Desert Chronicles · Bound 2 · Part 3 (3/5)
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hs even sitting at the table. If she had to spread her legs it would likely be easy to see more of her than she was happy with. There were a lot of people in the food court and she stood out very well just being in the dress. But the tables were translucent enough for Greg and Don to spot it almost immediately. They told her to move her leg outward and keep it so that her right leg touched the top of her left foot. Unhappy, she moved her leg, spreading wide.
The skirt rode up a bit more in the process. It wasn't going to pop around her waist but she could feel air on her pussy hairs. No one she could see had noticed and she decided she wasn't going to look again to see. But if they wanted to find a way to get her to eat quickly they had succeeded wildly.
Five minutes later they were all done. They went for a corner where a hallway to the restrooms was but Nel correctly did not expect that was their destination. A bit beyond the bathrooms there was a medium-sized mechanical room through one of the doors that, it was well enough known to the people who worked at the mall, you could slip inside for a quickie. She and Greg had done it more than once. Sure enough, inside the room she was led to the back of the room where they were not in direct sight of the door. The machinery made enough noise to cover conversation, and the light was low but adequate.
Greg stopped her somewhere they had been before, in front of a padded pipe that ran at her waist level between two machines. There were supports holding it up about every four feet. There was another pipe that ran parallel about four feet beyond it and right here there was a slightly smaller pipe that connected the two. Greg would have her lean over the near pipe and grab the further one, stretching her over. Variations included handcuffing her to the far pipe, tying her feet wide to the supports, or even tying a belt around her waist and the connecting pipe to bend her 90 degrees. It left her vulnerable to all sorts of play in all three places, which is why Greg did it.
Normally she was nervous when they came here, anyone else could walk in just like they did and find her here, perhaps handcuffed to a pipe, perhaps naked. It added to the thrill. They had never been caught but some day it could turn out different.
Greg told her to lean over it and put her hands on the far pipe, bending her over and stretching her out. She hoped Greg would be happy with her just leaning over in the right position, but her fears were realized when she heard the sound of cuffs coming out of Greg's pocket and him ratcheting them open. She started to stand up but he called her a slave again and ordered her back into position. With a glare she bent back over and put her hands in place, and a second later the cuffs were placed and ratcheted down over them.
"Tell me what you are going to do to me!" She insisted.
"What?" Greg asked.
"Please tell me what you are going to do to me now, Masters." She tried again, managing to sound contrite.
"Better," Greg answered as Don flipped her skirt up in back. She heard his zipper opening and knew what part of their plans were. "We are both going to use you and then send you back to work."
"You can't!" She gasped. "You took away my panties! I will leak cum and may get fired! You can't both do me!" Well, Don had already started. Nel, trapped as she was, hoped Greg would see reason because if he didn't there wasn't much she could do to stop him. She felt Don pulling slowly at the straps to the neck bow on her halter top as he fucked her. Bent over could do nothing about it as a few seconds later the bow was undone and the top fell down. It was held to her breasts by the double-sided tape. Don noticed when he reached down to grab her breasts. He pulled it off and the top was properly freed.
He ordered her not to replace the tape today either and said that they would check that as well. He squeezed her breasts a couple of times as he worked her then undid the plastic s-clip in the middle of her back and the front of the top fell down to the waist. Now the only fabric she was wearing was in a two-inch ring just above her hips.
If they carried out their threat she didn't know what she'd do. There were two of them so she'd have lots of cum in her pussy and there was no way she'd be able to wear panties. The dress she was wearing was way too short and it would look real weird to Angie if she changed clothes into a longer dress mid-day. The dress she wore didn't pass the fingertip test; very little at Belle's did. And it'd be just like them to stay in the store and prevent her from doing anything about the cum that gravity and her body would be trying to run down her thighs.
If she could get alone back in the shop, there was one thing she could do but it'd be risky and no fun at all. She could see herself, back at the wash rack in the back of the store and she'd strip naked. It was about four foot square and they used it for rinsing things out, mostly mops, but she could put the hose up inside her and turn on the water five or six times. She had a towel to dry her legs off afterward. It wasn't much, but it was all she had. If only one of them did her she'd probably be fine doing nothing, but if they both did her and then stayed with her in the store…
"Very well," Greg said and then proceeded to her head and presented a very hard member at her lips. "If I come before Don does I will not put myself in you and come there too." Knowing it was probably the best deal she was going to get Nel got busy.
While she worked desperately the two guys had a good time. It seemed like Don, pounding away firmly from behind her, was in no hurry at all. The two guys discussed uncuffing her long enough to pull the dress all the way off of her and doing her naked. Nel was not happy to hear that. They would have a little bit of warning if someone else came in but probably not enough time for her to get dressed if she were handcuffed and bent over the pipe like she was currently. Then they discussed, if they got done early, just leaving Nel here handcuffed and pretty much naked and going out to get a soda at the food court. They both agreed it sounded like a fun idea but Greg said they'd have to gag her first just in case.
Then Greg pulled the dress up over her head and on to her wrists. He stopped long enough to uncuff her wrists and started to pull the dress past them. She whispered, begged him not to do it, but he stared at her and quietly called her a slave. She reminded herself that she loved and trusted Greg and while she looked him straight in the eyes she let go of the dress and lifted her hands into the air. He pulled it from her hands and motioned for her to bend over back into position. With a feeling of resigned dread she did. The handcuffs ratcheted down around her far wrist and Greg looped it around the pipe but didn't close it. He did the same with the other wrist.
All he had to do was squeeze and the cuff would engage and she'd be stuck. If someone came in the door she probably would be found just like she was with no time to uncuff her to say nothing of covering her complete nudity. Greg waited for more than ten seconds, Nel wondered what he was waiting for, expecting the cuff to ratchet down and her to be required to return to his blow job. But instead Greg lifted her hands clear, pushed the dress back down to its former position around her waist, then forced her hands back down and re-cuffed her. He then motioned her to go back to what she had been doing.
A few minutes later she felt Don climaxing inside of her but Greg didn't move. A few minutes beyond that she felt Greg starting to come and relaxed and swallowed it all. Don had already zipped back up; Greg freed her and did the same as Nel put her dress back in place. She bounced a little much without the two-sided tape but she tied the top a little tighter and hopefully things would hold. Her hair was a mess; she did what she could with it but without a brush and a mirror it was hard to get it right. Greg and Don dropped her back off at the front of the store and were gone. She walked inside.
Angie got a look at her, hair mussed, dress askew, wobbling a little in her heels, and with a very prominent red flush around her neck. Probably smelling of sex too, Nel thought despairingly. Angie knew in general terms what sort of relationship Nel had with Greg but Nel was a willing participant and Angie wasn't judgmental. Nel and Angie talked; Angie knew that every once in a while Nel and Greg spent their lunch in the mechanical room but was surprised when it looked like this time that Don was involved too.
The only comment Angie made was that she needed to have a lunch like what Nel just had every once in a while herself and with a smile told Nel to go to the dressing room and take the time to put herself back together right. Nel didn't argue. If Angie noticed the lack of two-sided tape on Nel afterward she didn't say anything. There weren't any problems because Gina, the store manager, wasn't expected in and the male customers seemed to appreciate it.
Five PM rolled around and Nel changed back into her top and bra and jeans and flip-flops. No panties of course, the only pair she had with her had been taken earlier. She met Greg and Don who were waiting outside for her. Greg apologized, he really did need to go visit the bathroom, and asked the other two to wait for him as he dashed back inside the mall.
Once Greg was out of earshot, Don asked her if she was serious about all of what they were about to do. He said that while they waited Greg had explained to him that Nel and he did some really rough play out there. Don said Greg mentioned that Nel had been told to expect to give blow jobs and that she would be roughly taken by them both out there. That seemed ok, but Greg was also talking about using bullwhips and tasers on her. Bullwhips? Greg had sworn that she actually liked it, could that be so? Greg had assured him that she had a safeword and could stop things any time she wanted but was she really willing to let that happen to her? It had to hurt terribly.
Nel had to figure out how to answer. "In a word, yes, it's true." Don's eyes got really big. Yes it leaves marks, she told him, and made it hard to wear clothing over it sometimes, but Greg was always careful to only leave marks in areas where she could hide it under her clothes at work and school, never on her arms, hardly ever on her legs below mini-skirt length. The few times they had done it he had always tried not to mark up her back too much. And yes, she had been at school and eaten lunch with Don present, more than once, stripes under those clothes and Don had never known. Don confirmed he hadn't.
As far as a safeword, she managed not to laugh or comment on it. She and Greg had no such thing out there by agreement. Greg probably felt he needed to say that to help Don remain willing to participate so she decided to just go along instead of telling Don the truth. No, there were no safewords out there. Whatever happened there was fully real and Greg did anything he wanted with her. She could beg and plead but he was under no obligation to even permit her to continue that if he didn't want to. It made the experiences stronger for her — she really was stuck and did not have an easy out.
When she was in a bad situation she was in it until she got loose, which never happened, or Greg did everything he wanted and finished. But there was no point in telling Don that. How could she explain it? She and Greg had discovered that was what turned her on, incredibly turned her on: Not the pain but knowing she was going to be punished and she was completely unable to avoid it. It was a really strange kink but it was hers.
Don asked why she let him do that to her, but he responded that it was actually her idea, which was true. She saw he was wavering so she confirmed the lie that she had a safe word, that if she ever used it they would stop and if she were gagged or unable to speak all she had to do was grunt or snap her fingers three times in a row. Don was uncomfortable but as long as he thought Nel was actively permitting it he didn't have a problem with it. Nel told him she could indulge her actress side, Greg said, play any part she wanted, begging for mercy, defiant, or whatever, knowing that Greg wouldn't actually stop without the safeword.
But bullwhips? He asked. She looked around, nobody was nearby to overhear her. Where was Greg though? She didn't think she’d have enough time to tell him the whole story but started anyway.
They had seen a movie and she had found one part of the drama… interesting. Near the end of the movie the heroine was captured by the bad guys and they had her tied up and were planning to torture her to find out where the hero was going to show up next. They strung her up from the girders above her in the warehouse where she was being held and began a five-minute sequence of threatening to use a bullwhip on her if she didn't give up the information. After she valiantly refused to betray her lover they tore her dress off her, leaving her naked except for her panties (shot conveniently from behind the actress at that point) and after threatening her a bit more and cracking the whip the bad guys finally got tired of waiting. The scene faded with the sound of the whip cracking and the actress screaming apparently in pain.
The bad guys showed up to foil the hero, incidentally, but the hero beat them anyway, which was the end of the movie. Nel found herself coming back over and over to the scene. Not getting bullwhipped, that would hurt and the marks it would leave could cause problems at Belle's but actually she found the thought of being tortured for information and resisting heroically (or was it heroineically?) interesting in its own way. It was worth its own thoughts someday. But what turned her on terribly was the thought of being tied up and about to be tortured, hurt horribly, and helpless to resist. She didn't know why that made her bells ring, but it sure enough did.
As an aside Nel noted that being forced to work at Belle's in a short skirt and no panties and knowing in an hour or so at lunch two guys were going to screw her thoroughly and then she'd be sent back to work pantiless and freshly fucked, that to a degree triggered her turn-on too. She thanked them both for making it hard for her to concentrate all morning.
So she asked Greg to help her try it out. He at first was against it. He generally would be willing to do anything she wanted but this would really hurt her and he wasn't into that. But she insisted.
He had made some changes to allow this out at the canyon. He had put two pieces of rebar high up on the canyon wall at about fifteen feet off the ground in a narrow spot in the canyon. A cable could be stretched the twenty or twenty-five feet between the two and tightened with come-alongs from the ground level. There were ropes attached and hanging from the cable so her wrists could be tied above her or spread wide. Two more pieces of rebar in the ground underneath the others provided anchor points for ropes on her ankles if wanted. He brought her out there and showed it to her. He could use the suspension cuffs to lock her hands to the high wire and normal rope from her feet.
Feeling giddy, she asked him to try it. He quickly and with her absolute cooperation put the suspension cuffs on her wrists and attached them to the spreading loops on the high wire. He put ropes around her ankles and tied them with a very short run to the rebar on the ground, so she couldn't stand with her feet less than about three feet apart. He ratcheted up the tension slowly on the high wire and Nel felt herself gradually lifted off the ground, wrists spread wide, helpless, suspended. Her wrists went immediately to about a forty-five-degree angle, and when the rope pulled her higher and higher first she could only stand on her toes, then her toes left the ground entirely.
As Greg cranked her up even higher the rope on her ankles was short enough that her legs were rapidly stretched out to the same angle, causing her sundress to ride up on her. Her flip-flops fell to the ground beneath her as Greg continued to tighten. She had only gone up about a foot when she was fully stretched and now all Greg's efforts did was stretch her tighter. Stretch her he did, until she felt like she was about to get ripped apart and told him to stop. He came over to her: her breasts were about at his face level, and the hem of her dress was flapping gently in the small breeze. He reached out and pulled her breasts out of the sundress.
Stretched tightly like she was there was nothing she could do about it and he attacked them hungrily, maybe a little harsher than Nel would have liked if she could have chosen. When he finished with that, he reached up under her dress and without preamble stuck a finger into her very wet snatch.
Nel gave a groan, tried to wiggle a little to increase the movement, but really couldn't do anything. He fingered her for a few minutes and she enjoyed it but then abruptly stopped to her dismay. He went back to the ratchets and lowered her down until her hands were about at her shoulder level but still too far apart for her to let herself loose. She was disappointed, had hoped for more, when Greg stopped loosening the cable and walked back over to her. She held her breath as he took her sundress and pulled it over her head and behind her, exposing her naked body underneath it, tanned and sweaty from the desert heat. She smiled at him seductively, hoping that things were going to go her way.
Greg pushed her so she fell backwards a bit, caught by the ropes holding her wrists. He then stepped between her spread legs, dropped his shorts to reveal a raging hard cock, and picking up her bottom to raise her to the right height, began to ravish her. She loved it.
By that Wednesday she had found a bullwhip and despite his misgivings made him promise to try her fantasy out that weekend. So they wound up out there, Nel shivering with anticipation. To make it fit her fantasy, they had decided to play a capture game. They had defined an area about a mile square with the canyon near the center. Nel would have five minutes head start, then Greg would hunt her down. If he caught her within an hour he was to drag her back to the canyon, string her up tightly like last week, and after a suitable time of gloating he was to strike her with the bullwhip ten times.
He needed to keep it between the bottom of her butt and her neck, she could wear the right clothes at work to cover that area if needed. At Greg's insistence he whispered a safeword in her ear so she could stop him if things got as bad as he thought they'd be, but she hummed to herself when he did so and as intended she didn't actually hear it. No, she wanted the full treatment. So, clad in a sundress and her flip-flops, Greg announced her lead time had started and she ran to get away.
Greg did find and catch her after about fifteen minutes. She tried to run away, but Greg ran her down, handcuffed her hands behind her back, tied a crotch rope around her waist to lead her, and brought her back to the canyon and her fate. She was shivering and about ready to come already. He put cuffs on her ankles and used a small but strong chain to lock them down so she couldn't run. She shivered. She was already trapped, very hot at the thought of what was coming and what the crotch rope had done to her. He stripped off her sundress and attached the suspension cuffs and in very short order Nel found herself naked and stretched suspended about two feet off the ground.
Greg took his time, walking around her, threatening her, and every time he touched her it was electric. Yup, she'd be giving herself orgasms for years remembering today. It came time to start with the whip, and she squealed as she heard it whistle around her naked and stretched body and crack every so often, but he hadn't actually hit her with it yet.
Then he stopped. He let her down and admitted he really, no matter how hard he tried, could not bring himself to hurt her. It ruined everything for Nel. Once she was down and sitting on a big rock, she gave him a piece of her mind. She wasn't actually thrilled about being whipped, didn't know how well that was going to work out, but if he wasn't going to follow through, then the whole thing was a waste. She had felt it all just fine, was turned on terribly ever since she woke up this morning knowing what they were going to do and incredibly so once she started running away. She was actually playing with her clit as she ran, it was that good.
But it was all a lie, just a lead up to something that was not happening. It wasn't real. She got mad and she could see he was getting steamed too. Finally he'd had enough. He stopped her and told her that if she really wanted to be bullwhipped and hurt that bad, he'd do it to her, but she was crazy. Did she really want this? She confirmed she did.
He told her there was no backing out if she didn't stop now. She said she wasn't interested in stopping. So he grabbed her and not too gently strung her back up again. She hid it but she was shaking bad and nearly came just standing there waiting as he cranked her up off the ground. He whistled the bullwhip around her as he explained.
First off, he told her, there was no backing out for her now. She wanted it, she was going to get it. He'd strike her one or two times to show her what she was in for, then let her go and hunt her down again. If he caught her he would drag her back here and give her the remaining eight stripes then throw her on the ground and fuck the hell out of her, hard and for himself only until he came in her and not caring how it felt for her after the whip did its work. Nothing was said about the safeword, but it didn't matter since Nel didn't know it anyway. But at what he announced and with the whip cracking around her she was so very back in the right mood again.
He took a position off to her side, began flexing the whip horizontally behind her. She was so turned on, the wind caressing her felt like it could make her come. And then the first stripe fell horizontally across her bottom.
It felt like liquid fire. It started as a thin thread and spread to a line of pain. She wanted to cry out, to scream, but no sound emerged. Nope, way too much. Greg waited to see if she would give the safeword that she in fact did not know. Ok, Greg was right, this was too much. She admitted this, told him to stop, that he was right, but he just shrugged.
"For all I know this is just an act and you'll be furious with me if I stop, so I'm not going to. You can always use the safeword." Not what she wanted to hear. Strangely enough, it did give Greg a feeling of immense power to know that this girl was naked and helpless before him and he was going to strike her again with the whip and hurt her and they both knew it. He wasn't too sure but he was beginning to see what people saw in this sort of thing.
She was still pleading, telling him she hadn't heard the safeword so she couldn't give it to him but she would if she did, he was right and she was wrong. This hurt way too much, no more, she begged. He answered her that after the chewing-out she had given him the only thing that was going to stop him was the safeword and if she had actively screwed up her hearing it then she had no one to blame but herself. If she did that she must have been willing to take whatever happened and without the safeword here it comes. He told her to use the safeword or shut up or he'd put a ball gag in. She went silent with dread wondering what sort of beast she had created.
The whip whistled through the air for what seemed like an hour, and then it laid a stripe right across her breasts. She managed to scream this time. Same thin line of red fire, same spreading pain. She just hung there, sobbing while he let her down.
She curled up in a ball on the ground but he coldly reminded her that she had five minutes to get away if she wanted to avoid the rest of the stripes. She asked for her sundress back and to her surprise she was roughly refused. She didn't move until he reminded her that if she was still here in four and a half minutes he would string her up and start with the rest of the whipping. It was very hard to work through the pain, get her flip flops on and stumble away, the sun and the breeze both reminding her with pain of the marks now on her and the more to come if she were caught again. She didn't know how, but she'd do anything to avoid even one more lash of the whip. Much less eight. She moved off as fast as she could.
She thought about running all the way away, but she was naked with suspension cuffs locked on her wrists and despite how much it hurt she was addicted to the lead-up period, which they were back in and it was washing out all the pain. But they had to find some sort of compromise; the payoff part hurt like hell.
It was not to be, twenty minutes later Greg found her where she had hidden, stripes throbbing even in the shade, linked her cuffs together behind her back and began to herd her back toward the canyon. She at first refused to move, but he landed a sharp spank on her bottom on the whip mark there that ended her debate. She started pleading, only to find that Greg had a ball gag in his pocket and used it on her.
As they moved off, Greg was concerned. He expected she'd use the safeword long before now. But if she was going to bitch him out for refusing to hurt her, well, if she really did want it that bad he could grant that wish. To be honest, the feeling of power and control was addicting, but it came at a cost to someone else, someone he loved, and it was wrong. Hopefully Nel would be more reasonable in the future. The first two strikes had been full strength and had really hurt her. He figured that at worst she'd let him string her back up and wave the whip around her but safeword before he started in on her. But he remembered the bitching out he had gotten earlier and hardened. And if she didn't safeword then he could do his part.
They arrived back at the canyon. Nel was only struggling a little at how roughly she was being herded but he could see she had the flush on her upper chest, erect nipples and engorged labia. Maybe she did like this. What was the name for that sort of person, a painslut?
Nel was stumbling as she walked, almost paralyzed with fear. He's going to hurt me again, no matter what I say, she thought, and I can't even beg now. I can't say anything! She had tried beggin
