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A different kind of bondage
As they had both stripped down to their underwear, Tessa took a selfie and started the introduction.
"Welcome back to Scantically Clad Bondage Challenges! Today, we're having another great scene for you, featuring the fierce, fearless Fiona!"
She penned to her friend, who stood there, smiling sheepishly. Fiona was anything but fierce and fearless. All she always did was following Tessa's lead. And having fun, most of the time. And making a little profit in the progress: their little website now sported over fifty members. For two girls in their first year in college, that was significant money.
"And now, we're going for the interview! Fearless Fiona: have you ever done in-line skating?!"
"No, I'm afraid not..."
That, of course, was the truth, and Tessa would have known that fully well. Fiona liked running, and that was it. No sports whatsoever besides that.
"That's great because now I want you to put on THESE!"
Too weak
Two levels above her, the party was going along fine. She was sure her supposed target for the evening was having a great time, knowing that his safety was secured.
Kathy O'Connor wasn't happy. This whole mission had gone south from the very start. As soon as she had gotten out of the limo, and made her way up the broad marble steps, these three gorilla's had come for her. She had no idea how or why, but they had seen straight through her; her cover had been worthless.
They had frog-marched her downstairs, through a large kitchen, full of busy personal, curiously watching the four of them. After that, in a dim corridor, they stopped by what seemed to be a very low, wooden door in the left wall. One of the guards squatted down and opened it. He proceeded to crawl through it, barely fitting through. As soon as he had made it, one of the other two just gestured, not even trying to hide his excitement. Disgusted, she dropped to her knees and started to crawl, well aware of the spectacle she was presenting, in that damned, short golden evening dress.
Flight
Quietly, the black van made its way through the busy traffic, away from the city center. In the back, Beatrix never stopped bellowing into the thick huge leather gag covering her lower face.
Her jogging pants had gone out of the window minutes ago, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable. The three men were taking turns in specifically holding her down and feeling her up. There were constantly six hands on her naked lower body, pushing, groping, kneading. The whole time, fingers were sliding in and out of her, both front and back.
First prize catalogue
"Now, for these last ones, could you please drop your head a little? Give me a bit of an embarrassed look? Thank you: that's perfect! Just hold it!"
Peter had known Mrs. Winter for the longer part of his life, her being the mother of his best friend since childhood, Frank Winter. He remembered her catering to them, as they were playing Play Station games, over at Frank's house. Also, she had been a teacher for his girlfriend Bianca, at the Gymnastics club of the town. And although he should have gotten used to it by now, the current situation still felt weird to him. Weird and inappropriate.