Pauline Jones

Short stories about Pauline's

The Perils of Pauline's: Pauline Jones.

The three converted barns made beautiful homes. Secluded, set away from the village but convenient to the motorway, each one with a spacious acre of ground separating them, a peaceful and quite area to live.

Number 2 had hanging baskets along the wall leading to the front door, lovely big rooms, one lounge and one dining room plus a kitchen and down stairs bathroom, all beautifully timber beamed.

Up the round staircase were three big bedrooms, again all timber beams, and all en-suite.

The master bedroom held blush pink fitted furniture and a huge bed with scrolled brass fitting's top and bottom.

The beautiful blond haired woman lay on it. Her tied wrists stretched up above her head then through the middle scroll. The rope ran from her wrist's down behind her back and between her legs, there, large rough knots had been tied every inch so as they bit in to ass and cunt before going over her flat stomach then being tied off around her waist. Every movement she made forced the knots to play on her. Her legs were open wide and fastened to the base. Her bright blue eyes looked up to the ceiling as she tried to move the round ball strapped in to her mouth. The soft wall lights now illuminated her young magnificent body, exposed and totally naked. She glistened with a light perspiration; her mind fought in it's confused state.

As she lay there she thought. In the last 24 hours I've lost count of the amount of times I've been raped, abused and forced to do degusting things by those two pervert's. I begged them to untie me but the last thing they said was, "You ain't going anywhere darling you just lay there sweetheart we are going for a beer, you just remember what's happened to you; we will be back later and we will carry on were we left off, remember your husbands away for a while yet and if you think we have finished fucking you then your dreaming." She thought, I hope they untie me before my husband gets home and why oh why have I got this uncontrollable fetish?

And how in god's name did I let it get me in this position?

The large blue removal van sat at the end of the basket-lined path. Tal Jones and his pretty new wife Pauline watched the two burly men in their matching blue overalls carry their furniture in to their new house. After two hours and several cups of coffee it was the start of the box's as they started to be taken to the correct rooms, each one carefully labelled, lounge, kitchen, bedroom, miscellanies, etc. Pauline ran excitedly from room to room changing her mind as to where things were going, Tal smiled and followed her every whim.

It must have been about 1.20 during lunch break. Pauline and Tal were sitting on the kitchen stools staring in to each others eye's sipping some celebration wine, the two men were in the back of the van chewing sandwiches, secretly pouring scotch in to their coffee. Steve lay back on some packing cases when he heard a crack.

"Oh shit what the fuck was that," Chris peered around the back, "I think your alright mate, it's a piece of our packing rack but you've moved one of their box's and it don't look non to safe."

Steve climbed around to the split box and pulled it clear, he looked at the writing on it, "Miscellanies and confidential, now there's a thing, I wonder what it is?"

Chris looked at him, "Curiosity will get you the sack, and you nearly got caught the last time."

Steve smiled as he lifted the corner of the lid, "Fucking hell, the lucky bastard."

Chris looked up, "What the fuck is it now?" Steve handed him some cards from the top of the box, most of them from a stag night party, Chris picked some out.

"For use on a trouble-some wife, keeps her tied to the kitchen sink, never say's no with one of these."

He looked at Steve, " What the fucks in the box."

The first thing Steve showed him was a set of bondage magazines then ball gags, wrist and ankle straps, vibrators, rope, nipple clips, he smiled, "Well I wonder what they get up to, look at this." It was a vibrator like a toothbrush, it rotated as the brush pulsed back and forth, "Must be fun, must do things to a darling like her"; he waved the nipple clips, "I could go blind with the thought of pulling her around on the end of these."

Pauline came to the back of the van as the box was being replace, she looked at it in Steve's hand's, "I'll take that," she grabbed at the box and marched back in the house.

Steve and Chris quickly picked up two box's and followed, they could hear her raised voice as the past the kitchen, they stopped and listened.

Pauline was her full flow, "I told you to bring this in the boot, I still haven't forgiven you for telling you mate," Tal was trying to explain, sorry, I didn't mean to, forgive me, I was drunk, I love you, he interjected between Pauline's stream of words.

"This is our secret, you promised, just because we found out I get uncontrollable turned on by being tied up is just for us not to be spread around your work and golf mate's, if you want to tie me up and make me do wicked things than that's fine, I like my sex that way but don't tell other's, how can I be expected to face them? This had better never happen again, you can think about the fool you have made of me while your away next weekend you think long and hard, I want to make this our lovely house and I will go out and buy some lovely things while your away, so think on that too."

The blue van pulled back on to the motorway, Steve looked at Chris, " I wonder if she gets uncontrollable with him or any-one?"

Chris looked back, "Well mate you will never know."

Steve smiled, "There is a small box we forgot to unload, and we are off next week-end, should we drop it back."

Chris stared at him, " You are joking?"

The smile grew wider, "I don't joke."

Pauline was restless, Tal had only been gone 2 hours, she sat reading a magazine but her mind was on the bondage fun they had last night, she got up for another coffee, as she waited for the kettle, she opened the cupboard by the sink and stared at the box, she bent down and picked out a magazine called Captive, made her coffee and went back to the lounge taking the magazine with her.

She sipped her drink and gazed at the scantly clothed woman, tied up to a beam standing on a table, the thought of her wriggling around unable to escape and being at the mercy of any-one, the thought soon caused Pauline to touch her-self through her light summer skirt.

She put her coffee cup down and looked up at the beams above her then at the dining room table, she was not only restless she was wet.

She pondered, maybe just 15 minutes, just enough to get rid of this horny itch, how would I, yes a pair of steps, then loop the rope round the beam, step down on the table, get rid of the itch and step back on the steps to release myself and, yes why not.

She put some cardboard over the table so she could wear high heels and then moved a mirror so she could see herself. She looked at her self, nice, a sort of innocent sexy, high heels, support sexy stockings, short light summer skirt, nice tight fitting shirt, she thought, this shows my firm tit's off nicely, now where's the rope.

Pauline got the box out and put it on the kitchen table, found a length of rope and then got the big steps from the garage. Positioning the steps beside the table she climbed up, measured how much rope she would need to hold her tight when she was on the table, then looped one over her wrist and held the other end. She got off the steps her arms were at full stretch, then she got back on the steps and found she could loosen the wrist, well if she could loosen one she could loosen two.

She was getting excited, she slipped the rope over one wrist, climbed the steps and pasted the rope over the beam then slipped it over her other wrist, pulling the slip knot's tight.

Just one more check that she could slide them off again, then she stepped down on to the table, her arms were held high above her as the knot's bit in to her wrists.

She threw her head back and rubbed her thighs together feeling the juicy moisture sticking between her legs, oh yes this is what it's all about, it was nice.

She moaned, oh yes she was coming, her head hung back as her eyes closed her whole body going head long in to her first orgasm.

"Hello" she jerked and looked down. Steve smiled up at her, "Hello Mrs Jones having fun."

Pauline was speechless, as she stared at him, her foot quickly moved to the steps. An even quicker flick by Chris sent them crashing to the floor, he looked at the panic stricken face, "OPP'S."

Pauline tried to be as composed as possible, "I don't know what you're doing in my house, so please put those steps back and kindly leave."

The two men sat on chairs and pulled them in to the table, they both lent on the table their heads not 2 feet from a pair of long beautiful legs. Steve smiled at Chris, "Not a very nice way to treat a couple of blokes who have just brought a box back for you."

Pauline was now getting very worried; "Look I'm sorry if I seemed rude but please put the ladder back and I will repay you your expense's."

Chris picked up the bondage mag it had been left open at the page, "Seems like our Mrs Jones is experimenting, look at this."

Pauline's head spun and turned as she saw Chris showing Steve the picture, there was now panic in her voice, "Look will you please let me down, this is not a joke and I'm getting very annoyed."

It was as if she hadn't spoke, Chris turned the page this time the picture was the next step, the woman was now tied with her legs open, held by a rope from one ankle under the table and fastened to the other, Chris looked up at Pauline, "Was this your next move?"

"Now look here put those steps back and get out, this is my house and you are trespassing, I will call the police."

Steve laughed, "Not from where I am you won't, now why don't you let us help you with your little game, sorry I mean experiment," he grabbed her ankle hard.

He didn't have to speak to Chris he just nodded and a long piece of rope was pulled from the box, he took one end and wrapped it round Pauline's ankle, she almost screamed at him, "No please stop, what do you think your playing at, stop it," all to no avail as he threw the rope under the table and Chris picked it up.

They both pulled on the leg in front of them, the heels ripped at the cardboard, she was no match for them and her legs were tied off, now well apart. With her legs parted her body lowered; her wrist's were straining on the rope.

The screaming had gone to a quiet sobbing voice, "Stop it please, I will pay you, just let me down."

Steve nodded his head, "Seems our Mrs Jones is finally learning manners, such a nice lady," he started to stroke her leg, just the calf to start with but soon he was at her knee, Chris was doing the same.

"Tell me Mrs Jones why has a nice lady like you got a box like this?"

"Please let me go, please I've done nothing to you, why--," she was cut off.

Again Steve said, "Why, yes why has a nice lady like you got a box full of fun toy's?"

By now Steve's hand was at her stocking top's and she was shaking her voice almost a whisper, "My hh husband was ga given them at his eerrrr staa stag party ahhhh," as she said the word party Steve's hand tickled the naked skin above her stockings.

Chris let his hand touch her skin, "Why didn't you get rid of them."

She was now speaking through gritted teeth, "I wassss going to throw it away a ahh," Steve's other hand was now stroking her leg between the back of her knee and the top of her stocking, Pauline was unable to stop her ass moving and her breathing was becoming erratic.

Chris pulled the back of her skirt back, up and high, he could see between and up her bound legs, he smiled, what he could see was the dark stain on her white panty's that snugly fit between her legs, he nodded to Steve, "Seems our Mrs Jones's panty's are a little damp up there."

"Well what seems to be making your pussy wet, come on, tell us and if we feel your telling the truth, we might untie you."

The two men could hardly hear, "No, Noo please why are you doing this stop, I don't want you in my house please untie me and leave."

Steve told Chris to find some beer, "This could be a long night."

Pauline managed to stamp a foot and she yelled, "Untie me you bastards and get out, just leave."

Steve got up and walked round to the box, Chris was still tickling the naked thighs; he was enjoying the way he was making her legs move. Steve pulled a ball gag out of the box and returned to the chair, stood on it then up on the table behind her. He looked at the mirror, he could see her looking at him, "A Chris she can see herself," "ooo,oo," he mockingly waved at her via the mirror, then he lifted the ball gag so she could see it, "What's this do?"

"Take that away, stop it please," Steve was right by her ear, "Only if you tell me what it's for."

"You know what it's for," Steve looked down at Chris, "Needs some help remembering? Do you remember that little gismo I showed you in the van? Try using that instead of your hand."

Pauline now knew they were there and they weren't going away, her pleading only in-sighted them to do more, her mind raced, she was helpless, tied and they knew she had done it herself for her own sexual excitement and now, worst of all, she found herself in her own fantasy, alone, tied, at the mercy of two strangers and getting wet, her body was charged, she had to stop them before it was to late, she was married to a wonderful man, she was his and his alone, and she loved him she was not the plaything of these monsters.

She said, "Look I'm sorry pleaseeeeee," the vibrating head slid up the inside of her thigh and touched he panty line beside he crutch. She went to speak as the ball was rammed in her mouth, she shook her head but Steve had the buckle snapped shut and pulled tight, her mouth opened fully as her teeth held the ball.

Steve looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled, "Now you nod or shake your head at my questions, my friend seems to have made you jump, would you like him to do it some more?" she shook her head but he carried on. "What can I see sticking out from your shirt, two little interesting lumps," his hands came round and pulled at her nipples; her head looked down then back up at him, "Chris, she just nodded."

As she stared back at him through the mirror, Chris laid the head on to her pants right over her cunt. Her knees buckled as far as they could and a low moan came from behind the gag, Steve immediately rolled her nipples, "Like that don't you," with all the strength she could muster she shook her head, "Oh I think you do, but have it your way we will just keep you tied up and your cunt going until you do like it."

His eyes were fixed on the mirror and the bound beauty he could see. Her eyes were closed, he watched his own hands slide down the front of her shirt up underneath then the outline travailing up, he felt her soft skin, then the under part of her firm tit's. He grinned at himself as his hands closed over the firm mounds feeling the pert hard nipples in the palm of his hand.

With a giggle in his voice he said, "Chris I got skin try some on that machine," Chris put his finger in to the crutch of her pants pulled down and slid the vibrator fully on to her cunt." The "Nooo," which came from behind the gag was mixed in to a loud sob, but her body uncontrollable moved.

Chris whispered, "Do you like this?"

Pauline's ass was gyrating her head moved and she moaned as the two men continued their torment. Steve stepped round her unbuttoned the shirt and started to chew on the extended nipples. Chris pulled another vibrator out of the box, long and thick and putting his head under her skirt he pushed it up her cunt while playing the brush head over her clit. Accompanied by squeals and moans Pauline's hips thrust back and forth until she came to a shuddering climax.

She hung there as Steve played with her tit's, Chris was fingering a very wet hole, "Now you did like that, so as I promised we will take you down," she looked at him through her tear stained eyes, he smiled back in to the pretty face, "And tie you in another position, a position where you will be really helpless while we play with what's on offer some more."

Chris left the buzzing plastic up and let her pants hold it in before he jumped up behind her. As Steve struggled to untie her wrists he couldn't resist grabbing himself a handful of her tits. He fondled them, squeezed the firm mounds and pulled on her nipples, he had time because Steve had to cut the rope to free her, Chris was ready as they pulled her arms behind her and retied, they jumped down and took away the ankle ropes, she tried to kick out at them but at the second attempt her leg was caught and she was held until Chris lowered her in to the waiting arms of Steve, "Come on darling lets go upstairs and tie you up the way you like it, then we can have some fun on your big bed, Chris bring the some fun box."

She was half marched and half dragged to the stairs, she fought not to go but as she moved the feeling of the ropes tight on her wrist's and the plastic cock still wedged and buzzing up her was to much, she could feel that her cunt was twitching, she moaned as she stopped fighting, her body forced her to give in. It was imposable for her to stop the men taking her upstairs. The large scroll ended bed sat in the middle of the bedroom, Chris and Steve grinned at each other as they pushed Pauline in.

Apart from the fact that her shirt was undone she was still fully dressed, the two men walked her to the edge of the bed and pushed her down. Chris put his left hand on her exposed tit's and held her down, Steve lifted the front of her skirt and looked under, the end of the vibrator could clearly be seen under her pink pant's, he smiled at Chris, "Makes a nice droning noise don't it."

Chris said, "Must be doing something to her, her ass can't keep still, come on let's get her tied again and empty a load up her, my balls ache."

Steve went to the box, sorted out a magazine, "Pull her back up let's have her sit on the thing for a while, here you are Mrs Jones, pick which picture you like and we will do the rest."

Pauline now sat firmly on the vibrating plastic cock it was doing incredible things to her, she looked at them for mercy, all she got was the pages being flicked slowly in front of her. She looked at the pathetic faces of the bound women, the feeling in between her legs was overpowering; she couldn't help but squirm.

"Hay I like the look of that, what about you?" Steve thrust the page in her face. As she focused on the picture she felt a hand go under her skirt and push the vibrator up her, she squealed again. "Seems that's the one, and the woman's naked so it looks like we are going to have to strip you so let's get your clothes off and get to it," Steve's face was a picture of triumph as he showed it to Chris.

It was a picture of a naked busty blond, her arms were folded in front of her and tied tightly together and then to her body, her legs were bent and fastened at the ankle to the upper thigh, she was gagged. Ropes had been threaded behind the bent knees and through her upper arms and she was suspended, wide legged like a swing. A man was kneeling between her legs licking her open cunt while another stood, holding her head back and down letting his cock lay on her face, with in twenty minutes Pauline hung the same.

Steve grinned down at her, "Lets complete the picture, you don't mind if we get comfortable, my trousers seem to be constricting something," both him and Chris stripped.

Pauline's head swung around trying to see what they were doing, Steve's naked legs approached her she looked up to see him waving a ribbed full size imitation cock, the way her arms had been tied forced her firm tit's up between them. He pulled hard on her nipple pulling her tits from between her folded arms, Steve laughed in her face as he pushed the cock between them. She gasped through the gag it was Chris running his fingers between her soaking slit, "What do you want, plastic or the real thing." Steve was still looking at her, "Let's give you plastic first then you will give the real thing a real good time."