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Disgusting strip poker & bondage story
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She only had two pair. Jacks and Queens. She'd lost and she
knew it. The previous hand she lost her jewelry; the hand before
that, her bra. She put down her cards, got up, and slid off her
panties. Now she was completely naked.
She looked around the van. Numerous boxes were piled up against
the walls and rear of the van, creating the space for their game. The
two large windows and all the smaller ones were covered with a reflec-
tive material which allowed light in, but prevented a view from out-
side. A curtain separated the front of the van from the carpeted
rear, where they were. Since she'd lost, she was to be at his dispos-
al, inside the van, for an hour, and was relieved that there was
almost no chance of being discovered : they were parked in a remote
section of the park, miles off the beaten path. Resigned to her fate,
she leaned back onto the carpeted floor. "I might even enjoy this"
she thought, as she grasped her ankles. "Signed, sealed, and deliv-
ered - I'm yours..." She pulled her ankles wide open, exposing her
supple loins; her delicate and sensitive womanhood, so conspicuously
exhibited, was entirely accessible, completely undefended.
"Do you want to play one final hand?" he asked.
"What?"
"One last hand. If you win, you get your panties back, and we
continue the game. There is only one condition : You'll play bound,
completely at my disposal. If I win, I get you until midnight."
"Bound? Do you mean tied up?"
"Tied up. Immobile. Helpless. Vulnerable."
This was something to think over very carefully....
She was only one hand away from winning when she lost three hands
in a row. If she won the next two in a row, she'd win. On the other
hand, if she lost, midnight was about nine hours away... She figured
that she already pretty vulnerable already, laying there with her legs
spread wide open as they were... She released her ankles and sat up.
"You'll release me if I win?"
"Yes, and you'll get your panties back, of course..."
"Okay, I'll play one more game..." she said, biting her lip.
He moved a pile, revealing a box. From there materialized some
straps, and other stuff. He setup a tripod, and mounted a video
camera, aiming it at her. She began to realize what vulnerable meant.
He mounted two more cameras on the ceiling of the van, and before long
three T.V sets came to life displaying a naked girl in a van from
different directions. He gagged her, then tossed a pair of handcuffs
to her. "Put these on." he said, touching his wrists in front of him.
As she put on the handcuffs, she watched him attach something to
the van's ceiling. It was two one-foot square metal plates. One
plate was suspended from the ceiling. The other had a chain attached
to each corner. The four chains met at a single point like an invert-
ed pyramid, where a long pipe about four-feet in length was connected,
balanced. The pipe was suspended from the upper plate which was
laying on the lower plate, which was suspended from the roof. At-
tached to the middle of the pipe, a six-inch length of chain dangled
downward. Finally, he slipped four two-inch spacers between the two
plates, separating them.
He told her to grasp the pipe with both hands. As she did this,
he padlocked the handcuffs to the chain. As he leaned a mirror
against the poker table the T.V. screens revealed a naked girl,
gagged, with her hands manacled above her. He lashed her ankles to
each end of the pipe. Now the girl in the mirror could only barely
move; hanging in midair, stark naked, gagged, and bound hand and foot,
she was absolutely defenseless and her whole body was totally exposed
and completely accessible to any and all who might make the attempt.
Her supple breasts were entirely undefended, and her ankles were
tethered wide apart revealing her silky smooth loins, prominently
displaying her vulnerable, glistening vulva invitingly.
Her trance was interrupted when something brushed her head.
Above, she saw him slide a filled enema bottle between the two plates,
its hose dangling past her ear. The girl in the mirror watched in
helpless horror as he deliberately thrust the dangling hose into her
compliant ass and removed the spacers...
The weight of her body squeezed the bladder, but the hose was
clamped; it merely bulged slightly under the pressure. The girl in
the mirror was powerless to save herself from the ominous hose.
Securely bound, gagged, and helpless, she felt much more vulnerable
and exposed than she'd ever imagined she could be. And she knew what
would happen if she lost the final hand.
He shuffled the deck and dealt out the cards, dealing hers
propped up so that she could see them. She had a pair of eights, and
junk. He threw one of his cards away. Then he asked her if she
wanted to keep her cards, while pointing to them, one at a time. She
nodded twice, and was dealt another eight, a three, and an Ace. Three
of a kind - not too bad....
He blindfolded her. "I will tell you whether or not you won in a
moment." He dealt his final card. He started stroking her belly, her
legs, her breasts. Her pussy. He nudged her, and she started swing-
ing, foreward and back, his finger going in and out of her... She was
breathing hard now, and felt a drop of surplus lubricant trickle
across her bottom toward the hose and its palpitating inlet. She was
trembling anxiously, certain that she'd lost. He scanned her cards.
Without warning, she felt a coolness fill her hips - cool water!
"I had a flush - You lost - So now you get flushed..."
"We're going to play a new game", he said as her own weight
flattened the bladder, forcing its contents into her awaiting rectum.
"...and the rules are real simple : You are not allowed to release any
bodily fluids for the next fifteen minutes. If you are successful,
I'll be all through for the day. But if you so much as release one
drop...." He continued to fondle his captive's most sensitive parts.
The urge in her bottom grew as the minutes ticked by. He tenderly
explored every square inch of his helpless captive, distracting her as
she tried to keep her sphincter under control. After a few minutes he
asked "Are you doing okay?". She shook her head. "Would you like to
relieve yourself now?" She nodded. "If I let you relieve yourself,
would you do whatever I ask without restriction?" "Why not?" she
thought - after all, she couldn't stop him from doing whatever he
wanted anyway. She nodded assent. "You will do whatever I ask for a
length of time of my choosing BEFORE you may relieve yourself, and you
will get more flushings - at my discretion. Do you agree to this?"
She felt like an ocean was trying to push out of her ass, and she
nodded wildly.
He unlocked the handcuffs and, supporting her shoulders, told her
to let go of the pipe. Her body unhinged and, now hanging by her
ankles, he uncuffed her hands, only to bind them behind her back.
Hanging upside down, she felt him pull the hose of her discomfort from
her behind. Then he picked her up again and untied her legs. She
stood up, and tightened her butt, trying to keep her composure.
She heard him dig around, then, horrified, she heard him slide
the van's door open! "He's taking me OUTSIDE!!" she thought, terri-
fied. She protested as much as she could, but cuffed, gagged and
blindfolded, it was useless. He led her for a distance, turned her
around, and told her to spread her legs. He tied her ankles apart,
released her hands, removed the gag, and told her not to speak, and to
lean back. She started to fall over backwards when she felt a picnic
table. He told her to lay all the way back. She did so, and he tied
her hands outstretched over her head. She was immobile and helpless
once again. She felt her bottom hanging off the edge as he adjusted
her ankle bindings. He spread something creamy over her pubic area,
then rubbed her there. As he rinsed the area, he caressed the smooth,
freshly shaven crotch. When he touched her newly bared tenderness,
she realized that she was now truly naked. Her supple teats stood
erect, perched atop their gentle mounds.
The urge in her bowels grew. Anxiously she asked "How long
before I can go?" "It'll be just another minute" he replied. She was
going to go real soon whether he gave her permission or not, and she
knew it. He walked over to the van and came back momentarily. He
untied her hands, rebinding them to the table, through the slats, at
her sides. "Okay, now open your mouth wide - as wide as you can, and
don't resist..." He put something in her mouth that braced her mouth
open, then she felt something on both sides of her head, bracing her
head immobile. "Almost done..." He untied her ankles, bent her knees
upward, and pulled her legs up and over her head, finally strapping
her ankles to the table beyond her head, spread wide apart to opposite
sides of the table.
Then he removed the blindfold saying "Okay, you may go now".
Above her, between her splayed legs, she saw her bald pussy. She
realized that her distended bowels would empty their unsavory contents
almost directly into her gaping mouth! She vainly struggled against
her unyielding bonds. She was hopelessly trapped. He delicately
stroked her over-strained opening in stimulating circles while also
massaging her naked sex inside and out. "You disobeyed me - I told you
no talking. I was about to let you go before you interrupted me. But
I'll tell you what. If you can control yourself for another five
minutes, I'll let you put your feet back on the ground." As he was
talking, his hands continued their exploration her unresisting body :
her arms, legs, belly, breasts, loins, and anus. She focused on her
weary opening and the uncomfortable pressure ready to erupt from
within. She had to keep control. She was so sensually overwhelmed
that she almost didn't notice the video camera above her, relentlessly
recording her embarrassing predicament.
He continued to torment his hostage, giving her pleasure that she
couldn't afford to enjoy. A spasm crossed her anus as she came, and a
spurt of warm water arced to her chin. The thumb and little finger of
one hand pushed her buttocks apart while he gently massaged the trem-
bling sphincter in concentric circles with his middle finger. His
other hand worked on her dripping vagina. A second spasm rocked her
bottom and she lost control completely. She closed her eyes and felt
a strange peace as the tainted water and feces gushed forth. Stark
naked in broad daylight, in the open where any passing stranger could
watch, and recorded forever on video tape in living color, she was
letting go, feeling a tingling sense of relief surge throughout her
body, a wet warmth on her body that she'd never felt before and a waxy
firmness in her mouth she couldn't refuse. Somehow, it all felt good.
In a few minutes, she had finished emptying herself. "Time to
wash up" he said, but before she knew it there was more water entering
her bottom. Her bowels filled with fresh, clean water, he said "First
rinse." Obediently, she released the warmed water, showering herself.
After the second rinse, he started to clean her up. With her
still bound, he soaped her all over, and the touch of his hands all
over her was almost overpowering. As he rinsed her outstretched
loins, his fingers plunged in and the other hand massaged her buttocks
and anus. She was coming again when she felt him slide the enema back
in. He removed the head and jaw braces, regagging and blindfolding
her.
Irrigated once more, he slid a finger deep into her inflated
bowels and stroked her tender insides while his other hand glided all
over her soapy, tethered body. He sensed that she was about to come,
so he slid his free hand up her belly and over her bald pussy. His
defenseless captive trembled as he slid two fingers into the waiting
vagina. He stroked both her insides in circular arcs, in and out,
round and round. When sensations became too much for her, she came.
He pulled his finger from her relaxing rectum and aborted the flows by
firmly pressing the opening with his hand. After a moment, the spasms
ebbed, and she was able to control the waters herself.
He untied her legs and slowly she uncramped. He pulled her legs
back to the ground, and tied them apart, as before. Then he uncuffed
her hands, and tied them to the table above her head as before. Once
again she was lying flat in her back with her hands tied, stretched
over her head. Her rump was off the end of the table,and her legs
were tied down as far apart as was possible. He soaped her down
again, and resumed the task at hand. One hand teased a pair of
breasts crowned by erect teats, the other kneaded a throbbing loin.
He felt her muscles tense and relax as she reached her climax, unable
to move otherwise. She released her load of warm, clear, water.
Beneath his hands, the bound, supple body squirmed in uncontrolled
ecstasy - but this time he didn't stop the massage, and she came time
and again, each time straining futilely against her bonds.
Finally, he stopped and untied her legs. She simply laid there,
motionless from exhaustion, and he hefted her rump up and onto the
table before releasing her hands. She was still tingling all over
when he cuffed her hands behind her back once again. He brought her
back to the van, and he tied her spread-eagled to the floor. She
heard the engine start, then the van shake as he drove his naked
prisoner to a new destination.
Finally, the van came to a stop. She was paraded out of the van
and into a building and downstairs. He led her into a room where he
removed her blindfold. It was a medium-sized room, not really dark,
but not too bright either. It was furnished with tables and chairs,
many in styles she'd not seen before... There was also a sink and
shower. Suspended from the ceiling were a number of strange looking
contraptions. The only one that looked familiar was the double-plate
enema-device that she'd experienced in his van. The floor was con-
crete, with throw rugs interspersed.
He led her to a strange suspended pipe. It was triangularly
shaped, about four-feet to a side, hanging parallel to the floor about
five-feet up. She ducked her head as he pushed her in. There were
video cameras all around her, and several T.V. screens in front of her
on the floor. Everything seemed to be turned on, as she watched the
girl on T.V. get her hands tied to one corner, her feet were lashed to
the two distant corners. Presently, the girl on T.V. was hanging
spread-eagled, her teats pointing toward the floor. Her body was now
more accessible than ever - she was now completely exposed to the
various video cameras; she had no "private parts" - everything was on
video display. There was nothing obstructing access to her now. He
lightly caressed the dangling breasts, occasionally giving the teats a
gentle twist or tug. The girl on T.V. began to helplessly secrete her
clear vaginal fluid. She watched attentively as the girl's fluid
trickled across her bald pussy and dripped to the floor.
Meanwhile, he produced a strange looking device : it was a curved
rectangular box with three fat, finger-like protrusions extending from
the top, middle, and bottom of the box. The fingers were mounted on
the inside of the curve. A power cord came out one end. Flexing the
box, he inserted one protrusion into her anus, another into her vagi-
na, and the last merely pressed against her clitoris. As it unflexed,
she felt two fingers grip her anal and vaginal canals with a gentle
pressure.
He plugged her in. Three vibrators! The girl on T.V. writhed in
pleasure. She came at once, and then again almost immediately. It
was too good and she couldn't stop the sensations radiating from her
lower extremes. She bucked futilely, trying to dislodge the mecha-
nism, but it had a firm grip on her bottom and her gyrations only
served to intensify the sensations. He resumed tenderly caressing her
exposed body parts : breasts, thighs, belly, calves, loins. The girl
on T.V. wriggled helplessly. His gagged and bound captive was com-
pletely powerless to do anything to ease her torment. She felt elec-
trified as the unending sensations in her crotch. The vibrator excit-
ing her clitoris brought the realization that on top of everything
else, she was about to empty her bladder. The girl on T.V. twitched
and squirmed futilely. She tried not to, but the sensations over-
whelmed her strained clitoris. She helplessly sprayed her water over
her clitoral stimulator, and felt the wet warmth of her release trick-
led from her crotch across her belly and dripped to the floor. As the
torrent slowed to a lazy drip, he switched the device off. She felt
sweat trickle down her butt. The girl on T.V.'s legs were spread wide
exposing her wet loins, and still had the vibrator attached to her.
She was concerned that he might plug the vibrator in again. The girl
on T.V. had beads of sweat plainly visible over her entire body; she
wriggled in mixed agony and pleasure as he extracted the vibrator and
rinsed her.
He released her, barely able to walk, and led her to a short
perforated wall, about three feet high. He led her up to it until her
knees and thighs touched it. He spread her legs and secured them to
the wall. He walked to the other side of the wall and told her to
bend foreward. As she did so, he grabbed her arms and pulled her
downward until her fingers touched the floor. He tied her hands
there. She found that she was unable to move at all. Somewhere, she
knew there was a camera recording her helpless plight. Behind her,
she heard him doff his pants. He impaled his still trembling captive,
slipping his male organ into her saturated, hypersensitive vagina.
She'd wanted to feel him in her all day, but now she was overloaded.
She was tingling so much that she could barely feel him probe her
throbbing, undefended femininity.
But that didn't matter. This was her chance to give him as much
absolute pleasure that he'd given her all day. It wasn't easy - bent
over, bound and immobile, she was little more than exposed thighs, a
receptive ass and a semen receptacle. Or maybe more of a sensual
instrument - all day he'd played music with her body. Intent on
playing in return, she single-mindedly stressed her already exhausted
vaginal muscles. Soon she felt a sticky warmth erupting within her,
and she relaxed, knowing her ordeal was concluded.
He untied her, and led her, unshackled, to the shower, then to a
bed room, where they caressed, and finally fell asleep in each other's
loving embrace.
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