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For as long as I remember, the thought of being the "victim"
was always exciting. And during my younger years, there were people
around me that made this desire even more real. I was sixteen when the
first real thoughts came to my mind.
You could say I was a loner at that age. Few of the other girls
were really interested in being my friend. It didn't help that both
my mother and father were alcoholics and the whole town knew it. So,
I spent alot of time alone. My parents were brutal to me at times, locking
me in my room, going without dinner, leaving me for hours on end. But,
there was one person who would come over and play. His name was Mark.
And, at this time, he was just turning eighteen.
He would watch for when my parents left the house and would
come over, sometimes helping me with my homework, sometimes just playing
a board game. A couple of times my parents came home and found Mark
in the house, but, they were usually too drunk to say anything. Finally,
in early October, Mark had gotten the courage to ask my parents whether
it would be alright to watch me after school. Since there had been a
little tussle between them and the local juvenile authorities about
leaving me alone, they were all too glad to accept his offer.
I was just over five feet tall, rather pretty, and well proportioned.
My blone hair was just over my shoulders. Though they weren't large,
my breasts were a nice form, with small peasized nipples that I was
quite proud of.
All in all, however, it was good to have company like Mark.
One afternoon, Mark had arrived at my house even before I had
gotten home from school. When I walked into the house, he had stopped
at the store and had bought us milk and cookies. Eagerly, I put my coat
into my room and returned to the kitchen where I joined him. As we ate,
Mark seemed to be pre- occupied with a thought.
"What are you thinking about ?" I asked him.
"Aw, nothin." he replied.
"Come on..."
"Oh, allright." he said, finishing the last of his
milk. "I was reading this book that my father had, and it was about
a guy who took this woman pri- soner."
"Yea..." I asked, as he drifted off in thought again.
"Cari, have you ever thought of being captured, and being
someone's prisoner ?" he said, looking deadly serious.
"Uh, no." I answered, just a little scared at the
thought of it. "Why do you ask ?"
He thought for a moment. "We can try playing a game like
that if you want to."
Now it was my turn to think. "What did this guy do to
the woman ?"
Mark seemed to be getting uncomfortable. "It's hard to
explain." he said, "I would really have to show you."
Again, I thought. Mark was always there for me, never asking
for any- thing, and just wanting to be my friend. I really didn't see
any reason for me to worry, besides, it had been pretty boring around
here.
"Ok, lets play." I said.
A smile came over Mark's face. "Great !" and with
that, he got up from the table and went to the cabinet under the sink,
where there was some cord wound in a ball.
"Whats that for ?" I asked him.
"You'll see."
Mark asked me to get changed out of my school clothes and into
some- thing old. So, looking in my closet, I found an old brown safari
dress that buttoned down the front. I quickly put it on and re-joined
him in the living room.
"Now what ?" I asked.
"Ok, make believe you are watching TV and I'll sneak into
the house and get you." he said, smiling.
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Mark quietly left the room, and I went over to the TV, turning
it on, then sitting on the couch, pretended I was all alone. I was a
little scared, but, at the same time, was a little excited. Suddenly,
Mark grabbed me from behind the couch, his hand on my throat.
"Don't move, or I'll kill you." he said, in a frightening
voice.
I sat motionless on the couch. He moved to the front of me,
then pushed me down into a laying position. He scooped me up from the
couch, very gently carrying me into the kitchen.
While I had been changing, he had cleared the table. He carried
me to the empty table and put me down.
"Make believe you passed out." he said, so I closed
my eyes.
He picked up my right arm, and dropped it. Remembering I was
supposed to be passed out, I let it fall to my side. As I peeked one
eye open, I could see Mark was smiling. He went to my feet, then pulled
me down towards him, until he had centered me on the table top. He moved
to my head and took my arms and placed them over my head, spread to
each corner of the table. A moment later, I could feel the cord being
wrapped around my left wrist. I heard a pair of scissors snipping at
the cord, then watched out of squinted eyes as he tied the end to the
table leg.
Mark did the same to my other wrist, just as quickly and silently.
I heard him walk to the bottom of the table, then felt his hands wrap
around my slender ankles. Slowly, he spread my legs wide apart. I could
feel the cool October air rush up between my legs. He slipped off my
shoes and socks. I had wanted to say something, but, I was becoming
more excited as he went along. I felt the cord wrap around my right
ankle, then my left. He tied each end to the table leg. And when he
was through, I was lying there, spread eagled on the kitchen table.
I went to move, but found that Mark had tied me much tighter
than I had expected. I opened my eyes and Mark was standing over me.
I was totally defensless to his every desire, and that was giving me
a tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach down between my legs.
Silently, Mark reached to the top button of my dress, and unbuttoned
it.
"MARK !" I said, rather pissed off. Mark stood there
with a look of disappointment on his face.
"Come on, it's only a game." he said.
I looked at him, then lowered my head back to the table. Ok,
I had thought to myself, 'let's see how far this goes.'
He reached for the second button, and slowly unbuttoned it.
He con- tinued, until the dress was completely unbuttoned. I could feel
the coolness of the air brushing against the small line of now exposed
skin between the flaps of my dress. I was becoming more frightened,
and more excited, the tin- gling became more intense. Slowly, he slid
his hands inside of my dress, part- ing the material. Beneath the dress
I was wearing a training bra, which, bec- ause of my size, wasn't covering
much, and a pair of white cotton panties. The cool air was taking it's
toll on my nipples, which were hardening under the strain of the flimsy
bra.
I looked up at Mark. He had this weird look on his face. His
hand moved to my heaving breast. He gently caressed the rock hard nipple
with his palm. It felt incredible, like an electric shock through my
body. I moaned. Mark then took the scissors in his hand, and inserted
the blade into the sleeve of the dress, cutting it to the collar. He
went to the other sleeve, doing the same thing, then, putting the scissors
down onto the table, he pulled the remains of the dress from off of
my now shivering body, leaving only in bra and pant- ies.
Mark didn't stop there. He picked up the scissors again, and
inserted the blade into the strap of my bra. With a quick snip, it was
cut. And, in a moment later, so was the other. He slid the blade between
mt breasts, and a snip, and my bra was in pieces. This too, he pulled
from my body. His hands moved to the small mounds of my breasts. I instinctively
tried to move my arm to push his hand away, but, I was unable to move.
I began to squirm and struggle at the cord that bound me, but, it was
no use. The sight of me str- uggling made Mark even more excited. He
took the nipple of my left breast be- tween his thumb and forefinger,
pinching it slightly. I bit my lip in pain, but, didn't cry out. My
toes arched outward, my ankles struggling at the cord.
Mark moved his lips to my right breast, taking my nipple into
his mouth. I had never felt this way before. There was a burning between
my legs, one that seemed to get worse every moment that passed. His
hand moved to the softness of my stomach, his finger toying at my belly
button, which protruded slightly. Then his hand moved lower, to the
waistband of my panties. His hand slid beneath them, down to my hairless
cunny. He slid his finger over my small opening, gently massaging the
soft petals of my cunny lips.
Playing with myself was nothing new for me. It was a way of
passing the time when I was alone. But, with Mark touching the spot
that had only previ- ously been touched by me was even more exciting.
I felt his finger part my small petals to my tight little hole. His
finger darted in and out, but, it was just too tight for him.
He slid his hand out from my panties, and raised his head.
By this time, I was well on my way to coming. He picked up the scissors
again and slid the blade beneath the waistband of my panties to the
side. He snipped, the material giving way easily, then he snipped the
other side, pulling the panties from me with the other hand. Mark then
got on the table, straddling me. He outstreached his arms to my bound
wrists, carressing me from my arms, to my breasts, then sliding off
the end of the table, moving down my body to my ankles. He slowly moved
his tongue to my ankle, then licking upward, worked his way up my leg,
to the inner part of my thigh, finding my pussy open to his attack.
I felt that I was losing my mind. My hips gyrated to each move
of his tongue. He licked my small hole, down as far as he could, then
moved upward once again. He darted his tongue to the entry of my virgin
puss, gaining a little. Then I came. I began to writhe on top of the
table, being held only by the cord. I felt the perspiration all over
my body. Mark stopped, worried that perhaps he had hurt me, but, seeing
the expression on my face, he knew all too well that I was thoroughly
enjoying it.
He moved from the table, then began to open his pants. I began
to get frightened once again, for I had never seen the private parts
of any boy before. In a moment, he stood naked from the waist down.
He moved to where my head was, brushed the hair that was sticking to
my cheek away, then placed his dick close to my mouth.
"Open." he said.
Obiediently, I opened my mouth. There was a clear fluid coming
from the head, which tasted salty, but, not too unpleasant.
"Suck on it." he commanded.
I closed my lips around the head of his cock. He pushed foward,
slip- ping his shaft into my mouth. I sucked hard, but, was careful
not to bite him. Several times he thrust himself deeply, almost choking
me. He continued to move in an in and out motion. I felt him getting
harder, his dick throbbing in my mouth. He moved his hand to my breast,
massaging it gently. I continued to suck.
When he came, it was a surprise. I felt the hot sticky liquid
shoot to the back of my throat. I felt myself gagging, but fought desperately
not to let it show. I was exhausted, feeling my arms and legs aching.
Mark pulled his now limp cock from my mouth. I laid back on the table,
no longer struggling at the cords.
Mark moved quickly, cutting the cords from my wrists and ankles,
then cutting what was left off of the table legs. He took the cord and
what remained of my clothing and placed it into a trash bag. He moved
to the side of the table and picked me up, carrying my limp, exhausted
body to my room. He laid me on my bed, then left the room for a moment.
When he returned, he had his clothes in his hand, as well as the K-Y
Jelly from the bathroom.
He climbed onto the bed with me. I had enough, but, was too
weak to fight him off. He slid himself between my legs, then laid on
top of me. I could feel the head of his cock pressed against my virgin
pussy. He slowly pushed. His hand was aligning him, but, I was still
too tight for him. I spread my legs as far apart as I could, but still,
no luck.
Mark then laid on his side, laying my legs across him. He took
the K-Y Jelly and spread it over the once again throbbing head of his
cock. He took what remained on his finger and slid it to my hairless
cunny. His finger, with the added lubrication began to slip into my
tight hole. He coated the inside of my pussy with the Jelly, then moved
himself into position. As his cock pressed to my cunny hole, I could
feel the head slowly going into me. It was a little painful, but, I
lay there, motionless. He pushed again, I could feel the small head
of his dick inside me now. Instad of pulling out, Mark continued pushing
foward, going deeper inside of me. He reached my hymen, and with a thrust,
took my virginity. I cried out in pain, but, Mark was too wrap- ped
up in the whole thing to pay any attention.
He cupped his hand over my mouth to stop any more of my crying.
He began to thrust deeper, moving rythmically. Soon, it began to feel
good. I could feel the burning once again deep inside of me. My hips
began to follow Mark's rythmn, to the point that at each thrust, he
was buried inside of me. I came first, jerking around the bed as though
I were in a spasm. Mark's hand moved to my breast again, pinching at
my nipple. The pain was causing me to move into still another orgasm.
I arched my legs up. Mark pulled out only for a moment, then positioned
himself between my legs, lying on top of me. He took my legs and pushed
them upward, till my knees were almost touching my shoulders. He went
inside me again, pushing hard. He continued onward, till I could feel
his dick spasming inside of me, which made me come once again. When
he was through, he fell lifeless on top of me, both of us being exhausted.
We finally got up the strength to get up and dress, clearing up the
house just in time for my parents arrival.
It was a "unique" afternoon for Mark and I. Which
led to many other afternoon games.......
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