Busty secretary with chloroform fetish kidnapped (needs one male abductor...)

[tanja396]

Further expansion of the story in the far future...

WARNING! SPOILER ALERT!!!

Jeremy wants to earn big money and does celebrity abductions now... Possible victims:

Linsey Dawn McKenzie:
caucasian female, end 20s
might have stirred the lewd interests of some elderly British Lords
friendly and fun-loving, always eager to please her fans
former British page 3 girl, nowadays big bust supermodel and hardcore porn star

http://www.lucylasticslair.com/avs/megas/erotic/lumegero650.gif http://www.lucylasticslair.com/avs/megas/erotic/lumegero649.gif Linsey Dawn McKenzie posing seductively in black demi-cup bra for her many fans.

Dita van Teese:
caucasian female, mid 30s
has just rejected to do an exclusive solo presentation of one of her famous strip shows for a wealthy oil sheik in Saudi Arabia - Big mistake!
loves vintage lingerie and fashion shows, slightly arrogant behaviour
former softcore adult movie star, nowadays fetish model, burlesque dancer and striptease star

http://www.lucylasticslair.com/avs/megas/erotic/lumegero007.gif http://www.lucylasticslair.com/avs/megas/erotic/lumegero006.gif Dita van Teese showing off her corset-clad hourglass figure.

Work in progress...

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[tanja396]

OOC: Hi everybody, I'm now continuing the report about my horrific (and lustful) real life experience which I'd to endure when Jeremy1, sCr3amer4u and the 'Doctor' were visiting me in Germany at the time around Easter. At the end of the last report, I was being knocked out by the Doctor with a damp cotton pad, nicely-soaked with some kind of narcotic, over my face while having a forced orgasm...

When I was slowly regaining consciousness again, I surprisingly found myself within an astonishing scenario: I was still lying spread-eagled on the luxurious bed while the Doctor had obviously been started undressing me unceremoniously. My street clothes were strewn all around me, being teared to shreds, and I was only clad with my lacy, creme-coloured demi-cup brassiere, matching thong, six-strap garter belt and seamed, silk stockings. The well-built Doctor, butt-naked and with an enormous erection, was sitting on top of my flat stomach with his tense butt cheeks pressed against my firm, natural boobs, facing the direction of my high heel-wearing feet. His throbbing dick was occasionally rubbing over the silky fabric of my tiny thong and over my soaking-wet pussy lips and engorged clit. He was awkwardly nestling around with the small straps of my provocative garter belt. sCr3amer4u was bent face down over a sofa chair just across from me. She was completely naked, too, except for the big, red ball gag in her protesting mouth, a leather slave collar, vicious-looking nipple clamps which were connected together with a silver chain, a shackled spreader bar between her well-toned legs and black, stiletto-like "fuck-me" pumps. Jeremy was directly standing behind her, his own pants pulled down, and was heavily pumping his stiff 9-inch cock in an out of her delicious pussy from behind. "I'll teach you to behave yourself, you dirty, little whore!" he angrily yelled at her and slapped her reddened ass cheeks hard with a riding crop, "You won't finger yourself again until I've allowed it, you goddamned, filthy cock sucker! Do you understand?" He was definitely giving her quite a pounding, I may say so! And she was clearly in a lot of almost unbearable, painful pleasure. Her screamed response was completely muffled by the large, red rubber ball gag stretching her opened mouth to the extreme. She was drooling uncontrollably over her big tits. When I unintentionally stirred a little bit, being highly turned on by the sex scene in front of my dulled eyes, the Doctor immediately fetched an anaesthesia mask form his huge stock of medicinal supplies and firmly strapped it over my whole face. "Sorry, Tanja my dear, but you're not supposed to be awake, right now! We're just having a little fun with ourselves and you're not fully prepared to join the party, yet. But, don't worry, we'll soon take good care of your sexy, little body, too, haha!" he teasingly said to me and carefully let a few drops of a crystal-clear liquid from a smoky-brown bottle drip slowly onto the cotton padding of the anaesthesia mask, "Now, just relax, breathe in deep and go to sleep again, Tanja! Yes, just like this... Breathe and relax... Very nice! You're doing well, sweetheart. Think of something beautiful... Breathe in deeper... That's it, good girl! You're so sleepy, aren't you? Don't fight it, it's ok, you'll only take a nice little nap. Yes, breathe... breathe deeply... let go... relax... You're my little Sleeping Beauty, aren't you, Tanja? That's it... almost gone now... go to sleep, honey... There... Off you go, down you go! Nighty night, Tanja!" I can tell you all: This creepy guy was without a doubt a real professional! This time, he used a pleasant and sweet-smelling narcotic which I eagerly inhaled. Of course, he was lewdly groping and massaging my firm, round breasts again while I was steadily being anaesthetized. I could barely hear sCr3amer4u's desperate grunting somewhere in the far distance as she was being fucked senseless by Jeremy, and so, finally, I again slipped away into the dreamy darkness of a forced slumber, curiously wondering what would happen next?

The next time, I came around again, the stage had already been set for a very special and kinky show by my wicked abductors: I was still lying spread-eagled on the vintage four-poster bed, but had been strictly tied to its wooden posts with rough hemp rope at my stretched wrists and ankle. My aching arms and legs were being painfully pulled tight by my unforgiving bondage. And I'd obviously been redressed as some kind of a sluttish hospital nurse! I was only clad with a white lingerie combination mainly consisting of a lacy push-up bra (which I wouldn't really need, but interestingly created an even bigger cleavage than I show off normally), tiny lace panties, matching four-strap garter belt with white, seamed stockings and white, 6-inch high heels with ankle straps. A petite, white nurse cap with a red cross on its front completed my sexy fantasy costume perfectly. My own, already heavy make-up had been revved up enormously, surely giving me a real hooker-like look as I was able to see very clearly in the large mirror high above me at the beamed ceiling of the ominous motel room. "Ah, hello there, Tanja, my sweetheart! Are you ready for your morning examination? Haha..." the Doctor, who was still kneeling totally naked on the luxurious bed next to me, ironically said, "Let's get started, shall we?" I was still soo weak... "Wh... what are... you... go... going to... do? Noo... I don't wa... Mmmblmm... mmpfhhh... mmblm...!?" My stumbled protest was rudely cut short when he forcefully pushed another very big, red rubber ball gag into my opened mouth and shackled it tightly behind my still slightly aching head. His blue-veined, erect penis was constantly smearing its icky, white pre-cum all over my bound and helpless body. "Now, hold still, Tanja, otherwise this could hurt a bit, my darling, haha..." he meanly teased me while he was thoroughly lubing a vicious-looking, black rubber butt plug and finally put it into place by pushing it deep between my firm butt cheeks into my invaded anus. "There! Everything's fine and in place as it should be, baby, haha..." the Doctor joyfully said to me, "And now, for the finishing touch..." With these puzzling words, he professionally attached round, clear-transparent plastic suction cups, which were connected together with some kind of plastic tubing, to my firm, natural tits, directly onto my brownish areola and swelling nipples. The plastic tubing ended somewhere into a heavy, compressor-like machine. He skillfully applied a real anaesthesia mask, which was strangely connected to some kind of plastic tubing as well, over my astonished face, carefully put a nude-coloured condom over his stiff prick dangling right in front of me ('A true, typical medic: Always prepared!') and finally shoved his rigid cock deep into my welcoming cunt, spreading my moist pussy lips wide apart. He slowly turned a metallic valve somewhere on the strange machine next to me, obviously flipped some switches and rigorously started pumping his throbbing dick into me with the full force of his well-built body: "Ahh... you dirty, little whore! Now, I'll show you who's boss around here, you goddamned slut! Ahhh, yes... Take it, Tanja, come on! I'll fuck and fill you up real good until you beg for mercy, bitch! Haha... Ahhhh... yes... You have to behave yourself, Tanja, and do as I say, you filthy cocktease! Ahhhhhhh..." I think it's totally clear for everybody now how insane this guy was! Nevertheless, I was definitely in for quite a spectacular ride: My spread anus was hurting painfully, the Doctor was fucking me like a wild animal, bringing me closer to an incredible forced orgasm of my very own with each, hard stroke of his fleshy member, the plastic suction cups on my engorged nipples were completely sucking me like crazy, creating some kind of a vaccum in which my already huge breasts and nipples were being increased even further in their size, and sweet-smelling, anaesthetic-like, laughing gas was slowly filling my anaesthesia mask with a hissing sound, being constantly pumped into it through its plastic tubing. It immediately started to make me feeling light-headed, very dizzy and, somehow, hysterically funny! At that point, I was really losing it and started moaning lustful and giggling uncontrollably at the same time. I honestly must admit: This was the best fuck of my young life so far! And again, I was anxiously wondering if I'd be able to experience my upcoming, forced climax, or would I be viciously put to a nice, deep slumber sooner? When I was curiously looking around the spacious motel room through hazy eyes, I could see with pleasure that sCr3amer4u was certainly in some predicament of her own.

To be continued...

 

[tanja396]

OOC: Hi, I've got quite a lot of private messages by people who like the role play story and share my fantasies, so thank you all! But, I strongly recommend sticking to fantasies only. See for yourself what could happen if you feel adventurous and try going into the woods all alone, girls...

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[Jeremy1]

All about me...

I suppose a lot of people think abducting women is a fun job. They probably think violent and forcible sex is enjoyable as well.

Well of course it is. What man wouldn’t get satisfaction from exercising control over beautiful women? Seeing the fear in their eyes as you move towards them with a soaked pad of dope and a massive hard-on jutting out behind your straining pants.

When you’ve got them as helpless as I make my girls, a lot of the pleasure comes from understanding the fear that seizes them, the complete absence of hope. And then there’s the sex. Now I like coming as much as the next man (actually, I think I probably like it even more than the next man, but hey..). But here’s something anyone who wants to understand me properly should know. From the very beginning of my sexual experience the one thing that gets me really turned on, super-hard and aching for action is the sight of women approaching orgasm.

When I had girlfriends (not now, obviously – never mix business with pleasure!) I always insisted they masturbate in front of me as soon as we became acquainted. Nothing pleases me more than looking at a girl working her pussy with a busy hand, middle finger sliding repeatedly over her slick clit. The way her eyes lose focus as the moment approaches; her face growing flushed and filthy words tumbling from her lips as the climax hurtles towards her. Dirty talk is a vital part of this – the prettier the girl, the more innocent her appearance, the dirtier the talk has to be. I’ve been known to shoot my load without touching myself sometimes, if the performance is really superior

However. Let’s not lose sight of the fact that this is a job. The days are long gone when I used to report to a crappy office and spend eight hours a day dealing with customer enquiries about their mobile phone insurance. I’ve come a long way since then. There’s a lot more money in my current occupation – and a great deal more sex. I also work harder. A lot harder.

Any idea how many things I have to worry about to keep a show like this on the road? The security, the planning. Working out to maintain my physique. Sourcing the sex toys, clothing, restraints. Food & drink. And, of course the chloroform, the rohypnol as well as all the more usual medications such as painkillers for those occasions when a girl’s been whipped a little too hard as punishment for bad behaviour (maybe she’s not looked as though she’s enjoying herself enough as I feed my stiff cock into her moth for the third time that day). (I have two medicine cabinets in the flat, not one like “normal” people).

But don’t imagine the bodies are ever harmed in any damaging sense of the word. I’m not in the business of drawing blood, breaking bones or anything like this. I’m a nice guy, and so are my customers. Who wants to have sex with a wreck? Nobody. And who wants to have sex with a drugged-up whore? Not my clients. That’s the specialist nature of my work, and that’s why it’s an art. To produce sex slaves in perfect physical condition, with a smile on their face and complete willingness takes time, trouble. You could call it a labour of love, perhaps.

Then there’s the business side of things. Arranging for the transfer of the girls to their final markets. Laundering the money, so that it doesn’t show up in the tax system. Keeping up an appearance of normality so that my neighbours in the apartment block don’t wonder what “the guy in number 101” is getting up to. I tell you, I earn my money, I really do.

All that said, none of my efforts would produce any kind of reward if I wasn’t good at the one thing above all else – training the girls. I think people imagine that all you have to do if you have a business like me is get the girls hooked on crack or heroin, then fuck them three ways until they don’t feel a thing. Well that’s not good enough for the clients I have. The markets I sell into require a superior product. In order to satisfy the end clients, these girls need a thorough education. When my work is done the girls are notable for several qualities. They are unquestionably obedient. They are completely versed in every sexual practice and perversion you can think of (doesn’t matter how many you can think of – I know a lot more than you do). And – essentially – they want the sex. All the time. My final products are not suitable for using by one man, or two men. The guys would drop dead after a week. But rich guys, men with money to spend, large egos and huge sexual appetites – these are the people who my girls end up serving. And just in case anybody’s wondering – women pay for my girls’ services sometimes, too (more trouble and expense for poor me – the training needs “input” from a couple of trusted female business contacts of mine, and they charge a lot for their time and expertise).

I mention all this to make it clear that like any high paying career, abducting and training girls for the high class sex trade is hard work. I’m not seeking sympathy, obviously (that would be asking too much). But I am pointing out that my high income is only possible because I work, plan, execute to a consistently high standard. One slip, a single mistake and I lose everything. Corrupt bankers might, just possibly, have to spend a few months in a comfortable, Category 3 prison, surrounded by other white collar criminals playing chess and reading the financial papers. Me? Prison isn’t an option, is it? I wouldn’t last a week.

 

[Jeremy1]

Wakey, wakey!

Now then. The chloroform is starting to wear off again. There are definite signs that Tanja is returning to life. Back to business. Time is money! A new challenge – a new beginner is in need of an extra class at Jeremy’s school for finishing attractive young ladies desirous of a career in the demanding field of pleasing horny men with money to spend….

I straighten my clothing; pull my pants and leathers up. Before the first rape just now, I’d pulled them down. From now on, I’ll be expecting Tanja to perform that service. A man likes to be grabbed. He responds to a firm hand on his crotch. He wants the girl to drag his clothes off, rake her nails over his dick and stroke it. If he’s uncircumcised, he wants her to tease the foreskin back and forwards over the knob and bring the pre-cum oozing from the tip. He wants her to reach underneath and squeeze and pull his balls. He wants her to want him. I hope Tanja can learn and understand this lesson as quickly as possible.

“Ohhhhhh…..mmmmmm.” Tanja’s eyes are slowly regaining a modicum of focus again. Her limbs are twitching and she shift uneasily on the bed, what remains of her ravaged clothing making her look more desirable still. My cock gives a treacherous twitch inside my pants but I keep my mind on the task in hand. Pleasure after business from now on.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh……” Such a long sigh. I know that sound. She’s definitely on the way back to me now. I stand up and move to the side of the bed and give her body a gentle nudge. This allows me to reach behind her and untie the cord that has been keeping her arms out of harm’s way. Don’t want the circulation to give problems. And anyway, she’s going to be needing her hands very shortly.

“Hallo again, Tanja.” My words are softer now. The rape had been a rape and called for a cold, unfeeling approach. Now I want her to experience the other side of sex. Te side that comes with honeyed words. She won’t get this immediately, of course; she’s only a beginner. “It’s going to take patience and time,” as the Travelling Wilburys once sang….

Her arms have returned to a more normal position, by her side. As consciousness begins to return more rapidly, she becomes more aware of her virtual nakedness and makes a rather pathetic attempt to cover her lower area with a trembling hand. The red marks made by the cord are very clear now, but will soon fade. The earlier look of terror and confusion has returned with her clearing brain and she darts constant short looks at my face, then away, then back.

“Tanja. You will feel better with something to wear, won’t you?” My kinder words take her by surprise, as intended. For the first part of the training, the girl needs to be constantly unsure of what will happen next. She needs to feel hope, only for the hope to be dashed, and then return again. Eventually, hope will disappear and be replaced with acceptance. After that, we can work on the final stage – true willingness.

I move to a small chest at the side of the door and produce a silk dressing gown. It’s a pearl grey affair, rather simple but very classic. Tanja looks at it with hungry eyes. I toss it gently in her direction and she grabs it, clasping it to her body. Falteringly, she rises to her feet turns to her side and puts the robe on, drawing the belt tightly round her waist. The robe fits perfectly from the waist, but is slightly inadequate above and her very large breasts push the neckline apart. This is not a problem from my point of view, I have to admit. Almost immediately her legs start to wobble, and she sits back down on the bed, from where she stares at me like a rabbit hypnotised by a light at night.

“You like nice things to wear, don’t you?” My words cause her to jump slightly. Her mouth opens, then closes. She says nothing.

“Tanja. You’ve had a difficult day, I realise that. I will do as much as I can to make things easier for you, but what finally happens, and how difficult things will be depends on you.” Still no reply.

I indicate a small door to the side of the bed head. “There’s a bathroom in there. Why don’t you get clean? It’ll make you feel better? I’m going to have a shower too. I’ll be back in an hour with some food and drink. We’ll have a talk then (I do not need to mention what that talk will be about at the moment. I know that in telling her I am leaving her on her own, hope will come alive. Can she escape from the bathroom? No. It’s windowless. Can she escape from the bedroom? No again – the door is steel reinforced. But better that she find these things out for herself. I can tell her she’s a prisoner, but she won’t believe me. That’s human nature. If she decides for herself, though, then she will really now how trapped she is, and how much at my mercy.

 

[tanja396]

OOC: Will be writing another story installment soon, but I first have to amend my report about the incidents in Germany around Easter. Oh my gosh! I've just learned that now it's not even safe anymore in Second Life for us, girls! I really wonder if Jeremy has opened a local branch of his business there...

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[tanja396]

OOC: Ok, I've amended my last report about Jeremy1's visit to Germany by now. Have a look at the expanded post no. 27 of this thread.

 

[tanja396]

Escape? Mission impossible...

'Thank goodness, he's gone!' I secretly think to myself while feeling greatly relieved when Jeremy has finally left, 'Oh, no! I'm already calling this despiteful criminal by his first name!' I allow myself to fall backwards onto the mellow bed and start crying helplessly. This can't be real! Ok, I've been having these weird abduction - and maybe even rape - fantasies for quite some time now, but they're only fantasies! I've never really intended to experience something like this for real! This is so bad! No, no, no... This is just a nightmarish dream. Come on, wake up, Tanja! But, I can't. It's all real. Coming a little bit to my full senses again, I desperately start scanning the large room I'm in. I'm still feeling myself a little bit woozy from all these anaesthetizations lately. My immediate environment really looks like the frightening inside of a vintage bordello. The dominating colour is an obscene, dull red and the only remarkable furniture, the four-poster bed, almost seems to be a rare antique. There're this disgusting painting about a raunchy sex act on the far wall, the small chest from which Jeremy had fetched the Chloroform and cotton pad earlier - it's locked now, of course! -, a heavy wooden door to the inviting bathroom and the steel reinforced main entrance door.

I have to do something now before he comes back, so I cautiously try to stand up again, trembling with my whole body. "Puuh... uh..." I'm still shaking and the whole world around me strangely seems to be spinning wildly, but I'm feeling better every second. My only clothing, the silk dressing gown, is a clear reminder of what Jeremy might have in his sick mind for me. It's not really a piece of clothes you'd normally wear around your house! It's delicately embroidered and clings tightly to my sinuous body, obviously being one or two sizes too small for me. 'He's chosen this one on purpose. What a horny son of a bitch!' are my furious thoughts about his vulgar wardrobe pick. I have to keep its small belt tightly shut, otherwise the flimsy dress would totally open up on the front, publicly revealing my naked body underneath. But because of this tightness, my huge, firm 36DD breasts are pushing out lavishly against the thin, grey fabric, surely displaying myself like a lewd-looking hourglass figure, as I can clearly notice in a big mirror in the up-to-date bathroom not far from me. Despite my smeared make-up and messed hair, I look like a high-class call girl already.

http://www.lucylasticslair.com/avs/megas/fetfem/lumegff182.gif Exclusive, high-class call girl in working attire (black corset, matching gloves, stockings and expensive jewelry) getting "in the mood".

There's a modern shower, a comfy-looking bathtub, a marbled toilette and a washing basin inside the spacious bathroom which is decorated very elegant in a more light-coloured red, as compared to the main bedroom. I can see some towels and soft washrags. And there're lots of cosmetics and make-up tools everywhere: Lipstick, rouge, eye shadow and nail polish in all sorts of colour, black mascara, different perfume bottles, white cotton pads - 'Oh, no... Not these again!' -, but, as I notice disappointed, nothing that would really qualify as a useful weapon: No scissors, no nail file, not even a single hair-dryer! There's a wooden dresser with some drawers in one corner. I carefully open them and curiously look inside... But, only stuffed to the extreme with all kinds of sexy lingerie, e.g. underwire, demi-cup, push-up and bullet bras, painfully tight-looking corsets, lacy garter belts, tiny panties and silk stockings. Jeremy's also got quite a collection of nice and expensive-looking jewelry stashed away here, too. But, no shoes at all! 'Of course not, he's not stupid!' I honestly have to admit that. I really could do with a nice, stiletto-like, 5 or 6-inch high heel right now! But, nothing! I sadly use a white washrag to clean up my dirty face a bit, still shuddering at the distinct memories of chloroform-soaked pads when the smothering washrag almost completely covers my dry mouth and sobbing nose during the cleaning procedure. I'm actually feeling a little refreshed now, and hurry back into the main bedroom. Maybe I can hide somewhere and when he's coming back, I could try escaping through the opened door? But, there's not enough space underneath the large bed which obviously would be the only place possible for such a desperate action. The steel reinforced entrance door is out of the question - I could never break it open! So, what shall I do... what shall I do? And what's he going to do to me later? Sexual training, learning to be obedient? Is this insane guy completely nuts? We're living in the 21st century now, the days of white slavery are long gone. There're no such things as abducting, training and selling beautiful women as submissive sex slaves or pony girls for money any longer, nowadays, or are they?

http://www.lucylasticslair.com/avs/megas/fetnude/lumegfn277.gif Cute, nude pony girl in training harness with bit gag being taken to a ride by her unseen master.

Will I end up in some arabian harem, or what? No, that's just ridiculous! Jeremy's just some lunatic who maybe wants me for himself like in the movie "The Collector" by William Wyler from 1965 with Terence Stamp and Samantha Eggar.

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nmGHpq7UAE/TjhLZhrzYjI/AAAAAAAAARQ/WuRaupekOKs/s320/The-Collector-Freddie-Clegg-2_t614.jpg The Collector overpowering his unsuspecting prey with Chloroform.

'Wait a minute... I think I can hear... Oh, shit! He's coming back already!' I hear his echoing footsteps aproaching from outside very loudly now. The steel door is slowly opening, he's entering now and he's brought some... "OH... MY... GOD!!! NOOOOOO..."

 

[tanja396]

OOC: Hi, this is the first part of my final report concerning the shocking events that happened when Jeremy1, sCr3amer4u and their accomplice, the 'Doctor', were paying me a visit in real life during the last Easter weekend. Have a look at post no. 27 of this role play thread in order to know what had been going on so far...

I really had to grin mischieviously under my rubber anaesthesia mask when I noticed with some kind of amusement how sCr3amer4u was faring so far. And not only the dizzying laughing gas, which had been cleverly tainted with a light aphrodisiac, was being responsible for that! 'Hihi... now... ohh... you get... hihi... what you deserve... uhh... bitch!' I was still being held in an arousing, mixed state of lustful pleasure and silly laughter by the combined effects of the Doctor's rigorous fucking and the pleasant-smelling laughing gas. sCr3amer4u had been obscenely changed: She was funnily looking like a sexy and obedient french maid wearing a tight, black french maid's uniform, mainly consisting of a frilly dress, short skirt and white apron! On her head was a childish-looking, white french maid's cap. Her fitting dress had been unbuttoned at the front, lewdly showing off her enormous cleavage which was being created by a lacy, black balconnet brassiere and her own spectacular, firm round breasts. They were even bigger than mine! 'Hell! Hihi... they're so... ohh... huge! Hihi... Does she... uhh... have implants, maybe? Hihi...' I was wondering thoughtful. Her large nipples were swollen, surely due to her constant, sexual stimulation during the last hours and the mean-looking, metal nipple clamps with attached silver chain and heavy weights, still tormenting her. A black garter belt with matching stockings and the typical, high-heeled, black "fuck me" pumps made sCr3amer4u's fantasy outfit complete. As she was kneeling in front of Jeremy with her back towards me, I could clearly see that she wasn't wearing any panties at all! 'Of course... hihi... not! Ohh... A french maid... hihi... has always to be... uhh... ready... hihi... for servicing!' And boy, did she service!!! sCr3amer4u was definitely giving Jeremy the most raunchy and best blowjob you could ever imagine! Her luscious mouth and tongue were working on his large, rigid member with great skill while she was additionally cupping and stroking his big balls and stiff prick with her delicate hands. Oozing pre-cum and thick saliva mixed together with remains of her red lipstick and heavy make-up were constantly dripping onto her exposed, jiggling tits and she was occasionally burying Jeremy's, for final relieve aching cock deep into the inviting crevasse of her incredible cleavage. And she obviously had to fight an impending orgasm of her own because a big, very painful-looking, dildo-shaped, pink vibrator had been stuffed very hard into her wet cunt, meanly giving her endless erotic pleasure as well. A black rubber butt plug was still in place inside her stretched anus and her long legs were being spread wide apart by a shackled spreader bar between them. Jeremy and sCr3amer4u were both grunting and moaning like two wild animals in heat! Slowly, this unbelievable sex show of ours was reaching its final, climatic act: The Doctor all of a sudden greatly increased his unforgiving pumping of my aching pussy, surely fucking the shit out of me, and simultanously turned a small valve at the strange machine next to me. Immediately, I could feel another, ominous-smelling gas steadily filling my anaesthesia gas mask in addition to the sweet laughing gas. "Now, Tanja, ahh... I want you... ahh... to count down from ten to zero! Ahh... Can you do this... ahh... for me, sweetheart?" the Doctor asked determined in between his hard strokes while delighted groping my ample boobs and feverishly fingering my sensitive clit, "And you better... ahh... reach your climax fast... arghh... yes, ahh... because otherwise you'll be put to sleep... ahh... oh, my god, you're so tight... ahh... sooner, haha!" 'Oh, no!' I was desperately thinking, 'I don't... hihi... want to be... ohh... knocked out... hihi... be... before I... uhh... climax!' So, I started counting, really hoping that it would eventually prolong the known process of being put under, but the disgusting rubber ball gag in my already numb mouth was making that a little bit difficult:

"T... ten!"
"Yeah, just... ahhh... like that, Tanja!"
"Ni... hihi... ne... ohhh... m..."
"Very good, baby! Ahhhh... Come on, keep counting, Tanja!"
"Ei... hihi... g... ohhhh... ht... uhhhh... mm... m..."
"Yes, you're doing so well... ahhhhh... Tanja, you dirty, little fucktoy! Arghhhhh... I'm gonna cum soon... ahhhhh..."
"Se... hihi... se... ohhhhh... v... uhhhhh... mmm... mm...!?"
"Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhh! Take it, you bitch! Arghhhhhh... Take it like the slut you are, Tanja! Ahhhhhh... Oh, my god, I'm cumming..."

Finally, this particular show was at its lustful end: The Doctor pulled out of my quivering cunt at the last possible moment, yanked away the used condom and spectacularily shot his manly load of hot, icky cum all over my exhausted and sedated body, thoroughly coating my mountainous breasts with his white semen. Jeremy fired his pasty love juice all over sCr3amer4u's sweaty face and tits at the same time while she was shivering wildly due to her own incredible orgasm! Both were breathing and grunting heavily. And then, I got my own reward for playing along and behaving properly so far, too. Another, never before experienced amount of erotic pleasure was washing over me like a tidal wave, bringing unimaginable, sensual satisfaction: "Ohhhhhhhhh... uhhhhhhhhhhhh... mm... m...!?" Then, I was falling back again into black nothingness when my forced climax and the laughing and anaesthesia gas were finally overpowering me. 'What's going to happen next?' was my very last thought, then there was only silence and darkness...

Will be continued soon...

 

[tanja396]

OOC: OK, everybody, this is the second part of my final report about my real life 'Easter adventures'! Have a look at post no. 34 of this role play thread to see what had happened so far...

During the next hours and days of the Easter weekend, I surely was in for the time of my life, as I would call it now. My three 'guests' were genuinely enjoying themselves and indulged in quite a lot of very kinky sex games. I unfortunately can't remember all of the explicit details anymore because most of the time I was being professionally drugged with some of the various narcotics which the Doctor had secretly brought to Germany with him. Don't get me wrong: Nothing of this was hard or addictive stuff and it wasn't dangerous at all, but I was being almost constantly kept in a state of lustful arousal mixed with sweet dizzyness. Jeremy, sCr3amer4u and the Doctor definately knew how to party properly! Meals and drinks were always ordered from some costly delivery services and I was thoroughly gagged or sedated when they finally arrived, so I wasn't really able to call for any help. I somehow think that some steamy action was going on between me and sCr3amer4u when we were at least allowed to clean ourselves up in the modern bathroom of our luxurious motel room, but it's mostly like a distant memory in my troubled head. I can't really remember any of the lewd details. I honestly have to admit that I never was in dire need or otherwise tempted to use my safeword or safegesture, I just had too much fun and nothing they did to me was actually dangerous or unwanted at all.

But, I can remember our final show act, just before the three left at the end of the Easter weekend, very vividly: When I pleasurably woke up from one of my many drugged slumbers, I was still lying spread-eagled on my own back in the comfortable bed as usual, being tightly bound by rough ropes and effectively gagged with my own cum-soaked panties, stuffed wickedly into my bulging mouth, and a cloth scarf around my dazed head. I was completely naked, except for a big, black, 10-inch strap-on dildo, being firmly attached to my aching crotch. It was a double-sided rubber dildo, so my own wet vagina was entirely filled with yet another, slightly smaller, black 8-inch dildo, painfully spreading my red and swollen pussy lips. This kinky contraption was being cleverly held in place by rough leather straps around my curvy hips. The most astonishing thing about all this was the shocking fact that sCr3amer4u was sitting on top of me, cowgirl-like, with the rubber strap-on dildo pushed deep into her own horny slit, rhythmically moving her broad hips and riding me like a wild bronco! Due to her rapid movements, both of us were getting quite a blast of sexual stimulation from our penis-shaped dildos. She was butt-naked, too. Only a mean-looking bit gag, somehow resembling a horse harness, was in her drooling mouth and Jeremy was determined holding the leather reins, occasionally striking her with his painful riding crop. "Come on, horse, keep going!" yelled Jeremy loudly at us while giving her quite a beating with his striking riding crop. <Smack!> Both of us girls were unstoppable closing in on the ultimate goal: Hard, mind-blowing, female orgasms! Jeremy and the Doctor, both totally naked as well, were watching us closely while leisurely wanking alongside us. Then, when we'd almost arrived at our lustful, ultimate destination, the Doctor showed off his great expertise for a final time: He quickly fetched another of these ominous, smoky-brown glass bottles from his medicinal suit case and completely emptied its contents, a clear liquid, onto the sweaty and heaving breasts of sCr3amer4u. He thoroughly smeared the sticky fluid all over her huge tits, lewdly groping and massaging them in the process. I could notice sCr3amer4u desperately trying to avoid inhaling the intoxicating fumes, now reeking from her bountiful bosom, but Jeremy and the Doctor obviously had other sinister plans for the both of us! Jeremy roughly forced her down on me from behind, firmly pushing her deep cleavage onto my blushing face and smothering me entirely with her anaesthetic-soaked mounds of milky titflesh while the Doctor was holding my struggling head steady with both of his hands. The timing was perfect: We were only a few seconds away from our forced orgasms and finally exploded into being nothing more than two quivering pieces of abused, climax-shaken, female bodies! When I had to breathe in very deeply due to this strenuous exhaustion, I immediately inhaled a big whiff of the sweet-smelling narcotic on sCr3amer4u's big, round tits, being erotically pressed into my pretty face, and promptly began losing my consciousness steadily. The last things that I can somehow remember are her equally knocked out body lying totally exhausted and motionless on top of me, Jeremy and the Doctor frantically jerking off their thick, rigid dicks and shooting their loads of sticky, hot cum all over both of our naked, female bodies in the end. Then everything was getting dark all around me. "Good-bye, Tanja, it has been a real pleasure, sweet dreams, my dear!" whispered Jeremy a last time quietly into my ringing ears with a knowing smile, "Ah, now I've almost forgotten: We've contacted MichaelinChina some days ago and have given your real life living address to him, too. You've indulged yourself in quite some naughty role playing with him on Literotica, haven't you? As far as I've understood Michael, he's going to pay you a little visit of his own during his next holiday season, haha...!"

So, what do you think? That was quite the experience for me, wasn't it? I was actually being tempted to call in the police for some time after I'd woken up all alone at the deserted motel room, but hey, I had my fun, so what? I only hope that they haven't really given my living address to MichaelinChina. Judging from his many posts at Literotica so far, I'd say he's even more severe than Jeremy1 and sCr3amer4u. I guess, I have to find out when there's the holiday season in China, just to be sure... Ok, wait a minute. My doorbell has just rung. I need to check it out at once because I'm expecting an express shipping from amazon for quite some time now. I've recently ordered the premiere season of "Game Of Thrones" on DVD! Hopefully, it's now being delivered. Ok, just a sec... Let's have a quick look through my door viewer first, a pretty girl like me can't be cautious enough, nowadays. Hmm... what the heck is this? A fast food delivery guy, obviously from some asian restaurant? He might be in his mid 50s, do they have employees at this age? And he's caucasian, not asian. Well, he's quite handsome and good-looking, appears to be very reliable. But why is he holding one of his hands behind his back? Nevertheless, I think I'm going to just ask why he's here. I mean, this must certainly be some kind of misunderstanding: I haven't ordered any asian fast food right now. I'm opening my door... "Hi, there! Are you sure you're at the right place because I haven't ordered anyth... Mmmblmm... mmmpfhhhh... mmpfh...!?" Oh my god, guys, it's happening AGAIN!!! The strange man's just dropped the delivery package and has violently grabbed me with his left hand while merciless shoving a foul-smelling, white handkerchief into my surprised face with his right hand! The folded cloth is totally soaked with some kind of dizzying liquid and we all know by now what that means: Nighty night for poor me! I... I... really try to... to strug... gle, but... I'm feeling so... soo... we... ak... Ohh... mm... n... no... I... uh... m...!? "Hello, Tanja! Greetings from Jeremy and sCr3amer4u! I met them on my way down here in England and the 'Doctor' was so kind to give me some of his medical supplies with instructions of use. Now, just relax, breathe in deep... yes, Tanja, just like that, very good... and have a nice, little nap! You know you can't fight this, so just stop struggling, let it happen and enjoy, honey! And when you wake up again, the real fun begins... Haha!!! Ahh, your eyes look so beautiful, growing heavy and closing slowly, Tanja, my dear! You're quite sexy in real life, you know that? Great, firm, natural tits... and that ass of yours, mmh... delicious! Oh, by the way, just if you haven't guessed so by now: I'm Michael, your online australian English teacher from China, saying hello and paying you a holiday visit! And I really do hope that you've got some instant noodles and rice at your home because I'm really starving right now, haha..."

'Oh, shit! Nooooo...!?'

Might be continued; depends on Tanja's ability to get in touch with Literotica.com online while being in MichaelinChina's captivity...

 

[tanja396]

Eventual further victims of Jeremy in the very far future...

WARNING! SPOILER ALERT!!!

After all these strenuous abduction jobs, Jeremy has finally time for his annual fitness test. The doctor's nurse seems to be fitting perfectly into his business routine... Instead of Disneyland, Jeremy might end up enjoying a little vacation in Toontown later on, but can he really forget about his work at any time?

Hospital nurse:
caucasian female, mid 20s
is destined to become more than just a helping hand during Jeremy's check-up...
trained, highly skilled and devoted medical service provider, always cares for the complete well-being of her patients
former escort service girl (in order to finance her medical studies), now employed at a privat hospital

http://www.lucylasticslair.com/avs/megas/erotic/lumegero358.gif http://www.lucylasticslair.com/avs/megas/erotic/lumegero359.gif Pretty hospital nurse getting ready to raise and then check your blood pressure at any body part...

Jessica Rabbit:
human (caucasian) toon, age unknown
might have become a little bit too famous and competitive for some real human hollywood divas...
sultry, but moral ("I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way!")
cartoon singer at "The Ink and Paint Club", famous sex symbol on the animated screen

http://www.lucylasticslair.com/avs/megas/erotic/lumegero108.gif http://www.lucylasticslair.com/avs/megas/erotic/lumegero082.gif Jessica in typical sexy pose, showing off her big, bouncy cleavage.

Work in progress...

http://www.lucylasticslair.com/avs/megas/erotic/lumegero563.gif

 

[tanja396]

OOC: Hi everybody, just a short information about our current procedings: Jeremy1 is actually re-editing some of his earlier story parts due to story continuity issues and should hopefully be able to write his next regular story installment during the next days. I'm thinking of ways to post a report about the events at my flat right now - without alarming MichaelinChina in the process. Till then... And please, please vote on our poll at the top of the first story page! We really like to know what you think about our role play story.

 

[tanja396]

OOC: Hi everybody, just an information on short notice: I'll be on summertime vacation with some friends and relatives for the next couple of weeks and can't be online during this time. I hope, Jeremy1 will be posting his next story installment soon...

 

[tanja396]

OOC: Hi everybody, I'm back after being some time away from the Forum. Unfortunately, it seems that my former writing partner, Jeremy1, is no longer continuing the story. He has obviously left Literotica. I'm really sorry for that. I don't know if I can continue the story on my own or maybe with somebody else. In the meantime, I want to start a new sexual role playing story with a new male writing partner. I've already got somebody for this and I'm currently looking for an additional female co-author. I've posted an advertisement for this new role playing story and some story ideas for it in the appropriate part of the Forum. If you are interested in it, check it out here: http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=43993531&postcount=2283.

 

[tanja396]

OOC: Hi everybody! I just want to inform you that my new sexual role playing story has been started by now. Check it out if you want, the link to it is included within my signature. And please do vote on my poll at the beginning of this old story, too, because I'm really interested in your feedback. Thanks a lot!