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Derek
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
It was a pretty stormy night, and the rain was hitting Derek's car
pretty hard. The clattering was bothering his concentration, but the
cough of hhe engine quickly drew his attention. He shivered in the
cold evening as his car wheezed once more and died. This was not the
perfect end to his summer vacation.
He was on his way back to school, a sophomore, studying the fine
arts of speech communication, and wasn't prepared for a long wait for
the next available car. As he got out of the overloaded and overworked
Pinto, he spotted a house across the nearby field. he began to walk
towards it, and quickly stumbled and fell in the mud. By now he was
a complete disaster, but that didn't stop his from reaching the house
and knocking on the door.
It was opened by an attractive woman who appeared to be in her thirties.
"Can I help you?" she asked. "My car broke down" he explained, and
shivered some more in the cold. She invited him in, and explained that
there was no telephone service that far out in the country. She would
let him take a shower, and let him have a bed, and in the morning they
would see about his car.
The shower felt warm and wonderful. The streams of hot water flowed
over his body washing away the grime and dirt. He felt a new man
as he put on the bathrobe "Doreen" had lent him, and collapsed in deep
sleep on the bed.
He awoke in the morning to strange sounds, and a funny feeling, and
discovered that he couldn't see! He felt that something was over his
head. As he tried to remove it, he found out his hands were tied.
Struggling wildly, he discovered that he was lying face down, his
eyes covered by some sort of mask, his hands and feet bound to the
four corners of what must have been the bed. Now he knew he was
in trouble. Still, he was excited.
All at once, the scruffling sounds stopped, and he heard a voice
say "Ok, start taping." he heard the low whine of something that
sounded very much like a video recorder, and he felt the blanket
being removed from his. he felt very very exposed, and he knew
he was totally helpless.
A hand snaked down underneath his and pinched his right breast.
he squealed in shock. The hand continued to move around, caressing
first his breast, and Then moving beneath his towards his cock. He
tried to use his body, and to pin the hand, but another hand came
from The other side and he felt his cock get hard as the hand began
to stroke him. "Stop, please." he asked, "Please
stop!" The hand started stroking harder, moving fater, and furiously
arousing him. He tried moving to escape, but the ropes held
him tight. All of a sudden, he felt the hands withdraw. The
mostly silent people, whoever they were, untied his hands, and
roughly forced them behind his back, where he felt and heard
handcuffs being clasped on. His legs were untied, and he was
pulled to his feet.
"Now nobody is going to get hurt, and nothing bad will happen
if you cooperate. You can start by not screaming."
He tried to think rationally, this was non-consentual sex! This was not
The pretend-bondage he had been trying to convince Diane, his girlfriend
to play -- this was for real. Staying alive was more important than
even this issue, so he shook his head yes, agreeing to cooperate.
"Good" said a second voice, mostly muffled. "Ok, I got his
from here."
The second woman, whoever she was, grabbed him by the handcuffs and dragged
him downstairs. By the sound of things they had reached the living room.
All of a sudden he sheard a mettalic door, and realized they must be in
The kitchen. The woman took something out of the fridge (or put something
in), and he heard funny paper-type noises. Then, he felt his legs being
spread apart. Before he could react, he felt each of them cuffed to
a leg of The kitchen table. He was barely able to stand straight,
The side of the table lodging against the small of his back.
"Remember, you said you would cooperate..." The muffled
voice said, The implied threat very audible...
he felt his cockbeing massaged again, and this time almost felt
hisself aroused. he was really upset at hisself now. Then, he felt
something soft touch the base of his balls, teasing his. He heard the
woman chuckle "a little excited, aren't we..." he felt the thing,
whatever it was being sprayed on him. It was soft, yet silky, and mushy.
she started massaging it in him, caressing him sensually with the whipped
cream while he was cuffed and shelpless.
Just as he was beginning to come, the whipped cream was all dissipated
and she chuckled as she ate the remaining sprinkles. Some of it was still
smeared around his cock, and he felt it get hard as her face approacshed,
and his tongue flicked out and scratcshed the tip of his cock with a fast
movement. He almost exploded into orgasm as she teased his cock over and over,
and then began to lick the whipped cream off his cock. Finally, he could
resist it no longer, and his orgasm exploded in a wave of lust and pleasure.
"My turn." were The only words he heard, and without releasing him,
The woman stroked him some more, and after giving it one more lick ,he felt his
hard dick entering into her. As she thrust, he thought she would never
stop, his back was hurting from being pounded against the table. All
of a sudden he felt a searing pain and realized she bit his nipple!
his nipple began to harden, and she continued his game, alternating
abuse with soft saliva circles, all The while pounding into him.
Finally, when she was about to come, she unhooked his legs, and by
pulling on his arms, forced his head down on top of her cunt, and
forced his to eat her out. Helpless as he was, he had no choice, and
when she came, she came hard and shook all over.
When next she spoke, she said "Don't be upset, this is what you
wanted. I was worried about you, found your car on The highway,
and the owner of the house let me 'take care of you.'" As she
removed his mask, he found hisself looking into the spent eyes
of his boyfriend, Diane.
"Diane!" he said half furious, half relieved.
"Yeah, you always wanted a bondage fantasy, so I thought
we could make a realistic one" and smiled.
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