Previously…
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 1 includes a pin-up of Bindy, if you'd like a little visual aid.
Now, on with the show…
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My Softbody Heroine
Part 4
Bindy and I were tickled awake by our two hostesses just as the sun was coming up. They fed us breakfast and even gave us some clothes before sending us on our way. I got a pair of worn overalls they told me belonged to a girl named Vera. “She’s quite generous in the hips, so it’ll just fit,” Robin said. They gave Bindy a pale blue dress that buttoned up the front. It was still pretty tight — there were gaps between the buttons where it stretched across her bust, and it hugged her hips and butt — but it was probably a better fit than anything we would have been able to swipe off Robin and Christina’s clothes line the night before. “Who does this belong to?” Bindy asked as she wriggled around, trying to adjust the fit. “I know it’s not either one of yours.”
“It’s Desiree’s,” Christina said. “She left it here one night. We can pick it up when we come by your place tonight, if the invitation still stands.”
“Of course it does,” Bindy said. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“And we’ll bring some food for dinner, so you don’t have to do all the work.”
After thanking them again, we said good-bye and went on our way. Clothed and well-rested, Bindy and I made our way down the winding country roads, through fields and copses. As we walked, we rehearsed our story several more times. The morning was warm and clear, and it wasn’t long before we made our way back to where I had been abducted by Traci and Jane. To my relief, the scooter was still there, hidden away among the brush. I offered once again to give Bindy a ride home, but she still insisted on coming with me to the station. She hopped on the back of the scooter, and by mid-morning, we were pulling up to the station.
Cheryl’s eyes popped open when we walked through the door. She was standing just inside the entrance, deep in conversation with Ronnie, her second-in-command. “Where have you been?” she exclaimed. “We’ve been looking all over for you. And what are you wearing?”
I introduced them to Bindy, and we launched into the story we had rehearsed what felt like a thousand times. I was pretty confident it was airtight, though I was still a little nervous, fearing some small detail might trip me up, or some tiny discrepancy between our two accounts might expose us. But mostly, I worried the tale might sound a little too rehearsed, a little too detailed to be believable. I had had the same training as Cheryl and Ronnie, and knew they were trained to look for those kinds of subtleties.
And here, once more, I was grateful that Bindy had insisted on coming with me. She turned on the charm, breathlessly relating our (made up) adventures, gazing at Cheryl and Ronnie with her big, light blue eyes. She placed her hands across her chest as she told how scared she had been, how she had been stripped and tormented until I came along to rescue her. Her bosom heaved under her dress as she described our daring escape and our flight through the countryside. She talked about how brave I had been, how I had put myself in danger just to save her…
I could tell Cheryl and Ronnie believed her. To their eyes, Bindy was the epitome of the buxom, innocent country girl, and though she was putting on a performance, the reason it was so successful was because it wasn’t all that far from the real Bindy. There was very little about her that was devious; she really was this nice, sweet, and generous, and even Cheryl and Ronnie’s practiced eyes couldn’t tell how resourceful she could be.
Once finished, we recounted parts of our story in response to questions from Cheryl and Ronnie. “We had no idea what happened to you,” Cheryl said to me. “Frankly, I feared you had snuck off and violated your probation.”
“I know you did,” I said. “Maybe I should have returned for reinforcements, but I was afraid they’d get away.”
“I understand,” Cheryl said. “Well, considering your situation, protocol demands that we question each of you seperately.” She smiled at Bindy. “Please don’t take offense. I hate to ask more of you after the ordeal you went through, but like I said, it’s routine.”
“Whatever you need, Sheriff, I’m happy to help,” Bindy said. “Goodness knows what would have happened to me without the police.”
I followed Ronnie into an interview room while Bindy and Cheryl went to another. There, I repeated the story to Ronnie, who interrupted with questions many times. After about an hour, Ronnie left me alone in the room. I knew she and Cheryl were comparing notes outside, but I wasn’t too worried. Ronnie’s questioning had been rigorous, but the whole process had something half-hearted about it. They wanted to believe us, and this was just a formality they had to go through.
Ronnie came and got me and I followed her into the main room, where Cheryl and Bindy were already waiting. Bindy flashed me an excited smile when she saw me.
Cheryl said they had had no reports about a maurauding gang in the area, so it seemed as though they had fled. “Still, we’ll be on the lookout,” she said. She turned to me. “In the meantime, I think it would be a good idea if you escorted Bindy back to her farm and remained with her for a few days. I’m concerned that this gang might return, and since she lives alone, it would be good to have someone there to protect her, just in case.”
“Thank you, Sheriff,” Bindy said. “That would be so kind of you, and it would be such a relief. I would feel so much safer.”
Cherly looked at me. “You’ll be expected to help her out around her farm, of course…”
I told her I’d be happy to help Bindy.
Bindy and I hopped on my scooter and took off. We reached Bindy’s farm by late morning and started work immediately. After changing into shorts and a t-shirt, Bindy washed the dress she had borrowed and then joined me in weeding the garden. We broke for a little lunch, then for the rest of the afternoon we cleared brush, mended a fence, picked tomatoes, and inspected some crops. It was hard, sweaty work, but I didn’t mind — I enjoyed being out in the fresh air and sunshine, especially with such good company. Bindy and I chatted the whole time, and the day passed quickly. It was late afternoon when Bindy called a halt, reminding me that Robin and Christina were coming over, and she needed to get ready for her guests.
“Come on,” she said, undoing the shoulder straps of my overalls. “Time to wash up.”
She led me over to the side of the house where I saw a pipe jutting from the wall about six feet up. Standing behind me, she positioned me under the nozzle. “Here… reach up and grab the pipe with both hands.”
It was a little strange, but I did as she instructed. I didn’t notice the two cloth bindings inconspicuously wrapped around the pipe until she had slipped them over my wrists.
“Hey! Bindy, come on…!”
“Oh, just relax,” she said. She peeled off my overalls and threw them to the side. “I just want to make sure you’re all clean before we go inside, that’s all.” She pulled the thin chain above me and a steady stream of lukewarm water sprinkled down on me.
“I think I can clean myself up,” I said.
“But I’m going to get you really clean.” Bindy pulled a bar of soap from a small bucket tucked off to the side. She wetted the soap and began lathering her up her hands. “Don’t you like being all clean after a hard day’s work? I know I do. Trust me, you’ll feel great…”
She turned off the water and began rubbing me all over with the soap. “I… I d-d-don’t th-think this is what Cheryl had in mind…” I sputtered, squirming as her hands ran up and down my arms and neck.
“Well, she sent you here to help me, right?” Bindy said, rubbing my underarms. “I don’t think she’d appreciate it if I left you all dirty after a hard day’s work.”
She covered me with soap from my neck to my ankles as I twisted and squealed. “B-b-bindee!… yeee-hee-hee!…"
“Hold still,” she teased as she finished soaping up my legs. “You’re so wiggly…”
Once she was done, she tickled me by tracing little loops and lines in the soap, laughing as I danced around on my toes. But that little game was mercifully brief; she turned the water on again and rinsed me off while she got undressed and joined me under the spout. She gave herself a shower, rubbing up against me constantly as she soaped up and rinsed off. With the water cascading down on us she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a long, deep kiss. I moaned her name as she held me. “Please, untie me…”
“Mmmm… not just yet, sweetie.” She turned off the water and stepped away, shaking her hair out. “I’ll be back in a sec…”
“Wait! You’re just going to leave me here?”
“I can’t untie you now,” she smiled. “Look at the state you’re in. You’re all wound up. Our guests will be here soon and I have to get ready. If I untied you, I wouldn’t get anything done.”
“But Bindy…”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be right back.”
I watched her round butt twitch as she walked away, leaving me there. It wasn’t too long before I heard a wagon making its slow way down the drive to pull up in the front of the house. It was Christina and Robin, accompanied by a third woman. They hopped out of the wagon, each of them carrying baskets, and came over towards me.
“Well this is a pleasant surprise,” Christina said. “What are you doing here?”
I told her Sheriff Cheryl had “leant” me to Bindy for a few days to protect her in case the band of women came back. The three girls laughed.
“Look like you’re doing a great job protecting her,” Robin said, looking me up and down. She gestured to her friend. “This is Desiree, by the way. Bindy borrowed her dress.”
We said hello to each other. Desiree was a little on the tall side; her straight auburn hair had a reddish tinge to it, and she wore a knee-length floral dress with buttons down the front and a scooped neckline that went very low.
“We brought Desiree along to make it an even party,” Christina said. “If we knew you were going to be here, we would have scrounged up another girl. So, where’s our hostess?”
“Inside starting dinner.”
“And she left you out here, standing guard, huh?” Christina poked my belly.
“Ahh! Stop that!”
“Stop what? This?”
“Ahh…!”
“This?”
“…(snort)… k-k-kwit-t-t!…”
“Come on Desiree. Help us out…”
The three women closed around me, poking and pinching and teasing. I twisted under their gentle assault, sputtering with laughter. “Sttahhpp! Hee-hee-hee… Cc-come on!… yeeheehee…!”
Bindy came to my rescue. “Hey! That’s enough, girls!” she laughed. She had changed into jean shorts and a tight pale pink t-shirt. “I left him out here to cool off, but you’ve got him all wound up again.”
With cries of mock disappointment, the girls dispersed. Bindy sent them inside, then turned to me. “Well, I don’t want to just leave you out here… Look, promise you’ll be good now, and I’ll let you go. Promise?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Really. If you’re good now, you’ll get an even bigger reward later.”
“Okay… okay, I promise. No funny business.”
Bindy untied me and we went inside. She gave me a pair of shorts — loose but very short — and I joined our guests in preparing dinner.
The girls chatted and laughed, trading stories and gossip and jokes as we sat around the low table in Bindy’s main room, obviously enjoying the food and the company. The atmosphere was very relaxed and friendly; not since I had left the capital to start my probation had I felt so comfortable and at ease. The women were quite affectionate, too, with each other and with me. Through out the evening I was regularly treated to casual, off-hand caresses and light touches, even a few gentle squeezes here and there. They would brush against me as we moved about the room, fetching plates and bowls and drinks, resting their hands on my arms or shoulder or back as they bustled past, and I noticed they were the same way with each other.
I made myself useful by cleaning up, preparing, and all the other little “stuff” you do when you’re hosting a small party, but I tried to keep sort of a low profile. I usually only talked when I was asked a question, preferring to simply sit and listen. Frankly, though I felt comfortable there, I didn’t want to draw too much attention to myself; the girls didn’t treat me as an outsider — as I said, they were very friendly — but I was aware that I was one, with sort of an uncertain status at Bindy’s farm. Was I her guard? Her servant? Cheryl had basically “given” me to Bindy for the next few days — what did that mean, exactly? If these women wanted to… test the boundaries of that relationship, I wasn’t sure what I could do about it.
Also, I was a little distracted. Not only was I in close proximity to four very friendly cuties in high spirits, but I hadn’t really settled down completely from either the wash up Bindy had given me earlier, or the brief episode afterwards, when our guests had found me naked and bound in the yard. Sitting there, enjoying the meal and the chatter, I was hardly overwhelmed with lust, but it wouldn’t have taken much to put me in that state.
My fuzzy concentration became all too obvious once the main meal was over and we were sitting around the low table in Bindy’s main room playing card games. The rest of the company found it easy enough to nibble on fruit, sip at a drink, carry on a conversation and play cards at the same time, but it seemed beyond me. I had played the game before, but kept making easy mistakes, with the result that I was the first one out in every hand.
When I lost for the fourth straight time in a row, Robin smiled and asked me what the matter was. “Don’t they play these games in the Citadel?”
I laughed and attempted an excuse. “I guess I’m just a little… off tonight,” I replied.
“I can’t blame you,” Bindy said. “After all you’ve gone through, you’re probably still a little stressed out.”
I denied it, saying I felt very comfortable here.
“I’m happy to hear it, but still, you’ve had a tough time. Here, let me…” Bindy slipped behind me so that I was sitting in between her legs, my back to her. Her legs stretched out on either side of me. “Let me help you relax,” she said. Her big hands started kneading my shoulders and upper back. “Oh, so tense,” she said. “I fear I’ve neglected you.”
“Oh no,” I said, enjoying the massage. “Like I said, I feel very comfortable here. It’s the most relaxed I’ve felt in ages. Really. You’ve all been really nice to me.”
“Yeah, but all our adventures yesterday, and your long probation… it takes a toll on a person,” Bindy said. She looked up at Desiree, Robin, and Christina. “Can you imagine being on probation like he was? Out here far from home, on these hot country days, and he’s not allowed to have any fun at all?”
“No fun at all?” Desiree said. “That’s sounds very harsh. I hardly think that what you did deserved that kind of punishment.”
“That’s what I thought,” Bindy said. She continued to rub my upper back and shoulders, alternating a deep massage with gentle fingernail scratches across my back and up and down my spine, making me shiver.
“But… well, didn’t we have some fun last night?” Christina said.
“Oh, yes we did,” Bindy said. “Lots of fun. But it probably wasn’t enough for him. We had just had that harrowing adventure, and he was worried he had violated his probation… I know he loved last night as much as I did, but he probably couldn’t really relax and just, you know, let go…”
“You’re right,” Christina said. “I know being on probation like that would be really tough on me.”
Robin shuddered. “I couldn’t deal with that kind of… frustration.”
“And if you knew him like I do… well, you’d know how awful it was for him,” Bindy said. “He’s really sensitive, probably as ticklish as I am.”
Desiree giggled. “That’s hard to believe.”
“It’s true. Just the littlest touch can get him.” Bindy flicked a fingernail down my spine, and the women grinned when they saw me shiver. I probably should have been somewhat embarrassed by what Bindy was saying about me, but her back rub had put me in a half-stupor. “And he’s also very… susceptible. Just the sight of some cutie fills his head with lusty thoughts, especially if she’s really soft and curvy.” She gave my shoulder a kiss. “But you don’t have to worry about anything now,” she said to me. “Not while you’re here with us. Hold on…”
She stopped rubbing my back and I felt her shifting and fussing around behind me. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but the three women facing me could. Robin guffawed and covered her mouth, while both Desiree and Christina sported wide grins. “Okay…” Bindy said. “That’s better.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw her shirt and bra drop to the floor beside us. “Now lean back,” she said to me, give my shoulders a gentle pull.
My back come to rest against her warm skin. She seemed to be reclining a bit also, and I guessed she had propped herself up against a big cushion. I felt her huge, soft breasts pressed against me, ballooning out from underneath me. Her arms slipped around me. “Now, put your arms up, around my neck,” she whispered.
I did as she asked. “Now just relax,” she said softly. “I want to make you feel good. You’re in my house and you have nothing to worry about, so just let me help you feel good.”
She began slowly caressing my chest and belly. I moaned and arched my back as her hands traveled across my torso. “Ohhh, Bindy…” I sighed. My body felt like it was sinking. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the pleasure of her hands sliding up and down, round and round.
After a short while, she whispered in my ear “Now keep your arms up…” I felt her fingers on my wrists, trailing down the underside of my arms, past the elbows, lower, lower… I was already tittering and squirming by the time she reached my underarms. I yelped and pulled my arms down to my sides.
Bindy gave a breathy laugh. “Come on, keep them up,” she chided. “It’s okay.”
Once again, I obeyed, and she slipped her fingers back into my underarms, lightly twirling them around in little circles. “B-B-Bindy,” I gasped, snorting back giggles and squirming. “You’re t-t-tickling mee-hee-hee-hee…”
“But doesn’t it feel good?” she said. “Hmmm? Doesn’t it?”
I had to admit that it did feel good; it was light, gentle tickling, more sensual than tortuous.
“Come on, giggle for me,” Bindy said. “Let me hear it.”
I couldn’t help myself at this point. “… eee-hee-hee…hee-hee-hee…”
“Mmmm, that’s it…”
I let the giggles bubble out of me, giving Bindy all she wanted. Eventually she seemed to get her fill; her fingers left my underarms and she let me recover briefly, lying there on top of her and sighing. But she only let me recover for a few moments. A gentle brushing sensation on my nipples made me gasp. I opened my eyes and looked down to see the tips of her index fingers softly circling my nipples. “…oooo-hoo-hoo…” I shivered all over, each delicate, teasing circle tickling me a little bit more. A quick flick over their tips and I let loose with a high-pitched squeak. I heard someone laugh, and suddenly remembered the three other women in the room. They were all staring at us, grinning. My skin was already flushed from Bindy’s caresses and tickles, but I felt my face grow even redder. Bindy seemed to sense what was up. “Oh come on,” she cooed, nuzzling my ear. “There’s no need to be shy. We’re all friends here, and there’s not a single person in here who doesn’t go crazy when their nipples are teased.”
“… ooo-hooo-hoo… neee-heee-hee…”
Bindy kissed my ear. “I have an idea… Christina, will you give him a foot rub?”
“Sure.” Christina stretched out on her stomach and took my right foot in her hand.
“Be nice,” Bindy said. “And Desiree, why don’t you take your top off and let Robin tickle your feet?”
Desiree laughed. “Now wait a minute…”
“Oh come on, please,” Bindy said. “Robin will be gentle. I know she will. Please. I’ll make it up to you, I promise…”
“Oh, okay,” Desiree laughed. With a big smile on her face she undid the buttons down the front of her dress, shrugged her shoulders out, peeled it down to her waist and then unsnapped her bra. Robin was sitting next to her. “Put those tootsies right here,” she said, patting her lap. Desiree took her bra off and leaned back. Propping herself up on her elbows, she put her feet in Robin’s lap. Desiree’s breasts were huge, almost as big as Bindy’s, but with Christina massaging my foot and Bindy teasing my nipples, I was too busy giggling and moaning to stare as much as I would have liked.
“Mmmmm... I love to touch you,” Bindy cooed in my ear as she returned to rubbing my chest. “I love to make you feel good. I love to tickle you.”
Her hands traveled to my sides, fingertips tracing up and down. My body trembled as quiet, breathy giggles poured out of me. “Don’t you love it?” she breathed. “Don’t you love the soft tickles?”
“… yess… yess… hee-hee-hee…”
Her fingers fluttered as she stroked my soft skin. “Is Christina being nice to your feet?”
“… ohhh… it feels good… it all feels so good…” I moaned.
I felt her fingers slide over to my belly. I snorted and bucked as she began to spider them all over — out to my sides, right under my ribs. When they danced across the particularly sensitive band below my navel and above my waist I started giggling in earnest again. She gently poked me there a few times before she began to use her fingertips to leisurely draw circles, loops and cirliques. “Are you watching Robin and Desiree, sweetie?” she said, one finger slowly circling my bellybutton. “Are you?”
Across from us, Robin was smiling as she slowly and gently ran her fingers up and down Desiree’s soles. Much like what Bindy was doing to me, Robin’s tender treatment wasn’t quite enough to send Desiree into hysterics, just keep her giggling. Her soft, steady laughter made her chest bobble enticingly.
“Keep watching them, cutie,” Bindy said. “Keep watching them…” Then, she slipped a hand into my shorts…
I cried out in pleasure, my hips twitching frantically. Her fingers were lightly stroking my balls. I moaned, crying her name. Bindy giggled sweetly. “I’m so glad Cheryl let you stay with me,” she said, her lips against my ear. “This is just the beginning for you. We’re going to have such fun together…”
“Ohhhh… ohhh Bindy…”
Then her other hand slid down to gently but firmly grip my shaft and begin slowly stroking.
“OHHHH… OH PLEASE… DON’T STAAHAAHAAPP…!” I was babbling, practically crazy with pleasure.
“Stop?” I heard Bindy say. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Now, let yourself go. Let yourself go for me…”
“… AIEEEEEEEE!” My body shook uncontrollably as I came, possessed by a spasm of pleasure that seemed to only release me when my senses did…
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I came to later that night, woken by some slight noise — a “click,” a soft creaking sound — to find myself lying naked in a large bed. Brass railings adorned the bed’s head and foot, though beyond that it was too dark to make out any details of my surroundings. I heard the creaking sound again, much more distinct, and this time accompanied by the padding of bear feet. I raised my head. “Who is that?” I murmured.
“Don’t worry, it’s just me.” I recognized Bindy’s voice. “I came up here to check on you.”
“Where am I?”
“Upstairs in my room.” My eyes had adjusted to the dark somewhat, and I could see Bindy standing by the side of the bed. I could hear loud cackling coming from somewhere else in the house.
“Who’s that laughing?”
“That’s Christina,” she said, slipping out of her shorts and underwear. “Those three are still having good old time downstairs.”
She slid into the bed and pressed herself against me. Her naked body was as soft and pillowy as the bed itself. “Now,” she said, kissing and gently tickling me. “Let’s see if you can still give as good as you get…”
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Part 5 (the final episode) is right here
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 1 includes a pin-up of Bindy, if you'd like a little visual aid.
Now, on with the show…
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My Softbody Heroine
Part 4
Bindy and I were tickled awake by our two hostesses just as the sun was coming up. They fed us breakfast and even gave us some clothes before sending us on our way. I got a pair of worn overalls they told me belonged to a girl named Vera. “She’s quite generous in the hips, so it’ll just fit,” Robin said. They gave Bindy a pale blue dress that buttoned up the front. It was still pretty tight — there were gaps between the buttons where it stretched across her bust, and it hugged her hips and butt — but it was probably a better fit than anything we would have been able to swipe off Robin and Christina’s clothes line the night before. “Who does this belong to?” Bindy asked as she wriggled around, trying to adjust the fit. “I know it’s not either one of yours.”
“It’s Desiree’s,” Christina said. “She left it here one night. We can pick it up when we come by your place tonight, if the invitation still stands.”
“Of course it does,” Bindy said. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“And we’ll bring some food for dinner, so you don’t have to do all the work.”
After thanking them again, we said good-bye and went on our way. Clothed and well-rested, Bindy and I made our way down the winding country roads, through fields and copses. As we walked, we rehearsed our story several more times. The morning was warm and clear, and it wasn’t long before we made our way back to where I had been abducted by Traci and Jane. To my relief, the scooter was still there, hidden away among the brush. I offered once again to give Bindy a ride home, but she still insisted on coming with me to the station. She hopped on the back of the scooter, and by mid-morning, we were pulling up to the station.
Cheryl’s eyes popped open when we walked through the door. She was standing just inside the entrance, deep in conversation with Ronnie, her second-in-command. “Where have you been?” she exclaimed. “We’ve been looking all over for you. And what are you wearing?”
I introduced them to Bindy, and we launched into the story we had rehearsed what felt like a thousand times. I was pretty confident it was airtight, though I was still a little nervous, fearing some small detail might trip me up, or some tiny discrepancy between our two accounts might expose us. But mostly, I worried the tale might sound a little too rehearsed, a little too detailed to be believable. I had had the same training as Cheryl and Ronnie, and knew they were trained to look for those kinds of subtleties.
And here, once more, I was grateful that Bindy had insisted on coming with me. She turned on the charm, breathlessly relating our (made up) adventures, gazing at Cheryl and Ronnie with her big, light blue eyes. She placed her hands across her chest as she told how scared she had been, how she had been stripped and tormented until I came along to rescue her. Her bosom heaved under her dress as she described our daring escape and our flight through the countryside. She talked about how brave I had been, how I had put myself in danger just to save her…
I could tell Cheryl and Ronnie believed her. To their eyes, Bindy was the epitome of the buxom, innocent country girl, and though she was putting on a performance, the reason it was so successful was because it wasn’t all that far from the real Bindy. There was very little about her that was devious; she really was this nice, sweet, and generous, and even Cheryl and Ronnie’s practiced eyes couldn’t tell how resourceful she could be.
Once finished, we recounted parts of our story in response to questions from Cheryl and Ronnie. “We had no idea what happened to you,” Cheryl said to me. “Frankly, I feared you had snuck off and violated your probation.”
“I know you did,” I said. “Maybe I should have returned for reinforcements, but I was afraid they’d get away.”
“I understand,” Cheryl said. “Well, considering your situation, protocol demands that we question each of you seperately.” She smiled at Bindy. “Please don’t take offense. I hate to ask more of you after the ordeal you went through, but like I said, it’s routine.”
“Whatever you need, Sheriff, I’m happy to help,” Bindy said. “Goodness knows what would have happened to me without the police.”
I followed Ronnie into an interview room while Bindy and Cheryl went to another. There, I repeated the story to Ronnie, who interrupted with questions many times. After about an hour, Ronnie left me alone in the room. I knew she and Cheryl were comparing notes outside, but I wasn’t too worried. Ronnie’s questioning had been rigorous, but the whole process had something half-hearted about it. They wanted to believe us, and this was just a formality they had to go through.
Ronnie came and got me and I followed her into the main room, where Cheryl and Bindy were already waiting. Bindy flashed me an excited smile when she saw me.
Cheryl said they had had no reports about a maurauding gang in the area, so it seemed as though they had fled. “Still, we’ll be on the lookout,” she said. She turned to me. “In the meantime, I think it would be a good idea if you escorted Bindy back to her farm and remained with her for a few days. I’m concerned that this gang might return, and since she lives alone, it would be good to have someone there to protect her, just in case.”
“Thank you, Sheriff,” Bindy said. “That would be so kind of you, and it would be such a relief. I would feel so much safer.”
Cherly looked at me. “You’ll be expected to help her out around her farm, of course…”
I told her I’d be happy to help Bindy.
Bindy and I hopped on my scooter and took off. We reached Bindy’s farm by late morning and started work immediately. After changing into shorts and a t-shirt, Bindy washed the dress she had borrowed and then joined me in weeding the garden. We broke for a little lunch, then for the rest of the afternoon we cleared brush, mended a fence, picked tomatoes, and inspected some crops. It was hard, sweaty work, but I didn’t mind — I enjoyed being out in the fresh air and sunshine, especially with such good company. Bindy and I chatted the whole time, and the day passed quickly. It was late afternoon when Bindy called a halt, reminding me that Robin and Christina were coming over, and she needed to get ready for her guests.
“Come on,” she said, undoing the shoulder straps of my overalls. “Time to wash up.”
She led me over to the side of the house where I saw a pipe jutting from the wall about six feet up. Standing behind me, she positioned me under the nozzle. “Here… reach up and grab the pipe with both hands.”
It was a little strange, but I did as she instructed. I didn’t notice the two cloth bindings inconspicuously wrapped around the pipe until she had slipped them over my wrists.
“Hey! Bindy, come on…!”
“Oh, just relax,” she said. She peeled off my overalls and threw them to the side. “I just want to make sure you’re all clean before we go inside, that’s all.” She pulled the thin chain above me and a steady stream of lukewarm water sprinkled down on me.
“I think I can clean myself up,” I said.
“But I’m going to get you really clean.” Bindy pulled a bar of soap from a small bucket tucked off to the side. She wetted the soap and began lathering her up her hands. “Don’t you like being all clean after a hard day’s work? I know I do. Trust me, you’ll feel great…”
She turned off the water and began rubbing me all over with the soap. “I… I d-d-don’t th-think this is what Cheryl had in mind…” I sputtered, squirming as her hands ran up and down my arms and neck.
“Well, she sent you here to help me, right?” Bindy said, rubbing my underarms. “I don’t think she’d appreciate it if I left you all dirty after a hard day’s work.”
She covered me with soap from my neck to my ankles as I twisted and squealed. “B-b-bindee!… yeee-hee-hee!…"
“Hold still,” she teased as she finished soaping up my legs. “You’re so wiggly…”
Once she was done, she tickled me by tracing little loops and lines in the soap, laughing as I danced around on my toes. But that little game was mercifully brief; she turned the water on again and rinsed me off while she got undressed and joined me under the spout. She gave herself a shower, rubbing up against me constantly as she soaped up and rinsed off. With the water cascading down on us she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a long, deep kiss. I moaned her name as she held me. “Please, untie me…”
“Mmmm… not just yet, sweetie.” She turned off the water and stepped away, shaking her hair out. “I’ll be back in a sec…”
“Wait! You’re just going to leave me here?”
“I can’t untie you now,” she smiled. “Look at the state you’re in. You’re all wound up. Our guests will be here soon and I have to get ready. If I untied you, I wouldn’t get anything done.”
“But Bindy…”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be right back.”
I watched her round butt twitch as she walked away, leaving me there. It wasn’t too long before I heard a wagon making its slow way down the drive to pull up in the front of the house. It was Christina and Robin, accompanied by a third woman. They hopped out of the wagon, each of them carrying baskets, and came over towards me.
“Well this is a pleasant surprise,” Christina said. “What are you doing here?”
I told her Sheriff Cheryl had “leant” me to Bindy for a few days to protect her in case the band of women came back. The three girls laughed.
“Look like you’re doing a great job protecting her,” Robin said, looking me up and down. She gestured to her friend. “This is Desiree, by the way. Bindy borrowed her dress.”
We said hello to each other. Desiree was a little on the tall side; her straight auburn hair had a reddish tinge to it, and she wore a knee-length floral dress with buttons down the front and a scooped neckline that went very low.
“We brought Desiree along to make it an even party,” Christina said. “If we knew you were going to be here, we would have scrounged up another girl. So, where’s our hostess?”
“Inside starting dinner.”
“And she left you out here, standing guard, huh?” Christina poked my belly.
“Ahh! Stop that!”
“Stop what? This?”
“Ahh…!”
“This?”
“…(snort)… k-k-kwit-t-t!…”
“Come on Desiree. Help us out…”
The three women closed around me, poking and pinching and teasing. I twisted under their gentle assault, sputtering with laughter. “Sttahhpp! Hee-hee-hee… Cc-come on!… yeeheehee…!”
Bindy came to my rescue. “Hey! That’s enough, girls!” she laughed. She had changed into jean shorts and a tight pale pink t-shirt. “I left him out here to cool off, but you’ve got him all wound up again.”
With cries of mock disappointment, the girls dispersed. Bindy sent them inside, then turned to me. “Well, I don’t want to just leave you out here… Look, promise you’ll be good now, and I’ll let you go. Promise?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Really. If you’re good now, you’ll get an even bigger reward later.”
“Okay… okay, I promise. No funny business.”
Bindy untied me and we went inside. She gave me a pair of shorts — loose but very short — and I joined our guests in preparing dinner.
The girls chatted and laughed, trading stories and gossip and jokes as we sat around the low table in Bindy’s main room, obviously enjoying the food and the company. The atmosphere was very relaxed and friendly; not since I had left the capital to start my probation had I felt so comfortable and at ease. The women were quite affectionate, too, with each other and with me. Through out the evening I was regularly treated to casual, off-hand caresses and light touches, even a few gentle squeezes here and there. They would brush against me as we moved about the room, fetching plates and bowls and drinks, resting their hands on my arms or shoulder or back as they bustled past, and I noticed they were the same way with each other.
I made myself useful by cleaning up, preparing, and all the other little “stuff” you do when you’re hosting a small party, but I tried to keep sort of a low profile. I usually only talked when I was asked a question, preferring to simply sit and listen. Frankly, though I felt comfortable there, I didn’t want to draw too much attention to myself; the girls didn’t treat me as an outsider — as I said, they were very friendly — but I was aware that I was one, with sort of an uncertain status at Bindy’s farm. Was I her guard? Her servant? Cheryl had basically “given” me to Bindy for the next few days — what did that mean, exactly? If these women wanted to… test the boundaries of that relationship, I wasn’t sure what I could do about it.
Also, I was a little distracted. Not only was I in close proximity to four very friendly cuties in high spirits, but I hadn’t really settled down completely from either the wash up Bindy had given me earlier, or the brief episode afterwards, when our guests had found me naked and bound in the yard. Sitting there, enjoying the meal and the chatter, I was hardly overwhelmed with lust, but it wouldn’t have taken much to put me in that state.
My fuzzy concentration became all too obvious once the main meal was over and we were sitting around the low table in Bindy’s main room playing card games. The rest of the company found it easy enough to nibble on fruit, sip at a drink, carry on a conversation and play cards at the same time, but it seemed beyond me. I had played the game before, but kept making easy mistakes, with the result that I was the first one out in every hand.
When I lost for the fourth straight time in a row, Robin smiled and asked me what the matter was. “Don’t they play these games in the Citadel?”
I laughed and attempted an excuse. “I guess I’m just a little… off tonight,” I replied.
“I can’t blame you,” Bindy said. “After all you’ve gone through, you’re probably still a little stressed out.”
I denied it, saying I felt very comfortable here.
“I’m happy to hear it, but still, you’ve had a tough time. Here, let me…” Bindy slipped behind me so that I was sitting in between her legs, my back to her. Her legs stretched out on either side of me. “Let me help you relax,” she said. Her big hands started kneading my shoulders and upper back. “Oh, so tense,” she said. “I fear I’ve neglected you.”
“Oh no,” I said, enjoying the massage. “Like I said, I feel very comfortable here. It’s the most relaxed I’ve felt in ages. Really. You’ve all been really nice to me.”
“Yeah, but all our adventures yesterday, and your long probation… it takes a toll on a person,” Bindy said. She looked up at Desiree, Robin, and Christina. “Can you imagine being on probation like he was? Out here far from home, on these hot country days, and he’s not allowed to have any fun at all?”
“No fun at all?” Desiree said. “That’s sounds very harsh. I hardly think that what you did deserved that kind of punishment.”
“That’s what I thought,” Bindy said. She continued to rub my upper back and shoulders, alternating a deep massage with gentle fingernail scratches across my back and up and down my spine, making me shiver.
“But… well, didn’t we have some fun last night?” Christina said.
“Oh, yes we did,” Bindy said. “Lots of fun. But it probably wasn’t enough for him. We had just had that harrowing adventure, and he was worried he had violated his probation… I know he loved last night as much as I did, but he probably couldn’t really relax and just, you know, let go…”
“You’re right,” Christina said. “I know being on probation like that would be really tough on me.”
Robin shuddered. “I couldn’t deal with that kind of… frustration.”
“And if you knew him like I do… well, you’d know how awful it was for him,” Bindy said. “He’s really sensitive, probably as ticklish as I am.”
Desiree giggled. “That’s hard to believe.”
“It’s true. Just the littlest touch can get him.” Bindy flicked a fingernail down my spine, and the women grinned when they saw me shiver. I probably should have been somewhat embarrassed by what Bindy was saying about me, but her back rub had put me in a half-stupor. “And he’s also very… susceptible. Just the sight of some cutie fills his head with lusty thoughts, especially if she’s really soft and curvy.” She gave my shoulder a kiss. “But you don’t have to worry about anything now,” she said to me. “Not while you’re here with us. Hold on…”
She stopped rubbing my back and I felt her shifting and fussing around behind me. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but the three women facing me could. Robin guffawed and covered her mouth, while both Desiree and Christina sported wide grins. “Okay…” Bindy said. “That’s better.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw her shirt and bra drop to the floor beside us. “Now lean back,” she said to me, give my shoulders a gentle pull.
My back come to rest against her warm skin. She seemed to be reclining a bit also, and I guessed she had propped herself up against a big cushion. I felt her huge, soft breasts pressed against me, ballooning out from underneath me. Her arms slipped around me. “Now, put your arms up, around my neck,” she whispered.
I did as she asked. “Now just relax,” she said softly. “I want to make you feel good. You’re in my house and you have nothing to worry about, so just let me help you feel good.”
She began slowly caressing my chest and belly. I moaned and arched my back as her hands traveled across my torso. “Ohhh, Bindy…” I sighed. My body felt like it was sinking. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the pleasure of her hands sliding up and down, round and round.
After a short while, she whispered in my ear “Now keep your arms up…” I felt her fingers on my wrists, trailing down the underside of my arms, past the elbows, lower, lower… I was already tittering and squirming by the time she reached my underarms. I yelped and pulled my arms down to my sides.
Bindy gave a breathy laugh. “Come on, keep them up,” she chided. “It’s okay.”
Once again, I obeyed, and she slipped her fingers back into my underarms, lightly twirling them around in little circles. “B-B-Bindy,” I gasped, snorting back giggles and squirming. “You’re t-t-tickling mee-hee-hee-hee…”
“But doesn’t it feel good?” she said. “Hmmm? Doesn’t it?”
I had to admit that it did feel good; it was light, gentle tickling, more sensual than tortuous.
“Come on, giggle for me,” Bindy said. “Let me hear it.”
I couldn’t help myself at this point. “… eee-hee-hee…hee-hee-hee…”
“Mmmm, that’s it…”
I let the giggles bubble out of me, giving Bindy all she wanted. Eventually she seemed to get her fill; her fingers left my underarms and she let me recover briefly, lying there on top of her and sighing. But she only let me recover for a few moments. A gentle brushing sensation on my nipples made me gasp. I opened my eyes and looked down to see the tips of her index fingers softly circling my nipples. “…oooo-hoo-hoo…” I shivered all over, each delicate, teasing circle tickling me a little bit more. A quick flick over their tips and I let loose with a high-pitched squeak. I heard someone laugh, and suddenly remembered the three other women in the room. They were all staring at us, grinning. My skin was already flushed from Bindy’s caresses and tickles, but I felt my face grow even redder. Bindy seemed to sense what was up. “Oh come on,” she cooed, nuzzling my ear. “There’s no need to be shy. We’re all friends here, and there’s not a single person in here who doesn’t go crazy when their nipples are teased.”
“… ooo-hooo-hoo… neee-heee-hee…”
Bindy kissed my ear. “I have an idea… Christina, will you give him a foot rub?”
“Sure.” Christina stretched out on her stomach and took my right foot in her hand.
“Be nice,” Bindy said. “And Desiree, why don’t you take your top off and let Robin tickle your feet?”
Desiree laughed. “Now wait a minute…”
“Oh come on, please,” Bindy said. “Robin will be gentle. I know she will. Please. I’ll make it up to you, I promise…”
“Oh, okay,” Desiree laughed. With a big smile on her face she undid the buttons down the front of her dress, shrugged her shoulders out, peeled it down to her waist and then unsnapped her bra. Robin was sitting next to her. “Put those tootsies right here,” she said, patting her lap. Desiree took her bra off and leaned back. Propping herself up on her elbows, she put her feet in Robin’s lap. Desiree’s breasts were huge, almost as big as Bindy’s, but with Christina massaging my foot and Bindy teasing my nipples, I was too busy giggling and moaning to stare as much as I would have liked.
“Mmmmm... I love to touch you,” Bindy cooed in my ear as she returned to rubbing my chest. “I love to make you feel good. I love to tickle you.”
Her hands traveled to my sides, fingertips tracing up and down. My body trembled as quiet, breathy giggles poured out of me. “Don’t you love it?” she breathed. “Don’t you love the soft tickles?”
“… yess… yess… hee-hee-hee…”
Her fingers fluttered as she stroked my soft skin. “Is Christina being nice to your feet?”
“… ohhh… it feels good… it all feels so good…” I moaned.
I felt her fingers slide over to my belly. I snorted and bucked as she began to spider them all over — out to my sides, right under my ribs. When they danced across the particularly sensitive band below my navel and above my waist I started giggling in earnest again. She gently poked me there a few times before she began to use her fingertips to leisurely draw circles, loops and cirliques. “Are you watching Robin and Desiree, sweetie?” she said, one finger slowly circling my bellybutton. “Are you?”
Across from us, Robin was smiling as she slowly and gently ran her fingers up and down Desiree’s soles. Much like what Bindy was doing to me, Robin’s tender treatment wasn’t quite enough to send Desiree into hysterics, just keep her giggling. Her soft, steady laughter made her chest bobble enticingly.
“Keep watching them, cutie,” Bindy said. “Keep watching them…” Then, she slipped a hand into my shorts…
I cried out in pleasure, my hips twitching frantically. Her fingers were lightly stroking my balls. I moaned, crying her name. Bindy giggled sweetly. “I’m so glad Cheryl let you stay with me,” she said, her lips against my ear. “This is just the beginning for you. We’re going to have such fun together…”
“Ohhhh… ohhh Bindy…”
Then her other hand slid down to gently but firmly grip my shaft and begin slowly stroking.
“OHHHH… OH PLEASE… DON’T STAAHAAHAAPP…!” I was babbling, practically crazy with pleasure.
“Stop?” I heard Bindy say. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Now, let yourself go. Let yourself go for me…”
“… AIEEEEEEEE!” My body shook uncontrollably as I came, possessed by a spasm of pleasure that seemed to only release me when my senses did…
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I came to later that night, woken by some slight noise — a “click,” a soft creaking sound — to find myself lying naked in a large bed. Brass railings adorned the bed’s head and foot, though beyond that it was too dark to make out any details of my surroundings. I heard the creaking sound again, much more distinct, and this time accompanied by the padding of bear feet. I raised my head. “Who is that?” I murmured.
“Don’t worry, it’s just me.” I recognized Bindy’s voice. “I came up here to check on you.”
“Where am I?”
“Upstairs in my room.” My eyes had adjusted to the dark somewhat, and I could see Bindy standing by the side of the bed. I could hear loud cackling coming from somewhere else in the house.
“Who’s that laughing?”
“That’s Christina,” she said, slipping out of her shorts and underwear. “Those three are still having good old time downstairs.”
She slid into the bed and pressed herself against me. Her naked body was as soft and pillowy as the bed itself. “Now,” she said, kissing and gently tickling me. “Let’s see if you can still give as good as you get…”
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