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.