A Week Away

THURSDAY:

I saw the sun rise. I was in a daze from lack of sleep, and water and food. The pain was constant where I had not gone numb and every time I moved another part of my body was stabbed with aching agony as my muscles strained to do as I asked.

I kept staring hopefully at the door, hoping that Christy or Glenda would come down stairs again and give me just a little water to quench my thirst. My tongue felt swollen and the cut up bits of my boxer shorts were soaking up what little spit that came. My throat felt clogged and aflame, burning with every breath. My head was pounding, my shoulders ached, and my feet throbbed in the tight confines of the leather girly shoes forced onto my feet.

The only sense left to me there in the glare of the rising sun was the sense of smell and that was blotted with the odors that were rising off of me. It was hot and humid in my basement prison cell, and I had been sweating and mostly unwashed for two days now. I was starting to reek, and that made me gag on my gag.

It was nothing like I ever envisioned it would be. The reality of being tied- bound and gagged and at the mercy of beautiful girls was more hell than heaven. It hurt, and time and again I was left wanting in those brief moments when it was exciting and sexual. I had been beaten and bound, but worse than all of that was that I had been ignored. The girls left me totally alone for hours on end while they went about their lives, and they did not seem to care. Christy, my own sister seemed to relish it in fact. It was horrible to hear them walking about just above my head uncaring that I was in agony just under their feet. To hear them laughing…

I blinked and the sun had moved. It had to be nine in the morning at least by the position of the sun when I heard the girls moving about upstairs again, awake. They had slept late I noted, a summer luxury that I did not share. At one point I heard the television come on blaring loud enough for me to hear the noise but not the words. Not long after I heard the toilet and realized that I had to go again- though I had no idea where it was coming from. I heard the shower start up and muffled music. Laughter…

I jerked and opened my eyes to hear the front door slam shut. I listened intently and soon heard the slap of flip-flops on cement and soft skin as the two girls walked past the short row of windows showing into the basement. Standing on tiptoe as I now was I could just see their legs as they passed, heading for the car in the driveway.

I heard them laughing and talking as the car doors were unlocked, opened and closed. Seconds later the engine started and revved and finally the car rolled away, speeding down the street beyond with a slight squeal of tires. For some strange reason I felt myself getting hard again.

They had left me totally alone once more, uncaring that I was dying of hunger, thirst and pain. They apparently did not care if the house caught fire, or if we were robbed. They did not care if the Gasman came to read the meter, or if the mailman happened to drop a letter as he passed, bent low and saw me. I was totally, tightly their prisoner. Their 'hostage' my sister said. I was nothing but a toy to them now that they would throw away once they had broken me.

I was already bending to my limits…

***

I woke with a start to hear the car's tires squeal again as it pulled into the driveway. Coming awake I heard the engine rev and die, followed shortly by the doors slamming shut. I looked to the window and saw the legs of the girls as they passed, heading to the front door of the house. In moments I could hear them stomping about overhead and overly loud, no doubt for my benefit.

The sun had moved, but I had no idea how long I had slept or how long they had been gone. It was starting to get warm in the cellar again, so I imagined that it was approaching noon. I was sweating, but still I started to struggle again, trying to reach the unreachable knots that held me tight to the pipe and rafters over my head. I accomplished nothing except making my shoulders start to ache even more, and my toes still supporting most of my weight and crammed into the tiny Mary Jane shoes.

I was done and willing to admit it. The game my sister and I played so often had stopped being fun- had stopped being a game to me. I was her prisoner, mind, body and soul and I would have promised her anything to be set free at that point. The thing was however, I don't think that by then she even cared anymore.

It was probably an hour before I heard the lock on the upper door open followed by the hushed whispers of Christy and her best friend as they descended the creaking stairs. I looked at them as they came into view and both were dressed for summer again. Glenda was wearing an over-sized tee shirt that did little for her slim figure and a pair of blue leather thong sandals that accentuated her long legs and the denim cut-offs she wore. Her hair was pulled back into a fluffy tail that she had over her shoulder as she played with the ends with one hand. She carried a shopping bag in the other. Christy was dressed almost the same, except she wore a pair of black Adidas shell toe tennis shoes with white stripes and her hair was loose at her shoulders. She was carrying a McDonald's bag and as Glenda went to the sink by the washer, Christy set the bag on her chair and pulled out one of the Styrofoam containers. She looked at me with a mischievous grin-

"It's been awhile since you've eaten," she said opening the container. "Sorry about that, but I've been a little busy- ransom notes to write and all. You understand…"

Christy stepped right up in front of me and showed me the contents of the container. It was eggs I assumed, but they looked soggy and mushed. Christy took a long whiff, "Mmmmn…" she said before she upended the slop on the floor between us. I stared at the eggs and despite the horrible look and appearance my stomach started to growl. I heard Glenda's giggle as she stepped up-

"She sounds hungry," My sister's friend joked as she squatted down and placed a small Styrofoam container of water beside the pile of sloppy eggs.

"Probably thirsty too," Christy laughed as she sat in her chair and Glenda started to untie my cord from where it was tied off behind me. "I'm not a very good kidnapper I guess. Can't take care of one little captive. Guess I better not have any kids, hunh?" Glenda laughed as I fell hard to my knees almost face first into the egg slop. She bent over me and undid my gag. I looked up at my sister but she was sitting in her chair, her legs crossed and her foot bobbing before my face. I saw Glenda hop up onto the washer and cross her legs as well. Both were watching me intently. My sister thumped me in the forehead with the toe of her sneaker-

"Well," she asked, giving me a dirty look. "Eat up. You need your vitamins." They laughed.

I bent forward and immediately lapped at the water. It was warm and brackish, but I was so thirsty that I did not care. After I had almost drained the makeshift bowl I shifted position slightly and started in on the eggs. I was so hungry they could have been resting inside my sister's foulest shoes and I still would have eaten them all. I was beyond caring, though I had to admit that I did flush with embarrassment having to eat my food like a dog from the floor at their feet. They both loved it.

My face was filthy when I finished the cold and slimy eggs and I quickly lapped up the rest of the water to wash it down before Christy leaned in and scooped up the container. Breakfast was over apparently as she handed the garbage to Glenda to toss.

"I called your mother today," Christy said as she stood up over me. "She says she can't pay the ransom I've asked, so I decided to give her a few more days. We'll have to make some changes though. I'm not gonna wait on you hand and foot waiting for Mommy to call, so you're going to have to earn your keep from now on." I looked up at my sister wondering what she had in mind now, but then I saw Glenda digging into her shopping bag.

She pulled out a long, straight gray dress and I knew immediately what was coming. Christy had decided to kick her dominance of me up a notch, no longer simply satisfied with me being tied up and at her mercy. I was going to be her servant- her maid.

The two girls hauled me to my feet and while Christy held my arms Glenda undid the ropes wrapped about my wrists. When I was free of my bonds they allowed me a moment to rub my wrists before ordering me to bend over as they slipped the gray dress over my arms and head. When I stood straight again they tugged it in to place and Glenda then pulled my hair back and tied it into a tail. She then produced a pair of handcuffs from her shopping bag-

"Nooo…"

I started to balk, but Christy simply slapped me across the face. I was so shocked! She had never outright slapped me before, except for that time just days ago when we had argued. I stood stunned and held out my wrists allowing Glenda to ratchet the manacles about my wrists. In seconds I was trapped again. Christy laughed-

"Very nice," she chuckled grabbing the links and dragging me behind. "Very pretty. Upstairs is a mess. I want you to clean it up."

"You said you'd take care of the chores," I said jogging along to keep up as my sister dragged me up the stairs with Glenda following right behind. Christy stopped at the top of the stairs and lovingly stroked my face-

"I am," she smirked and yanked me along.

She drug me into the kitchen, then let me loose throwing me to the floor. I looked about and saw that the sink was piled high with dishes, the stove stained with grease and scum. Everything was filthy, and it looked as though she had not done a bit of cleaning since she had taken me prisoner.

"Clean the kitchen, maid. Earn your keep." She laughed. "Do a good job and I'll let you scrub the bathrooms."

I moaned in frustration as the two young women walked out of the kitchen, leaving me to my task. It was a mess, and I would be at it for hours, and my only reward would be my being allowed to then do the bathroom. No doubt my punishment as well. I struggled to my feet and started in…

***

I was on my knees damp-mopping the kitchen floor with a sponge when I heard the clack of heels on the linoleum. I had done the dishes already and put them away, wiped down the countertops and all of the appliances like the stove and the refrigerator, dusted off the curtains and wiped down the windows. Throughout the girls had been in the living room watching television and just simply chatting. I could smell cigarette smoke, and several times I was called on to bring them beers or sodas depending on their mood. They both treated me as a maid- more like a slave I suppose. I could not imagine any maid waiting on the two young, sexy women as I was forced to do.

I glanced up from my knees as Glenda strolled right across the kitchen floor where I was scrubbing. She walked right through the damp spot I was working at and I saw the imprint of her sandal in her wake as she went to the fridge, tossing two beer cans in the Recycle Bin then getting two more. We were running low quickly I noticed, and I wondered what would happen when we ran out completely, and what Mom would say when she found the refrigerator empty. Glenda shut the door and turned, looking down on me.

"You call that clean?" she asked, just as Bonnie had in my dream from a couple nights before. She stepped up to where I knelt; her sandaled feet right before me, sliding side to side and smearing dirt on the tiled floor.

"That's filthy," she said, rubbing at the dirt coming from the bottom of her sandals. "If I told Christy she'd come in here and beat your ass, but I won't, if…" She slid her foot forward-

"Clean my shoe," she ordered, barely suppressing her giggles. I stared at her foot; her pretty toes and shining toe ring. I knew what she wanted, and what I wanted as I bent forward from the waist, on my knees and stuck out my tongue. I licked at her pretty feet, my tongue sliding over the worn leather of her sandals, brushing her soft flesh. I licked between her toes as she chuckled and I felt my cock getting hard again. I hated this, but I loved it as well. Finally she stepped back and I glanced up staring at her grinning face. She was biting her lower lip, trying not to laugh outright with her two beers pressed to her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard.

"Better finish up, bitch," she commanded, finally strolling past. "You have a lot to do yet." And without another word Glenda strolled from the room tracking dirt through my work.

I knelt there, breathing hard and flushed as I picked up the sponge again and set to my task. I started to scrub at her footprints, wiping at the dirty tiles in the floor. She was right I knew. I was a long way from done…

***

As promised I was allowed to scrub out the bathrooms when I was done, both the main bathroom as well as the half-bath in my Mother's room. I took my sponge and scrubbed at the tub and sink, making the metal and pseudo-porcelain shine. I polished the tiles, picked lint out of the carpets and mats. I wiped down the walls and mirrors and bent low into the toilets wiping away at the shit stains that had developed over the last few days. I guess I was lucky that Christy had let me use an actual sponge and cleanser.

When the bathrooms were sparkling to Christy's approval I was then allowed to straighten up the living room. I dusted at first, polishing the furniture to a shine then broke out the vacuum and started it up. Both Christy and Glenda were annoyed at the noise and turned up the television. Christy was leaning back in the big leather recliner with her feet propped up on the rest. She had kicked off her shoes and had them sitting by the chair, forcing me to pick them up when I vacuumed near. Glenda was stretched out on the couch leaning against the armrest.

Both girls pointed at spots on the carpet that I had supposedly missed. When I finally powered down the vacuum they had me on my knees and picking lint out of the corners, pulling dust bunnies from beneath the furniture. I crawled about the floor at their direction, the short gray uniform I wore riding up my ass and showing off my panties. As I crawled near my sister's chair I felt her rest her legs on my back-

"Stay," she ordered and I heard her sigh as she got comfortable. I felt her adjust, crossing her ankles as I knelt at the base of her chair, acting as her footstool.

"You can clean my sneakers while you're down their maid," she suggested, and knowing better I scooped up one of the black Adidas and brought it to my face. I started to lick away at the soft, worn leather, trying to bring some luster back to the old shoe. It smelled horrible; the lingering odors of sweat and feet making me gag and wrinkle my nose. Christy ignored the noises I made, settling in to watch her TV program and drink her beer.

It took some time, but when she was finally satisfied that I had licked her shoes clean I heard my sister snap her fingers. I looked up, my face flushed and filthy, smelling of feet and saw Christy pointing to her friend in some regal manner. I looked to Glenda and saw her twirling her foot, her sandal dangling and slapping at her sole. I crawled over to the couch and my sister's friend stuck the sole of her shoe in my face.

I stuck out my tongue and licked at the filthy, gritty sole of her sandal. I felt the dirt and gravel as it came off on my tongue. I could smell the odor of her feet; a pleasant smell of soap, just a trace of leather. I licked all the harder to see her wide smile, liking what I was doing. After a bit she recrossed her ankles and had me start on the other shoe. It was just as dirty, and I heard her giggle as my warm tongue brushed against her flesh, tickling her toes and ankles. I moved closer, licking at the blue leather straps, the thong between her toes. Glenda did not stop me as I started brushing her foot with my tongue.

I took her toes in my mouth and started sucking. I heard her light moans as I scratched my teeth at her tender flesh. I felt her quiver, trying to pull back but I held her toe in place, in my lips. I sucked and kissed, enjoying the tender moment. Being bound and gagged for so long had truly been hell, a torture, but this was reward. It was all worth while.

Finally Glenda leaned back and placed the sole of her sandal on my forehead, pushing me away. She was red and sweating I saw as I knelt back on my knees. She was breathing hard and a small stain had appeared in her shirt between her breasts. She was excited and so was I, I had to admit.

"Bend down," she said and I did. I felt the weight of her legs on my back as she used me as a stool. "What's left?" she asked Christy and I heard my sister-

"She's done a good job," I heard my sister say as she lit another cigarette. I looked up, but all I could see were her feet as she slipped on her shoes. "He can do the rest tomorrow. I'm buzzed and it's getting late. We better put her down for the night."

I heard Glenda's cooing agreement as she got up. The weight of her long legs lifted from my back as the two girls stood beside my kneeling form. I stared at their feet as Christy grabbed me by the ponytail and jerked my head up and back-

"Hold still," she said as Glenda unlocked my cuffs and quickly wrenched my arms behind my back. I felt the cold metal tighten as she secured the handcuffs again, behind my back and shoved me over, face first on the floor at their feet. Glenda stepped on my back to hold me down as Christy swiftly bound my ankles. My sister added a rope about my knees then finally stood up and away.

Seemingly from out of nowhere my sister produced an obviously soiled pair of panties. She crouched beside me and stuffed them deeply into my mouth, laughing as I choked. She then spread several layers of duct tape over my lips to hold in the packing and keep me quiet. In the end, the two folded my bound legs until my heels were touching my hands. They tied off my leg bindings to the chain in the cuffs leaving me hog-tied on the living room floor.

"Comfy?" Christy asked as she nudged me with the toe of her sneaker. I could only moan and nod, hoping that was what she wanted to hear. I looked up her forever-long legs to see her sway a bit, and Glenda at her side was little better. Both girls were drunk, and I considered myself lucky that I was getting off as easy as I was.

Christy almost toppled over as she squatted down at my head, giggling. She adjusted my leash, rehooking it and pulling it tight as she tied it off to the leg of the sofa, so tight in fact that my face was pulled part way under the couch. I was wheezing by then, breathing in dust as my sister stood and thumped me in the side again, then rested her foot on my ass triumphantly.

"You get some sleep now," she said grinding her foot against my still tender skin. "There's still a lot of work to do tomorrow. A lotta work, and," she paused, "we may have a little surprise for you too." She chuckled and finally stepped off and away. I could hear the soft pad of Glenda's feet on the carpeting following, but from my position I couldn't see either of them.

I moaned as the lights went out, hearing the two girls as they got ready for bed in another part of the house. I wondered if they would be sleeping together, or if Glenda would be in my empty room. Hell, I didn't need it.

Sleep was a long time coming… again.