MUSICAL CAPTORS

BY JILL THE SUB

[ part 4 ]

Jill & L. A.

Elai had calmed down a little from the arousal of her makeout session with Scott, and was starting to feel confused- what the hell was all that about back there? And a little vulnerable- she was still tied up and had her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, a pretty compromising position. She started struggling to get free of her bonds and suddenly gasped in surprise as Jill reached over the windowsill and acrobatically flipped herself into the room from outside.

Smoothly recovering herself, she stood up and came over to the bed in what she hoped was a seductive glide and not a desperate scramble. She snuggled up onto the bed next to Elai. She didn’t know how to start exactly, although she daydreamed about moments like this- but usually the setting was her own bed, sometimes Elai’s, never Scott’s mom’s. Thinking of Scott’s mom and where they were reminded her of what she had planned for today, and her hand fell to the cigar box by them.

“So, okay, let me be honest with you, Elai. I’m not really here to save you from Scott’s evil clutches. I’m really here to get my own evil clutches on you.” Jill laughed nervously. She hoped opening with a joke would break the tension, but its hard to know if a joke worked when your audience can’t laugh. Jill risked a quick, awkward glance at Elai, who was looking up at her with large, wondering eyes. Jill felt her heart quicken a pace, and it was already thundering pretty good from the sprint around the house and the flip into the window.

“Actually, I was just wondering, if, umm…if you ever think about me?” My god that sounded lame, Jill thought. If only her daydreams had included a script. “What I mean is, I know that I hang around Scott a lot, I knew him way before you two started dating, and I hope you weren’t jealous of me, because I wasn’t jealous of you. I hoped we could be friends, actually I hoped we might be more than friends?”

Elai didn’t give any indication that she understood at all what Jill was talking about. Jill was tempted to take her gag off for this heart to heart talk that was really one-sided, but then realized that for this part, it was better if Elai just listened. Then she thought, maybe it’s better to show her instead of trying to tell her.

“…and friends share things with each other. Like, right now, I want to introduce you to a very special friend of mine.” She flipped open the cigar box, and brought out …a dildo. Elai’s eyes grew large and a little alarmed. The dildo was one size short of intimidating.

“See, Scott lured you here and we tied you up, then he started getting you all hot and bothered, lathered up, wet and steamy…and then left you with me. I bet I can show you moves Scott never dreamed of. I’ll take care of you Elai…” and Jill set the dildo aside for the moment, and started to massage Elai. She started with her shoulders, and worked down her arms, and then forward onto her chest.

There she took a handful of Elai’s newly developing breasts and started to work them, knead them, grope them, and she worked down to get the nipples between her index fingers and thumbs, and rolled them through the soft material of Elai’s shirt. She knew that Scott had gotten Elai’s bra off, and that made this much easier. But as Elai’s small breasts were starting to swell and respond, as her little nipples perked up from the attention, Jill worked lower, across Elai’s smooth, soft tummy.

Jill was meeting Elai’s growing arousal with her own. After all, she had daydreamed about this moment, and had been building to it for over an hour now, ever since Scott told her Elai was coming. Jill realized a little late that she wasn’t really dressed for seduction- her t-shirt, cutoffs and sneakers weren’t what she had in mind. She thought about stopping to take her own clothes off before pouncing on Elai and stripping her down, but she couldn’t bear to take her hands off Elai now that she’d started.

Her fingers ran lower, down Elai’s abdomen, lower, and she felt Elai’s tummy flutter and kick like a thousand nervous butterflies were trying to break free. Jill’s own insides were trembling like an earthquake. Her fingers continued down, delicately, almost timidly, to where Scott’s hands had been only a few minutes earlier…down, sneaking & snaking into Elai’s panties, and slowly peeling back the silky material to get to her soft, delicate down.

Elai started to moan into the gag and shake her head. What did Jill think she was doing, touching her like this? Scott may have done that, but that was different, he was her boyfriend. But no one was supposed to be touching her like this, not tied up like this, and especially not another girl! What was going on here? But try as she might, Elai couldn’t get her brain back in charge, it was like her emotions had shut down her brain, and her body was controlling her emotions…and now Jill was controlling her body.

Jill grabbed the top of Elai’s jeans, and started working them down over her hips, exposing more skin, like opening the gates to the playground. Then she tugged the bottom of Elai’s shirt up, up, up, and exposed her breasts, newly developing, small but exquisite. Jill lowered herself onto Elai, ignoring the bound girl's head-shaking and protesting moans. She started kissing Elai on her chest, while her fingers started exploring the soft, downy hairs of her love-patch.

Jill was so aroused at warming up her captive’s body that when the phone on the night stand next to her rang, her heart leaped into her throat. Too startled to think clearly, Jill instinctively answered the phone to stop the ringing.

“Hullo?”

“Hi, Amanda, it’s Aunt Karen. I just wanted to tell you I’m running late, but I’ll still be there tonight, just don’t panic if I’m not right on time. I’ll see you later tonight, sweetie, bye.”

Jill knew Karen, and Karen knew Jill. Karen was Scott’s mom’s younger sister, only about 10 years older than Jill. Jill didn’t think she sounded anything like Amanda, even on the phone, but wasn’t surprised that Karen couldn’t tell the difference. Karen wasn’t completely irresponsible, but was a more than a little scatter-brained, the kind you get only after smoking a lot of pot. But Jill didn’t have time to think about that now. Because just after Karen hung up, Jill heard a second click, of someone else hanging up a phone.

Jill panicked, but didn’t know what to do- should she try to hide Elai? Should she try to get out the window? Should she hide here? Was it Scott who picked up the phone or Amanda? Jill barely had time to think of any of these as Scott burst in the room, and stormed toward the bed.