Hurricane Melissa [MF/MFF]
Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2025 10:53 pm
Hurricane Melissa
There was a series of sharp raps on Peter’s door, and he went over to open it. Two burly natives barged in wielding machetes, pushing Peter deep into the vacation rental suite.
“Your wallet, passport, credit cards, keys,” one demanded.
Peter didn’t think he had a chance, so he pointed to these items on a low shelf at the wall. One grabbed them and added them to a black bag he was carrying. As a senior, Peter knew he didn’t have a chance against two armed men.
“Take off your pants and underwear.”
Peter looked askance until one of the knives was swung in his direction, very menacing, sharpened edge gleaming.
So he complied and handed his trousers to the nearest invader who had held his hand out. The man searched the pockets, then sliced the garment into pieces. His underwear received a slicing.
“Turn around. Hands behind your back.”
Peter complied, thinking that he was less likely to be killed while secured.
Handcuffs were snapped over his wrists.
The two men went through the room, searching for more loot, slicing any sort of pants into useless shreds as they went.
“I have an idea,” one of them mentioned.
“Oh?”
“Bring in the girls. He could have some fun with them.” Some females in a nearby suite.
“OK to bring in the girls, but don’t forget we have to go to the rich old bitch’s place, then get out before the hurricane.”
The first man left the room and returned in a minute dragging two young women, connected together by a handcuff, left wrist to right. Naked from the waist down, looking frightened. One had a red patch from a machete slap across one of her bottom cheeks.
“Enjoy Melissa,” the taller of the men said, exiting through the door. The occupants heard the door lock from the outside.
“Oh God, this is embarrassing,” one of the women said. Then to Peter, “My name is Joanne. This is my twin sister Jeannie.” Early 20s, shoulder length blond hair, slim. C cup boobs. Jeannie had the red welt.
“My name is Peter. I think we’re in a bit of a pickle,” the old man said, grey hair with a big bald spot.
“This was supposed to be the best location to watch the coming solar eclipse. But it’s not turning out very well,” Joanne said.
“Funnily enough, the eclipse is what brought me here also. My brother persuaded me to come with him to see it. But he didn’t make it, stopped at the US boarder on some unspecified charge. But I was already on the way. I guess if I can’t see the sun disappear, I might as well see a hurricane. I’ve heard that Melissa will pass about here.”
Jeannie seemed to be most embarrassed by her semi-nakedness.
“Well, I’ve seen what you’ve got, and you have seen what I have. But mine doesn’t work anymore. So if you don’t stare at me, I won’t stare at you. We have other issues to address,” Peter said calmly.
Just then there was a gust of wind, louder than others.
“For instance, seeing what we should do in preparation for the storm. Power is most certainly to fail. Probably water supply as well. No telephones, and they took my cell phone. Let’s look for food, pots we can fill with water. Any tools.”
“Toilet paper. There wasn’t much in our room,” said one of the twins.
“What might be the safest room in this unit?” from the other.
So they set out to explore the unit.
The building was on the south slope of the Tiburon peninsula of Haiti island, a few hundred feet up from the shore, and surrounded by trees. “We might be protected from the worst of the storm,” Peter said, “the hurricane will be weakened by the hill range between us and its landfall. As well, there seems to be a natural little ravine that diverts any floods uphill from impacting the building.”
The building itself was of sturdy construction, with some attention to hurricane proofing. Peter had determined that the roof structure was well bolted down to the building foundation sitting on bedrock. Otherwise drab inside, with somewhat cast-off furniture.
Melissa was an odd storm, somewhat late in the season. It started in the south Caribbean Sea, turned north, jinked around a bit, ran west parallel to the south shore of Jamaica, turned north and crossed over near the west end of that island after becoming a Category 5 tropical storm.. Then it traversed over the ocean and trammelled part of Cuba. It had been forecast to head northeast over the Bahamas, but instead stalled, picked up strength again over a warm patch of sea, and turned south aiming at the long tip of western Haiti. Major hurricane.
The ladies were exploring the small kitchen area with a stove and refrigerator. In the oven the women found a covered roasting pan with a mass of congealed cooked material inside.
“Oh, yesterday I found someone had left an unopened package of rolled oats under the counter. I decided to cook it while power was still on. While rather tasteless, it is food and should last for a few days. I put it in the oven to keep it safe from animals and insects.”
“What’s this?” asked Jeannie, exploring a drawer with kitchen cutlery.
‘This’ was a long steel rod with a handle on one end, a dull greyish tinge to the rod which came to somewhat of a point.
“It’s a knife sharpener, often used by butchers. It might be very useful. Let’s fill pots and pans with water.
“I think we should see how we can manage with the toilet. The two of you might be able to help each other with the toilet the way you are cuffed. But I’ll need help from time to time.”
They decided that the best way for Peter was for him to stand up after defecating, put one foot on the lip of the bathtub. Then one could apply toilet paper from behind. The sisters practiced on themselves but allowed Peter to remain with them. He looked quite embarrassed.
They filled the tub with water after covering the stopper with some plastic. Then a saucepan would do to get water for washing or flushing.
“Let’s see what we can do about sleeping. There is only one bed, though large, queen size, with headboard and footboard. I could try sleeping on the couch but it’s awfully short. I know I can’t sleep on my back, on my hands, nor really sleep on my sides with my hands behind me. That leaves me on my belly. I’ll need help with pillows under my chest to keep my neck from twisting badly.”
The young ladies wondered how he knew how to sleep when bound but let the thought go as they had to finish getting ready for the storm. They often slept together, one tied.
Finally, one of them asked Peter about the knife sharpener.
“I wonder if we can file away the chain between our wrists with it. The handcuffs seem to be fairly flimsy – toys really. Not toughened steel. I think, hope.”
The women were right-handed; Peter suggested the one whose left wrist was captured should try the knife sharpener, with the two pulling taught the chain between the two cuffs across the corner of the kitchen counter. “Look at the chain, choose a link to start on, and note its condition. Then take an experimental pass or more with the sharpener on your selected location. Press some on the chain, but not too heavy at first. Try to cut across the sharpener rather than just along it, twisting. The cutting edge are the grooves; a butcher holds the handle of the sharpener hanging down. Then draws the knife edge at an angle across the sharpener, alternating sides.”
So they experimented. Jeannie peered at the link that she had been filing. “I think I see some shinier metal. Maybe a few little pieces on the counter,” she exclaimed.
“Is the sharpener OK?” Peter asked.
“Seems so.” Twisting the sharpener was more effective than just sliding it.
“It’s getting very dark. Let’s have something to eat and drink before the lights go off.”
They were able to file some part way through one link. Then the lights failed. The three made their way to the bedroom. Peter sensed Jeannie trying to take off her blouse and suggested she not.
“All I wanted to do is remove my bra.”
“How will you get it off your left arm?” Peter asked. The arm that was chained to her sister.
Jeannie smiled at him in the dark. “You’ll see.”
A minute later she passed the feminine garment to Peter. “Magic”.
She didn’t tell Peter they had developed the trick while playing tie up games. Pass the strap down the sleeve, down between a securing rope on a wrist, over the hand and pull it back out under the securing rope. Voila.
It can’t be said that they had a good sleep. A couple of bathroom calls. Each moved slightly during the night, with a chain reaction from the others. But they weren’t cold: Peter became their furnace.
After one of the interruptions, Jeannie realized how hard it was to try and not be in contact with Peter. When they first crawled into bed, the ladies tried to leave a gap between themselves and Peter, though of necessity, their arms linked by handcuffs resting across Peter’s back. Jeannie decided to move into contact with Peter and started by grabbing his right hand in her left. She leaned her body next to his, with her left breast against his right arm. Her free right arm was tucked in the space between their legs. Very nice feeling.
The next morning the storm had passed, though rain came from the clouds till noon. They worked on the handcuff link and ultimately were able to sever it. Peter sat in a kitchen chair watching them, handcuffed arms comfortably over the chair back. Noted by the sisters.
Peter was left handcuffed for a bit – he didn’t seem worried. His only regret was that he hadn’t made some pots of coffee.
Later in the afternoon they started filing on the chain on Peter’s cuffs. Joanne was able to participate and had a little more energy as her sister had done all the work earlier. But they quit when the outside light faded.
Next morning they got up at dawn and started filing at the chain between Peter’s wrists. Now Jeanne was happy to be doing the bulk of the filing, for she had a fantasy. Peter fastened on the bed, stripped. She wanted to lie on and play with him and fall asleep lying against his chest. Even getting her sister to tie her up on him in a comfortable way so her nipples made little dints on his chest.
There was a rap at the door, then someone unlocked the door and a fireman entered.
The three of them half clothed had got used to the situation and it took them several seconds to realize that the fireman was attempting to look elsewhere.
Eventually the fireman, whose name was Fred, asked for their names and story.
“We’re not having an orgy,” Joanne explained. “Two natives, by their looks, clothes and demeanour, forced their way into my sister’s and my unit down the hall. Directed us to remove our pants and panties. Then they used handcuffs to fasten our hands, my sister and I together at the wrists,” she held up her right wrist with the cuff. “Then they made us say where our money and passports were. They slashed all our pants and undies and our belts as well. They left us locked in our place. Then later one of them dragged the two of us into this suite – Peter’s. His hands were handcuffed as you see. Left us to ‘play’. Peter figured out the knife sharpening tool might act as a file, and we were able to separate my sister and me. We’re working on Peter’s handcuff when you arrived.” Joanne was a little attracted to Fred and he seemed to return the interest.
“I have a tool in the truck that will make quick work of the cuffs,” Fred commented.
“Also, I’d like to tell you two natives have been, well, stopped, and a bag with a lot of money and IDs has been recovered. They went up to a recluse’s house. Her double barrelled shotgun with 00 shot was more than a match for their machetes. In their crotch.
“Do you need any food?” asked the fireman. “I’ll try to find you some clothes.”
“I’m dying for a coffee,” responded Peter.
Fred left, having a number of other places to check.
Peter found a stash of towels and fashioned a form of skirts for the twins by having Jeannie cut a short slit near one corner of a towel, then wrapping it around her waist and putting the upper corner through the slit and fastening a knot in the corner. Mostly it held for a while but eventually the towel gave way and needed to be re-tied. They made one for Peter but his waist was a little thick, so they had to tie the towel on the diagonal. Worked.
As the light faded Jeannie pied up, “I think I’d like to sleep with ‘Peter the furnace’ instead of going back to our room.” Joanne concurred. Sleeping was easier without the handcuff entanglement.
Next day Fred arrived late in the morning and smiled at the make-shift clothing. “I was able to scrounge some things for you. Some panties, 3 large, one extra large. Two pairs of ladies pants. A pair of men’s size 44 for Peter. Very large. No belts but I found a spool of braided nylon rope with which you can make a rudimentary belt. One of you must be able to tie a reef knot.”
All three nodded.
“No food, you’re fortunate to have the porridge. I wonder if I could have some, please. But I found some instant coffee for Peter though no way to heat it up.”
Joanne asked questions about getting out and back to their home country. Fred’s advice was to stay put for the time being. Lots of people without food or shelter. Many roads impassible though his off-road truck helped. Fortunately his job was to go up and down rural roads to try to find people in peril; he could use the vehicle radio to summon help.
The next morning Jeannie decided she needed a good wash or a bath. “But I can’t use our tub.” So they decided to carry water to the ladies’ unit and Jeannie could have a sponge bath. When she returned, Joanne headed off to do the same.
The others remained in their ‘home for now’.
“May I ask you a question, Peter?”
“Sure, Jeannie.”
“You did not seem to mind sitting on the chair, handcuffed, arms over back of chair, while we filed on the handcuff link.”
Peter smiled, “Well, I wasn’t too uncomfortable though the handcuff dug into my wrists a little. I was behind you and enjoyed the ‘scenery’ I’m afraid. Hands behind my back puts a little stress across my chest which I find stimulating. My breasts seem to like it.
“I wished I was bound with rope to the chair, hands secured and supported so not very much strain on my shoulders. Legs tied to the chair legs. Gagged, blindfolded. They you might just play with me from behind, reaching over my shoulders and caressing my nipples.
“So you like bondage?”
Peter smiled.
“Would you like us tie you up?”
Peter’s smile widened. “And would you like to be tied in turn?
Jeannie nodded. “I’d like to have long ropes tied around me, one at my waist, a couple around my breast line. Lying on the bed. The ends of the ropes would be passed under the bed and pulled taught and tied where I couldn’t reach. Another rope across the bed under my crotch area but not around my body. My wrists could be tied to this rope to keep my hands restrained.
“Since it would be uncomfortable to lie on a knot in the centre of my back, under my spine, perhaps the rope would have two overhand knots not quite my waist size apart. The loose ends would be fed through these knots and then the knots tightened before the rope was tied under the bed. The ropes around my chest might have to be knotted a little further apart so as to clear my rib cage.”
“It sounds like a water bed would be nice,” said Peter.
“Exactly. My legs could be tied spread out or tied to each other. Or left loose. It would be nice to have one or both of you lying on or beside me.
“An option would be for my hands not to be tied beside me. Then I would be able to tie your hands behind your back and to your waist. Then neither of us could escape without the other. When our roles were reversed, I’d like to sit on your manhood. Or lie on your chest with it ‘down there’.” Jeannie said, pointing.
Jeannie continued, "During the day, I would like to be tied to the chair. Ropes around my waist and chest. Arms tied behind the chair. You would reach over my shoulders from behind and rub my front, especially my nipples. Or reach further down. I’m already moist,” Jeannie said. “Let’s…”
“What about your sister?” inquired Peter.
“She’s staying in our place. Fred said he would be back.
“But even if she came in, well, we tie each other up regularly. I’m sure something nice would happen to you. Such as fastened to your chair.”
“What if they wanted some of the rope?”
“We have the spool from Fred, and he has another spool in his truck.
“The only issue is perhaps they want the big bed. All we have is two single beds although we requested a larger bed.”
“Oh,” Peter sighed. “When I registered, I told them my brother wouldn’t be able to make it. The clerk asked me if I would be willing to switch units as he wanted to give you separate beds. It didn’t matter at that time. So I got this unit. Very luckily.”
“Why?”
“Fred heard the attempt to file through the handcuff. He might not have come in without the noise. And I would probably not have cooked the big pot of porridge.”
“How long should the ropes be?” Jeannie asked.
Peter started, “I’d tie long ropes around your torso, snuggly but not crushingly tight. Comfortable. The main one would be around your waist – the smallest part of your body. I’d do some rope around your chest above and below your breasts.
“I’d like to try a harness around your shoulders – start with the centre of a long rope behind your neck, across your shoulders and back to the section across your neck.
“I’d try a harness around your groin to put pressure in the crevices there. Make provision for a crotch rope if you were OK with that.
"Then you would lie on the centre of the bed, and I would take the ropes and pass one end under the bed where I would tie it to the one from the other side. If we were alone I would tie the ends with some knot you could release in the event of a problem. Then I would get up on the bed and you would tie my hands behind me, possibly gag and blindfold me. I would wiggle up next to you, and you would pull up the covers around us.”
“Sounds interesting,” Jeannie said. “Perhaps you need to be tied that way and I cuddle in. What about sex?”
“I no longer can get an erection, though funnily enough I sometimes can get an orgasm. But I can try to bring you to your orgasm, such as with a finger or my tongue, as you want.”
The next day Joanne said it was too bad to miss the eclipse.
“There is another total solar eclipse next summer,” Peter replied.
“Where?”
“Europe, sometime in August, I think.”
The women’s eyes gleamed. “Would you be interested?”
Peter nodded.
“We’ll bring some ropes,” Jeannie responded.
Joanne thought it would be nice to bring Fred as well.
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