Megan pulled her sweater over her head
then quickly squirmed out of her jeans.
"C'mon, Doug, let's get started.
Why are you just standing there?"
The boy took a step closer then
stopped. He looked hesitant, unsure.
"What the fuck is wrong with
you...?" she demanded impatiently as she shed her bra and panties.
"This place is fucking great, exactly what we've been talking about."
They had driven down from Flemington
College after making an internet reservation on "The Pit's" website.
"An underground dungeon filled with BDSM gear...$200 for an
evening...Couples Only," the ad had read. Megan had
sent the money that same day.
"Are...are you...sure, Meg?"
Doug asked.
She walked towards him on her toes,
naked and unembarrassed. Her long blond hair was falling over her shoulders
like a priestly shawl. Megan was the most beautiful girl in the school, rivaled
only her friend, Kate. She was used to getting what she wanted.
"Listen to me you fucking pussy,"
she said, poking her finger angrily into his chest. "If you cop out on me
now, you might as well crawl into a hole and pull the dirt back on top. I will
make you a fucking laughing stock. The entire school, the entire Northeast will
know that its star running back is a fucking pussy, that he's all talk and no
cock."
There was steel in her voice; it was the
kind of command tone that any policeman in the world, man or woman, would envy.
She turned and walked to the anchor
hanging from a chain in the middle of the room. Her ass was making a jerking
motion as she exaggerated her female walk.
"Well, lover, what do you
say?"
She lifted her long leg over the point
and climbed onto the metal. Once securely seated she turned her head back
toward him and blinked her eyes like the caricature of a damsel in distress.
"Help me, Doug-y. I can't do this
alone."
Doug shook his head then stripped off
his jacket and walked to her side.
"You sure, Meg?"
She didn't answer, just leaned back
showing him her amazing tits. He noticed that her nipples were hard. From
experience he knew that there was no backing away one that happened.
The anchor was a traditional ship's
anchor that had been modified by The Pit's owner. It had leather straps
everywhere and two leather-padded shackles hanging from the spear tips at its
ends.
"This thing is cool, honey,"
she said in a sexy voice. "C'mon, we always said we wanted to try this
stuff. Now's our chance. Let's have fun. Do me...start with my feet."
Doug knelt down and lifted her bare foot
up to the shackle then wrapped it around her ankle. He held it in place with
his knee as he buckled it.
"Tighter, lover," she
whispered. "I want to feel it holding me. I want to know that there's no
escape from this thing...from you."
He looked at her with his mouth open then
knelt down again and pulled the belt another two notches.
"Good. Now the other."
Doug moved to the other leg and
shackled it the same way. He paused to run his hand along her smooth calf then
over her thigh.
"Uh huh. That feels good, but
that's for later. Do my hands now."
Obediently, Doug stood up and examined
the leather straps on the shaft above her head. There were two of them, one
above the other, riveted smoothly to the thick metal. Gently, he took her left wrist
and held it in place inside then adjusted the belt, taking care this time to
make it as tight as possible. Quickly, he grabbed the other and did the same
then stepped back suddenly as if frightened.
Megan looked incredible with her legs
held open and her arms raised. Her perky breasts seemed even more pointed as
the flowed smoothly from her underarms, her nipples were red and harder than he
had ever seen, her toes were pointed as if she was trying to make herself
longer and more beautiful.
"What...what the fuck are you
doing?" Megan said, unable to turn her head around far enough to see him
behind. "Get on with it. I want all of these straps on me...and
tight."
Doug pulled his shirt over his head
and walked to her front. Megan stared at his muscled chest and shoulders, raising
her eyebrows in appreciation. There was a wry grin on her face.
"You're getting into it now,
aren't you, Doug? Starting to feel a little randy are we? It's the bondage. I
told you, it's a turn-on. I told you."
He nodded but didn't answer, just
stepped behind and put his hand between her legs, lifting her so that he could
tighten the wide belt at her waist. It was actually a half-corset with three
belts in the back to draw her waist in as small as possible. He pulled with all
the considerable strength of his arm. She sucked in her breath, gasping for air.
"That's too tight, honey. I can
hardly breathe. Loosen it up a little."
He ignored her as he examined the head
gear and gag.
"I said to loosen it up,"
her voice had grown hard. He ignored her. "I said to loosen it, you
muscle-bound freak."
He could hear the anger and the
desperation in her voice as she struggled to breathe.
The Pit's owner had cut the anchor at
face level and welded a steel ring between the two cut ends. Each side of the
ring held a curved bar, hinged on the same side. Doug studied it. After a few
seconds, he closed the bar in the back, securing it with a small clasp. It fit
snugly behind her head at the back of her neck.
"Are you hard, Doug? When this is
over, I'm going to give you a reward, honey, I going to blow you like no one
has ever done before. Something to look forward to, right honey? ...Doug?"
Her anger had disappeared. There was
now a tiny hint of...panic in her voice."
"Won't that be fun...?"
She was begging him now in her own
way, pleading for him to obey, to return to their old way.
Slowly, Doug began to close the bar in
the front then stopped when it touched her lips.
"I told you to..."
He pushed the bar inside when she
began to talk. It pushed hard against the sides of her mouth. He closed the
locking clasp and noticed that it had a screw knob for a final tightening. He
turned it a few turns. Megan eyes opened wide and she began to make sounds.
Aaargh! Mmm!
Pfh! Mmm!
He bent down and retrieved her
underpants then pushed them tightly into her mouth and finished screwing down
the clasp.
Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!
She tried to say something. Her eyes
were wide open and she was shaking her feet wildly to the limits of the shackle's
chain. It was obvious that she objected to the gag.
He cupped her full breasts, pulling them
against the bare skin of his chest, rubbing her nipples against his skin. The
anchor moved easily on its overhead chain. She had amazing tits, he thought. Everyone
on the football team thought they were the best in the school.
He moved one to the side so he could
grab the end of the tit strap then pulled hard on her nipple. Quickly, he
wrapped the strap around and tightened it hard then pulled and tightened it
again another notch. Megan eyes were rolling back in her head and her trembling
feet were making a clattering noise with the shackle chain. He carefully pulled
and strapped the other breast in place the same way. The skin was taut and had
turned a dark red. Her nipples were big and hard.
He moved to the wall and tested a
number of nipple clamps, deciding on a moderately tight pair.
"Mmm!
Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!"
"Sussh, now, Meg. You said you
wanted the full experience...called me a pussy for not wanting to hurt you...threatened
to out me as a weakling. I just want to please you now, to give you the Full
Monte as they say."
He bent down and licked her swollen
nipples with his rough tongue then clamped them while they were still wet. Her
entire body shuddered, even her head, which was held rigid by the two bars,
seemed to pulsate with the pain. Doug hesitated for a moment until her eyes
returned. The rage in them was palpable. She was fighting him now, using every
ounce of her fierce personality to convey her hatred.
This might be their last date, he
thought. Well so be it, after this they would both have stories to tell.
He smiled meanly and moved to her
back. There was one final strap to attach. It fell down from the center of the
anchor bottom. It was only an inch wide and perforated with small holes its
entire length. He could see the buckle used to belt the strap onto her waist
belt, but was momentarily confused by the purpose for the holes. He looked
around on the walls and spied the collection of dildos, some of them had tiny
thumb screws at their base.
He smiled in understand, selected a tapered
model with a flared end and rubbed it with the grease he found nearby. Kneeling
behind her, he removed the thumbscrew and pushed it up against her anus.
Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!
She reacted violently to the penetration
but the straps held her solidly in place. He pushed harder, knowing that her sphincter
would soon tire. In a few seconds it was moving smoothly into the hole. There
was a pause where it flared, but once it passed that point, it settled in
tightly. He pulled the bottom strap up and fit one of the holes into the screw
then put on the thumbscrew and belted the strap. The strap made her already
hard round ass into an object of sexual arousal.
He stood up and ran his hand along her
bare shoulders and down the lines of her back. She was trembling, vibrating
with pain and...was it anticipation? It didn't matter,
he thought, they were committed now. He spied a riding crop on the wall and
slipped the loop around his wrist. The crop felt firm and flexible. This will
hurt without leaving any marks. Megan was a champion Lacrosse player and would
be using the girl's gym next week.
The thought of hurting her sent a
shiver of fear through his body then the lust returned. They were committed, he
repeated to himself. This is what she wanted, what she had ordered.
"I found this," he said,
holding the riding crop up for her to see.
Her eyes widened. Her expression
alternated between rage and a plea for mercy. Doug wasn't moved by either. The
sight of her young body was overwhelming; her helplessness evoked feelings in
him that he had never known.
"It won't mark you too badly,"
he said coldly. "I know you have practice next week."
She continued to stare at him with
wide, expressive eyes. ...Begging? Begging him to stop, to have pity on her.
To...
No, no that wasn't it or at least that
wasn't all of it. She wanted him. He could feel the heat coming off her skin;
he could see the blood pumping in her nipples, her nostrils flaring. He had
seen that exact same look on her face the day she had given him a blow job in
the men's room; and later when she had looked up at him before bending over the
toilet to offer him her ass. She had watched him later in class, licking her
lips, his ejaculate still in her ass.
He began to breathe hard as he thought
about those luscious lips on his cock. He looked down.
His cock was pushing against his belt,
nearly protruding out of the top of his pants.
"Don't worry, I'm going to fuck
you, Megan. I'm going to use every hole you've got until it's time to leave.
But you're not going to come until I allow it, you hear. I want you to ask my
permission every time you come or I'll put you back on this fucking anchor and
make you wish you were never born."
Her eyes widened with each word,
pleading in a way that only a beautiful helpless woman can plead. Doug turned
the anchor and began to strike one of her cheeks. He could see the blood rising
as her skin quivered in a silent scream. He seemed to know exactly when to
shift to the other side of her ass, to her open thighs, to her breasts and
nipples.
Her entire body was vibrating,
punctuated every few moments with a shudder. It was intoxicating, addicting;
the crop moved harder and faster in his hand.
He knew that he would never be able to
hold back while he unstrapped her. In a flurry of movement, he unbelted and removed
the dildo. Her ass was still moving in a kind of sustained pucker when he
pushed his cock inside. They both exploded in an orgasm that seemed to go on
and on.
After a long while, he pulled out and
sat cross-legged on the ground, awestruck and humbled by the experience.
Doug kept his promise--Megan asked
permission each time she came that evening. Later, on the way home, she tried
but couldn't remember how many times it had been. Silently, she unzipped his
pants and put her head in his lap, resting with her lips worshiping his sore
cock for the entire trip.