Archive-name: Bondage/jensub03.txt

Archive-author: Storm

Archive-title: Jennifer's Submission





           Part 3:  Brad Shows Jennifer a Bondage Film



     They slept together for another hour, then Brad woke up and

got some breakfast ready.  He smiled at her when she finally

drifted into the kitchen, stark naked with her hands still tied in

front of her.



     He walked over to her and they kissed, Brad reaching down and

squeezing her pussy lips as their tongues danced together.  Jen

groaned and pulled her mouth away, "You're going to kill me," she

said as she gyrated her hips against his hand.



     Brad stopped fondling her and started to untie her, leaving

Jen standing in the middle of the room aroused and frustrated.  She

was amazed at how hot being tied up made her.



     Before Brad had undone the knot, she pulled her bound wrists

away, "Brad?" she asked, he looked up at her confused, "Can we do

this again?"



     "Did you really like it?"



     Jen blushed, "Uh-huh... it... mmmmmm, makes me really hot,"

she said, looking away.



     He placed his finger under her chin and brought her face to

his and they kissed.  They sat and ate breakfast, and after they

showered together, Brad drove her to get her car and followed her

to her dorm.



     They went into her room together and Brad met her room mate,

Melanie.  She was a really nice girl, and Brad couldn't help but to

admire her beautiful dark skin, obviously latin.



     Jen went into her room and put her bikini on under her clothes

because Brad had mentioned something on the way over about catching

some rays out by the pool today.  She looked at herself in the

mirror, then went back into the main room.



     She and Brad both said their goodbyes and were on their way. 

Brad couldn't keep his eyes off Jen.  She was wearing a tank-top,

cutoffs, and tennis shoes.  They chatted on the way back over to

his place.



     Brad suggested they go out to the pool for a while, and with

that, Jen stripped down to her bikini and walked out to the pool

with Brad, who stripped to his shorts.



     They went for a swim and both fell asleep laying out on the

deck, waking later that afternoon.  They headed into the cool house

and got some iced tea to drink.



     "Hey, I got an idea.  Wanna watch a movie?"



     Jen nodded, "Okay, sounds great."  Brad took her hand and led

her to the living room where Jen sat down on the sectional.  Brad

popped a tape into the VCR and turned the TV and stereo on using

the remote.



     Jen gasped, and then giggled at what came up on the screen. 

She felt her pussy get damp as she sat on the couch in her skimpy

bikini watching the film.



     As the film started the room was filled with the sounds of

moaning.  Brad sat down and Jen slid over next to him, snuggling

close and rested her head on his shoulder, "Kinky," she said.  Brad

hushed her and told her to watch the video.  She the screen

intently.





{NOTE:  The video portion of this story is

taken from Conure's CODI2.ZIP, with *his*

personal permission, Thanx Conure!!}



     There was a pretty blond girl chained in

an upright position, her legs held apart by

manacles connected to the walls.  She was very

young, not much more than 17.



     There was a bearded man in the room with

her and he was fondling her body.  The girl

was crying, begging the man to have mercy on

her.



     The man walked over to a wall where he

hung all his whips, chains, leather harnesses

and many other undiscernible items of bondage

and punishment, and removed a long wooden paddle .



     He walked back over to the girl and she

began to cry, moving as far forward as the

chains would allow while looking over her

shoulder.  He swung the paddle and it made a

swoosh sound as it arched through the air,

stopping with a loud "CRACK" when it contacted

her ass.  A welt raised where the paddle struck her.



     He spent several moments paddling her

ass, thighs, and pussy.  She was reduced to a

crying, shaking animal, her hair glued to her

head from sweat produced by the intense pain

of the beating.



     The man hung the paddle back on the wall

and walked over to the girl.  He told her to

stand tall, which she did.  He then gently ran

his hands all over her body, taking time to

squeeze the welted flesh, finishing by

stroking her pussy until she said she was

going to cum.



     He stopped and shoved a vibrator into her

slit, blindfolded her as she cried for him to

let her cum, and then turned out the lights

and left the room.  She fought against the

chains, but it was no use, she was going to

spend the night hot and chained.



     The picture dimmed with the girl crying

and gyrating her hips against an imaginary

solid that would let her cum.  She moaned in

frustration as she twitched and writhed.









     Jen didn't realize it, but Brad was watching her get turned on

throughout the entire movie.  He smiled as she sat on the couch

cuddled against him unconsciously grinding her bottom into the

couch, her nipples rock hard and protruding through the thin

material of her bikini top, a wet spot appearing in her bottoms.



     Brad giggled when Jen realized she was being watched, and she

looked away, trying to cover herself.  Brad kissed her and pulled

on her hard nipples.  Once again, Jen felt that twinge in her belly

that told her she was ready to fuck, but Brad wasn't going to give

it to her that easy.



     He pulled her up off the couch and led her to the door of the

basement.  Once there, he pulled on a pair of rubber boots and then

led her into the basement.



     The basement of the house was very dimly lit.  It had a dirt

floor that was usually under two inches of water (like this day),

which really made it a thick pasty mud floor.



     Jen carefully stepped off the steps onto the floor, her bare

feet not protected from the cold slimy mud like Brad's were.



     The mud felt cool and slimy as it squished between her toes

with each step she took.  Each time she lifted a foot to step it

made a sucking sound as the mud reluctantly allowed her foot to

lift.



     She looked down as she stepped and saw the mud came at least

and inch over her ankles, it gave her chills just thinking about

it.



     Brad led her to the washer and dryer where he helped her to

step up onto the 8 inch raised platform, "It keeps the machines out

of the water," he explained to her.  He stepped up with her and

they began to kiss, his hands roaming every inch of her firm

chilled bod.



     She jumped, startled, as Brad ripped her bikini off and pushed

her forward, forcing her to bend at the waist over the dryer.  Brad

spread her legs and pulled her hands behind her back in one smooth

motion.  Taking some rope that was hanging on the wall, he tied her

wrists together, and using the extra rope he tied the rope around

her waist so that she couldn't move her arms.



     He ripped the bikini bottoms off and knelt to lick the crack

of her ass and dripping pussy, she grunted and looked back at him

as he ripped the bottoms off.  Jen groaned and watched Brad as he

caressed and fondled her body.



     "Jen, I need you to be honest with me.  Are you want to try

some bondage stuff?  You know, sorta like in the movie?" Brad

asked.



     Jen looked back at him, her face flush and her heart pounding

out a million beats per second, her stomach fluttering as her

senses were over ridden by the hot, uncontrollable desire that

burned within her.



     She nodded, needing to be pleased, wanting to do anything to

turn Brad on, which in turn turned her on even more!  "Please...

tie me up and fuck me!" she panted back to him just above a

whisper, her body trembling uncontrollably.



     "Okay, have it your way," Brad said with a smile, "Stay just

like that, don't move a muscle."  He walked away, leaving her bent

over the washer.  He returned a few moments later with a vibrator,

which he teased her swollen clit with before slowly pushing it into

her pussy.



     Jen jumped in surprise as she felt the 8 inch vibrator slip

easily between her legs, and gasped as he stroked it across her

clit and slid it slowly up into her sopping pussy.  Her insides

quivered, she bit her lip as the bent tip of the vibrator hummed

diligently at her g-spot.



     Then Brad seemed distracted as he reached into the pocket of

his shorts and pulled out a vibrating butt plug, raised it to his

mouth and spit some saliva on it for lubrication.



     Jen moaned as he placed the tapered head against her tight

asshole.  She shrieked as Brad kindly pushed the plug up her ass,

she was electrified at the fact that she lost her anal-virginity to

a piece of rubber, it made her feel, well, used.



     Jen whined as a small orgasm overtook her as Brad inserted the

two vibrators inside her.  Jen shook as the reverberating pulses of

the anal-plug making it feel like her ass was going to split in

two.



     Then her turned her around and pressed his groin hard against

hers, kissing her so deeply that she couldn't catch her breath. 

She was trembling, her pussy fluttering and clenching the vibrator

from the intense pressure of his hard cock through his shorts.



     Brad helped her up onto the washer and then slowly sat her

down so the dildo's would be pushed all the way into her orifices. 

Jen moaned as the dildo's pressed deeper and deeper into her torso,

she was dizzy and trembling very badly by now, her breathing a

little more than short pants of pleasure.



     Jen shivered as her ass came in contact with the cold metal of

the washer against her bottom.  Brad balled up her torn bikini

bottoms into a ball and then stuffed them into her mouth, using a

bandanna from the counter to secure it in with, tying it tightly

behind her head.  As the bottoms settled in her mouth, she could

taste her own musk, causing her insides to spasm again.



     He spread her legs apart and reached between them and turned

the vibrator up on high and wiggled it a little.  Jen's body

tensed, her muddy toes clenched together as the vibrators sent

waves of pleasure through her body.



     She jiggled and writhed on the washer and Brad used bungee

cords to secure her onto the top, legs spread wide giving him

access to her swollen clit.



     Occasionally the two vibrators would press together through

the thin wall of flesh in her body, her eyes would roll back into

her head and she would sway, it was a good thing that he was tying

her down!!



     Once she was secured, Brad sucked her nipples until she was

groaning for him to let her cum, but he responded by turning the

washer on for a wash cycle.



     She screamed into the gag, shaking her head no, as the machine

began to vibrate.  The vibrators had slid far enough out of her

body to have contacted the washers metallic surface, in turn

agitating the vibrators more in her ass and pussy to the point

where she couldn't stand it any longer.



     Jen looked down at Brad with pleading eyes, she was begging

him to untie her and fuck her senseless, but he paid no attention. 

Having gotten no satisfaction from Brad, Jen attempted to wriggle

her bottom against the washer to cum, but found she was too tightly

bound to move so much as an inch!

     He sucked her tits as the cycle began, stopping just as the

first spin cycle was about to begin.  Brad steeped back and smiled,

laughing inside as her breathing turned to struggling pants,

watching her writhe on top of the vibrating machine.



     "The cycle runs for 50 minutes, there's only two spin cycles,

they last 15 minutes each.  You'll be happy when they come, I

think, and just as happy when they end!  I'll be back down when the

loads done."



     He watched her struggle helplessly against the bonds that

secured her arms and legs, then shut out the light and giggled at

her muffled moans and groans coming from below.



     Jen watched with alarm, she couldn't believe that he was just

going to leave her down here in the dark tied to this old shaking

washer, but it wasn't long before the quaking vibrations of the

machine had her delirious!!



     But her alarmed state was soon replaced by dizziness, the room

was beginning to swirl around her.  Jen felt as if she had a bad

case of bed-spins!!!



     Her body was out of control, the pressure of her building

climax was becoming harder and harder to withstand.  She was

positive it was going to kill her when she finally came.



     Jen tried to scream into the gag, but it was useless, her

cries and plea's were stifled by the gag, and she could never get

enough air into her burning, heaving lungs for him to hear even if

she wasn't gagged!



     Brad quietly walked back down the stairs, leaving the lights

out, and walked along the far wall in the shadows where he knew she

couldn't see and watched her struggle in by the faint light that

came through one of the cellar windows.



     Jen's breathing became more difficult and ragged, her moans

loud even though they were muffled by the gag.  Jennifer once again

began to fight in vain against the cords that held her body fast to

the machine, jerking and writhing against the restraints.



     And in the matter of seconds, the promised first spin cycle

began, and to make matters even worse, the machine was off balance!



     Jen clenched her fists as she was shaken from one side to the

other as the washer shook and shimmied, grinding the vibrators

farther and harder against her insides, giving her the most

blinding and intense orgasm she had ever felt, her eyes rolled back

into her head, her breathing irregular sharp gasps for air.



     Brad watched in fascination as her tummy fluttered in and out

as the powerful orgasms washed over her body, she looked out of

control, her body moving her quick twitching motions.

     Jen thought she was going to die, she came again and again,

her eyes only seeing white, her body tensed rock hard, trembling

until the cycle ended.  The machine grunted to a halt leaving her

in a state of physical exhaustion.



     She dropped her head back but was too tired to cry, she just

let the intense climax finish crashing through her body.  She

wished that she could reach her clit somehow know that the lightest

touch would set her off another intense series of gut wrenching

orgasm.



     But she wasn't to be left disappointed.



     To Brad, Jennifer appeared to slip into a comatose state by

the time the spin cycle finished.  She was held upright by the

bungee, her body lax, head thrown back, her tummy and chest still

jerking in and out.  He watched as her goose pimpled chest rose and

fell, that is until the second spin came along.



     He let her sit thinking she was alone, her head falling

forwards and backwards, moaning pants, until the second spin cycle

was near.  By this time her thin body was soaked with sweat, her

hair stringy and limp around her face.  She was trembling and

shaking her head no, as if to coax the machine not to make her cum.



     Brad turned on the light and walked up to Jen.  She saw him

through her wet hanging bangs.  Brad moved her hair out of her eyes

and watched her as the machine carried her though another wild set

of orgasms, only this time Brad massaged her clit, their eyes never

leaving one another (except when Jen's eyes rolled back into her

head)



     He watched as the machine finished it final spin, Jen to

exhausted to grind any more fell forward, caught by the bungee. 

The washer's cylinder grunted to a halt.  Jen moaned as Brad untied

her, helping her off the washer.



     She fell against Brad once she was free.  He helped her off

the platform and onto her knees in the mud, her hands still behind

her.  Jen didn't even care that he put her down in the mud, her

small lithe body aching with desire, she never wanted anyone's cock

to fill her as much as she wanted Brad's right now, MUD or NOT!!



     Brad untied her wrists and pushed her forward, thrusting his

cock between her legs and up into her well lubricated pussy.  He

pounded her relentlessly sending powerful orgasm after orgasm

plowing through her agile body.



     Jen nodded vehemently, the exaggerated movements emphasizing

her needs, the machine having driven her to the edge of her sanity. 

But Brad only continued to pound her swollen pussy.



     After what seemed like an eternity to Brad, whose ball's were

ready to explode, he was close to coming!!  He tried to hold out

longer but her jerking and writhing body was too much for him.



     He felt that familiar feeling in his balls and she screamed

into her gag as he fucked her harder and faster, her body still

being slammed with one orgasm after another as his hot cum filled

her pussy and ran down her legs.



     Brad was dizzy as his orgasm overtook him, he placed his hands

on her hips and fucked her with animal frenzy, Jen still moaning

and panting into the gag, her head hung down, her short hair

touching the muddy floor of the basement.



     Wanting to collapse on top of her, Brad lifted Jen up in his

arms and carried her into the bathroom and set her gently in the

whirl-pool tub and turned on the hot water.



     Jen groaned, her head laying back on the edge of the tubs

seat, her eyes still closed.  Brad removed the gag and bottoms from

her mouth and helped her drink some water.



     Once the tub was full the whirl-pool started.  Brad climbed in

and sat next to Jen, taking her in his arms as the hot jets relaxed

their cum-spent bodies.



                Watch for Part Four coming soon:

                Jen Goes On An Outdoor Adventure

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