Helpless couple
Helpless couple awating for their fates.
"Mom, this place is so dead," complained the young woman, her voice a mix of boredom and frustration. She twirled her long, brunette hair around her finger, her eyes scanning the almost-deserted bar with a look of dissatisfaction.
The woman she called 'Mom' took a sip of her vodka tonic and sighed. "It's a weekday, honey. What did you expect?" She wore a pink miniskirt that hugged her curvy figure and nude pantyhose that made her legs look a mile long. The black high heels she had on were the kind that made a statement with every step she took. She was a single mother in her early forties, trying to regain a spark of youthfulness that had been lost in the endless cycle of work and parenting.
The daughter, wearing a short black miniskirt and tan pantyhose that complemented her toned legs, sighed heavily. Her eyes fell upon a man at the end of the bar. He was tall, with a lean build and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see through the dim light. He wore a leather jacket over a tight black t-shirt, which accentuated his muscular arms. He was nursing a whiskey, and every so often, he'd glance over at them with a smirk that sent a strange shiver down the young woman's spine.
The single mother noticed her daughter's gaze and followed it. "Oh, he's definitely not your type," she said, trying to lighten the mood. "But if he starts bothering us, I'll show him the door with my best 'Mom stare'." The daughter rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. The man at the end of the bar was indeed handsome, and dangerous, something they both found irresistible in some way.
As the night grew later, the music grew louder, and the bartender began to clean up. The man in the leather jacket sauntered over, his whiskey glass still half-full. "Ladies," he said, his voice smooth and deep. "Looks like you could use some company."
The mother looked him up and down, her eyes narrowing slightly. "We're fine," she replied curtly, hoping to deter him. But there was something about his confidence that intrigued her, and she found herself secretly hoping he'd stay. Her daughter saw her mother realizing what was going through her mind.
He chuckled, setting his glass down on the bar with a gentle thud. "I can see that," he said, his smile never wavering. "But a couple of beauties like yourselves shouldn't be wasting the night in a dive like this. How about I show you two a real good time?" The way he talked was hypnotic, his words wrapping around them like a warm embrace.
The single mother felt a sudden thrill. The loneliness that had been gnawing at her for weeks seemed to melt away under his gaze. "Maybe we could use some company," she conceded, a hint of excitement in her voice. The man's smirk grew wider, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. He offered his hand to the mother and then to the daughter, who took it hesitantly. His grip was firm, but not overbearing, and his touch sent an electric shock through her body.
He led them out of the bar into the cool night air, using his charms to reassert his hypnotic control over them. He command them to go tho their house with him and they complied without question. The walk to their house seemed to pass in a haze, their legs moving mechanically as he whispered sweet nothings into their ears.
Once inside, the man's demeanor changed. The hypnotic smile was replaced by a predatory grin as he closed and locked the door behind them. He began to tie them up with ropes he had brought with him, his movements swift and precise. The mother and daughter, still under his spell, offered no resistance, their eyes glazed over with a mix of fear and arousal.
Mother and daugther were led into the living room, where the man instructed them to sit on the couch, side by side. He pulled out two scarfs from his pocket, one white and one black. With the same hypnotic tone, he told them to open their mouths. The scarfs were tied around their heads, covering their mouths, muffling their protests into silent whimpers. He knelt down in front of the mother, his eyes locked on hers, and began to tie her wrists behind her back with ropes. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he worked, his touch sending shivers down her spine. The ropes felt tight and unyielding, but she made no move to resist.
Next, he turned his attention to the daughter. He tied her wrists with the same practiced ease, the ropes stark against her fair skin. He then moved to their ankles, looping the ropes around them tightly. The mother watched, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and something else, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. The man's eyes never left hers as he worked, a silent communication passing between them. The daughter squirmed slightly, her pulse racing in her chest.
With both women secured, the man stepped back and took a moment to admire his handiwork. The sight of them bound together on the couch, their legs entwined in the fabric of their hose, was more than he could have hoped for. He knelt down in front of them caressing their legs in pantyhose, feeling the warmth of their bodies through the thin material.
The mother's heart raced as she felt his fingers trace the line of her pantyhose, moving down to her ankles. Thhen, he proceed to tie their legs together, ensuring they were utterly immobile. Despite the fear that pulsed through her veins, she couldn't ignore the strange allure of his dominance. The ropes dug into her skin, leaving her in no doubt of her helplessness. Yet, she felt a thrill that she hadn't experienced in a long time, a feeling that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
The daughter's eyes grew wider as she felt the ropes tighten around her ankles, her mind racing with thoughts of what this man had planned for them. The fabric of her tan pantyhose stretched with her movements, but she could feel the pressure as it bit into her skin. Despite the fear, she couldn't deny the tingle of excitement that coursed through her body as his touch lingered.
Once their legs were bound together, the man stood up and leave them alone for a moment. The mother and daughter could hear the sound of his footsteps retreating down the hallway, their muffled whimpers echoing in the silence. Soon they realize that he was looking for their valuables and personal belongings.But they were still unable to free themselves from the hypnotic trance, their bodies prisoners of his will.
The man returned with a bag full of their belongings, his eyes gleaming with victory as he took in the sight of them, helpless on the couch. He knelt before the mother, and then kissed her while his hands brushing against her pink miniskirt. Then he saw the daugther's trembling thighs and decided to turn his attention to her. He leaned in close to her lips and kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth as she squirmed. Then he stood up, "Thanks ladies, for a great night," he said with a wicked chuckle and went out of their house.
The man disappeared into the night, leaving them alone in their bound state. The mother's mind raced, trying to think of a way to escape. She tried to speak, to reassure her daughter, but only muffled sounds escaped her gagged mouth.
The woman she called 'Mom' took a sip of her vodka tonic and sighed. "It's a weekday, honey. What did you expect?" She wore a pink miniskirt that hugged her curvy figure and nude pantyhose that made her legs look a mile long. The black high heels she had on were the kind that made a statement with every step she took. She was a single mother in her early forties, trying to regain a spark of youthfulness that had been lost in the endless cycle of work and parenting.
The daughter, wearing a short black miniskirt and tan pantyhose that complemented her toned legs, sighed heavily. Her eyes fell upon a man at the end of the bar. He was tall, with a lean build and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see through the dim light. He wore a leather jacket over a tight black t-shirt, which accentuated his muscular arms. He was nursing a whiskey, and every so often, he'd glance over at them with a smirk that sent a strange shiver down the young woman's spine.
The single mother noticed her daughter's gaze and followed it. "Oh, he's definitely not your type," she said, trying to lighten the mood. "But if he starts bothering us, I'll show him the door with my best 'Mom stare'." The daughter rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. The man at the end of the bar was indeed handsome, and dangerous, something they both found irresistible in some way.
As the night grew later, the music grew louder, and the bartender began to clean up. The man in the leather jacket sauntered over, his whiskey glass still half-full. "Ladies," he said, his voice smooth and deep. "Looks like you could use some company."
The mother looked him up and down, her eyes narrowing slightly. "We're fine," she replied curtly, hoping to deter him. But there was something about his confidence that intrigued her, and she found herself secretly hoping he'd stay. Her daughter saw her mother realizing what was going through her mind.
He chuckled, setting his glass down on the bar with a gentle thud. "I can see that," he said, his smile never wavering. "But a couple of beauties like yourselves shouldn't be wasting the night in a dive like this. How about I show you two a real good time?" The way he talked was hypnotic, his words wrapping around them like a warm embrace.
The single mother felt a sudden thrill. The loneliness that had been gnawing at her for weeks seemed to melt away under his gaze. "Maybe we could use some company," she conceded, a hint of excitement in her voice. The man's smirk grew wider, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. He offered his hand to the mother and then to the daughter, who took it hesitantly. His grip was firm, but not overbearing, and his touch sent an electric shock through her body.
He led them out of the bar into the cool night air, using his charms to reassert his hypnotic control over them. He command them to go tho their house with him and they complied without question. The walk to their house seemed to pass in a haze, their legs moving mechanically as he whispered sweet nothings into their ears.
Once inside, the man's demeanor changed. The hypnotic smile was replaced by a predatory grin as he closed and locked the door behind them. He began to tie them up with ropes he had brought with him, his movements swift and precise. The mother and daughter, still under his spell, offered no resistance, their eyes glazed over with a mix of fear and arousal.
Mother and daugther were led into the living room, where the man instructed them to sit on the couch, side by side. He pulled out two scarfs from his pocket, one white and one black. With the same hypnotic tone, he told them to open their mouths. The scarfs were tied around their heads, covering their mouths, muffling their protests into silent whimpers. He knelt down in front of the mother, his eyes locked on hers, and began to tie her wrists behind her back with ropes. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he worked, his touch sending shivers down her spine. The ropes felt tight and unyielding, but she made no move to resist.
Next, he turned his attention to the daughter. He tied her wrists with the same practiced ease, the ropes stark against her fair skin. He then moved to their ankles, looping the ropes around them tightly. The mother watched, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and something else, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. The man's eyes never left hers as he worked, a silent communication passing between them. The daughter squirmed slightly, her pulse racing in her chest.
With both women secured, the man stepped back and took a moment to admire his handiwork. The sight of them bound together on the couch, their legs entwined in the fabric of their hose, was more than he could have hoped for. He knelt down in front of them caressing their legs in pantyhose, feeling the warmth of their bodies through the thin material.
The mother's heart raced as she felt his fingers trace the line of her pantyhose, moving down to her ankles. Thhen, he proceed to tie their legs together, ensuring they were utterly immobile. Despite the fear that pulsed through her veins, she couldn't ignore the strange allure of his dominance. The ropes dug into her skin, leaving her in no doubt of her helplessness. Yet, she felt a thrill that she hadn't experienced in a long time, a feeling that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
The daughter's eyes grew wider as she felt the ropes tighten around her ankles, her mind racing with thoughts of what this man had planned for them. The fabric of her tan pantyhose stretched with her movements, but she could feel the pressure as it bit into her skin. Despite the fear, she couldn't deny the tingle of excitement that coursed through her body as his touch lingered.
Once their legs were bound together, the man stood up and leave them alone for a moment. The mother and daughter could hear the sound of his footsteps retreating down the hallway, their muffled whimpers echoing in the silence. Soon they realize that he was looking for their valuables and personal belongings.But they were still unable to free themselves from the hypnotic trance, their bodies prisoners of his will.
The man returned with a bag full of their belongings, his eyes gleaming with victory as he took in the sight of them, helpless on the couch. He knelt before the mother, and then kissed her while his hands brushing against her pink miniskirt. Then he saw the daugther's trembling thighs and decided to turn his attention to her. He leaned in close to her lips and kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth as she squirmed. Then he stood up, "Thanks ladies, for a great night," he said with a wicked chuckle and went out of their house.
The man disappeared into the night, leaving them alone in their bound state. The mother's mind raced, trying to think of a way to escape. She tried to speak, to reassure her daughter, but only muffled sounds escaped her gagged mouth.
