Birthday Party and its Aftermath (FFFFFF/M)

Postby Septimus7 » Mon Apr 22, 2013 8:54 pm

It had started when Shane [code]had received a knock on back door.

Going over to check what was going on, Shane opened the door to the backyard, only to be greeted with swift darkness. A hand reached out and covered his mouth, blocking off his scream of shock. Quickly, something was put over his eyes, and his arms and legs were grabbed by unseen assailants.

He felt himself carried back into his house, even as excited whispers drowned out his muffled yells.

“Got him!” Someone remarked gleefully. Shane recognized the voice. It was someone from the university in their home city. Shane was in his first year doing a history degree to prepare for law school.

“How are we gonna get him to the car?” Someone else asked. Shane recognized that voice too.

“Don’t worry it’s getting dark, and it’s still cold outside, they won’t notice a thing. His parents are out for the weekend and won’t be back until Monday, I heard him say that to one of his friends two days ago,” the first familiar voice replied.

“Let’s just cuff him for now,” someone said. Immediately, Shane felt cold metal click shut over his wrists and ankles. A much larger pair of handcuffs were attached to his forearms, forcing him to keep them close together instead of struggling. Cloth which tasted foul was thrust into his mouth, causing him to almost retch at the taste. He tried to spit it out but then something else was shoved into his mouth. It packed the cloth further in, so that the taste went down his throat, much to his own disgust.

Feeling someone click the gag behind his head, he realized that it must be a ball gag or something.

He felt himself be picked up by four pairs of hands, and they hurriedly carried him out of his house. He heard one use the key to lock the door behind them before he was stuffed into the trunk of a car. Suppressing laughter, the girls’ noise was suddenly stopped when the trunk slammed shut.

All that Shane could hear now was the sound of the engine, and he felt the car move forward. In the back of his mind, he tried figuring out what was going on and who was responsible for this. He tried moving around but the cuffs kept him firmly in place. The taste in his mouth was driving him crazy, and he was still in utter darkness because of the blindfold.

Eventually the car stopped, and Shane heard the trunk open. He was grabbed and pulled out of the car. Quickly, the women carried him into a building. He heard the door slam shut behind them as he was suddenly thrown through the air. He landed on something which felt like a couch or a sofa.

“How long do we have until she gets here?” Someone asked.

“About two minutes, so we’ll just have to leave him the way he is. We’ll take care of that when Lacey gets here.”

He heard them scurry all around the place, seemingly setting everything up for Lacey, whoever she was. He heard plates, drinks, and chairs being set up, and he wondered for the umpteenth time just what the hell was happening.

Suddenly one of the women called out, “She’s here!”

Shane felt himself picked up and thrust into a revolving chair, his arms un-cuffed and re-cuffed behind the chair. A blanket was thrown over him and he was wheeled into another room.

He heard the door open, and an eruption of “Surprise!” and “Happy Birthday!” came from the next room.

He felt a shudder go down his spine. What sort of birthday was happening here?

After a few minutes of small chat, he heard a voice say, “Oh, and you remember what we always joked about doing one day? Consider this your ultimate birthday gift.”
Shane struggled again in a desperate bid for freedom.

The door to the room opened, and as one girl gasped, the blanket was thrown off of him, and his blindfold taken off. Thus was he finally able to see his captors.

Olivia, Chantal, Kelly, Tina, Lacey, and Erica were all young women at his university. They shared at least one of his classes, and a few of them were actually a year ahead of him. He had known that some of them were friends, but he hadn’t realized that they made up a group. Then again, he didn’t realize that they were into bondage either.
Olivia was in the same program as he was. He didn’t know her that well apart from the occasional conversation. She was tall, blonde, and was the sort of weight that insecure people would wrongly consider to be fat. She stood next to Erica, who was an average looking girl with curly brown hair to her shoulders. She was also in a few of Shane’s classes, and it baffled him to recognize them as his kidnappers.

Lacey was a shorter young woman about a year older than Olivia and Erica. She was red-haired, with neat-featured face that gave her an air of maturity. Now, however, she seemed very childish in her discovery of her ‘present’.

Kelly was a brunette, like Erica, though she was shorter and more curvy. She had been in Shane’s first class of the school year, and had been his study partner on a few occasions. Now she was standing with the others, smiling proudly of having captured him.

Tina was Lacey’s age, and they had both shared one class with Shane due to his having taken a second-year course the previous semester. She had a round, Oriental face with high cheekbones and silky black hair that she cut short for convenience.

Chantal rounded out the group, as she had seemed to be the leader of those that had kidnapped Shane. A close friend of Lacey’s, she shared another class with Shane in the current semester they were in. She was around his height, with wonderful curves like Kelly. Her black hair was very curly, and she wore it in a ponytail.

Shane had secretly lusted for Chantal ever since he had first seen her. He had always wanted to see her dark, ebony-coloured body without any clothes on. He wondered if her large breasts were truly as weightless as they seemed, or if they drooped without a bra on. He wasn’t sure, but he had never dared to reveal his desires for her. She had always seemed on another planet as far as he was concerned.

Now, however, she and the others had taken him captive, and he was utterly helpless. He tried to squirm loose, but there was no way. He was in for a very strange and wild night.

The birthday girl- the one named Lacey- squealed with delight as she gazed at Shane, “I don’t believe this! Are you all crazy?”

“Maybe, but we’re all still gonna have an amazing time tonight!” Tina said, prompting laughter from the others.

“Take him out of those cuffs and make him comfortable, girls.” Chantal ordered.

This was certainly a code, for what happened next hardly added to Shane’s comfort. After they had removed the cuffs from his arms, they removed his t-shirt and pants over his muffled protests. He was left ball-gagged in nothing but his socks and boxers. With five of the women taking him to the short table in the living room, they placed him on his front, tying his hands at the two corners in front of him. With his arms thus secured to the legs of the table with rope, they did the same with his legs.

Shane didn’t try to struggle too much for fear of knocking the table – and himself- over.

Tina suddenly leaned into his field of vision, which was almost level with the table, “We don’t want to make a mess here. Our landlady would be furious if we end up getting crumbs all over this nice floor.”

“So you stay still as you can, or else” Chantal started, and just as she finished speaking, something struck Shane’s buttocks. “Mmmph”ing his discomfort, Shane realized that he had been hit with a horsewhip. The boxers he was wearing did little to protect him from the sting. Giggles emerged as the girls took turns spanking him with the whip, even as others put cold plates of food on his back and shoulders. Shane tried not to flinch for fear of knocking the plates off, but the girls were taking a great interest in punishing him with the whip.

At one point, Chantal walked around to his vision while someone- Tina or Kelly maybe- was taking their third turn with the whip, “How does that feel, honey?”

Shane “mmmmmph”ed angrily at her, while still trying to keep absolutely still. His rant was broken by his yelps when anyone whipped him, which they did more frequently as he kept trying to communicate.

Chantal leaned in and smirked, “What’s the matter, Shane? Want to go run home and picture me naked like you obviously do in your spare time?”
Shane’s eyes widened in horror.

Ignoring the laughter, Chantal leaned in closer, “I know how you’ve been looking at me, you thought I wouldn’t notice?”

“I bet he’s wishing otherwise now,” Kelly said, smirking.

“What are you talking about? He’s totally into this stuff, look at that bulge.” Lacey pointed out, laughing.

Shane was indeed turned on in a strange way, but despite his manhood’s response to the situation, he didn’t feel particularly excited for the moment. He was currently being held captive against his will for a party where they would do who knows what to him. Shane had wondered what bondage must be like in real life, but this was reality, and he had not imagined it would be like this.

Judging on the women’s smirks and giggles, they had something sinister planned.

Re: Birthday Party and its Aftermath (FFFFFF/M)

Postby Nuclearo » Wed Apr 24, 2013 9:53 pm

Great so far, can't wait to see what they have planned!
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Re: Birthday Party and its Aftermath (FFFFFF/M)

Postby Septimus7 » Sat Apr 27, 2013 9:49 pm

As they set up the food, Tina patted Shane’s cheek, “By the way, I hope you’re enjoying my panties. I wore them to the gym for three days in a row just for this occasion.”
This prompted laughter from the others. Lacey called out, “That is mean, honey, speaking as someone who’s been there.”

‘They must do this with each other too,’ Shane thought, but the thought was fleeting due to his determination to stay still.

The girls then sat around and began enjoying the food which was presented on their new table cover. In between bites, gossip, jokes, and music being played, all six of the partiers would offer a slap or a pinch to their captive. Shane would invariably flinch, which led to more rounds of whipping.

Shane could tell that these women were getting more drunk in their enjoyment of the evening, as they began to find any little excuse to whip him, and their laughter escalated as time passed. Shane wasn’t sure how much time had elapsed; he had stared for so long at the one side of the room that he swore it was memorized in his mind.

After what he could have guessed was the twentieth whipping session they’d had for tickling his feet, the women decided that it was time to clean up before anything else was done with their ‘toy’.

Lacey, now wearing a plastic tiara as the birthday girl, gave new orders to her friends.

Giggling, Erica and Kelly untied Shane’s hands, as well as his legs, tying them together with more rope. Shane was hobbled in a way so that he could only move around by using his bound arms as a single crutch. His legs, folded and bound together, served to slow him down.
After some goading with the whip, he tried to hobble around the floor much to his captors’ amusement. When he had practised for a couple of minutes, Olivia suddenly approached him with a miniature saddle, strapped it to him, and sat on his back with the whip in hand, as though she were a grand lady out riding the countryside. The sight reduced the others to more laughter.

Suddenly, Chantal took out her phone and began taking pictures. As Shane began to wildly protest and plead with them, he was forced to focus on ‘galloping’ around with Olivia on his back. After she had made him go around the floor twice, of course, the others began to volunteer for a pony ride.

Pushing Olivia off of Shane, Lacey remarked that she was the birthday girl, and she wanted to do it right. Going over to a box that had been brought into the main room, Lacy pulled out something that Shane never imagined he would see, let alone wear.

The bit gag was fashioned after a horse’s bridle, and their version even had reins attached for the girls to pull on. Immediately, Chantal went over to Shane and undid his ball gag, putting a hand over his mouth to prevent him from spitting out the panties, “Let’s keep those in there for now, boy. You seem to enjoy having them.” With that, she inserted the bit gag, intentionally pulling Shane’s lips over the bit to begin the primary function of such a gag.

As if on cue, Shane began to feel drool run down his jaw and chin, even as Lacey sat herself in the saddle and tugged on the reigns with one hand while whipping his butt with the other. Dutifully, he hobbled along, much to the encouragement of the others. Shane could also hear Chantal taking more pictures, remarking that this would make the best album ever.

After Lacey went Tina, who found the ingenious way of whipping his sides as well to prompt him onwards. After Tina went Kelly, then Erica, and finally Chantal.
“You know,’ Lacey remarked slyly, “He really is a cutie. Where did you find him?”

“He shares a bunch of our classes,” Kelly replied. “We talked a bit about fetishes once when we went out drinking one Friday night, and he said he’d always wanted to try out bondage.”
The others began laughing, even as Shane struggled to remember that conversation. He must have been drunker than he’d realized that night, because he thought that he’d never breathed a word of his interest to anyone.

Kelly continued, “I figured I’d just keep quiet about it, because we were planning on hiring someone to be our toy, but then I remembered Shane and decided to give him a night that he’d never forget while he becomes our personal toy.”

Chantal, who was riding on his back, suddenly grabbed a fistful of his hair, “Kelly also told me that you’d gladly have wanted to try out some bondage with me, isn’t that right, sexy?”

“Mmmphssshhhh!” Shane said frantically, wincing from the strain on his scalp. How much had he said while out with Kelly that night? Was this Chantal’s plan for torturing him especially hard?

Chantal let him go, patting his shoulder like he was her favourite horse, “I hope you like your wish coming true.” She giggled and got off his back, “So what now, birthday girl?”

Lacey cocked her head to one side, as though this were a serious debate and she was considering her answer carefully. The mock suspense and drama led to further mirth amongst the guests.

Erica brought up a good point, “Well, he did leave a mess in the other room. He should clean that up. I think we have a special tool for that.”

“Of course! And I think we can make this even more interesting!” Lacey said, and she began whispering to the others what they would do.

Grabbed by the others, Shane was forced onto his knees as before, but his arms were untied and the bit gag removed as well. He was finally allowed to spit out Tina’s panties as long as he stayed silent. Erica and Kelly held his arms behind him as two others bound his arms together at the wrists, forearms and elbows. This left him unable to move his arms at all, and forced him to push out his chest. Taking advantage of this, Tina placed a clamp on each of his nipples. Even as Shane opened his mouth to protest, Olivia covered his mouth and reminded him that they were recording this and would release it online if he didn’t shut up.

Chantal pretended to look away out of modesty, “Oh please! Do cover those up!”

On cue, two of the girls suddenly began putting a bra on Shane’s bare chest, much to his horror.

“Kelly, you really are a gem for lending Shane your bra, but I don’t think he’s your cup size.” Tina pointed out.

“We can change that,” Kelly remarked, and emerged in front of Shane, stuffing socks and bits of cloth into the bra so that it filled out. She had clearly taken off the bra she had been wearing, and as such, Shane noticed her nipples through her thin t-shirt, and was unable to control his arousal. Noticing this, the girls squealed with laughter.

“What’s the matter, Shane? Is this another fetish you’ve been hiding?” Kelly teased. All the women knew what had caused his arousal, but allowed Shane to protest wildly into Olivia’s hand.

“He talks way too much.” Olivia remarked, “Let’s get him his tool.”

A few seconds later, she removed her hand, and another pair of equally used panties were thrust into his mouth. A muzzle gag was placed over his stuffed mouth and locked at the back of his head. What got Shane’s attention, however, was the feather duster attached to his gag.

However, he didn’t have long to focus on that, because Lacey suddenly skipped over to him and placed a platinum blonde wig over his hair, pausing to play with Shane’s ‘breasts’. This put further pressure on Shane’s nipple clamps, but his gag was such that almost no sound came out of him.

Chantal approached Shane slowly, looking him up and down, “You know, if we gave him a make-over, he’d be a pretty hot chick. Well, except for this.” With that, she took out a pair of scissors, and cut away his boxers. The girls squealed as Shane stood fully naked in front of them. He was so mortified and embarrassed that he could do nothing for a moment.

A crack of the whip on his bare buttocks put an end to this, “Clean up the table, bitch!”

Even as Chantal’s authoritative voice rang out, Shane meekly stumbled forward, forgetting that his nakedness was on full display. He struggled to use his feather duster gag to clear away crumbs and leftovers off the table, into a dustpan held by Erica. The feather duster was taken off his gag and replaced with the same dustpan, and he was ordered to empty it out. As he hobbled his way to the garbage can, one of the girls struck him with a whip or a wooden paddle, which caused him to spill the contents of the dustpan onto the floor. This caused the game to start again, with Shane constantly being unable to complete his task.

However, it was Chantal who stopped the round of games with a sudden comment.

“You know, I’m thinking this party needs something new to the mix.”

Shane noticed a different tone to her voice. There was certainly amusement, but there was a new layer of emotion. With a jolt, he realized that she was becoming genuinely aroused by these bondage games.

Lacey laughed out loud, “Honey, you’re not serious!” Though Shane could tell that she was aroused too, and seemed happy to hear Chantal admit it first.

Chantal went over to the box, “Let’s have some real fun.”

Heading back over to Shane, she took off his bra, wig and gags, replacing the latter with a strip of duct tape over his mouth. That done, she added a posture collar to Shane’s neck, forcing him to stare straight ahead. There was also a leash attached to the collar.

Led by the leash, Shane was brought to the next room, which had been lovingly furnished with a punishment device that shocked him.

A pillory.

It was fashioned in the style that he’d always envisioned what a pillory looked like. Except that it had been lowered to nearly the ground. Shane wondered what they had in mind for the next round of torture-games.

Chantal smacked him with her paddle, “Kneel down, slave.”

Even as the others laughed in anticipation, he was led forward to where the pillory stood, and his hands were untied. Forced onto his knees, Shane had bend over so that his butt stuck out behind him. This led to catcalls and cooing from the others, even as Chantal locked his arms into the pillory, yet left his head and neck free. Shane wondered why this was, and was even more puzzled when his gags were removed. As soon as this was done, Chantal put a blindfold back over his eyes. He was plunged into darkness, and unable to use his hands or feet.

“Right ladies!” Chantal remarked, “It’s safe to strip down! Our bitch can’t see anything.”

Giggles erupted, and Chantal’s voice lowered itself to Shane’s ear, “You won’t need your eyes for what’s coming up next.”

Shane dared not say anything, for he feared a worse punishment than what was already coming up.

Chantal spoke again, “You’re going to be a gentlemen and eat out some pussy tonight. You’re going to eat pussy better than you ever have or will again in your life. We want it done properly and in good time. One false move and we might consider keeping you all day tomorrow as well and posting some videos online! Got it?” Shane nodded fearfully.

“And don’t forget, Shane, no messes!” Lacey added, providing more laughter.

While he couldn’t see, Shane suddenly felt the presence of another person in front of him. As they sat down near him, a more unique scent came into his nose, just before a woman’s vagina was thrust up to his mouth, “Start.”

Shane began carefully, making sure to build up the momentum. Based on the woman’s gasps, he seemed to be doing alright. This encouraged him, and he thought he finally had a chance out of this.

Suddenly, Lacey called out, “Baby, what the hell are you doing?!” Shrieks of laughter began erupting again from the others.

Chantal’s voice spoke out as Shane did his work, “You know, I’ve had some really rough boyfriends in my life, and I’ve always wanted to be on the other end of a good doggy-style!”

Just as she said this, Shane felt a finger rubbing some sort of paste on his most vulnerable spot. Pausing from what he was doing, he cried out in shock. This was followed by a yell of pain as several whips and paddles began hitting his back and sides.

“Did we tell you to stop?” Tina demanded. Shane hastily resumed what he was doing, even as a dildo was gently but firmly pushed inside of him. The lubricant helped make it easier and less painful, but it was nevertheless a shocking experience for Shane.

As he continued, trying to ignore the penetration, Chantal began thrusting. It was very slow at first, and she began grunting out comments that guys must have said to her when she had been in Shane’s position. She placed heavy emphasis on the macho sounding phrases, prompting peals of laughter from her friends. Pictures were taken, and at one point, Kelly remarked that she’d got a video started. Chantal played up to her audience, calling out stereotypical guy talk to Shane while thrusting hard and scratching his thighs with her nails as she gripped him for support.

Shane continued building up to providing an orgasm, probing his tongue into the woman’s vagina. Whichever one of them she was, she began to moan louder. Shane couldn’t help but notice that Chantal’s thrusting got more and more forceful, picking up speed. Her breath quickened, and he could tell that she was giving herself her own sort of orgasm.

Chantal suddenly leaned over and whispered in his ear, “No point trying to turn us in, neither. You don’t have any proof against us, and I don’t think you really regret how this night’s turned out.”

In the middle of his desperate attempts to perform under pressure, Shane knew that it was true. It enraged him that Chantal knew him so well and had used that all against him. However, he couldn’t respond properly, nor did he want to try and risk more punishment.

“Take it, bitch!” Chantal gasped as she thrust her strap-on harder into Shane’s anus. Moaning, Shane continued eating out the woman in front of him. When she finally came into his mouth, he made sure that he swallowed everything, as he had been instructed to do. There was a pause, and the woman he’d serviced was replaced with another. All the while, Chantal continued thrusting, slapping his legs as she rode him harder and harder.

Suddenly she gave a cry of pleasure, and her thrusting stopped as she enjoyed her orgasm. Almost oblivious, and numb from what had happened, Shane continued to service the private lady parts which he couldn’t see in front of him. The smell seemed permanently stuck in his nose, and despite his efforts, juice from the different women stuck to his face and dripped down his chin. Finally, the last of them finished, and Chantal pulled the dildo out of Shane’s backside. A few seconds later, before he even had a moment to sob in relief, Shane felt a presence in front of him.

“My turn, bitch,” Chantal ordered, and Shane felt a hand grab him forcefully by the back of the head and force him to begin tenderly licking Chantal’s quivering vulva. He felt her begin to moan again, and an amused voice called out, “Keep going, Shane! If you ruin it now, you’re done for!”

Redoubling his efforts to prolong and intensify the experience as best he could, Shane planted kisses and soft nibbles along her vulva, pausing to probe his tongue inside her. Her grip on his hair tightened, making him wince, but finally, she climaxed.

Shane, having all the while been unable to see anything that had transpired, dutifully swallowed the juices that poured out in the midst of Chantal’s ecstasy. As soon as she was finished, he felt his hands unclipped. His legs felt wobbly from the rough doggy-style he’d been subjected to by Chantal, and so was carried back to the main room. He was too dazed to resist, even when someone buckled a penis gag onto him and bound him into a very strict hogtie with the ropes and chains that had been laying around from their evening of games.

That seemed to be the end of their games for the moment, because the group’s sounds faded off away from him, leaving him to recover from the experiences he’d had, even as he was strained in their hogtie.

Suddenly, Chantal’s voice came up to him, “It’s getting a bit late, even for us, so we’re gonna give you a break.”
After all they had done to him, this certainly felt like a break, Shane vaguely thought.

“By the way,” Chantal added, “You and I don’t stand a chance together outside of this party, but you make for a great toy.” She gave a low giggle into his ear- Shane felt himself stiffen- and he felt her soft lips caress his cheek in a gentle kiss. Then she leaned up to his ear again, “You know we’re all still pretty much naked. Do you want that blindfold off so you can see some goods? Would that make you decide to not press charges?”

Shane nodded slowly, knowing that this is the answer she wanted.

“Tough, bitch.”

Chantal slapped his very sore buttocks, prompting a yelp of agony from Shane. Giggling, Chantal walked away from him and joined the others as they chatted and gossiped over drinks and music.

Time passed on, though how much was completely lost to Shane. The sounds eventually faded away, as the girls seemed to be preparing for sleep. He heard the place being cleaned up, and received the occasional slap as a girl passed. A few “Good night, Shane”’s were called out, prompting giggles from the others. Shane stayed quiet, refusing to offer any more enjoyment for his captors. Eventually the lights went out.

He lay bound and gagged, barely able to move, sore from the treatment he’d gotten this long night.

Suddenly he felt someone’s presence. Erica’s voice sounded, “It’s 4 in the morning, you should go home and get some rest.”

Shane felt his arms and legs untied, the gag taken out of his mouth, and his blindfold taken off. Erica was in front of him, wearing long pajamas, her short hair disheveled.
He was finally free, but after all the torture he’d been put through, Shane was too weak to even get up by himself. He didn’t trust his legs at all, and he simply lay there, glaring balefully at Erica.

Her matter-of-fact face melted into one of mild sympathy, “I know you had it rough, and we made you do some crazy shit, but we’ll make sure nobody knows apart from us. And besides, you had some fun too, don’t even deny it.”

That was the rub. Shane couldn’t deny it. Being held against his will had aroused something in him. Despite the kidnapping, the humiliations, and the pain, he truly had never felt so alive. Somehow it felt so wrong, though, like he shouldn’t forgive what had been done to him.

Erica bent down and ran her hand through his hair, “You gave me an amazing night that I won’t forget, so I’m gonna repay you with a favour. I’m going to help you get your revenge.”

Revenge? The idea had seemed so impossible to Shane before, but now that Erica was offering to help, he began wondering what she could be referring to.

She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “Which of them would you like to have as your captive for a night, no exceptions. Any of them you want, and I’ll make it happen, you’ve earned the right to dominate one of them.” Erica paused, waiting for his answer.

And Shane, his hour come at last, hoarsely whispered his answer, “Chantal!”



TO BE CONTINUED

Re: Birthday Party and its Aftermath (FFFFFF/M)

Postby Septimus7 » Fri May 03, 2013 12:29 pm

TO BE CONTINUED

After Erica had let him go, she had helped him into her car and had driven him back to his house, making sure he was safe before leaving. He then spent most of Sunday lying in bed, thinking about everything that had transpired.

After that, he resumed his studies in the meantime, acting like nothing had happened at all that fateful night. Certainly some people had noticed he was walking different, and had some bruises on his face and arms, but he simply answered that he’d gotten into a fight over the weekend at the bar. Since something like that had actually happened to him before (he had fought a violent drunk trying to assault his ex girlfriend) people took his excuse at face value and left it alone.

The memories still welled in him though. He couldn’t forget the torture, the whipping, the penetrations, the laughter. He couldn’t quite figure out how he felt about it all. He felt angry at the domination that had essentially been done against his will, yet he had experienced things that he never dreamed would happen to him. It left him very unsure about the experience, except for one thing.

His revenge was coming.

The girls, true to their word, hadn’t said anything about it, nor had any pictures leaked. It seemed to truly be something personal for them that they felt solidified their intimacy. And they had Shane to thank for it, partly. As such, they seemed to be much nicer to him. Whenever Shane passed one of them in the halls or caught their eye elsewhere, they would give knowing smiles and wink, or give him a polite but warm greeting. Shane tried to react indifferently, but that was hard when he thought so often about what had happened.

It didn’t hurt that Erica had begun hanging out with him more often. On the first day of classes since the weekend, she had asked him how he felt, and made sure he was feeling better. Her concern was genuine, and it seemed that she was a representative from the others to ensure that Shane wasn’t truly damaged from that night. They might have had a wild time, but they didn’t want anything really bad on their conscience. Shane found that petty, but he knew that he was himself conflicted about the whole thing so he took it in stride.

Erica and he then began studying together, as they had a few classes together. Shane found it interesting how comfortably they seemed to get along, though it was worth noting that a special connection existed between them. He had, of course, given her oral sex while tied up and blindfolded.

Erica confirmed that fact one evening when Shane nerved himself to finally ask.

She had giggled, “Hell yeah, I was one of them. You went down on all of us! And since we’re talking about it, you should know that you did it better than any guy I’ve ever been with before.”

The compliment, while given over the weirdest of contexts, was flattering all the same.

Shane quickly looked back to his books, trying to hide the broad grin threatening to reveal itself, “It’s kind of blurry, to be honest. Chantal might have had something to do with that.”

Erica gave a laugh at his last sentence, delivered as a wry joke.

Shane thought of the girls reviewing his sexual skills, and it felt so bizarre that he just had to laugh as well.

Speaking of all this had made him remember what Erica promised him before she’d taken him home. Chantal would be his victim, and would feel his revenge by being his sub for a night.

Erica confirmed that she was waiting for the right time, as she didn’t want to inconvenience people’s school schedules. Plus it would be easier if Chantal wasn’t expecting anything, and if Shane was going to truly get his vengeance, he needed some tips beforehand.

Erica spent a few times over the weeks giving him lessons on how to be a dom. For his part, he began looking up methods online, studying what he could do safely. She even brought him some of her own bondage equipment and toys in preparation.

“Try some of your methods on me, but not the whole way,” Erica instructed. She directed him as he simulated what he would do and how he would do it. The pretend never went beyond what it was, though Shane couldn’t help but think that he could have taken his own revenge against her a few times. Of course that would jeopardize what he really wanted.

Chantal treated him pretty much the same as she had always done, but with a much more knowing attitude, and an occasional glimmer in her eye. He was still incredibly shy around her and didn’t attract attention to himself, but when they were in the same room, he couldn’t help but feel like she was watching him closely for another opportunity to kidnap him and have her way. It was a role reversal unlike anything his fantasies or his reality were prepared for.

Eventually it came time to do mid-terms. Shane buried his head in his studies, forgetting about what had happened or what he was planning. School was more important, especially in these times. He saw very little of Erica, but that was because she was studying too.

Lucky for Shane, most of his mid-terms would be finished before their break, so he was looking forward to relaxing after studies.

On the last day of school before break, Shane went home. His parents were going on another business trip and so he was planning on resting, maybe asking Erica for another practice session just to recap what he was planning.

Using his key, he opened the front door and walked in.

“Glad you’re done mid-terms?”

Shane jumped back in his shock. Erica was sitting on the couch, as though she had been patiently expecting him.

“How did you get in here?” Shane asked while recovering from his mini-heart attack.

Erica smiled, “You left one of the windows open by mistake.”

“Hey there, sexy.”

Turning around, Shane saw Lacey emerge from the kitchen, a cold drink in her hand. Ignoring Shane’s shocked expression, she sat down next to Erica and blew a kiss to him, “I never did thank you for being the best birthday gift I’ve ever had.”

Shane was so flummoxed that he could only shrug and mumble, “No worries”.

Tina came down the stairs, “Alright, we just need to wait for…” She stopped when she saw Shane, and her face lit up, “Hi Shane!”

Shane looked at her, remembering suddenly how she had cried out in Japanese when her love juices had filled his mouth. However, he put the memory out of his mind as he nodded in greetings to her.

Warily he looked at the three of them, “What’s happening?”

Lacey looked up at him, no trace of malice in her attitude, “We wanted to repay you as well so we helped Erica. Also, Kelly and Olivia say hi, they helped set this up too.”

Erica smiled, “I told you that we’d make it happen, Shane.”

Shane felt his heart stop for the second time in ten minutes. He looked from Tina to Erica to Lacey, all of them amused at his reaction.

“You mean…”

Tina nodded towards the stairs, “She’s in your room”.

Dropping his backpack, Shane bounded up the stairs, ignoring the giggles from the others.

Chantal was sitting in his chair, wearing a blue t shirt and light brown pants. Her arms were tied behind the chair, her legs tied to the chair legs, and ropes secured her stomach as well. Her shirt had been cut to reveal her generous cleavage, and her socks had been removed. Her hair was completely undone, the long curls arranged neatly behind her shoulders. She was tightly bound, and her mouth seemed to be stuffed with a gag, with a length of cloth bound over her mouth. Her eyes widened when she saw Shane, and began “mmmmph”ing wildly and struggled against her bonds.

Shane’s revenge was here at last.


TO BE CONTINUED

Re: Birthday Party and its Aftermath (FFFFFF/M)

Postby Septimus7 » Sun May 05, 2013 11:43 am

Shane stared in amazement at the sight of his captor so helpless and at his mercy.

Gingerly, he approached her like he would approach a wild animal he was trying to photograph before it ran away. Finally, he closed the distance between them. On impulse, he lifted his hand up and took a firm hold of her right breast. She “mmmph”ed again, and tried shaking his grip loose. The results of this movement strained his already erect manhood.

Not letting go, he ran his hand along her breast, realizing that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“It’s fun when it’s you in charge, eh?”

Erica stood in the doorway, smiling at Shane’s expression. Seeing Erica, Chantal began viciously swearing at her, but her gag made it impossible to understand her.

Shane looked at Erica, “What happens now?”

Erica shrugged, “Whatever you want to happen, sweetie. If you need anything, Tina and I are going to be your assistants in this.”

“Assistants?” Shane asked.

“Yeah, well, we’re selfish, we want to see how this turns out.” Erica said mischievously, “Plus we’ve wanted to see Chantal like this for a while. She’s always made sure she was the dom in our bondage games.”

Shane nodded slowly over Chantal’s continued gag-talk, “So you really do this stuff to each other? Everything?”

Erica smiled, “Chantal and Lacey always went a bit further than the rest of us, ‘cause they play for both teams. But she’s never had someone do what she did to you.” The obvious hint caused Chantal to stop her angry rant to widen her eyes and glance from Shane to Erica as they both turned to look at her.

Shane then looked around his room, knowing that it was too small and cramped for what he had planned.

Erica saw his expression and offered a tip, “By the way, we set up the basement a bit if you’d like that.” Shane looked back at her, and she giggled at his look of bemused gratitude.

Shane looked back at Chantal, “Let’s take her downstairs then. Chair and all.”

Erica went to get Tina so all three would be able to lift Chantal.

After she had gone, Shane walked up behind Chantal, just as she had done on that night, “Are you wishing you’d been a bit more gentle on me?”

Chantal growled defiantly through her gag, shaking her head.

Shane noticed his camera on the desk, and he smiled. Taking it, he walked in front of her and began taking a few pictures. He remembered her laughing at his look of horror when she had shown him the video camera, and he felt no pity for her muffled protests.

Tina and Erica arrived soon after, “Ready?”

Together, the three of them picked up the chair that Chantal was tied to. Chantal ceased struggling, out of fear that they’d drop her, but she continued to attempt screaming through her gag. Thankfully, she was unsuccessful.

The basement had indeed been set up by the others, Shane realized. Bondage toys lay about on a table for his choosing, and bondage furniture had been moved into the house in secret. He saw the pillory which he’d been captured with, as well as a frame of planks that Shane was later told was a St. Andrew’s Cross (http://www.londonfetishscene.com/wipi/i ... _frame.jpg). There was also a cot placed on the side of the basement, already laid out for sleeping in.

Shane and his two assistants lowered the chair in the centre of the room. Chantal began struggling again, but there would be no escape for her.

Tina suddenly surprised Shane by walking up to Chantal with a bucket of water and pouring it all over her friend. The act left Chantal shrieking even louder than she had before. Her wet clothes clung to her body, causing Shane’s manhood to stiffen again.

Tina leaned in to Chantal’s face and smiled coldly, “That’s for the butt-plug you made me wear for seventy minutes last time we had a tie up session.”

Chantal attempted to curse her through her gag, but received another splash of water from Erica. Although the water was warm, it began to cool in the basement. It left her wet, shivering, and angrier than ever.

Shane whispered orders to the others on what to do. He then approached the table containing the bondage tools he needed. Grabbing a sleep mask, he blindfolded Chantal,

“I’ll be right back.” He left his captive, attempting to speak through her gag, as her two friends closed in on her.
Shane went upstairs to lock the front door, as well as clean up the house so he wouldn’t have to worry about it later. He wanted to be able to focus on what was going on in the basement.

For a moment, he wondered if what he was thinking of doing would go too far. Then he remembered the feeling of the strap-on entering his butt, Chantal riding him and mocking his struggles. What goes around comes around, as they say. And he reasoned that Chantal’s friends wouldn’t do this if they didn’t trust Shane.

He went back down to the basement, and found a sight he had been hoping to see for months.

Chantal was bound to the St. Andrew’s Cross, her arms and legs cuffed so that she was spread out. She was gagged with a very large ball gag that strained her mouth, and her blindfold was still attached. Tina and Erica stood nearby, admiring their handiwork. What Shane noticed most of all was that Chantal was completely naked.

Shane almost gasped involuntarily as he stared at Chantal’s beautiful features. Her dark skin was rich, smooth and unblemished. Her large breasts seemed halfway between sticking up straight and swaying like pendulums on her chest. Her nipples were longer than he’d expected, with a particularly large areola surrounding each one. As he remembered, her pubic area was devoid of hair, and her vagina was a dark colour, only just hinting at the pink interior.

Tina and Erica smiled at the expression on his face, “You able to take it from here?”

Shane glanced at them both, confused, “You’re leaving?”

“Sometimes, it’s best to leave revenge to the wronged,” Erica replied, “Having been there ourselves, and considering what we put you through, we owe you one, and we’re all aware of that fact. Plus we know you’re a good guy, and that we can trust you. Let us know when we can get our stuff out of here.” She gave him a peck on the cheek and went upstairs.

Tina approached Chantal and jabbed her ribs. The bound woman shrieked through her gag and thrashed as much as she could in her position. The bouncing of her breasts and the quivering of her limbs left Shane almost breathless for a moment.

Tina also gave Shane a quick peck, “Have your fun, Shane. Remember to be fair in your revenge.” She suddenly gave a wink and a smile, “Remember, this isn’t the end of anything between all of us.” She followed Erica out of the basement, leaving Chantal at the mercy of the person whom she had tormented more than any of her friends.

Shane approached her, knowing that she was trying to listen for him. He decided to remind her of something. Crouching down, he began softly licking her vulva, taking great care to be as light as possible.

Chantal, as he expected, responded immediately. She began to moan, and her vagina became moist, which was the sign Shane had been waiting for. He immediately stopped licking and leaned up to her ear, “That should be alright for now.”

Ignoring her muffled yell of anger, he turned to set up a video camera. He remembered the treatment he had received, and he was eager to record this while he still had the chance. Tina’s hint reminded him that he had until the early morning to have his way, and then it was expected that she would be released.

After Shane pressed the “record” button, he walked up to the table again and chose his next means of torture. He approached Chantal, and without warning, attached nipple clamps with added weights to each one. Before she barely had the chance to react, he began tickling her mercilessly. Shaking with squeals of pain and shrieking laughter, Chantal’s breasts bounced up and down and against each other. The clamps held firm, and the weights attached began to swing with the movement.
After a few minutes, Shane stopped, leaving her to gasp with pain at the clamps. She was sweating heavily, her skin shiny in the light. Shane had another idea as he stared at the effects of his torture. He went up to his freezer and took out something that he’d been told had been set aside for precisely this moment.

Tina had taken a few popsicle sticks and formed popsicles made entirely out of frozen water (for safety reasons). By now they were fully formed and ready to be used.

Approaching his captive again, Shane took the first one, smiling at how he knew Chantal would react. Slowly, he began rubbing the ice popsicle along her vagina. Ignoring her sudden shrieks, he moved it to her quivering buttocks, holding her in place by tightly squeezing one of her breasts. Remembering what she had so happily done, Shane then began pushing the popsicle into her anus, causing her to arch her back, moaning. Barely keeping himself from losing control, Shane waited until her body heat had melted the first popsicle, and took out a second one. This one was slowly but deliberately inserted into her vagina, even as he began massaging her breasts and playing with the nipple clamps. The contrasted feelings nearly drove Chantal wild. The hot moistness between her legs increased the decline of the popsicle. Shane replaced it with another, allowing Chantal no mercy.

Finally, the popsicles had all melted, and Shane decided to move on. As She stood, gasping, he undid the cuffs on her arms, ordering her not to resist or else. Meekly, she let her arms fall. Taking rope, he promptly bound her arms tightly behind her, having her elbows touch and cause her to push out her breasts even further than they already were. Taking advantage of how she stood, Shane remembered the methods that Erica had been teaching him, and looped more rope above and beneath her large breasts. As expected, Chantal’s breasts began to swell and harden, being far more sensitive to the clamps on her nipples, causing her to moan loudly through her gag. He also tied rope around her wrists to attach them to her waist. Taking more rope, Shane tied it tightly to a spot on the ceiling a metre away from the St. Andrew’s Cross.
The other half was connected to the ropes on her arms. Shane then undid the cuffs on her feet and began drawing the rope tight, forcing her to hop skip to where she was directly in line with the rope. Shane pulled harder, forcing her to stand on her toes. To prevent her legs more movement than necessary, Shane took a new pair of handcuffs from the table. Rather than a chain, they were connected by a short bar that was about the length of a ruler. This forced her legs a certain distance apart, and left her utterly vulnerable.

Shane stepped back a moment to view his handiwork. He could still scarcely believe that this was all happening. He adjusted the video camera and took more pictures as Chantal tried to balance on her toes.

Shane felt a deep satisfaction in his next words, “You remember what you did to me?”

Beneath the sweat, pain, and noises that she was making, Chantal weakly nodded.

Shane smiled, realizing that he truly was the master of the moment. Picking up a paddle from the table, he began a flurry of mild strikes against her exposed buttocks.

Despite his restraint from striking too hard, she began to scream from the effects of the spanking. Her skin, already shining from sweat, eventually began to darken with bruising where he hit her.

After what seemed like his thirtieth strike, he took pity on her and went upstairs to fill a bucket of cold water.

Coming back downstairs, he splashed her with the water, and he swore later that he heard a mild hissing of steam when the cold water touched her skin.

Smiling, he delivered a final slap to her butt with his hand, harder than any strike from the paddle. As she howled in response, he began untying the rope which had kept her half-suspended. After all she had been put through, Chantal fell to her knees. It was then that Shane decided that what he had done was sufficient revenge. Carefully undoing her up from where she was, and he began leading her to the cot. Shane slowly untied her, removing her gag, the clamps, and everything else. Covering her body with the sheets on the cot, Shane turned to shut off the video recorder that was still filming where she had been last tied.

However, something else happened. Chantal, finally freed, suddenly grabbed him with a furious force. Before he could even begin resisting, Chantal pulled Shane onto the bed and climbed on top of him. To his shock and amazement, she thrust a hand into his pants, seizing his manhood and rubbing hard. This ruthless action began forcing life back into his manhood. As she did this, Chantal leaned over to his face and kissed him passionately on the lips. As he hardened from both actions, she pried her lips from his and leaned to his ear, almost like she had when he had been tied up in Lacey’s house.

“Finish what you started,” she gasped hungrily. Her eyes were alive with a wild light, and her breath came out in gasps. Shane suddenly knew what was about to happen and quickly began to take off his clothes.

What followed was a night that truly earned the title of passion. Chantal and Shane stayed up for the rest of the night, pleasing one another in as many ways as they knew, losing count of their combined orgasms.

Finally, they collapsed on the bed in virtually a puddle of their various fluids, completely exhausted and seemingly half-dead from all that they had done.

Time had lost all meaning, and Shane was completely unaware of what time it was when he woke up. Chantal’s arm was wrapped around his chest, and the curves of her body weighed upon his. She was still asleep as he sat up and recalled everything that had happened.

Shane looked back at Chantal, and a great contentment welled up in him. Leaning to her, he kissed her forehead, relishing in the smells of sweat and lust that still clung to both of them, as well as the bed itself.

Chantal awoke, and gave a small gin up at Shane, “Erica’s a great teacher isn’t she?”

Shane was about to nod, but then paused in his puzzlement, “How do you know about all that?”

Chantal cocked an eyebrow at him mockingly, “Whose stuff do you think all this stuff is? Do you honestly think the others would put me here if I didn’t want to be here?” Her eyes suddenly widened, “Is that why you were just gonna leave when you first untied me?”

Shane could only nod.

Chantal’s smile was suddenly bereft of any mockery or superiority. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Shane was lost in the moment as he reciprocated.
Coming apart, Shane suddenly found himself asking a question beyond any reasonable urge to restrain from asking.

“What you said about us never having a chance. Is that still true?”

Chantal paused, and looked apologetic, “Honestly, yes. I think you’re a sweet guy but I don’t want to get bogged down in something serious right now. This was something I’ll never forget, but I don’t think I’m ready for the bigger commitments. You and I don’t know much about each other, we just had a few awesome nights of fun. Just let
it stay like that instead of ruining it with a failed relationship.”

Shane felt a little disappointed, but he also knew that Chantal was right.

“And besides,” Chantal remarked, “It would make our next get-togethers awkward.”

Shane felt confused again, “Next get-togethers?”

Chantal smirked, “Honey, did you think we’d find the perfect bondage toy, and just walk away after one interaction? Did you think you’d be able to escape us?”

Shane thought about all that had happened to him, and with a smirk to match Chantal’s, he shook his head.

Chantal patted his jawbone affectionately, “I’d say we got some fun times ahead of us. So let’s leave it uncomplicated and enjoy the benefits.”

Shane smiled, “Fair enough.”

END

Re: Birthday Party and its Aftermath (FFFFFF/M)

Postby Vortex29 » Sun May 05, 2013 10:14 pm

Bravo! I love this story, it is told extremely well, and goes deep, but just enough for the story to stay at a good pace instead of being bogged down by over-description. I do believe that more thought could have been put into the basement, or a bit more teasing, but overall great story!

Vortex rating: 9/10
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