SunVision 5

Stripped For Florida: SunVision 5

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SunVision

by Willie B. Florida, all rights reserved
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SunVision, Part 5

Still bound tightly to Kate, his arms pulled painfully back, his backside aching from the monstrous fucking the two had just received, James drifted into uneasy half-slumber. Blindfolded, gagged and his ears plugged tight, he couldn't be sure if fifteen minutes passed, or three hours. His arms were untied and he was rolled off of Kate and bundled into a sheet. The restraints were removed from his ankles and wrists but his body was numb with lack of blood flow and he found he had no control over his limbs. His mouth ached even though the gag was now removed. After another indeterminate experience of time the blindfold was removed and he found himself staring up into Andy's eyes. Andy's lips moved, but there was no sound. Fingers groped in his left ear and pulled out the first of the two earplugs.

" . . . experience of your first double bondage," Andy was saying. James simply stared. He slowly turned his head in time to see someone else unbuckling the clasp behind Kate's head and finally releasing her from the ball gag. Her blindfold was removed and she was looking into his eyes. They drank each other in, each hoping to escape from their shared horror.

That night they lay in bed, eyes as close as when they were bound together earlier that day. They didn't have sex, but they each waited for words to come. It was clear that neither of them had found the experience to be particularly kinky in the positive sense of the word. James was happy simply to be fucked the next Saturday without any of the extra equipment. He didn't ask about the bearer of the monstrous erection.

That day was to have major consequences for the lives of Kate and James.

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This time it was James' dad who broke the news. It was breakfast time and Kate and James had just finished having sex. Summertime meant the windows were open, the light was coming in earlier and by 9 a.m. it would be hot. This all conspired to wake James up early with a raging hard on and happy hormones. He slipped himself into Kate who moaned herself awake just before exploding into orgasm. "Time for breakfast," James said happily. This was definitely his favorite way to start the day. Kate was a little slower getting herself fully awake, but at least she didn't have to get dressed. James came into the kitchen hungry, his cock still red from fucking.

"Andy says they have another trip planned," his dad announced, "but this time it's a duo."

James looked confused.

"You get to go together!" he elucidated.

"Oh, cool!" Kate smiled. She'd never quite understood what was so terrible about the trip James went on. So what, he had to get fucked. Isn't that what happened every weekend anyway? Might as well get a free island trip out of the deal.

James looked a little apprehensive, but not too worried. The worst thing about the previous trip had been the loneliness. If Kate were coming along it would probably be a breeze.

"Andy said you guys did a video together and a top client of their's got real excited about meeting you two."

James and Kate looked at each other with genuine alarm.

"What? I didn't even know you two did a video," James' dad looked from one to the other.

"Let's just say this is not a good thing," James stated. Kate shook her head.

"Well, you'll have to take that up with Andy; I'm just the bearer of news."

"I can't believe you want us to be prostitutes," James murmured.

"What's that?" his dad inquired. "You're not a prostitute, son. You're a model!"

"Yeah, big difference," James muttered.

"Y'all have a good day," his dad went on breezily, "I've got to get to work."

This time there was no airplane ride, but the accommodations were just as luxurious. Early Saturday morning a long black limousine pulled up in front of the house. Kate remarked that the limo was longer than the width of their house, which made it all the more incongruous in their working class neighborhood. The driver stepped out and walked up the pathway as smartly as if he were picking up the queen of England.

"Good day sir," the driver greeted James' father. "Here to pick up Mistress Kate and Master James. I'm told they should prepare for several days stay."

"I'll have them to you in a minute."

"Very good, sir."

Kate and James tittered at the formal sounding appellations to their names. There wasn't much they could "prepare" for a longer stay, but the mention of several days filled them with foreboding.

The two naked teens stepped outside and got into the back of the limo as the driver held the door open for them. The driver closed the door and slipped into his own seat, sliding the smoked glass partition open to speak to his two passengers before starting out.

"Soda and glasses are in the shiny black compartment. Snacks are in the cupboard next to that. Music and climate controls are on the center console."

The smoked glass partition closed with a hum and the limo started up smoothly and glided down the street. Kate and James peered out the tinted windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone they knew so they could roll down the window and show off, but it was too early on a Saturday morning. All of their friends were probably fast asleep. They tired of looking and explored the exotic interior of the limo. They drank soda, ate crackers, chocolates, and a small tin of something meaty and mushy they couldn't identify. By this time they were on the Interstate.

"I just realized I have no idea where we're going," Kate observed.

James shrugged.

"Well, it wasn't so smart of you not to even know what country you were in on your last trip, was it?" she challenged. "I'd just like to know where we are in case we need to get away, you know?"

Kate tapped on the glass which immediately slid open with a tiny whir.

"Where are we going?" she asked the driver.

"Huntington Crest Estate," the driver replied promptly.

"Which is where?" Kate persisted.

"You may observe the highway," the driver responded, "but I am not at liberty to divulge the actual address."

Observing the highway turned out to be somewhat pointless. They knew the Interstate, of course, and that they had headed east, but soon enough they were on twisting roads with no visible names or numbers. They crossed a river, but then backtracked -- presumably over the same river, or was it a different one? Fairly soon both of them were not even sure which direction they were headed. The driver paused briefly in front of a large black metal gate which seemed to open of its own accord and then sped up again and drove for another three or four miles under magnificent live oaks that arched overhead and dripped Spanish moss. The vehicle emerged into dappled sunlight on a swath of lawn and then rolled slowly onto a curved brick-paved drive. The house was not a columned ante-bellum mansion, but a low angular structure -- both modern and classic in its lines. If James and Kate had known more about architecture they would have recognized the residence as an unmistakable Frank Lloyd Wright original kept in immaculate condition. As it was, the two were more curious to know whose domain they had entered and what might lie in store for them. The driver put the limo into idle, got out and opened the back door. James waited while Kate stepped out and then joined her on the brick pavers. The driver nodded good-bye in a cool professional manner, closed the door, got in and guided the long black vehicle around the rest of the drive. The last they saw of the car it was headed into the shadows under the arched oaks.

James looked at Kate, who looked back and shrugged. Wordlessly they headed toward the house. There was a doorbell, which they rang, but no answer. They wandered off to the left wondering if there was another entranceway when they heard voices. They followed the sound and after navigating another wing of the house and some severely trimmed bushes found themselves looking over a sparkling blue swimming pool. What looked like a naked body plunged into the water -- but perhaps the person was just wearing a skimpy bathing suit. Kate chided herself. If a person had a private pool, why wouldn't he or she swim naked? Ignoring the fact that she was naked herself she gestured at James to follow her.

Which is how they ended up standing together, the two of them naked as the day they were born, next to some stranger's backyard swimming pool. Did mansions have backyards, Kate wondered?

"Hey," yelled a voice from the far end of the pool? Kate and James both turned to look. An obviously naked girl of perhaps 11 or 12 years old stood to the left of a low diving board. At that moment a second kid emerged from underwater, grabbed the side of the pool and turned to look at them. This must have been the person who'd plunged into the water a minute earlier. Another few seconds and the kid pulled himself out of the pool and stood beside the girl, plenty of water spouting off the end of the penis of his obviously naked body. Other than that he looked to be the same age, size, weight as the girl. In fact, they looked pretty much identical except for their genitalia.

"Do you two fuck each other?" the girl asked.

"Um . . . " hesitated Kate.

"We do," the girl continued, not waiting for an answer. "Want to see?"

"Uh, not right now," Kate managed to get in.

"Can you do a swan dive?" the girl went on. "I want to, but I think this board's too low."

"I can do a back flip," the boy added, stepping out to the end of the board and throwing himself into the water with a splash.

"So can I," said the girl, "but I get water in my nose, so I don't like it that much. You can fuck both of us if you want to, mister," she babbled. "My brother says it hurts a little, but then feels good. I think it feels good all the time."

"Are you two from SunVision?" James and Kate whirled around at the sound of the deeper, more mature voice. Kate was surprised that the guy was so good looking -- this might not be so bad after all. James couldn't believe the guy was so young. He was under the impression that "important clients" were older, having had time to amass wealth and boredom before resorting to paying big bucks for consorts from SunVision. The guy was maybe 25 years old -- at the most. He was over six feet tall, blonde haired, tanned, well toned and wore a yellow speedo with a nice bulge. James felt his own penis start to engorge in spite of his internal protests.

Putting those thoughts away as forcefully as possible he answered. "Yes, sorry if we barged in. We did ring the front doorbell."

"Not a problem," replied yellow speedo. "I thought you might be the new arrivals."

"Yeah," James answered.

"I hope my siblings here weren't torturing you for long. They can be rather much to get used to. Anyway, why don't you come inside and I'll get you something to eat or drink."

"You can fuck me anytime," the girl yelled as they followed the older brother inside.

"I'm Mike."

Kate and James introduced themselves.

"Let's see, we've got wine, orange juice, champagne, milk, coke . . . have you had breakfast?"

They stood at the bar and had orange juice, grapes, crackers and cheese. Talk came surprisingly easily and after awhile James relaxed. Kate stopped waiting for the "real" topic of their visit to come up.

They spent a few hours lounging around. They ate, swam, lay out in the sun, and chatted with Mike. The two Sams added a lively chatter the entire while.

"My brother's fucked both of us, you can ask him," Sam volunteered.

"They're twins," Mike explained, "Samantha and Samuel. We just call them the 'Sams' -- Sam 1 and Sam 2." He laughed.

James couldn't tell if Sam's sex talk was real or provocative -- or both! In either case, it certainly was provocative. They were also highly physical, diving off the board, doing underwater flips, racing from one end to the other, pulling themselves out of the water, laying out in the sun with legs spread wide and generally making a great show of themselves. They were in great physical shape and Kate and James both had a hard time pulling their eyes away from the looks and antics of the two nearly identical bodies. James had to admit that the whole place was making him horny, what with the sun, the twins' constant sex talk, and the handsome bodies of all three members of this family. He realized he wasn't the only one getting turned on when he saw that Mike's speedo bulge had grown past anything that could be contained by lycra spandex. The waistband was pushed out and the outline of Mike's erection was prominent and detailed. James couldn't hold himself back but popped a full erection himself. Mike pulled himself off the lounge chair, threw back his arms and yawned, his fully erect member poking out of the swimsuit and on full display. Kate stared, mesmerized. She had been under the impression from James' description of his earlier trip that she would be spending her entire time being fucked and was surprised that they'd spent so long simply hanging about.

Mike got up and went into the kitchen. Kate followed and found him mixing a glass of orange juice and champagne.

"Want one," he asked her.

She ran a finger teasingly up his erection, starting with the feel of lycra under her fingertip and ending directly on the flesh at the tip. "How about this instead?" she asked.

Mike looked at her awkwardly. She pinched his nipple. "Isn't that what we're here for?"

She couldn't decipher Mike's look. In spite of having "ordered" a boy and girl from SunVision he was actually shy? That would be a turn of events, she thought. Well, she knew what to do about shy guys. She knelt down, took the tip of Mike's penis into her mouth and sucked hard as she released the organ from the confining fabric. At that moment James came into the kitchen to see what was going on. He too had been surprised at the long wait for the sex to begin and assumed that Mike had finally gotten around to ordering some action. At the moment he watched Kate, knowing quite well the sensations pulsing through Mike's nervous system. Kate pulled up and beckoned James with her eyes. He stepped behind Mike, nestling his own erection against the young man's rear, wrapped his arms around his torso and lightly pinched Mike's tanned nipples.

"You two are more than I can resist," Mike gasped, obviously close to orgasm. "Why don't we move this to somewhere more comfortable."

Kate pulled off and the three moved en masse into an adjacent room. As it turned out a large bed filled most of the space. James didn't have time to catch any more details about the interior decoration. Within a minute they were tangled on the bed, engaging one another in all sorts of sexual arrangements. To keep Mike from coming right away Kate turned her attention to nibbling Mike's ears while James took a few minutes to open up Mike's backside before plunging his cock into the man's very tight anus. Mike began moaning in earnest as James pounded his prostate. Kate wriggled herself deftly underneath him, and James pulled back, Mike lifted his hips and Kate put herself into position and let Mike's erection slam into her gushingly wet pussy. Thus sandwiched, Mike was brought to orgasm from front and back. Kate felt herself going over the edge and began her own orgasmic climax just as Mike's hot sperm filled her insides. She could feel James as he continued to pummel Mike's ass, the energy from the thrusts continuing through to her own pussy via Mike and bringing on wave after wave of orgasm. Finally James could hold back no more and let himself go, pouring load after load of sperm into Mike's tight backside. His chest convulsed with the effort and he pulled Mike onto his side, letting his still erect penis stay lodged inside.

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They were sitting around the kitchen table. The twins were teasing James about fucking.

"Come on James," Sam teased, gyrating her hips and thrusting her crotch forward, "you can put that dick in here! It's hot and ready."

Her brother thrust his butt back, looked over his shoulder and tried to tempt James, "I'm tighter than my sister. You know you want this."

James looked across the table at Mike who just laughed. "Don't mind them. It's all talk and no action."

"Hey!" Sam protested, "that's not fair."

"I'll show you action, big bro," Sam's twin sister added.

"Look, you two," Mike said, ignoring the two Sams and aiming his comments at Kate and James. "You're really hot, you know that, right?"

James nodded. Mike was sitting back in his chair, his legs sprawled out and his nicely proportioned cock half hard and rising. Since the three way sex scene Mike hadn't put the yellow speedo back on. James appreciated the change. From the look on Kate's face she was enjoying all of it: teasing twins, handsome Mike, her own sexy James and the hot sex. Kate always seemed to enjoy sex.

"This isn't so bad," she teased James, looking over at him with sparkling eyes. "You always think things are going to turn out worse than they really do."

James caught a shadow go across Mike's face. "There is something I should clear up," Mike began.

At that moment the door opened and a fairly large man in a summer weight beige suit stepped in. "Well, look at this happy gathering. You must be James and Kate. Welcome to my humble home."

"Dad." said Sam.

James looked around. It didn't seem like "Dad" was getting a very enthusiastic reception.

But he carried on with a deep, friendly voice and seemed happy enough himself. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here when you arrived. I trust Marco was okay, picked you up on time, delivered you promptly."

James realized he was talking about the limo driver. "Oh, yes, thank you, sir. Of course, he was a very good driver."

"Glad to hear it; that's what I pay him for." He proceeded to put his briefcase down, took off his jacket, hung it over the back of a chair and sat down. "What you got ready for lunch, Mike?"

Mike jumped up and promptly began setting the table with yellow ceramic dishes, forks, napkins, and tall glasses for tea. The two Sams put out bowls of potato salad, made toast, poured tea, put out pickles, sliced tomatoes, the sugar bowl and a plate full of sliced turkey and ham. James and Kate had enjoyed good food since they'd arrived, but nothing had been done with this alacrity and sense of style. Still, something seemed missing. They chatted as they ate and the "Dad" seemed nice enough, but just before taking his last bite of lunch James had a realization: it was the laughter. The twins weren't prancing around teasing and sticking out their butts, Mike was quiet and kept his voice low key. There was no laughter at all.

"Mike and Samuel," their dad instructed, "I want you two to clean up. Samantha," the girl cringed at the full version of her name, "come on up and help me set up the room upstairs. Kate and James, I'd like to show you my part of the house."

So far they'd not been upstairs at all. In fact, James was surprised to find out that this low, sprawling home even had an upstairs. He wasn't much on architecture, but he did notice that this house was well designed, down to the last details of window placement and wooden trim. They followed the man through the formal dining room and then through a set of doors that had been closed since they arrived. "Upstairs" turned out to be half a floor up a narrow staircase with built in shelves along one entire side. They didn't have much time to look, however, as they kept up a fast pace. The room at the top was expansive with a huge bed in the middle with strong upright posts at each corner. The room was lit only by a set of small windows at one end; no lights were on.

"SunVision tells me you're really into bondage," the man said.

"Um . . . " James hesitated.

"Not really," Kate murmured, her voice uncharacteristically subdued.

"Well, we''ll just have to see if that's true, won't we," the man replied disconcertingly. "Kate, we'll have you here on the bed. Just lie down on your back -- yes, that's right -- and spread your arms and legs out." The man quickly fastened straps to her ankles and wrists and secured her to the four uprights. She didn't appear to be in any discomfort and the man didn't pull the straps too tight, so James remained alert, but not alarmed.

The man finished the final adjustments on the straps and patted Kate lightly on the belly. "Just relax; I'll be with you soon. Bet you can't wait." Kate smiled mischievously in spite of herself. Sex was still sex, even if she were tied up.

"James, if you'll come over here, I want you to have a ringside view." James let the man guide him to the wall adjacent to the bed, the better to watch this man fuck Kate, he figured. He was annoyed that the man hadn't introduced himself and decided to call him "Fred." "Fred" nudged him backwards and flattened his shoulders uncomfortably against the wall. He grabbed the end of a strap out of a special socket in the wall that James hadn't noticed and pulled it out like a seatbelt, stretched it across James and slid it into another socket. The strap pulled tight and Ken felt himself attached by the neck to the wall. In just seconds the man -- Fred, James reminded himself -- had pulled on first one of his arms, and then the other, and strapped each wrist in place. James stood there with his arms stretched out to either side, neck securely in place, unable to do anything to move himself away from the wall short of lifting his feet off the floor and no doubt strangling himself in the process. He noticed that Sam was looking nervous.

In spite of his very efficient movements about the room, Fred had managed to remove his shoes and place them at one side of the bed, loosen his tie, unbutton his shirt and place it on a bureau under the window, and now deftly removed his socks and undershirt. He undid his belt and sat down on the end of the bed between Kate's splayed legs. He removed his trousers and folded them neatly.

"Sam, come over here and get me ready for Kate." Fred removed his boxers and sat naked on the bed, his legs open and his penis ready.

Sam stared at him, eyes big.

"Come on, girl, I know you're servicing your brother; you can certainly do your dad."

Sam stood her ground, but her voice was quivering. This wasn't the Sam that James had seen this far into their visit. "I, I don't want to. Please," she almost whimpered.

"I'm giving you one more chance, Sam." Fred's voice was low, but there was a lurking threat behind it.

"No! You can't make me."

The movement was so swift that James heard the sharp sound of Fred's open palm across Sam's face before he even saw him get up off the bed. A second sharp sound resounded across the other side of Sam's face and a bright red flush flashed into view. Fred slammed her up against the wall and pulled out a strap. In moments Sam stood there, arms spread and reddened face held by the collar strap. She still managed a defiance that Fred was determined to quash. He lashed his bare foot out and kicked her squarely against her labia. James nearly choked himself as he involuntarily tried to leap forward to stop him. Sam's body lunged forward involuntarily, but her neck came up hard against the wide strap holding her in place.

"Dirty slut," Fred spit out, "you'll get your desserts later."

"As for you," he said, turning his attention to Kate, "let this be a warning." In two steps he was at the head of the bed and reached back and slapped her hard across the face, once, twice, three times. James let out a piercing scream and kept going, the sound filling the room and, he hoped, reaching Mike and Sam downstairs.

"You like that, huh?" Fred said, slapping Kate one more time. "You sex toys are all alike; gluttons for punishment."

Fred walked across to the bureau, opened it and came back to James. The boy continued to yell out as loudly and shrilly as possible. His screams were brought to a horrible end as Fred inserted a long gag into his mouth and down his throat. James scream turned into a strangulated gargle and he felt himself near to retching as his throat found it impossible to relax without hitting the gag. The man left him to work it out. In another minute he had gagged Sam and the two stood against the wall in an agony of active management of gag reflex.

Kate lay silently, wiling her attacker to leave the room. Instead he plunged his dick into her mouth and down her throat. "More than one way to gag a girl," he mused out loud. He plunged himself in and out of Kate until he got himself fully hard. At last he pulled out and gave Kate a warning look. "One scream out of you, and you'll be gagged with more than my dick." Now he began fucking her in earnest, his dick hitting her hard against her pubic bone on each stroke. There was no lingering kindness or sensual enjoyment in his copulating -- simply hard, brutal movement. Kate hung on for the ride, simply enduring the assault. Her mind quickly partitioned this activity into something other than sex; it made it less confusing than trying to reconcile what was happening to her with an activity she had always enjoyed. She briefly considered trying to knock him out by lifting her head up as far as she could and slamming her skull against his, but it seemed impossible to pull off. Besides, it was all she could do to simply hold her body still enough not to be injured by his brutal fucking.

Downstairs Mike and Sam heard James scream and feared the worst.

"He's doing it again," Sam said.

"He's a monster, all right," Mike said. "I thought this time he'd left for good. It was stupid of us to stay here in the house."

"We've got to get them out of there, Mike."

"Come with me. We'll get the police and come back."

"No! I'm not leaving Sam. He'll kill her."

"He won''t kill her. Come on, we've got to go get help."

"He killed mom!"

"He hurt mom very badly, but she was able to get away. She's far away and safe now."

"I don't believe you. If she was somewhere alive she'd come get us. She loved us."

"It isn't safe. I'm sure she's at some secret halfway house or hideaway. We've got to go get help." The screaming upstairs had come to a strangled end. Mike was even more worried than he dared show Sam.

"I won't leave her. I won't." Sam darted out of the room. Mike ran after him, but the boy's naked body was slippery and there was nothing to grab. Sam escaped up the steps and Mike stopped short of entering the room himself. He heard Sam yell out "Stop" and then there was an awful bang against the wall, a scream and the gargling sound of a gag going down his throat. Mike was pretty sure what had happened.

With grim determination he turned and left the house. He ran down the drive and out onto the main road, looking behind him for the sight of a car that he could flag down for a ride, access to a phone, a person -- anything to stop the nightmare unfolding at home.

Upstairs James was trying to worm his right hand free of the bindings. He had stopped watching the horrendous acts in front of him and focused on calming his mind and his emotions. Now he was working toward getting free. If he could only release himself from one hand he could figure out the release mechanism for the strap around his neck. Kate was quiet, but her eyes looked over at him, imploring him to help. Seeing this, 'Fred' was worked into even greater fury and slapped her hard and then punched her in the gut. Against her will Kate let out a moan. James fought against panic, his body beaded in perspiration.

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(The End)