Home Along Part 2

Home Alone: The Way it Really Happens (Part 2)
by Scarf Lover

It was three days later...I pushed the garage door opener. While I waited, I glanced next door...Wendy's Mustang was in the driveway. I had considered going over to talk with her about what had happened, but I could never get up enough nerve to do it. We had seen each other a couple of times. She had smiled and waved, but no exchange of words. The garage door was up and I drove my red Renault into the garage. The car had been my mom's, but I got it when my dad past away.

I started to get out of the car when I sensed a motion behind me on the driver's side of the car. Before I could get out of the car, I heard a voice I recognized.

"Hello Tommy...don't do anything foolish, I have a gun", Cindy's voice rang with confidence, "Just stay seated...Wendy is depending on you"

"What have you done with Wendy? And why have you come back?...you took everything of value the first time", I asked in a stressed voice.

"Hush dear, I'll tell you everything in a few minutes", she said as she handed me a silk headscarf with her free hand, "Tie this over your eyes...Wendy really is depending on you" I took the scarf...it was already folded into a triangle. It was one of Wendy's...I had seen her wear it yesterday. It had a floral pattern on a white background. Large lilacs came up from each corner so no matter how the square was folded, there was a bright patch of purple flower showing. Without folding it further, I placed the scarf over my eyes and face and tied it at the back of my head. The scarf covered my whole face and despite being able to see light and dark, the blindfold produced the helplessness Cindy wanted. Under other conditions, inhaling the sweet smell of the scarf would have produced a wonderful fantasy about Wendy, but my mind was trying to focus on how best to get out of this predicament. I heard Cindy move and the garage door began to descend and with it the light in the garage.

"Okay Tommy, slowly get out of the car...turn around and put your hands behind your back", she commanded and I complied. I felt the soft silk of another scarf being wrapped around my wrists. Only the silk began to feel like iron when Cindy pulled it tight and knotted it. I gave an involuntary gasp.

"There...that's much better", Cindy remarked, "All tied up again...I do like you helpless"

"I don't know why you're doing this...but you won't get away wiaahhummmppp", my reply was cut short by something soft and filling being forced into my mouth. I felt Cindy's fingers push it deeply into my mouth.

"You just don't learn, Tommy. I also like you well-gagged, unless of course you are using your mouth to pleasure me and you WILL pleasure me again, I assure you. Your gag is a present from Wendy...satin panties...I made sure she soaked them with her sweat juices...a perfect way to keep you from mak'in a fuss. I think she has the hots for you", Cindy said with glee in her voice. I felt a cotton handkerchief being pulled between my lips and knotted at the back of my head. Then the blindfold was removed. For the first time, I got a good look at Cindy. Her face was the same, but she now had blond hair. She was wearing a plain white silk headscarf tied under the chin. The scarf and her hair contrasted with the large dark glasses covering her eyes. She was wearing a white silk blouse and a navy blue skirt. Her shoes matched her skirt. I tried not to think about the wad in my mouth. She's playing mind games with me, I thought...and yet, the gag had a familiar, if different flavor. She had tied the handkerchief very tightly in my mouth. This had the effect of not only forcing the panties deep into my mouth, making it difficult to open my mouth.

"You don't mind if I turn you into a woman for a few minutes...do you Tommy? I can't very well walk you over to Wendy's looking like a tied and gagged young man. There are too many people who might see you", she said as she tried to put the scarf over my head. I jerked away. She gave me an irritated look and said, "If you don't behave, things will go very badly for Wendy. If I'm not back soon...well, you don't want the gory details of what will happen to your sweet neighbor, do you? All I am going to do is use a headscarf to hide your gag and a woman's raincoat to hide your tied hands.

A couple minutes later I was walking between houses. Cindy had her arm around me and her gun poked painfully into my side, but out of sight from the rest of the world. The raincoat was very warm for that time of year. The scarf was tightly tied under my chin and was pulled forward so that it was all, but impossible for anyone to see the gag. The silk against my cheeks felt soothing and the breeze cause the scarf to move gently.

There were several women out in their yards hanging laundry and doing gardening.I expected at any minute for one of them to point a finger and say "Hey, whats going on there...I'm going to call the police." No one did...within seconds the women faded from view as we approached the back door to Cindy's house. I was pushed through the sliding glass door and almost fell. I managed to regain my balance. Cindy grabbed my arm and directed me through the house. It had the same floor plan as ours, but in reverse. We went upstairs. My mind was full of questions, but the gag made it impossible to ask any of them. I would have to play this game out on Cindy's terms.

Finally, we entered the master bedroom. There was Wendy. She didn't look happy. She was on the bed...hogtied with her own headscarves. The skirt and blouse she was wearing didn't cover much any more. The skirt was riding high revealing that Wendy no longer was wearing panties, although her garter, stockings and high heel shoes were still intact. I stifled my gag reflex as I wondered if I was chewing on her missing panties. Her blouse had been ripped open and her bra had been cut apart revealing her amble white breasts. Anger rose in me as I thought about Cindy's partner fondling Wendy or worse. Wendy was trying to struggle, but the scarves were tied very tightly. She looked incredibly sexy in the colorful, if stringent hogtie. Cindy had kept the bondage simple, but effective. Wendy's ankles were crossed and tied with a blue and white checkerboard scarf. This made it difficult to for Wendy to close her legs. The bush of hair between her legs was clearly visible. Sensing my stare, Wendy rolled onto her stomach. Her hands were also crossed and tied behind her back. The pink and black scarf was rolled so that the pattern was impossible to see. The scarf connecting Wendy's hands and feet was a solid navy blue scarf. Between her teeth, there was a large red scarf with blue flowers on it. That scarf held in place, as I later learned, at least five lady's handkerchiefs, which Cindy had slowly stuffed into Wendy's hapless mouth one at a time until Wendy's mouth was solid with cotton.

I was surprised when Wendy showed no signs of recognizing me. Then I remembered the headscarf and raincoat. Cindy removed the headscarf and recognition flooded Wendy's eyes and embarrassment covered my face. The coat was removed. Cindy didn't stop there. She unbuckled my pants and they dropped to the floor. I wanted to fight her, but somehow I was frozen. Her hand caressed my briefs...I felt her finger tips lightly touch the area around my cock. She yanked my underpants off exposing me for both her and Cindy to see. I felt her tie the scarf, which had been my blindfold, around my ankles. Cindy got down on one knee. I felt her tongue touch the tip of my cock. What felt like an electrical shock went through my body. I did not want to respond to this woman. And yet, I wanted the feel of her tongue and mouth on my cock.

"I have a better idea...", Cindy said abruptly. She got up and pushed me on the bed. I had no control as I fell next to Wendy, my face ended up near Wendy's knees. Part of me hoped that she would roll over so I would get a better look at that magical area between her legs. She did roll over at Cindy's bidding. I had a great desire to bury my head in that forest of hair that guarded Wendy's pussy and pleasure her...only that wasn't possible with the gag in my mouth.

"Make him real hard!", Cindy commanded Wendy. I realized that Wendy's gag had been removed. I wasn't prepared for the wave of blinding pleasure that overcame me when Wendy's lips and mouth covered my cock. I screamed into my gag.

"If you cum, Wendy will regret it!", Cindy warned me. I almost didn't hear her. Wendy worked me until I thought I was going to explode...not just my cock, but my whole body.

"Thats good enough!", Cindy almosted shouted. Although I couldn't see, I realized that Cindy was regagging Wendy. Then I was pushed onto my back and Cindy mounted me. I felt my cock slide into her pussy, which was dripping wet from excitement. I didn't want to give this woman pleasure, but I was so overwhelmed with the physical contact. All I could do was close my eyes. Cindy was riding me so hard that the bed was squeaking much louder than any gagged noise Wendy or I could make. I felt Cindy climax and still continued. I felt her head for another climax and I exploded. I heard Cindy scream with delight. Then she collapsed on me.

Cindy did something unexpected...after she rolled off of me, she fell asleep. She apparently felt secure enough to take a nap. Why not? We were bound and gagged. If we made much of a fuss, she would immediately wake up. No one was expected for hours...

Wendy carefully rolled over so her bound hands were touching me. I also rolled over so we were back to back. Although I couldn't reach the knots on Wendy's bindings, she was at just the right spot to work on mine. It took a few minutes to undo the knots. Everytime Cindy moaned we froze. Suddenly, my hands were free. I carefully untied my ankles. Moving slowly, so I didn't disturb Cindy's sleep, I managed to untie Wendy.

Cindy opened her eyes and saw us standing over her...then she opened her mouth the scream. Wendy crammed a "fresh" pair of her dirty panties in Cindy's unwilling mouth. Together we tied her...hogtying her.

"Where is her partner?", I asked when we had subdued her.

"He left her...took all the loot with him. Apparently he left her bound and gagged in a hotel room. A hotel maid found her a day later. She needed money so she decided to come back here", Wendy explained.

"What now?", I asked.

She didn't answer me. Instead she kissed me deeply. Over the next hour we forced Cindy to excite us both. First Wendy sat on her face. Then I got great enjoyment forcing Cindy to suck my cock. Finally, Wendy and I retired to another room and made love. We left Cindy to struggle bound and gagged. Time passed...both Wendy and I were exhausted so we fell asleep in each other's arms. We heard a noise and we both looked up...there was Cindy with a gun pointed at us. She wasn't too happy...

I woke up with a start. I looked around...no Wendy and no Cindy. It was all a dream! Damn! My bed was soaked and not just from sweat.

I got up, showered and got dressed. I went downstairs. There was a knock at the door. I answered it.

"Hi, my name is Cindy Drake...I work with your mother. You must be Tommy", the woman said.

The End