The next day, the fifth day with the crazy ladies, Tyler Marchand awoke and found the blindfold gone, the robe gone, but boxer on him, covering him up and his hands and feet still bound together with the tape. (His arms, pulled behind his back.) He blinked a few times and his eyes landed on the young lady known as Lillian. He hoped she wasn’t going to be as naughty as he’d dreamed her to be yesterday, before Mikayla raped the shit out of him and fucked him to her essential bliss.

Luckily for him, Lillian wasn’t too interested in destroying poor Tyler. In fact, she seemed to be contemplating something. She hadn’t touched him yet and she seemed to be a little lost even. It was like she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to fuck him up or not.

Finally, she stood up and walked over to him. “Alright, here’s what’s gonna happen, Tyler. I’m going to have a session with you...but...then I’m going to get you the hell out of here. I can’t stand to see you in so much pain like this. It hurts me deeply. I care about you. A lot and I can’t stand hearing you scream into gags and get insanely fucked by Mickey. I’m not even sure they are my friends anymore. I wanted you to like me, but not like this. Not like this.” She reached out and touched his cheek gently. “I’m so sorry, this happened to you.”

Tyler was at a loss for words. He could speak if he wanted to, but he couldn’t. Something wasn’t allowing him to. For once it wasn’t a gag or Mikayla. It was himself.

“Oh please say something to me Tyler, I’ve heard you too much, haven’t I!? This is all my fault.” She sat down on the bed and buried her head into her hands.

“No, it’s not,” Tyler finally croaked out.

Lillian raised her head and turned to him. She wiped her eyes and beamed. “Thank you.”

“I’m grateful for your kindness, Lilly. You have a kind heart. I look forward to our session.” For the first time in weeks, Tyler smiled. It was a sweet smile and it warmed Lillian’s heart.

“You’ve made my day, Tyler. I promise, I won’t be hard on you.”

“Do whatever you want,” Tyler said, with a movie star wink.

“Okay...can I - um...can I - uh...gag you?” She blushed deep red in the cheeks.

“Absolutely. If it pleasures you and makes you happy.”

“Thank you, I’ll be gentle I promise.”

Tyler grinned, as Lillian situated him into place. The two remained smiling at one another, which was a welcome change for once. Sure Tyler was sore and weak and it would take him a month probably just to recover from the torture, but he was happy to allow this young lady a final send-off to her wishes, as she was helping him out. And he was grateful for that.

Lillian moved in a rhythmic motion, as she blindfolded him once more. “I want things to be a surprise to you, Tyler.” He was fine with that, still beaming with joy.

When, Lillian was done, she finally removed the blindfold from his eyes and carefully moved it down his face. He gave her a wink and even opened his mouth for her, willingly. She smirked and lowered the material of the blindfold into it’s new place. She stuffed it into his mouth and then pulled the knot tighter, behind his head, to secure it in place. He looked at her, gazing into her eyes.

For a moment, she lost herself, but she kissed him on the forehead. She got up from the bed and walked out of his eye-sight, disappearing somewhere behind the bed. He could hear her rummaging through stuff and making a lot of noise as she did something.

Tyler decided to find out what Lillian’s vision was. He found that his was tied down to the bed. His arms were raised up and set above his head, tied by a rope around his bound wrists, which attached him to the headboard. He yanked at it to see if he could get free. But its efforts were in vain. He looked up to find that his ankles were tied to either end of the front of the bed. His legs were spread apart in spread-eagle form once more. He made a muffled noise.

After a few seconds, the brown haired woman emerged back into his view and came over to him. He noticed that her hair was free from the pigtails that she always wore and was running down her neck and back, cascading downward to her mid-back. She was now wearing a short black skirt, which when she bent over, showed her silky purple panties underneath. Her matching purple shirt ran low over her breasts and when she bent over him, to check her ropework, her breasts threatened to pop out.

Tyler felt his heart begin to race as the top part of her breasts hung out of the scandalous top. She suddenly appeared beside the bed and smirked down at her hostage, who looked up at her.

“Are you ready for my fun?” she joyously cried.

Tyler twitched, but nodded. He attempted to say, “okay.”

“Just let me know if things get too much. I promise I will stop.”

Tyler nodded again and leaned back. He felt her climb onto the bed and straddle him. He could feel the warmth cascading from her, as she hovered herself over his stomach. Her hands sank into the bed on either side of him and her head nestled against his neck. It was like she was a vampire, about to suck his blood, but instead of her biting him, he felt another warm sensation there instead. A moist feeling, as she licked him and made him moan into the blindfold.

She dragged her tongue up and down his neck twice, before dragging it down, over his collar bone and to his breast. She flicked his nipple with her tongue a few times, causing him to jerk his body, tightening his muscles and spasming. She repeated with the other nipple, pleasuring him.

“Mmm, you like that, Tyler, baby…” she cooed, as she ran her hands up and down his abs in the process.

Tyler moaned in response. “I do,” he tried to say.

Lillian glided her hands over Tyler’s saliva-drenched nipples and began to pluck at them, like a bird, with her index finger and thumb. When they were perfectly erect for her, she straightened back into the hovering-sitting position. She slowly began to remove her scandalous top and then unhook her bra.

With the top part of her body naked, she started to sexily grope and fondle herself, feeling Tyler twitch under her body. She leaned down and put her hands on either side of her hockey player crush’s ears. Her hands sank into the cushiony bedding and she slowly and surely swung back and forth, forward and then back, as she remained hovering over him.

Tyler felt the young woman’s breasts brushing across his skin and it made him hard. He hoped this wasn’t going to turn into more problems and make him uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure if he could do that. Suddenly the “anything” remark was a cause for concern. He wanted to take it back, but he couldn’t. Luckily she wasn’t going to torment him, just pleasure herself more.

After four back and forths, Lillian planted her lips on Tyler’s gagged mouth and began to kiss him all around, smashing her breasts into his raw chest. Her hands moved to the top of his head and she ran her fingers through his curly brown locks.

“You’re such a hottie, Tyler.”

Tyler moaned in response, closing his eyes and trying to focus on not jerking off in his boxers. But she stopped making out with his face and slid down his body. She sat between his legs and shook her hair out of her face. Her hands came and tickled his waistline, as she teased him, gradually pulling his boxers down. Once more he was going to be naked and played with...great!

But this time he didn’t mind. As long as she went easy with him, he didn’t mind.

“Please, be gentle,” Tyler tried to say.

Lillian sexily moved her index finger up to her lips, in a shush move. She leaned over him and put her hands on either side of the bed, adjacent to his waist. Then she lowered her head and kissed him in the middle of his waist, below his stomach. He tensed up, but controlled himself from bucking or moving too much.

She sat back up and put her hands on his thighs and slid them forward. “You ready to be touched and fucked Tyler?”

Tyler nodded his head. Lillian slid her hands onto him and grabbed him into her hands. She was especially gentle with him, admiring how perfect he was. Even after Mikayla’s rape of him, he still managed to contain a nice package. She fondled him, playing with him and making him squirm in pleasureful discomfort. Then when he reached a climax, she jammed her finger into him and then a second finger and a third even. He wailed, clenching tightly and jerked at the ropes, but Lillian kept fingering him and making him sing with her touch.

She kept on him, until she had enough and he did too. She kissed him and covered him back up. “You did well…Mickey was right about you being fun to fuck and all.”

The young woman untied Tyler’s ankles from the posts, so he could close his legs once more, but she left the rope dangling off his ankles. She ended her session, by clutching Tyler’s wrists, bound above his head and making out with his mouth again. And then when she was satisfied, Lillian released her grip on his wrists.

He allowed his bound hands to fall limply into his lap. She sat back and re-hooked her bra back up, hiding her breasts from his view and then pulled on her top once more. She grabbed Tyler’s wrists again and untied them. The rope fell onto the bed. The hockey player rubbed his sore and red-marked wrists. But Lillian flashed him a sweet smile.

Tyler reached up and pulled the blindfold out of his mouth. Before Lillian could slip off the bed, he grabbed her wrist, halting her. She turned to him and he kiss her on the mouth. “Thanks for, uh, not destroying me completely you know.”

They pulled away and she blushed deeply, slipped off the bed and walked out of sight. Tyler didn’t move, he just sat there, blinking. Then he finally untied the knot from the blindfold and the rope from his ankles completely. He was about to get off the bed, when Lillian returned. She had changed again, this time into a less scandalous look and more normal with jeans and a Boston Blackhawks shirt. She came back over and sat down on the edge beside him. “Ready?”

“Don’t make me do that again…Lilly….I mean it!”

Lillian shook her head, leaning off the side of the bed. She smiled and grabbed Tyler’s hands into her own. “No, you’ll never have to suffer again. That’s all. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Tyler nodded. They walked to the door and exited the room. They made it to the front door, when another door opened and a loud voice shouted, “Lillian Marie Johnson!! What the hell are you doing with him?”

Tyler gulped and felt his insides turn over. Mikayla Pronger and Sydney Crosby were back. Lillian’s hand tightened on Tyler’s. Slowly they both turned to the two older woman. There was no escape now. 

“Mickey, seize him and bind him up good, while I have a chat with our young traitor here,” Sydney spoke harshly, her gaze fierce, as she gestured to her right hand woman to do her business.

Mikayla sharply nodded her head and launched off. She seized Tyler’s free wrist in her hand and with the other, she stabbed him in the neck with an object resembling a syringe. The young hockey player fell unconscious at once, before he could even defend himself or fight back. He crashed to the ground and was torn from Lillian’s hand.

“TYLER!!” Lillian screamed, involuntarily. “Please, you have to just let him go. He doesn’t deserve this!”

He was dragged back toward the room that led to the basement dungeon room. They vanished inside.  

“Mickey!” Sydney called out. “Don’t forget to punish him!”

“Got it, Syd!”

Sydney, the oldest, spun back to her younger friend, who was gawking at her in shock. The woman had a smirk on her face. She stepped forward and corralled Lillian over to the couches in the living room. They sat down and Lillian started to bawl her eyes out.

“Please, Syd. Please. Let him go. I’m begging you. Stop hurting him.”

“Lilly, dear, we captured the little prick for you. And now you seem to not want him? But you can’t let him go. If he were to leave, he’d tell the police and I’m sure you don’t want to go to jail!”

“No!”

“Then stop bitching and enjoy the present we got for you.”

Lillian stood up to her feet. “I don’t want to. He’s not happy. I thought I wanted him, because he was such a cutie and extremely adorable, but now...he’s just sad and scared. I don’t want him unhappy. I want him happy. He’s a hockey player…not a hostage!”

Sydney got to her feet as well. “Then if you don’t want him, you are hereby exiled from this place and from the fun. We are NEVER letting him go and if you aren’t going to enjoy this, then you aren’t staying here!”

“Fine!” Lillian screamed. “I hate what you and Mickey have turned into. You used to care so much about me, but now...I feel like I don’t even know you!”

“It’s not like we had any choice in this, Lilly. You know Andrew wanted this to happy.”

“Well, Andrew can suck a dick, because he’s a jealous bastard. I’m out. I’ll find some help and we’ll come and rescue Tyler! You can’t keep him here forever!”

“We can and you won’t talk to no one!”

Sydney unleashed a knife from her back, but Lillian had already run for the door and slammed it behind her. She was gone. She ran, crying, across the street and darted to the nearest house to where they were.

She was taken in gladly.