The Doctor

I have to go see the gynecologist - it's that time of the year again. I wait anxiously in the office with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. I've decided to see a different gyno from my usual one for a change - I like the novelty of the unexpected. I flip nervously through an outdated magazine and try not to stare at the gorgeous receptionist. Long, red hair cascades down the back of her crisp, starched white nurse's uniform, and though there's no adornment on her clothes, I can see the fabric straining over large, round breasts. I look back down and glance at an article about make-up tips. A sketch of a woman is designed to show you how to apply lipstick correctly. I start thinking about the receptionist's full, red lips, imagining how wonderful they would feel on... "Miss Anderson?" Her voice startles me and I'm sure my face is red as a beet. The doctor is a gorgeous, plump brunette.I swallow hard and manage a nod. I get up to follow her, too quickly, and her large titties rub against mine. I feel myself shudder and know my pussy is getting wet. She smiles encouragingly as I mumble an apology, trying hard not to notice her pert, hard nipples teasing me. She leads me into the exam room. I barely glance at the chair with its stirrups because I know from the moment I'm strapped into it, she'll know I LIKE IT. I'm wondering if she'll think I'm a pervert. Maybe she'll refer me to someone else. I undress completely, hoping she steals a look at my neatly trimmed pussy. I get into the chair and almost trip, but her hand is on my arm and helps me into the chair. She notices that I have goosebumps all over and asks me if I'd like her to turn the temperature up. I tell her it's not a big deal. She tells me to go ahead and put my legs in the stirrups, and for a moment the cold metal is like a shock to my warm skin. Instantly, I feel a rush of excitement and my pussy spasms hard. She has her back turned towards me and doesn't notice. I hope she'll push the stirrups further apart - I want to be vulnerable and exposed for her and pray she'll take her time. I need a long, deep exam. When I made the appointment the receptionist asked me whether I needed a rectal exam as well - and I fingered myself trying not to moan YESSSSSSS. The doctor turns around to face me and I see that her beautiful chubby hands are snugly encased in rubber gloves. I have to fight the urge to beg her to finger my pussy and asshole. I try to steady my breathing, but I know it's not going to happen. "Why don't you relax, everything will be just fine", she says to me. She bends over to feel my abdomen and I can see down her blouse. Her breasts are large, round and soft. I want to reach out and squeeze them but I don't. She takes out a large, metal speculum and asks me if I want her to warm it up a little - it's sterile and cold. I tell her she doesn't need to, and she starts to slide it into my warm, juicy pussy, slowly, deeper and deeper the metal instrument goes and I almost pass out with pleasure. "You're very...lubricated", she comments, and I think I see a smirk cross her lips. I feel my face flush and ask if that's a bad thing. Now she smiles openly at me and tells me it's a very, very bad thing - and that she's going to have to punish me for being such a BAD little girl. I nod enthusiastically and say: " Yes, please, punish me!" A wave of relief floods over me as I realize she is about to use me as her personal slut. She presses a button and within seconds, two nurses have come into the room. My eyes widen and I'm struck with fear. Both large, chubby women in their early 20s and clad in starched white uniforms, hands already gloved. Without a word, the first one steps towards me and starts to fuck me with the speculum, slowly at first, then harder, using the tool like a sadistic dildo. I bite my lip to keep from screaming when I feel another hand fondling my tight puckered asshole. Someone is smearing a sticky substance on it that feels like Vaseline, but I can't see anything. My face contorts with a sharp sensation as my asshole is violently penetrated with a large object - and when I open my eyes I realize that it's a wine bottle. I whimper softly, trying not to be too loud but the doctor tells me not to worry - the exam room is sound proofed. I let out a long, loud moan as my holes are penetrated and violated continuously. The nurses make way for the doctor who is now wearing a large studded strap-on. She tells me that this might hurt because I have a very tight pussy, but I only nod, eager for her to continue molesting me. She lines the brutal toy up with the wet entrance of my snatch and rams it in hard. I cry out, tears running down my eyes, but she knows I love every second of it as she starts to fuck me so hard the chair rattles.

After a couple of minutes she is obviously bored and I begin to get scared that she might stop. I plead with her and beg her to use me, she smiles almost cruelly and tells me that she will do whatever she wants with me. She orders me to get on the floor on all fours, and I do so, shivering on the cold tile. The nurses, both naked by now, start to fondle me, pulling and twisting my nipples and shoving their fat fingers into my violated holes. I moan and grunt loudly and with abandon. One of them gets in front of me and spreads her legs. The doctor orders me to lick her pussy, and I dive into the warm, flabby folds of her huge mound while the other nurses continues to poke my holes. I continue to lick and suck the soggy wet pussy as the nurse in front of me squeals like a little piggy, pushing my head so deep into her cunt that my face is covered in her juices. At the same time, the second nurse is busy shoving more and more fingers into my swollen pussy in an effort to comply with the doctor's orders to fist me. Finally, she pushes in hard and I feel her whole hand inside me, her fingers curling back towards her palm as she attemtps to make a fist inside my abused hole. She laughs and starts almost punching my pussy and I cry out in pain - but the sound is muffled in the delicious pussy I'm still eating. I feel her big fat fist pumping in and out of my pussy, filling me with delirious pleasure and pain. The doctor seems bored again and yells at all of us to stop. She wants to reposition us and see something different. I feel disappointed to have to get out of those gorgeous fat folds but I do what she says. She tells me to lean back with my arms outstretched and spread my legs as far as I can. I do what she tells me, feeling my pussy now probably bruised from the repeated assaults. I'm panting, trying to catch my breath, cunt juice all over my face. The doctor ties my wrists behind my back. She tells the nurses to grab one of my legs each and hold it wide open. I'm entirely at their mercy, unable to move or get out of the position they've put me in. I watch as the doctor sits on the floor across from me and wonder what she's going to do. She has no toys in her hand, no strange objects to abuse me with, no hard, metal tools to shove into my unyielding, tight holes. She smiles and tells me she likes girls with tight pussies, that she loves forcing them open and wider, stretching them. I thank her for picking me, tell her that I feel privileged to be able to serve her needs. She smiles and slide her legs towards me. I have no idea what she's doing. She pushes her feet on my thighs to open them wider. She starts rubbing her bare feet over my clit and I feel my whole body tremble. "You want me to make you cum, don't you, you little whore?" she asks me. I can't speak, I'm a slave to her torment. She stops abruptly and I cry out, begging her not to stop. She laughs and resumes rubbing my clit with her feet. Suddenly she pushes her foot hard against me and I feel her big toe pop into my pussy. She hold her hand to her mouth in mock surprise and forcefully continues to push her pointed foot into my unwilling snatch, twisting her foot, rotating it, until all five toes are firmly embedded in my juicy cunt. She leans back onto her arms and starts roughly forcing her foot further into my pussy, causing me to cry out again. She asks me if I want her to stop, and I beg her not to. She continues, pushing hard as I feel the sole of her foot sliding deeper into my folds. Finally, the heel of her foot is all the way in and she laughs loudly. She tells one of the nurses to get the camcorder and before long, the nurse is recording everything as the doctor proceeds to violate my cunt in a way I had never experienced before. She gyrated and twisted her foot around hard and rough, obviously intent on hurting me, and arouses by the abundant juices that her foot was sliding into. Soon she was fucking me with her foot, hard and rough, deeper and deeper. The nurses were cheering her on, obviously filled with envy as I received this "special treatment". I heard myself moaning and groaning like an animal, and she started fucking me faster and faster. I creamed myself and let out a scream, my chest heaving as she removed her foot. The nurses took close-up pictures of my sadistically abused holes, giggling and commenting that they were going into their private collections. The doctor told me to get dressed and that she expected me to come in whenever she called from this moment onwards. My hands were shaking badly and I struggled back into my clothes, but I managed to nod eagerly in acceptance of my new role as her slave. -the end-

Kaylee's Ordeal

Introduction: Kaylee finds a secret room in Mr. Peters' house. Kaylee was surprised to hear the doorbell after nine o’clock so she set aside her Algebra homework and peered out the little curtained window next to the door. It was Jennifer, her best friend, and she looked upset as she fidgeted in the December cold on the front porch. They were both in their cheer uniforms because there had been a game that afternoon and while the sweater was actually pretty warm, the short pleated skirt did nothing to keep the chill out. Jen noticed her peering out the window and called out, “Come on Melon, let me in. It’s fucking cold out here!” She unbolted the door and drew back the chain and let her friend in. Mr. Peters wouldn’t be home until after midnight and Kaylee assumed he wouldn’t mind if she had a friend over as long as it wasn’t a boy. Elizabeth, Mr. Peter’s five year daughter, was already asleep in her bed anyway. Never-the-less, Kaylee wished that she could have kept her out – she was obviously upset about something – and if she was right in her suspicions it was about Johnny. Jen and Johnny had been in a on-again off-again relationship all sophomore year and every couple of weeks it seemed her friend was crying on her shoulder vowing never to see him again. Of course, she was always right back by his side in no time. Kaylee felt that Jen was obsessed and that her relationship with Johnny, a senior, was just not healthy. Her friend had confided in her that she had given the football player a blowjob on their last date and that she intended to give him her virginity on Prom night; if he ever got around to asking her to prom that was. It was just acts of desperation, Kaylee saw, Jen was giving him her most precious gifts in hopes it would keep him interested. That wasn’t the way it was supposed to work – Kaylee was saving herself for someone who was definitely committed to her and had proven it by marrying her. Not that she ever intended to put a penis in her mouth – Jen said it wasn’t that bad – but the thought of it just sent shivers down her spine. It was degrading to women, and just plain disgusting. Kaylee’s husband would have to be a gentleman, like Linus Larabee. While she did get tired of Jen’s drama, Kaylee was not wary of her blonde squad mate because it was likely more of the same old story. The truth was, if she and Johnny were on the outs, there was a fairly good chance that it was Kaylee’s fault this time. When she had heard how he had ejaculated in Jen’s mouth and then told her to swallow it – she couldn’t even think about such a thing without gagging a little – she had been pretty upset with him. After the game that afternoon, she had marched right up to him dragged him over to the bleachers and told him in no uncertain terms that he needed to treat her friend with respect. At first he had just smirked at her – in disbelief that she was so nosy. It was that kind of thing that really got her irritated: when guys treated her like she was just a dumb girl. And, like always, he had spent most of the time staring at her breasts. Kaylee was self-conscious about her large breasts as it was and never appreciated the attention they garnered her from just about every boy and man she encountered. (Jen, who had something but not much, was insanely jealous of Kaylee’s boobs and had once held up a small watermelon at the market and loudly proclaimed it the same size as Kaylee’s tit. From that point on, Jen always called her Melon, and it was her favorite game to call attention to her friend’s boobs in any public setting.) She had been fuming at him, railing on about respect and dignity, when he had just stepped in close and said, “Maybe this will shut you up.” Then he pressed his lips against hers and began kissing her. At first she just froze, in complete shock. The truth was, she had only ever had one other kiss, in Junior High and it had been awkward and short. But Johnny was firmly kissing her, his strong arms pulling her against him, and his tongue in her mouth. Suddenly she was very aware of how cute he was – she had always thought he was attractive – and his cheeks were stubbly, manly, and she liked the feel of them on her face. He didn’t smell good, he was all sweaty from the game, but somehow it was a bit intoxicating – masculine – and it caught her off guard. Without even really thinking at all, she just started kissing him back, in a daze reaching up around his body and squeezing him – feeling his muscles. His hands moved to her breasts and she felt her nipples harden. No-one had ever touched her there before and it felt so good. And then she thought, no wonder Jen is so nuts for him! It was that thought, not the fact that she had compromised all her ethics and feminist ideals in the span of one chauvinistic affront, that snapped her out of it. She pulled back and stopped him when he tried to kiss her again. “Johnny, we can’t do this. What about Jen?” “Melon, we already did it. And you can’t take it back now. Look, Jen’s nice. I like her a lot. But you know as well as I do that we aren’t going to last. She’s not long term girlfriend material. And I’ve always secretly wanted you anyway.” Kaylee hated herself for being so flattered by his words. He was a guy who had only yesterday came in her best friend’s mouth and was now hitting on her. There was no way she could ever trust him. Hell, he had just called her Melon, a nickname she hated! But his compliment went right to the heart of her and Jen’s whole dynamic and it pleased her that someone realized she wasn’t easy like Jen. But she was back in control of her faculties and knew she would not let this happen again. She didn’t date jocks – well she really hadn’t accepted any of the numerous date invitations she received on a regular basis, but she certainly didn’t intend to make Johnny the first exception. “I would really appreciate it if you didn’t mention this to Jen. It would only hurt her. If you really feel that Jen isn’t long term girlfriend material, then you should break up with her once and for all. Let her move on with her life.” With that, she managed to somehow hold her head up high and marched off, still trying to regain her arrogant composure. But now she was face to face with a visibly upset Jen and she realized that she didn’t know if her friend knew about the kiss. If she did, would she believe Kaylee that it had been all his doing? That she had been a victim of unwanted attention? She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Jen plopped down on the sofa and immediately began ranting about Johnny. Apparently he had broken up with her, saying pretty much what Kaylee had said to him. Jen needed to get on with her life. “But he told me it was because he was interested in someone else.” Kaylee looked at her friend’s face carefully. There was anger in Jen’s eyes but she couldn’t know if it was directed at her, or at Johnny. Inside she was screaming how sorry she was, but she just couldn’t bring herself to confess. If she didn’t already know, then she could spare her friend the pain of knowing that he had kissed her best friend. Confessing did nothing to make things better, so she held her tongue. “Do you have any idea who it could be? Have you seen him chatting it up with any other girls?” The cheerleader sat back and played with a long red curl as if deep in thought. “Johnny’s always flirting with everyone, Jen. I’ve told you a million times that he’s a horndog.” This was a very truthful answer: if you ignored the fact that it completely dodged the real question. “I know. I probably shouldn’t even be upset, right. Good riddance to bad rubbish and all that. At least I still have you.” Kaylee leaned in and hugged her friend who hugged her back. After a minute or two, Jen pushed her away. “Get off me, Melon – you lezzy slut!” And so they moved on to other topics, although every few minutes Jen would return to the subject of Johnny and his mystery crush. The whole thing was making Kaylee so nervous, she decided to try and distract her friend by suggesting they snoop around the house. Ordinarily she would never do such a thing, but she was desperate to keep Jen busy with something other than her heartbreak. Besides, Mr. Peters was as straight-laced as they come and they probably wouldn’t find any more interesting than a Playboy in his side drawer anyway. In the master bedroom Jen found a gun in his side drawer, secured with a trigger lock. It was pretty heavy and mean looking. Guns made Kaylee nervous, especially when Jen picked it up and pointed it at her. “I’d sure like to know who mystery-girl is right now – one squeeze of the trigger and Johnny’s mine again.” Kaylee laughed and took the gun from her, trying to hide her anxiety, “He’s not worth going to jail for, Jen. Besides, maybe she didn’t do anything to encourage his attention.” “Oh no, Kaylee, he told me that he kissed her! That she kissed him back! The slut let him feel her up.” No-one had ever called Kaylee a slut before. She supposed she deserved it, but she wasn’t a slut! It had just been that he had caught her off guard. He practically assaulted her and it only took her a couple of minutes to snap out of it. And she had stopped it. How was she ever going to be able to explain herself to Jen? Mr. Peters did have pornography, a Penthouse magazine, in his dresser drawer. They spent a few moments looking at the glossy images of women, legs spread and holding their pussies open with their fingers. Kaylee had never seen anything so revolting, although she had to admit the women were very beautiful. None of them had grotesquely huge breasts like hers. She commented that she didn’t understand why slutty girls shaved their pubic hair, and Jen chuckled, pulling her skirt up and her bloomers down to reveal a completely smooth pussy. “It’s because we know guys don’t like getting hair in their teeth.” “Oh gross!” Kaylee was shocked. Of course she trimmed her bush for bathing suits – that was just good hygiene – but she had never thought that anyone in the real world went bald. “Of course, Kaylee, you shouldn’t ever do this. Redheads are rare and guys love red pussy hair. But you could leave just a thin strip down the middle. Or make a heart or something; that would be cute.” It had only been two years ago that she and Jen were kissing their own hands, trying to learn how, and completely ignorant of anything sexual. How had Jen moved so much further along this depraved path? “Johnny refused to go down on me. Can you believe that? He said he was watching his carbs. And after I ate his come too. Guys have such a double standard. He wouldn’t even kiss me again after I brushed my teeth.” “Can you blame him? It’s not exactly sanitary. I mean, he pees from there.” “Remember when Mr. Johnson told us how the Apollo 13 astronauts drank their own urine. He said it was sterile and harmless. It’s not like I licked old crusty urine from a toilet, Kaylee. Besides he was very clean at the time. You’ll see soon enough.” “Not me, Jen. I wouldn’t date a guy who expected that.” Jen stared hard at her for a moment, and Kaylee just knew that Jen knew. Johnny had told her all about their kiss and she was going to explode now. But instead Jen just laughed, “Yeah, you probably wouldn’t. You’re going to have the most boring sex life in the whole world, Kaylee. What a waste of fantastic tits!” Kaylee’s heart was racing, and she felt her face start to flush. “Uh, I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Kaylee went into the bathroom and relieved herself. Then she took a long hard look at herself in the mirror. It wasn’t fair to Jen what had happened. Her friend was hurting, and it was at least a little bit her fault. She had known Jen for a long time, and even though her friend was kind of a blossoming young slut, they were still best friends. She owed her the truth. Summoning up all her courage, she went back into the master bedroom to confess. Jen wasn’t in the bedroom anymore, but Kaylee heard noises coming from the large walk-in closet. She entered and was surprised to see that the back wall was open. A huge panel had slid aside. Mr. Peters had a secret room in his house. There was nothing that could have prepared Kaylee for what she found in this room. Even Jen seemed taken aback by it. It was a substantial room, about thirteen feet square, with a concrete floor and cinderblock walls. There were no windows and the only way in or out was back through the closet. One wall was covered with peg board, and neatly organized hung whips, and ropes, and chains, and paddles, and clamps, and – oh my God! Were those dildos? Plastic cocks of all different shapes and sizes were arranged on the wall. The next wall had a large wooden X attached to it, like a cross tilted diagonally. At each of the extremities there was a heavy iron loop, which Kaylee instinctively knew was for tying rope. The last wall, had three large screen flat panel displays on it. Looking around Kaylee saw that there were a dozen or so video cameras set at all angles. What kind of sicko was Mr. Peters? “Can you believe this shit?” Jen said. She was kneeling next to a large wooden box that was bolted to the center of the floor. The top was covered with padded leather and straps dangled on the sides. It was about table height. It looked ominous but the purpose of it wasn’t evident. “Uh, I think we better get out here right now. Mr. Peters wouldn’t like us in here.” An evil grin crossed Jen’s pretty face, “Oh, I think he’d really like us in here.” “Oh sick! He’s like my Dad’s age.” “Come on Kaylee. Those Penthouse Pets are only two or three years older than us. You’ve been babysitting for him a lot. I bet he thinks about having you strapped down in here all the time.” Kaylee was actually kind of afraid at this point. Was this kind of thing even legal? She tried to imagine what it would be like to be strapped down, helpless, while someone violated her. “I want to go, Jen. I’m not comfortable with this.” As if reading her mind, Jen stood up and approached the box. She went up against it, and Kaylee now saw that there were grooves in the corner in which her legs fit snugly. “I think I’ve figured this thing out. The woman stands here and then bends over the top.” Jen bent over, her stomach on the padding and her small breasts hanging off the other side, and Kaylee saw that her cheer skirt lifted up to the point where her bloomers were in view. “Then she reaches down and grabs hold of these handles.” Again there were grooves in which her arms fit nicely. “Then Mr. Peters straps her in and does his thing.” “Jen, we shouldn’t be messing with this stuff. For all we know these cameras are on! We need to leave before we get caught.” “None of the red lights on the cameras are on, Melon. He won’t be home for hours. Quit being such a dork – when are we ever going to get a chance like this again? Here, you try it.” Jen stood up and motioned for Kaylee to get on the box. She shook her head no. In the pit of her stomach she felt sick. How was she ever going to face Mr. Peters again? “Come on Kaylee!” Jen whined, “You’ve got to do it. I did it. It’s so weird imagining what it would be like to be restrained like that.” “I don’t want to, Jen. I feel like we’re violating Mr. Peters’ privacy. It’s not right for us to be in here.” “Look, just try it and then we’ll leave. I promise.” Kaylee looked at her friend with a helpless look, but knew she was going to give in. She walked up to the box and tried not to think about Mr. Peters as she put her legs in the grooves and bent over. “Holy shit, Melon! Look how your tits hang!” Kaylee started to get back up, but Jen put a hand on her back. “No – come on – you have to grab those handles.” The young cheerleader frowned at her friend and reached down and grasped the handles. She had to admit that the position she was in was uniquely sexual. She was on her tip toes, and her ass was pointing out, and her tits were hanging down. If she had been strapped down, Mr. Peters would be able to do anything to her he wanted. “Hey, Melon! Look at this!” Jen was now standing by the television monitors and there was a touch screen display that she was typing on. In the span of two seconds, Kaylee became aware of several things at once: First, there was a loud clicking sound, and she felt clamps close around her ankles and wrists. Second, the room was suddenly flooded with light. Third, there was a mild electronic hum and all the screens came to life and Kaylee now saw herself from several different angles, strapped to the bench. Looking around she saw that all the cameras now had red lights. And last, she watched the door slide shut with a hiss. “Jen! What did you do? I’m stuck! Turn it off!” Kaylee was panicking and felt like she couldn’t get enough air. Jen was laughing loudly. “Calm down, Kaylee. I figured out this whole contraption when you were in the bathroom. I’m just fucking with you.” Kaylee tried to calm down, “Please let me up, Jen. I don’t like this at all.” She knew she was about to cry and really didn’t want to give Jen anything more to tease her about. Jen walked over to the bench. “This really is an ingenious device, don’t you think?” She pulled a strap from the sides of the bench and pulled it tight across Kaylee’s back. “This lever spreads your legs wide.” Kaylee saw on one of the monitors that Jen pulled a lever near her feet and the shackles on her legs pulled out hard, spreading her. “OW! Damn it, Jen, stop playing around!” “Oh, Melon, you must be so uncomfortable. Let me help you.” She went around the front and pulled out a stand. It was an adjustable prop, with a large metal collar on it. Jen fastened it around Kaylee’s neck. Now she could rest her head, which was more comfortable, but she was forced to look forward, her chin pointing out. “Look at yourself, Melon!” Kaylee couldn’t help but look at herself. She was larger than life on the monitors. “If Mr. Peters was here, I bet he’d rip off your bloomers and fuck you silly.” “Come on Jen, this isn’t funny. I want to get up.” “But you haven’t seen the best part, Melon.” Jen stooped down in front of her and pulled up her sweater and bra freeing her breasts. “What the fuck are you doing?” “Check this out,” Jen laughed and pulled two little clamps out from a drawer at the base of the unit. She put one on each of Kaylee’s nipples, causing her to scream. The clamps were attached to retractable cords that pulled down, stretching out her nipples. Kaylee was gritting her teeth, the pain was intense, “GET ME OUT OF THIS RIGHT NOW!” Now she was pissed. Jen had definitely crossed the line. “Okay, okay. Calm down, Kaylee. I was just messing with you. Let me shut it off.” While Kaylee whimpered, Jen went to the panel and tapped away. “This should do it.” Kaylee heard some clicking and felt vibration coming from the box. She pulled against her restraints but they didn’t open. Then in horror she watched on the monitor from a side angle as a drawer opened from the bottom of the box between her legs and a pneumatic arm raised up holding a large black dildo. The drawer then began to slowly retract, pulling the dildo closer to her inch by inch. “Oops!” Jen said, tapping on the controls some more, “This doesn’t seem to be responding.” “Jen, this isn’t funny! Stop that thing!”

“I’m pressing the release button. It’s not releasing. It worked when you were in the bathroom!” The dildo made contact with Kaylee, pressing against her bloomers. It was clearly trying to penetrate her and she felt the smooth material of her panties and bloomers pushing inside of her. It hurt a lot, but just kept pressing. “OH GOD! It’s trying to go in! Stop it, Jen! Turn it off!” “I’m trying! Damn it, this thing is not responding!” “OH! FUCK!” An inch of her panties and bloomers had been pushed inside of her by the dildo, and it was tearing her dry pussy. Slowly the dildo retreated, and Kaylee sighed in relief, but then it reverse and slowly began trying to penetrate her again. “Jen! It’s trying to fuck me! Don’t let it fuck me! Please, God, please turn it off! Oh it’s tearing me up!” Jen saw on the monitors that it was pushing her underwear inside of her pussy. She moved over to Kaylee, and said, “Honey, I think I’m going to have to move your bloomers or it’s really going to hurt you.” As the dildo pulled out, Jen grabbed her bloomers and panties and pulled them down. When the dildo made its way back it now entered her pussy unhindered. Her pussy was still raw, but it didn’t hurt as much. The dildo kept penetrating her about an inch and then backing away – little by little Kaylee felt her pussy dampen and then it actually began to feel good. “Oh God, Jen. Please stop this.” “Working on it, Kaylee. I just don’t understand why it’s not working. Maybe I can unplug it.” There were no wires anywhere on the box, it must have been hard wired through the floor. “I’m so sorry, Kaylee, I’ll turn it off I swear.” She was back tapping on the panel, and then the dildo stopped slowly teasing her and began to push into her very slowly. “Jen! It’s going deeper! It’s going to fuck me! Shit, it’s going to take my cherry! Please, turn it off.” Kaylee felt the dildo brush up against her hymen. If Jen didn’t figure it out soon, she was going to be deflowered by this evil machine. Jen then moved over to Kaylee and knelt down in front of her, looking her in the eye. “You know, I intended to give my cherry to Johnny at the prom.” Kaylee bit her lip as the dildo pressed into her, and then screamed as it burst through her cherry. “Now he tells me that he wants to take you to the prom. You, Kaylee. My best friend.” “Oh God! Fuck it hurts!” The dildo pushed into Kaylee, six inches, seven, eight. The pain and humiliation was intense, and the terror, at realizing Jen knew about Johnny, was only making it worse. She had let this machine take her virginity, and now it seemed she was going to let it impale her. “It’s a thirteen inch cock, Kaylee. I switched it out from the five incher that was on it when I came in here. It’s going to destroy your pussy. Johnny’s little six inch dick won’t even be able to feel the sides of your cunt when you give it up at prom.” Nine inches in and still going. The dildo was pressing against her cervix and now began to force its way in deeper. The pain was unbearable, she was stretched wide and deep. “Jen, please stop! I don’t want to go to prom with Johnny. I hate him!” Ten inches. “Oh, is that why you tongue fucked him! It that why you let him grope your fucking melons!” She tugged on the nipple clamps getting Kaylee to scream again. “Is that why you TOLD him he had to break up with me if he wanted to be with you?” “No! Jen, I’m sorry. He kissed me. I was just taken off guard!” Eleven inches of hard plastic cock in her tight body and Kaylee thought she might pass out. She couldn’t believe that Jen was doing this to her. Tears poured down her face. “That’s right, cry you little slut! Tiffany told me she saw you. You kissed him for like five minutes! You clung to him! You let him touch your precious tits! And after all your lectures on how I’m such a slut.” “No, it’s not like that. It was just an accident. I was confused. Please, stop this. Jen, please you’re my best friend.” “Fuck you, Melon! I’m not your goddamn friend. You’re a backstabbing little bitch and I’m going to enjoy destroying your fucking cunt.” With twelve inches of dildo buried inside of her, Kaylee was groaning and couldn’t say anything else. She hadn’t realized she was even able to take so much inside of her. The last inch pushed into her slowly and then the whole machine just stopped. Jen went back to the panel and pressed a few buttons. The dildo began to vibrate inside of her. Jen went to the wall and grabbed a little ribbed clip that she affixed to the dildo so it was pressing up against Kaylee’s clit. The vibrations were driving her crazy. “Don’t do that! Stop it, Jen! This is rape! Get this thing out of me!” “You know what? I’m sick of your lying bitch mouth!” Jen grabbed a harness from the wall, and stepped into it. Kaylee didn’t understand what was happening until Jen clipped an eight inch dildo onto the front of it. She had never even heard of strap-ons, but the purpose of it was self-evident. “Jen, please, we can talk about this. I don’t want Johnny, and you shouldn’t either.” “I love him, bitch! I let him cum in my mouth! And now, he’s telling me how he can’t stop thinking about your fucking tits.” “Please, Jen, please stop this!” The pleasure she was getting from the vibrator in her cunt was finding its way through the pain she was feeling in her nipples and cervix. Her clit was sending wave after wave of sensation through her. Kaylee had never had an orgasm and so she didn’t recognize that the feeling that was building up inside of her was going to be so intense. “Oh fuck, please make it st-“ When her mouth made an O in the word ‘stop’, Jen shoved the strap-on into her mouth. “Guess what, you judgmental little bitch, looks like you do suck dick after all! I just wish I could come down your pretty little throat.” Kaylee’s eyes were wide as Jen pushed inch after inch of the cock into her mouth, not stopping when she gagged. The head of the plastic cock entered her throat and Jen didn’t let up until the fake plastic balls were on Kaylee’s chin. She couldn’t breathe. “Oh my, Kaylee, you’re a natural cocksucker – deep throating it on the first try.” Kaylee really began to panic just as her body released her first orgasm. She was literally thrashing against her restraints, humiliated that she was somehow enjoying this torture, terrified that Jen was going to suffocate her to death, in the most pain she had ever endured. Jen pulled out of her throat, and she gasped for breath and screamed until Jen shoved the dick back into her mouth. Her mouth was fucked furiously for the next several minutes, as orgasm after orgasm coursed through her from the cock in her cunt. “Take it you fucking good for nothing cunt! Suck my dick, Kaylee! I’m going to tell everyone what a great little cocksucker you are – how you can take the whole thing into your throat. Every guy you know is going to try to get his cock in you. Course I’m going to tell them how stretched out and useless your pussy is now.” Kaylee couldn’t believe what was happening to her. Her body was completely betraying her as she came over and over and over. She wanted to die. Eventually, Jen got tired of fucking her throat. “Jen, please, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please stop raping me!” “Raping you? Kaylee, you are cumming almost constantly. Who cums when they’re being raped?” “I don’t want this! I’m saying NO!” “Your mouth says ‘no’ but your pussy is saying ‘yes’. But you know what, I’m sick of listening to you whine.” Jen grabbed a large red ball gag from the wall and affixed it around Kaylee’s head. She now could only moan into her gag. “You’re gonna love this next bit, Kaylee.” Kaylee watched on the monitor as Jen pulled some platforms out from the corners of the box near her feet. Jen stood on these platforms, straddling the evil fucking machine that was embedded in Kaylee’s cunt. To her horror, Kaylee watched Jen line up the strap-on with her asshole. “NNNNNNNNNUU!” Kaylee tried to protest, but the gag was effective. The dildo was only slickened with her own saliva, but Jen managed to get the tip inside her virgin asshole. She screamed silently into her gag as Jen slowly fucked into her. It was surreal feeling a cock in both her pussy and her asshole. And all the while her clit continued to shoot out multiple orgasms. Her whole body was drenched in sweat. “Oh yeah, I’ve got all of it in your ass! What a dirty slut you are, Kaylee. Taking a cock in your asshole and cunt and cumming because you love it!” Kaylee didn’t want to love it – in fact she hated it. She hated the humiliation and betrayal she felt. It was very painful – every part of her was sore. But the reality was that every little thing that Jen did to her made her cum again and again as long as that vibrating cock was inside of her. She had lost count of how many orgasms she had had. Finally, Jen tired of fucking her asshole and pulled out. She came back around to Kaylee’s face. Jen held the cock in one hand and put it up by Kaylee’s nose. She could smell her own shit on the strap-on and tried to pull away from it. “Now, Kaylee, I’m almost ready to stop torturing you. But first, I expect you to clean up my cock. When I take off your gag, I want you to stick your tongue out and lick this ass covered cock clean. If you don’t, I’m going to grab one of those whips and tan your ass until you beg me for the honor of cleaning my dick.” Kaylee shook her head ‘no’, but Jen just unfastened the gag and stuck the strap-on out for her. “Jen, please. Please don’t make me do this.” “Melon, I’m going to fucking hurt you bad if you don’t lick my cock right now!” Kaylee believed her, but she just couldn’t seem to find the nerve to do it. It was so disgusting. Jen got very cross. She went back to the wall again and picked up a large paddle with holes in it. WHACK! “HOLY FUCK! Jen, stop it!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Kaylee screamed as her ass turned bright red with white dots. Jen let her have it a dozen or so times until Kaylee started cumming again. “You are such a slut, Kaylee. You just don’t stop cumming.” “Please stop hitting me! Stop, please! Please, I’ll clean your cock! I’ll lick it! I promise!” Jen moved back to Kaylee’s face and she immediately stuck her tongue out and started licking the shit covered cock. “Tell me you love it. Tell me you love licking your shit off my cock.” “Jen, please. Haven’t I had enough?” “Do you need another spanking, bitch?” Kaylee cringed and kept licking, “MMMM. I love licking my shit off your cock. I love it.” Then she came again. “Well, Kaylee, it seems you are being very selfish. Not only did you steal my boyfriend, but we’ve been having sex for like an hour and you’re the only one who’s came. Before we finish up here, I want you to make me cum.” Jen slipped her bloomers off, and pulled the thong to the side. Kaylee could see her pussy was dripping wet. She couldn’t believe it, Jen was sexually excited by torturing her. She watched as her lifelong friend bent over at the waist and slowly backed up until her snatch was pressed against Kaylee’s mouth. “Jen, no!” Kaylee shut her mouth and tried to turn her head away. “Get your tongue in my cunt right this instant, Kaylee! Don’t make me whip you again!” Kaylee tentatively stuck out her tongue and tasted her best friend’s pussy. It was creamy and sticky, but it wasn’t foul. Jen began moaning as Kaylee lapped at her. “Oh that’s so good, Kaylee. Come on, slut, get your tongue inside me!” Jen forced her friend to lick her pussy and asshole for the next several minutes until finally she crested and had an intense orgasm, filling Kaylee’s mouth with her juices. “Now, will you please get this thing out of me and let me go.” Kaylee was completely sobbing now. “I’m almost done, you fucking bitch.” Jen retrieved another gag from the wall and put the ball into Kaylee’s mouth. She then insert a flexible tube into a hole running through the center of the gag. At the end of the tube she attached a large funnel. Kaylee thought she was beyond being horrified, but her eyes flew open wide again as Jen straddled the funnel and began to piss. “Mr. Johnson would be so proud of me, don’t you think? Putting knowledge into practice like this. Maybe I’ll show him the video.” The poor cheerleader’s mouth flooded with piss – Jen reached down and pinched her nose closed. “Swallow it, slut!” There was no other option, Kaylee had to swallow mouthful after mouthful of piss. Jen began putting things away, switching the funnel gag for a red ball gag again. Then she went back to the wall panel and tapped a few things. Kaylee hoped for a second that Jen was going to release her, but to her chagrin, the dildo inside of her began to fuck her – pulling out almost a full ten inches and then slamming back in. All she could do was grunt in pain as each push slammed into her cervix and caused her tits to bounce pulling against the clamps. Now Jen ignored Kaylee for several minutes while she was mercilessly fucked by the machine. She transferred all the video of their little encounter to an online server and deleted it all from the local server. Then she shut off the cameras. “Kaylee, I’m almost done here. Just be patient a little longer.” Kaylee was busy having yet another orgasm, her whole body twitching as the monster dildo ravaged her. Jen pulled out her cell phone and dialed Kaylee’s house. “Oh, hello Mrs. Stephens. Yes, it’s Jen. Kaylee’s phone died again – I told her to plug it in. I know. I know.” She held the phone away for a moment, “It’s your mom, Kaylee.” She smiled evilly. “Oh, okay. I’ll ask her. Sorry, Mrs. Stephens, Kaylee’s all tied up dealing with Mr. Peters’ baby. Anyway, Johnny and I broke up today and I was hoping you’d let Kaylee stay with me this weekend. Oh yeah, no problem. Yeah, she won’t need any clothes or anything. Toothbrush? Well, I’m sure there’s something around here we can use to clean her mouth out. Yeah, I know, I’m hysterical. Thanks, Mrs. Stephens. What? Oh, well, it seems he’s been cheating on me with some cheap little slut. Yeah. Okay, if I catch her I’ll slap her once for you. Bye.” Jen hung up her phone and then slapped Kaylee as hard as she could right across the face. “Your mom says hi, bitch! Well, Kaylee, it’s time to get home. There’s a lot of video to edit. I’m going to remove myself from all of it. If you go to the police, or try to tell our parents, I’ll send a copy to everyone you know. Everyone will see how easily you cum and how much you love licking shit off of cocks. But if you’re good, I’ll only show it to a few select people.” Kaylee was completely exhausted and although furious at Jen, she was just glad the ordeal was coming to an end. She just wanted to forget about the whole thing – she had no intention of telling anyone. Still the idea of spending the whole weekend with Jen after her rape seemed unthinkable. Did Jen really think they were going to still be friends after this? “Well, see ya at school. By the way, if you show up at cheer practice again or talk to any of our friends, I’ll show this video on the school TV network. Keep your distance.” Kaylee, her pussy still being pounded, watched as Jen walked out of the room. She poked her head back in for a moment, “Oh, don’t worry I’ll hang out until Mr. Peters get back. To make sure Elizabeth is safe. Oh, and I’ll let him know that your folks won’t be missing you until after school on Monday.” Jen left and a moment later the door slid shut and the lights all went out. The machine kept pumping away, occasionally bringing her to another orgasm. All she could do was wait for Mr. Peters to come home and find her. Would he let her go or continue her rape? It was only about forty-five minutes before she found out. -the end-

Uncut Jewels

Tina waited for Dale to open the door and then walked into his house, surveying everything around her. It was simply decorated in a wood theme with nice plush furniture to accent it. He shut the door and activated the exterior security system.

"Would you like to give me your coat?" asked Dale as he opened the closet door.

Tina smiled and slipped out of her overcoat and handed it to Dale, who hung it neatly in the closet. She strolled into the living area, her high heels clicking on the wood floor as Dale made his way around the room to turn on the soft lights. The house was a small and cozy ranch house, smaller than what she had expected from a man that made loads of money cutting precious stones for most of the area jewelry stores. But she wasn't here to critique the house for Better Homes and Gardens, her goal was all the uncut gems he stored in his workroom.

Through a few days and nights surveillance she had ascertained that he kept all of his stones in a dresser like safe in the workroom. The safe had a lock, as well as the door to the workroom. Both required separate keys, which Dale had on his body most of the time. Tina's plan was to "bump" into Dale at a music store, and hit it off, and then "bump" into him again at the Mall's food court. It worked and he asked her to sit with him. She agreed and based on her surveillance, talked about her interests, which was the same as his, gathered by observing him. They laughed and chatted a while then he asked her out on a date, which she shyly accepted. Since then, they have been dating for a couple weeks. It has gotten a little more serious over the last few days, with Tina dropping the appropriate hints that she wanted to take things a little further. Tonight was the first time he invited her into his house. After seeing his security measures a few weeks back, she figured it would be easier to seduce her way in.

She never had a problem getting attention. She was of medium height, and had an athletic build. She kept in shape to help accent her legs and ass, which she used to draw attention to herself. Her breasts were of moderate size, easily filling a C cup. She kept a nice tan, which set off her blue eyes and complimented her dark brown hair. Tina knew she had what it takes to get attention and always worked at making it easier. Tonight's outfit was used to get Dale's blood flowing. She had donned a dark gray blouse with a black above the knee skirt. She also wore a low cut vest, black as well, to accent her bust. All were rather tight and showed off her curves very well. She topped it off with black stockings and three and a half inch heels. The black lace thong back teddy was the only thing on underneath. Tina figured it would be more than enough.

Tina figured that if she was to go the distance and she had to sleep with him, it wouldn't be so bad. Dale was attractive in a mousy sort of way. He had sandy short hair and brown eyes. He was slender in frame and was at eye level with Tina while she was in her heels. Dale dressed casual, in dockers and a button down shirt. It looked natural on him. The odd thing was that Dale had not one speck of jewelry on. Tina thought it was weird that a man who cuts gems for jewelry doesn't wear any kind of it. Tina kept her jewelry simple, diamond stud earrings and a gold necklace.

Dale placed a CD in the player and hit the play button. Soft instrumental music filled the room. He turned to her and asked if she would like a glass of wine. Tina nodded her approval and Dale walked off to the kitchen. Tina took the time to walk over to the security system's command plate and study it, then moved from window to window, looking over the set-ups. Dale finally entered the room and placed two glasses of wine down on the coffee table in front of the couch. He smiled at her and then walked down the hall to his bedroom. Tina moved over to the couch and sat down, crossing her legs, and picked up a glass of wine. It smelled nice and went down smooth. She took a couple sips and awaited Dale's return.

Dale eventually came back in and set down beside her on the couch, picking up his glass of wine and sipping it. Tina had thought about getting him drunk and taking the stones when he passed out. He did drink quite a few at dinner, at least a few more than she had. She was glad that she had a few drinks herself, with the look in his eyes now, she might need the extra courage to release her inhibitions that came with alcohol. She took another drink and then smiled at him. Dale set his glass down and smiled back. He slowly leaned over to her and gently placed his hand on her knee. They both looked down at his hand, and then back up at each other.

"Is this what you want?" Dale asked.

Tina could only nod a yes. Dale began rubbing his hand across her stocking covered knee and a little ways up her thigh. Tina closed her eyes, it felt really good. She felt the heat begin to rise in her body, but wasn't quite sure if it was the alcohol, or her own sexual hunger that was responsible for it. She cupped her glass with both hands and leaned back against the couch. She felt Dale slide closer to her and start kissing her neck all the while rubbing her knee and thigh. She let a slight moan escape her lips. A good night of passion wouldn't be so bad if she could get out with the gems, eventually. If Dale was like most men, it was only a matter of time before they bedded down and he fell asleep.

"Do you want to continue?" asked Dale. He nibbled on her ear for a persuaded response. Tina moaned out a soft, "Yes," in reply. Dale sat up and took Tina's wine glass away from her and set it on the table. He looked her over and then kissed her fully on the lips. Tina clasped her hands in her lap and searched for the insides of his mouth while his lips were pressed to hers. Dale sighed and sat back. This wasn't normal, Tina thought, and opened her eyes to look at him.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Well, I need to get something straight before we continue." Dale replied, looking a tad bit sheepish. Tina was wondering if he was going to say something about it being too soon, or might ask her if she was here because he was wealthy. She was quickly thinking up responses to any possible question he could ask.

She smiled at him. "Go on, honey. I'm listening"

"I do want to continue this, but I need to let you know that I'm kinda into unorthodox things, stuff you might consider kinky. I have been into it for so long that straight sex just doesn't excite me anymore."

Tina was not expecting this from Dale and it surprised her a little. Something inside her pushed her to go along with what ever he had in mind, as long as one question was answered first. "Will it be painful?" she asked after he trailed off.

Dales eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, no, no. Nothing like that. It's soft and consensual."

Tina gave him a very playful smile and said, "Then do to me what ever you want to do."

Dale looked at her for a few seconds and then asked, "Are you sure?"

She smiled again. "Yes, I'm sure."

"Ok, then." Dale said as he reached into his back pocket. "Close your eyes and face away from me."

Tina turned so her back was to him and closed her eyes as instructed. A few seconds later she felt the silky material of a scarf slide across her eyes and then tighten around her head as Dale knotted it off in back. She moaned slightly, to encourage him to continue. This blindfold idea wasn't new to her. She has had it done to her a few times, and those times were kind of erotic.

"Now sit still and don't move." Dale instructed as he got up off the couch and made his way back to the bedroom. Tina did as she was told and didn't move much. She sat still and listened to the music. It had a nice flowing sound to it, really relaxing. A few seconds later Dale returned. He set something down on the table and then sat back down next to her. Dale placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly messaged them. This helped Tina relax. She moaned softly, a moan that indicated that she enjoyed this treatment. Dale kept this up for a while longer, working only her shoulders and neck.

Tina felt so relaxed from the message that she hardly noticed Dale slide his hands down her arms and gently grasp her wrists. He pulled both of them gently behind her back and crossed them, holding them in place with one hand. Tina was wondering where this was leading to. She had her answer soon enough as Dale wrapped a soft nylon rope around her wrists four or five times and then tightened it down before knotting it off. This did surprise Tina a bit. She would have never expected this kind of foreplay from Dale. Once he let go of her wrists, she quickly pulled at her bonds. They seemed to hold her wrist in place. Well, getting past him to the gems just became a little tougher.

Dale slipped off the couch and knelt on the floor by Tina's legs. He uncrossed them at the knees and crossed them at the ankles. He reached up to her calf muscles and began to kneed them. Tina leaned back against the couch again and moaned a little more. The heels made her calves just a tad bit tight, and this was just what she needed. Dale kept this up for a while, like he did with her shoulders. At this point, Tina didn't care, he could keep the messaging up all night long if he wanted to. Then she felt the ropes pass around her ankles a few times and tighten up as Dale tied the knot to hold them in place. He also pushed her knees together and looped rope around her legs above the knees, just below the hem-line of her skirt. It was knotted off and the loose ends tucked in. She could not separate her legs, which she tried a couple times.

Tina was wondering what kind of sexual situation could be achieved with her knees bound. She was about to tell Dale to stop and let her go, this was making her uncomfortable, which it wasn't in reality. Tina had a boyfriend tie her up a few times and then just had sex with her, but not someone like Dale that made it a sensual part of foreplay. Besides, she told herself, if you stop this, it may be a long time before you get this close to him and your prize. The last thing you want him to do right now is to alienate you. She licked her lips and waited for his next move.

"Open your mouth a little bit." Dale said. When Tina complied, he put her wine glass to her lips and tilted it slightly. Tina let the sweet liquid pour into her mouth and then drank what was given to her. Dale took the glass away and replaced it with his lips. The kiss was long and aggressive. Tina returned the aggression with some of her own. "Is everything ok, so far?" he asked.

She whispered a seductive, "Yes."

Dale got up on the couch and straddled Tina's legs, facing her. "I want you completely helpless," he said. "I want to have my way with you before we actually partake in sex. I will let you know now that I will be using protection. If everything goes right, it will be a long, eventful, but fulfilling night. Are you ready for what I have to offer?"

Tina whispered another seductive, "Yes," figuring that he was eluding to oral sex. So when Dale told her to open wide, Tina did figuring he was going to place his cock into her mouth. Instead she felt a good sized rubber ball pass between her lips and teeth, to be seated snugly in her mouth. Dale gently forced her head down to her chest as he pulled her hair out from under the straps and then tightened the straps and buckled it in place. She could hardly move her jaw and lips, effectively being gagged. She was not prepared for this. Tina tried to say something but the ball gag kept her words garbled and quiet.

Dale got up off Tina and picked up her legs, bringing them up to rest on the couch, causing her back and arms to lean up against the plush armrest. He picked her up under her thighs and back and moved her away from the armrest, then laid her back down so her head was resting where her back was a second before. Dale unbuttoned her vest and let the material fall to the sides. He moved up her body and began kissing Tina around her neck and collar bone. As he kept kissing her in that area, his hands were slowly unbuttoning her blouse, pulling the material off to the sides and exposing her teddy covered breasts. Tina didn't struggle up to this point, instead she moaned softly into her gag and felt her sexual temperature rise. Once her breasts were uncovered, it was obvious that she was getting hot by the little mounds her nipples formed with the lacy material of her teddy. Dale pulled the blouse out from her skirt and let both halves fall to the sides. He looked her body over from her skirt up to her neckline.

"Very nice." Dale commented as he ran a finger down the middle of her body from her chin to her naval. Tina tensed a little as his finger made its way between her breasts. Dale moved his finger up to her breasts and began tracing circles around each one, then moved his finger to trace small circles around each nipple. This only made her nipples harder and Tina could feel the tingling building up within her. She arched her back just slightly to thrust up her breasts, and bit down on the ball just a tad. She felt both of his hands cover her breasts and begin to kneed them like he did her calves. Occasionally Dale would roll her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. This was making Tina exited and for the first time she began to twist a little in her bonds. Dale kept up the fondling and rubbing of her breasts for quite a while. When he finally released them, Tina was breathing faster and lightly pulling at her ropes.

Dale slid his hands from her breasts down to her hips, then placed a hand on her pelvis closest to him and pushed up, rolling Tina onto her side, facing away from him. He reached for the zipper on her backside and slowly pulled it down. He pulled the material as far down her legs as he could get it, and then let her roll back onto her back and arms. From there Dale pulled the skirt off her hips and down her legs until it was finally off. He looked back at the narrow piece of cloth the fed it's way between her legs and smiled to himself. The teddy was very revealing. Dale also noticed that the stockings were stay ups, and did not require garters. He really liked what he saw.

Dale placed his lips on the exposed flesh of Tina's thigh and began to kiss it. He moved all around where there was no cloth covering her skin and kissed it gently. Every now and then he would stop to blow a long, steady breath of air onto her mound. Each time he did it, Tina would mew into her gag and rock her hips from side to side. Dale continued the kissing and blowing, while his hands messaged the stocking covered thighs. Tina was definitely enjoying this, he saw. Her mouth was clamped down on the gag and her nipples were standing like two towers under her teddy. He liked the way the black accented her tan body, and the white ropes made a nice contrast.

Dale quickly unbuttoned his own shirt and pulled it off, laying it on the coffee table next to his little bag of gear. He moved to her bound ankles and slowly moved his hands up her legs to the tops of her stockings. He drug them over her exposed flesh and stopped when he reached the material of her teddy. Dale took a finger and slipped it between her bound legs, pressing firmly against her pussy. It was very moist there. Tina gasped into her gag and began rocking her hips in little circles. Dale wiggled his finger and she gasped again, the circles getting a little bigger and trying to force her groin onto his finger. Dale let her have her fun and pressed up against her pussy, occasionally wiggling his finger. Her little mews had turned into breathy grunts as she worked herself against his finger. Tina's hips began to move faster and soon she had redirected the hip circles into quick minute bucks. Dale sat back and watched her little show while finger stroking her covered, wet lips.

The orgasm came quicker than Tina expected. It surprised her so fast that she sat up straight, forcing Dale's finger out from between her legs. She couldn't release like she normally did and found herself struggling like crazy against her bonds. She was twisting in her restraints, screaming into her gag as the orgasm coursed through her. When it finally passed, Tina slumped back into her relaxed position, spent and not willing to struggle. Dale let Tina rest as he undid his pants and removed them. He enjoyed her little show immensely. She wasn't moving, just panting hard into the gag.

Dale eventually helped Tina up into a sitting position, with her back against the backrest and her feet on the floor. He untied her knees and spread her legs at the knees. He then cupped his hands under her cheeks and drug her bottom forward a little bit, so she was sitting in a slouched position. Dale knelt down in front of her and placed his body between her spread knees. He hooked his fingers under the material of the teddy just above her mound. Dale slowly slid his fingers down to her pussy, pulling the cloth away from her skin as he moved his hands. Eventually he came to what he had hoped was there, a snap crotch to her teddy. Dale undid the snaps and flipped the fabric up onto her abdomen. He placed each hand on the tops of her stockings and pushed her legs further apart.

Tina was still a little light headed from the first orgasm to fight him in any way as he set her up for more pleasure. She hoped that he would finish her off quickly, get his rocks off, and let her go. She did notice that during her struggle through the first orgasm that the ropes did not budge and kept her well bound. Dale lowered his head to her groin, and once again she could feel his breath on her thighs. But Dale didn't stop there, and she soon found his mouth on her exterior folds, with his tongue probing deep into her crevice. The first orgasm left her very sensitive, and the intrusion with his tongue caused Tina to jerk a bit and gasp into her gag. She bit down on it and tried to wiggle away, but Dale's hands had a hold of her thighs and pulled her into him. The tingling sensation swept through her body and again Tina found herself fighting the ropes that held her wrists together behind her back.

Dale munched and probed like a man possessed, sucking in her flesh and nibbling on it before releasing it and going for more. Tina tried to fight him by rocking from side to side, Dale held her down and kept up the assault on her sensitive pussy. Tina screamed into her gag and fought the ropes fiercely as the second orgasm washed through her. She closed her knees hard on Dale and he sat back, letting her clamp her legs together as she fought her restraints and harbored another climax. He could see her teeth making little dents on the ball's surface and figured it was time to end it.

He only let her recover a short time, long enough to get his underwear off, put a condom on, and position himself back in front of her. Tina was breathing hard and gulping down saliva that was building in her mouth, rather than let it drool over her chin and onto her chest. Dale picked up her ankles and raised them over his head, spreading her legs at the knees again and bringing them back down around him. When her bound ankles came to rest on his hips, she was positioned just right to be impaled, and Dale slid in without any resistance. She was well lubed from her prior orgasms and Dale pumped at a gradual pace, his erection feeling like it would split the skin open if it could. It only took a little while and Tina was again active and struggling. Her legs clamped on his sides and she was now whining into her gag. Dale looked at her body, it was covered in a light sheen of perspiration.

Dale kept up his rhythmic cycle and Tina was once again going nuts. She tried to plead for him to stop, but the gag only muffled her protests. It felt like she was going to explode. She began to shake her head, hoping that she meant no, but he was either oblivious to her or didn't care. Dale moved his hands from her hips up to her breasts and began to playfully pinch and pull her nipples through the material of her teddy. This sent little sparks of pain and pleasure through her body. Tina began jerking her body and yelping into her gag as each spark shot through her. Her body welled up for an explosion and she tried to stop it, but Dale had increased his pace instead of slow it.

Her next orgasm hit her like a truck. Dale had to place his hands back on her hips, just to keep himself in. Tina fought the ropes for a long time and cried out into her gag, loud enough that it amazed Dale that she could reach that level of loudness. She sat up quickly and actually ran into his chest. It was indeed a powerful orgasm. A few seconds later, Dale had his orgasm and shot his load into the condom. He relaxed a few seconds, enjoying the events that led up to his own orgasm, and then pulled out and stood up. He pulled off the condom and stepped out of her legs. Tina was not moving, just breathing hard, and looked like a rag doll that had been thrown onto the couch. Dale leaned down and found the thong back and pulled it out, attaching the slender front to it and settling it back in place, covering her pussy.

Dale picked Tina up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, where he laid her down on the bed and pulled off her heels. Dale made sure that she was laying on her side with her head resting on a pillow. He pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and went back out into the main room to retrieve his bag of goodies.

When he returned, he set the bag by the nightstand, crawled into bed with Tina, and pulled the sheets up over them. He positioned himself right up against her backside and wrapped his arms around her. Tina was wondering when he was going to let her go, and fell asleep trying to guess when she would be freed.

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