CHAPTER 2: The Prudes Strike Back
Author's Note: Everyone is still at least 18 years old in this universe.
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Ruby woke slowly, her arms aching for some reason.
Her room was dark, but she could tell someone was there. They waited at the side of her bed, a dark shape whose form seemed . . . oh. Ruby smiled. She tried to roll over, but she found her hands had been bound at the wrists, tied to her bedposts.
Her smile deepened as the figure stood silently, moving toward the lightswitch.
"Good morning, my lovely!" Lindsay said as she flicked on the light, blinding her girlfriend momentarily. Ruby groaned, noticing her legs had been bound at the ankles as well. She was a captive four pointed star, one that Lindsay would probably still insist was "cute as hell."
She was wearing nothing but her skirt, the same one she had worn that day, two weeks ago, when Lindsay had become her girlfriend. For her own part, Lindsay wore a baby blue nightie, not bothering with any panties beneath the diaphanous material.
Lindsay sauntered over to her side again, reaching down to fondle Ruby's breast. She kissed her on the mouth. "Today's a special day, you cutie."
"Right," said Ruby, "I know. How long are you going to keep me like this?"
"Oh, just for a little while," Lindsay said, tickling her lover's navel. "I wanted to keep you in place while I get you your birthday gift."
Ruby's mouth opened to argue, but she could not seem to protest her girlfriend's plan. Instead, she moaned as Lindsay continued to tease her, fingers moving lower to tickle her clit.
Her butterfly charm still hung there, but with a click, Lindsay snapped it off the piercing, moving over to the dresser and setting it down there. Then, she pulled a small wrapped box from it, turning and adopting a dramatic pose as she brought it to the bed.
She set the box down in between Ruby's breasts, pinching a nipple in passing. The black-wrapped package was about three inches square. "You can't open it yourself in your . . . condition. So I'll do it for you."
"So thoughtful," Ruby said sarcastically, though she was a little bit excited to see what her girlfriend got for her.
Lindsay tugged at the ribbon, pulling it slowly out of the perfect bow. Then, the ribbon falling away, she carefully pulled away the wrapping paper to reveal a small white box.
The top was lifted carefully to reveal . . .
"Oh, that's so cool!"
It was a delicate silver butterfly, wrought to appear as realistic as possible. The impossibly thin wings were on slight springs as they flapped almost as a real one would. A sparkling chain wound from the head, in between the silver antennae.
It was miles better than the simple charm she had worn before, one she had picked up practically from the discount bin.
Lindsay pulled it from the box, and set it atop her girlfriend's breast. Ruby blew across it, noting with satisfaction the wings fluttering in the breeze. "That's so cool," she said, emphasizing. "Thank you!"
"Love you," Lindsay said. She plucked it off her girlfriend's breast, and attached it by the chain to her pussy piercing. Then, she stood, crossed to the door, and opened it. She beckoned to someone standing outside.
Her father walked in, completely nude and with some sort of attachment on his throbbing cock, bright purple and ribbed. Lindsay reached in between his legs and Ruby heard a click, then the low hum of a vibrator, which jumped up in tone a few times as Lindsay selected the right setting.
"And my second gift," she shot back at her girlfriend. Then, she addressed Ruby's father. "Fuck her like there's no tomorrow, but don't you dare break her birthday present. And she's not allowed to be released from her bonds until you're done."
"Yes, ma'am," her father shot Lindsay a salute. Ruby had no idea how her girlfriend managed to order the rest of her family around; she had them wrapped around her little finger.
Her father bounced onto the bed and proceeded to follow Lindsay's orders to the letter. It was noon before Ruby staggered out of her room, dressed for the day.
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"Oh, no, slower, slower please," Ruby heard her mother moaning as she descended into the kitchen. She smiled as she saw her mother Ann at the counter, wearing nothing but an apron, bowl of beaten eggs forgotten by her right hand, as Lindsay slowly inserted -- holy balls, was that their rolling pin?
Lindsay winked at her as she came downstairs, slowly but surely pressing the thick implement into her mother's pussy, as the woman shuddered in pleasure.
Ruby herself was dressed to kill, if she did say so herself. She wore a short corset, which did absolutely nothing but bare her navel, most of her back, and her breasts, shelving them nice and high on her chest. She wore a matching scarlet skirt beneath that, and nothing else save the new butterfly charm (it fluttered within her miniskirt) and her tennis shoes.
She turned out to be the most overdressed in the family. Tracy was nude, and busily pushing his thick member inside . . . oh, that was Emily, wasn't it? It was hard to tell with her makeup smeared all over, as she moaned face first into the kitchen table.
Her father was at the other end of the kitchen, his own cock sated for now. Ruby's pussy hummed at the memory, as she walked over and planted a kiss on his cheek.
She patted Ann's shoulder, but figured she'd save her kiss for when she was more lucid. Lindsay didn't seem to be done with her yet, having set a steady pace with the impossibly thick rolling pin. Ruby saw her mother's sphincter expand and contract, and, dutiful daughter as she was, she decided to press her middle finger inside. It helped add to the picture of a loving family that was unfolding.
Her mother simply moaned harder into the kitchen counter, and Lindsay shot her girlfriend a high five, one that ended with her fingers dancing over Ruby's left nipple.
"None of that, now," Ruby teased. "Not until tonight."
"Mmm." Lindsay redoubled her efforts as Ann began to moan urgently. Ruby pulled her finger out, then ran it under the faucet, getting it nice and wet. Then, she replaced it and sank it in deeper, matching her girlfriend's pace.
"Ooooh, fuck! Fuckfuckfuck FUCK!"
And her mother's legs buckled. Ruby swooped in to help support her as she orgasmed, the rolling pin ejected from her still-tight pussy with a plop. Lindsay kissed those thick, toned thighs, as the orgasmic high began to fade from Ann's face.
"Oh, thank you Lindsay," she said as she struggled to catch her breath. "I didn't know I had it in me!"
"Really?" Lindsay winked. "I'll have to find a thicker one, then, if you didn't even know you had it in you!"
"That's not what -- Oh, Ruby, happy birthday sweetheart! And a good morning to you," as she gave her a lingering kiss good morning. Ruby noted with pride that her mother's breasts had been pulled through the top of the apron, fully on display and framed nicely.
Ruby pulled back. "Technically afternoon, but thanks Mom."
The three turned and looked toward Tracy, who was still pounding Ruby's friend into oblivion. Her father Frank waved from the family room. "See you all tonight!" he said.
"See you dad!" Ruby said.
"Don't put your cock into anything I wouldn't fuck!" Lindsay added.
"Right," came the call from the front door, and then a slam.
