## Trick or Treat...is there a choice?

Post by putasockinit2 » Mon Oct 19, 2015 8:31 am

For young, blonde estate agent Alexis, the weekend coming was just another weekend of relaxation and de-stressing to get ready to go again Monday. Her one complaint of her well-paying, 9-5 job was the hours that seemed to take her energy away from her and leave her sleep deprived and exhausted by the end of the week. She hadn’t even noticed that Halloween was coming up in her calendar nor did she expect to participate in such an event. It was 12 days till Halloween.
That night, she sat in front of her TV catching up on her recorded programs. She was dressed in her black bra and panties with a pink, fluffy dressing gown over the top. A glass of white wine was to her right hand side, sitting on the table beside her as a bottle next to it was slowly being drained. The time was 10;30pm and she was having a well-deserved rest before bed. The TV was turned up loud, something which made her oblivious to the back door of her apartment opening and shutting before footsteps approached the sofa behind her.
Her first indication of something behind her was ultimately too late. She turned her head slowly around and immediately a rag was pulled over her mouth and nose. She struggled to try and break free from a grasp, securing it to her face but her efforts were futile. Her last smell that night was an unfamiliar chemical, her last sight…a green troll mask.
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When Alexis awoke, it was dark. As her senses began to restore she began to analyse her situation and knew she was somewhere she did not recognise. It felt like a basement, her bare breasts resting on a cold concrete floor. When she tried to move she was alarmed to find the task impossible. It didn’t take her long to realise she had been wrapped heavily from her neck right down to her feet in vet-wrap followed by another layer on top of what felt like duct tape. Her mouth contained a large ball, secured with straps under the chin, around her head and across her eyes. The only part of her that didn’t seem to be covered was her large boobs.
As she lay on her stomach, helpless ad alone she was relieved in a way to see the light flash on located on the wooden staircase down to this place. Its purpose was to illuminate the stairs but it gave off just enough light to allow her to make out things in the room she was in. Her suspicions appeared to be correct as she noted it was likely to be a basement of some kind.
Sudden, slow, heavy footsteps interrupted her thoughts as she moved her body so she could see whoever entered this room and who was behind her predicament. All she could move her head enough to see at this angle was the lower legs of the person who by now had walked right up close to her and stood over her. After gathering some strength she managed to glance up at the head in a brief movement, only to find it was the same, green troll mask.
As soon as this realisation was made her loins began to vibrate, making her moan into her gag helplessly. She was completely at the mercy of this person or thing, something she wasn’t used to. However as she saw it there was no use fighting the bonds right now. She was completely helpless and she didn’t even know where she was. They had her exactly how they wanted her, vulnerable and restrained but the unanswered question she still had was why?
As her body bucked from the vibrating sensation deep inside her pussy, she began to feel increasingly in need of cumming. She tried to gesture to the person still stood over her with her moans and facial expressions but these were to no avail. Eventually her resistance subsided and she climaxed, bucking like an out of control horse on the floor as the first wave passed. However, to her dismay this wasn’t the end of things as the vibrating continued and the figure turned around and walked back up the steps it had entered from, turning off the light and plunging her into darkness once again.
Why was this happening to her?
'Too many friends and not enough true friends'
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