Should Have Known Better · Part 1 (1/2)
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PART 1
Peter Griffin had had to go on a month-long training course, and with his older children, Chris and Meg, away at Summer Camp, and Brian and little Stewie visiting with her parents, his wife, Lois, was lonely and very, very bored.
In the first few days on her own, she had cleaned the house from top to bottom twice, cleared all of the accumulated junk out of the garage and basement and taken it to the dump and even weeded the garden, but after all that, was left with nothing to do but wander aimlessly around wishing her family was back.
Which was when Glenn Quagmire, her neighbour and one of Peter's best friends, called around and invited her to come and have a drink and a chat at his place.
Now Lois, like just about every other woman in the town of Quahog, was perfectly well aware of his fully-justified reputation as a sex-obsessed pervert and knew that he had long wanted to add her to his lengthy list of conquests.
She had had to rebuff his subtle…and often far from subtle advances…on numerous occasions and would normally have flatly refused any approach he made and sent him packing straight away.
That was her first instinct the moment he made his offer, but it was still weeks before Peter and the kids would return and although Lois didn’t trust Quagmire an inch, she was thoroughly fed up of being on her own.
He most definitely was not the company she would have preferred, but at least he was some sort of company.
So, ignoring her instincts and much against her better judgment, she agreed to have just the one drink and went with him over to his house.
Careful to take only small sips of her drink to make sure Quagmire wouldn’t succeed in getting her drunk, Lois never even got to finish her glass of wine before she slumped into unconsciousness as the powerful, fast-acting sedative took effect…
She awoke some unknown time later to find herself stripped naked, her breasts and sex bound and displayed by a tight harness of rope, spread-eagled on the silk sheets of Quagmire’s giant bed by heavy chains to steel cuffs locked around each of her wrists and ankles.
She tried to pull free, but after a scant inch of free play the chains held her effortlessly and she was quite unable to alter her position or reduce her shameful exposure.
Furious with Quagmire and even more with herself for being stupid enough to think he was just being a good neighbour, Lois yelled, “Quagmire, you son of a bitch! Get your ass in here and let me out of these damned chains before I get really mad! I’m not kidding, you b&**%*d and when I tell Peter what you’ve done, he’ll rip your f*!!%)!g head off. Quagmire! Quagmire, dammit! Untie me or I’ll…I’ll…f&*^*g slaughter you when I get loose!”
In response to her angry demands, the door opened and when Quagmire strolled in, Lois couldn’t stop her eyes from going to the massive bulge tenting the dark red dressing gown he wore.
“Hey, Lois,” he greeted her cheerfully, “That’s some slutty mouth you’ve got there. Not that I mind, because it turns me on when a woman talks dirty…as I see you’ve already noticed.”
Lois felt her cheeks burn as he gazed down at her helplessly presented body, but took a deep, calming breath and forced herself to ignore her humiliation and regain control of her temper, “Now look, Glenn,” she replied as calmly as she could, “This really isn’t funny and you have to let me go before something happens that we’ll both regret.”
He nodded slowly, “I already regret something,” he said seriously, then let his lips curve into a mocking grin, “I regret not doing this to you before. But now that I have, you’re gonna get the full Quagmire treatment and by the time I’m finished with you, Peter will be in for a real treat when he gets back.”
“What?” Lois yelped, “What d’you mean, when Peter gets back? He’s away for nearly another four weeks, dammit! And if you think you can keep me here that long, you’d better think again. There's no way I'll…Uuurrggghhh.”
She would have said a whole lot more, but unfortunately for her, Quagmire had already heard enough.
The hard rubber ball-gag was large, but not too large to fit and although she tried to resist being gagged, his technique of pressing it against her lips with one hand while using his other to caress her sex and then apply sharp little pinches to her nipples, was devastating and quite irresistible, her instinctive gasps and shudders gradually allowing him to push the ball all the way into her mouth.
Buckled firmly in place, her lips formed a stretched “O” around it and she couldn’t manage a single intelligible word of indignant protest when he congratulated her on having what he called “perfect ball-gag lips”
Silenced and helpless, she stared upward in total, stunned disbelief when he told her that apart from brief periods for eating and hygiene requirements, she would stay bound and gagged the entire time he was training her, until Peter came home.
Which would be sooner than he had told her…
Lois didn’t understand what Quagmire was talking about, but it all became shockingly clear when he grinned and explained that he and Peter had been swapping favourite sexual fantasies over a few beers down at The Clam and as it turned out, they both had a very similar one.
A fantasy of having her as their sex-slave, in strict bondage and trained to serve them however they desired.
So they had agreed that while Peter was away, she would be Quagmire’s to use and enjoy as he pleased while she began to learn how to be a slave and that when Peter returned, he would take over to continue the task until she was fully capable of providing any and every sexual pleasure they cared to require of her.
Shaking her head in helpless denial, Lois tried her best to show Quagmire that the crazy plan he and Peter had cooked up would never work and that there was no way she’d ever be any sort of slave to either of them, no matter what.
But unfortunately for her, even though she…like almost every other female in Quahog…was well aware of his thoroughly-deserved reputation as a sex-mad womaniser and kinky fetishist, she still completely underestimated Quagmire’s vast experience of the many ways a woman could be aroused and tormented and driven to the point of losing all self-control and surrendering to the sheer, overwhelming sexual passion and need imposed upon her.
Regardless of whatever the cost to her of satisfying those enforced desires might be…
Spread wide by steel chains and silenced by the huge ball-gag, Lois was totally defenceless and vulnerable to Quagmire’s fingers and lips and when he caressed and stroked and probed and toyed with every curve and hollow and recess of her naked body, she writhed and squirmed the little she could in futile efforts to evade his touch, whimpering and gasping wordless pleas for just a moment’s respite from the shattering arousal storming through her belly and breasts.
Using skills and techniques honed over years of erotic encounters with scores of women of every sexual persuasion imaginable, Quagmire built Lois’s passion ever higher to a peak of frenzied desperation…then held her there, teetering on the edge of a gigantic orgasm but unable to come until he chose to apply the final stimulation that would send her plunging over the brink and into the climax she craved with every fibre of her being.
It was cruel, mean, ruthless…and embarrassingly effective, for after many years of happy, but not necessarily still exciting marriage to Peter, Lois was no longer used to such intense, long-lasting foreplay and could not control her body’s maddened responses as her self-control evaporated under Quagmire’s knowing hands.
All too soon, she was begging into her gag for more, pleading humbly and fervently for him to come to her, take her, plunder and ravish her, do whatever he wanted to her.
Anything, if only he would let her climax to satisfy the raging passion his irresistible arousal and her own helpless subjugation had unleashed in her body and brain.
Driven far beyond any thought of modesty or restraint, she screamed in welcome and arched her hips upwards to meet Quagmire’s erect maleness when he finally thrust into her seething belly and triggered the first of a series of explosive orgasms that left Lois trembling in exhaustion and red-faced with shame and humiliation in the aftermath of her abject submission.
She had been totally unable to hold back or limit the depth and power of her multiple surrenders and when Quagmire complimented her on her sexual heat and chuckled that he and Peter had been right about her potential to be their sex-slave, Lois could only wonder if they had seen something in her that she had never even suspected about herself.
Something that her bondage and absolute subjugation had brought to the surface and which had then stripped away her defences to leave her at the mercy of her own uncontrollable lusts.
PART 2
It was an alarming possibility that confronted Lois…but nowhere near as alarming as the situation she found herself in some time later after Quagmire released her limbs one at a time and replaced the cuffs and chains that had bound her to his bed, with a pair of handcuffs for her wrists and a set of leg-irons linked by a twelve-inch chain.
The last thing she expected him to do was partially cover her nudity, but when she was fitted with a skimpy pair of tie-side panties and tightly laced into a purple waist-cincher corset that lifted and presented her breasts even more prominently, she realised that, far from trying to spare her blushes, he was turning her into a fetish object for his own pleasure.
With her ankles hobbled, there was no point in trying to resist and after letting him gag her and fit her with a pair of bicep-length purple gloves, allowed him to restrain her wrists again, thinking that although wearing the cuffs all night wouldn’t be very pleasant, it was at least better than being spread-eagled on Quagmire's bed.
Or so she thought, until he took her down to the basement under his house and replaced her cuffs with wide steel manacles bolted to the wall to secure her wrists, ankles and neck, keeping her standing bolt upright.
Pinned in place, all Lois could do was stare reproachfully at him when he stepped back and grinned, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he told her that he was going to let her try out a couple of “toys” he thought she might enjoy.
Or perhaps not…but either way she was going to find out…
The first was a mains-powered, silicone vibrator shaped like a butterfly and when he slid it inside her panties, Lois gave a gasp as its tail slipped between the lips of her sex, while its head nestled firmly against her clitoris, its wings holding it in place.
Taking its lead to a nearby socket, Quagmire plugged it in, then watching Lois’s face, switched it on.
Only for two seconds, then switched it off, but in that short period, her eyes bulged and her gloved fingers clawed at empty air as devastating vibrations speared into her most delicate and sensitive flesh.
Even before he had turned it on, she had realised that it would be impossible to escape its arousal, but had never dreamed that it would be so powerful.
She had imagined a relatively gentle and insistent stimulation that would gradually build her excitement to a delicious orgasm when she finally allowed herself to succumb…but the reality was very different, the intense vibrations blasting straight through her already-weakened defences as if they didn’t exist.
Resistance or defiance was simply out of the question and as Lois was forced to accept that she would not be able to prevent the device from making her climax whether she willed it or not, her eyes fixed on Quagmire’s face in a silent plea for him to have pity and not subject her to such an ordeal.
His answer was an even wider grin and when he reached to a shelf above her head, Lois gulped nervously, realising that he had no intention of doing any such thing and she was wasting her time trying to appeal to him.
At first, she had no idea what the two long, dome-ended tubes he pulled down from the shelf might be for…until he held one over each of her nipples and a powerful vacuum sucked the domes tight to her breasts.
Staring down in stunned disbelief, Lois saw her nipples swell and elongate inside the tubes, then winced and gave a low moan at the odd mixture of discomfort and unwanted arousal the vacuum caused in her stretched flesh.
Having breast-fed each of her children when they were babies, she was not unfamiliar with the sensations, but never at the strength of Quagmire’s machine and not at both breasts simultaneously, the combination, like the vibrator, too extreme and overpowering to be truly pleasurable.
She didn’t like or want either of them, but was in no position to make demands or even argue the matter, so when Quagmire went upstairs for a few minutes, Lois used the time to twist and jerk and tug at the cuffs on her wrists, hoping to find a way to free herself.
With absolutely no success, leaving her even more frustrated, anxious and angry with herself for allowing him to con her into swallowing a glass of drugged wine.
She should have known he couldn’t be trusted around women…especially around her…
Dammit, she had known it and she had still fallen for the oldest trick in the book.
How could she have been so stupid?
Her self-criticism ended abruptly in a shrill, muffled shriek when, without the slightest warning, the vibrator burst into life, while at the same time the vacuum-tubes began to pulse rhythmically, sucking and releasing each nipple in turn, so that one was engorged and elongated while the other was not.
The effects on Lois were devastating, the assault on all of her most sensitive erogenous zones at the same time, so overwhelming that when Quagmire returned a short while later, she was already deep in the throes of an uncontrollable orgasm.
For several minutes he simply stood watching her, enjoying the powerful contractions that rippled her belly and the look of horrified apprehension in her eyes as she realised that despite the climax still shaking her body, the vibrator and the vacuum-tubes had not stopped.
He could have told her that both devices were set to switch on and off at random.
He could have told her that she was going to stay just as she was for much of the night.
He could even have told her that she was being trained to submit as his and Peter’s slave.
Instead, he walked away and went to bed without saying a word.
Lois was a smart woman…although quite clearly not smart enough to have avoided her present situation…and he was pretty sure she’d work it out for herself…eventually…
Lois didn’t want to believe that Quagmire had left her in the basement, all alone, shackled to the wall and at the mercy of his two “toys” and it was some while before she was forced to accept that he really had done exactly that.
By then, the vibrator and vacuum-tubes had cycled on and off several times, each sequence driving her sexual arousal higher than the one before, but never quite enough to push her over the edge into the second climax that swirled and bubbled in her quaking belly.
Just as when she had been spread-eagled in Quagmire’s bed, with his hands and lips creating utter havoc in her body, she was helpless against her own ever-fiercer and stronger physical needs, writhing and moaning as she begged into her gag to be given what she needed so badly.
The devices cycled again, then again, then once more…and this time, Lois’s spine arched, her fingers and toes curled into claws, every muscle locked rigid and her eyes wide with fearful disbelief as a volcanic orgasm erupted deep inside her and spray after spray of silvery juices soaked the crotch of her panties, while milk spurted from her nipples and leaked past the domes clamped to her breasts.
For twenty long seconds she was frozen, her belly pulsing hugely to the giant spasms of her release, then she screamed in futile denial of the incandescent fury of her climax, shaking her head the little she could and her eyes wild with the knowledge of how deeply she had submitted to her bondage and the subjugation imposed upon her by Quagmire and his tireless, merciless devices.
Submitted totally…helplessly…and to her intense shame…willingly…
She had never before come so powerfully, never before abandoned herself to the sheer ecstasy of absolute surrender to forces far greater than herself, never before allowed herself to give up every atom of self-control…and never, never before imagined herself as a slave…
It had been that mental image which had triggered her climax and although Lois tried desperately to erase the alarming picture from her brain while massive contractions continued to rack her belly, it stubbornly refused to fade away, even when the vibrator and vacuum-tubes suddenly switched off.
Worried and more than a little frightened by the vivid image conjured up by her mind, Lois was caught completely by surprise when, an unknown time later, a fresh cycle of vibration and vacuum sent renewed waves of inescapable stimulation surging through her body, instantly doubling and then redoubling what had been the slowly-waning turmoil of her orgasmic submission.
It was too much, too soon and far too powerful for her to have even the slightest chance of resisting and as her arousal spiralled out of control, she squealed in delirious anguish and her belly kicked again and again as a third orgasm burst over her, building on the first two to send her hurtling into a timeless, mindless, heedless limbo of utter subjugation, her brain numbed by the sheer white-hot lust enforced on her by the irresistible combination of her bondage, Quagmire’s devices…and her own ever more detailed and alarming mental vision of herself as a slave to both him and her own husband.
A vision that stayed with Lois through three more shattering climaxes that night, until the vibrator and vacuum turned off for the final time and allowed her to sink into a deep, exhausted sleep filled with dreams of slavery, submission and sexual servitude.
On the first of the many nights she was to spend in the same manner…
PART 3
After being bound by steel manacles and chains, Lois assumed that being tied up in rope would be much easier and more comfortable and might even give her the chance to make her escape.
Until she found out that she had underestimated Quagmire for the second time and discovered just how wrong her assumption was, because he turned out to be alarmingly proficient at using rope to restrain her.
Bound with her arms folded across her back, each leg doubled and lashed calf-to-thigh in what he called a frog-tie, a rope harness displaying and offering her breasts and a large green ball-gag buckled into her mouth, she was just as helpless and available as before.
It hadn’t occurred to her to wonder why he had bound her legs individually…until he lifted her to a squatting position and slid his legs underneath her, then lowered her.
Onto his fully-erect maleness…
Unable to fight the combination of her own weight and gravity, Lois couldn’t prevent herself from sinking down onto his waiting shaft and being impaled by the full length of his rigid flesh, a shrill squeal leaking past her gag and her eyes reflecting alarm as it sank deep into her belly.
With a massive effort, she managed to raise herself onto the tips of her toes and gain herself an inch or two of relief from his shameful penetration of her sex, but she couldn’t maintain the stressful position and after a few seconds her muscles gave out and she plunged back down, impaling herself again, a second even shriller squeal marking her defeat as she was forced to surrender and accept the inevitable.
Beneath her, Quagmire began to pump his hips and as Lois was bounced up and down like a rag doll, with no way to evade or escape his relentless thrusts into her belly, her body responded with stiffened, achingly hard nipples and copious lubrication of her sex, making Quagmire’s highly-enjoyable task of training her to submit unconditionally as a slave, even easier.
Deeply ashamed of her body’s instinctive responses, Lois tried not to give in to her enforced subjugation, but as Quagmire’s erection grew longer and thicker and her belly churned and seethed with ferocious heat, her will and ability to resist finally collapsed and she wriggled and twisted sinuously, grinding her sex down onto his groin in feverish efforts to trigger the giant orgasm she so desperately needed.
It was the moment he was waiting for and when he seized her elbows and jerked downwards and at the same time thrust his hips upwards and ordered her to come as the slave she was, Lois screamed in ecstasy and despair as her belly convulsed hugely and her sex leaked streams of juices to mark her obedient submission, her eyes filled with the appalling knowledge that she had been unable to defy his command and had climaxed to order.
Just as she imagined a real slave would climax.
The sort of slave that, because of Quagmire’s bondage skills, his sexual expertise and the relentless, merciless machines down in his basement, Lois feared she was fast becoming…
Lois had never even considered that a woman’s arms could be bound so tightly behind her back that her elbows could be made to touch.
When Quagmire showed her the tube of heavy black leather with its attached laces and straps and buckles, she didn’t know what to make of it and when he said it was a single-glove, her first thought was to wonder where the other glove of the pair was?
Her puzzlement didn’t last very long, but with her ankles locked in steel cuffs and linked by nine inches of heavy chain, she had little choice but to obey reluctantly when ordered to put her hands together behind her back and push them into the leather tube he held up for her.
Sliding down easily at first, she had to wriggle her hands to get them past a reinforced band of leather at the lower end of the tube, then found her extended fingers slipping into a lower pocket too flat and narrow to permit their movement and before she could withdraw, the reinforced band drew tight around her wrists and Quagmire secured the buckle, trapping her.
With him taking his time and working every fraction of slack out of the lacing, the single-glove advanced steadily upwards and as her arms were clamped together all the way from her fingertips to well above her touching elbows, Lois whimpered and protested to no effect as her shoulders were pulled back and back until he was able to knot the laces and pass the attached straps over her shoulders, under her armpits and back to the glove, ensuring that it could not slip back down her arms.
There was already not even the slightest possibility of her escaping the restraint, but despite Lois's protests that they were completely unnecessary, Quagmire insisted on adding leather straps every few inches and locking each buckle with a padlock.
The strain on her shoulders was relentless and although not unbearable, was distinctly uncomfortable, but as Quagmire stepped back and chuckled that a single-glove always did wonderful things for a woman’s breasts, Lois glanced down and flushed a vivid scarlet.
Caused by the pressure exerted on her shoulders, the twin globes projected straight out from her chest wall, each rounded dome tipped by a rigidly-erect nipple and when Lois visualised the havoc that a caress or squeeze of the hardened buds would send storming through her body, she gulped and her eyes grew round with a mixture of alarm and fierce arousal.
Once again helpless and at Quagmire’s mercy, she had no option but to submit to having a ball-gag wedged deep between her stretched jaws by a tight leather head-harness and could then only glare at him when he locked a studded leather collar around her throat and added a long chain-leash.
With the leash gripped in his fist, she was led around like a pet, but in spite of her humiliation at being unable to resist or even protest at Quagmire’s treatment, the reality of his total authority and absolute control over her sent waves of arousal rippling through her belly.
There was nothing she could do but wait for him to decide how and when and where to wreak his will upon her and as she tottered behind him on her high-heels and with her hobble-chain clinking and rattling, Lois gave up the futile battle to defy the eroticism of her situation and simply allowed herself to give in to the seductive pleasures of her subjugation
Her arousal instantly redoubled and as she gasped into her gag and her belly churned with fierce heat, Quagmire grinned knowingly at her evident need and chuckled that it was about time she accepted that she
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