The Island
Binding Arbitration
Ginger circled the mystery redhead. She was perfect.
“It’s like looking into a mirror.” Ginger said, “You’re not just similar, you are identical.”
The stranger struggled to speak around her ball gag.
Ginger smiled. “Relax. Save your mouth for later.”
She started to circle the bondage frame. “Yes, you’re in good shape.’ She said, swatting the stranger’s bare left buttock.
The imposter writhed. Ginger gently stroked the area she had smacked.
She came around the front, millimeters away from her double's face. “I’ve got a feeling you can take more than that.” She said.
Ginger lightly traced her twin’s lips with the tip of her tongue. “Yes,” she said, “we’re going to get better acquainted.”
Back in the clearing Gilligan was offended.
“It isn’t fair.” He said.”how often do we get to see Ginger bondage herself?”
“It isn’t Ginger.” Mary Anne said, “It’s someone that looks just like her.”
‘I still want to watch.” He pouted.
Mary Anne smiled. “I’m sure Ginger won’t wear her out in one session.”
‘I don’t know” Gilligan said dubiously, “She can take the wind out of my sail in one go.”
‘Yes,” Marry Anne said, stroking Little G through Gilligan’s trousers below the table. “But you’re just a man.”
Ginger stepped into the clearing.
She was naked but for the red ropes binding her arms and harnessing her torso. Clips gleamed and bobbed at her nipples. A red ball gag fileld her mouth.
And Ginger stepped out behind her. She was dressed in only a red fishnet body stocking. A moderately sized strap on phallus bobbed before her.
“She wants to join us.” Ginger said.”And you know what that means.”
“Everyone shouted together.
“Gangbang!”
Ginger leaned close to her double’s ear and whispered. “Tonight you will be slave to all. If you please us you may remain.”