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1
I was sitting at the typer, trying to filter the streams of shit flowing through my brain into something pure and true and simple. Ya right. “Fuck writing, fuck writing, fuck writers, fuck writing, I should just write obnoxious sex stories,” I mumbled to myself, frozen and dumb, and then the phone rang. “Truth or Sex, no contest, no shit, this had better be a female,” I said, picking up the phone.
“Hello,” I asked, hopeful but cool.
“Hello?! Lance?” Her voice was semi loud, dangerously close to the over-eager bimbo's voice.
“Who's Lance?” I asked, befuddled. Hold on a second, buddy, you're Lance, you have been for a while now. “Ya, Lance. Who's this? State your business.”
“It's Ashley.”
“Oh?...What do you want?”
“Well, I was just wondering what you were doing, if you wanted to do something, I don't know.”
“Like what?” I asked, a testiness in my voice. Everyone's always waiting around for me to take control of the situation. I don't want to anymore. I want to sit back forever. I want to fall asleep and let the hands of beautiful slave girls carry me to victory and glory and the Kingdom of Got.
“I don't know...um....we could...,” she faltered.
“You want to get raped again? Look, you called me. Figure it out.”
“Well, we could go out to eat and to a movie or something,” she suggested, a little hesitantly, but mostly she was too dumb to know hesitation, or at least that's what she put on.
“Like a date?” I responded. “ Ya right..I'm sorry, but I've made it pretty clear I wouldn't go on a date with you. Cut the shit,” I said.
“Okay. Well, um, what would you want to do?” she asked, insecure and dumb and Ashley , the girl with the rape fantasy and the thick thighs and the pouty lips. I thought about her thick thighs over there on the other side of the line. I thought about the way the back of her throat felt against my cockhead. I thought about the obscene stories I'd been reading on the internet about teen-age girls tying each other up. Well, reluctant or not, Lance always has a plan.
“Just come over. Right now. Come over. You know where I live?” I asked her.
“Ya. I think so.”
“Come over.”
“Alright, I'm leaving right now.”
Fast forward 15 minutes. The doorbell rings. I'm wearing a wife beater and boxer shorts, crazy and ready to ravage this helpless little animal. I don't mean ready to rip her clothes off right away and penetrate her. I just want to play around with this thing, this Ashley with her ass and her mouth and her pussy.
I look in the hallway mirror on my way to the door and admire all the definition of my physique. Maybe I'm a narcissist, maybe I'm vain, or maybe where there's a little appreciation to be had I'm just not afraid of having it. I look good, little darlings. Come and get some, I'm sex obsessed, absolutely.
I open the door. She's wearing a tight pink sweater, tight jeans and adidas. Her bust is big, real big, I'm guessing in the upper C's. With her sweater so tight her bust hangs nicely over her flat stomach. She's wearing a little make-up and her face is very tan. She's obviously been spending time at the tanning booth. It was coming close to that fake orange tan worn by the insecure girls waiting around for their first true love to knock out of nowhere.
“Hey, Lance,” she says, beginning to step inside. I put my finger to her chest, just above her breasts, and push her back, gently, before she can make it inside. I don't have to be forceful, she responds, pauses in my doorway. The sweater feels soft.
“Did you ever get off at that party? How was it? Sorry I couldn't stick around to help you out, but I was a raving drunk lunatic and I felt like being an asshole. You tend to bring that out in me. Anyhow, before I'm going to allow you in, I want you wearing more skin. I want to see more of that tan. Come back in something a lot more revealing. A lot more revealing. If it's not good enough I'll send you back a second time,” I tell her. She's nonplussed. I shut the door on her. She'll come back.
I go to put on some jeans and on my way upstairs I spot a cardinal out of my back window. I watch it for a while. I think of how the mating ritual of the cardinal is so much simpler, so straightforward and free of all the extraneous bullshit. If cardinals rape other cardinals—and I don't know if they do, I'm not Jack Hanna, but say they do--it's probably not a traumatic, depraved, god-forsaken thing. It's not followed by jail time for the criminal and therapy for the female. After the bird gets it out of his system, he flies away and looks for some grub. No worries. That's just the way it goes. Sex is always there, sometimes it reveals itself, and then it's over. The female probably forgets about it too, looks for some grub herself. Ah well , she thinks, my hole was stuffed a minute, now it's not. It aches a little, but I don't care, I just want some good bird seed . Maybe later, if another, more dashing young cardinal doesn't come around, she'll be willing for the bird-rapist this time. Not that I'm advocating a lax approach to rape here, or suggesting that women are melodramatic when they get raped —Hey! Rapists reading perv stories! Don't rape! It's very bad! Serious!--I just envy the animal's easygoing way with sex.
Well, I had to think about something on my way up the stairs. The mating ritual of the cardinal is there, too.
Anyhow, fast forward 20 minutes. Looking dashing in my jeans and my wife beater, I hear the doorbell ringing again.
A fine sight is waiting behind the door. This time Ashley's wearing tight little red cotton shorts. Her legs are as tan as her face. The shorts end just beneath her butt's crease. Her crotch suggests itself. Her upper body is encased in a tight white cotton t-shirt. Her bust hangs over the flatness of her stomach even better than in the sweater. Her shirt ripples over her stomach, bunching up a little and showing some tan stomach skin just above her shorts. Her hair is in a ponytail. Her feet wear flip-flops. The tips of her toenails and fingernails are painted white.
“This is how I like you,” I say, gently pulling her inside by her upper arms and letting her walk up ahead of me. I want to walk behind her like I did last time, so I can look at her ass in her little shorts. While she walks up the stairs to my living room her flip-flops make the flipping and flopping sound. It's all very cute.
When she makes it into my living room she stops by the couch, kicks up her heel idly, runs her hand through her pony tail and then puts a piece of gum into her mouth. I just watch her, waiting to see what she'll do. I feel like a predator, I feel gross feeling like a predator, but feeling her mouth around my cock feels too right for it to matter. She looks back at me and smiles. A voice tells me, look at her, she's idiocy, warm pussy, and a few cute habits in between sex, cute habits merely there to take up intermediate space. The rest is blarney.
“Sit down,” I tell her. She sits on my couch, leans back and rests her hands on her knees. I walk over to her, hover above her, grab her right leg under the knee and lift it over her left. “I like your legs crossed,” I instruct, dragging my finger across her upper thigh a little, tracing it down to her knee. Her leg starts kicking. “That's good,” I say, “Kick your leg like that.” The kick picks up a little vivacity. “Stay here, blow some bubbles with your gum. I'll be back when I'm ready for you,” I tell her. “Okay,” she replies, meekly but contentedly.
Upstairs in my room, with my door shut so Ashley can't hear me, I flip a quarter in the air while calling Lane. Let me tell you about Lane. Most importantly, she can be a bit of a bitch. If she thinks somebody has crossed her, she won't hesitate to get her revenge. You know what, she's ridiculously a bitch. She's a caricature of a bitch. A demon flew up her ass and it still hasn't decided to come out yet. By now, none of us are any longer waiting for it to come out. Not only is she a major bitch, she's a very attractive major bitch. The deadliest combination. She's a classic beauty, with brown hair, piercing eyes, the bitch's haughtiness, the bitch's assertiveness. A good body, of course. She wanted me because I was the only one she might not be able to get. Because I'm aloof and crazy and indifferent and disinterested and irreverent and all sorts of wild stupid shit....So, liking me and all, when I didn't pay Lane any mind at the party but instead fucked Ashley, it pissed Lane off. A lot. Ashley was immediately put on Lane's shitlist. Before Ashley would have been on her “I don't even notice that you exist” list, but now she was on her shitlist. I don't care for any of the cliquey snobbish bullshit, but these girls are all so alluring, I don't notice it, don't care one way or the other.
“Hello?” Lane answers.
“Lane, are you busy?” I ask.
“Lance? What's up?”
“You're not doing anything important are you?”
“No, why?”
“Ashley's at my house...”
“Why do I want to hear about this?”
“Just listen. She's a clingy bitch, won't leave me alone. When I fucked her at that party, I was real drunk, hardly knew what I was doing, was on auto get-nearest-available-sex pilot. I might be able to see myself with you, okay, but not her. She's a nuisance. So, why don't you come over and help me show her where she stands?”
“What did you have in mind?” she asks, obviously elated.
“I don't know. Just come over. When you get here, just act like you were stopping by.”
“Nikki and Kaitlyn are with me. I'm bringing them with.”
“Sure,” I say, and hang up. I'm happy to have Nikki and Kaitlyn around. Good looking girls flock together. These girls are also hot. Especially Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn I want. I doubt Nikki and Kaitlyn think much of Ashley, so they won't object to Lane's revenge. They might not be bitches like Lane, but nobody's all that friendly.
Coming back downstairs, Ashley stares blankly out the window. I walk up behind her, grab her by the hand, spin her around and look her over. I grab her ass cheeks and pull her crotch against mine. “Sit down again, like I told you to,” I tell her, guiding her by her ass to the couch. I lift her left leg over her right and she kicks her ankle. I cradle her face with my hand and say, “Stay here. I'll attend to you when I'm ready. Right now I'm busy.”
“What are we going to do?” she asks.
“We aren't going to do, I'm going to do. You. But I'm not ready, so you're going to wait. You'll be sitting right there when I'm ready to fuck you.”
“Okay. Can I have something to drink while I wait?” she asks.
“If it's alcohol. Hold on a second.” I mix her a rum and coke and then leave her. She'll be more pleasant if she's drunk and stupider than she already is.
I go out to my garage and sit on my lawnchair in the driveway. I smoke a cigarette and wait for the girls to come. It doesn't take them long. Thank god for the summer, the heat, it gives them all the excuse they need to dress like sluts. Halter tops, short shorts, sandals, bare feet.
“Where is she?” Lane asks.
“Inside. She's not going anywhere.”
“How are you doing Lance?” Kaitlyn asks me.
“I don't know. Do you girls know what you're going to do to her?” I question.
“Well,” Lane says, “something mean.”
“Right,” I say, “creative. Come here.”
I show them a giant roll of white athletic tape. I tell them to do a ridiculous job taping her up. After that, I say, she'll be helpless, so you can do whatever you need to do to her.
2
Sitting in my living room, we're all drinking rum and acting merry. Ashley is startled. She doesn't know my friends very well but they're pretending to be friendly with her. She doesn't say much. She's embarrassed about her slutty clothes. Mostly Me Lane Kaitlyn and Nikki talk. I flirt with them blatantly. Once in a while we make a pathetic attempt to include Ashley in our conversation. They usually sneer at her responses. I'm just enjoying watching the predators fiddle around with the prey. And Ashley's obliviousness is cute to a maniac.
After a while I have to piss. Over the sound of the piss hitting the toilet, I think I hear the sound of tape unraveling. Apparently they were sick of waiting. Walking back downstairs, I see Nikki has her hand over Ashley's mouth and is pinning her arms together behind her back. Ashley watches me walking down the stairs, her eyes looking shook and betrayed over Nikki's hand. Kaitlyn sits on Ashley's upper legs and Lane tapes her ankles together. Ashley squirms around and moans through Nikki's hand. Obscene stories about teenage girls tying each other up are much better when experienced in person. It's great when a plan actually works. Especially a plan involving hardbody teenage girls tying each other up.
“Ooooh, be quiet,” Nikki tells her, “We're not going to hurt you.”
The tape job around the ankles is tight and thorough, going up her calves about half way to her knee. Her sandles have fallen off and lay on the carpet. Lane moves on to Ashley's thighs, taping them together so tight that the taped skin is significantly depressed, making a big groove in her legs, her tan skin jutting out above and below the tape. It's all very violent and serious and sends a generous amount of blood into my cock. I sit down on the couch, light a cigarette and watch. Ashley's eyes start to tear a little.
With her legs taped up they flip her over onto her stomach and tape her wrists together behind her back. They aren't gentle, either. As her body hits the floor, with a thud and a grunt, Ashley can't hold her crying back any longer and begins sobbing. In between sobs she chokes out, “Why are you doing this? Please. I don't know why you're doing this but can you please still just let me go.” Typical response from a bondage victim. “What, we would let you go if you did know why we were doing it?” Kaitlyn asks her. Not bad, Kaitlyn. Lane doesn't have any sympathy for it either. With Ashley's wrists taped up to the elbow, Lane flips her onto her back, slaps her and tells her to shut the fuck up. As Lane goes to wrap the tape around Ashley's mouth, Kaitlyn says, “Hold on a second. Shove this in her mouth first,” and unzips one of the pillows for my couch. She rips out a huge wad of stuffing and hands it to Lane. I like Kaitlyn. Lane stuffs it in, gluts her mouth with it and wraps the tape all the way around her head, excessively. Apparently she's enjoying herself, because she wraps it around her head a shitload of times, way more than she has to, and tight enough so that a groove similar to the one on her thighs is made on her cheeks. Lastly, they wrap the tape around Ashley's torso a bunch of times, around her stomach, above and below her tits, and once right over the middle of her tits, across her nipples.
These sexy ass girls are giggling, having a merry time. People are cruel. In this case I don't mind. Ashley isn't doing anything, she's tied up, and it's perfect. She's finally doing perfect when she can't do anything. Everyone in the room agrees except maybe her.
Nikki sits behind Ashley with Ashley's head in her lap and Kaitlyn kneels on the ground next to her, one hand resting on her thigh. Lane stands above her and says, “Look at her. She's pathetic. Do you know why we're doing this to you? It doesn't matter. You're obviously a dumb whore. We'll do with you however we feel like.”
Kaitlyn, squeezing Ashley's thigh a little, says, “She almost looks sort of cute. What should we do with her?”
“She looks like trash,” Lane replies. Nikki, with Ashley's head still cradled in her lap, just holds her head in her hands and shakes it back and forth a little bit, playing with it as if it were the head of a stuffed animal or a toy. She laughs and smiles, amused. Then she gets the tape from Lane and wraps it around Ashley's head, over her eyes.
“Let's just throw her in the closet and keep drinking,” Nikki suggests. Ashley moans. She doesn't know what the hell has happened.
They throw her in the entry-way closet with our shoes. When they come back, Lane grabs her drink and sits on my lap and kisses me. I have a tremendous hard-on from watching them deal with Ashley. “Ooooh, you're excited,” Lane teases, and then she whispers in my ear, “You don't want to sleep alone tonight, do you?” I bring her ear to my mouth, nibble on her earlobe and whisper, “In a while I'll take you upstairs and fuck the shit out of you.”
3
All of us drunken and playful and stupid, I decided it would be fun to show Lane Nikki and Kaitlyn the nasty videos I had downloaded onto my computer. I'm not talking pornos here, I'm talking faces of death type shit.
“Eeeeeeeeeew! I can't look at that. That's nasty.”
“You gotta see this one. Just look at this one. As soon as his finger even begins to pull there's a wave of blood all over the wall.”
“You're nasty!”
“Come on, it's not like I'm beating off to this stuff. I'm horrified too, but that doesn't mean I'm not intrigued. Just watch.”
But then I heard desperate grunting behind the noise of the video.
“You hear that? It's Ashley. You better go make sure she isn't dying or anything.” I told them.
“That little shit,” Lane said as she walked to the closet.
After a minute the three of them came back carrying Ashley. Her gag was off but she wasn't using the opportunity to speak. She had admitted defeat by now. A few hours in the closet did her in. She was limp and beat.
“She's gotta piss really bad, and she didn't want to go on our shoes,” Nikki said, “How considerate of her. But we're not going to let her use this as an excuse for being let go.”
They carried her through the walk-out into my backyard. I followed them. They set her down on the grass.
“Hey! You already got a wet spot on your crotch! Did you already piss a little, on our shoes?!” Kaitlyn asked Ashley.
“No...well...just a little bit, but I caught it, none got on your shoes.”
“Hey, wait a minute,” Kaitlyn continued, dabbing with her fingers at the wet spot on Ashley's red cotton shorts and then smelling them, “this isn't even piss. This is pussy juice.”
Nikki burst out laughing. Lane said, “Jesus Christ! I knew you were a dumb slut. That's self-evident. Everybody who knows you knows it's your category. But this is even beyond being a slut. What the hell's wrong with you?”
I adjusted my boner in my jeans and kneeled down next to Ashley. I rubbed my hand over her crotch and put my fingers in her mouth. Her body stiffened. “What a fucking whore,” I said. “Earlier she was trying to get me to go on a date with her,” and then Lane grabbed me away from her. “Relax,” I told her, “I'm just playing with her a little.”
Lane looked down at Ashley and said, “If you have to pee, go ahead and pee. This is as good as it gets.”
“At least don't watch me. I can't do it if you watch me.” Ashley begged, but Kaitlyn didn't like Ashley talking or making any requests, so she taped her mouth shut again. She still had the tape over her eyes, so we couldn't tell if she was crying or not. She looked appropriate with her face negated. Kaitlyn told her that we weren't going to go away until she peed, so she might as well get it over with and do it.
We waited. Nothing happened. Kaitlyn kicked her in the side. Nothing happened. “Hurry up!” Lane yelled at her, “so I can go inside and FUCK LANCE'S BRAINS OUT.”
And then the small pussy juice wet spot became a much larger piss wet spot. Her red shorts were piss drenched. Rum and coke. At least now she had an excuse to be wet.
We carried her inside and threw her in the bathtub so she could be washed off. Lane ran the shower pretty cold. We left her shivering and soaking.
Kaitlyn and Nikki slept downstairs. Lane and I fucked like crazy in my bed. All the libido that built up in me while watching them manhandle Ashley was purged into Lane's sweet pussy. Ashley was in the bathroom connected to my room, so Lane made her moaning extra loud to try and make her jealous. I fell asleep naked and sweaty with Lane in my arms. Ashley fell asleep—or maybe she never did—with a probably wet pussy in my bathtub.
4
The next morning Lane had to leave early for work. Before they left, Kaitlyn caught a moment with me alone in the kitchen and said, “Lance, don't tell Nikki and Lane, but I really like playing with Ashley. I know you really like it too, so later, after I run a few errands, I was thinking I could come back over. I don't think Lane and Nikki would be interested. So this is just between us. Are you going to keep her for a while?”
“Shit, I don't know. I thought she was yours. I have to do a few things too, so I'll leave my front door open. You can come in whenever and do whatever you like to her.”
“Whatever I like?” she asked, smiling.
“Well, I wouldn't worry about getting in trouble for violating her. She might not like it, she might resent it a little, but mostly she'll be too turned on to complain, trust me. She's putty. I even raped her once. Sorta. She never complained then.”
“Alright. I'll come over this afternoon.”
5
After they left I went and checked on Ashley. Lane and Nikki seemed to have forgotten all about her. She was still sitting in the bathtub, motionless, with the white athletic tape still covering her face.
I ripped the tape off her mouth and eyes. She seemed very shook, sad and tired. I lifted her up and set her down on my lap on the bathroom floor. I put my finger over her pouty lips and she said, “Please. No more, Lance. My arms hurt.”
I ran my hand through her hair. “You'll be alright. I'll get you out of this. You promise to be a good girl, though? You obviously didn't have too terrible of a time,” I said, rubbing her cunt through her shorts. She tried to hump my hand. Who knows how horny she'd been.
“I'll be good. But my muscles can't take this any longer.”
I got the handcuffs from my dresser and carried her downstairs into my kitchen. After I untaped her I handcuffed her hands around the leg to my kitchen table.
“I'm keeping you like this just to make sure you don't run out of here screaming bloody murder. But I don't really have to worry about that, do I? You like it here, don't you?”
“Lance, I'm embarrassed, but I have to ask you, would you please fuck me like you were going to? I can't take it anymore. I was....,” she paused, she seemed ashamed.
“What?” I pressed her.
“Aren't you going to fuck me? I was hoping for it all night.”
“I don't have to worry about you getting me in trouble. You want some water and something to eat?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, but I'm not letting you go, so you're going to have to eat it off the floor. I'm not keeping you handcuffed because I think you'll run away. I think you'll want to stay here at least until I feed your hungry pussy. I just like you better that way. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“And don't sit and talk to me. I like you when you just sit there. When you talk I get turned off. So if you want me to play with that body of yours, don't speak. When you're done eating I'm going to gag you again, just to be sure. Plus I like your face better when it's gagged.”
“I understand,” she said, and as she said it she got on her knees and lifted her ass up in the air, like I was going to fuck her from behind right there. She wiggled it around like she needed it stuffed next thing. “When are you going to fuck me?” she asked.
“I'll fuck you when I fuck you. Jesus Fuck you get horny. You gotta learn to control that. It's annoying. No more talking.”
I put a bowl of oatmeal on the floor and a bowl of water. She lapped it up like a dog. When she was finished there was oatmeal all over her cheeks.
“That's revolting,” I told her, “I'm going to uncuff you and let you take a shower. Let me get these pissy shorts off of you.” I left her handcuffed while I peeled her shorts off. They were wet again. Pussy juice again. Her thong was drenched in the stuff. Wet then dry then wet then dry. After I took her thong off I saw that her pussy was open and leaking. It was shaved entirely. I spread it with my fingers a little, inspected it. It was very lonely. I uncuffed her. She took her shirt and bra off and left them with me. She went upstairs and got in the shower while I threw her clothes in the trash and called Mellissa. If you don't remember, Mellissa is Ashley's friend who told me about Ashley's rape fantasy and ditched me at a party for her angry oaf boyfriend.
“Hello?” She answered.
“Mellissa.”
“Lance? You're talking to me again?”
“Looks like it. How's your angry oaf boyfriend who can't fuck you as good as I can?”
“At first he was mad at me when he found out I'd fucked you. Then he realized he didn't have any other prospects, and the dork is so afraid of being left alone he thought he'd better overlook it, so he told me to forget it, he was sorry about being so mad and he understood that people make mistakes. Seeing him crawling back to me like that, I thought it was pathetic, so I dumped him. Now I won't have to leave you to the wolves, as you put it, at any parties.”
“Ya, good. Listen, I need a favor. Ashley's here. She pissed all over her clothes, so now she doesn't have anything she can wear, cause I don't have any female clothes here, not since I gave up crossdressing. So I need you to bring some clothes over for her. If she's walking around naked she's going to leak pussy juice all over my carpet.”
“What?! Wait a minute....Ashley pissed all over herself, you used to be a crossdresser, and she's leaking pussy juice all over? Slow down.”
“Do you have any really slutty clothes? Or does she? Go to her house and get some. I mean I want these clothes to be fucking obscene. Something a stripper would wear just before stripping. Or like a halloween costume. You got any halloween costumes laying around? I know you girls all use halloween as an excuse to dress like total sluts. It's the one day of the year where you all decide you won't pounce on each other or call each other sluts for dressing slutty. You know what this tells us guys, who notice that as soon as it's become acceptable to look like a tramp, you all look like tramps? It tells us that you all always want to look like tramps, you just don't because the other girls will get mad at you for breaking the rules and cheating your way to victory in the universal competition to attract men. This is a total shame and a waste of tits and asses and legs all over the world that aren't doing anybody any good covered up by baggy clothes. You should all hold a big women's convention, where you all decide that everyday is halloween. If you rewrite the rules, if everyone does it, then it's no longer cheating and the playing field is even again. Only this time us guys get to see what you all got. You can all enjoy looking like sluts and nobody has to worry about having it held against them because the other girls who would be holding it against them are happy being dressed like sluts themselves. It might suck for the fat girls, but nobody cares about the fat girls anyhow. You see, you women are just so much more bearable when you look like tramps, and...”
“Lance! You're a fucking misogynist!”
“No, not at all. If I were a queer, I'd be saying, ‘You men are just so much more bearable when you're wearing military boots and leather chaps.' As it stands, me being straight, they're mostly just unbearable.”
“Alright Alright! I have a nurse's uniform from last halloween. I'll see what else I have. Why am I bringing this stuff over again?”
“How many details do you need? She's gonna ruin my furniture with her out of control pussy juice.”
“Whatever. How much do you want?”
“Bring a shitload of slutty stuff. I might want to play dress-up with my little doll here.”
“Lance, I was hoping, you know, you'd focus on me more since I broke up with my angry oaf boyfriend, and now you're fucking her , and I'm supposed to encourage this by bringing you slutty clothes for her?”
“Hey, I only fucked her once, and that was after you left me for the wolves, that was an act of drunken desperation and revenge against you. I'm just playing with her. She's in my shower right now washing the piss off. I've never met a bitch as horny as her.”
“I know. When we were like 14 years old, we were having a sleep over and in the middle of the night—she must have thought I was asleep—she's humping her hand, right next to me. I don't know what got her going. Hopefully not me.”
“I wish I was there. I think I want to fuck a 14 year old...Hold on, pretend I didn't say that out loud. Anyhow, bring em quick. She's going to be out of the shower soon and her pussy's going to be spraying like a volcano.”
I hung up and then ran upstairs to see what was taking our Ashley so long. When I peeled back the shower curtains, she was just standing there and letting the water wash over her.
“How long's it take to take a shower?!” I asked her, and then I turned the faucet all the way to cold.
“UGH!” she squealed as her body stiffened.
“Hurry up. And where's the keys to your car?”
“In my purse.”
“Where's that?”
“In the closet in the entryway. Why?”
I left her in the bathroom as she stepped out of the shower. I didn't find much in her car. Some crappy cds. She still listens to Britney Spears. Some other obscure punk garbage I had no interest in. I stole a few dollars for an overpriced coffee because I'm poor and I wanted one and if she got one for herself she might get chubby and then it wouldn't be as fun raping her.
When I got back inside, Ashley was sitting naked on my living room couch. I told her the plan.
“I threw your clothes in the trash because they were disgusting, so you can't go anywhere, and anyhow, I might want some more of you later. So you're staying here. But I can't just leave you here roaming around through my shit and acting stupid, and probably fingering yourself and getting your pussy juice all over, so I'm going to tie you up. I don't know when I'll be back.”
“Are you going to tie me up as bad as they did last night?”
“I don't know,” I said, walking out to my garage to find some duct tape.
“Do you think you'll fuck me when you get back?” she asked, as I walked into the garage. She wanted sex. She needed me to rape her. Maybe she seemed so flighty and empty headed because she could never get her head away from sex. I've never met a certified nymph, and I'm not familiar with the diagnostic criteria, but this one might be a safe bet. By the time I got back inside I forgot to answer her.
The duct tape I used was the classic shiny gray type. Looks great over a slut-Ashley's skin. I grabbed her by the wrist and nudged her onto my carpet. I tied her wrists behind her back, her ankles together, her lower legs to her upper legs--so that her feet were pressed tight against her ass--her hands to her feet, and her arms to her torso. She was a nice little ball of slut-Ashley. As I was walking out the door I decided that a little head might be nice before leaving, so I walked back, picked her up and set her down next to me on the couch, with her head in my lap. I ran my hand through her wet hair while I unbuttoned my fly. She didn't need to lick my cock to hardness, it was plenty hard. I guided her head down and got her going.
“Can you taste Lane's pussy?” I asked her. “I'd have more cum to send down your throat but I sent plenty up her cervix.” She couldn't answer me. She was gagging. I was pressing down too hard for too long. “You're going to have to work on the gag reflex,” I instructed her. “I think I might want to fuck your throat a lot. I'll probably get a lot of sex from other girls, strong girls, girls who stand their own, respectable girls, wonderful girls, girls girls girls, not whores with perpetually leaky pussies...” I lifted her head up from my cock so she didn't barf on me. While her head was suspended a saliva/precum mixture hung down from her mouth and swung over onto my jeans. I scraped it up with my finger and put it back in her mouth. “...I hope you have an accommodating asshole too. I might want to fuck you there some time. If you shit or fart on my dick, though, I'll throw you out and never see you or speak to you again.” I removed my hands from her head and let her work on it herself. She did alright. I leaned back and relaxed. This could be a good way to watch movies, or fall asleep, or read, or play video games, or have phone sex with girls from the internet, or rule the world, or run a business, or run a marathon, or play golf, or shoot a gun, or write a nobel prize winner. Shit, this should just be a constant accessory, something you can throw on like a bracelet. An Ashley. I should patent them and sell them in stores. Everybody could have an Ashley mouth and an Ashley pussy and an Ashley asshole and some Ashley thick thighs. When you turn 18 you should just automatically be given an Ashley. A growing up gift.
When I was getting ready to come I handled her head again. “You know who I really want to make love with?” I asked her. “Your older sister. She's a beautiful girl, a fine woman. She's got her shit together. She's someone I could see myself having a real relationship with. How did you become such a twit with a sister like that?” Her sister is a few years older than me. I think I want to marry her.
By this point in the cocksucking session she was trying to hump the couch. No good. After I came in her mouth I went into my kitchen and grabbed a paper plate. I put it on the floor and then put her on the floor with her pussy right over the plate. “Don't squirm away from this plate. Keep it under your pussy. If any of your pussy juice drips down I want it to land on the plate. Maybe I'll pour it into a friend's drink for a prank or something.”
I left. Went and got a coffee with her money.
5.5
At the coffee shop I saw a gorgeous girl I'd never seen around town before. Where have you been, darling? Let's elope. She was petite and dark skinned and doll faced. She didn't look real. She looked like a comic book beauty. Her features were too ideal, too prim. I wanted to get underneath her perfect doll skin. It looked soft and botchless. If nothing else I just wanted to touch it. I wanted to pinch it. I wanted to cut it off and wave it in the air like a flag. I wanted to get inside of it, inside of her, through any of the three available holes. I'd tell you what she was wearing—you know, the visual of a female, that's my thing—but you crazy readers are probably getting bored of that by now. I approached her.
“Hey. I'm a womanizer and you're a beautiful woman, so I have to talk to you.”
“Oh?.....uh...Hi...” In the movies they always have a quick and perfectly appropriate response. In real life they're flustered and constipated and unprepared and stupid. You have to read off of their pussy tired little script or else they hold it against you, like it's your fault they're scared and don't have any liveliness or imagination to run on.
“Ya, my name's Lance. Can you get yours out?”
“I'm Tonya.”
“Okay. Do you know what eloping is, Tonya?”
“Who cares? I'm trying to talk with my boyfriend here.”
Oh, shit. Her boyfriend walks out of the bathroom. Hadn't noticed him. He sits down across from her. Some putz. He had his hair done up real nice. I'm sure they were about to discuss some real pressing matters. I continued talking to her anyhow.
“Alright, Tonya, I'm going to skip right to it and give you my phone number,” I tell her, and real faintly, from off in the distance somewhere, I can hear the voice of a putz, saying, “Are you kiddin, man?”
“I have a boyfriend,” Tonya says.
“Oh, I don't mind. I have a sex slave. We're even,” I say back, “and anyway, hopefully pretty soon you'll realize what a putz this guy is, and then you'll think to yourself, ‘who could I turn to that's just the opposite of this putz? That guy at the coffee shop was pretty weird. He was a tactless creep, but he was incredibly handsome and he had a seven and a half inch cock and he said he knew how to use it really well.' You see, I have a seven and a half inch cock and I know how to use it really well. Here's my number. Call it when you're through with him. I don't really like the idea of coming after such a shithead, but for you I'll make an exception.”
I gave her my number. She threw it away. Her boyfriend was stupefied. I got the hell out of there. Shit, what terrible story could this experience ever add anything to? There would be no getting inside of her doll's skin. Not through the three main entrances. Excuse me, the two main entrances and the main exit. When you can't make it into the Magic Three, you get underneath their skin the fourth way, and I had managed that pretty well.
I stood outside of the coffee shop. A beat looking man approached me. He was african american and I immediately took a liking to his eyes.
“Hey, brother, sorry to approach you out of nowhere like this, but my car broke down and I'm trying to make it to a shelter. I'm broke and hungry and I don't have any money for bus fare,” he told me.
“Don't worry about it, man, just let me get my money,” I said. He kept talking, trying to explain himself. He was ashamed but I felt terrible for his predicament and I liked his eyes. There wasn't a trace of ill will in his eyes. His shitty situation removed any room for it. He was scraped down to the good part, the open nerve, the easy humanity. I wished I knew how to prove to him I wasn't the least bit annoyed. I gave him fifteen.
“Thank you, thanks a lot,” he said, shaking my hand.
“Good luck,” I wished him. I hoped he'd make it.
I smoked and drank. I looked around. The sun was shining. A dog walked by. A bee made love to a flower. But I didn't notice any of that. All I could see were lithe female bodies being twisted and turned and pulled and prodded and used. I went back home.
6
When I got back to my house Mellissa was sitting on my couch with a big pile of clothes next to her. Ashley was standing before her, wearing a tight, short black dress and black high heels. A pile of used duct tape and a paper plate lay on the carpet next to her.
“What do you think?” Mellissa asked me.
“Too classy. She's more towards bag-of-slut, less towards sophisticated woman I'd want to take out to dinner. I'd rather see you in that dress. Why would you want to give that to her, anyway?”
“I wouldn't. I just want to see if she looks good in it. I got better stuff for her here.”
I sat down and watched the show for a while. Ashley would try to poke her ass out in her skirts and look sexy. Sometimes, while waiting for Mellissa to pick something else out, she'd sit down and cross her legs, kicking her foot. At one point, bored and capricious, I got up and danced with Ashley a little. I wanted to feel her up. I liked to grab and squeeze her thick thighs, smack them a little, watch the meat shake about the bone. Her nipples were hard, and without a bra they shown well through her shirts. I pinched them and she was very responsive.
While dancing Ashley tried to kiss me on my cheek.
“Don't kiss me, you dumbass. I just shot a load in your mouth.” I snapped at her.
“Mellissa asked me to wash my mouth out earlier.”
“Why?”
“She wanted to kiss me.”
“Mellissa,” I said, “you've sucked me off. What's the big deal?”
“I wanted to make out with her , not frantic little spermies.”
“Alright.”
I sat back down. Mellissa had an outfit for Ashley with tube socks, the ones with the stripes on the top. What the fuck? In what universe is this a turn on? Little boys wear those. If I saw Ashley or any girl in them I'd never be able to find them attractive again. Before Ashley put them on I took off my shoe and threw it at her head, hitting her right in the back of the head and startling her. She stared back at me, not knowing what to think or do.
“Don't put those on. What are you thinking, Mellissa?” I said, chuckling at somebody getting hit in the head with a shoe.
“Come on, Ashley,” Mellissa said, pulling Ashley out of her I'm-a-dumbass-and-I-just-got-hit-in-the-head-with-a-shoe trance, “try these on then.”
“Mellissa,” I said.
“Lance,” she replied.
“You should take her shopping at a little kid's store. Get stuff for her that she can barely fit in, that threatens to rip and automatically hikes up all the time. I'll give you money.”
“Do it yourself.”
“Maybe. I just remember this one time, I was at Toys R' Us for some reason, and I saw this little glittery barbie doll outfit, made for like 9 year olds, and I remember thinking about how much I wanted to make a certain someone wear it.”
“A 9 year old?”
“No. A previous girlfriend.”
“Did you ever get her to wear it?”
“No. I should go back and see if they still have it.”
“Do you like these, Lance?” Ashley asked me. She was wearing a little wife beater and cut-off jean shorts. She acted like the day before never happened.
“They're alright,” I replied, “but cut the shorts a little shorter, up at an angle so I can see buttfolds. What do they call those shorts? Bootie shorts? The ones Mariah Carey always wears?”
“When am I going to wear this stuff?”
“I don't know. When you come over here bugging me, like you did yesterday.”
I started to get bored. Then an idea struck me. “Hey, I'm going to go somewhere again,” I said. “Mellissa, tape her up again before you leave. And put the paper plate under her pussy like I had it. Leave me some slutty shit for her. And leave the front door open.”
Mellissa's a good girl. I left.
7
I drove around to all kinds of stores: Sam's Club, Target, the hardware store, Sex World. I'd look over all the merchandise and if I could come up with any kind of sick purpose for something I would throw it in my cart. The people checking me out probably thought I was nuts or a rapist. I probably wouldn't end up using half of the stuff, but I wanted room to be creative later on. Spending all this money, I'd have to eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for a while.
Having gotten a little overeager with it, my car was completely full on my way home. When I pulled into my driveway, I saw Kaitlyn's car parked on the road.
8
I had snuck in because I wanted to see what the two of them were like alone. I was hiding behind the wall divider in my kitchen, watching the two of them sitting together on my couch. It just keeps getting more surreal , I thought, being struck by how alluring they both looked. You wouldn't believe what I saw. This was the stuff of high-school daydreams, not my living room.
Ashley was wearing a green, tiny little plaid skirt, a white button up shirt tied off to reveal her stomach and with the top few buttons undone to reveal cleavage, tight fitting, semi-clear white knee socks pulled up to just above her knees, and a pair of black high heels. Her hair was in pigtails and her face wore light make-up. Mellissa had finished her off with a real banger.
Kaitlyn wore tight blue jeans that stopped just below her knees, leaving exposed a pair of shiny smooth shins and calves. She wore a pair of high heeled sandals with skinny leather straps that encircled her ankles. Her breasts were eager to declare themselves in a tight, light brown tank top.
It looked like the very beginning of a porno movie. A porno movie I was about to live. A porno movie perfectly suited to my odd bents. Ashley was hogtied with the duct tape again, laying on her back on the couch with her face in Kaitlyn's lap. The duct tape was wrapped around her head over her eyes and mouth to blindfold and gag her. With one hand Kaitlyn was running her finger over Ashley's taped face and with the other she had Ashley's skirt pulled up and was teasing her pussy through her black thong. As much as she could wrapped up in the duct tape, Ashley squirmed in reaction to the pussy teasing. As far as I knew, she still hadn't come yet. She'd been waiting a day or so.
It appeared that Kaitlyn was waiting for me because she had the tv on BET to watch music videos with hot objectified rap sluts parading around in next to nothing. At least I hope that's why she wanted to watch them. That's why I check them out.
I walked in. Kaitlyn looked up at me and flashed me a warm smile. Normally I just call the worth-looking-at ones hot, but Kaitlyn is up a grade at beautiful. Why hadn't I payed this girl more attention? She was so perfect and prim. Dark skinned. Dark brown hair. She was delighted sitting there with the house slut in her lap. It was adorable.
“Does she even know who's lap her head is resting in?” I asked her.
“No. But her pussy doesn't seem to be too picky about it,” she replied.
I reached into Kaitlyn's lap to lift Ashley's head and unwrap her blindfold and gag. When Ashley was done grimacing from the tape pulling on her hair, she looked up at Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn gave her a warm smile back. It was similar to the smile she gave me, but this one had some pity thrown in. Ashley responded with another squirm to Kaitlyn's teasing hand. Kaitlyn moved her fingers to Ashley's mouth and played around with her pouty lips.
I flipped Ashley onto her stomach at the other end of the couch so I could focus on Kaitlyn. I sat down next to Kaitlyn and took her hand in mine. I cleared her hair from her face and studied her eyes. A pillar of light came down from heaven and illuminated her. A choir of angels sang. Something in my gut was brewing, and it wasn't just lust.
“I'm just realizing how much I adore you,” I told her. Her lips curled to a slight smile and she leaned forward. We kissed each other lightly.
“Let's untie her,” Kaitlyn said. We lifted her up from the couch and set her on the ground. When Ashley was untied she stood up and stretched out. Kaitlyn straitened her socks out and spun her around to give her a good look. Her skirt didn't cover much up. Kaitlyn lifted it to get a look at her thong-split ass. She gave it a pat and a squeeze and pulled on the thong a little to floss Ashley's pussy.
“Walk around for us a little,” Kaitlyn said. Ashley walked back and forth in her high heels, her pigtails and her skirt moving to the rhythm of her footsteps. Kaitlyn grabbed her by the backs of her thighs, pulled their bodies together and said, “Look at these legs, Lance. And these tits.” She squeezed Ashley's nipples, which were visible through the white button up shirt. “Who dressed her up like this? Last night she was covered in piss.”
“Mellissa came over today and left a bunch of clothes for her. I don't know where she put the rest of the clothes but we'll see her in them,” I told her. “And I made her take a shower.”
“She set the clothes on your bed,” Ashley informed me. Nobody responded to her.
Kaitlyn sat down on the couch and had Ashley kneel down on the ground in front of her. She grabbed Ashley's face on both sides and questioned her, “Have you ever licked pussy before?”
I kneeled down on the ground behind Ashley and played with her pussy. It was sopping. I ran my finger lightly over her clit and her body tensed up. She moaned softly. I looked at the juice on my fingers and it was creamy. I put my fingers in Ashley's mouth and she automatically sucked the juice off. Her whole body felt warm. She was beginning to perspire. My hand found it's way up her shirt to her generous tits. The nipples were hard.
Ashley pressed her ass back against my erection and answered Kaitlyn yes.
“Who's pussy did you lick?” Kaitlyn asked. Ashley looked down and appeared ashamed. She didn't answer. Kaitlyn cradled Ashley's face and said, “Come on. You can tell us.”
“I don't think I better,” Ashley said.
“If you don't tell us,” I whispered into Ashley's ear, “we might not be so willing to make you cum.”
After a pause Ashley whispered, “My sister.”
I smiled. My erection grew harder. I'm pretty unflappable, but consider me flapped. Now I really was in love with Ashley's sister. Kaitlyn wasn't put off either. “Did your sister make you out to be such a slut?” Kaitlyn asked her. Ashley nodded. Kaitlyn bit her lip. “See if you can unbutton my pants with your teeth.” Ashley leaned forward and began biting and pulling while I held her hands together behind her back. They were the buttons that pop in and out, not the ones that go through a tiny slit in the fabric, so it wasn't too difficult. Once they were all undone, Kaitlyn asked, “Now can you take my sandals off?” Ashley leaned down and untied the leather straps. When her sandals were slid off Kaitlyn lightly nudged Ashley in the face with her foot, the skin of which was just as smooth and soft and tanned as the rest of her. Her toenails were painted red.
Kaitlyn stood up and took her pants off. Her legs were long and defined and delectable. She was wearing a red thong with a wet spot on it. She slid her thong off, and while Ashley watched to see what the pussy she would be licking looked like, I slid Ashley's thong off. Ashley's thong was drenched.
Kaitlyn sat down on the edge of the couch and spread her legs, revealing a mostly shaved pussy. She only left a neatly trimmed line of pubic hair right above it. “Get me going,” she told Ashley, calmly. Ashley leaned her face down into Kaitlyn's crotch and Kaitlyn looked down, amused and focused. She looked up quickly to give me a smile, to share with me her enjoyment of the splendor of the slut. Pretty soon she was shutting her eyes and moaning, and pressing Ashley's face tighter to her crotch, to rub Ashley's pouty lips up and down over her clit.
I took Ashley's drenched thong and wrapped the crotch of it around two of my fingers. The thong was wet enough to have no trouble sliding into Ashley's asshole. I tickled the rim of it with my fingernail before easing my fingers in. Soon Ashley's moans joined Kaitlyn's.
My cock was too big to stay in my jeans, so I unbuttoned them and slid them down to let my cock wave freely. I used it to draw lines of precum on the backs of Ashley's thighs. On the inside of her thigh a line of pussy juice trickled down. I watched it finally reach her sock and seep in, leaving a tiny dark spot.
“That's enough, Ashley,” Kaitlyn said, lifting Ashley's head away from her pussy by Ashley's pigtails. “Look at me, Lance,” Kaitlyn said, and I looked at her pussy and it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. It was glistening and open and ready to make love with my cock. I felt passionate. I hadn't felt that way since 8 th grade.
“We need to tape this cute little thing back up,” Kaitlyn said. Ashley looked at me, worried she wasn't going to get to cum. She might still have been waiting for me to fuck her. Her pussy was a mess. I didn't respond to her worried look. I was too busy admiring how cute she looked with her pouty lips shining in Kaitlyn's juices.
“Tape her up while I fuck her mouth,” I told Kaitlyn. I sat on the floor and leaned against the couch, pulling Ashley's mouth down to my cock by her pigtails. A bit of Kaitlyn's pussy juice rubbed off onto my shaft. Periodically during my cock's time with Ashley's face I would grab Ashley's pigtails and hold her head all the way down on my cock, impaling her. I'd let her up to regain her composure before I thought she was going to gag on me.
Kaitlyn taped Ashley's hands together behind her back, her elbows together, and her lower legs to her upper legs. When she was done she grabbed Ashley by her legs and dragged her away from me. I watched Ashley's slimy face recede away from me across the floor, the same dumb-Ashley expression covering it. The paper plate that was laying under Ashley's pussy earlier was still sitting on the coffee table. It had accumulated a good amount of Ashley juice. Kaitlyn grabbed Ashley's thong off the floor, dipped it and rubbed it around in the pussy juice on the plate, and then shoved it in Ashley's mouth. “Keep it there,” she said, leaving Ashley taped up in the corner of the room.
I got up and met Kaitlyn in the center of the room. We made out passionately. I'd fallen for her. I played with her still wet pussy and she played with my cock. We squeezed our bodies as close to each other as we could. I couldn't get close enough to her. She ripped my shirt off and I ripped her shirt off.
For the next hour or so we made love like crazy. On the couch, rolling around on the living room floor, sitting on my lap while I sat in a kitchen chair. We were totally wrapped up in each other, but for a second I looked over at Ashley laying in the corner and noticed that she was staring at us intently and trying to hump the floor, her thong still in her mouth.
Before we came I carried Kaitlyn up to my room so we could fuck on my bed. Her legs were wrapped around my back and my cock remained inside of her the whole way upstairs. We threw the pile of clothes Mellissa left us onto the floor and I pumped it in and out of her as hard as I could.
9
After we came we lay in each other's arms for a while and let ourselves be overcome by the after-orgasm calm.
“You weren't going to go out with Lane, were you?” Kaitlyn asked me.
“No. I would have preferred you from the start. I only fucked her last night because I was horny from watching you guys manhandle Ashley. I never wanted to go out with her,” I said.
“That's what I figured. But I didn't like to see you going upstairs with her last night.”
“If I would have known you felt that way, I wouldn't have done it.”
We got up and took a shower together. Kaitlyn left my room to go get her clothes while I changed into something nice. She came back right away still wrapped up in towels.
“Lance, come here, you gotta see this,” she whispered at me. I snuck out to the top of the stairs with her. We peeked over into the living room and saw Ashley, trembling, rolling around on the carpet. She was laying on her back and trying to make humping motions, like an invisible man was down there fucking her. Kaitlyn tried to contain her laughter but it burst out. Ashley heard and froze. She looked up at us and moaned an extended moan through the thong still in her mouth.
“Are we going to let her come?” Kaitlyn asked me.
“Ya. Then we better let her go home. Her parents are probably wondering where she is. They might come looking for her.”
“No, Lance, let's keep her just for the night. I haven't gotten enough of her yet. We'll let her go later tonight. I don't think her parents are around that often anyway.”
“Alright. You know, you could take her with you to your house tonight, if you wanted. I bought a duffle bag today. You could sneak her in inside of it.”
“Hmmmmm,” Kaitlyn thought.
“Unless you want to stay here.”
While Kaitlyn dressed I went into the kitchen and got a thing of pink saran wrap. When I came back out Kaitlyn was sitting next to Ashley on the floor. She was squeezing Ashley's tits through the button-up shirt and saying, “You want to come now, honey? I think we'll let you come now.”
Ashley nodded her head frantically and groaned “Please!” through her thong.
“Help me lift her onto the coffee table,” I told Kaitlyn. We set her face down. Kaitlyn sat on the couch right in front of Ashley's face. She played with Ashley's pigtails and dabbed at her smearing make-up. I set a chair behind Ashley so I could sit on it while I rubbed her pussy.
“You're very cute, you know that?” Kaitlyn said to Ashley. I ripped off a piece of saran wrap and put it under Ashley's pussy, trapping it between her stomach and the coffee table. I pulled it up and over her pussy and asshole. Immediately you could see smears of Ashley's pussy juice on the saran wrap. I rubbed it around over her gaping pussy, spreading it around and getting a good amount of her pussy juice all over it. Her pussy lips moved back and forth with the saran wrap. I dug different parts of it deep into her to get globs of creamy Ashley-juice everywhere. I fucked her rapidly through the saran wrap with three fingers and rubbed her clit with my other hand. It was hardly any time at all before her body was overcome with spasms. She shook and squealed while Kaitlyn held her head in her hands. When she was done you could see her tits pressed hard against the coffee table while she breathed heavy.
“Look at this,” I told Kaitlyn, lifting up the soaking piece of saran wrap. I set it creamy-side-up on the coffee table and we lifted Ashley up and put her on the floor.
“Untape her legs and go get a pair of panties to put on her. After that we're going to tape her up into a little ball.” I told Kaitlyn.
“Mmmmmmmm!” Ashley said, not happy about it. She spit the thong out of her mouth. “Please,” she said, “I've been tied up so much over the last two days...” Kaitlyn cut her off, slapping her. “You were just convulsing an orgasm,” Kaitlyn hissed, “and now you're complaining?” She picked the thong off the floor and put it back in Ashley's mouth. Ashley didn't spit it out.
I pressed the creamy side of the saran wrap tight against Ashley's face and then wrapped more saran wrap around her entire head, keeping the creamy wrap in place. I put a whole shitload on her, making it tighter with each layer, all the way down to her neck. Her head was a cute little pink ball. I imagine it felt awfully moist in there. “How does that smell?” I asked her. Her thong was still in her mouth, and now she had no way of spitting it out. Before she could suffocate I went into the kitchen and brought a needle back with me.
“Be still,” I warned Ashley, poking 2 little holes at her nostrils. I made them small because I wanted her to still smell herself. I poked a bunch into her mouth, bigger ones, not wanting to later find a carcass I would have to find some way of disposing of. She could breathe alright.
Her eyes were cute trying to look around through the saran wrap. You could see her eyelashes clumping together in pussy juice. It didn't take her long to close her eyes and keep them shut. Maybe the pussy juice in her eyes stung.
When Kaitlyn came back down with a fresh pair of panties she said, “Ooooooo, adorable!...is that safe?”
“She's alright. Look, she's still breathing heavy from her orgasm. Wait before you retape her, I have to get something out of my car.”
I got a 6 inch dildo and a padlock and a cage. Yep, a cage. We were really getting into it now. I bought this not-so-big one at a pet store that day. I wasn't sure if Ashley was going to fit, but it was worth a try to see if we could squeeze her in, and I had been feeling particularly sadistic.
When I walked back in, Kaitlyn and Ashley were missing. I looked around for them and found them outside. Quite the sight awaited me. Ashley was standing in the grass, her arms still taped behind her back, her legs spread out and Kaitlyn holding her skirt up. Piss was streaming down. A little disgusting, but bodies have to piss, and it's better this Ashley one does outside rather than on my carpet. Before Kaitlyn let Ashley bring her legs together and walk back inside, she got resourceful and ripped a bunch of blades of grass from the lawn to wipe Ashley's pussy off with. Ashley had to be guided back inside. She probably couldn't see well through the saran wrap or was keeping her eyes closed anyway.
When Kaitlyn got back inside, she said, “Ooooh! Goody! You got a cage!” I wish I would have known earlier about how Kaitlyn is just as fucked up as me. Ashley opened her eyes to see. Kaitlyn shoved her back down on the ground and came to look at the cage and the dildo. “Go get a pillow out of the closet to put on the bottom of this thing,” I told her.
I went over to Ashley with the dildo and got hot at the sight of her tan ass and legs, still wearing the green plain skirt, still wearing the black high heels and the white knee-high socks. I slapped her ass super hard and she grunted. “Holy Shit! you're a hot piece of merely sex!” I shouted. “How do you like your rape fantasy now?!” I undid the tape around her wrists and elbows. I flipped her around and taped her wrists together in front of her. She was either willing, too exhausted to resist, or in recognition of futility.
Kaitlyn came back down, put the pillow in the cage, and sat down on the floor next to us. She lifted Ashley's skirt and dragged her finger over the skin around her pussy, never going in.
“Do you think she'll freak out about being left in a cage?” she asked me. “Ooo, nevermind,” she said, “she's already wet again. Look. She likes it. I don't think we have anything to worry about.”
Ashley let out a low moan, to let us know that she really existed or something. Maybe she wanted Kaitlyn to rub her pussy.
I shoved the dildo up Ashley's pussy to get it wet. “Have you ever been taken anally?” I asked her. She shook her head. “Well we're going to jump right in and get your asshole stretched out. You're taking six inches.” I put the tip of the dildo against her asshole and she made little ass humping motions. It wasn't too difficult to get it all the way in. Kaitlyn put Ashley's new panties on for her and then we taped her up.
With her wrists taped together in front of her, we taped her arms to her chest, with her wrists in between her breasts. We taped her ankles together and her legs together above and below her knees. After that was all settled we taped her upper legs to her lower legs so that she was trapped in a kneeling position. Then, to top it all off, we pressed her face down and taped her upper body to her lower body, trapping her in a little slut ball. You could see the dildo poking out the back of her panties.
Taping her up like this and putting her in a cage is a little redundant, but I like the look of duct tape against slut skin, and I had to see if she'd fit in the cage. Kaitlyn held her balanced on her ass, so that her head was facing up, and I brought the cage down around her from above. I had to push a bit, but we got her in it. You could see the skin of her arms and back popping out between the cage wires. When we let her out she'd probably look like a checkerboard.
I eased the cage down to set it upright, with Ashley facing towards the ground, and then shut the cage door. Ashley's ass now poked out through the wires of the cage door, little bits of skirt coming out. She made what little humping motions she could, apparently to get the dildo to fuck her ass a little.
I didn't need the padlock. There was no way she was getting out, with or without it. But I liked the finality of it. So I clipped it on.
“Where should we put her?” Kaitlyn asked.
“Under the sink,” I said. “That'll be an unusual place for a person to remain.”
I carried the cage into the kitchen, cleared the shit out from underneath the sink, and stuffed her in. Lucky I have big cupboard doors. She barely made it in. Closing the door, all went dark for Ashley.
“I hope we don't damage her body leaving her like that. I like her body,” Kaitlyn worried.
“She'll be alright. We'll only be gone a few hours. Anyhow, right now, all I'm thinking about is you,” I said, going in for a kiss. Cue the impassioned music. Henry Mancini, theme from Love Story . I was falling in love. Impossible-to-satisfy Lance, unflappable Lance, unable-to-really-get-into-anybody Lance, I was falling in love. We kissed the climactic kiss, and all was well, and with her in my arms I felt right where I should be. Don't tell me this is mawkish. I was moved.
“Where are we going?” Kaitlyn asked me.
“I'm taking you out on a date. We're going to have a nice dinner. I'm going to celebrate you and you're going to celebrate me, and tonight I'm going to sleep well....Hey, you should give me roadhead or a handjob on the way there. Stuffing her in a cage has really got me horny again.”
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