I think we definately all have that one?? Have to add from my mind leather gloves! smell, touch great when blinfolded!!
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I think we definately all have that one?? Have to add from my mind leather gloves! smell, touch great when blinfolded!!
Thankyou - I'm currently adding a 'kidnapping to a story that I am writing, she is blindfolded throughout and is led to believe may things about her environment even though in reality she has not left her own room (she was knocked out with drugs)
OOC: Anyone want to take this over?
Instead of answering, the men each place a hand on one of Ashley's powerful arms, marching her towards the barn in her bonds, her cleats and her socks. She falls silent as the firm hands guide her, her previous pleas and arguments simply ignored. She finds the barn much as Boss described it. She's led to the center and the lights flood down upon her. She closes her eyes, blinded, as men jere at her naked frame.
The jeering men quiet down a bit as the watch one of the handler's approach Ashley from behind.In one of the handler's leather gloves hands is a black leather blindfold,whi he expertly throws over Ashley's head.Ashley strugges against this
new form of restraint,but her leather gloved handlers hold her firmly in place as the handler behind her expertly ties the blindfold in place,leaving Ashley in total darkness before this large and once again jeering crowd.
"It's not funny!" the tease snaps at them as she adjusts to the complete absence of light. Of course, to the men she's still brightly illuminated, the floodlights shining off the sweaty sheen covering her breasts and her athletic thighs. She lowers her lovely head, taking in a few deep breaths as she tried to get control of herself. "Who's first then?" she finally asks.
The handlers beging guiding Ashley through the crowd of expectant men,accompanied by many murmurs of appreciation from them as she is led through the crowd.
One of the handlers finally answers her,saying "I don't belive you will see who is first or any of the others for that matter,Miss Tease.See we have a very special room designed for teases like you,no light in the room whatsover.Not even a glow from a crack beneath the door.Bit what is in there are some of those you have teased before.Of course the good news is they take your blindfold off in there,as you certanly will not need it in there."
The handler behind her says "Yes indeed,I was just in there and can tell you Miss Tease they have things all set up and ready for you.Looks lik it is going to be a very long night for you,in more ways than one!"
The handlers all laugh as Ashley struggles helplessly to escape their unrelenting grasp.Then she hears a the creak of what sounds like a very heavy door being opened.........
"What do you mean more ways than one?" Ashley asked as she heard the door creak open. "And you can call me Ashley." The girl, nude but for her sports footwear and bound more that thoroughly, shivered in the air. She turned around as if she expected it to do any good in her blindfold. She lowered her head and allowed the men to force her into the dark room. "Can the blindfold come off now?"
Ashley fell silent after her last question. Her nude thighs and breasts quivered in the air as she stood dressed only in her collar, her extensive bonds and her footwears. There was little she could do besides speak, take half-steps or perhaps twist a little and there was no real point in doing so. She was caught and she knew it. Her tanned, sweaty skin was cold and her nipples erect as she waited, her muscular form trembling in the dark. It was only a matter of seconds.
A man approached Ashley in the dark. The trembling, bared beauty looked at him intensely, trying to make out his features, to recognize him. "I'm scared. Please don't hurt me."
The man pressed a finger to Ashley's lips, silencing her. "A lot of masters would punish you for speaking out of turn like that, little tease. They would smack you hard, maybe give you a whipping or a spanking and then they would shut you up with a gag or a cock in your mouth." Ashley gulped as the man clamped his hand over her pretty, tear-streaked face. "I'm not going to though," he soon said, much to the girl's relief. "I want to see your big blabby mouth move as a gossipy, snotty girl like you moves it before I teach you what it was made for."
"You mean you're going to make me give you head?" Ashley asked.
"Well, what did you think you were here for?" the man said with a snort. "But you do have permission to talk a little first so you might as well say what's on your mind. I like to hear my sluts whine, actually, so, as long as my turn lasts, here's the deal. Whenever your mouth isn't gagged or filled with cock, you're completely free to say whatever you want and you won't be disciplined for the content of what you say so long as your body obeys me without struggling. Deal?"
"Do I have a choice?" Ashley asked. The man just laughed.
"Have you had any choice so far Bitch? You're like every other cock tease. Showing her shit and then leaving the men hanging. Oh, you'll take the drinks and smile a little smile and show a little more leg or tit, but in the end you're just a cock tease. Now you'll be a gang banged whore. I love it when you bitches whine and beg."
Ashley couldn't believe what she was hearing. This couldn't be happening. This had to be a nightmare. She was a flirt but this couldn't be happening. She won the game. She told the other she would meet them at the bar for celebratory drinks. HOw the hell had happened?
Ashley was pulled back from her thoughts as the man tripped her and she fell to the floor. It was a dirt floor and the dirt clung to her sweaty breasts.
"Damn you're a clumsy dirty bitch." The man pulled her to her knees by her throat. She couldn't breathe and gasped for breath when he let go. She had barely taken a breath when he rammed his thick cock down her throat. He gave her no tiome to beg or plead. She was afraid. Again she couldn't breathe. He held her tightly by her hair and kept shoving her face closer, further down his cock.
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Whatever Ashley was going to say was lost as the cock plunged down her throat. A thin coat of dirt clung to her essentially bare belly and her heaving breasts, both soaked with sweat. She made a vague moaning noise around the mouth stuffing cock as those cheeks puffed out. Brown eyes looked up into the darkness, pleading.
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She started to gag. SHe had never taken a cock so deep in her mouth. She had tried a few times with her ex-boyfriend, but she always felt like throwing up. THis man liked the feeling of her gaging on his massive cock. He was in charge. He decided if she breathed or passed out or never breathed again. It was a powerful feeling. It was power. He was enjoying her throat swalling and tightening around his cock.
As the panic grew in Ashley's mind. She knew she had to breathe. She had to do something anything. Tears streamed down her face and trickled down onto her breasts. She was afraid to anger this man. She knew he didn't car about her. The panic grew.
He wanted her to pass out around his cock, his hand holding her up by her hair. The cock tease should be punished. He might as well enjoy her punishment. He saw the snot on her lip and her tears. It added to his power. Suddenly the bitch did something he did not expect. He felt her teeth on his shaft.
He ripped her off his cock and pulled her to her feet by her hair. "Bitch. Fucking Cunt. What the fuck do you think you are doing?" He had never been so enraged. None of the sniveling little cunts had ever challenged him. After all he liked being the first man to use them. They were grateful he only wanted head. At least in the beginning that was what he wanted. This was an ungrateful little piece of shit. How fucking dare she.
He held her hair tightly. His fist balled tightly and slammed into Ashley's face. But he didn't let go. Her face, numb at first throbbed with immense pain. Her scalp felt like someone had cut it.
He hit her again this time in the throat. She gaged and gasped for breath. She could no longer make a sound. This blow was more controled on his part. He knew exactly how hard to hit her there. He dropped her to the dirt floor. Chunks of her hair stuck to his sweaty palm. He calmly picked them from his hand and threw them in her face. In seconds, the pain took her to a calm place of unconsciousness.
Having only a few hours before been a sucessful and fun-loving athlete, Ashley was now unconscious in the dirt. Her nicely muscled body was nude and her sweaty flesh was caked in dirt. Her hair was a mess and blood was dripping out of her mouth. Her arms were in a tight arm binder and her legs were hobbled at the knees and ankles. A collar was fitted snugly around her neck.
The man bent down to wake her back up but there was a bit of a murmur in the crowd. These men, none of whom could really be called good, seemed to feel he might have gone a bit far. He glared at them but eventually Ashley was taken off the floor to rest and the next girl was marched on. Her name was Elizabeth and she had been captured, not for being a tease, but for being arrogant and demeaning towards others. She was marched out in a pair of sneakers, her glasses and nothing else. She has a somewhat plump figure and short brown hair. She was bound more simply than Ashley with a simple thong binding her wrist and a snug collar around her neck. She gulped as she saw the unconscious Ashley dragged off.
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Tim
Timothy walked in behind Elizabeth. A tall, mysterious Asian with a black goatee, he wore a riding crop on his belt. Elizabeth was bent over a leather horse. Her leash was attached to her collar and then to the end of the horse. her ankles were tied to the ends of the legs of the horse.....her ass and pussy exposed, Tim takes his riding crop and lays it gently on her ass. The end of the crop had a small leather horse attached to it. He takes aim and SMACK!! A red spot appears....He strikes her again and again.....until 20 strokes of the crop lands on each cheek........he then lays the crop across her ass like a cane and SWISH!! five welts rise before he stops. His shaft is swollen and ready.
Elizabeth frowned deeply as the leash was fixed to her collar and her plump form was then pulled forward over the horse. Her sneakered feet dug in slightly as her handlers took hold of her ankles but it was no use. Her ankles were soon tied tight, the rope digging roughly into her soft, white skin. And then the crop lands. She lets out a rough grunt.Her grunts turn to sobs and then to wails as tears pour from her brown eyes under her glasses. The glasses themselves slide down her nose a little. As he prepares himself, she cries out, "Sir! Please, sir! Just one request first! Please!"
The crop lands on her asscheeks again and again. She shrieks in pain and struggles against her bonds. Tim takes his shaft in his hands and moves around to her waiting mouth...."Open wide, slut!" he says. He shoves his cock into her orofice. Then he grabs her head.
"Come on," she grumbles as he seemingly ignores her entirely. She makes a fresh effort for freedom, tugging her head back against the leash, choking herself slightly before she gives up, gasping. Why wouldn't he listen? It was such a simple thing! She gulps a little as he forces his cock into her wet, sloppy mouth. Her glasses slide forward off her nose, perching for a moment on that violating cock.
Meanwhile, the unconscious Ashley had been taken to a backroom and laid in a bed. Her bonds were removed but her ankle was chained to the bed. She was kept comfortable for now but, as they became removed from the event, her sympathy was expiring. She would not get off with only one man just because he had gone a bit over the line. However, she would be allowed some time to rest in comfort, bound only by a long chain and, as she had begged earlier, she would be bought a new uniform when the men were finished with her.
Tim withdrawls his shaft from elizabeth's wet mouth. He moves behind her at her red behind........he grips her asscheeks and presses his cock against your tight hole....he can feel her quiver.......he gives her asscheeks a pinch!! god they are so pink. I yearn to penetrate her hole.....i begin to press in further......and further......
"Sir!" Elizabeth screeched at the top of her lungs as her glasses started to fall. "Catch them!"
Ashley awoke confused and groggy. She had hoped it had been nothing more than a horrible nightmare. Yet here she was with her ankle chained to the bed. The tears ran down her face. Her throat was sore. Her head had crusts of blood on it. She was covered in dirt. She wiped off as much of the dirt as she could with her hands.
The man who harmed her stood in the darkness of the room. The room was small with concrete wall adorned with hooks, pulleys, and a extensive supply of paddles, rope, whips, and crops. The man hidden in the dark, Adam, held a black leather crop in his hands. He was waiting for Ashley to awaken. He thought of waking her with the crop, but he wanted to see the fear of her situation wash over her athletic body.
Adam should not have been there. No one was supposed to come into the back rooms unless they were taking a girl out to the arena or back from the arena. The back room was a place of rest and medical attention. Adam's rage overtook his oath to follow the rules. He would personally see that Bitch taken care of.
Ashley pulled on the chain to test it. She crawled onto the floor to see if she could reach anything to help her. God, please let there be something in my reach anything to use as a weapon, anything to get this damn chain off of me. She didn't know where she was, but it didn't matter. She did not want to stay here. Anywhere would be better than here.
Adam moved closer to her slowly. he didn't want Ashley to hear him yet. He wanted to see that look of shock and fear. He wanted that same look that she had when she was first brought into the arena.
Ashley's arms were outstretched on the floor. Her eyes scanned for anything in the dirt. A sharp crack hit her hand. It was the crop. She screamed and cowered looking for the source. "It's you. Please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was just so afraid. I ..."
Adam hit her directly on her left nipple. "Do you like it Bitch?" Ashley screamed again. She covered as much of her naked body as she could. "Do you like the pain Ashley?" Ashley scrambeld back on to the bed. It was the most distance she could put between herself and this man. Adam quietly stated, "You didn't answer me. Do you like the pain?" Asley was surprised, "No, no how could anyone like pain." The man was much more quiet than he was earlier. His calmness made her even more fearful.
"You cunt will call me Master Adam or Sir. Any other response will result in more pain. Not that you won't be in pain anyway." This cunt had humiliated him in the arena. She had made others question his place here. She had to be punished and he had to do it.