Message-ID: <2662eli$9708061225@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2662.txt> From: phuleslv@hotmail.com (kate) Subject: Katy's Surrender - part 9 (blackmail, bondage, humiliation) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <33e8c502.11797670@news.sover.net> Katy's Surrender - Part 9 Katy turned her head toward the front of the barn, listening intently. Voices. She prayed they would not come into the barn, not come to the back. She listened, trying to hear if they were coming toward her. All she could hear was Josh's splashing in the makeshift washroom. They, whoever they were, would surely hear the water as well. Maybe it was the owner. He would come to check the noise. Maybe it was just some kids. Maybe they would be scared away by the sound of someone in the barn. What to do? The voices did sound young, but she could not be sure. Kids or adults, it didn't change the horrible situation she was in. She was naked, handcuffed to the post. There was no way she could cover herself and no way she could free herself or hide. What bad luck that someone should come just when Josh had gone into the washing room. And besides that, Josh seemed to be taking the longest shower, hose-in-barn category, in the history of Western civilization. If she wasn't so terrified she would have laughed at the situation, but this was definitely too scary. She tugged uselessly at the handcuffs behind her back, but just once. That was stupid, Katy thought to herself. Make more noise. Make sure they hear us. Why not just yell to them, something like ‘Hey you big mean men, there's a naked slave girl down here all chained up and ready for your raping and ravishing pleasure. Come on down!!' Katy was becoming more and more nervous, thinking of all the possible scenarios that might unfold in the next few minutes. Who could it be? Were they gone? She hadn't heard any sounds from that side since she first heard the voices. They must be gone, she thought. No problem. Then she heard footsteps, softly, slowly moving toward her. Whoever it was, they wanted to approach in secret. Seconds later, she saw, very briefly, a head peek around a wall and then quickly pull back. Then she heard agitated whispering from behind the wall. A stategy meeting, she guessed. Then silence. Moments later, a different head peaked around the wall. This one did not pull back but instead stared directly at Katy with eyes that grew comically larger. It was a young girl. Katy guessed her age to be about 13 or 14. She felt a little relieved, especially since both of the youngsters seemed to be at least as anxious about the meeting as she was. "Hello." Katy greeted the girl in the most nonchalant voice she could manage under the circumstances. The result was somewhat surreal. "Hi." The girl replied. She came out of her hiding place followed hesitantly by her companion. The second girl was taller but appeared to be at least as young if not younger. The two girls stopped a few feet in front of where Katy was cuffed to the beam. There was an awkward silence as they scrutinized Katy, trying to figure out what to make of her. "You ok?". The shorter, bolder girl finally asked her. "Yes, I'm ok. But you shouldn't hang around here. Could you just leave and don't tell anybody you saw me? Please?" The girl ignored this request. Instead she moved behind Katy to examine the handcuffs. "Where's the guy?" "What guy?" "The guy who was with you on the top of the hill. We saw you up there all naked playing with yourself. You had slave written over your boobs too." "He's washing up. He'll be right back so you better leave before he does." "I'm not afraid of him. You're his slave?" "Yes. Sort of. I mean, basically, yes. I'm his slave." "How come? There's no slaves anymore." "Well, it's a really long story and not that important. Let's just say if I don't do what he says I'll be in a lot of trouble." "Hmm. I think I get it. That kinda sucks. Want us to help you out? We could." "No. There's nothing you can do to help me. The best thing you can do for me is go away. Please?" Again the girl ignored her request. "What's your name, slave girl person?" "Katy." "Hi Katy. My name's Molly. This is Jenna." The girl named Jenna said hello to Katy. "Hi," said Katy to Jenna. Jenna smiled. Molly resumed her questioning. "How long you been his slave?" "This is my second day." Molly raised her eyebrows. "Wow. What do you have to do?" "Anything I tell her to do." Josh walked around the corner behind them. All three females jumped at the sound of his voice. Molly quickly recovered her cool, however. "Anything? Like what?" Katy was intrigued by the girl's calm, defiant tone. She was clearly more fearless than Katy had originally thought. "Look. This is none of your business. Why don't you two take a hike." "This ain't your barn. We can stay here if we want to." Josh unlocked Katy's handcuffs as he tried to think of a way to get rid of the two nuisances. When she was free he handed her her shorts and tshirt and told her to put them on. Quickly and gladly Katy jumped into her clothes. "What are you girls hanging around here for? Why don't you go out and play?" Josh's attempts at persuasion fell on tough ears. They seemed unintimidated by Josh and much more interested in hanging around than in leaving. "Hey, jerk," said Molly, becoming more assertive by the minute, "we'll fucking stay here if we want to. You got it?" "Nice mouth," replied Josh, "does your mama know you talk like that?" "Fuck you." "Guess not. Look. Molly. Let's start over. We got here first. Why don't you girls be nice about it and just leave us alone." Molly and Jenna showed no signs of being nice about it. They stood their ground and stared at Josh, who quickly tried a different tack. "Otherwise, hey, you two hungry? Me and Katy were just gonna have lunch. There's plenty of food. You're welcome to eat with us if you promise to go away right afterwards. How about that?" "We'll eat," acknowledged Molly. "Then maybe we'll leave." "Okay," answered Josh, "That's cool." Tough negotiator, thought Josh. "One problem, though," added Molly, "Jenna's little brother's hungry too. He's outside of the barn." "Oh, jeeeez, are you like a gang or something? How many more you got outside?" Molly smiled. "There's just him. He's cool. Can he eat too?" "Sure. Why not. Go get him. How old are you guys anyway?" Molly answered him as Jenna went to get her brother. "Me and Jenna are 14. Andrew's 12. Whaddya got to eat?" As Jenna and her brother returned, Josh, Katy, and Molly rummaged through the food supply, passing out sandwiches, fruits, drinks, and cookies. Katy was glad she had oversupplied their lunch basket. Katy surveyed Andrew, or Andy as he preferred, as they ate. He was a small boy and a very young looking 12 years old. He seemed to be painfully shy. Whenever she caught him looking at her, which was every time she looked his way, his face turned bright red. Katy liked him immediately. Through lunch, Molly and Josh continued their rude repartee, as it became less a dialogue than a conversational game of one-up-manship. Molly was spunky and did not unnecessarily reveal anything about herself or the other two. She did let Josh and Katy know, however, that the three of them had been spying on them for some time, and had witnessed Katy's performance, and her trip to the car for the leash, and Josh's whipping of Katy's breasts near the entrance to the barn. Then it was Katy's turn to blush. She glanced quickly at Andrew and caught him staring intently at the front of her tshirt. Katy knew her nipples were probably protruding against the material and it was clear that the boy was focused on that. She wished they would leave. They finished eating quickly. Molly and Josh continued chatting together, but now much more amiably. They seemed to be birds of a feather in many ways. They both were intelligent and confident. Also, they were enthusiastic collectors of baseball cards. To Katy's complete amazement, it was decided that Josh, Molly, and Jenna would go by bicycle to Molly's house where complex trading negotiations were to take place involving Molly's collection of baseball cards. As it worked out, the three youngsters had arrived at the barn by bike and since Josh needed a bike to follow the others, Andrew was deputed to stay behind in the barn to "guard" Katy while Josh used his bike for the trip. Katy tried, unsuccessfully, to assure Josh that she did not need guarding and that she would not attempt to flee in her car. This was, in fact, true. She knew it would not be a solution to her predicament and would instead aggravate it in the long term. Josh would not be persuaded, however, and devised elaborate precautions to ensure that Katy would not escape. First, he pocketed the car keys. Then he tied her up. He tied her arms with rope in a most painful manner. Her arms were pulled behind her back and her forearms were tied together tightly, such that her left wrist was tied to her right elbow and her right wrist to her left elbow. Josh did not make the rope too tight but it was a very unpleasant way to be tied. This was only the beginning, however. He next tied her ankles together with rope and made her lay down on her side in the hay. He then roped her arms and her ankles together in a tight hogtie arrangement, arching her body severely. As if this weren't enough, he also blindfolded her with a big bandana. Katy was now afraid. She felt totally helpless and feared what might happen if Josh left her alone. She knew she could not rely on Andy to protect her. In fact, she suspected he would just run away as soon as the others left. She did not want to be left here alone in such a vulnerable state. "Josh. Please, master. You can't leave me like this." In answer, Josh slapped her thigh, leaving a red hand print on her soft skin. Finding another piece of cloth, he stuffed her own panties into her mouth and tied the cloth around her head in a makeshift gag. "Okay, Andy. If she makes any noise, just slap her a couple of times," Josh instructed. Andy's eyes widened at this directive but he did not respond otherwise. Seconds later, Katy heard Josh, Molly, and Jenna run out of the barn. Then she heard only silence except for the creaking of the barn itself in the wind and the soft crunch of hay as Andy settled in to his guard duty. Katy tried to fidget her body into a more comfortable configuration but she eventually gave up. Squirming in the hay only pushed the stiff hay stalks against her skin and under her clothes. She settled down to wait for Josh's return. Immediately, she began to ache. Her arms, her elbows, her legs, her torso, her ankles all ached from the ropes and from the contorted stretching of the hogtie. Her head itched under the blindfold. Her jaw ached and her tongue was drying out from the cotton panty in her mouth. The straw dug into her skin on her legs and arms. Being a slave could be uncomfortable at times, Katy decided. She had nearly forgotten about Andy when she heard him moving toward her. She heard the rustling of the hay as he crawled to a kneeling position in front of her. He must be checking her ropes, she thought, hopefully, but feared otherwise. The next instant as she felt his small hand brushing lightly against the front of her t-shirt, then pressing more confidently as he followed the curve of her breast through the cotton. Katy tensed. She was helpless to prevent his touching her. She could neither talk nor see, let alone move. Also, in spite of herself, the attention was not unpleasant. Katy did so love having her breasts touched, and this young fellow was doing it just right, gently, softly. Hypnotized by the boy's caresses, Katy barely breathed as she felt him tracing the curves of her breasts, exploring the swell of her nipples beneath the cloth. She wondered at how boys could be so rude and crude most of the time but then so wonderfully tender at other times, like now. Katy was becoming wet from the stimulation of his touch. Part of it was due to his gentle fondling, but she also realized that her helplessness, the bondage itself, was exciting her. She could barely move. The boy could touch her body however he wanted and she could do nothing to stop him. Just the thought of it aroused her and the reality of it was delicious. She felt his fingers tickle her skin near the button to her jean shorts. Her clitoris tingled in response. His little fingers struggled to unbutton the top of the jeans. Katy blushed, struggled uselessly against the ropes, and became wetter still. She realized the crotch of her jeans must be visibly damp. She blushed more. The boy, completely inexperienced and equally nervous, could not open the shorts. Frustrated with that, he moved back up to easier game, slipping his hands under her t-shirt. He exhaled audibly as his fingers touched the soft, soft skin of Katy's breasts. He massaged them, fondled them, tweeked them. Katy was unable to control her desire, her need. She tried vainly to satisfy herself by sqeezing the rough denim between her legs but she could get no release from that. She would have talked to the boy, instructed him, even begged him but she could not be heard through the gag. Andrew interpreted her muffled squeals as sounds of resistance. He paused. She frightened him. He thought he should stop touching her in case he got in trouble for it but he could not get enough of the feel of those wonderful breasts. He was actually touching tits. Titties. Boobs. Breasts. Those miraculous things of boyhood legend. Just wait until he told his friends. No, they would never believe him. Her skin was so soft. Much softer than he would have guessed. Much softer than his own. He was very curious to see between her legs. But those jeans, the stupid button wouldn't come open. He tried the button again. It opened easily. He heard the girl moan. Did he hurt her? Must be careful to not let her get free of the ropes. She would probably scratch him to death. He unzipped the jeans as far as they would go. More soft skin, and also her hair. He could see hair there, not much, short, brown, not kinky or curly as he expected it would be. But it was definitely pubic hair. His heart pounded inside his chest. He wanted to see more. He needed to see IT. Katy felt the cooler air below her waist when he finally succeeded in opening her jeans. The poor little guy, she thought, a horny klutz. She felt him trying to pull her jeans down over her buttocks but he failed at that as well. She was too heavy for him, it seemed, and the jeans were still too tight on her hips. Then she felt his small fingers slipping down into the front of her jeans, seeking tentatively, now very close to touching her sex. Instantly, Katy's attitude changed. Before Andrew could reach his goal, Katy squirmed and twisted. Andy pulled his hand away, confused. Katy wiggled around to lay on her stomach, protecting her front side from his touch. For some reason, Katy had a sudden inkling that she had to resist, that the boy was far too young. She could not let him touch her. Andy sat back in the hay, frustrated. At that moment, Josh returned. They heard first the clicking sound of the the bicycle and then the sound of his footsteps as he moved quickly from the front of the barn. "Everything okay, Andy?" Josh asked. "Yeah, sure." Andrew answered quietly, with an audible uncertainty that Josh heard. "Hey, kid. What happened? Did she bite ya?" "No. Nothing happened. Just.." "What? Just what? You can tell me. Something you want, maybe?" "Yeah, kinda. Is it okay if I touch her?" Andrew fully expected to be rebuffed but decided he had nothing to lose by asking. Just his pride, and the prize would be worth it. "Touch her? You want to touch her? Andrew. Tell you what. For being such a good sport and staying here and guarding my slave for me, I'm going to let you touch her." "Wow, cool. Thanks." "Wait. I'm also going to let you take all her clothes off. And if you want, you can fuck her too. Would you like to fuck her, Andy?" "Oh. Yes!!!" Katy screamed, but the cotton panties in her mouth muffled the sound. "Okay, kid. You got it. I'll let you fuck her. But you know what? I always like to have her do a little striptease dance for me to get me in the mood before I fuck her. Yeah. That's a good idea. Let's untie her. Then she can do a real nice striptease dance for us and then I'll take off for a few minutes and let you have at her. How's that sound, Andrew?" Andrew expressed great interest and approval. End of part 9. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Note from the author: Yes, I know it took me a long time to post part 9. And I know it didn't have a lot of action in it. Sorry. I have been busy. But thanks for writing to me and encouraging me. I think that part 10, if it ever gets written, will be extremely "action-packed" to make up for a slow part 9. kate -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /