Wish Lists · Part 2

Wish Lists · Part 2 (2/2)
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nd someone to do it. No wonder Luanne arranged to be gone. Julie could even remember Luanne’s sly smile as she told Julie that her best present was yet to come.

“…anyway, we need to get on the road before it gets too bad.”

With that, Julie felt herself being picked up and placed in some sort of box. It was a snug fit and she could feel him close the top of the box with her toes. There was a few more rips of tape as she imagined him taping the box shut. Then she felt herself being picked up and wrestled awkwardly outside.

Julie could feel the cold night air as it seeped into the carton. Fortunately, it wasn’t long before he set her down inside his truck and the warmth crept back in. As she felt the car begin to move, she also felt something bump against the side of her box.

Luanne.

Julie smiled at the thought of her hapless roommate, bound and struggling, awaiting the same fate as her. Julie was sure that Luanne had made sure whomever this was was someone that she could trust. Julie had read online about kidnapping clubs and had even thought about getting involved in one. The only problem was she was too shy to do anything about it. Apparently Luanne had, however, done something about it for her and now they were in the same boat, like it or not.

Knowing what was happening also sparked a little fire inside of her. Julie began to imagine what he was going to do to her after he got her unpacked; thinking about his hands touching her and his lips kissing her. She began to rock her hips, trying to get some sort of pleasure, but he had tied her pretty thoroughly and all she could do is stew in her own erotic juices until he released her.

Julie had lost track of time in her fantasies. It came as a surprise when she felt her box being pulled out and juggled into his house. She felt him set her down on the floor. She heard the ripping open of the tape and then she felt him tilting the box over. The stranger helped roll her out onto the carpet and then took her box away.

She could hear another woman moaning, trying to say something into her gag. Julie wriggled a bit to get onto her stomach. Then the stranger pulled her pillow case off of her head.

The first thing she noticed was Luanne. She was bound in a strict hogtie facing her. She could tell by the look in her blue eyes that she was not happy. Not furious, no, just unhappy.

Wes knelt down between the two of them.

“I need you, Julie, to explain to your roommate here what happened,” he said as he gently pulled off the tape off of Julie’s lips and took the foam ball out of her mouth.

Julie took a quick look at her roommate before turning to look at Wes, her abductor, “No, I don’t think I have to.”

Even though the man was still wearing his ski mask, she could see a puzzled look cross over his face.

“You see, I know Luanne here was wanting this to happen too. She has had her fantasies about being kidnapped and all, just like me. I know that we could both use a little of your tender loving care, if you know what I mean.”

Wes nodded a bit, look back at the other girl, Luanne. She was trying to say something into her gag as she squirmed in her hogtie.

“Now, if you would be so kind as to gag me again, we can get on with our little Christmas fantasy.”

Julie opened her mouth wide and Wes pushed the foam ball back into her mouth and sealed her lips again.

He looked over at the Luanne again and smiled. She was still writhing in her bondage and uummphing into her gag. In her white chemise, she looked quite sexy and he wanted to see a whole lot more of her later but other things had to be done. He rubbed Luanne’s head like he would a playful dog and turned his attention back to Julie.

“Let’s see what’s under all that wrapping,” Wes said as he rolled Julie onto her side.

Julie’s red flannel nightgown did not flatter her form much. Still, Wes could tell that there was a shapely young woman underneath. She was struggling again, but he could tell it was more for show than trying to actually escape. Still, getting her out of the nightgown wasn’t going to be easy.

Rolling her back onto her stomach, Wes first untied the ropes holding her arms to her back and her ankles to her thighs. Next, he carefully unwound the tape around her calves. Lifting her up, he pulled her nightgown up around her waist before retying her legs just above her knees. He noticed that she was wearing a modest pair of cotton panties. Still holding her legs, he peeled the panties off up to her knees before rolling her over onto her back.

Wes continued to pull on the hem of her nightgown until it was up over her head and bunched around her arms and shoulders. Holding her firmly, her then cut the duct tape holding her elbows together, making sure he didn’t harm Julie or her gown. He forced the gown further down her arms past her elbows before tying them together with another length of rope. Finally, he undid the tape that enveloped her hands and wrist until they were free and he could pull the nightgown off. It took some wrestling, but finally he pulled the gown away from her, leaving her nearly naked. He rewrapped her wrists and hands with tape and sat back to admire his handiwork.

Julie was slender and light skinned; her breasts not nearly as large as her roommates. Her stiffened nipples were a dark pink and the nest between her legs was narrow and lush with dark curls. She squirmed on the floor and mewled into her gag, all the time looking up at Wes with those dark, onyx-like eyes.

It was time to get the toys out, Wes thought, and he headed towards the bedroom.

Luanne was still in shock about what had just happened. Julie had just giving Wes permission to do as he pleased with the both of them. Yes, she had had some fantasies about being kidnapped. Every woman did. It was the stuff of romance novels. But she really wasn’t thrilled about it as apparently Julie was. She guessed that Julie was getting her back at her for planning this without her knowledge.

Luanne caught Julie looking at her. She could almost see the evil smile through the tape. It was definitely in Julie’s smiling eyes.

Both of their attentions were drawn back to Wes. The pictures on his blog didn’t do him justice. Though he wasn’t really tall, he was well built. Luanne could see it in how his black t-shirt stretched over him and how he filled his black jeans. This was a man serious about his physique. Luanne actually went to the trouble of e-mailing some of his past ‘victims’ and they all pretty much said the same thing: he was good.

Luanne was also curious what was in the red plastic tub that he brought out and set on the floor between them. He popped the top and began pulling various leather items out. She recognized some as types of handcuffs, but others she didn’t have a clue about.

Her mood began to soften as the vibrator continued to hum within her. Her curiosity was trumping her outrage. Sitting in the truck she could feel the first licks of an orgasm building and she probably would have cum if she hadn’t been so pissed. After spreading out the items, Wes turned to her.

“Time to get you unwrapped too,” He smiled through his ski mask.

First, he untied the rope harness holding her wrists up in back of her. Luanne gave a sigh of relief, being able to move her arms somewhat. She was still in a hogtie, but it was now much looser and much more comfortable.

Gently, he rolled Luanne onto her side. Her struggles had made her chemise hike up her thighs and Wes could see a flash of her panties. She was struggling less and he could smell her arousal as he pulled up her hem just as he had Julie’s gown. It was easier getting it over her head since there was only two little spaghetti straps holding her chemise on her shoulders. Like Julie, Luanne was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were larger and crowned with large, pale pink nips. Luanne let out a growling moan as he started to knead each one, pinching and pulling on them gently until he could see Luanne’s hips starting to rock.

Luanne moaned her displeasure as he rolled her back onto her front. She watched Wes pick up one of the many straps and felt him encircle it around her elbows and pull it tight. Then Wes uncuffed one of her wrists, undid the rope to her hogtie and pulled the chemise off, throwing it underneath the Christmas tree. He refastened the cuff and rolled her back over.

“Are you okay with this?” Wes asked.

Luanne looked at him with her gorgeous blue eyes, paused, then nodded slightly. He smiled back and began to untape her ankles. He had a gentleness about him as he did it, making sure that he wasn’t taking off too much skin. Grabbing the thin waist straps of her panties, he pulled them down and off, joining Luanne’s chemise under the blinking lights. Wes took another leather belt from the floor and belted her one ankle to her thigh and repeated it to her other one. It was when he pulled the last strap tight she realized that she wasn’t putting up any fight. She could have kicked him when her ankles were free but she was so entranced with what he was doing, the thought hadn’t even crossed her mind.

Wes could hear his other prisoner moaning loudly and he glanced up over Luanne. He could see her squirming and wanting attention; her dark eyes pleading with him. He watched Luanne crane her neck back to look at Julie as well and he could have sworn he saw her wink.

Wes chuckled as he turned his attention back to Luanne. The vibrator was still buzzing as he took hold of its end and began to slowly pull it out of her. Luanne moaned and arched her back when he thrust it back into her. Wes picked up the pace, pumping her with the vibe as she screamed and writhed on the floor.

Luanne could feel the pressure building inside her, threatening to explode. The white hot flames of passion roared inside of her with every thrust until she felt her climax was about to engulf her.

Then he pulled the vibe away.

Luanne screamed her displeasure into her gag as he knelt on her legs, forcing them to stay open and unable to do anything to get herself off. He held the vibe over her, holding it out like a doggy treat.

“Want it girl?” he asked Luanne.

Luanne nodded her head, blushing furiously because she had to.

“Beg for it,” he said, “show me that you want it.”

Luanne thrust herself out to him the best she could, moaning and grinding. She had been so close…

“Stay.”

The bound girl moaned into her gag but she stopped her writhing.

“Good girl,” he said, “Do you want this?”

Luanne moaned as she nodded her head.

“If you are a good girl and stay, I you might get your treat,” he said, getting off of her legs and went over to Julie.

Julie was fascinated watching her headstrong roommate humiliating herself like that. It served her right, however, arranging this kidnapping without her knowing. She had been truly terrified. She deserved the torture she was getting.

Julie could hear her roommate protesting moans but Luanne didn’t move, keeping her legs open for Wes.

“Julie,” Wes asked holding Luanne vibe, “wanna treat?”

Julie nodded.

Wes grabbed several of the black leather straps and cuffs and squatted down beside her.

“If you’re a good girl and don’t try to escape, you’ll get to play with Luanne’s toy. However, if you try to get away, I have several things in that tub that can inflict a lot of pain, including a nasty riding crop and a flogging whip. Understand, my pet?”

Julie nodded again, a bit of fear creeping back into her mind.

Julie was still on her stomach as she turned her head toward her feet, watching her captor loosen her ankles and then her knees. He then slipped her panties all the way off, dropping them beside her.

Wes gathered up two more leather belts and strapped each of Julie’s ankles back onto her thighs, putting her in a tight frogtie. Julie struggled, testing her bonds. Deep down inside of her she felt a warm erotic itch that she knew needed being scratched. She rocked her hips, pressing herself into the carpet but she couldn’t slake her desire.

Opening her eyes, Julie saw her kidnapper pick up one last belt. Lifting her a bit, he ran the belt just under her breasts and buckled it over her arms, welding them to her back. He then patted her on her head.

“Good girl,” he said.

Kneeling behind her, he produced a foil-packaged condom and after opening it, stretched the ribbed rubber over the Luanne’s vibe. Julie closed her eyes as she felt him nudge the buzzing phallus between her lust-swollen lips until he could ease it into her all the way. She moaned through her taped lips as he turned it on and began to slowly fuck her with it.

Bolts of pure pleasure flared inside Julie as she tried to thrust herself back. The man was going too slow and she struggled to pick up the pace. As if reading her mind, he slowed his strokes even more and caused her to growl in frustration. Finally, after nearly exhausting herself, Wes began to thrust the vibe into her more rapidly.

Julie could feel an explosion building inside of her. The lightening hot sparks of ecstasy continued to riddle her with pure pleasure. She bucked and squirmed and screamed in her bonds as she felt as if she was going to be engulfed in her climax…

Then he pulled the vibrator out of her and held her legs apart.

The brunette wailed into her gag. She was so close to the biggest orgasm she had ever felt and he denied it to her. She now knew how her roommate Luanne had felt.

Wes waited until Julie had settled down before he got up, grabbing one of his riding crops from his bin.

“Both of you have been good girls,” Wes said, “and you both deserve to have a treat. But I have only one treat to give out…”

Wes held up the vibrator.

“… I have a dilemma. Which of you gets it?”

Both girls moaned into their gags, struggling in their bonds.

Wes turned off the vibe and set it down several feet away. He then maneuvered both of them so that they were beside each other facing the toy. The two brunettes looked stunning. Both had long, dark hair though Luanne’s was a shade lighter. Both had killer bodies and both were frog tied beneath his Christmas tree. He was going to have a doubly good Christmas this year, with twice as many packages to play with. He couldn’t have asked for a better gift. Still, they were missing something.

Reaching down, Wes picked out two collars that were in the tub. Both were made of black leather and glittered with chrome buckles and rings only one was wider than the other. Julie looked like she had the longer neck of the two, so he fastened the wider collar around hers. Luanne received the narrower one. Now they both looked like his pets to play with.

“The only fair way to do this is a race. The first of you that touches this toy will get to play with it and I will not use the crop on her… ”

Wes smacked the crop into the palm of his hand.

“The other girl, well, I will let you guess what’ll happen.”

Both girls winced as he slapped the crop into his hand again.

“When you hear the crop again, you can go.”

Wes paused, looking at the two sets of eyes on him; one blue and one black. He slowly raised his crop above his hand and paused before cracking it back down.

Luanne inch-wormed her way towards the vibe, the threat of pain driving her more than the promise of pleasure. It took her a bit, but she finally developed a rhythm that pushed her forward a little at a time.

The embers of her near-orgasm still burned inside of Luanne and the feel of the carpet grazing her stiffened nipples was setting those embers back into flames. It was all she could do to focus on getting to the vibrator first.

Squirming and bucking, Julie tried to catch up, mimicking her roommate movements. She had fallen dreadfully behind but she continued to push on. Her erotic efforts earlier had exhausted her and her gains could be measured in fractions of an inch. She kept glancing up and seeing her roommate doing better than she until she saw Luanne touch the vibe with her nose.

“Good girl,” Wes said as he rubbed Luanne’s head, “Good girl.”

Luanne grinned around her gag as she looked back at Julie. Her roommate had a defeated look about her as she just lay there in her bindings. She looked back at Wes as he put another condom on the vibrator and turned it on.

Closing her eyes, Luanne felt him kneel behind her and spread her swollen lips open with his fingers. He gently eased the vibe inside her. The toy’s humming caused another burst of pleasure to crash through her as he began to unhurriedly fuck her with it. She bucked her ass up, trying to match his rhythm, all the time moaning loudly into her gag. She felt as if she was going to burst out of her bonds as she attacked the vibe hungrily. Faster and faster he pumped her until her whole body shook as it was engulfed in an explosion of pure bliss. She writhed and squirmed in her frogtie until she was thoroughly drained, the vibrator still droning on inside her.

Julie waited in silence, dreading what was coming as she watched him leave her roommate still writhing in ecstasy. The warmth of her orgasm was radiating against Julie’s skin. She felt him kneeling behind and she squinted her eyes shut, waiting as he pulled her legs open.

Then Wes leaned over Julie, pulling her hair back and whispering in her ear.

“I found another treat in my pocket.”

Gently he rolled her over. Julie noticed that he had pulled out his erect cock and had sheathed it in another condom. Pushing her knees open, he positioned himself above her and pushed himself into her fully. He quickly fell into a brisk pace and Julie struggled to match him, thirsting for him as much as he thirsted for her. The pyre that had been lit earlier now seemed to crescendo even higher as thrust after thrust shot bolt of bliss ravaged her until she finally exploded in an eruption of molten pleasure.

Julie felt him shudder too as he thrust himself into her and held himself there. Then, he pulled himself out and slid his still-erect cock back behind the folds of his black pajamas.

Both women did not fight him as he pulled them both underneath his tree. Checking their bindings, he knew both of them would be there in the morning along with his other few gifts he needed to open. Quietly, he gathered up his collection of bondage gear as well as Luanne’s vibe. Lastly, he pulled a couple of pillows off of his sofa and put one under each of their heads.

“Merry Christmas,” Wes said as he turned off all the lights save for the Christmas tree, leaving his two best presents to let visions of sugar plums and ball gags dance through their heads until morning.

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