The Strangers: Bound at Night (MMM/MF)
Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2018 8:54 pm
It was a late night, and Jeffrey was alone in the basement of his church. This was often the case - as a volunteer of the youth group, he was often left behind after activities and meetings to clean up or set up for the next day. Today, he was cleaning up after a meeting. Sweeping and mopping the floor, getting rid of the trash, etc. He was wearing a red collared shirt and black slack pants, as well as a black tie. Outside, a storm raged and the patter of rain assaulted the building. The only lights that were on were the ones in the function room, where they held most youth group meetings and activities, and the rest of the building was empty.
Or so he thought.
A noise - a tap on the doorway - made him startle, and he turned around to get the fright of his life. Standing in the doorway was a girl in a blue button-up blouse and a black pencil skirt. A scarf was looped around her neck, and he could see the gleam of her crucifix necklace peaking out beneath. She was a simple looking girl, pretty in a plain way. The most remarkable thing about her was her lips, beautiful and plump, but Jeffrey tried not to look at them. She was blinking at him, her dark doe eyes confused at his startled reaction.
It took him a moment to realize that the girl was the pastor's daughter, Crystal, and he gave a sigh of relief.
"Jeff?" she tilted her head. "You're here late."
He nodded, a sharp little movement of his head, and gave her a formal reply. "Yes. I had to clean up. Is your dad here?"
She frowned a little, her pretty pink lips downturned. "No. I was driving home and the storm outside...well, I wanted shelter is all. And I figured I could drop by and do my nightly prayer. Do you need any help down here? I could keep you - "
"No," he shook his head quickly. He didn't need the eighteen year old pastor's daughter down here bothering him. Or...distracting him for that matter. "I don't need help. Sanctuary's open, if you still want to pray."
She frowned again, but nodded. "I'll be upstairs, if you change your mind."
He watched her disappear into the darkened hallway, wondering how it was she'd been able to get through so quietly and without turning on the light. After a moment, he shrugged, and returned to his task.
It felt like only fifteen minutes or so later when he heard footsteps again, and he sighed in disbelief. What did she want now?
He turned around, but this time the doorway was empty. What was she doing, sneaking around like that? He sighed and put down his broom, walking out into the dark hallway. He was surprised to find the floor out there was wet, as if someone had dripped water. Hadn't she been completely dry though? Aside from her wet heels, he hadn't seen a trace of the storm on her. He walked further into the hallway, until he could barely see ahead of him. Suddenly, slapping, wet footsteps began to rush toward him from behind, and before he could so much as turn around, he felt someone's arms wrap around him - one around his lower arms, pinning them down, and the other over his mouth. Now, Jeffrey was relatively tall, and quite buff, but whoever was holding him had an iron grip. He knew almost immediately that it wasn't Crystal playing a prank, but couldn't fathom who it could be. He struggled, but he soon realized that his mouth wasn't just being covered witha hand, but a damp cloth....which could only mean one thing. He tried to struggle harder but it was too late, the chloroform was doing it's work. His attempts to get free became more and more feeble until finally, he was drooping, falling limp in his assailant's arms....
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When he woke, he was in the function room, facing the doorway, and sitting in a chair. His vision began to clear to reveal, standing before him, a man with a white mask that covered half of his face. The man's hair was dark and curly, and he wore a black suit and leather gloves.
Jeffrey gave a confused grunt, and tried to move, only to find that his hands were bound tightly behind the chair by a rough length of rope, and his ankles were bound to the legs of the chair. He looked down to see that rope secured above and bellow his chest kept his back pressed firmly up against the chair. "What...what the hell?"
"Such profanity, in a church! That's such a shame. I guess the youth of today really are quite disrespectful." Judging by the rough timbre of his voice, he was quite young himself. "Do yourself a favor and stop stsruggling. There really is no use, I'm quite good at this."
Jeffrey narrowed his eyes. "What is this? Why am I...who are you?"
The man laughed. "Now isn't that a good question? You don't really think I'd answer that, do you?" He shook his head, and began to walk towards Jeffrey. "Maybe I'm a robber, coming to steal the church's best silver. Maybe I'm here to burn this place down." He reached forward and began to play with Jeffrey's collar, straightening it out. "Or maybe I'm just here to kidnap you and make sure no one ever finds you."
Jeffrey grunted, trying to surge forward, and the masked man pulled away. "Woah, there! Fussy fussy, bring it down a notch. You're not getting out," he chuckled, raising his hands. "I think it's my turn to ask you questions, now. What's your name, pretty boy?"
Jeffrey stared, jaw clenched, and the masked man chuckled again.
"Fine, fine. Maybe that one was a little too personal, huh? We aren't even friends yet!" he leaned back against one of the desks, and smirked. "How about this....and this one, I really need to know. Is there anyone else in the building with you? Wouldn't want our bonding time to be interrupted, now, would we?"
Jeffrey's heart stuttered. Crystal! He had completely forgotten about her. But if the man was asking, that had to mean he didn't know she was here, right? Or she'd left before he arrived....but he didn't want to take chances. Crystal must've not been caught, if the man was asking at all.
"No, there's no one here. It's just me," Jeffrey said, hoping against hope that he was right or that, if he was wrong, the man would believe him.
"You're sure? You don't sound sure."
Jeffrey didn't hesitate. "Yes! I'm sure, I'm sure." He nodded.
The man straightened, a cheshire grin pulling at the corners of his lips. "Wrong answer. Boys, bring her in!"
Jeff's stomach dropped as he heard shouts, very familiar shouts, and - just as he suspected - two similarly masked men walked in, holding between them a struggling girl in a blue button up, collared blouse and black skirt. The black silk scarf she had been wearing earlier was tied tight over her eyes, blindfolding her, and though her hands and elbows were obviously roped tightly behind her back, her long legs were free, kicking as much as they could given her tight skirt. A length of knotted black silk was pulled tightly between her pretty, pump lips and her teeth, and her cheeks seemed to be stuffed with some kind of cloth. It took Jeffrey a moment to recognize that length of black silk, and he looked down to confirm that yes, indeed, his tie was not around his neck and was instead being used to gag her. They pushed her down onto her knees, and one of them kept his hand on her shoulder even as she tried to shake it off.
Jeffrey tried to surge forward again. "Crystal!" he cried. "Crystal!"
She froze. "Jmpph?" she tried to say his name, but the gag made it a mess of muffled sound. Her head swiveled wildly as she tried to locate where his voice was coming from.
"Oh, isn't she pretty," He sighed, shaking his head. "Though I must say, I'm a little disappointed you two gagged her before I could get his name out of her." He walked up to the girl kneeling at his henchmen's feet.
"Sir, she bit me!" said one. "I was trying to keep her quiet, but she bit my hand. I had to gag her."
"Bit you?" the masked man laughed. "This sweet little thing?" he began to run his fingers over her cheek, and she tried to squirm away from him, screaming a muffled protest, but one of his henchmen surged forward to hold her in place.
"Don't you touch her!" Jeffrey cried, struggling against his bonds. "Don't you fucking touch her!"
"Woah, woah, woah. You should watch your mouth, we're in a holy place," the masked man drawled, amused. He looked up at his henchman. "Hey, no need to hold her. I've got her." The man shrugged and backed away, but the moment he did so she began to squirm so hard she nearly fell over. The masked man quickly grabbed her shoulders, holding her up. "Hey, hey. Calm down, Crystal. You'll only hurt yourself."
She tried to struggle harder, but he held fast.
"Please," Jeffrey said, struggling. The sight of Crystal struggling like that....the way her lip trembled. His instinct to protect her was on full-force. She was the pastor's daughter, and he'd practically grown up with her. He didn't want to see her get hurt. "Please, let her go. Please, you can keep me. Just let her go."
Crystal shook her head, groaning into her gag at his words, protesting his self sacrifice.
The masked man tilted his head. "Let her go? Oh, no no no. I would never do that. This pretty little thing?" he crouched behind her, placed his chin on her shoulder. "Look, she's shaking her head. No, I think I'd like to keep her." His gloved hands slid from her shoulders, down the lengths of her arms, and she squirmed, grunting and crying out into her gag. "Keep still, lovely," he murmured, arms wrapping around her as he reached for her buttons.
Jeffrey realized what he was about to do. "Don't you dare," he growled, struggling. "Don't you - "
"Or else what?" the masked man smirked, and pulled her shirt open. Some of the buttons popped out, pinging over the floor, but Jeffrey could barely hear it over the startled cry that Crystal made behind her gag. He winced. She began to struggle against the man's hold, but he continued to pull her shirt down, so that only her bra concealed her breasts. It was black and lacy, relatively modest, and Jeffrey felt his body betraying him at the sight of her bare skin. He squirmed uncomfortably, trying to get free so he could stop them, so he could protect Crystal, so he could stop feeling the bulge in his pants tightening.
"I'll give you anything," Jeffrey begged. "Please, just stop - "
The man's hands stilled. "Your name," he said, lips set in a triumphant smirk. "I want your name."
"What?" Jeffrey froze, astounded by the simplicity.
"Well, if you don't want to give it to me...." his hands found the straps of her bra, and he turned to his henchmen. "Don't you guys want to see sweet little Crystal's breasts?"
"Sure thing, boss," said the one that Crystal bit. Crystal screamed into her gag and struggled against the masked man's arms.
The idea of that creep seeing Crystal like that...
"Jeffrey," Jeff cried. "My name is Jeffrey."
Immediately, the masked man dropped his hands and stood, leaving Crystal with her blouse hanging off her shoulders and kneeling at his feet. "Now isn't that sweet. Jeffrey. Can I call you Jeff?" he asked. Jeff didn't answer, his eyes on Crystal, filled with a mix of frustration and concern. She was panting from the exertion of her struggles, and he could see the knot of his tie shifting as she tried to push out the stuffing with her tongue. A pink flush was climbing up her neck, reddening her cheeks. The crucifix necklace she often wore sat between her collarbones, resting against her tantalizingly smooth skin. She was obviously embarrassed and frightened, with her breasts hanging out. She couldn't even see her surroundings. He couldn't imagine how scary that was. The henchman who she bit was leering at her, while the other seemed bored.
"Cover her up," Jeffrey demanded, looking up at the masked man. "Look at her, she's shaking."
"Now, now, Jeff. Are you really in a place to be making so many demands?" the man asked. He looked down at the bulge in Jeff's pants, and whispered conspiratorially, "Especially when you're enjoying the show just as much as he is?" he motioned the henchman who was leering at Crystal.
Jeffrey closed his eyes, turning away in shame, but the masked man grabbed his hair and forced him to face her. "Open your eyes. Open them," he tugged at his hair. "If you don't, I'll cut off her pretty little bra and we can all have a look."
Jeff opened his eyes, looking at the girl who was still kneeling. She was completely still now, as if waiting for something. He couldn't help but stare at her pink, swollen lips, trying to close over the packing in her mouth. Curls of brown hair were falling from her braid as a result of her struggling. He searched her shoulders for any signs of bruising, trying to be as clinical as possible in his appraisal of her body, and avoid staring at her nearly bare breasts, but he felt his cock hardening anyways. The rise and fall of her chest made her crucifix necklace shift over skin, drawing Jeff's eyes, but he quickly looked away. She moaned quietly, shifting on her knees, and he had to suppress a frustrated groan of his own. There was no worse time or place for him to be horny, and yet he couldn't get himself under control.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" the man mused, for only Jeff to hear. "I don't think anyone could blame you for getting a little excited."
"Why are you doing this to us?" Jeff growled, his shame at his body's reaction growing by the second.
"Why else?" the masked man's murmured into Jeff's ear. "Because it was fun." He let go of Jeff's hair forcefully and nodded at the two men. "Grab her and get her up. We'll truss her to a chair and leave them alone for a while."
Crystal grunted and began to struggle anew when the henchmen grabbed her and lifted her to her feet. She used her heel and, estimating where their feet were, ground it into the leering one's foot. He yelped, letting her go and she was able to break away, stumbling wildly toward the wall. Jeff straightened. "To your left, Crystal! There's a door to your left!" He cried.
"You idiots! Grab her!" The masked man yelled, as Jeff yelled instructions. She was only able to evade them for a few seconds, before the masked man finally had enough. "Someone gag him! I'll get her myself." He paced towards her, and before Jeff could shout a warning he was being hand gagged, his mouth clamped roughly shut by the silent one. He struggled, grunting against the man's sweaty fingers.
She ran straight into the masked man's arms, and he wrapped her in a vice like grip. "Aren't you just the prettiest little escape artist?"
He dragged her over to a chair as she struggled and grunted, and he sat her roughly down, pulling her and the chair over so she was facing Jeff. "Someone hand me some rope!" he commanded, and Jeff was forced to helplessly watch as the silent one walked over to the duffel bag in the corner and dug out a coil of rope. He tossed it to his boss, who began to fasten her chest to the chair. Jeff struggled as his gloved hands lingered at her breasts, but he couldn't do anything but watch.
The leering one leaned in close, taunting him. "Can't help her now, can you? Your feisty little girlfriend is all on her own." He grunted, struggling, but it was no use. "I might have a little fun with her...maybe I'll even let you watch." Jeff growled at that. "What's that? You give me permission? Why, thank you so much." He chuckled as Jeff was unable to speak, instead watching as Crystal's ankles were fastened to the chair legs, and her knees were tied with a long length of rope to the beams of the chair, forcing her legs open and her pencil skirt to hike up her thighs. Her lacy black panties peaked from beneath her skirt, and Jeff felt his handgagged mouth water a little, even as he tried not to look. He grunted, trying to turn away and erase his dirty thoughts, but the henchman's hand kept him in place.
"Scissors, please," said the masked man, admiring his work. "I think it's time we give our little friend Jeff here the gag that he deserves."
The henchman removed his hands from Jeff's mouth, and he gasped as he was finally free. "What are you doing?" he asked as the silent one handed the scissors to the masked man.
"Just wait and see. I promise, you're going to love it," the leering one laughed, playing with Jeff's hair.
He watched as the masked man knelt before Crystal's open legs, fingers running up her thighs. She struggled, trying desparately to close her legs, but couldn't because of her bonds. Her frightened grunts made Jeffrey squirm. The masked man's fingers hooked under her panties, pulling them down her legs to reveal the mound of dark hair that covered her pussy. She struggled, her moans becoming louder and more frightened, as the cold metal of the scissors slid beneath her panties. Jeffrey pulled at his ropes, desparately struggling to free himself. "Stop it!" he cried out. "Don't touch her, don't touch her, stop it!"
The silent one rolled his eyes and finally spoke. "Jesus Christ, I cannot wait until he's finally gagged."
"I don't know," the masked man said as he carefully cut the material. He held her leg to still her. "I think it's kind of cute."
"Please stop," Jeff begged. "I'll do anything. I mean anything."
"Will you shut up?" asked the silent one.
"Hey, shutting him up is our job," laughed the leering henchman.
As if they were delicate glassware, the masked man finally removed the panties from her legs. He kissed her knee, the unmasked half of his lips lingering on her skin, and she tried to drive her leg into his face. He backed away just in time, and tapped her thigh. "Tut tut, aren't you a feisty little girl."
"Get off of her," Jeff growled.
The masked man rose, holding her black lacy panties. "No problem, pretty boy. I'm all done with her...for now." He smirked. "You, however..." he reached for the black scarf that was blindfolding her, and carefully untied it. Crystal's doe eyes blinked at the sudden influx of light, and she grunted as she looked at Jeff, tied up almost the same as she was. Her cheeks burned even further when she looked down to see how disheveled she was.
"What are you doing..." Jeffrey stared at the man as he tied a knot into the center of Crystal's black scarf, and balled up her panties, walking towards him. Crystal's eyes widened and she struggled, grunting.
"Oh, looks like she knows exactly what's going to happen," laughed the leering one.
"Wha-mph!" Jeff was interrupted as the masked man shoved Crystal's undies into Jeff's mouth, quickly preessing his gloved fingers over his mouth to keep the cloth in. Immediately, the taste of Crystal's crotch and sweat filled Jeff's mouth. Despite his disgust, he could also feel a rush of excitement, which made him flush with shame. The masked man removed his fingers, and Jeff opened his mouth to release the sweaty undies, but Crystal's scarf was forced between his teeth, the knot holding the panties tight into his mouth. The man wrapped the end of the long scarf around Jeff's head twice more before tying it into place at the back of his head, making it impossible for him to push the stuffing out. "NNNGG!" he tried to cry out, but it was muffled by Crystal's lacy panties.
"Aren't you a pair," laughed the masked man. "I think I like you better like that."
Jeffrey grunted, annoyed.
"Now, I think I'll leave you two alone for a while. Seems like you need to talk," he said, then chuckled at his own joke. His henchmen chuckled too.
"But wait, boss. I want to see the little bitch's tits before we go. Didn't you promise me a show?" the leering henchman said.
The masked man's eye narrowed, and - much to Jeff and Crystal's surprise - he smacked the man right in the face with his gloved hand. The man stumbled away, holding his cheek, and gave him a betrayed look, like a puppy being kicked. "Wha - "
"What did I say about manners? You need to show Crystal some fucking respect." Jeff and Crystal watched with wide, confused eyes as the henchman rubbed his cheek. "Now, I want you to apologize."
The henchman glared stubbornly at the wall, and the masked man grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close. "I said, fucking apologize!"
He threw him back down, so he was kneeling at Crystal's feet, and Crystal winced, trying to back away as much as the chair would allow her. Jeff could see the shock in her eyes, but also...was that vindication? No, he must have been mistaken. She was too sweet, too kind. She was the pastor's daughter, for goodness sake.
"I'm sorry," the henchman ground out.
"I'm sorry, what?" the masked man insisted.
"I'm sorry, Crystal," he sniffed, indignant.
"Now kiss her foot," the man murmured, a sort of wild delight in his eyes. The henchman looked at him, shocked. "You heard me. Kiss her fucking foot and beg her forgiveness."
The henchman looked like he wouldn't give in for a long moment. But he leaned down and kissed her foot, making Crystal inhale sharply. Jeff wasn't sure what he was witnessing, so he stayed silent. "Please forgive me," the henchman groused.
"For what?" the masked man snapped.
"For calling you a bitch."
He stayed there, kneeling at her feet, and the room settled into an awkward silence before the masked man looked at Crystal. His voice was dangerously soft. "Well, lovely? Do you forgive him?"
Her brows scrunched, her eyes confused as if she wasn't sure what the right answer was. But she nodded slowly, giving a noise of affirmation behind her gag. The masked man gave her an approving nod, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
"Get out of here," he nodded at the hallway. "Both of you. And if I catch you coming near them without my permission, you're both dead meat."
The leering man lingered for a moment, before getting up and giving a huff. He stomped out of the room, arms crossed petulantly. The silent one simply gave his boss a nod, and followed after his fellow. Jeff and Crystal were silent, but Crystal was watching the masked man with narrowed eyes. He approached her, fingers cupping her chin, and his grip tightened when she tried to pull away, making her grunt.
"Such pretty eyes. I should have taken your blindfold off sooner," he said quietly. Her eyes flitted to Jeff, who tugged at his ropes when he saw the trace of fear there. Get off her, he tried to say, but it was unintelligible. "Look at me, lovely," he said. Stubbornly, she kept her eyes on Jeff, gaze defiant. The masked man frowned and squeezed her chin. "Look. At. Me." Finally, she let her eyes meet his, giving a pained noise. Jeff winced, but the man simply loosened his grip a little. After a moment of staring at her, he let her go, running his fingers down along her neck. She continued to stare at him, suspicious and angry.
"What's this?" he asked, hooking his fingertips under the chain of her necklace. "Aren't you just a good little Christian girl." Gently, he tugged, and the clasp came loose. She gave a cry of protest, squirming as he fastened the crucifix around his own neck. "Could have fooled me...if it weren't for what we caught you doing in the chapel."
Crystal froze, eyes widening and cheeks burning red. Jeff just stared, confused.
"Lgg rrr aggoogg," Jeff tried feebly. Leave her alone.
The man looked at Jeff and back at Crystal, then nodded. "Don't you worry, I'll be leaving you both alone for a while." He shrugged out of his suit jacket, then placed it over her, tucking it behind her shoulders so she'd be covered. The gesture might have seemed tender, if it weren't for the fact that he had been the one to tear her blouse open in the first place. "How about that, huh? Your necklace for my jacket. Don't go anywhere, lovely. I'll be back." He turned to Jeff and winked. "Enjoy the show."
He walked out, closing the door behind him and leaving the two to struggle and listen to the storm and their own moans.
Or so he thought.
A noise - a tap on the doorway - made him startle, and he turned around to get the fright of his life. Standing in the doorway was a girl in a blue button-up blouse and a black pencil skirt. A scarf was looped around her neck, and he could see the gleam of her crucifix necklace peaking out beneath. She was a simple looking girl, pretty in a plain way. The most remarkable thing about her was her lips, beautiful and plump, but Jeffrey tried not to look at them. She was blinking at him, her dark doe eyes confused at his startled reaction.
It took him a moment to realize that the girl was the pastor's daughter, Crystal, and he gave a sigh of relief.
"Jeff?" she tilted her head. "You're here late."
He nodded, a sharp little movement of his head, and gave her a formal reply. "Yes. I had to clean up. Is your dad here?"
She frowned a little, her pretty pink lips downturned. "No. I was driving home and the storm outside...well, I wanted shelter is all. And I figured I could drop by and do my nightly prayer. Do you need any help down here? I could keep you - "
"No," he shook his head quickly. He didn't need the eighteen year old pastor's daughter down here bothering him. Or...distracting him for that matter. "I don't need help. Sanctuary's open, if you still want to pray."
She frowned again, but nodded. "I'll be upstairs, if you change your mind."
He watched her disappear into the darkened hallway, wondering how it was she'd been able to get through so quietly and without turning on the light. After a moment, he shrugged, and returned to his task.
It felt like only fifteen minutes or so later when he heard footsteps again, and he sighed in disbelief. What did she want now?
He turned around, but this time the doorway was empty. What was she doing, sneaking around like that? He sighed and put down his broom, walking out into the dark hallway. He was surprised to find the floor out there was wet, as if someone had dripped water. Hadn't she been completely dry though? Aside from her wet heels, he hadn't seen a trace of the storm on her. He walked further into the hallway, until he could barely see ahead of him. Suddenly, slapping, wet footsteps began to rush toward him from behind, and before he could so much as turn around, he felt someone's arms wrap around him - one around his lower arms, pinning them down, and the other over his mouth. Now, Jeffrey was relatively tall, and quite buff, but whoever was holding him had an iron grip. He knew almost immediately that it wasn't Crystal playing a prank, but couldn't fathom who it could be. He struggled, but he soon realized that his mouth wasn't just being covered witha hand, but a damp cloth....which could only mean one thing. He tried to struggle harder but it was too late, the chloroform was doing it's work. His attempts to get free became more and more feeble until finally, he was drooping, falling limp in his assailant's arms....
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When he woke, he was in the function room, facing the doorway, and sitting in a chair. His vision began to clear to reveal, standing before him, a man with a white mask that covered half of his face. The man's hair was dark and curly, and he wore a black suit and leather gloves.
Jeffrey gave a confused grunt, and tried to move, only to find that his hands were bound tightly behind the chair by a rough length of rope, and his ankles were bound to the legs of the chair. He looked down to see that rope secured above and bellow his chest kept his back pressed firmly up against the chair. "What...what the hell?"
"Such profanity, in a church! That's such a shame. I guess the youth of today really are quite disrespectful." Judging by the rough timbre of his voice, he was quite young himself. "Do yourself a favor and stop stsruggling. There really is no use, I'm quite good at this."
Jeffrey narrowed his eyes. "What is this? Why am I...who are you?"
The man laughed. "Now isn't that a good question? You don't really think I'd answer that, do you?" He shook his head, and began to walk towards Jeffrey. "Maybe I'm a robber, coming to steal the church's best silver. Maybe I'm here to burn this place down." He reached forward and began to play with Jeffrey's collar, straightening it out. "Or maybe I'm just here to kidnap you and make sure no one ever finds you."
Jeffrey grunted, trying to surge forward, and the masked man pulled away. "Woah, there! Fussy fussy, bring it down a notch. You're not getting out," he chuckled, raising his hands. "I think it's my turn to ask you questions, now. What's your name, pretty boy?"
Jeffrey stared, jaw clenched, and the masked man chuckled again.
"Fine, fine. Maybe that one was a little too personal, huh? We aren't even friends yet!" he leaned back against one of the desks, and smirked. "How about this....and this one, I really need to know. Is there anyone else in the building with you? Wouldn't want our bonding time to be interrupted, now, would we?"
Jeffrey's heart stuttered. Crystal! He had completely forgotten about her. But if the man was asking, that had to mean he didn't know she was here, right? Or she'd left before he arrived....but he didn't want to take chances. Crystal must've not been caught, if the man was asking at all.
"No, there's no one here. It's just me," Jeffrey said, hoping against hope that he was right or that, if he was wrong, the man would believe him.
"You're sure? You don't sound sure."
Jeffrey didn't hesitate. "Yes! I'm sure, I'm sure." He nodded.
The man straightened, a cheshire grin pulling at the corners of his lips. "Wrong answer. Boys, bring her in!"
Jeff's stomach dropped as he heard shouts, very familiar shouts, and - just as he suspected - two similarly masked men walked in, holding between them a struggling girl in a blue button up, collared blouse and black skirt. The black silk scarf she had been wearing earlier was tied tight over her eyes, blindfolding her, and though her hands and elbows were obviously roped tightly behind her back, her long legs were free, kicking as much as they could given her tight skirt. A length of knotted black silk was pulled tightly between her pretty, pump lips and her teeth, and her cheeks seemed to be stuffed with some kind of cloth. It took Jeffrey a moment to recognize that length of black silk, and he looked down to confirm that yes, indeed, his tie was not around his neck and was instead being used to gag her. They pushed her down onto her knees, and one of them kept his hand on her shoulder even as she tried to shake it off.
Jeffrey tried to surge forward again. "Crystal!" he cried. "Crystal!"
She froze. "Jmpph?" she tried to say his name, but the gag made it a mess of muffled sound. Her head swiveled wildly as she tried to locate where his voice was coming from.
"Oh, isn't she pretty," He sighed, shaking his head. "Though I must say, I'm a little disappointed you two gagged her before I could get his name out of her." He walked up to the girl kneeling at his henchmen's feet.
"Sir, she bit me!" said one. "I was trying to keep her quiet, but she bit my hand. I had to gag her."
"Bit you?" the masked man laughed. "This sweet little thing?" he began to run his fingers over her cheek, and she tried to squirm away from him, screaming a muffled protest, but one of his henchmen surged forward to hold her in place.
"Don't you touch her!" Jeffrey cried, struggling against his bonds. "Don't you fucking touch her!"
"Woah, woah, woah. You should watch your mouth, we're in a holy place," the masked man drawled, amused. He looked up at his henchman. "Hey, no need to hold her. I've got her." The man shrugged and backed away, but the moment he did so she began to squirm so hard she nearly fell over. The masked man quickly grabbed her shoulders, holding her up. "Hey, hey. Calm down, Crystal. You'll only hurt yourself."
She tried to struggle harder, but he held fast.
"Please," Jeffrey said, struggling. The sight of Crystal struggling like that....the way her lip trembled. His instinct to protect her was on full-force. She was the pastor's daughter, and he'd practically grown up with her. He didn't want to see her get hurt. "Please, let her go. Please, you can keep me. Just let her go."
Crystal shook her head, groaning into her gag at his words, protesting his self sacrifice.
The masked man tilted his head. "Let her go? Oh, no no no. I would never do that. This pretty little thing?" he crouched behind her, placed his chin on her shoulder. "Look, she's shaking her head. No, I think I'd like to keep her." His gloved hands slid from her shoulders, down the lengths of her arms, and she squirmed, grunting and crying out into her gag. "Keep still, lovely," he murmured, arms wrapping around her as he reached for her buttons.
Jeffrey realized what he was about to do. "Don't you dare," he growled, struggling. "Don't you - "
"Or else what?" the masked man smirked, and pulled her shirt open. Some of the buttons popped out, pinging over the floor, but Jeffrey could barely hear it over the startled cry that Crystal made behind her gag. He winced. She began to struggle against the man's hold, but he continued to pull her shirt down, so that only her bra concealed her breasts. It was black and lacy, relatively modest, and Jeffrey felt his body betraying him at the sight of her bare skin. He squirmed uncomfortably, trying to get free so he could stop them, so he could protect Crystal, so he could stop feeling the bulge in his pants tightening.
"I'll give you anything," Jeffrey begged. "Please, just stop - "
The man's hands stilled. "Your name," he said, lips set in a triumphant smirk. "I want your name."
"What?" Jeffrey froze, astounded by the simplicity.
"Well, if you don't want to give it to me...." his hands found the straps of her bra, and he turned to his henchmen. "Don't you guys want to see sweet little Crystal's breasts?"
"Sure thing, boss," said the one that Crystal bit. Crystal screamed into her gag and struggled against the masked man's arms.
The idea of that creep seeing Crystal like that...
"Jeffrey," Jeff cried. "My name is Jeffrey."
Immediately, the masked man dropped his hands and stood, leaving Crystal with her blouse hanging off her shoulders and kneeling at his feet. "Now isn't that sweet. Jeffrey. Can I call you Jeff?" he asked. Jeff didn't answer, his eyes on Crystal, filled with a mix of frustration and concern. She was panting from the exertion of her struggles, and he could see the knot of his tie shifting as she tried to push out the stuffing with her tongue. A pink flush was climbing up her neck, reddening her cheeks. The crucifix necklace she often wore sat between her collarbones, resting against her tantalizingly smooth skin. She was obviously embarrassed and frightened, with her breasts hanging out. She couldn't even see her surroundings. He couldn't imagine how scary that was. The henchman who she bit was leering at her, while the other seemed bored.
"Cover her up," Jeffrey demanded, looking up at the masked man. "Look at her, she's shaking."
"Now, now, Jeff. Are you really in a place to be making so many demands?" the man asked. He looked down at the bulge in Jeff's pants, and whispered conspiratorially, "Especially when you're enjoying the show just as much as he is?" he motioned the henchman who was leering at Crystal.
Jeffrey closed his eyes, turning away in shame, but the masked man grabbed his hair and forced him to face her. "Open your eyes. Open them," he tugged at his hair. "If you don't, I'll cut off her pretty little bra and we can all have a look."
Jeff opened his eyes, looking at the girl who was still kneeling. She was completely still now, as if waiting for something. He couldn't help but stare at her pink, swollen lips, trying to close over the packing in her mouth. Curls of brown hair were falling from her braid as a result of her struggling. He searched her shoulders for any signs of bruising, trying to be as clinical as possible in his appraisal of her body, and avoid staring at her nearly bare breasts, but he felt his cock hardening anyways. The rise and fall of her chest made her crucifix necklace shift over skin, drawing Jeff's eyes, but he quickly looked away. She moaned quietly, shifting on her knees, and he had to suppress a frustrated groan of his own. There was no worse time or place for him to be horny, and yet he couldn't get himself under control.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" the man mused, for only Jeff to hear. "I don't think anyone could blame you for getting a little excited."
"Why are you doing this to us?" Jeff growled, his shame at his body's reaction growing by the second.
"Why else?" the masked man's murmured into Jeff's ear. "Because it was fun." He let go of Jeff's hair forcefully and nodded at the two men. "Grab her and get her up. We'll truss her to a chair and leave them alone for a while."
Crystal grunted and began to struggle anew when the henchmen grabbed her and lifted her to her feet. She used her heel and, estimating where their feet were, ground it into the leering one's foot. He yelped, letting her go and she was able to break away, stumbling wildly toward the wall. Jeff straightened. "To your left, Crystal! There's a door to your left!" He cried.
"You idiots! Grab her!" The masked man yelled, as Jeff yelled instructions. She was only able to evade them for a few seconds, before the masked man finally had enough. "Someone gag him! I'll get her myself." He paced towards her, and before Jeff could shout a warning he was being hand gagged, his mouth clamped roughly shut by the silent one. He struggled, grunting against the man's sweaty fingers.
She ran straight into the masked man's arms, and he wrapped her in a vice like grip. "Aren't you just the prettiest little escape artist?"
He dragged her over to a chair as she struggled and grunted, and he sat her roughly down, pulling her and the chair over so she was facing Jeff. "Someone hand me some rope!" he commanded, and Jeff was forced to helplessly watch as the silent one walked over to the duffel bag in the corner and dug out a coil of rope. He tossed it to his boss, who began to fasten her chest to the chair. Jeff struggled as his gloved hands lingered at her breasts, but he couldn't do anything but watch.
The leering one leaned in close, taunting him. "Can't help her now, can you? Your feisty little girlfriend is all on her own." He grunted, struggling, but it was no use. "I might have a little fun with her...maybe I'll even let you watch." Jeff growled at that. "What's that? You give me permission? Why, thank you so much." He chuckled as Jeff was unable to speak, instead watching as Crystal's ankles were fastened to the chair legs, and her knees were tied with a long length of rope to the beams of the chair, forcing her legs open and her pencil skirt to hike up her thighs. Her lacy black panties peaked from beneath her skirt, and Jeff felt his handgagged mouth water a little, even as he tried not to look. He grunted, trying to turn away and erase his dirty thoughts, but the henchman's hand kept him in place.
"Scissors, please," said the masked man, admiring his work. "I think it's time we give our little friend Jeff here the gag that he deserves."
The henchman removed his hands from Jeff's mouth, and he gasped as he was finally free. "What are you doing?" he asked as the silent one handed the scissors to the masked man.
"Just wait and see. I promise, you're going to love it," the leering one laughed, playing with Jeff's hair.
He watched as the masked man knelt before Crystal's open legs, fingers running up her thighs. She struggled, trying desparately to close her legs, but couldn't because of her bonds. Her frightened grunts made Jeffrey squirm. The masked man's fingers hooked under her panties, pulling them down her legs to reveal the mound of dark hair that covered her pussy. She struggled, her moans becoming louder and more frightened, as the cold metal of the scissors slid beneath her panties. Jeffrey pulled at his ropes, desparately struggling to free himself. "Stop it!" he cried out. "Don't touch her, don't touch her, stop it!"
The silent one rolled his eyes and finally spoke. "Jesus Christ, I cannot wait until he's finally gagged."
"I don't know," the masked man said as he carefully cut the material. He held her leg to still her. "I think it's kind of cute."
"Please stop," Jeff begged. "I'll do anything. I mean anything."
"Will you shut up?" asked the silent one.
"Hey, shutting him up is our job," laughed the leering henchman.
As if they were delicate glassware, the masked man finally removed the panties from her legs. He kissed her knee, the unmasked half of his lips lingering on her skin, and she tried to drive her leg into his face. He backed away just in time, and tapped her thigh. "Tut tut, aren't you a feisty little girl."
"Get off of her," Jeff growled.
The masked man rose, holding her black lacy panties. "No problem, pretty boy. I'm all done with her...for now." He smirked. "You, however..." he reached for the black scarf that was blindfolding her, and carefully untied it. Crystal's doe eyes blinked at the sudden influx of light, and she grunted as she looked at Jeff, tied up almost the same as she was. Her cheeks burned even further when she looked down to see how disheveled she was.
"What are you doing..." Jeffrey stared at the man as he tied a knot into the center of Crystal's black scarf, and balled up her panties, walking towards him. Crystal's eyes widened and she struggled, grunting.
"Oh, looks like she knows exactly what's going to happen," laughed the leering one.
"Wha-mph!" Jeff was interrupted as the masked man shoved Crystal's undies into Jeff's mouth, quickly preessing his gloved fingers over his mouth to keep the cloth in. Immediately, the taste of Crystal's crotch and sweat filled Jeff's mouth. Despite his disgust, he could also feel a rush of excitement, which made him flush with shame. The masked man removed his fingers, and Jeff opened his mouth to release the sweaty undies, but Crystal's scarf was forced between his teeth, the knot holding the panties tight into his mouth. The man wrapped the end of the long scarf around Jeff's head twice more before tying it into place at the back of his head, making it impossible for him to push the stuffing out. "NNNGG!" he tried to cry out, but it was muffled by Crystal's lacy panties.
"Aren't you a pair," laughed the masked man. "I think I like you better like that."
Jeffrey grunted, annoyed.
"Now, I think I'll leave you two alone for a while. Seems like you need to talk," he said, then chuckled at his own joke. His henchmen chuckled too.
"But wait, boss. I want to see the little bitch's tits before we go. Didn't you promise me a show?" the leering henchman said.
The masked man's eye narrowed, and - much to Jeff and Crystal's surprise - he smacked the man right in the face with his gloved hand. The man stumbled away, holding his cheek, and gave him a betrayed look, like a puppy being kicked. "Wha - "
"What did I say about manners? You need to show Crystal some fucking respect." Jeff and Crystal watched with wide, confused eyes as the henchman rubbed his cheek. "Now, I want you to apologize."
The henchman glared stubbornly at the wall, and the masked man grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close. "I said, fucking apologize!"
He threw him back down, so he was kneeling at Crystal's feet, and Crystal winced, trying to back away as much as the chair would allow her. Jeff could see the shock in her eyes, but also...was that vindication? No, he must have been mistaken. She was too sweet, too kind. She was the pastor's daughter, for goodness sake.
"I'm sorry," the henchman ground out.
"I'm sorry, what?" the masked man insisted.
"I'm sorry, Crystal," he sniffed, indignant.
"Now kiss her foot," the man murmured, a sort of wild delight in his eyes. The henchman looked at him, shocked. "You heard me. Kiss her fucking foot and beg her forgiveness."
The henchman looked like he wouldn't give in for a long moment. But he leaned down and kissed her foot, making Crystal inhale sharply. Jeff wasn't sure what he was witnessing, so he stayed silent. "Please forgive me," the henchman groused.
"For what?" the masked man snapped.
"For calling you a bitch."
He stayed there, kneeling at her feet, and the room settled into an awkward silence before the masked man looked at Crystal. His voice was dangerously soft. "Well, lovely? Do you forgive him?"
Her brows scrunched, her eyes confused as if she wasn't sure what the right answer was. But she nodded slowly, giving a noise of affirmation behind her gag. The masked man gave her an approving nod, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
"Get out of here," he nodded at the hallway. "Both of you. And if I catch you coming near them without my permission, you're both dead meat."
The leering man lingered for a moment, before getting up and giving a huff. He stomped out of the room, arms crossed petulantly. The silent one simply gave his boss a nod, and followed after his fellow. Jeff and Crystal were silent, but Crystal was watching the masked man with narrowed eyes. He approached her, fingers cupping her chin, and his grip tightened when she tried to pull away, making her grunt.
"Such pretty eyes. I should have taken your blindfold off sooner," he said quietly. Her eyes flitted to Jeff, who tugged at his ropes when he saw the trace of fear there. Get off her, he tried to say, but it was unintelligible. "Look at me, lovely," he said. Stubbornly, she kept her eyes on Jeff, gaze defiant. The masked man frowned and squeezed her chin. "Look. At. Me." Finally, she let her eyes meet his, giving a pained noise. Jeff winced, but the man simply loosened his grip a little. After a moment of staring at her, he let her go, running his fingers down along her neck. She continued to stare at him, suspicious and angry.
"What's this?" he asked, hooking his fingertips under the chain of her necklace. "Aren't you just a good little Christian girl." Gently, he tugged, and the clasp came loose. She gave a cry of protest, squirming as he fastened the crucifix around his own neck. "Could have fooled me...if it weren't for what we caught you doing in the chapel."
Crystal froze, eyes widening and cheeks burning red. Jeff just stared, confused.
"Lgg rrr aggoogg," Jeff tried feebly. Leave her alone.
The man looked at Jeff and back at Crystal, then nodded. "Don't you worry, I'll be leaving you both alone for a while." He shrugged out of his suit jacket, then placed it over her, tucking it behind her shoulders so she'd be covered. The gesture might have seemed tender, if it weren't for the fact that he had been the one to tear her blouse open in the first place. "How about that, huh? Your necklace for my jacket. Don't go anywhere, lovely. I'll be back." He turned to Jeff and winked. "Enjoy the show."
He walked out, closing the door behind him and leaving the two to struggle and listen to the storm and their own moans.