Movie Night (F/M) Part 2

[Fetishlover123]

Sara and Rachel arrived at the house not long after, their cheerful voices carrying from the hallway as they talked about their shopping trip.

“John? Casie?” Sara called out as they entered, her tone casual. “We’re back! Where are you guys?”

Rachel followed closely behind, her arms full of shopping bags. The two women made their way into the living room, only to freeze in shock when they saw John sitting on the couch, his wrists and ankles taped and his mouth gagged with duct tape. His muffled protests grew louder as they stared at him, trying to process what was happening. They both also noticed John's erection, Rachel says to Sara ," told you, your brother has a big dick, it's even bigger than the last time I was sucking on it. I guess he was thinking of me again or being tied up is his thing? You should know more, you are his sister after all"

“Oh my God, John! What happened?” Sara exclaimed, rushing over to him. Rachel followed, her eyes wide with confusion.

“Who did this to you?” Rachel asked, her voice full of concern as she dropped her bags and began peeling the tape off his mouth.

As soon as the gag was removed, John gasped for air, his words tumbling out quickly. “It was Casie—she—”

Before he could finish, the sound of soft footsteps behind Sara and Rachel made him stop. He looked up, his eyes widening in horror.

Casie appeared behind them, still dressed in her sleek thief outfit, a devilish smirk on her face. In each hand, she held a cloth soaked in chloroform. Before Sara or Rachel could react, Casie pressed the cloths over their mouths.

“Shhh, girls,” Casie said soothingly as Sara and Rachel struggled, their muffled cries quickly fading as the chloroform took effect. Their movements slowed, and within moments, both women slumped into unconsciousness, collapsing gently onto the floor.

John’s protests resumed as he squirmed in his bonds, he also asked Casie not to gag him again, but Casie, calm and composed, simply turned to him with an amused look. “Oh, John, you almost ruined the surprise,” she teased, crouching down beside him. “But don’t worry, I’ve got everything under control.”

She picked up the roll of duct tape again and tore off a fresh strip. “Now, we can’t have you spoiling the fun, can we?” she said with a wink, pressing the tape firmly back over his mouth to silence him once more.

Casie stood and looked down at the unconscious forms of Sara and Rachel. “Well, looks like I have some more work to do,” she said with a satisfied smile. She grabbed the roll of tape and began binding Sara’s wrists together, securing them tightly before moving on to Rachel.

John could only watch helplessly as Casie worked, his muffled protests falling on deaf ears. Whatever Casie had planned, it was clear she was fully in control, and there was nothing he could do to stop her.
Casie worked quickly and methodically, her demeanor calm and controlled as she bound Sara and Rachel. Starting with Sara, she crossed her wrists behind her back and wrapped several loops of duct tape around them, pulling it snug to ensure there was no wiggle room. She then did the same to Sara’s ankles, securing them together tightly.

“Looking good, sweetheart,” Casie murmured, smirking as she admired her handiwork before moving on to Rachel.

Rachel, still unconscious, was next. Casie crossed her arms over Rachel’s chest and taped them tightly against her body before binding her wrists and ankles. “Can’t have you running off either,” Casie teased to no one in particular, her voice light and playful.

With both Sara and Rachel now securely tied, Casie turned her attention back to John, who was still struggling on the couch, his muffled grunts growing louder as he watched the scene unfold. Casie approached him and gently patted his cheek. “Don’t worry, John. You’re not being left out. This is going to be so much fun.”

She stepped back and surveyed the three captives in the room. Sara and Rachel, still unconscious but tightly bound, were positioned on the floor beside the couch. John, gagged and bound, sat helplessly above them, his muffled protests doing little to deter Casie’s enthusiasm.

“Now, for the finishing touches,” Casie said, reaching for a fresh strip of tape. She crouched down beside Sara and carefully applied a strip over her mouth, smoothing it down firmly. She repeated the process with Rachel, ensuring both women were just as silent as John.

As if on cue, Sara began to stir, her eyes fluttering open. She groaned into the gag, her eyes widening in confusion as she realized she couldn’t move. Rachel followed shortly after, her muffled sounds joining Sara’s as they squirmed against their bonds.

“Ah, you’re awake!” Casie exclaimed, clapping her hands together in mock delight. “Welcome to the party, ladies.”

Sara glared at Casie, her muffled protests growing louder, while Rachel looked between Casie and John, clearly trying to understand what was happening. John’s muffled attempts to warn them were drowned out by their own noises.

Casie crouched down to meet Sara’s gaze, her smile as playful as ever. “Oh, don’t look so upset, dear. I told John this would be fun. And I did promise him some company.”

She then stood up and looked at all three of them, her satisfaction evident. “Now, why don’t you all just sit tight? I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere,” she added with a chuckle as she walked out of the room, leaving her three captives to squirm and struggle against their bonds. The muffled sounds of protests and frustration filled the room as Casie disappeared, leaving her captives alone in their predicament.
As Casie walked back into the room, she noticed something unexpected—Sara and Rachel weren’t glaring or struggling as much anymore. Instead, muffled laughter was bubbling up from both of them beneath their gags. The sight of them shaking with giggles made Casie raise an eyebrow in amused curiosity.

“Well, well,” she said, placing her hands on her hips. “Looks like someone is finding this funnier than I expected.”

Sara and Rachel exchanged a glance, their laughter muffled but genuine. Casie crouched down in front of them, her smirk widening. “Care to share the joke? Oh, wait,” she teased, tapping lightly on the duct tape covering Sara’s mouth, “I suppose you can’t.”

John, still bound on the couch, looked at the scene with wide eyes, squirming uncomfortably as the two girls continued to giggle under their gags. Casie stood up and crossed her arms, her playful expression softening slightly. “Alright, since we’re all here and I have the floor, let me tell you something,” she began. “How I got into all this.”

The room quieted as her captives stilled, their curiosity piqued. Casie began to pace slightly, her tone casual. “It all started with movies, honestly. You know the ones—thrillers, heist films, and those campy old action movies where someone always ends up tied to a chair or gagged in some dramatic fashion. I couldn’t help but notice how... interesting it all seemed.”

She glanced down at Sara and Rachel, who were still listening intently despite their bonds. “And then it just... stuck with me. Every time I saw a scene like that, I’d get this little thrill. Eventually, I realized I wasn’t just curious. I wanted to try it myself.”

Casie turned to look at John, her grin returning. “And now, well, here we are. I guess you could say this is a bit of a family affair now.”

Sara and Rachel exchanged another amused glance and laughed softly into their gags. Casie tilted her head, clearly enjoying their reactions. “Oh, don’t act like you’re not intrigued. I mean, Sara,” she said, crouching down to meet her stepdaughter’s gaze, “I know you’ve watched a few of those same movies and thought about it too.”

Sara’s cheeks flushed red, but the laughter in her eyes suggested she wasn’t denying it. Casie moved on to Rachel, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “And Rachel, you’re John’s girlfriend. I’m sure he’s been the one dropping hints.”

John groaned into his gag, shaking his head furiously, but his reddening face betrayed him. Casie laughed softly and straightened up, her confidence shining. “Well, no matter how you all ended up here, I think we can agree on one thing: this is a lot more fun than you expected, isn’t it?”

Her captives squirmed but didn’t protest much, their muffled laughter continuing as they adjusted to their predicament. Casie sat back down on the couch, crossing her legs with a satisfied sigh. “Now, let’s see who can get out first. Consider it a little challenge,” she teased, watching the three of them struggle.

The room filled with the sound of muffled giggles, grunts, and the occasional creak of tape as Casie leaned back, fully enjoying the chaos she had orchestrated.

[Tiengag5]

Great bondage story.