Three Sisters, part 15
It felt like it was taking forever for the body stocking to arrive, especially to Amanda, who had the privilege of trying it on first. Amanda was the only one among the three sisters who had yet to experience total nylon encasement. Although she had seemingly agreed with reluctance to also be tied up after putting it on, she was secretly looking forward to that too.
Photo: Amanda impatiently checking the website after school to see if her body stocking is on the way.
Finally, the package arrived. She nearly leaped for joy when Erin walked by her room and tossed a package onto Amanda’s bed.
“Is it …” she asked, almost bursting with excitement.
“Yep,” Erin replied. “Mom asked what it is. I made up a little lie. Is it terrible to lie to Mom?”
“Who cares?” Amada squealed as she began to tear open the package.
“Hold on there kiddo. You can look at it, but don’t put it on yet. Mom’s going on another business trip tomorrow. You’ve waited this long. One more day won’t kill you.”
“Oh, OK. Here, keep it for me until tomorrow. I won’t be able to resist it if you leave it here.”
The next day, the girls’ mom said goodbye and told them to behave. Little did she know.
As soon as their dad went downstairs to his home office, Amanda dashed upstairs. “I’m going to go to the bathroom. Bring the package to my room,” she called to Erin.
A few minutes later, Erin walked into Amanda’s room and found her little sister stripped down to bra and panties.
“Well, someone sure is eager!” Erin said as she tossed the body stocking to her sister. She had removed it from the box, but it was still wrapped clear plastic. Amanda tore it open and pulled out the body stocking.
“Oh, it feels so soft!” she said as she sat on the bed and started to pull it up over her toes. After several minutes, with a little help from Erin because she was having problems with the zipper behind her back, Amanda was fully encased with tight-fitting opaque nylon from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Each of her fingers were encased by the stretchy material, because the ends of the arms had been sewn to resemble gloves.
“How does it feel?” Erin asked.
“Great! It’s like wearing my school tights, but all over my body!”
“Well, you two didn’t waste much time, did you? I almost missed all the fun.” Marie said as she walked in Amanda’s bedroom.
“Hi Marie!” Amanda said. “What do you think?”
“I’m so jealous that you got to try it first, but you look great! There’s one improvement I can think of, though,” Marie said as she walked behind Amanda and lowered the zipper behind her. She uncovered her sister’s head. Before Amanda could ask what Marie was doing, Marie stuffed a balled-up sock into her mouth. A pair of Marie’s old tights from her accumulated stash was pulled tightly between Amanda’s lips, preventing her from spitting out the sock. The ends of the tights were wrapped around her head twice, pulled taught again, and knotted behind her head. Before Amanda could even process in her mind what had just happened, Marie had again pulled the nylon hood portion of the body stocking over her head and re-zipped it.
“I seem to recall that you were tied with rope last time. Would you like to experience duct tape this time, or do you want rope again?” Marie asked as she held up a roll of duct tape in one hand and rope in the other.
Amanda mumbled something through her gag.
“I’m sorry, I can’t understand you. You’re going to have to point.”
Amanda pointed to the duct tape. Although her head was encased, she could see just well enough to make out the items in her sister’s hands.
“Excellent. Duct tape it is. Now turn around and put your arms behind your back.”
Amanda soon found her arms practically welded together by tape that tightly encircled her wrists and elbows. More tape made circuits around her upper body, lashing her arms securely against her back. Marie helped Amanda sit on her bed. Amanda was expecting her legs to be taped together, but that wasn’t what Marie had in mind. At least not yet. Marie put Amanda’s slippers on her stockinged feet.
“What are you doing?” Erin asked. “Why does she need slippers?”
“I don’t want the new body stocking to get dirty when she walks outside.”
“Outside???” Erin and Amanda both exclaimed in unison, although only Erin’s voice was intelligible.
“Well, yeah, I’m going to make her walk. She’s pretty small, but we all are. I don’t think we could easily carry her down the stairs without us all taking a nasty fall.”
“I thought we were just going to leave her tied up in her bedroom for a while! Where are you planning to put her?”
“In the back of Dad’s truck,” Marie said, as if it were the most natural place in the world to place one’s bound and gagged little sister.
“Dad’s truck? Why?” Erin asked, while Amanda was frantically shaking her head in a protesting gesture.
“I thought it would be cool if she were taken for a ride. You know, to give her the experience of being kidnapped. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”
“Well … yeah, I guess it kind of does,” Erin said. “Maybe you could do that to me when it’s my turn to wear the body stocking. But … if only you weren’t such a terrible driver, Marie.”
“Wait a minute,” Marie protested. “You know very well that I’ve only been in two accidents since I got my license. Nobody got hurt either time.”
“Yeah, plus one speeding ticket and one ticket for texting while driving. If you hadn’t flirted with the police officer, your license would have been revoked.”
“He was kind of cute, now that you mention it. I kind of wish he had handcuffed me …”
“Marie! You’re terrible! But back to the topic at hand, we can’t make her walk like this out to the truck! What if Dad sees her like this?”
“Well, he’s already seen you encased in tights and bound with tape. He knows we’re weird. Besides, I think he’s busy. He’ll be in his office for a while. Come on, you said yourself that it sounds exciting!”
Despite Amanda’s gagged protests, her sisters escorted her out of her bedroom, down the hall, down the stairs, and to the front door. Their dad, much to Amanda’s relief, was nowhere to be seen.
“I still don’t know about taking her outside,” Erin said. “What if someone sees her?”
“Oh, stop being such a Nervous Nelly. It’s not like we live on Main Street or something. Look,” she said while opening the front door. “This is one of the advantages of country living. No one’s coming. Let’s go.”
Amanda definitely didn’t want to step outside, dressed as she was in only her underwear and body stocking, while gagged and with her upper body bound with duct tape. There was little she could do, though, since she was being prodded along by two older sisters. Fortunately, they arrived at the truck without being seen. Any hopes she had of riding in semi-comfort in the cab of the pickup were dashed when Marie opened the camper shell and lowered the tailgate.
“You’re not going to put her back here, are you?” Erin asked in surprise, echoing Amanda’s thoughts on the matter.
“Well, duh, of course I am. People could see her like this if she rode up front! And what’s wrong with the back, anyway? It’s not like it’s an open-bed truck. Look how nice I am - I even put her sleeping bag back here. Let’s get this abduction underway,” Marie said. The two of them helped (forced?) Amanda into the back of the truck and placed her on top of the unzipped, spread-open sleeping bag. Marie removed Amanda’s slippers. Out came the roll of duct tape, and soon Amanda’s legs were lashed together by tape around her ankles and above and below her knees. Finally, Marie covered her with the top of the sleeping bag and zipped it closed around her. Only Amanda’s head was visible now, well … not exactly visible. Her head wasn’t covered by the sleeping bag, but it was still encased in a tight-fitting blend of nylon and spandex.
Marie closed the tailgate and the shell door. Amanda had a moment of panic. She was, after all, encased in a body stocking, arms and legs bound with unyielding tape, gagged, zipped into a sleeping bag, and abandoned in the back of a truck. Who wouldn't panic under these conditions? Eventually panic subsided, however.
This isn’t so bad, she thought.
It’s downright cozy! Her struggles in panic became squirming with pleasure.
Maybe Marie IS capable of having a good idea sometimes!
To be continued ...
