"Going up, girls." Tina and Debbie sat down
facing each other and removed any kinks in their chains as they slowly drew
tight, then lifted them into the air. As the chains had taken up slack their
hands and feet were securely pinioned in place, while their legs were raised,
knees pulled up and out, leaving their sexual organs exposed and harrassable.
Tina and Debbie, still chattering like magpies were
securely hanging out together, just like they did long ago when they were growing
up. Apparently comfortable in their bonds, they were free to talk together,
look around, and hang out in the library. They were also free to accept any
attention, or non attention they might receive from me.
I walked over to them and gently let each of my hands
torment their respective vulnerable posteriors, including their desirable,
intrudable interiors, and maliciously sent them into convulsive climax.
"Just checking." I said when they'd calmed
down, "I wanted to know if you were aware of anything but
yourselves."
Debbie to Tina, "Isn't he a jerk?"
Tina, "Yes, and I love the way he jerks me
off."
Debbie, "How's his prick?"
Tina, "You had it last, how is it?"
Debbie, "Very good. But I think the jerk needs to go
practice on the prissy pussy for a while and let us talk. Jerk!"
Both Debbie and Tina were glaring at me. "I assume
you want me to go, so you can talk about me?"
Both smiled.
"Be good, by." and turned, leaving my luscious
lovers to their own, somewhat limited devices.
The last I heard as I left the Library was Debbie as she
told Tina, "You're looking really good these days. And by the swollen look
of your clit, you're feeling good too."
They both laughed and their words faded as I moved
towards the stairs.
*** *** *** *** ***
Cindy was still on the stool in the hall where I'd left
her, still dripping from that pretty pussy of hers when I arrived. She was
still very sore in the anus I'd initiated on our last contact, not to mention
very angry for the abuse she'd taken. And, she was in no position to make any
demands.
I walked up to her posterior and laid my hand on a moon.
Cindy jumped at my touch, then turned her head to look at me.
"Cindy."
She glared, spitting mad, and afraid to say anything.
"Cindy, I'm sorry."
"You'll think sorry." she growled.
"Cindy, I'd like nothing more than to release you,
and when you calm down, I will."
She finally spoke, "And when you do I'll tear your
eyes out!"
"I'd really hoped you could take the whole thing
with just a little grace. I don't like to hurt people, but I thought you should
know what's going to happen once we're outside, and we need the psychological
weapon of a real, painful, scream of terror. You've been literally given to me
to use for that purpose by Lana and the others."
"I don't believe that."
"You don't? Why not? When I used your anus, all of
them came running to help when they heard your genuine screams of pain. But
when they found out who was doing what to whom, it was OK, and they left you
here for me to abuse."
"But I was gagged and couldn't tell them what you'd
done!"
"And I was seen with my cock still covered with your
shit, and you ass was seen still running my semen out of it. Lana and all the
rest knew what I'd done to get you to scream so realistically, and they just
left you here anyway."
Cindy interrupted, "Are you sure about all that? Are
you really sure they knew you'd just raped me?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Now listen up."
"I'm listening."
"Here's the way I see things. If and when we get
into a position to need the sounds of rape to hold off an attack, do you really
think I'll be likely to be looking for you? They do, and that's just fine if
they do. For now it keeps the peace, and lets them think a problem is solved.
The fact is, it is solved, but probably not the way they want to think it
is."
Cindy, "You're not making sense."
"Let me finish! When and if the time comes we need a
good healthy scream of pain from rape, I don't intend to go looking for any
particular, designated woman to rape, that's not the way it's done! No, I'll
just grab the closest woman and extract the sounds I need. Plain and simple. No
frills. Whoever it is, it will hurt, and the sounds will be real. If the ploy
is to work, the sounds must be real, beyond any doubt."
"Oh, so why did you hurt me like that? If any
practice is useless, as you say."
To convince the rest, by your silence when they arrived,
that we are doing what they want us to, and make them more secure. This plan
will fail, if the group, as a whole, doesn't have the "we will
succeed" attitude."
Cindy was comparatively calm, and she was also seeing the
logic of what was needed outside. She also felt much better with the knowledge
that if I raped for the sounds, it wasn't probable it would be her ass I used
to produce the effect. While she was still plenty angry at the abuse she'd
taken, she wasn't quite so homicidal, and I felt safer letting her free.
Cindy's wrists and ankles were deeply marked when I set
her free, "Who tied these knots?"
"Debbie, why?"
"Stupidity isn't needed, or welcome in the
wilderness. She needs to learn how to tie knots, or not tie them, there was no
reason to use ..."
"Go on."
"No, that's OK, you all probably need to learn a
lot." The defeat must have been plain in my voice.
"You don't think we'll make it, do you?"
"I think we'll need to work hard, and have a little
luck, otherwise..."
"Thanks for the confidence." Cindy was rubbing
her wrists and ankles.
"Have you ever tied any knots?"
"No, not ever."
"Obviously, neither has Debbie." I was trying
to remove a "Granny", and finally succeeded.
"How can you tell?"
"Good knots don't slip, come right out, and don't
kink the rope."
I held up the one in my hand, showing the kinked section
to Cindy.
"This line is weakened here at the kink sight."
I took Cindy's hand and inspected the grooves left by the
tightening, improperly tied knots.
"You should be all right, but you'll be bruised
where you were tied, sorry."
Cindy looked at her wrists then sort of shrugged it off,
thought better of it, and asked.
You bound Lavern last night, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did."
"Ok, I see what you mean, she didn't have a mark on
her, I know, I looked in on her while she was tied. By the way, you nasty man,
I know what you did to her."
"Oh really. You do, do you?"
"By the look of it, she was in orbit."
I looked at Cindy, who was finishing putting herself
right.
"You don't look any worse for the wear."
Cindy blushed, "Thank you."
"Save the thanks until I do something to earn
it."
Cindy was almost back to the bright, spirited woman I'd
met before. The life was coming back to her actions and speech, and the tension
and anger were fast going their way.
"Mind if I tell you something?" I asked.
"Go ahead, tell."
"You're pretty special. I like you."
This time Cindy's color changed several shades.
"Thank you. And I'm really sorry about your
back."
"So, am I."
We laughed, and I guided her to the kitchen table where
we'd met.
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