Neighborhood Bondage Club (F+/F+) Part 2 Added
Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2021 6:25 pm
Here it is, an attempt at a longer, multi-part story. I’m posting the first part as it’s finished, as I’m seeking feedback before I get to work on more parts. Enjoy, and feel free to leave feedback!
Part 1: Belle Coeur
“Mm…” After a minute of token struggling, Belle stops her efforts, and catches her breath. She sits up against the wall, which she is leashed to via a thick collar around her neck.
“Hmph,” Belle rests her head against the wall. She can only slightly feel the cool wall, but can barely feel the bumps of the drywall, nor the carpet under her. Her body is clad in an utterly form-fitting bodysuit, having long since left her T-shirt, jeans, and slip-ons upstairs. Belle can feel that her breasts (and nipples), toned abs, and panties are showing through the suit’s material.
“Mmm…” Belle bends her head down. She can’t see her toned body in the bodysuit. An equally-tight hood seals her face and head off from the world, save for her hair, gathered in a ponytail and threaded through a hole at the back of her head.
Even though the hood has no eyeholes, Belle’s captors locked a blindfold over eyes. “Hmmgh…” Though Belle is already forced to suck on a phallic member built into the inside of her hood, a thick panel gag was stuck over her mouth, its two buckles locked behind her head.
“Mmmgh…” Belle turns her head to each side, feeling both her hair slapping against her head, as well as the locks that keep her blindfold and gag on her face swing from side to side.
“Hm,” Belle leans forward, and lifts up her arms as far as she can. She wiggles her hands, which are locked in pouches. She can feel the locks to her pouches stuffed inside the thick armbinder along with her arms up to her elbows, which are strapped together with a belt, but not locked. “Mm…” Belle pulls at the armbinder, feeling the web of belts around her breasts and torso, plus a little belt threaded between her legs, all get pulled back by the armbinder.
“Mmm…” Belle pulls weakly at the belt between her legs, then stops. “Hm…” She bends her knees, hearing more locks jingle. Two thick belts are locked around Belle’s thighs, while three thinner belts are tightly looped around her calves.
“Hm…” As Belle leans against the wall, her uncovered bare feet pressed against the carpet, she lifts her head upward…
***
“So, how’re you feeling about this thing?” Altair calls from the driver seat as she makes a left turn.
“Me? Oh, I’m doing fine,” Belle, sitting behind Altair, looks up from her phone, her breath bated. She briefly looks out the window at the setting October sun.
“Nervous at all?” Lulu, sitting in the passenger seat, looks back at Belle.
“Eh, not really…” Belle scratches the back of her head, breaths returning to normal as the car slows in front of a red light.
“I wouldn’t say nervous…” Amelie looks over at Belle’s phone, just as the light turns green. “Just looking through Eliza’s Clips4Sale.”
“Indeed I am…” Belle closes her phone, a blush forming on her face.
“How is Eliza, by the way?” Lulu rests on her side in the seat, her head turned to face Belle and Amelie.
“Doing well, business is booming,” Resting her head against the window, Belle looks outside, watching the street turn as Altair takes a right.
“I heard that this ‘Neighborhood Bondage Club’ thing was inspired by a similar thing happening in Eliza’s town.” Altair briefly glances into the rear view mirror as she slows the car so another can pass. She then turns left, onto an incline flanked by pine trees.
“Really?” Belle looks away from the pine trees, and turns to Altair and Lulu as the trees give way to the sparse house, each with a long driveway.
“Oh yeah,” Lulu turns to the front window, seeing a lit up house, surrounded by cars. “Welp, here we are!”
“Look at that, we got a driveway spot!” Altair weaves through cars parked along the street as she slips onto the driveway of a house on the corner.
“Well,” Belle unclips her seat belt. “This is it.” She closes her browser, and places her phone between the seats. “I’m keeping it in here.”
“Got it,” Amelie looks at the car outside her door. “Hey, looks like Brigid’s here.”
“The cop?” Lulu looks out her window, spotting a redhead with glasses and a tight bun in the driver seat. “Yeah it is!”
“At least we got a guardian angel with us,” Altair puts the car in park and shuts off the engine.
“Alright, I’m out of here,” Belle opens her door, and slides out, careful not to hit the car next to her.
“Good luck!” Altair, Amelie, and Lulu all wave to Belle.
“See ya!” Belle closes her door, and heads for the front door, giving a peace sign to her housemates as she walks up.
***
“Mmm…?” Belle lifts her head up, having been brought back to the present by a pair of feet rubbing at her own.
“Mmgh…” Belle shakes her head, the locks on her blindfold and gag jingling. Despite the hood covering her ears, Belle can still hear the cacophony of moans and jingling of locks coming from both her left and right.
“Hmm…” She perks her ears from under her hood, turning her head to various sources of moans. It seems that more people are coming in after her. The gagged moans range from petite sopranos (accompanied by loud rattling of locks) to a purring alto on the other wall.
“Mmm…” Belle sighs in relief, a smile forming around the phallic piece in her hood. Among the various muffled moans that have arrived down in the basement, the voices of Altair, Amelie, Lulu aren’t among them, nor is Officer Brigid’s.
“Hm?” Belle turns her head to her right. The pair of feet rubbing at her own have stopped, but now Belle feels another bodysuit-clad body, with restraints in all the same places, rub up against her.
“…mm…” A hooded and gagged head rests upon Belle’s shoulder, the pair of feet planting themselves beside Belle’s soles.
“Mm… mmkm,” Belle rests her head against the other woman’s. Around the room, Belle can hear the sounds of suited butts scooting on the carpet, along with the jingling of locks. Alongside these scoots is the dimming of the moaning. It seems as though everyone’s quieting down…
Part 1: Belle Coeur
“Mm…” After a minute of token struggling, Belle stops her efforts, and catches her breath. She sits up against the wall, which she is leashed to via a thick collar around her neck.
“Hmph,” Belle rests her head against the wall. She can only slightly feel the cool wall, but can barely feel the bumps of the drywall, nor the carpet under her. Her body is clad in an utterly form-fitting bodysuit, having long since left her T-shirt, jeans, and slip-ons upstairs. Belle can feel that her breasts (and nipples), toned abs, and panties are showing through the suit’s material.
“Mmm…” Belle bends her head down. She can’t see her toned body in the bodysuit. An equally-tight hood seals her face and head off from the world, save for her hair, gathered in a ponytail and threaded through a hole at the back of her head.
Even though the hood has no eyeholes, Belle’s captors locked a blindfold over eyes. “Hmmgh…” Though Belle is already forced to suck on a phallic member built into the inside of her hood, a thick panel gag was stuck over her mouth, its two buckles locked behind her head.
“Mmmgh…” Belle turns her head to each side, feeling both her hair slapping against her head, as well as the locks that keep her blindfold and gag on her face swing from side to side.
“Hm,” Belle leans forward, and lifts up her arms as far as she can. She wiggles her hands, which are locked in pouches. She can feel the locks to her pouches stuffed inside the thick armbinder along with her arms up to her elbows, which are strapped together with a belt, but not locked. “Mm…” Belle pulls at the armbinder, feeling the web of belts around her breasts and torso, plus a little belt threaded between her legs, all get pulled back by the armbinder.
“Mmm…” Belle pulls weakly at the belt between her legs, then stops. “Hm…” She bends her knees, hearing more locks jingle. Two thick belts are locked around Belle’s thighs, while three thinner belts are tightly looped around her calves.
“Hm…” As Belle leans against the wall, her uncovered bare feet pressed against the carpet, she lifts her head upward…
***
“So, how’re you feeling about this thing?” Altair calls from the driver seat as she makes a left turn.
“Me? Oh, I’m doing fine,” Belle, sitting behind Altair, looks up from her phone, her breath bated. She briefly looks out the window at the setting October sun.
“Nervous at all?” Lulu, sitting in the passenger seat, looks back at Belle.
“Eh, not really…” Belle scratches the back of her head, breaths returning to normal as the car slows in front of a red light.
“I wouldn’t say nervous…” Amelie looks over at Belle’s phone, just as the light turns green. “Just looking through Eliza’s Clips4Sale.”
“Indeed I am…” Belle closes her phone, a blush forming on her face.
“How is Eliza, by the way?” Lulu rests on her side in the seat, her head turned to face Belle and Amelie.
“Doing well, business is booming,” Resting her head against the window, Belle looks outside, watching the street turn as Altair takes a right.
“I heard that this ‘Neighborhood Bondage Club’ thing was inspired by a similar thing happening in Eliza’s town.” Altair briefly glances into the rear view mirror as she slows the car so another can pass. She then turns left, onto an incline flanked by pine trees.
“Really?” Belle looks away from the pine trees, and turns to Altair and Lulu as the trees give way to the sparse house, each with a long driveway.
“Oh yeah,” Lulu turns to the front window, seeing a lit up house, surrounded by cars. “Welp, here we are!”
“Look at that, we got a driveway spot!” Altair weaves through cars parked along the street as she slips onto the driveway of a house on the corner.
“Well,” Belle unclips her seat belt. “This is it.” She closes her browser, and places her phone between the seats. “I’m keeping it in here.”
“Got it,” Amelie looks at the car outside her door. “Hey, looks like Brigid’s here.”
“The cop?” Lulu looks out her window, spotting a redhead with glasses and a tight bun in the driver seat. “Yeah it is!”
“At least we got a guardian angel with us,” Altair puts the car in park and shuts off the engine.
“Alright, I’m out of here,” Belle opens her door, and slides out, careful not to hit the car next to her.
“Good luck!” Altair, Amelie, and Lulu all wave to Belle.
“See ya!” Belle closes her door, and heads for the front door, giving a peace sign to her housemates as she walks up.
***
“Mmm…?” Belle lifts her head up, having been brought back to the present by a pair of feet rubbing at her own.
“Mmgh…” Belle shakes her head, the locks on her blindfold and gag jingling. Despite the hood covering her ears, Belle can still hear the cacophony of moans and jingling of locks coming from both her left and right.
“Hmm…” She perks her ears from under her hood, turning her head to various sources of moans. It seems that more people are coming in after her. The gagged moans range from petite sopranos (accompanied by loud rattling of locks) to a purring alto on the other wall.
“Mmm…” Belle sighs in relief, a smile forming around the phallic piece in her hood. Among the various muffled moans that have arrived down in the basement, the voices of Altair, Amelie, Lulu aren’t among them, nor is Officer Brigid’s.
“Hm?” Belle turns her head to her right. The pair of feet rubbing at her own have stopped, but now Belle feels another bodysuit-clad body, with restraints in all the same places, rub up against her.
“…mm…” A hooded and gagged head rests upon Belle’s shoulder, the pair of feet planting themselves beside Belle’s soles.
“Mm… mmkm,” Belle rests her head against the other woman’s. Around the room, Belle can hear the sounds of suited butts scooting on the carpet, along with the jingling of locks. Alongside these scoots is the dimming of the moaning. It seems as though everyone’s quieting down…