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Kidnapped Cheerleader(f/f,b/d,n/c), Part Three
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Kidnapped Cheerleader - Part 3 of 4
"I'm going to make a phone call to your boyfriend. Don't be alarmed at
what I might say. It's all part of my plan."
I picked up the phone on the end table and dialed a number that I had
gotten out of my captive's "private" phone book.
"Hello? You're the quarterback of State's football team? Well, if you ever
want to see Jennifer again make sure that you lose tonight's big game.
Don't call the police, either. This isn't a joke. Lose the game and your
girlfriend gets returned at midnight on Sunday. Proof? OK, I'll give you
proof. I'll call you in an hour and give you some proof."
I stared menacingly at Jennifer and said, "Well, I guess we're going to
see just how photogenic you are."
I could see her face becoming flushed with embarrassment at the thought of
anyone, let alone her boyfriend, seeing her bound and gagged.
I sat her on a barstool in an empty corner of the room (I didn't want
anyone to get any clues as to where she was) and pulled out my trusty
instant camera.
"Smile," I sarcastically encouraged. "OK, now look scared. We want your
boyfriend to know this is for real. Beautiful! Beautiful! The camera loves
ya! You make a real good damsel in distress. OK, take five."
What a picture I saw through the camera's viewfinder! There was Jennifer,
bound and gagged. Completely helpless. The soft, white cloth bindings and
gag contrasted nicely against her velvet-like flesh. Not to mention the
look of that sexy cheerleader's outfit.
At that moment a brainstorm popped into my head. I unzipped the back of
her uniform then slowly inched her sleeves down her arms --- eventually
exposing a wonderful set of breathtaking breasts.
"Let's let your boyfriend see what he's going to be missing for a couple
of days." Good thing I was using color film. Her face was rapidly becoming
a lovely shade of shameful crimson.
She twisted and turned her upper body in a vain, but increasingly
sensuous, attempt to hide her bare, protruding breasts from the all seeing
camera lens; let alone my curious glances.
"Yea, Jen," I urged, "Make them babies dance!" as I continued to click
away.
After about 15 minutes I had a set of 24 three by five prints. I kept a
dozen for myself and sealed the rest in a plain brown envelope. Pretty
soon her boyfriend would have all the proof he wanted.
I put my camera away and then led Jennifer over to a chair in the middle
of the living room.
"I'm going to tie you up in this chair for safekeeping while I go drop off
these photos," I explained as I removed her bindings and gag. "Don't say a
word and don't try to make a run for it. You know who's in charge here."
Since I had all of my shades drawn and the windows shut tight, I wanted
her to be somewhat comfortable while I was away on my errand.
I stated peeling off her cheerleader's outfit, letting it drop to the
floor in a pile. Then I removed the her last shred of modesty --- a pair
of white cotton panties. She just stood there, with her forearm covering
her breasts and her hand, doing what it could, to shield her pussy. But,
she was still wearing her shoes and socks; and those were removed next.
I sat her in the chair and secured each wrist to the arms of the chair,
and her ankles to the chair legs; making sure that sufficient tightness
offered no escape. I gave her a couple sips of water then inserted a
fresh, dry cloth gag.
Again she tested the ropes for even the slightest chance of "give" but she
soon accepted the inevitable. She sat proud and erect, like a haughty
princess on her throne.
I turned on the TV and tuned into a rock 'n roll video channel so she'd at
least have something to keep her mind occupied while she was alone.
"Hope you like my selection. I'd give you the remote control to play with
while I'm gone, but I've seen 'Single White Female.' Hope you understand,"
I said.
Jennifer looked so incredible, so inviting, and so sexy sitting there that
I hated leaving her --- even for one second. The more I looked at her
bound and naked body the more aroused I became. I think even Jennifer was
beginning to realize that this experience was going far beyond that of my
original intentions.
Putting my hands on my knees, and leaning into her with a coquettish
stance I cocked my head to the left and planted a firm kiss on her gagged
mouth; letting the very tip of my tongue subtly slide back and forth on
the cloth between her lips.
I said good-bye, turned off the lights and headed out the door; leaving
Jennifer to struggle in vain in the semi-darkness of my living room.
After dropping off the photos across town at a secret location where her
boyfriend could pick them up later, I quickly headed back to my place.
Just the thought of coming home to see Jennifer naked and trussed in that
chair was enough to get my feminine juices flowing.
I entered the apartment, stopped in the doorway leading from my kitchen to
the living room and gazed longingly at her reflection in the full length
mirror that was propped up next to the TV.
The apartment was rather warm and, through a combination of her own
energetic struggles and the heat, delicate beads of glistening sweat
artfully dotted her body adding a charming luster to her skin.
I was startled out of my daze by a trickle of warm, sticky fluid running
down the inside of my thigh. I knew I had to have her.
I removed my own clothes and moved toward my waiting captive. Seeing my
own reflection getting closer in the mirror, Jennifer began struggling and
moaning --- at least to prove to me that she still had some fight left in
her.
I stood directly behind her and pecked at the soft baby skin of her
shoulder making the little hairs on the back of her neck stand at rigid
attention.
I moved my tongue up to lick the outside of her ear and put my hands move
around the of her front to caress her breasts. I massaged them softly and
tenderly with an expertise that showed I wanted to please and not hurt.
Her nipples became harder and more responsive as I continued to
strategically tease them between thumb and forefinger.
All the while Jennifer cooed softly through her gag; her resistance slowly
giving way to growing passion and lust that was welling up inside us both.
I soon found myself in front and began slowly sucking on her big toe then
kissing the soles of her feet. I gingerly worked my lips up her legs;
leaving a thin trail of saliva along the way. First the calf. Then the
back of the knee. Then the inner thigh. Her pelvis gently shuddered as she
realized where my wanting tongue would come to rest.
Just as I got to the outer reaches of her delicate, curly blond pubic
patch, I switched my oral attentions to her boobs. Kneeling in front of
her, my own naked body between her parted legs, I thankfully took
Jennifer's boob into my mouth.
I could taste the bitter salt of her sweat cascading through my hungry
mouth --- not unlike the first sip of a cold, refreshing Margarita on a
hot, August afternoon. I nuzzled and sucked her boobs, non-stop for at
least an hour, alternating between the two delicious mounds of soft,
creamy flesh.
I was breathing faster than a steam engine when I decided to take a well
deserved rest.
When I leaned back to savor the moment and admire my bondage handiwork,
Jennifer shot a determined "Well, dummy, don't stop now!" look at me. My
energy immediately returned.
I lovingly kissed each breast again and positioned my mouth between her
legs. I worked my tongue between her quivering pussy lips, enjoying all
that she was. My tongue darted in and out of her willing pussy --- making
her wetter by the second.
"Oh, sweet Jennifer!" I kept saying to myself.
I glanced up to get a quick look at Jennifer's reaction at having another
woman's tongue in her pussy, but her head was tilted back, her eyes were
closed, as she voiced her approval with a definitive "Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah," every
time my tongue found an unexplored pleasure spot.
End of part 3
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