Message-ID: <14718eli$9808232222@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/14718.txt> From: VLBT40D@prodigy.com (Jenny Blythe) Subject: *NY STORY- Chap. 2 FF/m Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Auth-User: 000000000/0b04287fa8c02e7d X-Post-Time: 24 Aug 1998 01:24:14 GMT 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: <6rqfbu$1ri2$1@newssvr04-int.news.prodigy.com> NEW YORK STORY CHAPTER 2 About five minutes later Cynthia pulled into the driveway of Lillian's house on Olive Place. She pulled around to the back of the house which could not be seen from Olive Place. Lillian got out of the car and went to unlock the back door. When she got back to the car she helped Cynthia get Steven out of the car and into the house. They took him up to a second floor bedroom and as they entered the bedroom Lillian turned on the lights. They dumped Steven's unconscious body face up on the bed. They looked at Steven and then looked at themselves and smiled. "Let's get his clothes off," Lillian said. Lillian and Cynthia unbuttoned Steven's shirt, lifted him to a sitting position and removed his shirt and undershirt. They then removed his shoes and socks. They unbuckled his pants and pulled them off leaving Steven laying on the bed in his boxer shorts. Cynthia grabbed the waist band of Steven's shorts. "Well shall we see what he has?" Cynthia smiled. "Let's wait till he wakes up," Lillian said. Cynthia let her hands roam to Steven's crotch and massaged his cock and balls through the fabric of his boxers. "He's so soft," Cynthia giggled. "We have to get him hard." Lillian laughed as she joined Cynthia in massaging Steven's cock and balls. "He'll respond," Lillian said. "When it's time. But we better tie this tiger down before he wakes up." Lillian walked over to a dresser, opened the top drawer and removed four scarves. She handed Cynthia the red and green ones. "You get his arms, Cynthia," Lillian said. "I'll get his legs." Lillian tied Steven's right leg to one corner of the bed with a blue scarf and his left leg to the other corner with a yellow scarf. Cynthia tied his wrists to the two upper corners of the bed, the green scarf on his right wrist and the red scarf on his left wrist. They then kissed Steven on the cheek and left left the room. Cynthia had Steven's clothes in her hands and Lillian shut the light and closed the door behind her. Cynthia looked at Lillian and smiled. "Lillian, you look like a wreck," Cynthia said. "Well what do you expect," Lillian responded. "I was on the floor in the back of his car for a long time. Cynthia, I have to get out of these clothes and get a shower. I'll meet you downstairs." While Lillian went into another bedroom on the second floor Cynthia went downstairs to the kitchen. She put Steven's clothes on the chair and then got the iced tea from the refrigerator and glasses from the cabinet. She poured herself some iced tea and took emptied Steven's pants pockets onto to the table. She then went through his wallet. She removed $210 from the wallet and then studied his driver's license, United States Postal Service ID and his St. John's University Student ID. He also had an Visa card, a Master Card, and two ATM cards (one from Republic Bank and the other one from Citibank). The last items that Cynthia looked at from Steven's wallet were three photos. One of the photos was of a young blonde woman, the other two photos were of an older woman and a priest. Lillian came into the kitchen a few minutes later wearing a pink nightie. She sat down at the table and poured herself an iced tea. "Who is he?" Lillian asked. "His name is Steven Baker," Lillian said. "He's 20 years old." "Nice and young," Lillian smiled. "Yes he is," Cynthia smiled. "And probably a wild one too." "Oh, Steven is wild, Cynthia," Lillian said. "He put up a hell of a fight in the car. It took a good two minutes for the chloroform to take effect." "Well I guess we are just going to have to tame him," Cynthia said. Lillian picked up Steven's student ID from the table and looked at it carefully. "I see he goes to St. John's," Lillian said. Lillian then looked at his two credit cards and two ATM cards. "We are going to have to get his pin numbers," Lillian smiled. "That should be fun," Cynthia giggled. Steven slowly awoke and when he opened his eyes he could not see a thing in the pitch black darkness. He was laying on his back on a soft bed. His arms were stretched out above his head and when he tried to move them he found that he could not move more then a couple of inches. "What the fuck," Steven said. Steven then tried to move his legs and he found that he could also move them more then a couple of inches. He was bound to the four corners of a bed. Steven pulled hard at his restraints but when he did the scarves that bound him only got tighter. Steven was still groggy and he tried to clear his mind. He tried to remember how he got here. The last thing he remembered was getting into his car. He had the distinct feeling that he was naked. "Hey," Steven cried out. "Is anyone here?" Lillian and Cynthia heard Steven's voice come from the second floor bedroom. "Lillian, I think he's awake," Cynthia said. "Let's go upstairs and greet our house guest," Lillian smiled. "Let me get a little more comfortable," Cynthia smiled. Cynthia removed her white sleeveless blouse and black mini skirt. "Help," Steven cried out. Steven struggled furiously to break his silken bonds to no avail. Lillian and Cynthia came into the room. Lillian switched on the bedroom light and the sudden bright light caused Steven to close his eyes and cease his struggles. "Hello, Steven," Lillian said. "Hi," Cynthia said. Steven opened his eyes and it took a couple of seconds for his eyes to adjust. Once his eyes adjusted he got a good look at the two beautiful women standing across the room near the door. He looked at Cynthia who was wearing a pink bra and light blue panties with her long brunette hair cascading over her breasts. He had never seen her before. He looked over at Lillian and the green eyed blonde wearing a pink nightie looked familiar to him. Then he remembered the car, the gloved hand over his mouth, his head being pulled back and Lillian's green eyes smiling down at him before he passed out. Steven could see that both Lillian and Cynthia were much older then him "Who are you?" Steven asked. "Where am I?" Steven resumed his struggles against his silken bonds once again as Lillian and Cynthia walked slowly towards the bed with smiles on their faces. "My name is Cynthia," Cynthia smiled. "And this is Lillian." "And as for where you are, Steven," Lillian smiled. "You are in your new home." Lillian ran her fingers lightly up Steven's legs and gently cupped his balls in her right hand. "Let's start this engine, honey," Lillian said. "I want to go for a ride." "You ladies are crazy," Steven blurted out. "Kidnapping is a federal offense.You two could go to jail for a mmmmpppphhh." Cynthia pressed her right hand over Steven's mouth and looked him in the eyes with a smile on her face. "Oh really?" Cynthia giggled. "It would be a little hard for them to convict us if nobody tells the police. I'm sure Lillian isn't going to tell the police she kidnapped you and brought you to her house." "And I'm certain," Lillian chimed in. "Cynthia won't tell, after all she helped me bag you. And my neighbor, Kathy, saw Cynthia and I bring you in and she has already asked to borrow you on occasion." Cynthia removed her hand from Steven's mouth and took off her pink bra to reveal her voluptuous breasts. She sat down on Steven's chest her legs on either side of his body, leaned forward until her breasts dangled in front of his face and painfully grabbed a handful of his blonde hair in her right hand pulling his face up to meet her breasts. "Now suck my breasts," Cynthia said. "And if you do anything wrong I'll rip your lovely blonde hair out of your head." Steven's mouth covered Cynthia's right nipple and he gently rolled his tongue around it bringing Cynthia's right breast to a state of arousal as Cynthia ran her fingers through his blonde hair. "Oh, yeah," Cynthia moaned. Lillian continued to work on Steven's cock and balls with her hands. Lillian slowly and gently stroked his cock up and down with her right hand as she massaged his balls with the fingers of her left hand. Steven's cock responded to Lillian's teasing. When Steven was hard Lillian removed her pink nightie and lowered herself onto his cock. His hard cock eased into her pussy, her legs were on either side of his thighs and her hands were on his belly as she started to ride him. "Come on Steven, honey," Lillian said. "Give your new mommy your love juice." Up and down Lillian rode Steven. "Oh yeah," Lillian sighed. "That's is, babe. Come on. Come on." "That's a good boy," Cynthia said. Cynthia praised Steven the way someone would praise a prize pet. Cynthia moved her right breast away and brought her left breast to Steven's lips. "Now the left one, Steven," Cynthia said. Steven sucked Cynthia's left breast like a newborn baby while Lillian continued to ride his cock. "Ohhhh, yeah," Lillian cried out. "That's it. Oh yeahhhhh------." Steven squirmed beneath the combined weight of Cynthia and Lillian on top of him pulling with all his might against his silken restraints trying to throw them off of him to no avail. Lillian thrashed her head around each time she came down on Steven's cock. Steven's body suddenly stiffened and his love juices were transferred from him to her. "Oh my God," Lillian cried out. Lillian fell forward onto Cynthia's back and wrapped her arms around her waist. Lillian's breasts pressed into Cynthia's back causing Cynthia to press her breasts tightly over Steven's face. "Now worship my breasts, honey," Cynthia demanded. Steven's mouth and tongue licked Cynthia's breasts. "Oh, baby," Cynthia cooed. "You're so good." Cynthia patted Steven on his head in praise. Lillian and Cynthia were in utter joy. They now had in their possession what every woman dreamed for, the ultimate girl toy. No more singles bars, no marriages to men who would argue with them, a perfect obedient young male captive. - JENNY BLYTHE VLBT40D@prodigy.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>