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BDSM Bandits: Victims

Trevor Winslow felt like he was swimming in quicksand. At least his brain felt that way. He was trying to fight his way through the black void of unconsciousness, and back into the light of day.

But it was night wasn’t it? He thought it was night. Yes it was night when he lost consciousness. It was nighttime and the last thing he remembered was..? Was..? He couldn’t remember what he had been doing. The veil of darkness was too thick, and though his brain was awake he could not yet connect to the world.

Focus on remembering, he kept telling himself. He knew that he needed to wake up, and felt that he needed to do so urgently, but the reason was not there yet. Almost like trying to put a name you can’t remember together with a face that you can’t even see. It was maddening. Focus, he chided himself again. What is the last thing you remember?

Friday, it was Friday and I had gone to pick up Mother at her lingerie store because her car was being serviced…

“Hi, Mom, are you almost ready?” Trevor said as he walked into the store.

“You’re early, Trevor, its only 8:30. We don’t even close for another thirty minutes.”

Trevor looked around the store as he walked toward the back register. Along with his mother, Gail, were Sherri and Emma, two college girls who worked part time in his mother’s lingerie store. He also noticed two customers in the store, probably a couple based on the way that the man was standing up front looking very uncomfortable, while the woman was busy holding up teddies, camisoles, and lacy peignoirs in front of a mirror.

Trevor knew that he was early, but he enjoyed watching his mother and the girls as they worked around the shop. His mother was tall (5′ 10″), thin, and beautifully elegant. She reminded him of Lauren Bacall in Key Largo only with Blonde hair. She wore a black and white pencil dress, with paisley accents, that fit her like a second skin and ended just above her knee. It had a slit up the back that flashed the occasional bit of thigh, and if you looked closely, as Trevor did, you could make out the clasps of her garter belt where they attached to the stockings she wore. With no visible panty or bra lines, Trevor’s cock stiffened slightly at the thought that his mother might be naked beneath the dress. He quickly chastised himself and moved further into the store.

Walking to the counter at the rear of the showroom, he took a seat on the small stool beside it, and reflected at just how strong a woman his mother was. Gail Winslow had opened the Lingerie store, with her husband, when Trevor was only 4 years old, and had been running it for fifteen years. When Trevor was thirteen, his father had run off with most of the company’s money, and one of the cashiers. In true British fashion, his mother had put on a brave face and stiff upper lip, but he had listened to her cry herself to sleep for months afterward. Once the crying stopped, she had devoted herself to Trevor and the business, and never looked back.

“Oh hell, where have they hit now?” Sherri asked, breaking him from his reverie.

“Where have who, hit now?”

Trevor contemplated the coed, with her bobbed brunette hair, and petite frame. He told her once that she looked like Audrey Hepburn and her only response had been, “Who?” Unfortunately Trevor knew that Sherri was an unabashed lesbian, so no matter what praise he may offer about her exquisitely tight body, it wouldn’t get him any closer to seeing that body in all of its glory. He might as well be pining for the moon.

“The bandits” she replied indicating the news report just coming over the radio, “Don’t you watch the news?”

Trevor just looked at her blankly, so she picked up a nearby newspaper and began to read aloud from it.

“Late Tuesday night, the Bondage Bandits struck again. This time venturing outside of Georgia for the second time during their 4 month long crime spree, and striking a small hardware store near Piedmont, Alabama. This is the tenth robbery so far that can be attributed to the bandits and authorities seem to have no leads in the case. Other than the bound state in which the victims are left, there seems to be no real pattern to the crimes. The robberies usually take place around closing time for each establishment and the businesses are left looking as if all is normal once the bandits have fled. The one thing that ties all of the crimes together is the way the victims are treated. In every case they have been found stripped naked and tied up, often in sexual positions. The robbers take cash and incidentals, but leave the store looking as if it has merely closed for the night. In several cases, the bandits have even turned on the security alarms before locking up the stores.”

“Tied up in sexual positions? What exactly does that mean?”

“Well, I know in one of the robberies there were two men and two women at the store, and they tied them up like they were in the sixty-nine position.”

“That could canlı bahis be interesting!”

“They were tied together by gender, and one of them said, ‘It doesn’t matter whether you are straight or not, but spend 8 hours like that and something is bound to happen.”

“What you mean the two guys…?” Emma questioned.

“That is what it sounded like.”

“Ew…”

Sherri laughed as the bleach blonde Emma wrinkled her nose in disgust at the thought. Emma was a typical Midwestern cheerleader type. High maintenance and built like a frat boy’s wet dream: 38D tits, 24 in waist, ass like Fergie, and long, long legs. Sherri and Emma were truly polar opposites, although Sherri’s 32C breasts looked just as huge as Emma’s, on her petite frame. Although Sherri’s bob cut gave her a slightly butch look, she was anything but, Sherri loved women not because she hated men, but because she loved women; their soft flesh, tender touch, their look, their taste, their feel, she loved it all! Emma on the other hand clung to the appearance of a good little religious girl, but she loved the feel of a man between her legs. That being said Emma was no slut, and any man lucky enough to share her bed did so only after proving that he could provide for her properly.

“Ms. Sherri, Ms. Emma, we still have a lot of work to finish tonight, chop, chop.” Gail chimed in attempting to restore order.

As the girls scampered back to work, Trevor forced himself to look away since he didn’t want to embarrass himself by walking around in front of his mother with a full-fledged hard on rather than just a chubby. His mother had never been prudish about sex, making sure that he was well educated on safety precautions, and how to treat a woman as a lady, but sex was not an everyday topic of conversation with her either. Picking up the paper, he began to read the article to himself from where Sherri had left off.

The FBI has been brought in, now that the Bandits had crossed a second state line. Beginning in Georgia they have also struck just across the border into South Carolina. Police suspect that they live in the Atlanta area and have set up a hotline for anyone with information. Witnesses have described them as being a Caucasian man and woman in their mid to late twenties. Although they are described as polite, they have been violent on several occasions, and they use firearms in the commission of their crimes. They seem to strike small and medium sized businesses where the cash take is not very high, but the number of employees is easy to track.

What does any of this have to do with anything? This doesn’t explain why I can’t wake up. Focus… How did you end up this way?

Time passed quickly as the three ladies went about preparing to close the store for the evening.

“I’m sorry folks but we are about to lock up, so if you could bring your selections to the counter, it would be greatly appreciated.” Gail informed the customers.

When Sherri and Emma had finished straightening out the store and running the vacuum they joined Gail at the register, as the young couple made their way to the back of the store.

“So why do you think they do it? What are they getting out of it?” questioned Sherri.

“What do you mean? Who?” responded Emma?

“You know, the “Bondage Bandits”” making air quotes around her head as she did so, “Why tie people up that way?”

Everyone was now standing around the register as the young lady placed her selections on the counter.

The young man reached into his pocket as he leaned toward Emma.

“We do it because we get off on it of course, and we prefer BDSM Bandits.” He said quietly.

Emma looked up quickly as the customer’s each produced a handgun and the man told everyone to remain calm and quiet. Gail quickly stepped between the gunmen and her cashiers to protect them. As the man lifted his gun and leveled it at Trevor’s mother, he decided to act. Leaping from the stool he dove toward the gunman. With a quick sidestep the gunman was able to avoid Trevor’s grab, and brought the pistol down hard on the back of his head.

…well that explains being unconscious, so why can’t I wake up?

He felt like he was slowly beginning to crawl out of the black. He still couldn’t move, speak, or open his eyes, but he became acutely aware of a sense of warmth along his chest and on the front of his legs, but it was hottest on his semi-hard penis. Suddenly consciousness washed over him, like breaking the water’s surface after diving to the bottom of the pool, and he bolted awake.

“Oh Trevor, thank God you are alright.” His mother cried out.

Still disoriented, everything was a blur, but his mother’s voice seemed to be right in his ear. “Yeah just a bit out of it, are you okay?”

“Yes, baby. Other than an extreme loss of dignity, we are all fine. It was you I was worried about. I thought you might have been dead until…”

“Until what?”

Trevor still could not focus enough to grasp bahis siteleri the situation. Where was his mother, anyway? He thought to himself. It sounded like she was below him somewhere.

Picking a spot below him, he stared at it and shook his head until his eyes finally regained their focus. He could see his mother’s long blonde hair, and the smooth skin of her back beneath him.

“Oh my god, mother, why are you naked?”

Suddenly Trevor was fully awake and aware of his mother beneath him. He could feel her warm skin pressing against his abdomen and the front of his thighs, meaning that the warmth against his penis was her vagina. His immediate instinct was to rise up and pull away from her, but as he tried he felt a rope tightening around his neck, restraining him. Slumping back forward, while trying not to touch his mother, he tried to take in their situation.

“Mother, what is going on, and where are Sherri and Emma?”

“Over here”, a voice cried out from off to his right.

Looking to his right he could see both of the girls. Sherri was lying on her back on the floor, resting on what looked like a pile of soft fabric, and Emma was tied above her. He could see that Emma’s knees were tied tightly underneath of Sherri’s head, but also tied tightly to Sherri’s arms. Following her arms up, Trevor could see that her hands were tied by a rope that ran around Emma’s waist, giving it the look that Sherri was hugging the other girl tightly. He had to assume that Emma was tied similarly on the other end, but what really caught his eye was Emma’s perfect ass and shaved pussy hovering just inches from Sherri’s face. Trevor looked a little too long, and felt his cock begin to rise until it contacted with the smooth cleft of his mother’s vagina, only then did he fully comprehend his own situation.

Gail had been tied below him on all fours. They were perched atop an old table in the storage room in the back of his mother’s shop. Her hands and knees were tied directly to the table’s legs in a crisscrossing pattern that rendered them completely immobile. A small wooden bench, from one of the changing rooms, had been placed beneath her so that she was unable to move down toward the table and could only pivot back a forth slightly. Trevor’s hands hand been tied together with a rope that ran below the table. Though it gave him more room to move, he quickly discovered that he could not reach any of the other ropes with either hand. His legs had been tied together with his mother’s , her knees resting just outside of his own, and he had a rope tied around his neck that tightened if he tried to raise up too far or move back too far. The rope ran below the table and then connected to his feet on the other end. The result being, that if he struggled too much against it, it would put pressure on the arteries in his neck. Rather than cutting off his breathing, it would restrict the flow of blood to his brain and cause him to pass out again.

“Trevor,” his mother spoke, “I realize that you are young and that hormonal reactions are hard to control, but let’s do try and be aware of the precarious nature of our situation, and do our best to control those urges.”

The prim and proper way that his mother spoke, combined with her accent, made it sound like he was small child being scolded for stealing a cookie, rather than because if his cock was to reach full mast, he would be precariously close to impaling his own mother with it.

“Uh, oh,” Sherri teased.

“Trevor’s getting a hard on, Trevor’s getting a hard on.” She continued in the sing-song tempo of a playground child.

“That will be quite, enough Sherri.” Gail responded, “This is certainly no laughing matter.”

Everyone became quiet for a few minutes, after that. Trevor leaned himself down against his mother’s back, which allowed him to move his hips back and break the sexual contact between them. Although, the feeling of his mother’s nylons, against his skin, combined with the thought of her being naked beneath him, was making it difficult for him to reign in his cock.

“How long was I out?”

“You’ve been unconscious for a little over an hour.” His mother responded, “They left me my watch, and it’s about 10:30 now.”

“10:30 No wonder I am so tired of holding my head up.” Emma complained. “Sorry Sherri, but I have got to rest my neck a bit.”

“That’s fine you’re not the first woman to have her face down there.”

Trevor took a break from scanning the storeroom for a way out of their predicament, and put his head down as well, resting it lightly on his mother’s back. He wondered what she was thinking as he inhaled the fragrance of her skin. If he had been able to hear inside of her mind at that moment, he would have been surprised to hear her chastising herself and struggling to keep her own urges under control.

Gail had not been touched, sexually by man or woman since her husband had left six years ago. And now the feeling of a strong man’s body pressed bahis şirketleri against hers, and the thought of a hard cock near her pussy was causing her to become very wet. She could feel her juices beginning to run down the inside of her thigh. She had chided her son about control, but now she was afraid that she would be the one to lose it.

“I’m sorry, Emma, but your pussy just looks and smells too good, I have to have a taste.” Sherri said suddenly.

“Have to wha… Oh God!”

Trevor looked over as Sherri buried her face into the young blonde’s pussy. Trevor couldn’t help but watch as she devoured it, her tongue lapping along the labial lips, before driving it deeply into Emma’s shaved slit. Sherri then closed her lips and sucked hard on Emma’s clit, sending her hormones into overdrive. Emma’s moans, and the sight of Sherri licking her sweet pussy, were having a dramatic effect on Trevor’s cock. Even pulled back as far as the ropes would allow, he could feel the tip press against the entrance to his mother’s vagina.

“Oh Emma, you taste so delicious. I always knew that you would.”

“Don’t stop, Sherri. Please! I never thought a woman could make me feel this good.”

Trevor was mesmerized by the sight of Sherri’s head and neck craning up as her tongue attacked the sweet peach above her. To his amazement he saw Emma dipping her head toward Sherri’s pussy. Though he could not see, he imagined Emma tentatively tonguing the tasty twat tied below her.

“That’s right Emma, taste my lips, lick my cunt, suck my fucking clit with those beautiful dick sucking lips of yours.”

Hearing the dirty words of encouragement, Emma began to increase her ministrations as her head thrashed slowly between Sherri’s thighs. As Trevor watched, his cock throbbed uncontrollably, pulsing up and down against his mother’s vagina. He noticed for the first time just how incredibly wet his mother’s pussy had become. Looking down he was shocked to see that her eyes were locked on her two employees intently. He could see her panting and watched as she swallowed hard and licked her lips. Trevor forced himself to look away and pulled backwards quickly until the rope around his neck tightened and he began to feel light-headed. Straining against the bonds for as long as he could bear, he nearly passed out again before finally leaning forward, gasping for air, and allowing the head of his cock to part the lips of his mother’s soaked labia for the first time.

A soft illicit moan escaped his mother’s lips, and their eyes met as she looked at him over her shoulder. He knew his mother well and could read all of the emotions in her eyes; fear, excitement, concern, and compassion, but the one he had never seen before was lust. He could read the desire in her eyes, as he felt her hunching her hips lightly against his cock. Both of them were fighting against the primal instincts welling up inside of them. Instincts that didn’t care about words like incest or the derogatory stigma of being a real life mother fucker. Instincts that only knew pleasure, instincts honed for the continuation of the species. As this war waged within Trevor and his mother, the moans from Sherri and Emma faded into the background. His heart beat miles a minute as he stared into his mother’s eyes.

“Trevor, my beautiful son, it’s been so long, and I know that it is terribly wrong, but I want you. I need you, so badly.” She trembled as she spoke.

“Mom, I love you, you know I do, and I have dreamed about this moment more than once, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, but do you really want me to?”

“Yes honey, I do. I love you and that will never change, but right now I need you! I need to feel you inside of me.”

She humped against him again, more strongly this time.

“Trevor, my love, I want you to fuck me. Shove that fat cock into my cunt and shag me like there is no tomorrow! ”

Hearing this exchange, Sherri and Emma both tilted their heads to watch, as Trevor lined his cock up with his mother’s pussy. Working without the use of his hands, he had to slowly run the tip of his cock up and down between her lips. Feeling the entrance to his mother’s womb, he paused slightly before easing the head of his cock inside. Gail groaned with relief as her pussy began to stretch and welcome her son. Now certain that they were properly aligned, Trevor grabbed his mother’s shoulders, and slammed his cock in her pussy to the hilt. Bending his head forward, Trevor planted a tender kiss on his mother’s shoulder while allowing the sensation of their coupling to wash over them both.

“That is so hot.” Sherri whispered from beneath Emma, before returning her attentions to the glistening pussy before her.

Emma rode Sherri like a pro, bucking her hips to run her slit across Sherri’s face while keeping her head turned in order to watch Trevor with his mother.

“Oh my god, I’m going to Cum, Trevor you dirty motherfucker, pound that mommy pussy and make me cum all over Sherri’s face.”

When the ordeal was over they would all share a laugh at this sudden outburst from the normally upright and uptight Emma, but right now they were all focused on the sexual heat filling the room.

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