The Substitute

Abigail in Trouble Chapter 22: The Substitute Part 3

After a few minutes, her breathing had calmed down and she just rested, eyes closed. Waiting in hope for when they would release her and let her go.

She opened her eyes when she felt two warm hands cupping under her still trembling breasts and hefting them gently. She looked straight up into a semi-familiar face: Jake, Lindsey's older brother. He was regarding her current predicament with lustful interest and mild amusement.

"Well what have we got here?" he asked her rhetorically. He surveyed her body from tip to toe as he gently palmed her breasts as if they were an office stress ball. He took in the sight of his little sister's best friend.

Here was little old Abigail, who used to come round for a bite to eat or to do some homework with his sister, or just chill over a weekend. Now she was gagged and clamped to a pole with her breasts in his hands. In years gone by she could be found with Lindsey, lounging around their house or watching TV or just chatting in the kitchen. Jake had seen her around, but because he was several years older, didn't really interact with her that much to start with.

He had however noticed over the years how Abigail's already very pretty face had been supplemented by her body's spectacular development, especially in the boobs department. He had started taking sly peaks at her whenever he could, looking forward to her visits to his house and secretly lusting after her. Well,that was before he left home and hadn't seen her for a couple of years.

And now, here she was: Dolled up in a little bit too much make-up, with a bride's veil pinned in her beautifully coiffed hair, wearing white lace gloves. Her too-high heels displayed her beautiful legs to the max in their tight lace-top stockings. But the crowning garment was the tight white strapless lace basque lifting and exposing her phenomenal pair of large, pert breasts to his gaze, and currently his hands.

On top of all of that was the fact that her hands were crossed over and clamped tightly up between her shoulder-blades, and she was wearing a large ball-gag which was clamped to the pole. And her feet were spaced apart by a spreader bar, exposing her naked pussy. She looked amazingly hot, sexy and vulnerable in her current attire and predicament.

Jake had been lusting after her for years, and thought that perhaps his stars had finally aligned.

"Hello Abigail" he greeted her. She could only meet his gaze and squeak, trying to plead with him to release her. "Long time no see. And I can currently SEE quite a lot of you. Which is nice." He glanced down and emphasised that point with a particularly firm squeeze of her breasts. She gasped into the gag. She tried to get his attention by moving her eyes and grunting from behind the gag, but he either didn't understand or chose to ignore her. She knew it was the latter as he spoke again, clearly with an agenda of his own.

"So it seems that you and I have fallen 'victim' of a little known local custom, haven't we?" Abigail remained silent, watching him and listening, hoping he would explain things to her. "Yes, it seems that the local custom is that when a girl from the village gets married, the senior men of the village get a last chance to, er shall we say, send her off with something. A wedding present perhaps. Of a biological nature?" Abigail's lifted eyebrows showed disbelief in his words.

"Well while we in the western world might consider this crude, archaic and unacceptable, in feudal times it was more common if I remember my history correctly. I think the French called it 'droit de seigneur" which basically means that the local Lord has a right to lie with his peasants, presumably to keep the local population more 'pure', or maybe just to satisfy his lust. Even the English had it once (but I don't think it was enforced much) and they referred to the latin term, if I can remember it correctly: 'jus primae noctis' which basically is the Lord's right to lie with a newly wedded bride first, before her peasant husband."

"Well that's the fascinating history lesson, but who'd have thought that it still existed in parts of the world, eh? And in a developed country as well. It can't be widespread or well-known here or the Japanese government would have put a stop to it. But effectively, the locals are invoking it tonight aren't they? Except that my sister the bride has 'conveniently' cleared off on honeymoon, leaving her poor best friend as a substitute to act on her behalf instead. And to suffer the consequences." Abigail's mind wheeled as she realised that a lot of what he was saying now made sense.

"Did you know she was putting you up for this? Looking at the restraints and gag required, I presume not." Abigail didn't know whether to nod a 'yes you are correct, I didn't know', or shake her head 'no, I didn't know'. In any case her head was clamped via the stiff gag-strap and she couldn't nod or shake her head anyway.

All this time while Jake was speaking to her, he was palming her exposed breasts almost absent-mindedly, but he had moved on to playing with her nipples with his thumbs as well, making it difficult for her to concentrate on what he was saying. Had he just told her that Lindsey had set her up to be raped?! The thought made her gut wrench and her pulse quicken with thoughts of betrayal and anger. But Jake continued.

"Of course it is possible that Lindsey herself doesn't know entirely about all of this. Maki and his family could have been economical with the truth to her. And whilst she did need assistance with some aspects of today, and knew you were dancing with all the men in her stead, she might not have known about this particular part of the custom. What do you reckon Abby? Do you think Lindsey set you up to get fucked?"

Jake bent down a little to look deeply into Abigail's frightened eyes for the answer as he gave her nipples a firm tug which made her gasp and made it impossible to communicate her thoughts to him. Not that she had processed what he had just said properly. Lindsey might not actually have known that she was due to be tied up, gagged and effectively raped by Maki's uncle, him being the senior official in the village. But some of the other things also made more sense. The dress design: intended to be removed easily. The lingerie, paid for by Maki. The dancing: Allowing the men to get a good look at her. The wives and girlfriends imploring their men-folk to leave with them and not enter this room.

Abigail sobbed in helplessness as she realised that this situation had been set up for her all along and she had walked straight into the trap. How could she and Lindsey (given the benefit of the doubt) have been so stupid?! Well at least she had a friendly face to rescue her now. Just as soon as he stopped playing with her tits!

But Jake hadn't finished talking yet.

"So it seems, as I said before that while you and I might not have been willing participants up to now, we are nevertheless deeply caught up in the local custom which I don't think we now have the right to interfere with."

"What?" thought Abigail in panic. "Is he saying he's also a victim here and we should play along? Is he saying that he's not going to release me?" Her fear caused her to start breathing quicker past the gag again. "Is he going to leave me tied up here?"

"Yes it seems that, since you and I are already in it so, er DEEP, then I'm afraid we are rather obliged to continue with the custom as presented to us. Out of respect for our hosts and not wanting to offend of course. Not from actually wanting to perpetuate an outdated and archaic ritual, you understand."

No. Abigail did not understand. What was he saying? Was he saying that he was going to let the custom continue? Or even worse, was he actually going to, er 'participate' in it himself?! This potentiality shocked Abigail almost as much as anything else to date, if that were possible.

"So I'm afraid, Miss Abby. I'm going to have to keep you strapped to that pole for a bit longer yet." Abigail's worst fears were realised. He was going to take her! Except he hadn't even finished talking yet.

Jake released her nipples and drew himself into her body. Even with the high heels giving her a height boost, he was still a few inches taller than her. He slid his hands around her hips and around to her naked bottom, squeezing the cheeks in his large hands. He leaned into her exposed and displayed body, pressing his shirted chest into her boobies as he squeezed her in his hands. He moved his head over one of her shoulders and his mouth went right up close to her ear. He whispered into her ear.

"Actually Abby, I'd been looking forward to an opportunity like this for years." Abigail's eyes opened wide in surprised shock. "Ever since high school, you'd been coming around with your pretty face and athletic body, and I could resist that as just another of Lindsey's cute friends. But then....... then you developed. Do you think I hadn't noticed how you suddenly grew tits to die for, all huge and pert and firm and wonderful? There you were, flaunting around our house in loose tops and thin pajamas, showing a glimpse or a hint at the bountiful shapes underneath. Do you think I hadn't noticed how lovely and curvy, shy little Abigail had become? I fantasised about you then. And now.............."

Jake left his last sentence hanging. He didn't need to finish it. Abigail was only too clear on what was going to happen and she was powerless to stop him.

He positioned himself to her side with one hand squeezing her bare bottom and one cupping her nearest exposed breast. He leaned into her, his mouth close to her ear and his tongue flicked out and traced around the shape, making her try to squirm away from him. He started squeezing and molesting her captive body.

His left hand hefted and squeezed and occasionally slapped both cheeks of her tight, firm buttocks. He palmed the soft flesh of her firm butt, wiggling each cheek around and squeezing it into different shapes with his large, strong hand. He played with her bottom firmly, working her flesh and making her butt jiggle in his hand. She could still feel the silent butt-plug shifting a little deep in her rear as he pawed her buttocks.

Meanwhile his right hand closed over the soft and swelling shape of her right breast. His large hand grasped as much of her pliant flesh as he could and squeezed it, making it bulge between his fingers and making her swollen nipple rub against his palm. Abigail closed her eyes in shame and helplessness as Jake helped himself to her vulnerable teenage body.

His right hand swapped over to her other breasts and repeated the firm squeeze there. This time, his fingers drew into the centre of her soft breast, honing in on her areola and finally closing in to grab her nipple. She gasped as his strong fingers squeezed and pulled her nipple away from her body, causing her whole breasts to peak around his tugging.

Jake firmly molested both large breasts in turn, squeezing the soft flesh and tugging on her sensitive nipples. He could noticeably feel her nipples swelling, elongating and throbbing between his fingers. She gave off little mewls and whimpers each time he squeezed her nipples. One at a time he began to roll her nipples firmly between finger and thumb, sending short pangs of pleasure shooting straight down and into her pussy.

Then Jake moved around to her front and bent down. She squealed and opened her eyes in surprise as his mouth closed in on one nipple and sucked it firmly into his warm mouth. His tongue bathed the throbbing bud with saliva as it rubbed back and forth, nudging her swollen teat this way and that and trying to stimulate it further. Then he swapped his mouth to her other breast suckling it hard and nudging the tip backwards and forward with his wet tongue.

Meanwhile, as his left hand clamped over her bottom and held her steady while his mouth was occupied with both her phenomenal breasts in turn, his free right hand stroked down her front. It travelled over the tight lace basque and onto the soft skin of her abdomen. She shivered in anticipation as his hand slid lower, over her baby-soft smooth mound and down to the slightly spread lips of her young pussy.

Abigail sobbed as his hand cupped her dripping pussy and his fingers dipped between the lips to run through her slit from bottom to top. He could feel the wetness from her own excretions mixed with the cum from the uncle still dribbling out of her tight hole. While Jake would normally have liked to eat her out, he was certainly not going to do so with someone else's cum present. But he was happy to have sloppy seconds and finger her for a while.

While he held her bottom steady and suckled on a nipple, he ran his fingers back and forward between her legs. He spread the combined juices leaking out of her pussy all over her slightly spread lips, keeping them wet. He slipped his finger-tips through her gash, making her whimper and tremble each time. He worked her slit, making more of her girl juice flow between her thighs.

At the front of each stroke, his fingers started to brush across her prominent clit. This sharp stimulation made her gasp and so he deliberately lingered over her clit more and more each time he reached it. With each stroke, he slipped his fingers deeper between her pussy-lips, delving up and into her warm, sensitive body, before his fingers reached her clit.

He circulated his finger-tips around and over the throbbing bud, loving how her plaintive mewls from behind the large ball gag got louder and more pitiful as he stroked her clit. He prodded it and nudged it and at one point squeezed it. This elicited a sharp shriek from Abigail as her sensitive bud was abused a little too hard. Jake relented and didn't repeat the exercise, but kept fingering her clit and her slit.

His mouth meanwhile was busy alternating between her breasts and trying to get her already swollen nipples to extend and swell even more than they had. They were soon blood-filled over-sensitive, throbbing peaks of flesh being sucked and licked firmly within his mouth. Each time his lips tugged on a nipple, it sent a sharp twinge of pleasure straight down into her core, close to her G-spot.

As if the clit and nipple stimulation wasn't enough, Jake's hand on her rear had kept moving around. He kept stroking, squeezing, hefting, rubbing, playfully smacking and exploring her pert bottom, and so it was inevitable that his fingers eventually closed in on the end of the butt-plug vibrator. It had at sometime switched itself off or had been switched off. In any case, Jake started to prod the end, sending jolts of pressure straight up through her rear and into her guts.

Abigail was lost in a sea of humiliation and helplessness. Here she was, bound, gagged, exposed and being erotically stimulated against her will by her best friend's older brother. Her clit tingled, her nipples ached, her bottom felt full, her whole body was on fire under the sexual stimulation being imposed on her. And it got worse.

Jake's fingers on her clit dropped down and delved between her lips, but this time, they kept sliding into her. She gasped anew as she felt three thick fingers thrust into her pussy and start to explore inside her. She could feel them wiggling in different directions, rubbing across all sorts of private and sensitive areas, spreading the juice all around. She couldn't help gushing more girl juice as he fingered her as deep as he could reach three fingers into her.

Then the long middle finger curled upward at the front and sought her most sensitive spot at all. Her eyes half-lidded in surprised arousal as his fingertip found and gently stroked across her hyper-sensitive G-spot. Her body quivered in his hands as he began to stroke his fingers in and out of her slippery hole, while his middle finger-tip stroked erotically across her already tingling G-spot.

Abigail's body could not resist such erotic and insidious sexual stimulation. She closed her eyes and succumbed to the sensual assault on her body. Her whole nervous system was tingling in pleasure, and her body was quivering from head to toe.

And then he started pumping the butt-plug in and out of her bottom which made things even worse! Or better!? she couldn't think straight to work out what was what, with a nipple being suckled, her bum being worked and a finger-tip stroking her precious spot while two other digits finger-fucked her. It was maddening and pleasurable and humiliating and nice and frustrating all at the same time, and she couldn't order her thoughts to work out how she felt. She just felt overwhelmingly helpless and aroused.

Jake seemed to love gorging himself on the vulnerable girl, having lusted after her for a few years and realising he had his hands on her (and in her) at last, he was making the most of it. He could feel the beautiful girl slowly succumbing to his erotic stimulation. He knew she was already so incredibly aroused she probably ached and was ready to burst into tears of frustration at any second.

He could feel her orgasm building slowly, slowly, more intensely, building, building. Her nerves were tensing up while her muscles fluttered and quivered all over her body. She was making wonderfully pathetic mewls and whimpers as he stroked and sucked and pumped her body in his hands, getting her closer and closer to a release that he knew her body absolutely craved, but that her mind probably didn't. That was if her mind hadn't already turned to mush.

But lovely as it was to play with her sexually responsive young body, Jake had another pressing matter to attend to, in the shape of rather a large package wedged down one trouser leg and literally aching to get loose. While still working her pussy with one hand, he released her nipple from his mouth. He pushed the butt-plug, still turned off, as deep as he could into her bottom, and raised himself to full height.

With one hand still inside her pussy, pumping her and stroking her G-spot to keep her on edge, he undid his fly and his belt. His trousers fell to the floor and he shrugged them off and stepped out of them, not once losing the rhythm of his fingers in her pussy. Abigail's eyes were still closed and while she could now feel the pressure in her rear constant and the warm tug on one of her nipples cease, she was still on the edge of a massive orgasm due to the finger-tip still brushing regularly across her sensitive internal spot.

Jake wasn't wearing any underwear, and his large cock projected proudly out from his loins, pointing right up towards his goal. It throbbed, achingly hard already, even as he stroked it absent-mindedly to confirm it's readiness to take his prize. He stroked himself into a full, rock-hard erect state, driven on by the sight of the captive babe in front of him and her pitiful mewls of helpless arousal as he fingered her sweet spot within her dripping pussy.

She was so close to coming that she almost felt disappointed when she felt his fingers slip from inside her. She grunted in mild frustration but kept her eyes closed, waiting for her body to calm down having been kept on edge for a good while now. She felt strong hands place firmly on her hips, holding her still.

Abigail's beautifully large almond-shaped brown eyes opened in surprise as she felt a large, hot ball of flesh bump against her clit. She stared in anguish straight up into Jake's smiling face as he nudged his large cock-head against her throbbing bud before dipping it down between her pussy lips. She whimpered and trembled as she felt him work the tip up and down her spread and dripping wet pussy-lips, getting his bell-end smothered in her copious juices.

Then she squeaked in protest and reluctant arousal as he rested the hot, throbbing ball into the entrance to her pussy. She could feel a gentle pressure trying to spread her lips wide and gain entry into her inner sanctum. He could surely feel her body trembling against his tip and under the strong grip of his hands on her hips. Abigail sobbed in helplessness as her body was teased by just his cock-head as he held her captive and taunted her.