Message-ID: <18878eli$9901220316@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Master2124@aol.com Subject: Andi Part 1 A bondage story Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <77fafd1a.3693dbac@aol.com> Please post This is a short story of an adult nature. Please obey your local laws. If you are underage then stop here. I reserve all rights to this story. It may not be transmitted to the public by any means (such as posting to the Internet or to newsgroups) and may not be changed in any way (such as altering the story or title) without my expressed written permission. Andi Part one - by Master 2124 Andi was fifteen when she was first tied up. Her younger brother and his friends had been playing Cowboys and Indians. That day they had decided to be Indians and they had crept up on the “homestead” and “captured” her. It was a hot, sunny summers day and she was wearing cycle shorts and a tight T shirt top. They had then gleefully taken her down to the bottom of the garden where there were a couple of trees and had tied her to one of them Frank, the oldest of her brother’s friends had done the actual deed. (Frank, at sixteen, was a little older than herself and quite a bit older than her brother and the rest of his friends. She wondered if Frank’s friendship with her brother was more so that he could spend time near her. She hoped so because he had appeared in a number of her dreams recently.) He seemed to know what he was doing. He had purloined her mothers rope clothes line as they had moved down the garden and had used it to tie her up. He had run the two ends separately around the base of the tree securing her legs. He had then run the rope up crosshatching it backwards and forwards over her legs and around the tree until he reached her waist where he had ran it two or three times around her waist before rapping it again around the tree. He quickly double looped the rope around her wrists behind the tree and had tied it with a hitch between her wrists pulling the rope tight on each wrist. From there he had looped the rope back to the front of the tree looped it through the waist rope and had crosshatched it over her shoulders, (neatly separating her young breasts), and back around the tree where he had anchored it, pulling her back tight to the tree. The boys had then danced around the tree, whooping their Indian war crys, occasionally touching various parts of her body with the home made bows and spears, “counting coup” in the traditional Indian manner. Andi found strange feelings going through her. Her breast tingled and she felt a dampness between her legs. She was becoming excited. She and her best friend, Suzi, had been experimenting with their bodies ever since the sex education classes and she realised that what she was feeling was sexual. She looked around for Frank and saw that he was watching her, knowingly, and this increased her excitement. He was a good looking lad and she and Suzi had fantasised about him. The boys jumped and pranced around her for about ten minutes, before one of them suggested that they should get some war paint so that they could be real Indians. They all rushed off to their respective houses to find materials. All except Frank. When the other boys were out of sight, Frank moved right in front of her. “You like this don’t you, Andi?” he said, more in statement than question. “I can see by your face. You’re all flushed.” He touched her face, running the tips of his fingers over her cheeks. “And your nipples are hard.” His hands went to her breasts, cradling them, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. She felt his caress send a shiver down her body, flooding her panties with the intimate reaction it caused. She struggled, more afraid that the others would return than from a desire to stop him touching her. “Yes you like this, I can tell.” She couldn’t deny his statement as her body continued to respond. “You are wet, too” he said, slipping a finger along the slit of her cunt where it was outlined through the tight shiny fabric of her cycle shorts. You and I will have to get together later, and I’ll show you a thing or too. Slowly she came down from the high his caresses had induced in her, too the excited shouting of her younger brother and his friends who had returned from the foraging exhibition with some body paints that one of them had found. They all stripped off their T shirts and proceeded to paint there upper torsos and faces with wide swathes of colour, before again continuing their war dance around her bound body. Frank stood back from the rest of the boys seemed watching her with a smile on his face, arousing a feeling of anticipation in her. Her brother and the rest of his friends seemed unaware of the tension between Andi and Frank, a fact of witch she was very glad. It would be humiliating to have him find out about what Frank had done during his absence. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----