CAUGHT

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 4 ]

Vicki was frozen in fear as the door swung open. Her mother’s face appeared in the doorway. It went from a blank expression to a shocked look as she took in the sight of the three girls snuggled on the bed. “What are you doing?” she demanded, not even remembering Vicki wasn’t even supposed to be in the house. “And what are they wearing? Where’s your brother?”

Vicki didn’t want to answer the first two questions, but she didn’t mind answering the last one and dragging Harry into the mess as well. “He’s in his room with Wendy.”

“What’s he doing with Wendy?” asked their mother rhetorically. “Don’t any of you move. I’ll be right back and you better be still right *there*.”

The three girls froze again, wondering what the woman would do to them. The door closed and they heard her footsteps pound down the hall.

Harry was still fumbling with the first knot on Wendy’s ankle when his mom came into the room. He stopped what he was doing when the door opened and turned to face his mother. His head hung in shame. “I left you in charge and this is what happens?” said his mom. She came into the room, noticing that Wendy wasn’t going anywhere. Her son at least had good taste in girls, she thought as she ran her eyes over Wendy. She noticed how Wendy struggled at her bonds, only making the whole scene more erotic.

“So, you’re into girls and your sister is into girls, too, I see,” said his mom. She stepped closer to Wendy and ran her finger lightly up Wendy’s leg. Both Harry and Wendy were surprised at the intimate touch of the woman. This was not the reaction they’d expected. “And I daresay, someone had to hold still while she was being tied to the bed, didn’t someone?” accused the mother of three.

“Yes, ma’am,” squeaked Wendy. Her fantasy was turning into a nightmare as she continued to work at the ropes, but simply pulling on them would never get her free. “Please, untie me.”

“No, I don’t think so,” said Harry’s mom. “Not yet anyway. Harry, come with me.” She turned and walked back out with Harry on her heels. As he stepped through the door, Harry looked back at Wendy. He shrugged at her as if to say there was nothing else he could do. She wasn’t going anywhere.

His mom led Harry back to Vicki’s room where they found the three girls just where they’d been told to stay. “I’ve decided what to do,” said their mom. “Can we restrain these two somehow,” she indicated the cat girls, “so the three of us can have a private talk.”

Vicki showed her mom how the two 10-year-olds had been tied up earlier and soon they were tied to the chair again. Then they followed their mom out of the room. Their mom was acting odd, not yelling at them or anything they’d expected. The calm, cool exterior seemed to hide something now. Neither of them felt like they were in trouble, especially since their mom hadn’t untied any of their victims.

“Perhaps you think you can imagine my surprise at finding this going on in my house,” said their mom. “But I don’t think you can understand the full depth of my surprise. Coming home and finding three nude girls tied is something that would surprise any mother. But I guess it’s time I told you the truth since it appears that bondage and domination run in the family.”

She sat down, indicating her two children should sit also. The two were grateful to sit since they hadn’t a chance to put on anything. They say with their hands in their laps, modestly covering themselves in front of their mother. “You mother is not a decorating consultant. I am a mistress who makes very good money by doing to grown men and women what you are doing to those girls. My professional name is Isis, though many of my clients call me Mistress I.”

“A mistress?!” said Vicki.

“People pay to be tied up?” said Harry.

Both of them looked at there mother in a new light. She’d never quite been the prim, proper mother like other kids had, but neither had they thought of her as a professional dominatrix. They hadn’t even thought of their mother as having sex since she never brought a man home or even dated.

“You know what I think,” said Melinda to Paula. The two had knelt on the chair in silence for a while contemplating their fate.

“What?” Paula’s voice trembled as she replied.

“I think my mom thinks Vicki and Harry are too old to get spanked. She’s giving them a good talking to, but she left us like this because she’s gonna come back and spank us.”

“Oooo, don’t say that,” wailed Paula. “I don’t want to get spanked again.”

“Well, what do you think is going to happen?” asked Melinda. “I mean, jeez, I didn’t expect mom to leave us tied up like this. She even made Vicki tie us back up.”

“Oh, no,” said Paula. “Maybe she’s calling my parents. Maybe she wants them to see what we’ve been doing.”

“What do you think she’s doing to Wendy?” asked Melinda.

“Probably the same thing she’s doing with Harry and Vicki,” said Paula. “Just talking to them. It’s just us that’s still naked and tied up. Oh, Melinda, why did she leave us tied up.” The two girls continued to work themselves up, each only feeding on the fears of the other.

Down the hall, Wendy had no one to talk to. She could only lay in silence, remembering that accusing voice telling her that she’d let herself get tied up. The way Harry’s mom had looked at her, talked to her, and then left her like this was ominous. She wondered if his mom was a lesbian like his sister. Would his mom come back and take advantage of her? Would his mom send Harry back? Would she ever get free again? Her blood ran cold as her imagination ran wild. Her parents would come looking for her and then Harry, Vicki, Melinda, and their mom would all shake their heads and say they hadn’t seen her and Paula. She’d be tied up and locked in a closet when she wasn’t tied. No one would ever know what had happened to her.

“So, it appears that you’ve both found submissives to play with,” said Isis. “As your mother I suppose I should stop you, but Isis can’t deny you your natural urges. So, Harry what were you planning on doing with Wendy tied up like that?”

Isis was a little disappointed at Harry’s imagination as he told her, so she coached Harry on how to fulfill Wendy’s fantasy better. She knew what Wendy wanted. A girl who let herself get tied up wanted to be taken, not seduced. Rough treatment, not tender treatment would get Wendy’s motor running, but at the same time she was cautious not to interject any of her more experienced clients’ desires. Then she asked Vicki the same question. “You, my dear, don’t need any help,” she said to her daughter after listening to the girl’s sinister plans. She turned to Harry, “You can take a lesson from your sister.”

“Now go back and finish what you started. If you can get your submissives to agree to another session next Saturday, then I will teach you more than you imagined.”

Harry and Vicki walked back down the hall, but before they went their separate ways, Harry said, “Clothespins? On their nipples?”

“Yeah,” said Vicki. “Want a couple for Wendy?”

“Sure,” said Harry. After she returned with two clothespins, Vicki briefly coached her big brother on the proper way to attach a clothespin, even teasing her young nipple to hardness right in front of him, and then went back to her room. Harry was surprised and embarrassed that his cock got hard watching his little sister play with herself, but she didn’t seem to notice.

Paula and Melinda turned as Vicki came back into the room for the second time in barely a minute. That first time she’d said nothing in response to their pleas and questions, but taken something and left quickly. The two had a moment to ponder just what that meant before Vicki came back.

“What’s going on?” demanded Melinda. Why had mom left them alone, tied, and naked? Why had mom let Vicki come back naked and with the evil smile on her face? What had happened outside the room in the eternity it had taken Vicki to return?

“Are… … are… … are……” said Paula, unable to get more than a single word out amid her sobs.

“Are, are, are,” said Vicki. “You sound more like a seal than a kitty cat.” She ran her hand lightly over Paula’s bare back. “Can you meow for me?”

“Huuuh, huuuuh,” sobbed Paula, trying to catch her breath. “Huuuh, m-m-meooowww.”

“That’s so nice,” said Vicki, caressing the young girl’s cheek. She turned to Melinda. “Can you meow for me, too?”

Though she was shaking with fear, Melinda was still defiant. She stared coldly at her sister for a moment before she said, “I want mom.”

“Hah,” said Vicki. “Mom’s seen you. Mom helped me tie you to the chair. Mom knows just what’s going on in here.” She pressed up against the bare ass of her sister and reached under her. Finding the soft nipples, she tweaked them to hardness. Melinda squirmed with fright and humiliation, but she couldn’t move very far. Once the 10-year-old’s nipples were hard, pointing out like pencil erasers, Vicki picked up two clothespins. She gave Melinda’s right nipple a final tweak and clamped the pin on her sister’s swollen nipple.

“Aaaahhhhh, oooohhhhh, V-vicki, wh-what’s that. Oh, it hurts, take it off,” squealed Melinda as her tiny nipple was crushed.

As Vicki tweaked her left nipple, Melinda’s voice rose in desperation, “Not that one, too, please, d… aaahhhh, eeeeee, Vicki, I’m telling.”

“Who are you telling, Melinda?” asked Vicki. “Mom? She knows what’s going on in here. She told me to have a good time with you.”

“She w-wouldn’t.”

“Then where is she?”

Melinda was silent, knowing that Vicki was telling the truth. She didn’t know why, but she did know that her mom didn’t care about her aching nipples. “Take them off, please.”

“You gonna meow for me?”

“Meow, meow, meow,” said Melinda without much conviction

“They aren’t coming off for that,” said Vicki.

“Mmmmrreeeeoooowwwww,” said Melinda, desperate to please her sister.

“Wiggle your ass,” said Vicki.

Melinda wiggled her delectable little bottom.

“Spread your legs and say finger fuck me, Vicki.”

Melinda spread her legs and looked back over her shoulder at her sister. “Finger fuck me, Vicki,” she said.

“So so nice,” said Vicki as she walked in front of her little sister. She put her face close to the tied girl. Melinda could feel the warm breath of her sister as Vicki said, “Now, say thank you for hurting my nipples.”

“Vicki, I don’t like this game,” said Melinda.

“Oh, yes, you do,” said Vicki. “You don’t even know the rules of the game yet, but you like it.” She licked at Melinda’s cheek and then pressed her lips to Melinda’s lips. Taken by surprise, the captive let Vicki’s tongue invade her mouth.

When Vicki broke the kiss she said, “Know how I know you like the game?”

“No,” breathed Melinda softly. She was feeling a tingle in her pussy just from the kiss.

“Because, because, because,” said Vicki, teasing her sister.

“Because what?”

“Because you could take the clothespins off yourself if you wanted to.”

Melinda looked at her chest, then the ropes that bound her. She couldn’t leave the chair, but she most certainly could reach the clothespins with her hands and take them off. She looked back at Vicki.

“See,” said Vicki. “You don’t even know the rules, but you know you can’t take the clothespins off. Say thank you and then I’ll let you take them off.”

“Thank you, Vicki,” said Melinda.

“Thank me for what?”

“Thank you for… hurting my nipples.”

“OK, Melinda kitty girl, you can take the one off your right nipple.”

Melinda reached her hand to her chest and took off only one clothespin. She held it out, not knowing what to do with it now.

Her sister explained what she was to do with it. “Reach under Paula and grab her right nipple. I want you to make it hard like I did yours and then put the clothespin on her.”

With her hands bound, Melinda found it awkward to reach under Paula and tweak her nipple until it was hard, but she managed. “Oooohhh,” moaned Paula in anticipation of the pain she was being prepared for. She’d heard Melinda’s reaction when the pins had first been applied. “Please, Vicki, don’t make her do it,” she pleaded.

“But she has to now,” said Vicki. “Know why?”

“No, why?”

“Because, because, because,” said Vicki with a sinister smile.

“Because why?” asked Paula, her voice quavering.

“Because I told her to,” said Vicki. “Because now if I stopped her you’d think all you had to do is whine and I’d change my mind. Nope, can’t do it.” As she said it, all three girls knew that became a rule of the game.

Melinda pulled down on Paula’s swollen and hard nipple with one hand and clipped the clothespin on with the other. “Aaahhhh, owwwww,” whined Paula. She thought about taking it off, but it was against the rules. She didn’t know what Vicki would do if she broke the rules, but being tied, naked, and helpless, she didn’t want to find out.

“That’s my good little kitty girl,” said Vicki, rewarding Paula with a soft caress on her cheek. “Now, Melinda, you may take off the other clothespin and put it on Paula.”

Melinda wasted no time in removing the pin and getting it clipped on her best friend. Again Paula moaned in pain, but did nothing.

“You just might just be my favorite kitty girl,” said Vicki as she watched Paula squirm. Melinda felt a pang of jealousy that Paula might be Vicki’s favorite. Vicki bent low to Paula’s face and kissed her long and hard. When she broke the kiss, she said, “Know what makes you my favorite?”

“N-no,” said Paula. It felt nice in an odd sort of way to be Vicki’s favorite, but she wasn’t sure if she really wanted to be.

“Because you held still and let Melinda do it to you. You did just what I wanted you to do. See, I surprised Melinda with the clips, but you knew what was coming and you held still anyway.”

Paula nodded. “Thank you for hurting my nipples,” she said.

“That’s so sweet,” said Vicki. “Here, let me take them off now.”

Paula stretched up offering her flat chest to Vicki. The young mistresses pulled off the clothespins and then quickly bent to kiss Paula’s sore nipples. She kissed, licked, and sucked on them, making Paula forget the pain.

“I’ll bet that feels good,” said Vicki.

“Uh huh,” agreed Paula. It did feel good. It felt good on her nipples and, though she couldn’t figure out why, it felt good down between her legs.

“You do it to me now,” said Vicki, offering her small tits to the 10-year-old. Paula leaned forward and did as she was told. This was much more fun than having her nipples hurt.

“Can I do it some, too,” asked Melinda.

“Sure,” said Vicki. “You want to do it to me or to Paula?”

“To you,” said Melinda quickly. She hadn’t even thought of doing it to Paula. But now she glanced at her friend’s nipples, too.

“How about both of us,” said Vicki. “But me first.”

“OK,” said Melinda.

Vicki stepped closer to Melinda and let her little sister suck on her nipples for a minute. “Now do Paula,” said Vicki.

She watched the two girls lick and suck on each other’s hard nipples. When she was as excited as she could stand, Vicki untied the girls’ leashes from the chair and led them over to her bed. She lay down on her back and guided Paula on her hands and knees until the precious little pussy was right above her. She could tilt her head back and look up at Paula’s chest. Paula was trembling with excitement as well.

Paula jumped as Vicki’s tongue first touched her. She hadn’t known what to expect, but the touch of the soft tongue on her inner thigh felt nice. She felt it trace up her thigh and then lick her tingling pussy right where she wanted it.

Contented sounds rumbled from Vicki as the older girl licked at the bald pussy. This was her second time this afternoon that she was attending to the preteens’ pussies and she’d already decided she liked the slick 10-year-old pussies far better than her friends’ downy or hairy pussies. She licked furiously at the damp pussy, coaxing more juices from it and more squirming and squealing from the happy Paula.

Reaching up to put her hands on Paula’s soft ass, Vicki pulled her face firmly against Paula’s pussy, pushing her tongue inside the virgin cunt. Then she licked up and down the tasty slit until Paula came and rolled contentedly onto her back.

“Now you do it,” Vicki said to her sister.

“Do it?” asked Melinda in confusion. There were so many choices and they all looked like fun. Did Vicki want her to lick Paula? Was she supposed to lick Vicki? Was she supposed to take Paula’s place? “Do what?”

“Come get over me like Paula was,” demanded Vicki. “I want you pussy, too.”

“Cool,” said Melinda as she positioned herself over Vicki’s face. Then she too felt the touch of Vicki’s tongue tracing on her thighs before it homed in on her pussy. This time Vicki’s hands ran up her sister’s tummy and to her flat chest where they found Melinda’s proud nipples. “Ooo, yeah,” cooed Melinda as her sister teased her closer and closer to orgasm. The pull on her nipples sent chills through her body until the eager tongue brought her over the edge.

“Now do me,” Vicki told the cat girls, demanding her payment as their mistress. “Melinda, you lick my pussy this time. Paula, come suck my tits.”

After Vicki came, the three lay cuddling on the bed for a few minutes. Later, as they pulled themselves apart, Vicki told the two of them. “I want you in my room every Saturday afternoon from now on.” The two girls nodded happily. Their own tie up games had never been this much fun.

When Harry went into the room where Wendy lay waiting, he found much the same thing as Vicki had found. Wendy looked at him, fear in her eyes – fear of the unknown. She’d asked for this, but everything had changed when Harry’s mom came home and caught them. “P-p-please, H-harry,” said Wendy as she lay stretched and vulnerable. “Let me go.” But she could tell from his look that he wasn’t going to.

Harry was a bit confused at Wendy’s words. She’s asked for this. When he’d left her, she was an eager and willing participant. Now she was not. Had he been a gentleman, he might have released her. But he was a horny teen who’d been urged on by this little sexpot. Now as he ran his eyes over his body, both his cock and his resolve hardened.

“We’ve got a few things to take care of before I let you go, Wendy,” said Harry, determined to follow his mo… Isis’ advice. He stepped close to the struggling girl, raised his hand, and brought his palm firmly down on Wendy’s thigh.

“Owwww,” said Wendy as she was slapped for the first time. “No, I don’t want…”

“Quiet,” snapped Harry, slapping her thigh again. He was pleased that her mouth shut instantly. She gazed back at him with a new fear in her eyes. “You’re a pretty girl,” said Harry. “Very lovely.” He raised his hand again. “Very sexy.” Slap! “I’m going to give you just what you want.”

He walked around the bed. “Tied like that I can look anywhere I want. I can admire your nice tits. I can stare at your pussy. I can gaze into your beautiful eyes. And I can touch you anyway I want. I can caress your skin.” He ran his hands over her tummy. “Or I can slap you.” He slapped her other thigh, making her jump.

“You know you’re a naughty girl for letting yourself get tied up like that.”

“Uh uh,” Wendy shook her head no. “I’m not a…” Slap! She shut her mouth.

“That wasn’t really a question,” said Harry. “You are a naughty girl. Do you know what naughty girls get?”

“Uh uh,” said Wendy, daring a quick answer with a shake of her head. She winced, wondering if a slap was coming.

“That’s right,” said Harry. “You don’t know, but you have an idea. Now I’m going to show you what naughty girls get.”

He lay on top of her, pressing his lips to hers and forcing his tongue into her mouth. She resisted for a moment, but he’d been there before with her permission. Not only was it pointless to resist him, it felt good to have him kiss her. She felt a warmth in her body as he took her. This was what she’d wanted – to have him take control.

Harry kissed his way down her throat, her shoulders, and finally to her tits. There he sucked on them for a few seconds before taking a nipple between his teeth. He bit softly, but it was enough to surprise her. And when he pulled up, stretching her nipple, it hurt. “Aahhhh,” she gasped in surprise, but there was nothing she could do to stop him. As the warmth spread, she knew there was nothing that she wanted to do to stop him. She was just thinking, if this is what naughty girls get, then I’m going to be naughty with him anytime and then she blanched when he pulled out the clothespins.

She didn’t know what the clothespins were for, but she knew they were out of place between two lovers. She watched warily as Harry teased her nipple until it stuck half an inch out. Then he casually reached out with his thumb and forefinger, stretching it even more as he clamped the clothespin on her. There was a brief moment as the jaws of the clamp were still open, poised around her sensitive nipple, where she thought, “This is gonna hurt.” Then the clamp closed. “Eeeeeee, Harrreeeee,” she squealed as pain shot through her tit.

For the second time the thought of releasing her went through Harry’s head. He wondered what had possessed him to this cruelty until he saw her delectable body writhing in pain. Nothing had ever looked sexier to him and his cock had never been harder. So, instead of releasing her, he bent to suck on the other nipple.

Shock and disbelief went through Wendy, catching her squeals in her throat as he bent to the second nipple. He was going to do it to the other one, too! Now she became fully aware of her precarious position. Her hands were useless. She was practically shoving her tits out, begging for him to do whatever he wanted. She looked down at her own heaving chest, watching him suckle on her tit. This is what naughty girls get, she thought.

As he pulled her second nipple up with his thumb and forefinger, she watched with a curious anticipation. This was gonna hurt again, but there was no sense of dread. This is what naughty girls get, she reminded herself as the clamp closed on her. “Haaahhh, aaahhh,” she gasped as the pain shot through her. She gritted her teeth and looked down at her tits. To her, the recently grown mounds on her chest had been a nuisance, an oddity, and a distraction. For the first time she saw them as sexy. Amid the pain, she was happy that she was sexy. She felt good that he’d taken the time to adorn her tits, to focus both their attention on them. Without even a conscious thought, she arched her back slightly, pushing her chest and her tits just a little higher.

She licked her lips, pouting them sexily at him. As her sister had learned, she knew there were rules to the game. He’d made it clear that she wasn’t to speak. And even more, she knew a naughty girl couldn’t ask for what she wanted. She was pleased when Harry took the unspoken invitation and pressed his lips roughly to hers. A tingling warmth started in her stomach. This tingle was distinctly different from anything she’d ever felt before. Instinctively she knew it was sexual, but with more depth than ever.

Harry pulled away from her. He rose and stood by the bed, again running his eyes over her. The clothespins had heightened his awareness of Wendy’s helplessness, too. He’d wondered about using them as Vicki had described, but now he knew they would stay for a while. The fear had faded from Wendy’s eyes to be replaced by a look he wasn’t quite familiar with. The look of submission and lust in her eyes conjured up one word for him… hunger. She wanted more.

Running his eyes down to her pussy, Harry noticed how wet she was. It was not only her eyes, but her pussy that was begging for more. From his studies, Harry knew there was one way to stimulate the brain and another to stimulate something else like a pussy. Instinctively he knew that stimulating Wendy’s brain would bring more pleasure. Her pussy would have to wait for a few minutes. Instead, he knelt over her face, his cock dangling right in front of her. “Lick it,” he told her.

Her tongue snaked out and licked the shaft. The sight of her nude, tied, and struggling in pain had been erotic, but as her tongue ran up and down his cock, Harry felt a sexual rush. The sense of having someone do his bidding was thrilling. The sight of a 12-year-old girl licking his cock at his command was even better. He knew from his many masturbatory experiences that he was close to cumming, but that this level of stimulation would keep him only close… never all the way. He needed more. And she needed his cock in her pussy.

Still, there was one more thing left to fulfill his fantasy. He pulled back and rose slightly, positioning the tip of his cock to her submissive tongue. She licked the head, catching his precum. She pulled back in surprise as the taste changed. Then she licked again. As he pushed down, she opened her mouth, letting him in. She knew it was what he wanted. And so it was what she wanted. But, he only gave her a taste, a hint of his cock. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Moving quickly, desperately, he slid down her body and put his cock to the entrance of her sopping cunt. God, yes, she thought, finally. She dared not speak it. She almost wanted to yell, no, stop, don’t. It seemed like the right thing to say. But then he might actually stop. She was glad he didn’t. As his cock slid to its entire depth in one smooth stroke, she gasped in pleasure. It had been there earlier in the afternoon, but this was so much different, so much better.

They both came quicker than they wanted. There was a promise of even greater pleasure had they held off. But, there was no waiting today. She screamed unintelligibly, expressing her rapture while trying not to thank him over and over. He simply grunted, his face locked in what looked to Wendy as the most painful experience he’d ever had.

For a few minutes they lay together, their sweaty bodies gradually recovering from the exertion. Then, Harry pulled away. He stood and pulled his underwear and pants on. He untied Wendy. They dressed silently, unsure of how to transition from the slave-master role to just a couple of kids again. The moment was awkward until Harry remembered the one thing he had left to do. “Come back next Saturday. We’ll do it… better.”

She steadied herself. There was a better? But she knew he was right. There was more. There was a better. Yet, saying, “Sure, yeah, OK,” to the boy who’d just raped and abused her seemed wrong. And there was something she needed to say. “OK, but from now on, whenever I’m in your house, I’m your… your… I mean, I… you own me. You are my master and I’m your slave.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, from walking in the front door until I leave. You can do what you want. But, and this is important… only here. Not outside.”

He grinned. He ‘owned’ her. That sounded great. “OK, from now on. Not today.” The mood was lost. Today he couldn’t own her from here to the front door. He walked her out and kissed her as she left.