Date: Mon, 11 Dec 2000 10:51:22 -0800 From: J. Ocean Subject: My Seventeenth Summer, Part 29 Hannah, Tina's stepmother, stood there on the back porch, staring at us wide-eyed. I was so shocked I almost choked on the piece of banana I was chewing. Then, as I watched, Madeleine came creeping up behind her. With one swift motion, she seized Hannah's right wrist and locked a handcuff around it. Before Hannah could react, Madeleine had grabbed the other wrist and cuffed it, too, behind her back. Hannah turned toward Madeleine, opened her mouth, and just froze for a couple of seconds. She seemed about to say something when Madeleine gagged her with a cloth, which she then tied around Hannah's head. Madeleine took Hannah firmly by the arm and they disappeared from view. I was still reeling from what I'd witnessed when I heard the back door open. I blinked my eyes and tried to reconstruct what had just happened. OK, Hannah must have followed Tina here to keep an eye on her. The face I'd seen outside the night before -- it must have been her. So tonight, Madeleine had spotted her, snuck away without saying a word to me, retrieved the handcuffs and gag...and I'd seen the rest. This was a tricky situation. Madeleine didn't know who Hannah was. It felt like big trouble brewing; my heart was beating hard and fast. When I stepped into the hallway -- forgetting for the moment about Tina, who was still tied naked on the kitchen table -- Madeleine was struggling to get a resistant Hannah through the back door. When I paused there for a moment, Madeleine growled, "Well, don't just stand there, Morgan. Give me a hand." I hesitated -- I wasn't sure if what Madeleine was doing was a good idea or not. But I was accustomed to following Madeleine's instructions, so I walked over and took Hannah's other arm, and together Madeleine and I easily maneuvered her through the door and closed it behind her. She ceased resisting and stood helpless in our grip. I felt like I had to say something, so I asked, as gently as possible, the only question that was on my mind. "Um, Madeleine, what are you doing?" "I'm making a citizen's arrest on a trespasser," she answered. "And what are you going to do with her?" Madeleine looked Hannah up and down; she was trembling slightly. "I haven't made up my mind yet." "Can we talk in private?" I asked. I needed to speak to Madeleine away from Hannah, who was now looking at me imploringly as I tried to avert my eyes. "Sure. Let's stash her downstairs." This seemed like another bad idea, but I nodded, eager just to be alone with Madeleine, tell her what I knew, and find out if she had a plan. We led Hannah through the kitchen to the basement door, where I held her from behind as Madeleine found the key and turned the lock. Once downstairs, we attached Hannah's handcuffs to a chain in the corner and bound her ankles so that she could sit comfortably but couldn't move around much. Then we returned to the kitchen, where I spilled the beans: "That's Tina's stepmom. That's Hannah." "Hmmm..." said Madeleine. "Interesting. That makes a lot of sense." "Well what are we going to do?" I asked, my voice rising. "We can't keep her prisoner forever. She's probably going to call the police -- if she hasn't already." "I don't think so." "What do you mean?" "What I mean is, I spied on her for a while before I did anything. She wasn't watching because she was planning on having anybody arrested. She was watching because she wanted to." I thought back to the things Hannah had said, the way she acted...was it possible? I was skeptical. "How do you know?" "I could tell by the look in her eyes. She was getting off on it, and wishing she could be right in the middle. It took me one minute to see a whole lifetime of repressed desires. Believe me, Morgan, I'm never wrong about these things." I thought for a minute. I'd never known Madeleine to be wrong about anything that mattered...but I was still uneasy. I had to admit, "I'm worried, Madeleine. This is serious." "I know. But you've trusted me this far. You might as well trust me all the way." * * * I can only guess what must have been going through Hannah's mind in the next half-hour or so as she waited, bound and helpless, in the dim light of the basement. But in the meantime, Madeleine's baroque imagination had been working overtime. When Hannah heard footsteps on the stairs and looked up, the first thing she saw was Tina and I walking side by side. Tina was naked and blindfolded; Madeleine had let me clean all the chocolate and whatnot off her, but hadn't let me explain what was happening, because...well, I guess because she liked it better that way. Both Tina's hands and mine were tied behind our backs. I was still wearing what I'd been wearing: a long black T-shirt hanging down over blue-and-white striped tights. Madeleine was guiding us down the steps with one hand on each of our shoulders; clad all in black leather, she looked more like the stereotype of a dominatrix than I'd ever seen her before. At the bottom of the steps, Madeleine released Tina, who stood obediently in place. She led me to the corner of the room opposite Hannah, where she put a collar around my neck which she then attached to a long chain. Madeleine then ran the chain through a cinch so that only a couple inches of slack were left. Having thus situated me, Madeleine returned to Tina and led her over toward the couch. Untying Tina's hands, Madeleine laid her flat upon the square shag rug in front of the couch, which was just big enough to hold her body. Madeleine pulled Tina's arms into a V above her head and retied them in that position. Satisfied, Madeleine stood and looked around the room. I could see she was positively glowing with the thrill of having us all in her power this way: Hannah helpless and confused, Tina naked and blind, and me willing but anxious. Her mind was racing, considering carefully what was the one way to derive the most pleasure from this situation. She disappeared into a corner and returned a moment later brandishing a riding crop. She walked over to Tina and ran the tip of the crop across Tina's lips, then forced it into her mouth. Tina dutifully sucked it. When it was good and wet, Madeleine trailed it down Tina's chin and neck, circled her breasts with it, then ever-so-gently slid it across her nipples, causing them to stiffen visibly. I looked over at Hannah, seeking a clue as to her reaction to the proceedings, but her eyes were hidden in shadow. How did it feel to see her stepdaughter used as Madeleine's sexual plaything? Was it turning her on? It was certainly working on me. Madeleine left Tina and came to me. A knife appeared in her hand, flashing as she cut a slit all the way up the left side of my T-shirt. Pulling away what was now a black rag and tossing it aside, she proceeded to slice the piece of cloth that connected the cups of my bra; the knife felt cold against my skin. I felt the same cool sensation against each shoulder as she cut the straps; the ruined undergarment fell down around my feet. As she had with Tina, Madeleine traced around my tits with the riding crop and teased my nipples with it, making them harden and swell. Then she ran it down my ribs and into my belly button; I felt my pussy come to life, growing wet and craving attention -- it hadn't been touched since yesterday, and that was a long time ago. But just then Madeleine turned her back on me and strode away. I exhaled loudly and reminded myself to be patient. If I knew Madeleine, she'd make it more than worth my while in the end.