A Long Night for Beth
Overnight Lockdown
The three Williams brothers had just tricked, drugged, bound and simultaneously shagged Roger's son Chris's beautiful 18 year old girlfriend Bethany, into oblivion. But Roger as host, felt that she needed more entertainment before he could let her go. He wanted to finish testing her attributes fully. His brothers, however were not required for the next part of his plan and in any case they both looked completely shagged out.
"You guys get dressed and get out of here" Roger strongly suggested to his brothers, as he pulled on his trousers. "I'll look after our guest here and make sure she gets home OK. Now move!"
Bob and Drew dragged themselves away from the seemingly sleeping beauty. Drew visited the bathroom while Bob got dressed, then they swapped over. By the time they were both ready to depart, Beth was starting to stir again.
"Go on. Get going" hissed Roger. "And if you bump into Chris, act normal and only mention 'Suzie' if pushed. I'll catch up with you tomorrow in the pub."
Drew and Bob got the not so subtle hint that they were no longer needed to entertain the little lady, and made their exit down the corridor. Roger relocked the bedroom door behind them, just to be on the safe side.
Then he addressed his attention to the pretty young lady bound up tightly and lying on his bed. He fetched the little padlock key. He had already removed the gag, but Beth was only murmuring quietly to herself. She was only vaguely aware of her surroundings, having demonstrated a propensity to tap out under intense sexual stimulation, and specifically during an intense climax.
She didn't stir much as he rolled her onto her front and proceeded to remove the padlocks that were secured to the buckles on the leather straps, tightly binding her arms. He then undid the tight leather straps, one by one, allowing blood to flow back to her hands and her arms to relax, flopping onto the bed.
Once he had removed all the straps from her, he set about loosening the rear laces of the babydoll bodice, until it was completely undone. He left her to recover on the bed for a few minutes. She was stirring slightly and mewling quietly with her eyes closed. A gentle dribble of cum still seeped out of both her holes.
Roger tidied a few things away in the bedroom, but then lined up a new set of items for her. He needed to check on things in the house, especially if his son, Chris was around, but he dared not leave her unsecured on her own.
He grabbed her feet and swung them round to stick out over the side of the bed. Then he smacked her bottom, making her jump and shriek sharply, effectively waking her up.
She was obviously exhausted and not all together with it as he sat on the edge of the bed, turned her over and pulled her up into a sitting position.
"Come on little lady. Let's get you cleaned up and comfortable for a rest. You've had quite a work-out tonight." He talked to her as he lifted Beth to her feet. She finally understood that her ordeal was now over, and so didn't fight him as he supported her on wobbly legs, over to the en-suite door.
As he guided her through the doorway, she finally managed to find the strength to stand on her own, and turned to him as if to say "you're not coming in here with me." Roger got the message and left her alone to sort herself out, ensuring the outside lock on the door was secure.
While Beth relieved herself and got cleaned up, Roger acted quickly in the bedroom. He stripped off the old sheets and replaced them with clean ones. Then he lined up a number of black leather bondage items along the far edge of the bed. There were straps and buckles and belts and more straps, a collar, a binder and a gag. And he intended to use them ALL on her. He covered the full set of leather items with a sheet, so as not to scare her too much.
But best of all was a soft black leather under-cup corset. It was boned and had a set of heavy buckles down the back as well as many additional loops, buckles and straps around it, and he knew it would look fantastic on her. The trick was to persuade her to put it on, rather than have to wrestle her into it.
Roger had an idea that he thought might work. After he had left her to make herself decent again for a few minutes, he knocked on the door to get her attention. He unlocked it and, only opening it far enough to reach his hand inside, held out her navy blue summer dress.
"Beth, he called. You can put this back on now."
There was a pause before the dress was snatched from his hand.
"But I can't wear this babydoll thing with that. Where is my underwear?" she asked.
"Hang on" replied Roger. He closed the door and then a minutes later opened it again, offering the leather corset in his outstretched hand. "You can wear this" he suggested. "Your bustier looks like it might be ruined" he lied.
Inside, Beth gaped in horror at the mass of black leather and buckles that was being offered to her. She supposed that this was the 'first thing he could put his hands on' and was suspicious that he had ulterior motives. Nevertheless, she did need something to contain her body underneath her old dress. "And my panties?" she asked sceptically.
"We'll sort them out after you come out" Roger assured her, hoping that she would take the bait.
Beth considered her options. She was still trapped, effectively his prisoner until he decided to let her go. She thought she would probably have to do whatever he wanted until then. The fact that he had apparently called it a night and dismissed his horrible brothers was promising. This, and the fact that he had started returning her own clothes was also a good sign of him getting ready to release her. Wasn't it?
"Fine!" she spat, snatching the black leather 'thing' out of his hands. "But you need to give me plenty of time to put this bloody thing on then."
Roger closed the door, delighted that he'd persuaded her to put the corset on herself. This would make things so much easier. But he had definitely picked up on her defiance, and he did not expect her to cooperate very well with the next phase of his plan for her. So he prepared accordingly.
First, he wanted to continue to lull her into a false sense of him about to release her. He knocked on the door and asked her if she wanted something to eat or drink. She replied that she was OK for food, but would like a can of Diet Coke. She specifically asked for a can because she was getting suspicious that he had spiked her earlier drinks. Roger went away to fetch her a drink.
She had just removed the babydoll when the door opened ajar, and a glass of coke was offered through the door, she rolled her eyes in frustration. She had asked for a sealed CAN: he could have spiked the drink now. Taking it, she thanked him for the drink, but when the door was closed, she poured the contents down the sink and ran herself a glass of cold water instead.
"You can't be too careful, Beth" she said to herself, as she downed the cold water. Then, realising the stupidity of her statement in light of what had already happened this evening, she sat on the toilet seat and wept quietly. Beth was snapped out of her self-pity by a sharp knock on the door and a call to hurry up, or be fetched out. She immediately started putting on the black leather corset.
It was only then, to her dismay, that she discovered that it did not have any cups or covering for her breasts: it tucked in snugly underneath her full boobs with some underwiring, lifting them up and pushing them together in spectacular fashion, but had nothing above this to actually cover them. It also seemed to be a size too small for her, like the babydoll had been. She hoped that her summer dress would cover enough for this not to be a problem, so continued to buckle up the corset, but not very tight.
She had decided to keep the white stockings on, to cover her legs as much as possible, and found some narrow dangling leather garter straps from the corset for this purpose. The black leather contrasted sharply with her white stockinged legs, but she didn't care.
She put her little navy blue summer dress back on and tried to adjust it to cover as much of her cleavage as she could. She was aware that it might have been her over-ambitious cleavage that had got her into this trouble to start with, but wearing the corset, she couldn't really minimise it without shortening the straps to hike the dress up and expose her stocking tops. She did the best she could and adjusted the straps to a kind of compromise.
"Ok, you can pass me my panties now" she called through the door.
"Urm. I'm not sure I can find them at the moment" came the reply. "You come out and we'll find them together." The thought of rooting around with Roger, looking for her sodden lace panties did not appeal to Beth.
"OK. I'll be just a minute" she called back with a sigh. She could manage without panties if she had to.
She checked herself in the mirror, careful to wipe away all signs of tears and smeared eyeshadow for the walk home. She looked tired, but somehow her complexion made her skin kind of glow, like from some inner energy. Weird. She brushed her hair, and made herself presentable for the walk home, half-heartedly touching up her lipstick, before packing her things back into her little handbag. She reminded herself to ask for her phone back.
