After Hours · Bound 2 · Part 2

After Hours · Bound 2 · Part 2 (2/2)
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“Oh come on, Ashley,” Helen said. “Stay focused, will you? You know there’s time for that later, but we have to stick to the plan for now. Don’t tell me I have to tie you up as well.”

I cleared my throat and looked away shamefully. I naturally knew that she was right and the impulse to release myself subsided. I muttered an apology while Helen went back to Judy. She put her hand on Judys back to keep her down while she used her other hand to slowly rub her pussy lips.

Judy jerked violently the moment she felt the hand on her privates, but Helen kept her pinned down. There was no alternative but to submit, so Judy relaxed only after a few vain attempts to get away.

“Now, Judy,” Helen began. “We know very well by now that you designed this little game of yours knowing full well that you’d beat us hands down every day. So we thought we’d make you a little game we designed just for you. Sounds only fair, right?”

Judy didn’t bother to even mutter through her gag as a response, but her dirty look made it clear that she was not in agreement. Helen smiled at me as she picked up the same message. This was my cue to get some more peas, so I started towards the closet.

But I was stopped when a loud yelp emanated somewhere deep behind the gag and I turned to look what was the cause of the distress. It was pretty obvious, as Helen had inserted a finger in Judy's pussy and was slowly exploring her insides. I looked at Judy, trying to interpret her expression, hoping to find at least a trace of arousal from her. But I couldn’t read her expression at all and once her gaze turned to me, I quickly looked away, feeling rather conscious about the entire situation. I scooped a handful of peas and then went back to Helen.

“The name of this game is ‘pick up the peas’,” Helen told Judy. “A very simple game indeed, nothing you can’t handle since you seem be partial to games involving these. The only goal is to pick up the peas Ashley is about to throw on the floor.”

That was my cue and I dropped the raw peas on the floor. They rolled around all over the kitchen floor and several of them went under the counters and the oven.

“That’s all you have to do, very basic stuff in my opinion,” Helen continued. “Now, to make it interesting, you’ll obviously be hogtied and remain gagged, so you’ll have to find some way of picking them up. I don’t know what you’ll come up with, but I’m sure we’ll both find it extremely entertaining. And that’s not all, there’s one additional rule.”

Helen took her finger out of Judy and reached for a spatula that was hanging from the wall. It had a plastic handle that I had been sure to wash several times before closing the diner. She held it close to Judy so she could see the handle.

“You’ll have to keep this inside. If you fail to do so, you’ll immediately forfeit the game and have to be punished.”

If Judy had been a docile listener up to this point, this new element of the game drove her up the walls. She started to struggle and muffled screams penetrated her brutal gag. We had been expecting this response, so I knew exactly what to do.

Helen kept her left hand on Judy's back and held her down forcefully, while I knelt and grabbed Judy's hips with both hands, trying to keep it steady. Helen then rubbed the handle of the spatula against Judy's pussy opening so that it opened properly to allow the handle to slide into her without any resistance.

This was another moment where I was almost carried over the edge. I was so close to her pussy that I could smell it and I could almost hear the handle penetrating her. I had to resist with all my might so that I wouldn’t just lunge myself at her clit. I would’ve so loved to lick her and see once and for all if Judy was into these kinds of games.

But the moment did not last and I had to stand up and step back while Helen helped Judy stand up while keeping the spatula inserted in her. I then assisted her as we helped Judy lay down on the floor on her stomach. Once she was settled on the floor, Helen still kept the spatula in place to make sure it wasn’t coming out on its own and then let go.

I was already ahead of her and handed Helen a zip tie just as she was turning to pick one up. She smiled at me as she took it and then bent Judys knees so that her heels touched her buttocks. She then took the zip tie and looped it around the ties securing her ankles and around the shoelaces that held her wrists together.

“Wow, when you said you wanted to tie her tight, you weren’t kidding,” Helen said as she struggled to get the zip tie under the laces that were already so tight they were biting into Judy's flesh.

But after a few tries, Helen found a strand to tie the zip tie to and so Judy was securely hogtied. Helen bent down so she could whisper to Judy's ear: “Time begins now.”

She then patted Judy's cheek and stood up to watch.

I have to admit that I was soon quite impressed with Judy's resolve. Neither of us had been sure if Judy would even make an effort in this rigged game of ours, but she was struggling like crazy. I couldn’t be sure if she was struggling to actually reach the peas or to get free, but in either case it was very entertaining to watch.

I glanced at Helen, who was smiling as wide as she could, clearly enjoying the show as much as I did. The grunts Judy made behind her gag pushed just the right buttons for both of us. Nobody grunts like that unless they truly are securely gagged and we knew it from experience.

After we had watched her for a moment, Helen clearly got bored having nothing to do, so she went to Judy and started to slap her all around and yelled taunts at her. I’m not usually the aggressive player, but I was so into what was going on that I joined her just a while later.

Soon it was a rather enjoyable game that we were playing. Judy's dress and apron were a mess and she couldn’t help but expose herself in various parts and both of us were as eager to get a slap on bare skin whenever it showed. I shouted both taunts and encouragement at Judy, not really caring if it made any sense or not.

We soon found that in addition to slapping bare skin wherever it presented itself, her breasts and feet were especially gratifying to slap as it brought the most response in the form of those arousing grunts.

Soon we were in a very comfortable rhythm with Helen as we slapped and shouted at Judy, when all of a sudden: Clank!

Both of us froze and Judy did so as well once she got herself into a position where she could do so. Helen and I looked at each other and Judy tried to look away. The spatula was lying on the floor, definitely not inside her anymore. We all just stayed there for a moment, not saying a word.

“Well, looks like somebody’s in need of some punishment,” Helen said and smiled at me as she did so. I smiled back at her. We both had planned for just this to happen and knew that it was the cue for the final main event of the evening to start.

“I think it’s time we take Judy to the locker, she’ll find that we’re much better equipped to take care of her there,” Helen said and I nodded. I grabbed scissors from the counter and cut the zip tie that connected her ankles to her wrists. Judy’s legs sprung back straight and she let out a sigh of relief.

Helen then kneeled in front of Judy and together we turned her around so she was now lying on her back and I took a hold of her legs while Helen took hold under her arms.

“On three, ok?” Helen asked and I nodded. We raised Judy from the floor and she looked around looking quite surprised at the turn of events.

We started slowly to carry Judy to the locker room, careful not to let her fall or hit anything. I was going backwards, so I wondered why Helen was gesturing to me so frantically until I hit the locker room door.

A stupid oversight, I should’ve opened the door before we lifted Judy, but in the excitement I had completely forgotten. There was nothing to do but to awkwardly balance Judy’s feet in one hand and half turn to the door to open it. It was lucky that it opened inside the locker room, so we didn’t have to maneuver around it.

Once we were in the locker room, Helen kicked the door shut and we carefully positioned Judy standing in the middle of the room beside a long bench. Her balance wasn’t very good as her ankles were still locked together, so I held her up while Helen pulled out a gym bag from the closet.

When I saw the gym bag, I knew that this was finally it. All the planning, all the waiting would finally culminate in this. What had already happened was huge, but it would be nothing compared to what was in store. The plan had gone off without a hitch and the big climax was about to be delivered.

I looked at Judy, who had by this time clearly just given up and submitted to the scene. She didn’t resist anymore and her gaze was decidedly different. She was almost looking like she might reach subspace. Maybe she was into the proceedings after all?

Meanwhile Helen had opened the gym bag and the familiar sight of gags, toys and endless coils of rope were revealed. My insides took another spin as I registered the sight. I had been in a similar position before, but nothing pushed my buttons like the anticipation that the sight of rope brings.

Helen was an excellent rigger and it was clear that she had been waiting for the moment she could dig into the art of rope. Therefore it didn’t take her much time at all before she was coiling the rope expertly around Judy.

She began by tying Judy’s elbows so that they weren’t quite touching, but became very close. Judy didn’t object to it, so I assumed that she had to be fairly flexible. The rope was a very long strand, so after tying off the elbows, Helen used the rest of the rope to create a harness around Judy’s chest that secured her hands even more firmly against her torso.

Once Helen had tied off the rope, she took a shorter rope to properly tie Judy’s wrists again and tied the rope off to the elbowtie. Helen then took her safety scissors and cut open the shoelaces. Again Judy let out a sigh of relief as the shoelaces fell from her wrists, leaving quite severe marks. It had been a pretty rudimentary solution to use them and one could easily see why rope does the job better.

Helen then moved on to tie Judy’s legs above and below her knees. I had to hold Judy firmly as they were tied since her balance couldn’t deal with the jerks and pulls that are necessary to create an effective tie. Finally Helen tied Judy’s ankles and cut the zip tie off. She was now tied much more firmly, but also a lot more comfortably.

Helen stood up beside me and she caressed Judy’s breast trough the dress and apron that were barely hanging on Judy anymore.

“Now, isn’t that much better?” Helen asked and Judy nodded sheepishly. “I think it’s time we replace the gag as well.”

Judy seemed very eager to get rid of the brutal gag that she was sporting, even if it meant that it would just be replaced with another. I started to untie the waist apron strings behind Judy’s head, but Helen waved me off.

“It’ll be quicker if I just cut it off,” Helen said and I went back to keeping Judy’s balance.

Helen was very careful to not cut Judy anywhere in the face as she slid the scissors under several strands of the apron string. Then she slowly cut the strings and we both started to uncoil the gag.

As soon as it was possible, Judy spat out the soaked panties from her mouth with quite a lot of drool and breathed hard under the relief that having her mouth unclogged brought. But as she might have guessed, her relief was extremely brief as Helen almost instantaneously placed a ring gag behind her teeth and pulled the strap tight before Judy had a chance to say anything. She did try, but the ring gag only allowed for comical vowels to escape, yet another gag noise that pushed my buttons effectively.

“I think that now’s the time for punishment. And I think you know how bad girls are punished,” Helen said as she sat on the long bench in the middle of the locker room.

I then assisted Judy as she bent over Helen’s lap, so that her buttocks were once again the prime target area. Helen then lifted the hem of Judy’s skirt and her ass was bare for the abuser.

And that was exactly the role Helen took. She slapped Judy very hard on the buttocks and then rubbed them before hitting again. I was surprised how hard Helen was actually spanking Judy. Apparently she was more pissed at Judy than she had led me to believe. Every time a new hit was delivered, Judy let out a loud yelp trough the ring gag. We had tested the room before and knew that it was practically soundproof. There was no way for anyone to hear and even though spanking really wasn’t my major kinks, I cherished the gag noise and Judy's predicament.

I looked at Judy straining against the ropes each time a new blow was delivered and took in her helplessness. She was also starting to drool profusely and could do nothing about it. I was close to insanity with arousal, but this time I had no problems about keeping my hands away from the areas that screamed for attention.

“Have you learned your lesson yet?” Helen asked between slaps and Judy attempted her best to respond by letting out a lot of various vowels and shaking her head for yes.

“Well, that’s very good,” Helen said as she slapped her again. “But it’s really not enough anymore. We’ve done so much for you over the past few months that just punishing you isn’t going to cut it anymore. I think it’s high time you did something for us.”

Judy was no longer as eager to agree as she had no clue as to where this was going, but she was still in a generally accepting mood.

“Good, that’s what I thought,” Helen said and then nodded at me.

I immediately took a nearby stool and placed it in front of Judy. Helen helped Judy to lift her head up to the level of the stool as I sat down on it. I lifted my other leg on the bench Helen was sitting on and spread my other leg. I went a little forward so that Judy was almost touching my private area.

“I think you’ve seen enough movies to know what to do next, don’t even pretend you don’t. There’s a reason why you have a ring gag instead of a ballgag.” Helen said to Judy as I lifted the hem of my skirt and apron to reveal my pussy to her.

“Don’t start yet. I think we need to keep this interesting,” Helen continued. I thought it was already sufficiently interesting and wanted desperately for Judy to start, but there was no question that Helen was in charge. She held up the same spatula that we had used before in view and continued: “I’m going to be fucking you with this and doing my utmost to get you to come. Therefore your challenge is to make Ashley come before you do or your next punishment will be significantly more unpleasant than what you’ve experienced so far. Consider it my way of making sure you put true effort into it.”

I was pretty sure that making me orgasm at the moment didn’t require much effort at all, but I couldn’t help but admire the scheme. Helen inserted the handle of the spatula in Judy without ceremony and started to slide it in and out. That was my cue and I slid forward just enough that Judy’s mouth encompassed my pussy mound and we were off to the races.

I was already soaking wet down there, so Judy’s tongue slid around my pussy lips and clitoris without any resistance and the feeling was nothing short of electrifying. Resisting the urge had truly been worth it now that I was finally getting my needs tended to. The feel of her lips and tongue was almost too much to handle and I arched my back to take in the sensations.

My other hand was holding up the skirt and apron and I put my other hand behind Judy’s head to keep her inseparable from my pussy. I could feel the strap of her gag, which only intensified the moment.

I could hear Helen slapping Judy amidst the fucking and fondling and every time I could feel Judy’s reaction on wherever her tongue was probing me. It felt like my entire body had turned into a sex organ and the orgasmic sensations filled my every nerve ending. Even my teeth tingled in tune of Judy’s surprisingly expert licking.

I tried to hold back in order to prolong the feeling, but there was only so much I could do. In the end the inevitable happened and I could feel explosive force of the massive orgasm gaining momentum. In short order it washed over me so intensely that I had to pull away from Judy’s tongue.

I had lost all sense of my surroundings and had forgotten that I was only sitting at a stool, so I could feel myself distantly falling over to the floor. But it didn’t matter one bit as my body was still under the spell of the orgasm. The sensation was so intense that I had to put both hands over my groin in a vain attempt to contain it.

My body was shaking and I was letting out a powerful scream, it felt like there was an earthquake inside me. I tried to inhale, but my strained muscles didn’t allow it. I was almost starting to panic in the throes of such violent sensations, but right then I could feel the orgasm slowly releasing its hold.

Slowly I brought myself back to reality, not trying to move or fight the sensations anymore. Slowly I could feel the strained muscles relaxing and getting back some feeling to my limbs. I could inhale again and I knew that I was in the clear. I had never imagined I could experience anything like it, much less ever came even close to it.

I kept my eyes shut and breathed heavily, recovering from the orgasm. I could feel drool starting to build around my mouth on the floor, but I did not care. I knew I had to take my time to recover and didn’t care about anything else. I wondered briefly what was going on with Judy and Helen, but I could hear no sounds from them, so I just let it go.

Very slowly I finally opened my eyes. I was facing away from Judy and Helen, so I carefully sat up, wiping the drool from my face. When I turned around to them the sight of them surprised me completely.

Helen had completely untied Judy and they were sitting side by side on the bench, smiling broadly at me. I didn’t understand what had happened. There was no way Judy could’ve gotten out on her own and even if she did, why was she just sitting there.

“I think we got her pretty good, don’t you?” Judy asked, smiling at Helen. Helen smiled back.

“Oh yes we did.”

“What’s… What’s going on?” I managed to ask, very slowly and weakly.

“You didn’t really think I go around the diner every day without any underwear, did you?” Judy asked and continued: “I was in it all along. It was all a set up, just for you.”

“What?” I managed to ask.

“It took some effort to keep it hidden from you, I have to tell you that,” Helen said. “Me and Judy have been seeing each other for almost a year now. Judy is a really hard player, she just hasn’t been in the clubs lately.”

“We decided pretty early on to do something like this with you,” Judy continued. “We knew that it’s been awhile since you’ve last had a chance to play and felt bad about it. I know you well enough to know that you would appreciate a stunt like this.”

“It was really hard to keep our relationship a secret from you, so you’d fall for it,” Helen said. “Every night that we spent planning this thing against Judy, I went over to her place and we continued planning this thing for you, incorporating our latest schemes to our plan.”

“We waited for a long while for just the right night to go ahead with it,” Judy said. “I lost the game on purpose. Although we almost messed it up since Helen was supposed to tie with me instead of you in the first round.”

I was stunned. Not only was I still feeling aftershocks from the tremendous orgasm, but I had to let these new revelations sink in. I searched a long time for something appropriate to say.

“Wow,” I said weakly. Both Judy and Helen smiled at this.

“You must’ve had some idea, right?” Judy asked. “I mean, things like these don’t happen in real life.”

“Uh, I was quite worried,” I said. “I was pretty sure we’d end up unemployed or in a courtroom.”

Judy laughed at the thought.

“But wow,” I said again. “That was a pretty harsh scene if it was all just an act.”

“As I said, Judy is a very hard player,” Helen said.

“Indeed. This was almost like foreplay to me,” Judy confirmed.

“Wow,” I said again, already conscious of how idiotic it must’ve sounded by that point. But that was simply the only thing I could think of.

“So, what now?” I asked finally. “The scene is over. Do we just clean up and go home? What will this mean for us in the future?”

Judy and Helen looked at each other. Then Helen pulled a ballgag from the gym bag and dangled it in front of my face. She looked at me with a twisted smile.

“Who said anything about the scene being over?”

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