The keeper - illustrated bondage story, part 41

“Okay,” he said, pushing her back against the seat and cutting off her thigh bonds. “We’re here.’ Then he snapped open the strap around her elbows. Barbara gasped in relief, sinking into the seat, as he quickly got out and came around to her side. Then, before she could adjust to the new freedom of her arms, and the new prison in her mouth, her door was open, and he was pulling her out by the arm.

“Come on,” he said, half-leading and half-dragging her along the sidewalk, up the steps, and to the front door. By this time she was getting pretty good with the shoes ... for all he good it did her. She bounced like a frisky colt in the night, and then, with two twists, two pushes, and a pull, he had the door open and her inside.

He stood in the front room in triumph. He held the blinded, bleating, balking Barbara by the crook of one arm. Facing him was his mother. on either side of her were the two others.

Melissa was wearing a new cheerleading uniform ... the kind the pro teams used. It was sparkling blue spandex with completely no back, a molded u-front, and a frilly blue micro-miniskirt. On her legs were sparkling fesh stockings, held up by blue satin and lace garters on her mid-thigh. Strapped on her feet were bright yellow four-inch high heels. Her wrists were tied behind her with rubber-coated wire, and the ring gag was in her mouth.

Dana was in two pieces of a three piece tailored business suit. She only wore the vest and skirt of a gray pinstriped outft, the form tightened so her breasts bulged out over the straining buttons, and the latter shortened until the hem cut into the very tops of her thighs. Her legs were bare, and on her feet were blue high heel pumps. Handcuffs were around her elbows and wrists; and a back penis prod gag was in her mouth.

He surveyed the scene as the nearsighted brunette tried to see, and the agonized redhead started to pull away and moan. Barbara heard the sound and started to fdget. He merely smiled wider, and started pulling the tape from her eyes.

“Welcome to the wonderful world of sex slavery,’ he said, and tore the last square off.

The blonde stared from the brunette to the redhead, who stared back, then both started wailing. The brunette skittered away, panic-stricken by the sounds, hitting the wall on her side.

Melissa started to collapse. The old woman let go of the brunette, and all but tackled the youngest girl, bearing her down to the carpet. Melissa was on her back, throwing a ft, as the old woman abused her.

Melissa shook her fery mane, screamed, begged, and babbled as the old woman fell on her. Barbara stared in shock, looked over at the brunette who was slowly sliding down the wall while crying quietly, then suddenly kneed him in the groin and dove for the front door.