“What a beautiful evening to be out” she thought to herself as she cruised through the streets of NYC in her new red convertible.
She had looked forward to seeing her old friend from school for quite a while, and now she was on her way. She had chosen her husband’s favorite latex pleated cheerleader’s skirt, a white satin tie top, and white knee boots to finish off the outfit. Very hot, indeed, she had thought while getting dressed. She was right. Looking down at herself while driving, she could see that she was completely exposed, as the skirt was so wonderfully short. Knowing that passing drivers could look down and see her turned her on to the point that she caught herself touching her crotch more than a few times as she drove.
The instructions she had been given were not exactly perfect, she had made more than one wrong turn which cost her nearly a half hour already, and she was getting miffed at the crappy directions.
Turning down a darkened side street, which was supposed to be a highway, she was confronted by a dead end. Great, she said out loud. Just fargin’ great.
As she turned around, she saw a light in a building. The rest of the block was dark, and mostly vacant buildings. She could hear voices coming from the faintly lighted building, and decided to get out and try to get directions, or at least find a phone and call her friend.
Getting out of the car, the rustling of her skirt allowed the cooling night air to waft underneath it, sending a chill of excitement through her body. She was forbidden from wearing panties under her short skirts. “ God, I’m horny,” she said to herself.
The front of the building had large plate glass windows that had been painted over some time ago, as the cracking paint revealed. The front door was open slightly, and a small sign said ” Private Club”, no admittance.
No matter, she thought, all I need is some help and I’m gone.
Walking in, she saw a very old mahogany bar to her left, the odor of stale beer permeated the building and the rough looking guy behind the bar only shook his head and grunted at her as she entered.
“Excuse me, sir, could you tell me if you have a pay phone?” she asked.
He just pointed to the rear of the bar and said,“through that doorway, little lady”.
The staccato clicking of her spiked heel boots was unmistakable. The talking in the back room quieted and nearly stopped as she approached the doorway. In the back room, she saw 6 or 7 men, very obviously roughnecks and bikers. They were dressed in tight jeans, motorcycle tee shirts, and riding boots.
A rather ominous looking guy had on skintight leathers and a leather body harness made of rings and straps. Seeing him sent a wave of horny through her body. Two were shirtless, and all were tall and looked like they could eat nails. The room was dimly lit at best, with a few bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling by wires and steel shaded covering the bulbs. A large pool table sat in the center of the room, and was the center of attention as a heated game was in progress. She could see a pay phone on the rear wall, a very old type with a dial.
Next to it was a coil of rope hanging on a hook and a sigh that said “Members only”.
Trying to attract as little attention as possible, she walked towards the phone. As she neared it, it was obvious that all eyes were on her. Not surprising, she was very cute, sexy as hell, and dressed to kill.
Being the Princess that she is, she said to one of the men who was standing in front of the phone, “Excuse me, could you move so that I can use the phone??”
“Why”, he laughed.
“Because I want to use it”, she said.
“Fuck off, Bitch”
“Members only,” he said as he pointed to the sign.
Looking pissed off, she said, “Please move so that I can use the phone. I need to call someone and get directions, I am lost”.
A voice from across the room spoke up’ “Let the Bitch use the phone, Joey,”
“I am not a Bitch, sir!” she retorted.” I demand an apology”.
“Well, that does it” he said as all the other men made cat call noises at him, “ Let’s teach the little Bitch some manners!”
Her mouth had gotten her into trouble before, she had a tendency to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, and this surely was one of those times.
With that, she felt her wrists being grabbed and her arms pulled roughly behind her back. The stainless steel ring cuffs that she wore got the attention of her assailant, who pointed them out to his friends.
“Look, she is a Bondage Bunny.....”
”Maybe she likes it rough”, She said nothing, but squirmed to try and escape, it was fruitless, as the guy holding her was twice her size and weight. As he continued to hold her, she saw another guy take what looked like a ball gag off a table and approach her. She cried out for help, but no one was to hear her.
The gag was jammed into her mouth and buckled behind her head, rendering her mute, except for moans and grunts. “That’s better”, her captor said.
She heard a loud click as a lock was apparently being attached to her cuffs. Struggling to get her arms free was now out of the question, she thought.
The man with the leathers and body harness approached her. He grabbed her by the throat, squeezing it very tightly for a few seconds and laughing as he put his lips to hers and kissed her. She tried to bite him, nipping his tongue, as he pulled away.
“Let’s see if you think this is funny, Bitch” he said.
Turning to the wall, he grabbed the rope and let it unfurl. At the end of the rope was a hand tied noose. The look in his eyes was frightening, at best. She knew the look, it was not a good one. She had seen it once before with her former master, just before he put her into the hospital, near death from a savage beating.
He then took the noose, pulled the loop open and slid it over her head. He yanked on the rope and the noose tightened around her neck, nearly cutting her air off. She panicked and tried with all her might to get away. She stamped, kicked and wriggled, but it was not to be. He then took the end of the rope and threw it over one of the rough, hand hewn exposed beams in the ceiling. The building had once been a very impressive place, but time had taken it’s toll.
One of the men grabbed the free end of the rope and took up the slack. She could feel the tug of the noose on her neck as the obvious leader took the noose and tightened the loop against her exposed neck. “Take up the slack, Jim, let’s make the Bitch dance a while”.
That sounded bad, she thought. She was correct, the rope was pulling her upwards, choking her and making breathing difficult. She had to shift her weight to the balls of her feet to breath at all. Fear set in, was this her end, she thought. Laughing at her plight, the leader untied her top, letting it fall away exposing her beautiful breasts. “Look, the Bitch is pierced” he shouted out.
Grabbing her piercings, he tweaked her nipples causing her body to spasm from the rough handling. Unbelievably, she began to focus on her increasing horniness. She was very turned on, she could not exactly understand why, she was approaching her fate, her body might never be found, and she was getting turned on? She was getting very light headed as the air was running out. Seeing it, the leader ordered her to be given some slack, she settled back to her feet and gasped the fresh air. “We are not quite done with you yet, Bitch” he yelled out.” Enjoy the brief reprieve”.
With that he ran his hands up and down her body, feeling every inch of her clear, white flesh. He was turning her on so much that she felt the beginnings of an orgasm building from deep within her. She was a sucker for touch, her entire body was one giant nerve ending, and if the right spots were touched, she would swoon and faint.
He took his right hand and slid it down and under her skirt. She panicked, as she was about to be exposed. His hand fell upon her cock. He said nothing.
She was so panicked that she nearly passed out. Tears gushed forward and ran down her cheeks like rivers. For sure, now, she thought he was going to kill me. Instead, he began to gently manipulate her. She was already rock hard, something that rarely happened, but it had. His touch went from rough and callous, to gentle and almost loving. His eyes looked deep into hers. She could tell what was running through his mind, she had seen this before too, and knew it well. She felt a ray of hope for the first time. He was being sucked in by her unique and wonderful body.
With that, he got down on his knees, pulled her skirt up and gently took her cock into his mouth. The other men were speechless. They watched with amazement as he sucked, licked and teased her with his tongue. She moaned deeply and rapidly orgasmed in his mouth. He stood up and told Jim to let the rope down.
He then took the end of the rope and threw it to the end of the pool table, Jim once again pulling it tight, causing her to bend over the table and lay face down on it. Her ankles were spread apart, and each was tied in turn to the legs of the table, leaving her wide open and helpless. He ordered one of the men to go and get the grease gun out of the shack. She did not understand why, but she soon would. When the guy came back, the leader took the grease gun, and with the end of the hose in his hand approached her. She could feel the cold steel of the nozzle against the rosebud of her behind.
“He wouldn’t dare...” she thought. She was wrong. He took the hose and nozzle and jammed it deep into her behind. She shuddered as the cold steel found it’s way nearly 10 inches into her. He then began pumping the handle of the gun. She felt the cold icky feeling of the grease filling her up as he slowly pulled the hose back. As he approached her sphincter again, he pumped a few more times, and popped the hose out of her.
“OK, boys, she’s all yours” he shouted out. “But nobody touches her cock, or I’ll kill them”. She could not believe her ears, sympathy, maybe? She thought.
The guys did have at her. She felt the first cock ram into her ass and pump away until he was through. Thank God for the grease, she thought. The hot sticky cum felt wonderful, even in such a horrible situation, she mused to herself. One by one, the entire room had at her. She was sweating like a pig, sore as hell, and lost count of how many orgasms she had gone through. A brief interlude passed, then the leader approached her. He bent down over her back and gently kissed the back of her neck. She then felt his cock pressed against her rosebud. With a pop, his huge cock filled her as no other had ever done. He was huge, she was so filled that she orgasmed over and over as he slowly pumped away at her. She was in sex heaven...
When he finished, (it seemed like hours) he took a very large butt plug and pushed it into her behind. She had lost count of the orgasms that he gave to her.
“I wouldn’t want you to drip, little lady,” he laughed.”This way, you’ll have something to remember us by”. Her mind was blank, all she could think of was how wonderful she felt right then. She even lost sight of the rope that was stretching her neck from across the table. He bent forward again and kissed her neck passionately. He was hooked, she thought,. This is my chance.
Unbelievably, he ordered her hands to be unlocked. The feeling of her arms being once again hers was fantastic. He then took the noose off her neck and untied her legs, effectively freeing her. He helped her up and stood before her.
He ordered the room to be emptied, and one by one, each of the gang members left for the bar. Looking into her eyes, he apologized to her. “I am so sorry for what has happened to you. Normally, we would use a girl like you up and then dispose of her, but you are so wonderfully different. I have never experienced someone like you before”.
”Certainly, I would never have even believed that you could exist, but you do. Hurting you now would be beyond my ability. Somehow, you have changed my life. I apologize again, and if you want to leave or call the police, you can. I won’t stop you. You are free to go.”
She could not believe her hearing. Could it be? Yes, she thought, it was. She was free. Her mind began to race...
He handed her the satin tie top and she put it back on. She could not speak, she was speechless. Taking a deep breath, she took her hand and rubbed it through his long, black hair. Smiling at him, she shook her head “No, It’s alright, I guess. I was acting like a cunt, and probably deserved what I got, besides, I have never been so turned on in my life. Even when I thought it was all but over for me. You really rocked my boat. How could I ruin the moment with the cops? ”
He took her in his arms and kissed her more passionately than she had ever been kissed before. She shook as her knees buckled. She dropped to her knees and sucked his cock like she had never sucked before. He moaned and came for a second time, filling her mouth with his sperm.
“Now”, she said, ”it’s all consensual. I couldn’t turn you in if I wanted to.”
“But then, why the hell would I want to. You and your gang are going to be my Bitches... You will all be here next Friday, same time, to do me again, and again....”
”And, I’ll expect some real hard fucking, and some serious edge play, not this chicken shit crap that you did tonight. Now, I’m in charge.” With that, his mouth dropped open as she smiled, turned and started to walk out of the room, and back to her car.
“I don’t even know what to call you, what is your name?” He yelled out at her.
“Bobbi-Jo, just Bobbi-Jo”, she said with a huge grin.
Returning to her car, she sat down on the cool leather seat, she had all but forgotten about the huge butt plug filling her ass until she felt it ram up inside of her as she sat down on it. She was on a cloud of sexual sub space somewhere, The rush of sexual energy was fantastic, she came at once.
She couldn’t wait to get home to her husband with all the details. Then, the real fun would begin as soon as he pulled the plug out of her behind.
Chapter 2, Week Two. Coming soon!
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