Bondage Adventures of Lara Cross · Part 2 (2/2)
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uot; Both damsels were on their stomachs, facing each other and raising several skin trenches on their sweat-soaked foreheads as they took blushing note of the other's distress.
"My Middle East connection will be here in about an hour. Why don't you two get acquainted."
Lara watched Paula leave the room and head for the front door, which she slammed and locked again. The seriously worried look in Gwenn's eyes, and the Herculean escape attempt that followed, told Cross all she needed to know. "We are in some very deep shit here."
Gwenn was completely naked; her upper body had been bound and gagged, and covered with a red-velvet, knee-length cape when Paula picked her up from a friend who owed HER a favor.
"What was I thinking?" pondered Gwenn as she replayed the evening's decisions. "If I'd known something like this was going to happen, I'd never consented to Rob's role-play games."
Lara was moving as rapidly as she could towards her new friend. "We've got to get out of this- we've GOT to!"
Gwenn's realization that there was no way she could free herself from the excellent rope work Paula had so tightly and happily applied to her five-foot-eight, 38-24-36 physique soon impacted her frazzled nerve endings.
A powerful rush of biochemical/electric energy raced up and down her spine, imploding in and around the crotch rope that had been so pleasurably insisting itself into Gwenn's recently discovered, sexual persuasions.
"I have never been so horny in all my LIFE! I wonder what Paula meant about her 'Middle east connection?' It didn't take Dolan long to face up to the undeniable fact that any hope of escape would hinge on Lara's willingness to help. When she looked up to see how Cross was doing with her fix, their noses were but a few inches apart.
"Mmuhuh?"
"Muhuh."
Lara's body language frantically indicated an escape plan, suggesting they should do their best to free one of the gags. They were soon lying on their sides, positioning Gwenn's fingers so as to give her access to the duct tape end in back of Lara's neck. In the meantime, both struggled deliciously in their bonds while one wondered why she'd lived so long without having experienced the outrageous pleasure of a bondage orgasm. The more they tried to escape, the hotter they got. The hotter they got, the more they struggled, until both got completely lost in the rapturous pleasure of a situation that was getting more and more sensational and out of hand "Mmuhuhuhuh!" ("Oh-my-gahahahahahd!") screamed Gwenn when her first multiple stopped progress on the gag tape.
Lara, too, took a break from the attempt to enjoy her end of the experience.
"MMMUHUHUH!" "A woman could get addicted to this. I wonder if she knows about the Middle East connection."
By the time our two damsels reached the last of their bondage orgasms, not only were they completely exhausted, but Gwenn's hands had also fallen asleep, which Lara was not aware of, making any real shot at escape impossible.
She waited patiently for her no-choice partner to get back to the gag, and did her best to keep from falling asleep.
"Muhmuhmuhmuh?" asked the tomb raider. But Gwenn had already given up and dozed off. "MMMUHUHUHMMMUHUH!!" "Doesn't she know what will happen if we don't get out of this? Shit, she DOESN'T know. She may think this is all a game or something." A sobering minute passed. "Now what?" Panic gripped Lara's innards. She took a deep breath and felt every inch of rope on her bound and bothered body tighten. There was nothing she could do but wait and hope an opportunity would present itself whereby she could somehow manage to get free from the punishing rope work of her first experience with bondage. Sleep quickly overtook her. "Might as well rest while we can."
About an hour later, Paula and her partner, Mark, showed up with two mail sacks, into which they stuffed and locked Gwenn and Lara, threw them down a laundry shoot, and drove them to a nearby basement filled with all kinds of bondage paraphernalia. They untied everything but their wrists, removed the gags, and cut off all of Lara's clothing. Our two damsels soon found themselves standing in front of a huge, ceiling to floor, mirrored wall, in strapped on, 6 inch heels, and very skimpy, black-leather thongs.
The circulation in their fingers returned, but the hot and bothered moisture between their legs was making it abundantly clear that neither one of them could resist the offbeat pleasure of being bound and manhandled by a couple of mean spirited strangers.
Paula stood between them in a skintight, low cut, leather mini dress, and patent leather, come-and-fuck-me heels. "How about we start the bidding at ten thousand each."
Six men and two women, who were seated in front of a console, behind which a video technician controlled and focused three TV cameras, occupied the room on the other side of the one-way mirror. The lenses were trained on the luscious threesome, transmitting the kinky event, via a closed circuit connection, to several other interested parties.
"Are either one of them versed in the bondage arts?" asked a female voice from Tokyo.
Paula glared at Lara, then at Gwenn. "…Well, are you?"
They both frowned and shook their heads in the negative.
The Tokyo connection continued. "Do they enjoy being bound and bothered?"
Paula again asked, "…Well?"
Lara and Gwenn widened their eyes and did their best to maintain generic postures and expressions.
"I see," said Tokyo. "How about we find out?"
"As you wish," said Trace. "But only if everyone else is in agreement."
(They were.)
Paula placed both hands on her hips, did the best she could to suppress a dissatisfied smirk, turned, and headed for the cellar door. "Mark!" It opened immediately. She passed through it and said, when she was well out of earshot, "Like I have nothing better to do than fool around with a pair of top-heavy twits."
Lara and Gwenn watched her leave the room. Mark entered. The door was slammed and bolted. A rush of peculiarly unfamiliar energy raced through their bodies, for they knew something very sexual was about to happen to both of them, and they were sure it would be a hell of a lot more stimulating than what happened to them earlier. They watched as the tall, dark, handsome hunk that'd driven them to God-knows-where grabbed a few skeins of thick, nylon rope off of some hooks on the wall to their left.
While Paula's partner in crime undid the skein he said, "Back to back."
His two assignments decided to play hard to handle. "Have it your way,"
warned Mark before calling out, "Debra! Kathryn!" The door was unbolted, and two, very striking women, dressed in tight-leather jump suits, and very high-heeled boots, entered the room. They walked straight to the disobedient tasks at hand.
Lara and Gwenn fervently protested against Deb and Kath's hard-pressed insistence, but to no avail, and were soon back-to-back, feeling the harsh embrace of rope around their elbows. Within a matter of seconds, Mark bound all four arm joints together behind their backs, cinched them very tightly, and continued to guide the line around their torsos as well. Three circles, just below their breasts, soon brutally bound their bodies together. Another three, above their heaving and billowing mounds, were soon cinched and tightly knotted as well. In the meantime, Deb and Kath worked on their legs, independently binding them together at the ankles and upper knees.
Mark then tied a line to Lara's waist, with three tight knots in front, threading the slack between her legs, up between her bound wrists and ass cheeks, through the back of her forearms, then through Gwenn's, and down between her legs and up to the waist, where it was also tied off, with every inch of slack pulled out. The rope centered on both their moistening pussies, digging into the thongs, and exerting several pounds of pressure thereabout. The two damsels did the best they could not to show any evidence of arousal, but their sensual readiness was about to enter into redlining territory, and there was nothing they could do about it.
Mark pulled a remote control device from his right pants pocket and pressed a button. A shiny, heavy-duty, silver hook descended from above.
He caught it under one of the elbow cinch circles before reversing its motor, then stood back as Deb and Kath left the room, without closing the door. The slack tightened considerably, thereby forcing Gwenn and Lara to stand at strict attention while the elbow cinches tightened to a very dastardly level and the crotch line pressure doubled. Mark stopped the motor, replaced the gizmo in his pants, and reached into a shirt pocket for a canister of thick dental floss. He pulled out and cut off a length of it and tied one end to Gwenn's now rock-hard, right nipple. She stared down at it with extreme dismay as Mark ran the floss over to the other, pencil eraser size protrusion, pulled out all the slack, and then some, wrapped it tightly, and knotted it off. He plucked the tether a few times to make sure it was nice and tight, repeating the procedure on Lara's nipples as well…
He then pulled a tube of Icy-Hot ointment out of his other shirt pocket and smeared a healthy gob of the stuff all over her breasts, especially where the floss had been tied. Gwenn made two fists and tried not to react as the gook was applied to Lara's erect nipples and breasts, also.
"Good grief," thought Dolan when the stuff started to do its thing.
"I've never been so horny in all my friggin' life!"
But that wasn't the end of their fix. After replacing the ointment tube in his pocket, Mark walked over to another bank of wall hooks and selected two fairly large Master locks. He opened them and returned to his damsels.
Lara watched as he hung one from her nipple tether and clicked it closed.
He did the same to Gwenn, stepped back a few feet, reached into his pocket, pressed a button, and the pulley motor tightened another two inches of slack out of the elbow suspension line. "There, that ought to do it."
When the door slammed and the bolt engaged, Lara and Gwenn looked at themselves in the mirror. They had been purposely left un-gagged, in the hope their passion would rise to the occasion in the form of whatever erotic gibberish they were inspired to utter.
"Fuck you!" screamed Lara as her sensual juices reached the boiling point, and what little self-control she had left evaporated before her worldwide audience's appreciating eyes. "Fuck the whole fucking BUNCH of you!"
"Twenty-thousand for Cross," offered Tokyo.
"Fifty for both of them," countered Australia.
The two madly writhing women coincidentally decided to bend their knees, to create whatever friction they could on the crotch line, digging the line much deeper into their dripping wet spots than the move was individually designed to effect. As the bidding escalated, so did Lara and Gwenn's passion.
They were soon moaning and making all kinds of wild and wonderfully provocative sounds as the weight of the locks and the tingling-icy heat on their breasts drove them to the outer cutting edges of their erotic envelopes.
"One hundred thousand for the pair," blurted Tokyo.
Our dynamic duo suddenly reached the ends of their psychosexual fuses, fighting their bondage for all they were worth to get the full effect the bind had been designed to inspire. Crazily, and with complete abandon, their efforts to control the inevitable exploded and filled the eyes and ears of their observers with what could only be described as the longest, most spectacular multiple Gwenn Dolan and Lara Cross had ever realized into their, up-to-then, sexually oriented experience.
"One million," bid Sheik Achmed Ben Shahad from his private jet, knowing, as the others did not, that the price was well worth it, given the treasured information Lara had guarded in her biochemical memory banks for the last several months.
"Good God, what's HAPPENING!" wondered Gwenn as she completely let go to her needs and thought, "Am I going to spend the rest of my life doing stuff like this?"
And Lara screamed, "DAMN you, the whole fucking LOT of you!
HOHOHOHOH-AHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Oh-my! Oh-My! OHOHOH-MAHEE-GAHAHAD!!!"
So it went for the next, several, heart-pounding minutes…
Epilogue
It was hopefully obvious to Lara that her abductors had gone for the bait she'd purposely placed on a file in her lap top computer. It indicated the location of a lead chest, buried in the desert, about a mile outside of Cairo. The cleverly camouflaged, 'Mushroom Pie Recipe' file also indicated the chest contained explicit instructions as to where the rest of the Egyptian treasure could be found. This discovery prompted the phone call Paula Trace picked up in the apartment in which Lara and Gwenn were being kept. It gave her the green light to do whatever she wished with the two gorgeous damsels in her charge. But when the chest was opened, in the presence of all those who'd taken part in Lara's warehouse abduction, a deadly, C-4 surprise exploded in their faces, spectacularly disintegrating both Wellington
Trent and his 75-foot yacht in the process. The mushroom cloud it sent into the atmosphere coincided, to the very second, with Lara and Gwenn's spectacular climaxes at the hands of their newest antagonists. Immediately following that event, the Sheik who'd purchased the two answered a phone call to learn of the plastique generated event from one of his binocular operatives, which immediately brought a self-satisfying smile to his face, for, just a few hours earlier, he'd purchased the jewelry Lara had found, and had stolen from her, from Wellington Trent, and stashed it on his jet.
A second later, a call waiting interruption informed him that Lara's hotel room had been emptied of all its pertinent hardware, which tightened and lowered his brows, downshifting his expression to a tight-lipped 'DRAT!!!'
As for the other bidders, none were prepared to shell out more than the outrageous sum the Sheik forked over for Damsels Gwenn Dolan and Lara Croft.
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12.10.04 | updated – 06.05.17
Bondage Adventures of Lara Cross · Part 2 (2/2)
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