Bondage Stories #3 - Deborah Cockram - ebook
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Five more tales of women bound and gagged, enslaved and brought to submission – only to serve their master in EVERY way possible as their helpless bondage toys.That's what you'll find inside these pages.Taking The Babysitter! Shandra's an adult now, closer to 19 than 18, and she's tired of pretending to be the good girl. She's been babysitting for the Greene's for years, secretly craving Mr. Greene, and tonight she's going to make her play, with Mrs. Greene out of town.Only problem is, she soon discovered both Mr. and Mrs. Greene have designs on her young, pure body, and the two of them tied Shandra up and use her in ways far, far beyond anything she ever imagined…In Gangbanging & Sharing The Babysitter!, Shandra learns the Greenes are a neighborly sort of couple, meaning they believe in sharing with their neighbors the pleasures of their newfound BDSM submissive, and Shandra learns exactly what it means to be nothing more than a toy, a plaything, an object of carnal desires…In Cuffed & Gangbanged by THREE, Marian is a bad woman – she gets virtually no romance (and certainly no sex) in a loveless marriage, so she looks elsewhere to meet her needs. And she finds a man who is much like here, in a seemingly loveless marriage, with no tenderness, no understand, and most of all no hot romance.The two carry on a hot, steamy, KINKY affair, dripping with erotic fantasies – until one day she slips in his house, blindfolds and cuffs herself and waits…only to receive the SHOCK of her life, and she's absolutely helpless to do anything other than serve as a sexual plaything for … well, you have to read the story to learn what happens to poor, tied-up Marian.In Bound and Banged in the Hotel Room: Tied Up, Stripped, And Ravished in EVERY HOLE by a Stranger, Melissa decides to take a chance on life, meeting up with someone she hooked up with online. She quickly discovers her online boyfriend has very particular taste in his sex life – and he expects his women to be absolutely subservient to him, in every way possible as he uses her body in ways that she never imagined could be done…In Tied Up, Spanked and Ravished, Melissa returns home, relieved to finally be free, to spend some time recovering from her encounter, only to learn her life as a BDSM servant is just beginning…

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Table of contents

Cuffed & Gangbanged by THREE

Taking The Babysitter!

Gangbanging & Sharing The Babysitter!

Bound and Banged in the Hotel Room: Tied Up, Stripped,

Tied Up, Spanked & Savagely Ravished

Five More Stories of Bondage, Hardcore BDSM, Public Humiliation, Spanking, Hard Rough Gangbangs, Backdoor Sex and SO MUCH MORE

By Deborah Cockram

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Cuffed & Gangbanged by THREE

Tied Up, Stripped, & Taken Hard Every Way Possible

(BDSM, Spanking, Whipping, Double-Penetration, Oral Deep Throat, Slut Humiliation)

By Deborah Cockram

Marian glanced at herself in the mirror, ran her hand through her short, blonde hair. She wasn't sure about having cut it – until two days ago it had been long, cascading down over her shoulders, brown with flecks of gray showing here and there.

Now, it was freshly dyed blonde and short – the stylist had called it a pixie cut, and said Marian looked cute after finishing.

Cute.

Not exactly what a forty-year-old wanted to hear. She wanted gorgeous, pretty, attractive – and for Raymond, she was hoping it would be sexy – but cute?

She stepped back from the mirror for a full-body look. She was wearing the sheer green corset and G-string Raymond had left for her. He always had a way of finding just the right clothes that were best for her body – this one hugged her slender build, accentuated her small breasts, pushing them up and making them look much more impressive than they really were.

It would be a shame to see this torn, ruined after just one wearing, but she was certain that would happen. She looked at the bed – the blindfold and handcuffs were there, though these were different. They were metal, and attached to a metal collar she was to put around her neck – it was really a single piece of metal, one ended molded for her neck, the other end two separate cuffs that would hold her wrists together in front of her, just inches from her face. Next to a paddle. And a vibrator. A very long, thick vibrator.

Wonder what he has in store for me today?

Marian glanced around the room. It looked lived in, as it should, with the bedcovers pulled down and rumpled, one dresser drawer open, exposing Jenny's panties. On the dresser was an antique jewelry box, filled with Jenny's earrings, necklaces, a couple of rings. Marian swallowed hard. She always felt a little uncomfortable here, in Raymond and Jenny's bedroom. The first couple of times she had been with Raymond were in a hotel room, but afterward he convinced her to come here, to his home, to the very bedroom he shared with his wife.

Marian felt incredibly guilty at first, guilty at cheating on her husband, guilty for cheating with a married man, but Raymond had helped her reach the realization there was little cheating involved, at least in her case. Marian's husband, Thomas, hadn't been interested in sex for years, hadn’t been interested in much of anything other than working long hours at the office watching TV and, over the past two years, playing online. Marian had wondered what that was about, was scared maybe he had found another woman on the Internet, so she had slipped open his computer one day about a year ago and checked his browser history – he was visiting porn sites, with a lot of bondage videos and photos downloaded to his computer. And chatting with woman.

She was shocked at first, then withdrew from him, rarely speaking when the kids weren't around – and now that both were off to college, there was little reason for any conversation.

That's when she met Raymond. He and his wife were similar, only in reversed roles, he told her. She and Raymond chatted off and on for several weeks, then began chatting daily, even met for lunch a couple of times, and finally, one day, had their own little hotel tryst.

Since then Marian had found Raymond utterly intoxicating. She couldn't get enough. He was really into fantasy, making her a damsel in distress, or pretending to be a burglar breaking into a home and then having his way with her, as he did last time. Even here, in their home, in their bedroom – where she knew she shouldn't be – Marian felt her body tremble in anticipation. She was barely able to make herself wait for him.

Today she was to play the role of kidnapped housewife, stripped down to her lingerie (as if she actually wore this stuff under her regular clothes), bound and helpless, waiting to see what her captor had in store for her.

Marian glanced at the clock: five minutes until twelve, meaning Raymond could show up at any moment. She stepped to the bed and sat, tied the blindfold around her head and then picked up the handcuffs and collar. She was always genuinely nervous about this part, binding herself, particularly with the blindfold in place, before Raymond arrived. But, that's what he wanted, and the truth was the little scary sensation rolling through her was part of the thrill – knowing that something could go wrong, not likely, and not life-threatening, but something bad none-the-less.

She put the collar around her neck – it was snug, but not tight, and she clicked it shut in back. Then she closed one cuff around her left wrist, put her right wrist in the other cuff, took a deep breath, then closed the other ring. She felt that little chill dance through her body. She shivered.

And waited.

A long time passed – being blindfolded she couldn't be sure, but Marian was pretty certain fifteen minutes had gone by. Maybe more.

And still she waited.

Sitting alone, helpless, Marian became aware of sounds all around her – traffic passing off in the distance, the soft click and hum of the home's air conditioning unit kicking in, the even softer clicking of the second hand of the clock on the night stand.

She turned her face upward, trying to peak under the blindfold at the clock.

Damn.

She had tied the cloth tightly, placed it well.

Then she heard it – the sound of a car engine, closer, near the house, then it turned off. The slam of a car door.

Was that two doors?

A little chill ran up her spine. She heard the sound of a key slipping into a lock, door opening, shutting, laughter.

A woman's laughter, followed by whispers from a man.

Jesus Christ. It's Jenny.

Panic bloomed inside. Suddenly Marian couldn't breathe, her heart pounded, her thoughts became a jumbled mass of random, stray, meaningless emotions and half-formed ideas, no focus taking shape.

Footsteps, voices – multiple voices – they were in the room.

Marian stood. She wasn't sure why, or what she hoped to do, but she stood, her hands cuffed awkwardly in front of her, vision nothing more than blackness.

"So, you're the slut who's been sleeping with my husband."

The words shook Marian, just as surely as a slap would have.

She knows. She has known.

Marian felt hands on her chest, pushing, and then she was falling, out of control. She gasped, then bounced harmlessly on the bed. Before she could react, Marian felt Jenny on the bed with her, hovering over her.

"Thought I'd see what he found so interesting," she said before pressing her mouth against Marian's, kissing hard.

Marian tried turning her head, tried resisting – she'd never kissed a woman before. She had wondered what it would be like, to have sex with another woman. Once she and a friend tried, but started laughing half-way through undressing one another, realizing neither had any sort of physical attraction to one other.

Now, she feared she was going to learn what it was like, against her will. She wondered what else she might learn today.

The Jenny grabbed Marian's hair and held her head still while she pressed her lips to Marian's mouth, kissing, tasting. Marian clamped her lips closed as tightly as she could. Jenny moved down, kissing along her neck, across her chest. Then she felt the weight of a second person, the man she had heard, on the bed next to her.

"Marian," he whispered.

Raymond.

"What…Ray?"

Marian had no idea what to say, to think. She couldn't have been more surprised had her own husband walked in with Jenny.

"Relax," he whispered, kissing her ear, neck.

"Raymond, what's going on?"

He laughed, pressed his lips to her mouth, his tongue slipping inside, probing, tasting. Marian shuddered when Jenny grabbed the teddy and yanked, ripping the front so that Marian's left breast slipped free. She gasped when Jenny began caressing her breast, kissing, working her way round and round, spiraling inward until her mouth covered Marian's nipple.

Another shudder ran through her body.

Jenny suckled her nipple, gently at first, then hard, harder, until it hurt.

"Please," Marian tried saying, her words cut off by Raymond's increasingly urgent kisses.

Then it happened.

Fingers playing inside Marian's g-string – fingers that didn't belong to Jenny or Raymond.

Marian turned her head away from Raymond's kisses.

"Who…what…please no."

Raymond grabbed her face and turned her back to him, kissing hard before pulling away. Marian felt Jenny get up as well, then hands on her corset, g-string, pulling, ripping the clothes from her body. She shivered, the cool air enveloping her nude body, emphasizing how vulnerable she was.

"Ever felt a strap-on?" Jenny whispered.

Marian wasn't sure what she meant, then she felt it – the soft rubber of a dildo – a strap on – slipped inside her pussy.

"Please, no, don't," she pleaded.

The strap-on was attached to Jenny – she had put it on, was naked now, and she rammed that strap-on deep – too deep. It hurt.

"You know how one of these works?" Jenny asked.

"Please, no," Marian said.

Jenny laughed. "It's strapped around my waist, hanging off of me just like one a big ol cock, and I'm going to fuck you with it."

She rammed forward again. Marian gasped, pain exploding.

Jenny pulled back again. "Every time I ram into you, there's a little nub on the other side, inside my pussy, driving me crazy. I'm going to have fun whether you do or not."

She rammed forward again, harder.

Marian inhaled deeply, held her breath for a few seconds.

"You like that?"

Jenny pulled back and thrust forward again.

Marian notice the smoothness of Jenny's legs – a far contrast to Raymond's hairy, muscular legs.

Jenny was pumping now, in and out, in and out, fucking her. Someone grabbed Marian's cuffed hands, pulled them to the side, sliding the collar around her neck, then Marian gasped as Jenny leaned forward, allowed her breasts to touch against Marian's. She felt sweat breaking out over her body. She pulled against the cuffs binding her hands, neck.

Jenny sat back up, rammed down again. A hard spasm rolled through Marian's body.

Then someone – she wasn’t sure if it was Raymond or the other man – grabbed her right leg, lifted it up and folded it over, rotating her hips.

"What are—"

Before she could finished the question she felt his cock against her, slipping inside her ass.

"Oh no, please god no," she cried, tightening her ass muscles, trying to wiggle, slide away.

Hands grabbed her hips, held her in place as he slowly pushed his way in.

Pain flared from Marian's ass. A burning, deep, intense, God-awful pain unlike anything she had felt.

Then Jenny thrust deep inside, moving faster and harder.

"Oh god," Marian whispered. She hurt, oh Lord in even she hurt.

The man pulled back then thrust – fresh pain shot from her ass. His cock was covered in some sort of lubricant, something that felt cold, deadening the pain but not killing it entirely.

The two of them continued, one pulling back while the other thrust, one after the other, ripples of pain rolling from each thrust, through her body, like the circles in water when a rock drops, splashing, then spreading out.

"Please," she whispered, her heart pounding now, breathing fast and shallow.

Then the two of them stopped.

"Honey," Jenny said. "We want you to cum. We want you to cum hard."

Just then Marian felt like her nipples were on fire – someone had put tight, hard clamps right on the ends of her nipples, send sharp, intense jabs of pain shooting through her.

She cried out, tears spilling from under the blindfold.

Then the clamps were gone.

"That, my dear, is what you will get. That and so, so much more, if you don't cum with us. Cum hard, or we'll clamp those nipples and spank your ass until it glows red, and then we'll take pictures of you and send them to your hubby, understand?"

Marian sobbed now, scared, afraid.

Suddenly a slap across her face.

"I said, understand?"

"Ye..yes," Marian cried.

The two of them started again, thrusting ramming hard, pulling back, ramming hard, pulling back. Marian's ass was on fire. She concentrated hard, pretending this was all part of the game she and Raymond had cooked up. The other man, whichever one it was, began caressing her breasts, gently pinching and rolling her nipples, kissing first one nipple, then the other.

She felt her body responding now, some level of arousal building as they two of them continued fucking the second man kissing first her right nipple, then her left, sucking, biting. Her body shuddered at the feeling – the pain and pleasure of it mixing with the ripples of similar sensations already rolling through her body.

She cried out when he pulled on her nipples, pinching them as he did. Then he straddled her – Marian felt him over her chest, his cock touching her lips. She shook her head side-to-side, clenched her mouth shut tightly.

He pinched her nostrils shut, held them. The other two continued pounding away, Jenny's strap on going deep, playing over Marian's clit, sending new waves of pleasure over her while the man kept thrusting inside her ass, sending new ripples of sensations – fresh pain, strong, sudden bolts of guilty, reluctant pleasure.