js207
06-11-2011, 08:20 AM
(Open to all comers; I have some ideas where this might lead, but would love to hear other people's input!)
The blonde beauty stirred groggily in her chair, struggling to open her eyes. Her arms felt leaden, so heavy she could barely move them at all as she tried to remember what she'd been drinking in the bar last night ... some sort of paint thinner, from the way her head felt, and where had she spent the night? Not her own bed, of course, nothing too unusual there - but this chair wasn't at all comfortable: hard plastic ... pool furniture perhaps? Why would she have spent the night naked in a plastic pool chair?!
As she pieced it together, she discovered her arms were indeed heavy: wrist-weights, more extreme versions of the sort fitness fanatics sometimes wear to jog, were firmly locked in place. Had she been drugged last night? A spiked drink, leaving her at the mercy of some sick bondage freak?
For a moment, she was relieved to look up and see a red-haired female standing over her, not the male pervert her imagination had been starting to sketch for her - but as her gaze took in the glossy latex catsuit and extreme fetish heels, she began to wonder if her predicament was any safer after all.
"Now, girl, you had your fun with the men in that club last night, teasing them all with your girlfriend ... today, it's time for me to teach you a lesson. You will be sucking a LOT of cock in the next few hours - or some water, then nothing, ever again. Your choice."
As this terrifying threat sank in, the girl struggled to understand. This woman was some kind of homophobic sexual vigilante, planning to force her to suck men off or drown?
Two sidekicks appeared, one grabbing each arm and lifting her to her feet easily. After a moment of terror, thinking the brutes would just toss her in the pool to drown, her captor stepped closer. Was this it? Suck these guys off, or drown?
The blonde beauty stirred groggily in her chair, struggling to open her eyes. Her arms felt leaden, so heavy she could barely move them at all as she tried to remember what she'd been drinking in the bar last night ... some sort of paint thinner, from the way her head felt, and where had she spent the night? Not her own bed, of course, nothing too unusual there - but this chair wasn't at all comfortable: hard plastic ... pool furniture perhaps? Why would she have spent the night naked in a plastic pool chair?!
As she pieced it together, she discovered her arms were indeed heavy: wrist-weights, more extreme versions of the sort fitness fanatics sometimes wear to jog, were firmly locked in place. Had she been drugged last night? A spiked drink, leaving her at the mercy of some sick bondage freak?
For a moment, she was relieved to look up and see a red-haired female standing over her, not the male pervert her imagination had been starting to sketch for her - but as her gaze took in the glossy latex catsuit and extreme fetish heels, she began to wonder if her predicament was any safer after all.
"Now, girl, you had your fun with the men in that club last night, teasing them all with your girlfriend ... today, it's time for me to teach you a lesson. You will be sucking a LOT of cock in the next few hours - or some water, then nothing, ever again. Your choice."
As this terrifying threat sank in, the girl struggled to understand. This woman was some kind of homophobic sexual vigilante, planning to force her to suck men off or drown?
Two sidekicks appeared, one grabbing each arm and lifting her to her feet easily. After a moment of terror, thinking the brutes would just toss her in the pool to drown, her captor stepped closer. Was this it? Suck these guys off, or drown?