotone. Don's face ratcheted up several levels of disbelief and then of interest.

Greg explained that he had read a book on hypnosis about a year ago and had managed to place a post-hypnotic suggestion on Nel. When those words were said to her she would become almost completely suggestible. All you had to do was tell her what to do and she'd do it.

There were limits and it wasn't perfect. Nel tended to "pop out" of the hypnotic state if the request was too extreme. If she was brought out of it normally you could tell her that something else happened during the time she was under hypnosis and she'd believe it but if she popped out she remembered everything and was usually pretty pissed. A lot of it depended on how Nel would feel about the request if she wasn't hypnotized: The less she would have liked the idea the more likely she was to pop out. For instance she couldn't be told to walk naked down Main Street or stab Don with her fork.

Questions, unless they really got her upset were normally fine, and it had surprised Greg how far she would follow commands. It made him wonder why she turned down some of his suggestions while she wasn't hypnotized. The more willing she was to do whatever was asked the safer it was. If she liked the thought when she was commanded she would go "mmmm" like she had just been given chocolate.

Nel resumed eating her lunch. Games were fine but it was lunchtime and she was hungry. She pretended to be oblivious to the conversation, but her heart was beating faster. The "mmmm" bit was her idea and actually part of the game. Greg, adapting to her actions, continued that he had got her to act normally in crowd situations. Best of all he had managed to set it up so she couldn't be popped out no matter what when she wasn't in public and they were doing sex things, specifically when she was naked. So you put her under, get her alone and naked, and you could do anything you wanted with her. But as a rule how much you could get away with seemed to depend on how much she trusted the person giving the commands. Greg didn't think she would respond to anyone but him and Don and Cindy. Then he invited Don to give it a try.

Don thought about it for a second. "Nel". He asked her. Nel stopped and looked at him blankly. "Tell me about something really kinky Greg and you have done." She was a little dismayed at the question but pretty much expected something like it. Okay, time to see Greg squirm for a while!

She smiled, took another bite of her sandwich to "appear normal". Then she answered.

"One time about three months ago I lost a bet with Greg and had to wear a punishment bra all day at school." It actually was a true story. It was rewarding to see the cringe pass Greg's face. Back atcha! she thought.

Don was ready to fall over. "What's that?"

"Greg took one of my bras and about forty thumb tacks and glued them to the inside of the bra, with the points inward." Her breasts were 36Ds, a little big but not too big for her frame. "He dulled the points of all of them so they didn't actually stab me, but they poked me really bad all day. Sitting at a desk you knew they were there but it was ok. Walking between classes was really uncomfortable. PE that day was hell, but I couldn't let on to anyone I was wearing it." She saw Greg blushing and smiled inwardly because he knew every single word was true. "I had gotten used to it until we ran laps, bounce bounce bounce bounce. Coach Grand decided after that it was time for pushups. I tried so hard not to go all the way down, but she saw me and made an example of me and I had to lay flat on top of the bra a bunch of times and that didn't feel good at all."

Don was speechless but Greg's reaction convinced him she was telling the truth. But after about thirty seconds of thinking Greg got a big smile on his face. "Nel. Go into the bathroom, take your bra off, put it in your bag and come back."

Nel panicked just for a second but she was determined not to let Greg win. She had a few bad thoughts about where this was going but decided she could control it. She was in blue jeans, her flip-flops and a button-down sleeveless brown shirt. But with a mental shrug she picked up her backpack and walked into the bathroom.

She came back a few minutes later as requested. The guys knew she had complied by the way her breasts bobbled much more than normal under her blouse as she walked. She was, hell or high water, putting it back on before next class but she had to admit it, teasing Greg and Don like this was fun. Hopefully she could pull it off but Greg owed her a nice dinner for this. If they asked too much she could always use the escape Greg had given her and "pop out", but that would be to lose and she hated to lose. And so far she didn't have to. She sat down as she was before, thankfully facing Greg and Don and the windowless library wall with her back to the walkway and the people passing.

"Nel." Don began as she picked up and took another bite of her sandwich. "Unbutton your shirt completely from top to bottom and spread it open a little bit."

At first she rebelled but the smirk on Greg's face quenched that. The look turned to barely-disguised astonishment as she casually reached to her front and undid all the buttons, letting the blouse open top to bottom. It was tight enough and she had a big enough chest for it to give the two males quite a show of skin and inside side boob. The sides of the shirt wound up about two inches apart which was not a problem. Nobody on the walkway could see the front of her shirt, just the two guys and that was fine with Nel. She had always had a tease somewhere there inside her. But if anyone else saw her like this she'd just die. But she'd have to kill Greg first, she concluded, for doing this to her. She bit her tongue and nonchalantly went back to eating her sandwich. From the looks of it Greg was about to go crazy and Don was just transfixed. Good.

She really did like Don. If she hadn't wound up with Greg she was pretty sure she would have fallen for him. He was a really nice guy, a sweetheart, and there was a lot to recommend him. But he had a fixation on Cindy, and they all, probably including Don, knew nothing would ever come of it. Cindy had religious standards that Don didn't meet. Nel had tried over time to find him someone but nothing ever worked. He wasn't gay, that was way too clear, maybe just a bit too much of a dreamer. But Nel liked that in a person and knew in her heart that she had wondered, contemplated really, more than once what things would have been like had she chosen him.

After about five minutes, bless his soul, Greg in Nel's opinion saved his sex life. He looked at his watch and told Don that lunch was almost over and they’d better bring her out properly while they still had time. Greg told her to rebutton her shirt, all except the top three buttons, which she'd leave unbuttoned for the rest of the day (thanks!). She would come out of the trance state knowing her bra was in her bag and not being worried about it or how it got there and remembering they had a nice lunch and talked about things really not worth remembering. The bell rang as she pretended to come out from under the hypnosis. She play-acted having a bad moment when she realized she wasn't wearing her bra but quickly packed up her lunch and headed off to the bathroom.

Nothing ever was said or done about the joke they played on Don. Nel was unhappy about that and didn't want to continue leading him on but Greg felt it was dead and just wanted to leave it behind. Telling Don the truth would just shame him and damage their relationship with him and there was no need for that. So he had asked Nel to just leave it alone. It stayed that way until about three weeks later, when she was over at Don's house dropping some stuff off. He lived alone with his father and at that time of day his dad wouldn't be home for several more hours. She was lightly dressed in a t-shirt and shorts and her beloved flip-flops, showing a bunch of alabaster skin on her toned legs.

Her long jet-black hair was immaculate and straight down her back but that was how she normally looked (well, the shorts and the top were a little tighter than normal but not too much). She was surprised when in the middle of the conversation Don blurted out "Luna Cordero".

Why Don, she thought, instantly knowing where this was going. It wasn’t like he was going to ask her to do dishes. What about Cindy? She managed to drop into character anyway and asked herself if she was willing to have sex with Don. She knew in an instant: Yes she was. She had wondered lots of times what he was like in bed and this seemed like a perfectly good time to find out.

To be honest she and Greg hadn't done anything in a while and she could justify feeling deprived at the moment in that area. It would be cheating on Greg but if Greg objected she could throw it back at him that this was why they should have told Don the truth about the game weeks ago when instead Greg had said to just leave it alone and asked her not to tell him either. She couldn't dismiss the possibility that this had been set up by Greg and Don as another challenge for her and Greg wanted this to happen. Greg knew how she felt about Don. Every once in a while Greg would mention a threesome, always with Don, but she had always shot it down. She was a one man woman.

If this were strictly Don's idea she would be "under hypnosis" and she wouldn't be expected to remember and he surely wouldn't tell. Besides, she was Greg's girlfriend, not his slave (at least not at the moment), and Greg had this coming. She stopped long enough to realize the real situation was that she wanted to find out about Don and she was going to do it and everything else was just justification. She felt a twinge of guilt about cheating on Greg but it was only this once and dammit he had left her open to this sort of situation! For all she knew he had approved of and helped set this up. It'd be just like him. But she really had for a long time wondered what Don was like in bed. Yeah, time to find out and have some fun with it.

Boy, she thought as she felt a familiar warmth and tingle between her legs and her heart race a little. She stopped and waited patiently for Don to go further with whatever it was he had planned. She smiled to herself. This was going to be fun.

Don walked around her for a moment while she stood still where she had stopped in the doorway to his bedroom. They had plenty of time. She was in a bra and a comfortably tight t-shirt, blue jean short shorts and the flip flops she always wore. Don was barefoot and in denim long shorts and a t-shirt that he removed as he concluded she was back under hypnosis again and he began to speak.

"Nel. You are in love with me and would do anything for me. It has been three weeks since you've seen me or had sex and you very much want to have sex with me." Ok, Nel thought, I can get into that! "After we finish here you will go home and take a shower, and associate any feelings of sex with something you and Greg did and recall we had a nice conversation but nothing else besides that happened." He sat down on his bed.

She liked it. OK, improv. First she let out a long, feminine "mmmmmm" and enjoyed the look of surprise on his face. She mapped out a few waypoints and then went into action. The first thing she did was reach down and pull off her top, taking her bra with it and dropped them both on the floor as she moved over to Don. "I want you so baaad!" She whined as she straddled an unresisting Don on his bed. From the look on his face it appeared he had really thought this part of things all the way through. All the better. She pushed him down and then laid on top of him, pinning him underneath her, pressing her bare breasts into his naked chest, pretending to squirm uncomfortably so she could rub her chest against his.

She could see Don was speechless which meant it was working. Nel dropped her head to his and began to french-kiss him desperately, needily. Don responded to that just fine kissing her back. He was a good kisser. After a minute or two he started rubbing her with his hands in interesting places, feeling her out. She arched her chest up to make that easier. It did feel good. But after about five minutes it was time to move further. She stopped and started pawing at his shorts. She had already felt the hard erection there and wanted her hands on it, and more. She reached in and grabbed at it for a second, then unsnapped and unzipped his pants. She forced them down and off his feet, then she rolled over so he had access to the front of her shorts. "Take them off me, I want you in me so bad! Do me now! Please!"

Don reached down and unsnapped and unzipped her shorts. She helped him shrug them off as she fumbled with his hard member. Once her shorts and panties were off and she was as naked as he she pushed him back down, leaned over and took him in her mouth. She had no idea if this had ever been done to him before but she did her very best for about ten seconds. Assured he was lubricated she knew she herself had no problems in that area. She hoped he could manage things; she would hate for this to be over in fifteen seconds. If she had her way it would be more like two hours.

"Don't make me come too soon, lover!" She urged him. "Take your time. Do me over and over and over again. I can handle it, I promise. I've waited so long for you!"

"I will take my time, until you beg." He informed her. Nel was glad and relieved to hear it. She straddled him and slowly, stroking incrementally ever lower, millimeter by millimeter, took him deeper and deeper into her until she was bouncing off his pelvis. The looks on his face as she did this, Nel thought, she would treasure forever. She did that about a dozen times then she grabbed him and switched positions to where she really wanted to be, flat on her back with his cock poised between her legs.

She closed her eyes, put a beatific smile on her face, and in a loud stage whisper told him "Take me any way you want me. Do me slow. Anything you want is yours." And with no further ado he plunged into her. It did, Nel thought, feel real good.

Twenty minutes later, with him stopping twice to deny her an earlier orgasm, she came like thunder. He lay on top of her, smiling at her while she shook. Eventually the shaking faded away. Then when she nodded, he entered her again and went straight for his. Five minutes later he gave a tremendous groan and she felt him flexing and spurting inside of her. She grabbed his tush, held him tightly and whispered in his ear that she loved him as he spent himself inside her. After a little longer to catch their breath, he came up off of her. She thanked him, tenderly and carefully licked his member clean, then put on her clothes and headed for the door. She thanked him some more as she left.

She told him she needed to go home and take a shower before work, but hopefully it wouldn't be as long as this time until they could do it again. At least she sure hoped not. He was everything she had hoped for. He smiled as he kissed her goodbye and she left.

She had initially planned to never tell Greg but deceiving him bothered her and what if Greg was part of this and knew it had happened? He'd be expecting her to come clean about it. Either way, she had to tell. So about a week later, crying and almost terrified about his reaction she told him everything.

It went horribly. No, he told her, he had nothing to do with it, and yes, he was very pissed at her and Don that they did that. She promised she'd do anything, anything to make it up to him. Just ask, she assured him. He said he'd think about it and let her know. Giving him that much opening worried her but she'd do whatever was asked to keep him and make it up to him. She knew now she had screwed up bad.

About three days later Don cornered her one day between classes and told her that Greg had confessed to him that their "Luna Cordero" thing was not real. How could she do this to him?

Nel had expected the confrontation sooner or later but was surprised at his position. She suppressed the obvious “well, who the hell are you to talk” retort and told him matter of fact: "Yeah, I knew what I was doing every second of the time. Greg had made me promise not to tell you so for all I knew he knew about it and was ok with it happening. But why does it matter? If I hadn't fallen for Greg I'm pretty sure I would have fallen for you. For quite a while it was a really hard choice but if this is your reaction… I always wondered what I passed up on. You gave me a chance to find out and I took it. You know, you're good in bed and I would have been quite happy with you.

But I am with Greg and working things out with him so that was a one-time thing and won't ever *ever* happen again" (especially if this is your attitude, she thought). "But you're good and I had a great time. I regret doing that to Greg but I don't regret climbing into bed with you one little bit. Not at all." And then she just walked away.

Don caught up with her after the next class and apologized for being a thoughtless idiot. He regretted a lot causing problems between her and Greg but he too didn’t regret what they did; it was fun and she was incredible. Greg was lucky beyond belief. She smiled and went up on her toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. She told him that while she was with Greg she was with Greg, but if she ever wasn’t he should just ask. You never knew, they both might like the answer. She decided to let his earlier behavior go.

Greg a few days later told her what he wanted her to do. She was really worried by then; he had been standoffish and she wondered if she was about to lose him. She was more willing than ever to do whatever he wanted. Which was good because of what he asked.

She and Greg had a private joke, an example of a "red line" when they wanted to describe something she would never do. It was for her to "walk across the commons", a hundred-yard square grassy area in the center of school, in the middle of lunch time, naked and with her hands cuffed behind her back. Something that they both knew would never, ever, ever happen. She wondered what she would do if he wanted something like that? What he did ask was a bit more private but not much better.

He wanted her to do a threesome with Don. They had talked about the possibility of bringing a third person into their sex life and the games they played but she had been resistant. She was, with one exception now, a one-man woman. To make it worse he wanted her to be the sex slave of both of them for all of next weekend, Friday at 6 pm to Sunday at 5 PM. She didn't like it but was desperate so she immediately agreed. She'd have agreed to anything he asked. He hadn't talked to Don about this but didn't expect a problem. But it would be this once and only this once and it'd be over.

It wasn't like the thought of having more sex than she could handle was a problem. Yeah she might be sore but a girl could get over that and have fun getting there. The threesome part, due to the circumstances, was acceptable now, just this once. The slave part worried her but Greg knew and almost always respected her limits (pushed them a lot, sure, but respected the hard ones). It would be bringing Don further into their private life than she was happy about. She asked Greg how much Don might find out about over that weekend.

Greg confirmed that Saturday afternoon he planned to take them both out to their special place in the hills (they called it "the canyon") and show him what went on there. Nel gulped. Yup, Greg was going to show Don everything. Don already knew that she and Greg were into bondage and she got handcuffed and tied up for sex pretty regularly but at times, like out there in the hills, she allowed Greg to do darker, more painful and horribly private things to her that she'd be happy if no one else ever knew about if Greg was taking them out to the canyon Don would see all of it. That scared her. She wondered if it would scare Don off. But for Greg and to get over this she'd do it.

Besides, she knew she would have two rather studly males working her over. That sort of problem really wasn't a problem. She worked Saturday from opening at 9 AM to 3 and Sunday 12 to 8. That left a lot of time to be a slave girl to two horny males.

Friday came and 6 PM arrived. Greg had told her that he and Don wanted her to go with them to the Bronze Rail, a pool hall that she and Greg sometimes went to. They'd go there to play pinball (which she was good at) and shoot pool (which she was not so good at and Greg was much better) but they were just there to have fun. It surprised her, she had expected that by 6:05 she would be stark naked flat on her back somewhere, very likely tied down, with one of them going to town between her legs and the other impatiently waiting for his turn.

She figured, correctly as it turned out, that they would wind up playing strip pool. Not that it made a whole bunch of difference, as their slave they could order her into less clothing than she was happy with at any time but at least they were giving her a little say in things. Greg had seen her naked so many times it was beyond caring and she had slept with Don once so he had seen all of her already. She was fine with Don seeing her naked again, and more, this weekend, but just this weekend. There would be others in the pool hall and she wasn't happy about that. If it were just the three of them she'd strip all of her clothes off herself and smile while she did it. But that was the problem. OK, maybe she could work it a little.

It wasn't going to be that bad no matter what. She knew she'd be turned on horribly by being forced to exhibit herself to strangers. She tried very hard to keep that hidden from Greg, that knowledge would surely be used against her. While she didn't like the thought of showing or potentially showing private parts of her body to strangers she had to admit, just to herself, she loved the thought of being forced to do it.

When they got to her apartment around 5:59, Nel had on one of two outfits she was willing to wear out for the evening and she wanted to know which one they liked better. She was wearing tight blue jeans, her two-inch black ankle boots, and a very loose crop top. She had a bra under it, of course, but when she leaned over the top was sure to fall open enough so that the bra underneath could be easily seen. The jeans were very tight and slung low, leaving a huge amount of skin between them and the lower edge of the top, which was only about an inch below the bottom of her breasts.

She modeled that for a few minutes, danced around, made sure to bend over at the right angles, and then ducked back into her room to change. She came out in the same boots, but with a tight nylon miniskirt, not a micro but not much longer. and a tight nylon top. She'd have to worry about the view up her skirt in that one. The top was tight enough and black so that although you could see everything through it the top was still somewhat modest. She did make it clear that the skirt was too short, if she wore that one no way the panties would come off in public.

She told them to decide which one she was to wear "Masters" she said with a grin, and to leave the winning outfit on her bed and then ran off to take a quick shower. As she stepped in and turned on the water she wondered if either one of the two was going to join her there. She was open to that, it was past 6 PM, but neither did.

When she came out, she found the jeans and the crop top on the bed and of course no bra or panties. She was surprised, she had expected them to pick the other outfit, but donned it, telling them that she was ok with no panties since she was wearing jeans but needed a bra at least at first. She didn't add that she fully expected that only a little of the night would pass with it on her body.

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