tristons piston chapter 3

Triston barged through the door and shook heather up from her peaceful nap.

“Let’s go princess time for you to go back to the bed, I have to go out for a while come on, come on.” He helped her out of the tub and grabbed her up over his brute shoulders once more carrying her off to the bed. He laid her gently and untied her wrists from the zip tie and replaced it with the soft rope that bounded her back to the bed.

“Now you behave while I’m out” he winked at her knowing damn well she was tied taped and not going anywhere. She gave no reaction while watching him gather his things and left out of the door.
What seemed to be hour’s later heather heard a noise at the door. But she hadn’t heard the truck come back. She felt a shiver down her spine. She stared sharply at the door as she saw the door knob jiggle. Then suddenly she heard it click and the knob turned its full rotation allowing the door to open fully exposing there a young boy about 17. He walked in and closed the door behind him.

“I knew it, I knew he was up to something…don’t worry I won’t hurt you. I was just curious why he was acting so funny lately. Now I see, with a hot girl like you I would be crazy too.” The boy snickered and walked closer to Heather admiring her naked wet body. He noticed her tied feet and bounded hands and the blue tape over her mouth. This boy looked to be 6 feet and well built but slightly skinny. He went over to the bed and put his hand on her foot.

“I bet this zip tie hurt your ankles huh?” he asked cutting it with the scissors… Heather felt a ounce of hope that maybe she were finally going to be freed

“And I bet your cold huh?” He asked taking his shirt off, he laid it on the bed.

“Do you want my clothes?” He asked rhetorically taking his pants off followed by his boxers.