On The Road

[Johnny B BADD]

OOC:

Johnny.
23 years old.
6'1"
190.
Long blonde hair.
Neat beard and moustache.
Blue eyes.
Handsome and athletic.


IC:

We were heading West on Highway __ when my wife nudged me and pointed.

"Hitchhiker," she said. "Out here in the middle of nowhere. Poor thing. Let's pick her up."

"Are you sure?" I asked.
"I'm sure," she said.

It had been a while since we picked up a hitchhiker, and there were always dangers attached to it. But -- to be frank -- our three year marriage was starting to get a little stale.

I slowed up and pulled over to the side of the road.
And waited while the hitchhiker tenatively walked toward us.

She relaxed a bit when she saw we were a couple, though.

She was a pretty thing.
A classic hitchhiker.
Just like in the movies.
Tight cutoff jeans.
Tight tanktop.
Socks and sneakers.
A backpack containing all her worldly possessions that fit neatly into the trunk.

Our car's a two-door, and the hitchhiker tried to get in the back seat, but my wife stopped her.

"You sit in the front," Liz insisted. "It's much more comfortable."
Liz slipped into the back, and the hitchhiker sat next to me up front.

She was a pretty thing.
Bright.
Bubbly.
With a beautiful smile.
She never saw Liz reach under the seat.

"Thank's for stopping," the hitchhiker said. "I thought I'd be stuck out there all day. My name is....."

That's when Liz reached around and slapped the chloroform-soaked rag over her face.
The hitchhiker struggled briefly, but lost the battle.
I put the car in drive.

 

[Guest]

Mmmmm......I hope you like innocent young virgin hitchhikers ;-)

IC

Angie
19
5'4
Long blond hair in a pony-tail
Soft green doe like eyes
Innocent face....and everything else ;-)

First year of college, away from home. Nieve, trusting, shy, sweet, easily scared
..........................................

I had been walking for a while and now I was getting tired. GOD....How could I have been so stupid.

It was bad enough that mom and dad had to send me money for the bus ticket home, but then to lose the ticket...Now look at me. Stuck out in the middle of nowhere and it was getting dark....God I was really out of my element here.

I shivered from the cold night air, feeling nervous as I walked, talking to myself to keep myself going....I'd hoped to reach a town before it got too dark.

The sound of the car and the headlights behind me brought me back to reality....I turned to look as the car slowed down....shading my eyes from the light I walked slowly towards the car.

I've always been pretty trusting, but shy and a little cautious. The woman in the car smiled, stepping out to great me. I returned the smile, relaxing a little, she looked so nice and friendly. The man driving was so nice too, I felt so lucky.

"Hi....it's getting pretty dark to be out here, you need a ride?" The woman smiled as she spoke, the man climbing out as well.

I smile sweetly, releved. "That would be great, I don't know the area and I hate being alone in the dark" I say softly, blushing a little at my innocence.

"Let me help you with that bag" the man says with a friendly smile as he puts it into the trunk.

"Th-thank you" I blush shyly, "i'm so glad you stopped i've been out here for a while and i'm getting tired."

"Mmmm....then what you need is a nice nap" the woman said softly, her voice soothing, she brushed my hair softly. "Why don't you sit up front where it's more comfortable"

"Oh...o-okay" I smiled a weary smile. She was nice, she reminded me of my sister Lisa. I stetched out, closing my eyes a little as I heard the car start.

"You're right it's so comfortable here" I say softly. "I thought I'd be stuck out there all day. My name is....."

 

[Johnny B BADD]

OOC: I love innocent, virgin hitchhikers.
Welcome aboard.

I'm still looking for someone to play Liz, though. Someone who likes to live on the wild side.




IC:

"You could have waited until she told us her name," I mock-scolded my wife.

She laughed, "Sorry. I'm rusty. But you know what? I missed it."

I missed it too.
Finding a girl.
Taking control of her.
Then taking turns.


The unexpected thing was that most of them wound up liking it.
Not that we cared.
We were just out to get our kicks.

"Are you sure this one is even legal?" I asked. "She looks like she's about twelve."

"She's old enough," Liz said. "Look at those tits."

I was looking, alright. They looked like they were ready to burst out of her shirt. For a small girl, she had quite a rack.

Liz loved tits. I liked lips. Full, plump red lips. It looked like this girl had something to make us both happy.

"Aren't there cabins around here?" I asked Liz.
"I remember," Liz nodded. "About twenty minutes in that direction."

I turned the wheel and headed toward where her finger pointed.
There were vacation homes in the area, but they were deserted this time of the year. Few of them had security systems, and those that did were childsplay to override.

We'd find a house, break in, and enjoy our new toy at our leisure.

Thank God for the trust funds that allowed us to live the life we did.

I reached out and placed my hand on Sleeping Beauty's thigh. I gave it a playful squeeze, but she didn't feel a thing.

"Pretty soon, Princess," I said. "First, we'll learn your name. Then, we'll learn everything there is to know about you."

"Could you turn on the radio, honey?" Liz asked. I did, and we spent the rest of the ride singing along with the Beach Boys.....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

“Sittin' in my car outside your house
'Member when you spilled coke all over you blouse
T-shirts, cut-offs, and a pair of thongs
We've been having fun all summer long...”

Johnny had always had a ‘thing’ for the Beach Boys that I never understood. They were such a contrast to the dark thoughts his mind usually dwelled upon.

I admired the girl slumped over in my usual seat, and reached over her to roll down the passengers side window, running a manicured nail over the line of her high feminine cheek bones as I did.

The night air whistled coldly around us, my fiery red hair whipping back in my face as I kept a close watch for our turn off. Hair becoming only on a she-devil such as yourself, my friends used to tease.

They probably meant it as an insult.

I always took it as a compliment.

It was exhilarating at the high speed at which we flew down the deserted highway.

“Somebody seems a bit eager...” I laughed as he glared playfully at me in the rear view mirror, “At this rate your gonna get us killed before we even get to enjoy the fruits of our labor!”

Playing my part as back seat driver and aggravating him with my chiding was almost as fun as what I knew I was in store for this evening.

 

[Johnny B BADD]

Johnny

Our guest was starting to stir when we found the perfect house.
It was way out in the middle of nowhere, miles from the nearest neighbors.
There were trees everywhere, and a place to park the car out back where it would never be seen.
While I parked the car, Liz when to work on the locks.
We had a running bet that I could hide the car before she break in.

I lost.
I always lost.

The hitchhiker was a little whisp of a thing. I picked her up and carried her without breaking a sweat.
Liz was waiting for us in the doorway.

"Remember when you carried me over the threshhold, honey?" she asked nostalgically.

How could I ever forget?
The difference was that we were both naked, and I carried her on my cock.


Bellhop didn't even stay for a tip.
But Liz and I gave him one later that week.


Our guest mumbled something we couldn't make out. Then, she opened the most remarkable green eyes I had ever seen, smiled warmly at me, then went back to Nite-Nite Land.

I set her down gently on the couch before I turned to my lovely wife and said, "Find something to tie her up with....."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Laughing at this woodsman's pitiful attempt at security, I opened the lock without a problem. Which probably meant there was nothing at all worth taking in the first place.

Johnny followed a few minutes later, carrying the girl and placing her ceremoniously on the couch.

"Find something to tie her up with....."

Starting with the tiny kitchen, I pulled out most of the drawers to find them empty. Moving my way through the almost nonexistent dining room, I grabbed the matches off the table to light a fire if Johnny ever got around to making one.

I called over my shoulder to answer him when he asked what I thought of the house.

“Not exactly the class I’m used to but it’s....um....cozy.”

The workshop/shed that was attached to the house proved to be much more interesting. This place definitely belonged to one of those do-it-yourself types.

I found duct tape as well as a short length of twine, and grabbed a thick carpenter’s ruler. Plucking a few clothes-pins out of an old coffee can as an afterthought, I slipped them into the back pockets of my snug camel-colored pants.

Back in the living room, I stood over the couch looking down at our prize. She was lovely, really, and young enough that this might prove to be more fun than usual.

Studying the radiant glow of her flushed cheeks, I got to work on makeshift bindings. I knew it wouldn’t take too long to have her under our control, then these physical restraints wouldn’t be necessary. Mere verbal commands would have her bending to our every whim.

Peeling a long strip off the dark gray roll, I took it in my teeth and tore it with a satisfyingly loud rip.

“Ah, the many uses of duct tape....”

 

[Johnny B BADD]

Johnny

I entered the room whistling, happier than I'd been in a long time.

"What, is it Christmas already?" I asked Liz, seeing how neatly she had wrapped up out sleeping guest.

"Would you like to unwrap her?" she asked, seeing the rather brutal carving knife I had found in the kitchen.

"Not yet," I said. "Let's wait until she's awake. It's more fun that way.

"Would you like to unwrap me?" Liz asked, wrapping her arms around me and whispering in my ear.

"I suppose I could use the practice," I said with a smile.
I pushed her to the couch and stood over her, seeing the unmistakable look of hunger in her eyes.
I took her skirt and raise it, revealing her sexy zebra-striped panties. I'd almost gotten arrested when I stole them, but I knew they were made for Liz, so it was worth the risk.

Now, however, I took the blade and carefully inserted it between silk and skin. Then, I flicked my wrist and sliced through the material. I switched to the other side and repeated my action.
Then, I plucked her panties away, revealing her neatly trimmed bush.

"Very nice," I said, lowering my mouth to kiss her most secret treasure.....

 

[Guest]

Mmmmmm......i'm loving the set up, you two sound wonderful. I hope you will have fun teasing me, scaring me, forcing me, hurting me......

Do you like taking pictures? *GRIN* Just a thought ;-)


IC

stirring.....slowly.....

Oh...my head feels so heavy, my mind foggy. "Wh-where am I? wh-what's g-going on?" I mumbled softly, feebly

why did everything seem so strange? so heavy, my head felt heavy as i tried to lift it....my body too, arms like lead unable to raise them....

I mumble softly my head tossing from side to side. I hear noises faintly but can't understand it.....

"M-momm-y" I mumble softly. Laughter....a woman laughing.....

Slowly my head begins to clear....I...I had went to take the bus. Yes, I remembered that now..... losing the ticket....hitchhiking, it was all coming back to me now.

That nice couple had picked me up.....i'd been so tired i must have passed out....b-but where was i now? what was going on? I try to move but can't seem to be able to.....why do i feel so weak? my head spinning....why can't i move my arms?

As the memories return a renewed fear joins them...nervous, scared....still unsure of what is happening

"Wh-what's h-happening?" My voice quivering as I speak. "Wh-where am I?" Faces hovering over me...a man and a woman.....the couple that picked me up?!?

The man says something I can't hear....the woman laughs grinning down at me.

I feel her fingers trace along my cheek, patting my cheek lightly. "Wakey, wakey little girl" she says her voice almost mockingly sweet...

"P-pl-please..." I moan softly, confused, a little scared. "Wh-where a-am I?!? A-am I g-going h-home? M-my mom....sh-she's expecting me" my head clearing slowly......

 

[Johnny B BADD]

Johnny

Timing is everything in life, and our little hitchhiker's seemed to be quite poor.

I barely had the time to dip my tongue in my wife's lovely quim when our guest decided to join the world of the living.

Sigh.

"Good morning, Princess," I said warmly. "How did you sleep?"

She started to respond, but stopped in mid-sentence when she realized she couldn't move a muscle. She panicked then, and started to struggle.

All in vain, of course.
But it was amusing to watch, so we didn't try to stop her.

Liz walked over to her and whispered something soothing in her ear, and the girl momentarily calmed down.


P-pl-please..." she moaned softly, confused, a little scared. "Wh-where a-am I?!? A-am I g-going h-home? M-my mom....sh-she's expecting me"


"You are home, sweetheart," I said. "From now on, we're your family. We're going to have so much fun."

Tears started to well up in her eyes, and her fear turned to horror when she saw the blade gleaming in my hand.

"Who's Daddy's little girl?" I asked as I stepped toward her.....

 

[Guest]

My head slowly clearing...but where am I? and why can't I move?!?

"Wh-what's g-going on?" I ask my voice quivering. No answer....laughter.

I try to get up, straining hard but I can't move.....Oh GOD!! What's happening.

The woman speaks to me softly, her words both soothing and confusing.

"I...I d-don't understand..." I say softly, "am I g-going home."

I see the man in front of me, smiling....grinning. The same man from the car but he looks different somehow. His look scares me....

"You are home, sweatheart" he says grinning at me. My eyes grow wide with fear, my head shaking from side to side, tears slide down my cheeks.

"N-noooo" I sob softly, "wh-what d-do..what are you d-doing?!?"

My words stop short as I see it in his hard, the hard cold steel of the knief shining in his hand ...oh god...

"Nooo....Pl-please" I sob out, my eyes moving back and forth between the two.

"Pl-please do-don't...noooo" I plead helplessly, my eyes catching on the woman. "pl-pleaseeeeee d-don't let himmmmm!!!!"

The woman, no longer the sweet lady I remembered from the car, she stares at me through hungry eyes, a wicked grin curled on her lips, she laughs at my fear... licking her lips. OH GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!?!?

 

[Mistress Jorja]

“I was saving this for a special occasion, but if you insist...”

I hissed in Johnny’s ear as he slit the elastic that was pulled taught over the smooth skin of my hips. His teeth grazed against me as he lowered his mouth to remove the torn fabric, but he jerked back as our prisoner began to thrash about.

Leaning over her, I smoothed down my skirt, letting out a low laugh. A laugh not only at her fruitless struggles, but a laugh of how I would make her pay for being such an interruption.

“Honey, don’t struggle, it just makes it hurt more...”

I whispered, speaking as if I had been in her place once.

And I had. But that wasn’t a story that always went over too well with the in-laws when they questioned me on how Johnny and I had met.

Perching on the hideous plaid couch, I stroked her blond hair, smoothing it away from her face. Glaring at Johnny as he waved the knife around arrogantly, I didn’t want to scare her any more than she already was.

But of course he had to be the pig headed one about everything. Subtlety and seduction were my specialities, he preferred flashing the merchandise and seeing where it got him.

Rocking back on my heels, I licked my lips, biting hard into my chewing gum in a suggestive manner.

“Dontcha worry your purty lil head off, doll. Johnny here knows how to treat a lady right...”

 

[Guest]

Eyes wide I stare at her, shaking in fear.

"Wh-what d-do you mean?!? What...what are y-you doing??!!?"

My eyes moved back and forth between the two of them.

"Pl-please don't hurt me" i sobbed helplessly still not fully sure what they planned for me

 

[Johnny B BADD]

I sighed as the bitch broke my concentration.
I was a bit perturbed.
But Liz was bloody pissed.
She loved being eaten.
God help anyone who interrupted.

Liz was pissed.
Liz was pissed.
Liz was bloody pissed.


She would take her anger out on our guest, I knew.
I couldn't wait.

"You know," I said abruptly. "We really haven't formally introduced ourselves. I am your new master. You may call me Master. This is your new mistress."

Liz settled in over my shoulder and blessed out guest with a disconcertingly wicked grin.

"How shall you refer to me?" Liz asked.

The bitch seemed confused, but then she sputtered, " As.... Mistress."

"Very good," I said. Liz and I mock applauded. "And you have a new name too......"

She stared out at us with those gorgeous tear-filled eyes.

"You're new name," Liz announced, "Is Bitch."
"Bitch, " I repeated, so proud to be here at the christening...

 

[Guest]

Scared and confused I stare up at you both. OH GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING.....

I hear you speak of Master and Mistress and tears fill my eyes, scared of what I don't understand.

"How shall you refer to me?" the woman asks me her wicked smile glaring at me, her eyes staring hard into me.

Crying...I don't know what's going on, I choke out the words I know she wants to hear. " As.... Mistress."

"Very good," the woman replyed with mocking sweetness in her voice. "And you have a new name too......"

"You're new name.....Is Bitch." Her eyes seem to sparkle as she hisses out the word. Grinning, licking her lips hungrily.

Shaking all over, no longer able to hold back the tears I break down into helpless sobbing, tears clouding my vision.

"Nnnnnoooo...plpleaseeeee!!" I pull helplessly at the bounds. "I...I have to gooooooo hoommmmeeee!! M-my m-mommy is w-wa-waiting...pl-pleaseee she's
waaitinggggggnnnoonnNNNNOOooo!!!!" crying almost histerically as I feel the cold hard steel of the knife against my leg.

The man, grinning, whistles as he runs the knife slowly along the soft skin of my lower leg.

The woman dumps my purse out onto a chair near by, looking throught my stuff....I feel the knife sliding along my inner thigh, the man close to me, grinning....I sob helplessly eyes wide i'm afriad to move.

The woman sorts through the junk, weeding out my id and some family pictures, she grins, licking her lips as she flicks through the pictures.

"Mmmm.....Angie Elizabeth..." she purrs out my name softly. "Such a pretty name....but I still think I prefer Bitch....soon it will be much more fitting."

 

[Johnny B BADD]

Liz passed me the pictures. I thumbed through them casually.

"Nice family," I commented.
Maybe we'd pay them a visit later.
Show them all the things we'd taught their little girl.
But that was for the future.
Closer at hand....

"Did you see what I was doing to your Mistress a moment ago, Bitch?" I asked, absentmindedly brushing the cold blade along the soft skin of her leg."

"Yes," she said.
"Yes, what?" I asked. She saw the icy look in my eye, and instantly knew she had done something wrong. It took her a moment to realize what it was.

"Yes, Master," she corrected herself.

"What was I doing?" I asked.

"You were..... You were......." she tried so hard, but she couldn't get the words out.

"I was eating her pussy, Bitch."
"Yes, Master."
"Say it."
"You were...... eating her pussy, Master....."

The words struggled to escape her sweet innocent tongue.
It was hard not to laugh.

"You interrupted our fun," I said.
She looked scared, fearing the worst.

"You'll have to make it up to your Mistress," I said.

Gleefully, Liz strode over to the trembling girl.....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

I took my place next to Angie, who shrunk back as if I would bite her.

Smart girl.

Almost as if she knew what I was thinking.

Smirking, I cupped one of her breasts in my hand, caressing it aimlessly through the tight tank top as I spoke.

“Now Bitch, you have made yourself a nuisance already. I hope your willing to make it up to me...”

I paused, smugly watching Johnny rock back on his heels as he took in our little performance. The words were as much for his benefit as for her detriment.

Ripping a strip of duct tape from her right arm to emphasize my point, I smiled as she struggled to meet my glowing eyes.

“...or pay the price.”

Letting out another of my infamous low laughs, I pinched at her nipple through the layers of fabric, digging my nails in hard. I pulled off my camel colored skirt, stepping neatly out of it, and raised the shiny leather surface to caress the side of her cheek with.

“Woman to woman, ya know...we might even be able to teach your Master a thing or two...”

 

[Guest]

Trembling....my whole body shaking, my eyes, wide and terrified moved back and forth between the two of them. Silently praying that something would happen to stop this....that it was all some horrible nightmare....

"Nice Family" I hear him grunt before laying the pictures aside. I Shiver at the thought of these two touching them....hurting them.

The man ran the knife teasingly along my leg.

"Did you see what I was doing to your Mistress a moment ago, Bitch?" his eyes peered up at me grinning wickedly.

I blush bright red, "Y-yes" I say softly, crying, looking away. Sobbing I try to speak..."Y-you w-were k-kissi..."

"I was eating her pussy, Bitch." He cut me off, hissing it out bluntly.

"Y-yes, Master." I sob helplessly.

"Say it." He says, his voice hard and cold. His hand squeezes my inner thigh. I feel the knife running along the crotch of my jeans.

Tears stream down my face...I sob, looking away. "Y-you w-we-were...... eating her p-ppussyyy, Master....."

The both laugh at my innocence making me shiver.

"And you interrupted our fun," He snickered as he spoke, his words deliberate and menacing.

"You'll have to make it up to your Mistress."

His words made me shiver....he couldn't mean....he couldn't...

The woman moves close to me...N-nooo..my mind screams, but no words come to my mouth. Eyes wide I shrink away from her....

Oh G-god...she can't be g-going t-to....ooohhhhhhh nnnnnooo...h-her hand is t-touching meeeeee....

Her hand on my breast sends shockwaves through my body....She fondles it gently making me sob and tremble....

“Now Bitch, you have made yourself a nuisance already. I hope your willing to make it up to me...”

My body shaking, I break down into helpless sobs as the reality of her words...of what she wanted fully hit home.

The sting of the duct tape makes me cry out...she laughs..seeming to enjoy my pain.

"Nnnnooooo" I sob, my voice a low moan, shivering.

“...or pay the price.”

She pinches my nipple hard as she speaks, fingers digging painfully into the soft skin making me cry out. Ironically my body arches upwards at the sudden searing pain...

I hear her slip out of her skirt and I shrink away sobbing...wishing I could curl up into a ball..... pressing against the couch as if I could sinking through it somehow....

“Woman to woman, ya know...we might even be able to teach your Master a thing or two...”

The man laughs, enjoying himself. The woman giggles as she speaks. A look of intense hunger, horrible lust flashing in her eyes....I feel her bare thigh brushing against my arm....

"Pl-pleasseeee...."I sob, begging them. "I ccan't! ppppleaseee...d-don't make me doo thiiisss!!" I push my body as far away from her as I can, she laughs both hands squeezing my breasts hard....her body moving over me....feeling her weight on me..

I twist my head to the side, away from her, crying histerically.

"Nooo..." I moan softly "I..I can't....i..i'm noot like thhhhattt plllleeassssssee!!"

The woman laughs a mocknig laugh. Her fingers raking down my cheek. Her voice husky....."Ooohhh, you here that...our sweet little bitch is a good girl"

The man laughs.

She twists my head back towards her, fingers scratching along my cheek, sliding over my trembling lips.

"You are whatever we tell you we are little bitch. ....understand?" She hissed, all I could do was sob. "MMmmm....And now my good little girl...you can show me just how GOOD you are!"

 

[Johnny B BADD]

I settled back to enjoy the view.
Liz never disappointed.
I set the knife on the table, sat down, and took my cock in hand and gave it a friendly squeeze.
I didn't jerk off, though.
I just needed to keep it nice and hard until Liz was ready for me.
Right now it was her show.....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

It was not so much the idea of physical satisfaction that caused me pounce on her, my hands on her delicate shoulders, forcing her to lay back under our combined weight. More likely, it was the charge I got out of having another human under my control. And having Johnny watching didn’t hurt either, I enjoyed strutting myself for him.

I reached for the knife, unsheathing it with a flourish. Running my tongue delicately over the glinting surface, I shifted my hips so the seam of her cutoffs ground into me. Drawing the biting tip in intricate patters over the soft skin of her belly, I pulled away as she whimpered.

“Scared, Bitch?”

Laughing, I lifted the knife to demonstrate on myself. The blade made a clean cut through the lacy layers that pulled taught over my matching zebra-striped bra. How I loved that pattern, it personified the wild animal I fancied myself as.

Lowering it to do the same on her, I cut away the tank top, the tattered threads of my own blouse ticking the soft features of her face as I leaned close enough for her to get a good view. Chiding her gasps of fright by raking the metal tip over her skin, I quieted her by pressing one finger to her lips.

Pressing my index finger, wet with her saliva, to my other set of lips, I arched my back to massage my already moist flesh.

“Your going to beg for a taste of me.”

I said it with a cool air of aristocracy that to even the casual observer it was obviously not a statement but a command.

 

[Guest]

Shivering, sobbing, I try to struggle free as I feel her body moving over mine, straddling me.

Shaking, my face wet with tears, I try to sit up, trying to push her off but she pushes me back down her hands hard on my shoulders. She is surprisingly strong for her size.

I feel her body grinding against me and I close my eyes crying helplessly.

"Nnnnooo....ppleasee...don't doo thiiissssss!!"

I cry out. They body laugh enjoying my fear, my struggles.

She reaches for something, pulling something out. I don't want to look, don't want to know what is happening, I only want it to be over.....

Her hand grabs my head twisting it back towards her. "Look at me bitch!" She hisses and I open my tear filled eyes. She grins down at me wickedly, grinding her body against me she holds the knife in her hand, the cold hard steel of the blade flashing in the light....

I tremble, staring at her my face a pale white, my eyes wide in fear.

"Nooo...pl-please" I sob softly, my head shaking gently from side to side.

The man standing nearby watching laughs. He watches intently, enjoying himself. I Shiver remembering how I had begged her not to let him hurt me, while now it was her I feared most.

"Scared bitch?" The woman asks, laughing, teasing me.

I watch terrified as she slides the knife through her blouse cutting it away. Her firm breasts visible to my gaze, her nipples hard and erect...I turn away not wanting to look at her, whimpering.

She laughs her voice menacing. "Mmm...and now it's your turn little bitch!" she moans lowering her body over mine. I feel the knife against the soft skin of my belly as she begins to cut away my tank top.

"Nnnnooo...NOo!!" I cry out trying again to push up and away, straining against her. "SSsstoppp pleaseeeee!!" I cry helplessly my efforts only succeeding in pushing our bodies closer together.

Her body pressed against mine, feeling her hot breath on my body. A final jerk of the knife and she slices completely through my top...the cool air hitting my breast, then the feel of her own breasts rubbing against mine.

"NNNNOooooo!!" I cry again, struggling against her "Stoppp...lett meeeeeogggggggggoooooo...mmmphhhf!"

Her hand presses against my face, muffling my cries. Her thumb pressing into my mouth. She moans hungrily pushing her breasts against mine.

Sobbing helplessly I seize struggling and slump back against the couch defeated.

"Pl-please...please let me go" I sob. The woman laughs as she moves her hand from my lips, down her body between her legs, touching....she arches her back moaning. I sob looking away not wanting to see this.

"Your going to beg for a taste of me." She moans, her words an obvious command rather than a statement, making me shiver.

I sob helplessly feeling her hands on my breasts, squeezing them roughly....pinching the nipples making me cry out.

"AAAHhhh....plllleaseeee!!!! SStoppp...wh-what d-do you wannnnNNNNTT!?! Wh-what are you going to do t oooo mmmeee!?!"

 

[Guest]

I hate to see this end...

I guess you both lost interest in this post? Still, I hate to see it end so quickly. Anyone interested in continuing or starting something new along the same lines as this?

I hope so...

 

[Claymore]

Maybe they'll be back and are just on vacation.