By the time Pete had climbed the short, but uphill, distance to his hut Neil had disappeared back inside. Pete stood cautiously poised to open the wooden door. He was concerned as to what he might find. He could hear nothing, but then on top of this small hill the ocean and the breeze drowned out a lot of the noise. He twisted the handle and pushed. The room opened up in front of him. The scene grabbed him by the throat and he gasped.
Neil was sitting on a chair at the desk in front of the computer. Mollie was ... well Mollie was ... beautiful. Perversely that was the first thought that Pete had, despite the position Mollie was in. As his mind began to focus he saw Mollie more clearly. She was kneeling on the wooden floor with her arms stretched high above her head. Her wrists were tied tightly with rope connected to the thick roof rafters and her body was stretched in the most delicious manner. Each erect nipple sported a clothes peg, viciously closed around the hard teat. She looked forlorn making muffled sounds under her heavily taped mouth.
Before Pete could speak Neil sprung up and stood behind the kneeling Mollie. Reaching down he pinched her nose tight shut. Suddenly Mollie could not breathe. Her head shook but Neil held her tightly.
"Neil what the fuck are you doing, let her go."
"You pussy Pete, you've spoiled our little game with your night time trysts, you and our little captive here. So now it's just me against both of you and I will stop her breathing for as long as I like you stupid bastard."
Pete was dumbstruck. He considered rushing Neil to take him out, but Neil was athletic and powerful and on his guard. Pete could not be sure that would work. He saw Mollie's struggles getting less frantic and noticed how her eyes began to roll upwards.
"Please stop Neil, please."
"Hmmmm, okay Pete ..." he released Mollie's nose and she sniffed in large gulps of air desperately.
"So what will you do to stop me doing that to Mollie again?"
"Neil please, just leave her ..."
"What will you do Pete?"
"Anything Neil, just don't hurt her anymore."
"Ok Pete, get naked."
"What!!"
"You heard me," and with that Neil pinched Mollie's nose again.
"Okay, okay."
Neil retained his grip on Mollie's nasal passage as Pete pulled his T shirt up and over his head and wound his shorts down. After kicking off his flip flops he stood naked. Embarrassingly for Pete his cock was somewhat aroused and not flaccid by any means.
"Tut tut, you see Moll, he pretends to want to save you but look at him getting hard. So stud, make yourself properly hard for your little Mollie."
"Come on please Neil," Pete begged.
"Do it!" Once again Mollie was beginning to suffer and Pete had no idea just how far the boy islander would go.
"Okay, okay."
As Pete's hand circled his cock and gripped, Neil released Mollie's nose making her sniff in air frantically once more.
Pete moved his foreskin back and forth in front of his audience whilst Neil took pictures for posterity! Despite the hardening of his cock Pete tried to remain passive but his natural emotions forced him to emit a soft moan has the movements of his shaft became slicker.
"Okay stop." Pete did as he was asked leaving his pulsing organ thrusting, erect and hard.
"Ok buddy, you see that rope hanging over the rafters ..."
Pete looked up and saw another rope the same as the one holding Mollie, except this one already had 2 loops in the end with large pre-tied suturing style knots.
"Put your wrists into the loops Pete," Neil said pinching Mollie's nose for a third time. Pete, traumatized by his own situation and compounded by what Neil was doing to Mollie, did as he was ordered. Neil then pulled on the end of the rope which secured the sutured knots around Pete's wrists and at the same time stretched his arms high above his head.
Letting go of Mollie's nose, Neil left the hapless girl desperately seeking air, whilst her took the loose end of Pete's rope and pulled it hard. Pete was forced to stand on his tip toes and shuffle nearer to Mollie until he stood only inches away from the kneeling student, his cock protruding uncomfortable near to Mollie's face. Neil then tied the end of the rope around Mollie's neck -- ingenious!
"Fuck Neil, don't do that please!"
Neil laughed, "You're just gonna have to keep as still as you can Pete aren't you, unless you want to strangle your darling Mollie, ha ha ha!"
Mollie grunted in agony as the rope closed around her slim neck and Pete teetered on his tip toes trying in desperation to minimize his movement. Neil had trapped them both good and proper and he was taking pictures and video to add to his collection of incriminating evidence.
"So this is nice isn't it guys?" Neil stated with mock sincerity. Mollie's eyes darted left and right, up and down ... anywhere to avoid the burgeoning erection that was only inches away from her tape covered mouth.
"You see if Pete moves his hands then this happens," Pete pulled on the rope end fastened around Mollie's neck and Mollie began to rise up off her knees. The rope was not fastened tightly, so not really designed to strangle her, but it was too close a fit to slip off over her head and so it did, very effectively, pull her upwards in an uncomfortable manner. Hollie moaned and Neil let the rope go.
"Consider yourself truly collared Mollie," Neil mocked.
"Okay, guys time for some fun." Neil laughed to himself and took more photos. He returned to the computer and connected the camera.
"What are you doing Neil?" Pete questioned. Neil turned the keyboard and screen to face the bound male.
"Protecting myself," Neil smiled. "You can see that all of this video and photo stuff is now on this memory stick," he held the stick up to show them, " and the best bits I have sent onto my personal email address and so I have copies for use should either of you piss me off. Clever eh?"
Pete knew that he and Mollie were highly compromised.
"But what will you do when the end of week 1 comes around and I have to send footage back to the mainland? We only have one more day before then y'know."
"I haven't thought that far yet buddy, but I'll think of something."
"Please, Neil, don't do this!"
Neil got up from his seat and moved to Pete. He stared him in the eye creating a threatening tension and then he moved his fist quickly and smacked Pete across the jaw. Pete reeled backwards pulling on the rope and dragging poor Mollie upwards by her rope collar.
Pete groaned as a trickle of blood slipped from his mouth and Mollie cried out, the sound muffled against the tape binding her mouth. Neil laughed. Both his captives were now standing and had moved further apart.
"Stay like this my slaves," Neil ordered. He moved to Pete first.
"Ever been wanked off Pete ... by a guy?"
"No, no please no." Neil's hand moved to Pete's erection and made as if to touch it, stopping just millimeters short. Pete jerked his body further back and once more pulled on Mollie's neck rope. Neil laughed loudly and turned to Mollie.
"Did you like that show my little Asian slut?"
Mollie looked impassively through him. He slapped her.
"Well, did you cunt!" he shouted now.
Mollie nodded.
"Look Pete how hard these little buttons are."
Pete reached out to Mollie's naked, erect nipples and twisted each one pulling on the clothes-peg until Mollie screwed her eyes shut and made muffled protests for him to stop. New tears sprung from her eyes as he pulled the pegs away from her body extending her nipples to an unnatural length, before ripping them off her small breasts.
"How I wish I could pierce these for you Moll, you could wear my rings then!"
He kicked her thighs apart and cupped her shaven mound. Mollie took a sharp intake of breath as her stroked her slit.
"You will need shaving again soon slut, but for now let's feel you getting wet."
He began to stroke her, slipping his finger inside her moistening entrance. Mollie's natural reactions tried to force her legs closed, but Neil's incessant finger kept rubbing her. Mollie so wanted to fight him but after a short time she began moving her hips, and then her thighs parted giving him better access to her pussy. Neil took advantage of her movements and really attacked her clit, causing Mollie to moan and move her lower body even more frantically. The Asian captive was now bucking hard and clearly ready to climax when Neil pulled his hand away. Mollie gasped under the tape binding her mouth, her hips still moving in a fucking motion searching for the missing finger.
"Look at her Pete, what a slut! And look at you!"
Neil looked down at Pete's hard on which was now pulsing even more erect. Neil moved to Pete and once more reached down towards his cock. Pete recoiled again shaking his head. Neil held his fingers up to Pete's face.
"Look at the lovely Mollie's juices Pete, don't you want these coating your dick eh?"
Pete shook his head again, "not if you're doing the coating."
"Shut it Pete." Again Neil punched him, this time knocking him off his feet. Pete fell over and pulled the rope holding his wrists which of course then wrenched Mollie's neck pulling her to the very tips of her toes.
"Oh, I like that position. " Neil looked at Pete sprawled on the ground and Mollie with her body stretched to its maximum length. Pete's nose now also trickled blood.
"Please Neil stop this, stop it now. You're mad!"
Mollie writhed trying to control the rope as it became tighter the more her body moved upwards.
