Too good of a deal - Sex Stories

Too good of a deal

... since Carol gagged me, but panting had made me a mess. Some of my saliva trickled past the gag on the floor, and some of it down on my body between my huge breasts. This was everything I had wished for, but I could have used a different locale and company.

I heard heavy footsteps when Carl entered the room. Carol was giving him the instructions, 'Carl dear, make sure that garbage goes to the back alley and that lovely package goes to the car. You will then drive the car to Uncle Sean and give him the package. And be very careful when you lift her, you don't want to hurt the person inside. She is light as a feather, but you need to be gentle. So garbage to the alley, package to car.'. Carl replied, 'Yes, sister dearest. Garbage to the alley and package to car.'. There was no sarcasm or irony in his voice, it was just an oddly blunt comment. "Maybe the comments that Carol said about her brother being simple were not exaggerations...", I was thinking under the sheets. Carol left Carl and my tied body to the storage room. When I couldn't recognize her footsteps anymore, I noticed that Carl was mumbling something by himself. I could not hear what he said due to my heavy breathing, so I brushed it off as nonsense.

Carl was gathering the garbage around me and carrying them outside. It was just a matter of time until he would come to pick me up. I was dreading the moment for two reasons. Firstly I obviously did not want to be a showpiece to "Uncle Sean" for the next few ...

... hours. And secondly, Carl better be the gentlest fucking giant ever when he picks me up. If he accidentally yanks the rope by any means, I will scream. And as Carol said, I better not make him unwrap this package. I heard him walking back and I tensed my whole body. If I can remain as still as possible, it should lessen the risk of him messing things up. He was mumbling again and I could hear him better now. I still couldn't recognize what he said, but his voice was definitely clearer. His hands were looking for the place where to pick me up. They were exploring all over my body, but he was not trying to feel me up. It was more mechanical than sensual. Like he just wanted to lift my body. Finally, he settled on pushing his left arm under my armpits and right arm under my stomach. For the lack of a better de***********ion, I felt like he was like a forklift when he raised my tied body from the floor. 'Up goes the package.', Carl said to himself. And as Carol had said, for him, I really was light as a feather.

My asshole twitched while we were walking. Every step Carl took, made me think about the steel rod which had penetrated my sphincter. I tried to move my head back to give even a millimeter more loose rope, but it was an extremely difficult thing to do. While being tied like this, it is not easy to move any part of your body, head included. While I was doing my best to make myself comfortable, Carl kept mumbling. I was now so close to him that I was able to hear the words. ...