Bed

His fingers touched my bare midriff and I trembled as they slid around me and pulled at the thin nylon. It hadn't been more than a token covering anyway but even that was gone as Chris pulled the scanty material up over my breasts and left the folds around my mouth.

"Now that's the kind of sight that would make a nice bonus for any hard working burglar," Chris gloated. "The lady of the house on her back on the family bed, all nicely handcuffed and tits on offer for some good hard handling."

I trembled again as his hand gently stroked the side of my body, just below my right boob.

"What's the matter, Tami, getting a little nervous are you? Not to worry, the next step along is easy."

The bed creaked as he changed position and lowered his head over me. The ceiling somehow suddenly seemed a lot higher and the light brighter. It was a feeling like being in a dentist's chair, more than a little frightened of what was going to happen and with all my attention focused on my own body and the person touching it. Whatever Phil was seeing or doing was beyond my caring about right then.

Yet Chris was right: when he put his tongue against one either of my aureoles and drew it over and around the hardening point I was feeling no pain at all. In fact I could feel myself starting to get damp straight away. Chris must have heard the deep breaths I was starting to take and took both of my nipples inside his mouth very quickly at the same time as he tweaked the top of my panties.

"These'll soon be coming off, Tami. By and by it'll be just your stockings left on. First things first though."

He opened a drawer by the bed, took out a key and unlocked one of the handcuff rings long enough to slip my arm out of the clinging nylon. I didn't struggle or try to escape, I let myself be positioned like a shop window dummy as Chris secured me again, and then loosened my other wrist to finish the job. Very soon I was chained at both wrists again and with nothing on except the whore's drawers and the pair of stockings I'd been made to wear.

Both men were staring at my exposed tits now, Phil through the viewfinder of his camera as he moved closer and Chris with his fingers held open above them. But that wasn't for long at all, just a moment of anticipation before he took me in both hands and began kneading the soft flesh.

"That's what I call a nice pair, he gloated. "What do you reckon, Phil, are we getting some good shots here?"

"Now that you mention it, no. She's still too tensed up. You need to get her laughing."

"What do you want me to do -- pull a funny face?"

"You've already got one. No, just tickle the bottom of he feet -- that always works."

"No, don't!" I squealed. I hate having that done to me. But it seemed like a useless protest. Chris got off the bed and lifted up one of my legs.

"What's the matter, Tami, don't you like being tickled?"

"No, it drives me mad!"

He ran his fingertips along the sole of my raised foot. "OK, Cinderella, let's see a smile from you then, if you don't want one forced out of you."

So I smiled, and then I asked: "Why don't you take my panties off instead?"

"Well, as opposed to trying to fuck you while you're still wearing them, that seems like a good idea."

He reached down to touch me between the legs and I gave a little gasp of pleasure.

"Quite sure you don't want these on anymore?"

"No ... I don't want them," I told him.

"Just the sort of girl I like to meet -- one that's not underwear retentive."

He caught hold of the panties' waistband, then pulled them down from where they had been to around my thighs. It wasn't the first time a man had done that for me, but it was sure the first time it had happened while I was locked to the bed, and by God, it was exciting.

"Do you do this to all your girl friends?" I asked Chris. "Chain them up before you make love to them?"

"I don't make love to friends of any kind. I don't have friends. What I do is to fuck girls. Find them, feel them, fuck them and forget them -- that's my motto. Especially the ones who are so dumb they don't even know when they're supporting a bunch of losers."

"No wonder you like wearing a mask, you bandit."

"Well, it's more than you'll soon be wearing, cunt. Open wide again and show off your pussy."

I didn't know how I felt. Partly excited at the thought of being photographed in the raw for anybody who saw the pixs to ogle, partly ashamed at having Chris's hand stroking my tits and snatch like I was some kind of a slave girl. But at least that wasn't something I needed to worry about because there was nothing at all I could do about it. And when a set of fingertips ran up and down my clit as though it was a piano key I had no doubt at all about how much I enjoyed it.

"Looks like there's a need here for some good vibrations," Chris commented. "How about it, Phil?"

"Help yourself from the drawer," Phil answered. "I think you'll need the large economy size."

My lover/rapist laughed and opened the drawer, then took out a vibrator which he fooled around with, holding it up and looking along it as if he was checking out a billiard cue.

"Yep, seems straight. Nothing worse than a bent shafter, it makes the ladies all twisted and bitter. Mind you, this one must be about due for its hundred cunt service. That right, Phil?"

"It's certainly been in plenty of tight corners, that's for sure."