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Bondage Party        "Why would you want to do that?" I asked. Puzzled, as Drew had never asked me something even remotely like that before. Drew looked hurt at the abrupt way I'd responded to his question, if he could tie me up. "I just want to," he persisted uncomfortably, distancing himself from me slightly. "But why?" I persisted. "It seems a strange thing to want to do." We had been enjoying a pleasant evening at home, idly watching some inane programs on television and sipping on a rather super wine which we couldn't really afford. It was a spur-of-the-minute splurge to ceremonially mark our first year of marriage. "I love you," he said unhappily. "I know." And as soon as I'd said that, I realized I'd said the wrong thing. And in the wrong way too. You see, I tended to become abrupt when I was caught on the wrong foot. I was beginning to feel distinctly uncomfortable. It was a feeling that had completely ruined our lovely evening together. "But do you always want to tie up people you like?" I asked him, as gently as I could. Drew shook his head, looking as though the bottom had fallen out of his life. "No. Only you, Jessie." My name was actually Jessica. What a horror! And everyone shortened it to Jessie which, I thought, had a much more frivolous ring about it. "That's good... I suppose," I said. "But if you tied me up, I wouldn't be able to move. And I don't think I would like that." "Have you ever tried it?" he persisted. I shook my head. I only just stopped myself from blurting out, "Certainly not! And don't want to!" for that, I am sure, would have hurt him even more. I had the feeling that this was something that Drew wanted, but I simply didn't understand. This was a side of Drew I hadn't experienced before. A side of him I hadn't even suspected existed. He gently stroked my bare arm. Normally, that simple gesture turned me on in double-quick time but, this evening, the slightly hesitant pressure on my skin only served to set my nerve-ends on edge. "But why?" I prevailed. "If you explained it to me, I might begin to understand you." He hung his head. "It's difficult to understand, Jessie. "It's just something that I want to do. In fact, I've always wanted to," he admitted shamefacedly. "I never knew that." It was just as well that I hadn't, or I was sure I wouldn't have married him, if I'd known. I moved a little bit closer to him. I didn't want this to degenerate into our first full-scale row. "Try and explain to me why this is something you want to do to me," I urged as gently as I was able. "Do you want to hurt me?" I asked. Drew shook his head, and looked bewildered. "No, of course, I don't want to hurt you. I wouldn't dream of hurting you. You ought to know that by now." "Then why?" I persisted. "I should just like to see you helpless." "But what if I don't want to be helpless?" I asked him sharply. He ignored that. "I thought you might want to... as much as I do," he blurted out limply. "You want to control me?" I suggested sharply. I was getting no closer to understanding this yet. "Something like that," he agreed in a slightly firmer tone of voice. "It's just that it's something I want to do." He shrugged. "I just do. I always have," he added sadly. "And you think I might want to be controlled like this?" "You won't know if you never even try it." I reasoned that was true enough. I also realized that if I refused him outright, he would be very hurt and, most probably, would never forgive me. "And you want me to try it. Now?" I asked. He nodded. "I had to pluck up an awful lot of courage, Jessie, to ask you," he admitted. "But if you don't want to, then I won't mention it again. Ever." And that made me realize there would always been this secret something between us. I didn't like the sound of that, for we had, right at the beginning, agreed that we would always be honest with each other, that there would be no lies, no mysteries to drive a wedge between us. If I didn't agree with this, however much I hated the very idea, I knew I would be responsible for driving that very wedge between us. I hesitated for a very long moment, inwardly battling with a decision, the likes of which I had never been required to make before. Agreeing to marry Drew had been easy, because I loved him. It was also something I'd wanted too. This, which he was asking me now was something he wanted to do, yet I didn't. Normally, we did everything together. And it was something I admired my best friend, Alley, who had married her high school sweetheart, Jeff, six months before we tied the knot, had told me that she and Jeff had agreed upon right at the outset. "There will be no him and me," she'd exclaimed brightly. "Only us." And they'd immediately made a wonderful success of their marriage, for which I couldn't help secretly admiring them. And they were the role model on which I had based my relationship with Drew. What would Alley do, if Jeff asked her the same question, I wondered. And I had the sinking feeling that she would agree immediately. For she was very much the livewire, always ready for a bit of fun, whereas I was inevitably the more serious one. I couldn't see any sense in it. But I didn't want this to drive a wedge between us, so it looked as though I simply had to go along with it. "I don't mind trying it... just once," I murmured hesitantly, hoping I wasn't going to hate it too much. The look Drew gave me was of pure joy, but I couldn't help noticing that it was tinged with a large degree of nervousness. He clearly wanted me to enjoy this. But I knew for certain sure that I was going to hate it. He left the room without a word, and returned almost immediately with a length of soft rope. I felt my mouth go dry. I was, frankly, frightened of Mark for the very first time. "Don't hurt me," I murmured, so softly that I don't think he heard me over a suddenly louder burst of canned laughter from the unheeded television. He got me to turn on the settee so that I was partially back to him. I felt him pull my arms behind my back. Gently but very firmly, leaving no doubt in my mind that he was in control now. My mouth suddenly went dry. I wanted to tell him to stop, that I wanted to watch the show on television, but I had said he could, so I would go along with it. But only this once, I decided. I felt him wrap the rope around my wrists several times and then clinch it. I instinctively attempted to free my wrists from the unaccustomed restriction but, of course, I was unable to do so. My stomach tightened when I realized that I was now helpless. "How's that?" he asked me, standing up and looking down on me. He had a sudden light of exhilaration in his eyes that I had never seen before. It worried me. I felt miserable. Unhappy. Used. "I have to go and get something," he muttered, and left the room, leaving me more alone than I'd ever felt before. I didn't feel like me any longer. I felt like somebody else. Somebody who had no right to be here at all. And, for no reason, I suddenly felt conscious of the casual clothes I was wearing. My almost threadbare top, that had shrunk by many washings, was now almost too tight on me, though it was fine for lazy evenings at home. My short shorts now suddenly felt perilously brief, and I wanted to pull them down so that they would cover a trifle more of my legs. But I couldn't. I couldn't move my arms from behind my back. I'd never felt so vulnerable. Drew returned, and glanced at me speculatively. "All right?" he asked. I nodded, knowing that was the reply he wanted from me. It was then that I noticed that he was hiding some more lengths of rope behind his back. And I'd thought that he'd finished, and that he was going to let me go any moment now. Without saying anything he got me to lay down on my front and, before I'd been able to settle my frightened breathing, he quickly lashed my ankles together, just as he'd done my wrists. "I don't like this," I murmured, doing my best not to cry. "You're beginning to frighten me," I protested. "But I think you look wonderful," he stated. He picked up his digital camera which, as a keen amateur photographer, he always kept on the buffet so it was instantly available, and started taking pictures of me. I went to object. I didn't want pictures taken of me trussed up like this. It wasn't natural. "They're just for me," he promised, before I could get the words out. "I won't show them to anyone else." And there was something about having my picture taken like that which mellowed something within me. I found myself beginning to relax for the first time. I was going to beg him to release me, but I suddenly discovered that I didn't really want him to just then. I couldn't imagine why I had suddenly felt like that, and allowed myself to focus on the ropes that held me secure. I wasn't exactly uncomfortable. Just helpless. In a way, it was an almost nice feeling. In some strange way, it brought me closer to Drew. It wasn't like the total bodily surrender when he was on top of me when we were making love. It was quite different. It was a surrender of a completely different type. It was a more physical surrender, with a promise of loving surrender later. To my surprise, I found that one part of me no longer wanted him to release me. And the camera's shutter continued to click, its small round eye feasting itself on my helpless body. The sound plunged into me an even deeper feeling of acceptance. One which I couldn't even begin to explain to myself. I was still me, but I was suddenly a different me. He finally put down the camera and came over to me, kneeling on the floor beside me. He started running his hands over my helpless body, just as his camera had been caressing me. At first over my clothes, then under them. My body immediately started to respond to his touch, as it always did, and I felt myself get very wet, and my breathing become labored. "Is that better?" he asked. I had to admit that it was. I was forced to admit to myself that this was an incredible feeling. I always enjoyed giving myself to him, whatever mood I was in, but I had never been so utterly conscious of my body as I was in that fabulous moment. Too, too soon, he stopped fondling my now extremely receptive body and stood up. "I'll go and make coffee, and then come back and release you. All right?" I nodded. My emotions were so aroused just then that I didn't think I would be able to reply at the moment. For I realized that not only was I giving my tied wrists and ankles to him, I was giving him control of my whole body. It was a disturbing but incredibly beautiful feeling. He left the room, and I started to ponder the situation. In the beginning, I had hated this, but now I began to see some sense in it. I don't think I'd ever been quite so sexually aroused. I knew lovemaking was going to be extra special tonight. I heard Drew moving about in the kitchen and caught myself hoping he wouldn't hurry. I didn't like this strange sense of construction. But I far from hated it either. Drew returned with the coffee on a tray. "Like me to untie you now?" he asked. I made no reply. I didn't dare tell him that I was suddenly in no hurry. "Then I'll wait until it's cool enough to drink," he decided. And knelt on the floor and started running his hands over my superheated body again. I cried out with the intensity of my desire. And with a certain amount of anguish, because I knew that if I wasn't careful, I would come very quickly. And I didn't want that. I wanted it to be special in bed tonight. "Of course," he said musingly, "Your elbows should also be tied together." And he pushed my arms together by way of demonstration, making my shoulders feel as though they had suddenly been clamped together. "And your ankles should be drawn up towards your head to make the classic hogtie." And he twisted my now frenzied body into a restrictive curve. "Next time," I heard myself murmur, meaning I didn't want him to do it to me now. I hadn't intended saying that, but the words just slipped out as if they'd been said by someone else. And I then realized I had given him permission to do that to me next time. I hadn't intended their being a next time, but I knew with an inner certainty that there would be now. Drew looked down on me for a moment, love blazing from his eyes. "Next time," he confirmed softly." And he quickly untied me, ripped the clothes off me, and took me there and then on the rug, with the television still babbling away in the background. The next morning saw me facing Alley across a table for two in our favorite café. This was the one morning of the week when we had coffee together before we did our week's shopping. Alley eyed me suspiciously. "You're different this morning," she remarked thoughtfully. "Have you grown a new leg, or something?" I tried to act normally, but the previous evening seemed to have changed me somehow. And I knew of old that Alley wasn't the easiest person to put one across. Alley cocked her head on one side. "You're much brighter and bushy-tailed than you normally are. What have you been up to? Something pretty raunchy, I bet." I fenced off her questions for a while, then was forced to blurt out, "Drew tied me up yesterday evening." "Oh! Is that all? Jeff ties me up all the time." Alley eyed me speculatively. "And you've just encountered this aspect of human nature for the first time, I guess. Am I right?" I nodded, eyes downcast. There wasn't very much I could keep from Alley. Particularly when she was on the warpath in search of information about something. And that something at the moment was my intensely personal private life. "You say that Jeff ties you up all the time," I hazarded. "I... " "Of course!" Alley just about exploded. "He always had. Before we were married, in fact. I naturally thought you knew." I shook my head. "I had no idea. Do you mind?" "Mind? Alley exclaimed. "Of course I don't mind! I love it!" She regarded me quizzically. "And how did you find it?" I hesitated, not knowing what to say, or how much to tell my friend. "The truth, Jessie. We've known each other too long for prevarication now." I silently agreed that this was true. "I hated it to begin with," I murmured. "But you began to like it, I guess." I nodded. "Did he tie you up naked? That's always the best, you know. It gives you a deliciously vulnerable feeling all over." I swallowed hard. I was getting in much too deep for my liking. "No, I was dressed... in an old shirt and shorts. But he said he was going to hogtie me, or something, next time," I blurted out, inadvertently sharing my worry with her. Alley's eyes brightened. "You'll love that," she enthused. "You're absolutely helpless, if it's correctly done. And I always am, as Jeff is a master with ropes." She eyed me speculatively. "You and Drew ought to come over one evening and my Jeff will be able to show your Drew a thing or two. Say, what about the next evening you come to us for a meal? Why not let's make it a foursome bondage evening? You would love that!" I wasn't so sure. I was still trying to digest the bit about being tied up naked. The notion gave the uncomfortable tremors in the pit of my stomach, a strange mixture of fear and desire. "You really enjoy being tied up?" I persisted. "I mean, isn't it?" "Strange? Alley asked. "No, of course not! It's perfectly natural. Lots of our friends do it. In fact, one of my girlfriends is always willing to offer herself to a group that is interested in the long-term stuff." Her eyes twinkled playfully. I'd love to really get into that, but Jeff is a bit of a stick-in-the-mud sometimes. It didn't sound like it to me, but I decided to let that go. Alley was always the so full of energy that I couldn't imagine her restrained. It seemed a contradiction in terms in a way. I decided I wouldn't ask about that side of things. I didn't like the sound of it at all. "So," I ventured, "You think I ought to let Drew hogtie me naked?" "Of course! It's a lovely feeling. Total release. Absolute surrender." Alley threw her arms wide, startling the people at the next table to us. "Total everything, as far as I am concerned," she added, lowering her voice slightly as she noticed them looking at her. "You've agreed to Drew giving you a hogtie, I presume. I mean, I hope you are prepared for it." I nodded weakly. "I've already said I would." "That's a good girl! Then set out to relax and enjoy it to the full." "Surrender," I murmured worriedly. "That's the ticket! You're getting the idea. That's it exactly." Alley stood up. "We ought to be on our way, if we're to get our shopping done today." I glanced at my wristwatch, a birthday present from Drew. It was, indeed, getting late. "And I'll tell my Jeff to have a word with your Drew," Alley added, leading the way out of the café, which was now filling up with eager patrons. "Fix up a foursome evening. How does that grab you?" I swallowed hard. Frankly, it didn't grab me at all. I just didn't like the sound of it, but I knew that when Alley had set her mind on something, there was no stopping her. And if Jeff managed to talk Drew into it, I was done for. I was getting in too deep, to quickly. Nothing was said for a couple of days then, one night, just as I thought we were getting settled for a nice relaxing evening in front of the idiot box, Drew nestled up close to me, and murmured, "What about it, Jessie?" I knew immediately what he meant, of course, but decided to play hard to get. I didn't like that approach at all. I found it hard and unromantic. "What about what?" I asked with feigned innocence. "Being hogtied," Drew replied in a slightly breathless voice. I immediately sensed the yearning that was consuming him. I wanted to do this for him, but fear of being made helpless flooded through me. I swallowed hard. "You said..." Drew reminded. "I remember what I said," I snapped. "But what if I don't feel like it at the moment?" "Then when will you feel like it?" he asked me pointedly. I sighed. It had always been incredibly easy for me to get into the mood for Drew to make love to me, but this was different. This was like making an appointment for the dentist, or something. "I was looking forward to taking some more photos of you... properly tied up this time," Drew said sadly. I could sense his disappointment. Anyone would be able to feel it a mile away. He gently took me in his arms. "If you really don't want to," he murmured in my ear. And his arms around me immediately made me warm to him. "I didn't like being asked in that matter-of-fact way," I said. "It made me tense up." "Then should I ask you again now?" he smiled. I nodded. "Would you let me put you into a hogtie now, Jessie?" he asked. I nodded. I was slightly more in the mood now. I would suffer this for him. "I'll go get the ropes," he announced, leaving the room with a bright step. I was left sitting on the settee. Alone with my thoughts, trying to marshal all that Alley had said to me, but all I ended up with was a confused jumble of dread, fear, longing and doubt. Drew returned to the room, clutching what looked to me like a huge bundle of lengths of rope. Without thinking what I was doing, I stood up. "Ready?" he asked. The single word seemingly deciding my fate for the rest of the evening. "Alley told that she lets Jeff tie her up naked," I blurted out. What made me say that, I couldn't imagine. I guess it was some sort of secret desire which even I hadn't known about. We always made love naked. We slept naked. I suppose this was a natural progression in a way. Drew regarded me with an incredible look of surprise on his face. "You would like to?" he asked breathlessly. I nodded. Despite my fear and dread, I suddenly wanted to do this. I suddenly needed to be deliciously vulnerable, as Alley had put it. "Then..." I removed my clothes slowly with fingers that shook so much that I could hardly control them, whilst he watched, eager as though he'd never seen my body before. Shorts, that groddy old shirt I had also been wearing the first time he'd tied me up, bra and, finally, panties. I stood before him. Totally revealed. Totally in his power. "Face down on the settee," he murmured. I complied, the rough fabric of the cushions striking gratingly against my now super-heated skin. I put my arms behind my back without being asked. He patted my exposed bottom gently, then wrapped the rope around my wrists, just as he'd done last time. I was prepared for that. But I wasn't prepared for the tightness of the clinch he made. Last time, it had been so loose that I could move my wrists within the ropes slightly. This time, I couldn't even rotate them. It felt as though my wrists had been glued together with fast-drying cement. He patted my bottom again. This time, his fingers remained in contact with my bare skin for a moment. Sexual desire immediately surged through me. "All right?" he asked. I nodded, silently dreading what would come next. I lay quite still as he roped my ankles together. Again, the bond was much tighter than before. I was now absolutely helpless. My body no longer belonged to me. Then, to my horror, I felt him wrap a rope around my arms, just above my elbows. That, in itself, was bad enough, but he began to tighten the rope, relentlessly pulling my arms together until my elbows almost touched. I gasped with the sudden strain on my shoulders. He wasn't going to leave me like that, was he? But I felt him tie off the rope, leaving me painfully constricted. "All right?" he asked. "I didn't know you were going to do that," I protested. "You agreed to a hogtie," he replied mildly. "And that is part of it." I wasn't aware, to begin with, of his pulling my ankles up behind my back, the discomfort in my shoulders and arms was so great. I suddenly became aware what was happening when he fastened a rope between my ankles and my wrists and pulled it tight. Horribly tight, jerking my whole body into an unnatural curve. "All right?" he asked yet again. "And how long are you intending leaving me like this?" I wanted to know. Drew laughed ruthlessly. "That decision is entirely mine, my dear. You really don't have any say in the matter." And he got out his camera and started taking photographs of me. Trussed up. Helpless. In pain. Naked. In some unfathomable way, having my pictures taken began to relax me, as it always did, and I began to accept the incredible constriction. Immediately, the pain became part of the constriction. Part of being tied up. Part of being in a hogtie. Drew put the camera down and started running his hands over my helpless and suffering body. Sexual desire immediately blossomed. It had started before, when he had patted my bottom, but it had gone away when the shock of being tied up like this hit me. The telephone rang. Drew went to answer it, leaving me alone with my combined misery. Restriction, pain and desire. I heard him talking, but was unable to hear what he was saying. But he did seem to be settling in for a leisurely conversation. He had no intention of hurrying back to me. I felt angry. Then, strangely, I began to relax a bit, to accept my condition. Was it because I had no other choice? Or was it because of what Susan had said to me? I couldn't make up my mind, it had begun to wander, almost as though it had a life of its own, independent of me. But one thing I was beginning to be sure about was that there was almost something nice about this. I almost began to like it. I could scarcely credit my decision, but I had made it without thinking about it, so there must be something in it. Drew returned to the room. At first, I didn't even notice his doing so, I had begun to relax so much. "That was Jeff," he announced. "And what did he want?" "He just wanted a chat." I didn't believe that for a moment. I felt there was something sinister hanging in the air. "Do you want me to release you now?" he asked. "Or should I get the coffee first?" "Get the coffee first," I murmured into the cushion my face was resting upon. "Then you're not desperate to be released," he remarked, gently running his hands over me, sending even wilder spasms of desire shooting through me. "Not really," I allowed. "Then you like it?" he questioned. I was forced to admit that I did... in a way. "I had a feeling that you might. I'll go and make the coffee. But I won't hurry back. All right?" I nodded, wondering how long I really would like to be left like this. When Drew finally returned with the coffee on a tray, he asked me that very question. I didn't know how to answer. "Another ten minutes?" he suggested. "An hour? Until bedtime?" I did my best to think about that. "I really don't know," I said at last. "Then you would like me to decide?" I nodded. After all, I had agreed to surrender to him. It was all I could do. "Then until bedtime," he announced. I nodded, doing my best to hide the mixture of dread and excitement that was now overwhelming me. "Whatever you decide," I murmured, completely sealing my fate. Jeff and Alley welcomed us to their home as they always did, but I was instantly aware of an unusual sense of excitement hanging in the air. But wasn't that to be expected? For Drew and I had arrived at their place, not for our usual monthly casual get-together, but for my first bondage foursome. I forced a smile to my lips, but I knew that my features were stiff and unmoving. Part of me wished I was elsewhere - anywhere but here - but another part of me was almost ready to face the inevitable. That first night Drew had put me into that hogtie had been the beginning of an incredible adventure for me. He had kept me tied up, as he'd said he would, until bedtime. He'd massaged my cramped limbs from time to time, and had let me drink my coffee through a straw, holding the mug just before my face. And he'd taken yet more pictures of me. When he finally released me, he had taken me with a fury that just about driven every breath from my body. I was asleep in his arms, even before I got into bed properly. In short, it had been an incredible evening. One which I will never forget. And, to my joy, it had been repeated. Not once, but several times. And each time, the feelings of being tied up like that generated even more unbelievable sensations within my helpless body. And now, I was going to take another giant step into the unknown. Jeff and Drew were going to tie us two girls up. This was no longer going to be a private thing, just between Drew and myself, but was going to become more public in a way. I was now used to Drew controlling my body. After all, he was my husband, but Bruce took on the aspect of a total stranger to my tensed thinking. I glanced at Alley's face. It was perfectly relaxed whereas, I knew, mine was as tight as a drum. I was immediately aroused by the excitement that blazed from my friend's eyes. "We might as well start," Jeff announced. My stomach clenched painfully. I had hoped that we would chat for a while, to help relax me, as we usually did, but that clearly wasn't going to happen tonight. Alley moved to stand beside me. "Relax, Jessie," she breathed in my ear. "You might as well enjoy it, for there is no backing out now." And the expression of almost grim resolve on the faces of the two men confirmed that notion. "They've got it all planned," Alley added, giving me one of her best carefree grins. "Right then," Jeff announced. "You first, Alley." Alley gave me a final smile and quickly removed her clothes, discarding them as though they were on no particular importance to her. She stood naked and continued to smile at us all, clearly completely at ease with her nudity, even before Drew and myself. Jeff gestured for her to lie down on her front on the thick rug that softened the center of the room. She did so, and submissively positioned her arms behind her back. She was plainly completely ready to suffer whatever happened to her. Jeff tied her wrists together, while Drew busied himself with her ankles. Neither man, I noticed, made any attempt to be gentle. They were giving her the full treatment, as Jeff was inclined to remark. Together, they roughly pulled her elbows together and roped them tightly. Alley uttered a cry at the harshness of this treatment, but they ignored her. I felt strangely moved to watch my friend being treated in this way. Part of me was repelled by their actions, while another part of me had to admit that I was actually excited by it. I had never seen a girl roughly handled like this before, and I wondered how I would take it. I suddenly realized I wanted them to do this to me too, so that I would know. Working together, as though they had been doing this all their lives, they pulled Alley's ankles and wrists together, securing her body into a clearly painful curve. One of them grabbed her pony tail, tied a rope to it and fastened it to her ankles, pulling her head back in what must have been a most uncomfortable position. They stood up and looked down on their helpless victim who, I could see, was struggling to keep tears at bay. "Not bad," Jeff remarked, formally shaking Drew by the hand. "She'll be good for a couple of hours like that." "I reckon," Drew agreed, glancing at me for the first time. I had a feeling he'd forgotten all about me until that moment. "You next," Jeff announced, turning in my direction. I knew exactly what to do. Alley had already demonstrated how. I glanced down at her helpless body, and caught myself almost wanting to suffer with her. She was, after all, my best friend. With nervous fingers, I removed my clothing, and discarded it, and stood naked before the two men. I felt horribly ill at ease and embarrassed, for I wasn't comfortable with my nudity, as Alley was. Nor could I help noticing the hungry look in Jeff's eyes, when he ran his eyes over my trembling body. The expression in his eyes sent a shock of exquisite terror right through me, for I sensed that he was really looking forward to getting me in his power. I went to get down beside my friend on the floor, the thought flitting through my mind that when they had me trussed up like Alley, I would be able to suffer with her, and we would be able to compare notes when the two men left us alone, as I was sure they would. However, just as I was off balance, the two men grabbed me, lifted me off the ground, and carried me through to the bedroom, where I immediately saw that ropes had already been attached to the posts that formed the perimeter of the four-poster. And I knew what they were for. Alley had already spoken about how some of her girlfriends had pegged her out, spreadeagled, on a friend's back lawn for a while, and how incredibly exposed being secured in that position made you feel. I struggled furiously. I didn't want this. I hadn't agreed to it. But then I realized I hadn't agreed to anything specifically - just a bondage evening - and this was it! Despite offering all the resistance I could, they quickly had me lashed widely spreadeagled, my legs and arms stretched to their very limit. And the ropes were very tight too. They'd had no mercy for me either! "That'll do nicely," Jeff decided. And he shook hands with Drew again. As Alley had said, the two of them had had it all arranged. Without a further word, they left the room, closing the door behind them, leaving me alone, with only the ceiling above me in my field of vision. The door opened slightly and a hand reached through the gap, and switched off the light. The door closed again, leaving me in total darkness. This was completely different from being hogtied. There wasn't the constriction, or the relentless pull on the back, but there was something else. I was totally exposed sexually, and I had absolutely no means of resisting whatever they decided to do to me. And from the brutal way they'd trussed up Alley, and the rough way they'd handled me, I got the feeling that they'd be in for the kill tonight. There was silence for a long time, only punctuated by occasional murmurs of conversation from the two men, and I lay and wondered what was going to happen next. Then I heard Alley cry out, and continue to emit a series of anguished whimpers. I couldn't imagine what they were doing to her but, whatever it was, it sounded painful. Was it an act to scare me, I wondered. It was possible. I wouldn't put it past them. And Alley, I knew, would enjoy taunting someone like that. But, somehow, it sounded real. There was absolutely no hint of Alley's captivating giggle. I had a nasty feeling that what I was hearing was genuine. And then I remembered the intent look on Jeff's face when he he'd first seen me standing naked before him. Drew had the usual lustful expression, Jeff's expression was much more potent somehow. Not hateful, as though he wanted to injure me in some way, but something beyond normal lust. I couldn't describe it, but it excited me beyond measure, as well as frightening me, because I knew he would pursue his objective - me - to the very limit this evening. Nor would Drew stop him, for they were brothers in arms at the moment. This went on for quite a time. Then there was silence for a while. Then further cries of distress. I wished I were with Alley, as I'd thought I would be, then I could offer her some sort of emotional support. For, whatever they were doing to her, she was being forced to suffer it alone. And as they tortured her, I could sense their mounting excitement, the two men leading each other on to afflict even more pain on their helpless victim. And I was also conscious that not once did Alley beg them to stop. Did that make her a totally willing victim? Strangely enough, and I had no idea why, but I found the thought of that possibility rather exciting. I wondered what they were doing to her, and wished I could witness her suffering, instead of being forced to hear it in the distance. She would doubtless tell me all about it the next time we met, but that would only be secondhand. I really wanted to see what they were doing to her now. I had, in my own mind, promised myself that I would be tied up beside her so that we could share in the ordeal as friends. And part of me needed to convince myself that I could survive as well as Alley could. But by their action, the men had taken that knowledge from me. I simply didn't know what they were doing to her. Nor had I had any idea that my Drew was into that sort of thing. And I thought I knew him pretty well too. My opinion of him was that he was a gentle sort of man. It just showed that people had sides to them which you didn't suspect. But, still, I'd succumbed to this bondage game, hadn't I? Who would ever have thought that possible a few weeks ago? This went on for what felt like hours. Being in total darkness, I had no means of judging the passing of time. My outstretched limbs had, by now, become accustomed to the constriction, having passed the initial discomfort stage. I began to wonder if I would agree to this again, and immediately realized that I would. I was hooked. It had become a part of me, much as Susan had asserted it would. The door opened very quietly, and I felt rather than heard the two men enter the room. I tried to peer through the darkness, but could only make out the vague outlines of two forms. I had no idea which was Drew, and which was Jeff, for they were both roughly the same height and build. They approached the bed. And I knew immediately, with acute feminine awareness, what was going to happen next. They were both going to pack rape me! Both! Now, Drew was my husband, so it would be all right. But Jeff? He was not my husband, so it would not be all right. And would it be all right with Drew? Would he allow his friend to take me? And had they both taken Alley already? The questions mounted in my bewildered mind. I was looking forward to Drew taking me, as I was completely ready for him. Then I recalled how Jeff and I had really fancied each other once, but had never actually got it together. And then Alley came along and swept Jeff off his feet. But, whatever my thoughts in the matter, I had nothing to say about it, for I was utterly helpless. Nor did I even ask them what they were about, for I knew it wouldn't make a scrap of difference to the outcome. Several of my girlfriends had admitted to entertaining a secret fantasy of being pack raped. And they'd all said the same thing, that they would want to be overpowered in some way so that they were helpless to prevent what was going to happen to them. That way, no blame could be attached to them, nor would they need to feel guilty afterwards, because it had all been out of their control. And now it was actually going to happen to me! I knew that for certain sure, for the two men had quietly stepped closer to the bed, and one of them was already bending over me. But which one?

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