Tied Up and Molested?

Leon started with the desk drawers. There was nothing in there but the usual clutter: pens, tape, envelopes and stuff. He went through the door to the bathroom, but came back out quickly after snapping the light on and off again. He moved on to the other end of the room, with the built-in shelves with the drawers and cabinets underneath. In one of them he found an unopened coil of clothesline. In another he found the garden shears. When he came to the shelf with the nipple-clamps on it he whistled loudly.

"Hey, Bubba. Lookit here! Somebody here is into some kinky shit!" He came back to the group with his haul, dangling the clamps in his hand.

"Well, well." Bubba said, eyeing the clamps. "Looks like somebody's momma is into some rough stuff. Where is momma, by the by?"

"She's gone visiting." I said. "She won't be back tonight." I could hardly tell him that she was just a few houses up the street without putting both Mrs. Reynolds and Mrs. Morgan in danger. I was sure that the more hostages there were, the greater the likelihood that somebody would do something dumb and get hurt. I hoped it wasn't going to be me.

"That's good. Leon why don't you cut some of that rope and tie them boys up so's they can't get no ideas about being heros."

Leon made short work of tying Bud and Jim's hands behind their backs. Once they had been tied and returned to the sofa, he did the same to Sara and pushed her down on top of the boys. Bubba grabbed Lori and Leon tied her as well.

By the time he got to Neeka, he must have felt like he had control of the situation. With just the two of us with our hands free and two of them to deal with us, he relaxed and turned his filthy mind to entertainment. He shoved Neeka against Leon, who grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back.

"Now I always have had a preference for redheads," he said leering at her. "And you're such a pretty thing, too. I wonder if the collar and cuffs match?" He nodded to Leon, who reached down and grabbed the hem of Neeka's sundress. He yanked it straight up over her head, stripping her naked in one move.

"Well, I'll be dipped! Shit, Leon, that dress was all she had on! No bra or panties or nothin'. And she's got the body for it, too. Them titties is mighty nice. And that beaver is purt near shaved. She's must be really hot." He put his grubby hand on Neeka's breast and squeezed.

Neeka grimaced and leaned her head back, but could not pull away from him because of Leon's firm grip on her arms. She didn't scream and she didn't seem really afraid. She looked at me as if asking what I wanted her to do.

"Yeah, I think we can have some fun with this one," Bubba said. He reached for her pussy, intending to stick his filthy fingers into her.

"NO!" I yelled. "Leave her alone." I pulled my own dress off and stepped in between Bubba and Neeka. I put my hands on my breasts and fondled them in what I hoped was a seductive manner. "Play with me instead."

"I knew you was going to be trouble when I first laid eyes on you, missy." Bubba didn't seem interested in me as an alternative. I realized that his assault on Neeka had been mostly a way to smoke out any trouble I might have in mind. It looked like I was the one who was now in trouble.

Bubba took Neeka from Leon and put his arm around her from behind so he could squeeze her breasts. "Leon. Tie this one up, too." He pointed at me. I meekly surrendered. Since Bubba had the knife out again and had it pressed under Neeka's left breast, just below her heart.

Leon tied one end of a piece of the line to each of my wrists. He did a good job of it. There was only a couple of inches slack between my hands. The knots were out of my reach. My efforts to test my bonds made my shoulders pull back and my breasts rise up.

Waving my breasts in front of Bubba was like a waving a red flag at a bull. He stared at them, thinking of what he wanted to do to me. He looked at Neeka and he looked at Leon, then he smiled.

"Leon, get them titty-clamps. We're going to have some fun with miss busy-body here." Leon picked up the clamps from the coffee table and snapped them wide open. He held them up to my face so I could see the jaws. I did my best to look properly terrified. There was no advantage in letting them know that the clamps and I were old acquaintances. I looked past Bubba at Jim. Jim shifted his weight forward so he could jump up when it was time. Bubba thought I was looking for help.

"No help there you little sow. Them titties is mine now, and girl, you gonna squeal for me." Bubba grinned and I could see he was missing three teeth out of his bottom jaw. I hoped somebody had knocked them out for him. "Hook her up, Leon."

Leon grabbed my right nipple and pulled it as hard as he could without pulling me into him. I leaned back against the pull, trying to look like I didn't want to have the clamp put on me, but I was really trying to get him to put it on as high as possible on my breast to give the clamp the best grip. The more flesh it had, the less it would hurt and the less damage it would do to my tender flesh. When Leon closed the clamp, he hit just the right mark at the base of the areola. I cried out in pain, some feigned and some real.