Abigail Falls Over a Cliff

Abigail in Trouble Ch. 13: Abigail falls over a Cliff

Emma was delighted that she had managed to broker the first successful "date" between Abigail and Cliff. She wanted to know all the gory details and kept pumping Abby for more explicit info. Abigail spilt the beans on the main points with enthusiasm but shied away from the more "private" details.

Emma couldn't believe it, and make no secret of being delighted, that both the impromptu love birds had, no doubt caught up in the passion of the moment, neglected to exchange contact details with each other. Emma was delighted because it put her in the driving seat to arrange another get together. Abigail kept pestering her for Cliff's mobile, e-mail, address, or anything, to no avail.

Emma, meanwhile was planning their next meeting. The date was set, less than a week after the first encounter, with both Abigail and Cliff desperate to see each other again. But Emma cruelly kept them apart until she was ready. Emma paid another visit to the "specialist" store she had recently visited. She didn't tell Abigail what was in store for her, but started the day pampering her younger cousin as before. She also got her lustrous brown hair done nicely in soft curls that cascaded around her shoulders.

When evening came and Emma's parents had left for their bridge game, Emma had Abigail shower then insisted joining her in the spare room to help her get dressed. This was Abigail's room for the duration of her stay with Emma's family. Emma fetched all the lingerie they had collected from their previous shopping trip, and chose Abigail's clothes for her. Abigail questioned why Emma was being so involved and all she would reply is "So you can look perfect for him".

She made Abigail wear a very nice white lace lingerie set. The lace-push up bra did wonders to Abigail's already impressive bust, lifting her breasts and giving them an amazing cleavage. The lace cups were low at the front and only just covered her nipples. The matching lace panties hugged her mound nicely and curved high over her hips where little bows secured it on both sides. They left little material to cover her bottom, delving deep between her cheeks with only a small triangle of lace at the top of her bum cleft.

Next were the sheer white hold-up stockings. The deep lace detail clung snugly to Abigail's smooth thighs.

Then there was the dress. Emma was in two minds whether to leave Abigail in just her lingerie, but decided that Cliff might appreciate something to unwrap. So Emma chose a short navy-blue summer dress with small white polka dots with a zipper down the back and thin straps that you could undo. The dress hugged her bust and waist, then flared out at the knee-length skirt, ending in a white lace trim along the hem.

Abigail had looked at Emma in a strange way when Emma had picked out the dress for her. This was because, unknown to Emma, the last time Abigail had worn it was at a certain fateful trip out to a nightclub (See Chapter 4: Nightclub Nightmare). But, wanting to move on from there, Abigail shrugged the image of that night from her mind and put on the dress as requested.

This just left footwear. Emma leant Abigail a pair of white high heels. The girls had the same foot size and so they slipped on Abigail's feet nicely, and secured with several straps and small buckles. They were much taller than Abigail was used to (she thought that it was a probably deliberate on Emma's part) and tottered around a little in them.

"Perfect" declared Emma, after touching up Abigail's make-up. "He's going to want to ravish you again looking like this!" Abigail felt a little gush down below at the thought, but was still a bit nervous.

"What exactly have you got planned this time Em?" Enquired Abigail, not sure if she was going to like the answer. "Haven't you arranged just a normal date this time, like I asked?"

"Er, not exactly, no" admitted Emma. "It's more of a variation of the last encounter. You did say you'd enjoyed that a lot, didn't you?"

"Oh God yes!" gushed Abigail, unable to contain her feelings. "It was incredible! I've never cum so hard in my life! I think I'd died and gone to heaven! Being helpless and ravished by Cliff was amazing! I didn't think anything could make me feel so GOOD!"

"Okay, okay. I get the picture" calmed Emma, feeling rather jealous herself. "You really like it."

Abigail continued. "Yes, but we didn't get any, you know, date, chat, hanging out time, so I thought perhaps Cliff and I could go out on, you know a 'normal' date this time?"

"Well, we'll see about that for next time" conceded Emma. "IF you're a good girl tonight, that is." Abigail didn't like the gleam in Emma's eyes as she'd said that.

"What do I have to do to be a 'good girl'?" asked Abigail.

"Well you have to let him do whatever he wants, of course" replied Emma. "AND enjoy yourself loads. Otherwise, we will have to repeat, repeat, repeat until you get it right."

"Oh God!" groaned Abigail at the thought of repeated performances like last time, which made her insides turn to goo. She wasn't sure her body could take much more.

"Right, now you're dressed. Let's get you tied up then" bossed Emma.

"Seriously?" asked Abigail.

"Seriously" declared Emma who held up a loop of black leather in front of Abigail. "Hands please."

Abigail sighed in resignation but held up her hands in front of her for her cousin to loops several turns of soft leather strapping around her wrists, loosely holding them together, but making no attempt to tighten them together.

When she was satisfied that they were looped comfortably around her wrists, Emma produced a length of rope which she tied to the loop at the free end of the leather straps. She then held the other end of the rope and grabbed the chair in front of the vanity unit. Abigail wondered what Emma was doing but got the idea when Emma stood on the chair and looped the other end of the rope through an eyebolt roughly on the middle of the room, clear of the bed.

"Before this was a spare bedroom, it was an exercise room for my dad" Emma explained. He used to hang a punchbag from that eye, and tied it off over here." Emma jumped down off the chair, moving is aside, and tugging the rope with her, went over to the wall where a cleat was fixed. She then pulled on the rope, and Abigail's hands were tugged into the air and she was forced to stand under the eyebolt.

Emma tugged on the rope until Abigail stood straight, teetering on the tall heels, with her arms stretched above her head. Emma stretched her tight until Abigail complained, at which point the rope was tied off tightly, well out of Abigail's reach. Now she understood the soft leather strapping around her wrists. They weren't specifically meant to hold her wrists together, but to comfortably stretch them out above her. They were nevertheless tight around her wrists so that she couldn't possibly get her arms free, even if she stood on the chair which was now out of reach.

Emma seemed satisfied with her knot at the cleat, and went to her room to fetch some more things, leaving Abigail tied tight. Abigail tested her bindings holding her upright, standing with her feet close together to get maximum height, but was soon convinced that Emma had done a good job and that she would need help to get free.

Emma came back with a metal bar about 3 feet long with leather cuffs attached to each end.

"What the hell is that for, Em?" asked Abigail in trepidation.

"You'll see" replied her cousin, who knelt down in front of her and fastened one leather cuff tightly around the narrowest part of Abigail's ankle, just above the strap of the high heels.

Then she tapped the inside of Abigail's calves. "Spread 'em" she demanded. Abigail understood what Emma wanted and tried to separate her feet on the carpet, but it was difficult what with the height of the heels and not having much slack in the taught rope holding her arms above her.

Emma helped her until her feet were spread far enough apart to fasten the other leather cuff on the other ankle. This spreader bar not only kept Abigail's legs apart, but meant that the rope above her was even tighter than before, pulling her arms straight up with no slack and giving her absolutely no room to wriggle. She felt stretched but wasn't overly concerned because she expected Cliff to let her down shortly.

"Okay. Now because you've got some arduous activity ahead of you, I'm going to give you a small drink of water" Emma told her.

"Arduous?" questioned Abigail. "And why didn't you think about that before you strung me up?"

"I did" thought Emma to herself as she fetch a coloured beaker half full of cold water from her own room. Before she carried it through, she slipped and E into the beaker. Holding it up to Abigail's lips she commanded her to drink it all down, which she did.

"What was that I just felt in the water?" asked Abigail, concerned.

"Oh, it's just a little something to help enhance your experience" said Emma, casually.

"What was it?" demanded Abigail.

"Just an enhanced 'E'" admitted Emma.

"What!? An 'E'!? You're feeding me drugs? I never do those!" complained Abigail.

"Calm down. It's safe. It'll loosen you up, make you receptive, increase your sensitivity ALL over, but above all, make you really, really horny!" countered Emma. "So don't complain. It's all part of the experience." Abigail muttered in protest but couldn't do anything about the fact that she had already swallowed the pill.

Emma stepped back to survey her cousin, strung up from the ceiling with a spreader bar separating her feet and her stocking-clad legs. Her make-up was tasteful and further enhanced her natural beauty. Her thick brown hair done up nicely with wavy cascades over her shoulders. The short pretty dress, riding high up her thighs because of her raised arms, with the prominent shapes of her breasts thrust outward by the push up bra and lifted by her arms overhead.

"My, my, you do look delicious, Abby. The damsel in distress again. This time EXPECTING your knight in shining armour to rescue you, like before" gloated Emma, enjoying the set-up immensely. Abigail could feel her pussy moisten as the suggestion of what the evening might entail for her with Cliff.

"He's going to absolutely lurve you like this" decided Emma. Then she cocked her head to the side considering her pretty cousin all helpless in front of her. "In fact, it's a bit early for Cliff, so why waste the opportunity?"

Emma sidled up to Abigail, helplessly immobile, and slipped an arm around her slim waist. She stalked closely around her younger cousin. Emma was slightly taller than Abigail but the heels evened things off, so they were on even terms now. Emma brushed her hand over Abigail's hip, then slipped it over one of her large, proud breasts.

This unnerved Abigail. "Er, Emm?" she faltered. "Er, what are you doing?"

"Emma's hands slid all over Abigail's torso, stroking and teasing, while her mouth came close to her ear. "Just enjoying having my gorgeous little cousin so helpless and unable to resist me" Emma whispered to Abigail before her tongue darted out and traced the outline of her ear. Abigail squirmed her head away, but there was little else she could do.

Emma cupped Abigail's face in both hands, came around to her front, and holding her face still, brought her mouth down onto her cousin's lips. Abigail squealed in surprise and her eyes opened wide as Emma held her face firmly and snogged her sensuously, slipping her soft tongue into her wet mouth to explore around inside while their lips were locked together.

Abigail continued to murmur in protest as Emma snogged her firmly, until the soft wetness of the kiss started to take its toll on her and she started moaning under Emma's expert tongue.

Eventually, Emma released her, and drew back grinning. Abigail gasped for air, unsure what to make of this unexpected move from you cousin. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed quicker.

"Mmmm. Tasty" commented Emma with a wicked smile. "Let me see what your other lips taste like too."

Once Abigail had worked out what Emma had meant, she opened her mouth to protest indignantly, and that's when Emma shoved the gag into her mouth. "Mmmmmm!" she protested, wanting to convey her serious reservations, as Emma buckled the gag firmly in place under her hair. This was a plug gag, the shape of a short fat penis, that stretched her jaw open a little but certainly filled her mouth with a realistic feel of latex cock. "MMMMMM!" She tried again.

"What's the matter. Abby?" asked Emma, as she squatted down on front of her, sliding her hands over her curvaceous body as she did so. "Cat got your tongue? Or should I say; cock got your tongue?"

Emma sat in the floor in front of Abigail's spread legs. And lifted the short dress up at the front to muffled protests from behind Abigail's tight gag. Her fine white lace panties were revealed and Emma wasted no time running her finger down the side to hook underneath and then tug them aside, to more violent mumblings from above.

Abigail could do nothing but mumble her protests and wriggle in her bonds as Emma ran her fingertip up and down Abigail's naked and smooth mound, teasing the pussy lips apart, aided by the spread of her legs. Emma licked a fingertip and applied it into Abigail's crack, working it up and down the warm fold, delving deeper each time.

Abigail was whimpering in embarrassment, frustration and now actually from the sensual feel of Emma's finger working its way between the soft folds of her pussy lips. The finger wormed a little deeper in the groove, running up and down the slit, trying to delve deeper, while Abigail squirmed.

Suddenly, the finger was replaced by two thumbs which rubbed sideways, parting the flesh and opening up her slit. Emma's buried her head under the skirt of the dress and her tongue darted out. Abigail squeaked sharply as she felt Emma's warm, wet tongue lick up the length of her slit and start nuzzling into her.

Emma was enjoying the taste of her cousin as she started licking up and down the narrow slit, spreading it with her fingers and thumbs as she explored deeper. She bathed the inner flesh with saliva as she slurped up and down, probing deeper and trying to entice juices to flow from within.

It didn't take long for Emma to start encountering the unmistakeable taste of Abigail's arousal. With being bound and gagged and feeling helpless, the anticipation of the evening to come, the added enhancement of the pill and Emma's tongue working into her pussy, Abigail couldn't help her body becoming wet, and her juices flowed down.

Soon Emma was enthusiastically lapping at the dripping snatch in front of her, trying to worm her tongue deeper to taste more from inside. She pressed a thumb above the top of the slit and drew the taught skin upwards. This action caused Abigail's engorged clit to emerge from its hood, and between deep, probing licks into the warm honeypot below, Emma attacked it with her tongue.

This caused Abigail to quiver and whimper in her bonds. She had mixed feeling about this oral assault. On one hand, it was her cousin, whom she didn't think had any particular attractions towards the fairer sex, but was obviously doing a really good job proving that wrong.

On the other hand, what Emma was doing did feel really good. She had found a couple of Abigail's sensitive sweet spots with her clit and just inside her pussy, and was attacking them with a warm, wet tongue, licking all over and rubbing them with wet friction. Abigail finally closed her eyes and let herself enjoy Emma's ministrations. Emma certainly seemed to be thirsty down there!

She could feel the growing twinges of an orgasm rising from deep within her body as Emma expertly tongued her pussy and clit, and decided to give in to the sensations and let herself go.

While Emma's tongue worked at her and drank in the juice secreted by Abigail's now aroused and puffy pussy, one hand continued to stretch her abdomen upwards, allowing the erect clit to project out so she could lick it harder. Her other hand held Abigail's bottom steady, until she dropped it to the floor and felt her way to another object she had brought in.

This was a butt plug. As she continued licking, she brought it up to Abigail's pussy and dipped it in the wetness there. Ensuring it was well coated with saliva and sweet girl-juice. Abigail's eyes opened at the feel of the cold plastic, wondering what Emma had. She glanced down but could not see under her own skirt.

Emma meanwhile ensured that the narrow strip of lace at the back was pulled across to the side, before pressing the butt-plug into Abigail's tight little opening. Abigail shrieked in surprise as Emma worked the tip of the plug around her opening, before pressing inward and starting to screw it into her rear.

Abigail tugged at her bonds and squealed into the gag as Emma stretched her hole and managed to push the thick part of the plug through the tight muscle, until it popped inside her rear. Now, as Emma resumed licking her, she worked the butt-plug around and in and out of her rear, making her quiver all over.

Abigail was gushing loads now, and much as Emma would like to have finished her off, there was another agenda. Emma reached for another object nearby and inserted it into her own mouth. It was a long pink vibrator, and she knew exactly where it was going. Once it was lubricated with saliva, she applied it to Abigail's pussy lips and wormed it into her.

Abigail whimpered as she felt the cold latex cock splitting her pussy lips and worming its way into her very sensitive passage. She could do nothing to resist as it was worked deeper, higher, tighter up into her helpless young body, reaching up into the deep recesses of her aroused body. She could feel every bump and ridge of the thing as it nestled right up inside.

Then Emma tugged the panties back across, ensuring that the vibrator was firmly held inside her. She covered the end of the butt-plug, even though it stayed embedded of its own accord because of the narrow portion near the flared end.

Emma grinned, satisfied that they were in place and stood up in front of the helpless Abigail who whined at her pitifully. Abigail was half frustrated that Emma had not finished her off with her tongue, and was also indignant about being stuffed with both a butt-plug and a vibrator. She frowned at Emma and squeaked her frustration.

Emma seemed to understand, "Shush now" she soothed. "All in good time. All I'm doing is getting you ready." Then she smiled as she added cheekily "this time at least. Maybe we will have to get together another time, my adorable little Abby."

Abigail looked shocked at that suggestion. "Now, just some finishing touches" said Emma, placing a black blindfold over Abigail's eyes. It was strapped tightly under her hair, ensuring she couldn't shake it off.

"And, of course..............." Emma let her words hang as she reached under the short skirt and fumbled for the end of the vibrator, before switching it on to a low setting.

Abigail immediately started whimpering under the feelings being generated by the vibrator deep inside her wet pussy. She squirmed in her bonds and tugged at her arms as the vibrations worked away deep in her sensitive pussy and through the thin membrane to the butt-plug, making that hum gently as well.

Emma observed her helpless torment for a while, smiling to herself at her own deviousness. She couldn't resist reaching out and grasping both of Abigail's nipples through the dress and bra, squeezing them sharply, telling her "Have fun!"

Abigail let out a sharp squeal as her stiffening nipples sent pangs of pleasure straight down to her G-spot where the vibrator was gently buzzing away. She could hear Emma collecting some things and leaving, before the door closed behind her, leaving Abigail alone to await Cliff.