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Bound and Helpless
EzRiter (ezriter@hotmail.com)

***

A young man finds a friend's sister tied up and 
blindfolded on her bed. He also finds that the feeling 
of power he feels over her is exciting. After all she 
can't tell who has entered the room, and he has always 
had a thing for his friends sister. (MF-teens, bd, rom)

***

I was a high school senior, the youngest in my class 
and just barely seventeen, although I was tall (six 
one) and rapidly filling out. Dave was one of my best 
friends. He had a delightful little sister, Helen, who 
was sixteen and a sophomore. She was drop dead 
beautiful with a tiny waist, nice breasts and the most 
beautiful ass and legs of any girl I had ever seen. She 
had big, soft brown eyes that could burn or tease as 
she wished and dyed blonde hair. 

I had been in love with Helen since junior high, but, 
she acted like she ignored me except for teasing me 
when she got bored. Maybe it was my teenage 
imagination, but, I think she really liked me. I know 
she had no regular boyfriend and would go out with me 
on occasion. 

One day, I went over to Dave's to meet up with the 
guys. No one appeared to be at home so I went around 
back off the alley where Dave's dad had put up a 
basketball net at the end of a concrete area. 

Helen was tied to the steel post that supported the 
basketball net and she was blindfolded. 

I was stunned. I knew Dave got real tired of Helen 
bugging him, and, I had heard him threaten to tie her 
up and leave her, but, in a million years, I never 
expected him to do it. 

Seeing Helen like that made me hard as a rock. I could 
never remember my erection being that big or that hard, 
even when I lost my virginity to Susy Martin after a 
football game. My heart was pounding as I slowly walked 
towards her. I could tell she could not see. 

She was dressed in a white, long sleeved, cotton, 
blouse and plaid loose skirt with athletic shoes and no 
socks. He had pulled her arms behind her and tied her 
wrists together around the pole. As always, she was 
beautiful and sexy, even more so that she was helpless, 
her breasts pushed hard against the thin material of 
her blouse, her clothes in disarray from her struggling 
against her bondage, her hair damp with sweat and 
sticking to her beautiful face. 

"Dave?! You bastard! Dad'll kill you for this! Let me 
go, Dave?! I know you are there!" 

I said nothing but continued to ease my way towards 
her. 

"Dave?! Who is there? Please, who are you?!"

She started to panic, squirming, struggling to get 
away. She was very scared. As she struggled her blouse 
became more twisted, parting slightly to reveal her 
bra. I could see her arms cording as she fought the 
ropes around her wrist. She was securely bound and her 
efforts were to no avail.

"Please, let me go! Who are you?" she sobbed. Tears 
started to flow down her cheeks.

I touched her arm and she squealed, kicking at me. She 
started to scream and I covered her mouth, pushing 
myself against her. It was the first time I had felt 
that lush body against mine. It made me go nuts I 
wanted her so much.

"Scream and I will gag you," I said in a false voice.

She was really sweating now, sobbing under my hand over 
her mouth. She was not playing, she was really 
frightened: very, very frightened.

"If you're a good little girl, doing exactly as you are 
told, I will not rape you. Do you understand?" She 
nodded her head, still squirming to get her body away 
from mine.

"I'm going to play with you before I let you go. Can 
you be good and not scream?"

She nodded yes and I released her mouth. She gasped in 
buckets of air. "Who are you? You better let me go, 
whoever you are."

I kissed her. She closed her mouth and turned away. 

"Be good and let me play with you or I will rape you 
and I won't be gentle." 

I should tell you I had acted in several school plays 
and was trying to disguise my voice because I knew 
Helen would recognize my real voice. 

She turned back and let me kiss her. Of course, it was 
a lousy kiss. What did you expect? I took her face is 
both my hands, brushed her hair back and kissed her 
gently on the lips. I moved my body from hers so she 
would not feel threatened. I touched just her face and 
neck with my hands and lips. She was cold, unreceptive, 
frightened. 

"Please, let me go..."

"Soon, little darling. Soon."

"Who are... ummm."

When I broke the kiss, she said, "I know you, don't I?"

"Yes. Now, shhhh."

I kept kissing: lips, cheeks, neck, ears, all were 
kissed, as my hands gently stroked and touched those 
parts of her body not considered "no nos". I was very 
gentle and took my time. I wanted her to become aroused 
and unafraid. Soon, her kiss got warm, her mouth 
opening, her tongue responding to mine, anxious little 
movements coming from her when the kiss parted as she 
wanted to keep it going. I held her neck with my left 
hand, kissing her in the little hollow of her throat, 
when I let my hands slide over her ass for the first 
time. She did not pull away as I expected. 

She had stopped asking who I was, just enjoying me 
tantalizing her. 

I let my hand cup her breast. "Please, don't," Helen 
whimpered as I massaged her breast through her blouse, 
but, she did not try to get away. Even I, an almost 
virgin, knew that "don't" meant "do."

As I pulled the blouse out of her skirt, she squirmed 
to get away for a moment. I stopped, shushing her and 
kissing her neck again. She whimpered when my hands 
slipped under her blouse and bra to cup her naked 
breasts. The nipples were like diamonds and she was so 
hot, her breasts almost burned my hands. I unbuttoned 
her blouse and released her bra as I continued my 
massage of those lovely mounds of femininity. 

I suckled her nipples as she hung there helpless. Now, 
she was straining to push her breast in my mouth rather 
than to get away. 

"You're so good," she whispered as I played with one 
breast with my hand and teased her other nipple with my 
mouth.

Like me, Helen was getting hotter and hotter. She 
started to moan and her legs opened so I slipped my 
hand under her skirt. Her legs closed like a clam 
shutting but my hand under her skirt kept busy, 
stroking and teasing her as my mouth stayed on hers. I 
could feel her fighting herself, both wanting to resist 
and wanting to give in to me and her pleasure. 

"Oh. God," she said, her thighs relaxing, her legs 
parting, as I stroked her labia. 

I slipped a finger in her and tickled slowly and 
gently. My thumb found her clit, rotating it slowly, 
firmly but gently. "Oh, please," she whimpered, as she 
opened her legs further, giving me full access to her. 
She was moaning softly, her hips moving back and forth 
as her need built. I could smell her, feel her need. 

"Yes, please... faster, faster," she pleaded, as she 
started humping my hand. I quickened the pace, holding 
her up with my other arm pressing her upper body 
against mine as she came with little squeaks, sweat 
flowing from her. She collapsed against me, panting. I 
held her, stroked her until she recovered.

I unzipped my pants, which she heard.

"No. Please, don't take me. I am a virgin. You 
promised!"

I pulled up her skirt and pushed my hard cock into her 
thigh.

"No. Don't. You promised not to rape me. Have mercy! 
Please! I beg you!"

"You are so delicious, I may not be able to stop 
myself!"

"Please! Oh, God! Please DON'T!"

"I won't rape you, Helen." I said in my natural voice. 

"Oh, thank god, Jeff! It is you!!"

She began to sob, crying as I held her. I released her 
hands and removed the blindfold. She collapsed against 
me, crying until she was cried out as we sat on the 
grass, her in my lap, my arms around her in comfort. 
She would not look at me as she continued to sob, 
holding me as tightly as I held her. She curled up 
against me, sobbing away the fear and tension. When she 
had recovered, she held my hand as I walked her back 
into her house. 

"I am really tired, Jeff," she said. "Would you excuse 
me?"

"Sure," I replied. 

I leaned to kiss her as she turned to walk away. She 
stopped, letting me give her a peck on the cheek. Then, 
she looked at me for the first time, raising her mouth 
to be kissed, which I joyfully did. She had a twinkle 
in her tired and crying swollen eyes.

"Thank you very much for stopping when you did. It made 
all the difference in the world."

"Helen, I..."

She put her fingers over my lips, stopping me.

"I would love to go to a movie tonight if someone would 
go with me," she said. 

"Seven?"

"I will be ready."

I started dating Helen regularly. Of course, I would 
have dated her exclusively since junior high, as I 
said, but, now, she wanted to date me exclusively. 
There was a warmness... a special feeling... between 
us, probably from the intense, unusual time out by the 
basketball net. I believe she trusted me, felt 
comfortable with me as she would not with other guys. 
We dated for almost four months before that great and 
wonderful night came when my parents were at a friends 
lake house for the weekend. 

When I picked her up at her place, she bounced into the 
car.

"What movie are we going to see?"

"My parents are out of town. I thought maybe we could 
watch TV."

"Do you want to watch TV or take my virginity?" Her 
hand was on my leg, her face bright, her eyes twinkling 
like stars as she teased me.

"I..."

"Me, too," she said, kissing me on the cheek. The 
tension was almost unbearable, neither of us speaking 
for the six minute drive to my house. In my driveway, 
we both sat in the car for a few minutes. I took her 
hand and she slid out my side. We did not let go of 
each other's hands until we reached my bedroom. 

She squirmed into my arms and gazed up at me.

"I've heard it hurts at first. Be gentle with me."

"I always am."

"Yes, you always have been. I love you for that, Jeff." 
She kissed me.

Slowly, gently, I unveiled the girl (was she already a 
woman?) who I had loved (lusted after?) for years. She 
never rushed me as I leisurely undressed her, until 
near the end when, after I removed her panties, she lay 
back on the bed, opened her legs and said, "Jeff! Are 
you going to fuck me or just stare at me?" She giggled 
nervously as I shed my clothes in an instant and joined 
her on the bed. 

I was rewarded by the most hot and beautiful experience 
of my young life, one I shall cherish forever, one I 
can not adequately describe, as I made love to Helen 
for the first time. After that, Helen and I continued 
dating and continued having sex. I knew I was 
desperately in love with her. Thank god, somewhere she 
began acting like she loved me, too.

About a month after we began sleeping together, she 
called me, telling me her parents and Dave were gone 
and asking me to come over. When I arrived, she had a 
funny little grin as she picked up some rope.

"Come on." 

I noticed she was wearing the same thing she had on 
that day she was bound to the basketball net, which is 
where we went. She handed me the rope. Standing against 
the pole, she put her arms behind it.

"Okay. Tie me." 

I did.

"Jeff, don't be as sweet as you always are, as you were 
that day you found me here, and, these clothes are old, 
if you know what I mean."

"Do you want to be blindfolded?"

"Yes."

I bound her arms behind her, tying her to the net 
support, blindfolded her, kissed her gently, and, 
walked away. 

"Who is it? Who is there?"

She struggled against the ropes, twisting, turning. I 
could see the sweat break out on her chin. 

I was going to enjoy raping her as she fought, bound 
and helpless. I was going to enjoy it almost as much as 
she was.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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