Bound Together

This wasn’t the way the scheme was supposed to work. If only Tina and Joan could have tied up a few loose ends....

 

(FM, MFF, bond) caution

By: Punchinello for Pulp Erotica

 

New York City, 1951

They thought they could pull it off. It hadn’t seemed that difficult. It should have been a simple heist.

Tina and Joan lay together, back to back, tied hand and foot, on Tina’s bed. It was dark in the apartment. Only the bluish light of the moon spilled over them. Joan wore black pants and a sheer white blouse that showed her little white lace bra. Her breasts were squashed and squeezed by the tight ropes.

Tina wore a black leather dominatrix mini-dress with a low bodice that, squeezed by the ropes, revealed her pale, rosy-nippled breasts.

In the background, there was the faint sound of heavy footsteps going to the door. The door opened, then slammed closed. Tina sighed and reflected on their predicament.

 

Earlier...

“Oh fuck me! Fuck me, Joey!”

Joey thrust up into his wife with renewed vigor as Tina writhed in the spasms of a hard orgasm. She rode Joey’s cock like a rodeo cowboy rides a bucking bronco. Her heavy round breasts bounced and jiggled with each buck.

If she hadn’t been so vocal, Joey might have noticed another, softer moan. In the dark of the closet across from the bed, Joan sat waiting—peering thru a narrow crack between the folding doors. Her strong right hand worked back and forth across her panty-clad pussy mound. Her left hand gripped the pistol lying on the floor beside her.

“Jesus I love it when you make me come,” Tina moaned. “Make me come again!”

“Jesus Christ—you can’t get enough, can you?” Joey laughed vainly. “You don’t quit!”

Tina rose up off his prick and hovered over him for a moment. In the dark closet, Joan pulled her panties aside and slid two fingers into her wet pussy. The vision before her was sublime. “Eat me, honey,” Tina said hotly. For a moment, she looked directly into the crack in the closet doors. Her eyes seemed to pierce Joan’s flesh. “I want you to eat me.”

Another little moan escaped Joan’s tight lips. The vision of Tina’s naked body, poised over Joey, still dripping with sex juices as she begged to be eaten was more than enough. Joan closed her eyes, thrust her fingers hard into her pussy, and came in a wave of fantastic pleasure.

“Fuck that,” Joey said, pushing Tina away. “I don’t eat pussy. I never eat pussy. Stop askin’ me all the time.” Joan quietly gasped for breath. She leaned back and rested, propping herself up with her arms.

Tina tossed back her head and ran her hands thru her bottle-blond hair. “Okay, then,” she said. “Let’s try somethin’ new...” She went to the closet and paused before them, then turned back. “Close your eyes....for a big surprise....”

Joey smiled and closed his eyes, even turning away a little. Tina opened the closet doors and stood for a moment in shock. There sat Joan, her black slacks around her knees, her panties twisted and dampened. She stared at Tina’s glorious naked body shamelessly, then—without taking her eyes away—turned enough to get a hold of the bundle behind her and offer it up.

“Thank you,” Tina mouthed silently, then bit her lip softly. Then she closed the closet doors and turned back to Joey.

“You can look now,” she said. Tony opened his eyes. His jaw dropped in astonishment.

“Surprise!” Tina sang, holding out a bundle of thick nylon rope.

“Holy shit,” Joey said. “This is new.”

“That’s just the start,” Tina said seductively. “Give me just another second....” She turned and disappeared into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Tina stepped out of the bathroom. “Ta-daa!” She sang. She had put on her panties again and over it a black leather minidress.

“Jesus Christ!” Joey said. “You’re fuckin’ serious about tryin’ somethin’ new, ain’t you?”

“Uh huh,” Tina said, sauntering over to him, stretching a length of the rope over her head, letting the rest trail behind her. Her dress revealed her nipples when she stretched. “I want my pussy eaten, stud. And I’m gonna tie you up and make you eat my pussy.”

Joey heaved an exasperated sigh. “I am not gonna eat your fuckin’ pussy, Tina,” Joey said, going to the closet. “So you can just put that rope back where you—”

Joan stared up at Joey blankly for a moment. Tina caught her breath. “Fuck,” they all said together.

Joan scrambled for the pistol, but as soon as she raised it, Joey slapped it out of her hands. “You bitch!” he screamed, punching her in the eye as she tried to stand. She fell back into the closet.

“Joey! No!” Tina screamed. Joey stepped on the gun and turned as Tina rushed him. He easily swatted her away and then slapped her a second time for good measure. Then he snatched up the gun.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill both of you... as soon as I get my pants on!” He gabbed his pants and began pulling them on.

“You think you can fuck with me?! You think you can fuck with Joey Garboli?! I oughta fuckin’ ice both of you!” Joey held the gun just an inch from Tina’s forehead. She whimpered softly, wanting to turn away, but too afraid he’d hit her again.

“And you, you fuckin’ dyke slut,” he said, turning to Joan. “What were you thinkin’?” He left Tina sitting on the bed and stepped over in front of Joan. She looked up at him from the chair with the gleam of cold defiance in her eyes—or at least the eye that wasn’t starting to swell shut.

“Were you so fuckin’ hot to get into my wife’s panties you’d even be stupid enough to try to dick me at my own game? Hello!” he shouted, tapping her on the temple with the pistol. “You wanna dick somebody, you gotta have a dick first!”

“You can’t just waltz into my house and take my bag of money I’m sittin’ on for somebody. You gotta earn it. You gotta know the layout. Joey Garboli don’t pick up a fuckin’ bag of money and bring it home to sit on without thinkin’ of what could happen to it. I got shit worked out in my head you can’t even fuckin’ imagine!”

He turned away and smoothed his hair. “Goddamn, I should fuckin’ ice both of you.” He huffed again and looked around as if an answer might be written on the furniture. “But no. No. I ain’t gonna have the mess.”

He pointed across the room at the rope—the very rope the two women had intended to use to tie him up while they made their getaway with the money. “Get the fuckin’ rope.” Joan reluctantly picked up the rope and offered it to him. Joey took the rope and pushed her onto the bed next to Tina. “You think you’re so fuckin’ smart,” he said to Joan. “But you forget: you’re a con. You fuckin’ got caught once, baby. And that was by the fuckin’ cops! You thought you could fuck with me and not get caught?”

He tied Joan’s left hand to Tina’s right. “Stand up,” Joey said to both of them. They did. “Back to back.” He ran the rope between them and tied Joan’s right hand to Tina’s left.

“You could never get into her panties, you bull dyke,” Joey growled. “You know why? ‘Cause she ain’t gay!” He turned to Tina. “Tell her you ain’t gay.”

“I ain’t gay,” Tina said mechanically.

“Tell her how much you love dick.” Tina was silent. “Tell her!”

“I love dick.”

“Tell her how much!”

“I really love dick, Joan. Seriously.”

“Bet your ass she does.”

Joey began to wrap the rope around their middles, pinning their arms to their sides. Then he criss-crossed their chests with strands, binding them shoulder to shoulder. For good measure, he wrapped it around them horizontally again, this time just above and then below their breasts, squashing and squeezing them uncomfortably.

“Is this what you were gonna do to me? Huh? Tie me up? Maybe have a little sex torture?” He made sure the ropes pulled the bodice of the mini-dress down to expose Tina’s creamy pale breasts and their rosy red nipples. He pinched her nipples with both hands, squeezing hard.

“Ow! Oh God, Joey, please don’t!”

“Fuck you, you little slut!” He pulled the remaining slack of the rope up between her legs, tugging hard.

“Oh! Ow!” Tina protested. Joey pulled up her mini-dress, exposing her panties and getting it out of the way of the rope. Then he positioned the rope firmly in the groove of her pussy. He pulled it taut again and tied it around her neck.

“See how you like that,” he said cruelly.

“Please, Joey, it hurts.”

“Shut the fuck up and get back on the bed,” Joey ordered. He pushed them back against the bed.

While Tina and Joan lay trussed up on the bed, Joey snatched a few things out of drawers and stuffed them into a bag. Then he went into the living room, where he rummaged around for several agonizing minutes before finally leaving....

 

“He’s gone. We gotta get outa here,” Tina whispered desperately. “Joey’s gonna go straight to Big Joe; and Big Joe’s gonna come straight here.”

“Jesus, Tina,” Joan groaned. “You didn’t say anything about Big Joe before. How is he involved?”

“It’s his money.”

“Fuck!” Joan growled, jerking at the ropes that held them together. Tina gasped sharply. The rope between her legs pressed hard against her pussy mound, still sensitive after a good fucking.

Joan tried to twist around to look at her. “What?”

“Don’t...move like that,” Tina said softly.

Joan stopped for a moment, then twisted slightly in her bonds again. “I think I might be able to get us loose.”

“Oh, you gotta, honey,” Tina urged. “You gotta get us loose. Big Joe will fuckin’ kill us.”

“Okay. You gotta stay calm,” Joan said softly. “Let me work on these.” She tugged at the ropes again, pulling hard first on one side, then the other.

Tina sat quietly, biting her lip, her breath coming in soft gasps. The rope between her legs slid back and forth across the smooth silk of her panties. She had to move a little just to keep it from rubbing against her clit.

“Don’t move,” Joan said. She pulled again, tightening all the ropes, feeling for slack and give. Tina held her breath as the ropes across her breasts squeezed them firmly and the rope between her legs pulled taut against her clit. “I’ve almost got it,” Joan said.

“Keep going,” Tina groaned. She moved her head back and forth, pulling the rope across her wet pussy.

“Well, I got my tits free,” Joan remarked. Tina thought of them, small and pointed, squeezed by the ropes. She moved her ass back and forth a little, maneuvering the rope deeper into the groove of her pussy. Her breath came in short gasps, and little moans escaped her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Joan asked.

“Trying to get free, Goddamnit,” Tina lied. She strained harder at her bonds to cover her rhythmic movements. “Work faster,” she urged.

Joan wriggled back and forth, trying to slide out of the ropes that had bound her breasts. They bit into Tina's breasts harder, rubbing against the bare skin roughly. “More... faster!” Tina urged.

“Are you almost free?”

“I’m almost there!” Joan helped by rocking back and forth with Tina, wriggling out of the ropes as she did. The ones under Tina’s breasts rose and rubbed against her nipples.

“Yes! Yes!” Tina cried. “Don’t stop! Oh, fuck!”

“I’m almost out!” Joan cried.

“Harder, honey! Don’t stop!” Tina suddenly gave a heavy groan and arched her back sharply, pulling the rope hard into her pussy.

“I got it!” Joan shouted. The tit-ropes went slack as they rose up around the women’s necks. That slackened the cunt-rope for Tina. She jerked her head back hard it tighten it again.

“Yes! Oh, God yes!” Tina gasped as a sudden, sharp orgasm flushed thru her and soaked her panties with sex juice. “That’s it... Oh, God yes.” She collapsed against Joan.

Joan worked at the knots around her right hand. By rocking back and forth, she could work the rope loose by pulling the end still tied around her their waists. In another minute, she had her hand free and set to work on the other one. “Fuck. We gotta get outta here.”

“We got some time now,” Tina said. “It didn’t take as long to get loose as I thought.”

“What are you talkin’ about?” Joan asked, freeing their other hands.

“It’ll be hours before Joey can talk to Big Joe. And it’ll be the middle of the night before Big Joe sends somebody back here....” Tina rocked back and forth, rubbing her thighs slowly, biting her lip.

“What are you saying?” Joan asked in disbelief.

“Please, honey. Please eat my pussy. Oh, Joan, honey, that’s all I want....”

“Oh, what the fuck...” Joan said, and buried her head between Tina’s thighs.

“Oh, Joanie, baby. Oh, Joanie!” Tina groaned. “Oh fuck, that’s good, baby!”