Chapter Three: Beth and Val

So far, so good; three out of seven. I checked the clock: ten before two. I sat down next to Becky and started to give her a simple little backrub. She was enjoying it; I was waiting, but not for long. A car drove up. There were voices, male and female. The O's had some hard and fast rules about dating. No later than Twelve on the first date, no later than One on the second, no later than Two -- ever. I was on a second date with Young-gai, Beth and Valerie were going out with a couple of science geeks who'd been hustling them most of the year, so that was who was at the door.

I took off Becky's gag. "After they come in, call them to come up here, OK." She looked at me a little quizzically. "This is getting pretty crazy, Tom, what do you have in mind?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out." I said, and I tickled her tummy a little to relieve the tension. She leaned forward to protect herself and rubbed my arms with her breasts as she did. She liked it, I liked it. "Okay." she said.

The girls were taking their time saying good night, so I slid down on the floor and rubbed Suzanne and Young-gai. I didn't want them thinking they were fifth wheels in this upcoming spectacular. While I was doing that, I slipped down the blindfold part over their noses. Now the gag was doubled and they could see -- and they were a sight. Suzanne in PJ's with her big bosoms squeezing out below and her strong legs towering above, Young-gai in jeans with luscious dark hair held tightly by the gag -- both girls looking at me and saying nothing.

Finally, the front door closed, the lock locked, the front light went out, and the girls climbed the stairs talking and giggling quietly. "In here, girls." called Becky calmly. I moved out of sight behind the door.

Beth and Val climbed the stairs... but something is wrong! I hear three sets of feet, and the third set is distinctly heavier. Did one of the boys come with them? This could get really sticky. They come in. They look around and their eyes widened. "We're being captured." said Becky as she sat on the couch.

The third person came in. It's... Caroline? I know Caroline. Gosh, it's a small world. Caroline's a six-footer: short black hair, pale-skinned, a lady of English descent. Did I say lady? Well, she's a farmer's daughter, an ideal one. She's no delicate trophy girl. She's husky, earthy, and equipped with the finest looking legs in the galaxy. Tonight she's wearing her black tights and yellow miniskirt to great effect.

In a situation like this there's only one way to deal with Caroline: fast, physical and overwhelming. I bear hug her from behind, pinning her arms. "Easy Caroline. It's me. I'm doing the capturing." I try to force her to her knees.

"What?" she stiffens and starts kicking at my shins, and yes, "Ouch!" it hurts! "Easy, Easy." I say as I lift her up instead of down and swing her from side to side so she can't target me with those nasty heels.

But, God! What am I going to do now? I can't swing her around for ever! Val and Beth will eventually get the idea to just walk out... Caroline's a big girl, and squirming, so I find myself squeezing pretty hard just to keep from loosing my grip as I swing her around. What do I do?

"OK, OK." she gasps, and she stops squirming, "Let me breathe." What ho? I don't know my own strength, especially when I get excited. I bring her down to her feet, then to her knees, she isn't resisting, she's gasping. I waste no time cuffing her wrists behind her as she catches her breath. Back on plan. She wasn't noisy. I wasn't noisy. I look up at Val and Beth.

I see them standing in the center of the room, watching as I bring Caroline to her knees, literally. It's something none of these girls has ever seen before. They were wide-eyed before at what was happening, now they're bug-eyed. All the ladies are watching me like I was Tiger Woods on a long putt... Why? Ah hah! This is something none of them has ever seen before! Caroline's a big girl, a giant, and physical -- she pushes other girls around, and men, too. Yet here in just a few seconds she is laid low and has her hands cuffed behind her. Testosterone worship is oozing from every pore of my captives' acutely feminine bodies... whoops I'm daydreaming, and this is a time for: Manly Action!

The book 1984 comes to mind, "Put your arms behind you and stand back to back." I say to Beth and Val as I slowly push Caroline's head to the floor in front of me. God, I'm good in a pinch! I hadn't noticed before, but Beth and Val are both were wearing low-cut jeans. They move back-to-back and raise their arms. As they do, their tops come up, what a sight! Val is wearing a short tee-shirt and low-cut jeans, Beth is wearing a peasant blouse and low-cut jeans.

Both girls are nineteen and I'm seeing midriffs that I will never forget. Beth and Val aren't related, but when people see them together they are often mistaken for sisters. Both wear their hair long, straight, and dark, both are five-six, and both have oval faces with intelligent looking eyes. Beth is slightly heavier, and often her breasts look like they're trying to squeeze out from under what she's wearing. Val always looks a little taller than Beth because she's slimmer and wears her hair up, but back to back like this, their heads match in height. Both have delightfully flat tummies, and tonight their jeans are low down on those wonderfully curving hips. With their arms up... I'm daydreaming again. This is going to be a wonderful night.

"Cross your ankles." I say to Caroline and I tie them. I hitch her ankles to the handcuffs, then let her head up. I get a roll of tape out of the gym bag and tape her mouth shut. It's quick, not elegant, but it's perfect for right now.

I get up and walk over to Beth and Val. I circle them, drinking in the sight of those beautiful bodies standing back to back with their hands behind their necks, their tight tummies showing, and they watch. "Tape your mouth shut." I say to Val, and hand her the tape. She complies quickly. I take the tape from her and give it to Beth, and she complies. "Now, Beth, I want you to finish taping Val's mouth in an 'X', and tie her hands behind her."

Beth is a little tentative, but she's a beauty to watch. Delicately she does as she's told. As she finishes knotting the rope around Val's wrists, I pull her arms behind her and tie them quickly. Beth's arms move behind her smoothly and her wrists cross without effort. But that's as far across as her arms will go behind her -- her joints are tight for a young lady. I tie her wrists over and under as well as sideways.

I check Val's wrists, and find I have to retie them to straighten out the tangle Beth had created. Val's arms are more flexible, I tie her wrists parallel, then I finish Beth's gag, giving her an X, too.

I have Beth and Val sit crossed legged next to Young-gai and tie their legs. Ah, my handiwork is getting better and better. But as I stand back to gaze at the four beauties all sitting in a row, all sitting waiting for me... the hair on my neck starts to prickle... there's something odd about what I see. It feels like deja vue, but it isn't. I dismiss it as testosterone overload. How often does a man come this close to fulfilling a wild fantasy?

I retie Caroline with rope, lots of rope -- rope around her arms above and below her breasts and rope around knees as well as wrists and ankles -- she'll be hell on wheels if she gets loose. For some reason she definitely doesn't belong in the growing line of beauties on the floor, but Becky does. I move Becky to the floor to kneel by Val, and carry Caroline like a sack of potatoes and sit her on the couch. Her miniskirt rides up, and the higher it goes the better those long legs look, I wonder... I'm day dreaming again. Patience, Patience. I'll find out soon enough.