Here's another story of mine that was originally posted on Dreambook. Like the other one though, I quickly ran out of steam with the rather nonsensical 3rd part, but any suggestions are welcome on how it should be continued.
It was an all-out war between my senses and the world that boiling July morning. I was rudely awakened by the sun glaring through my curtains and near blinding me plus my nose was being suffocated with the intrusive and most unwelcome scent of my Dad’s musky cologne being wafted through the house. Despite these barriers, I was still urging to get out of the house. So as quickly as I could, I wolfed down my breakfast, showered and dressed then left the house on a natural high (and on my bike complete with an old ‘50’s portable radio for music on the go.) being ready to accept what was coming to me.
Usually I would call on my buddies on a morning like this, but the closest ones were all out of town, so I decided to face the day alone, to make it an adventure, a whole new experience. I figured the best way to do this would be to cycle through the local woodland, mainly because it would provide me with some shade, but otherwise I tend to think that the area has a wonderfully mysterious, almost magical quality to it. So off I went, without a care and the wind tearing through me thus giving me tremendous speed and the feeling of if only just just for a split second me being one with my bike.
Having not been there for some time, the woodland was exactly what I remembered it to be; A cool dry place with memories of swashbuckling childhood days when me and my pals would race through here pretending to be Robin Hood, or Explorers, or even Cowboys, which still worked, cause we were still tough away from our natural habitat dammit! Sticks would be our swords, pebbles our bullets, and our noble steeds would have 4 gear shifters and a nifty bell. But those innocent days were long gone and at the time I guess all I could do to supress my raging emotions in these teenage years was to take my mind of it by being in this nostalgia soaked haven.
I rode through this place for a long time. It was soon dark and my legs were getting tired, but I continued to ride on. Suddenly, I felt a sharp bump and was sent flying off my bike. I picked myself up and checked the bike to see if all was in order, but I was shocked to see that the tyres were completely fucked.
I abandoned the bike and tried to find a way out of the woods. I was wandering around for what seemed like hours until I saw a faint orange glow in the distance. Curiosity got the best of me and naturally I followed the light eventually coming to a pair of goth girls surrounding a campfire.
They were both wearing long black skirts and red sleeveless tops, with fingerless long opera gloves. They also had make-up on which illuminated their faces, making them beautiful in the fire’s glow. “Uh…..E-excuse me? Do you know a way out of here?” I stammered. “Sure!” One girl replied. “But wouldn’t it be better for you to sleep here? its pitch black out.” I agreed, despite there only being two sleeping bags. I climbed into one of them and was surprised to see the other girl, named Clara, climb into the bag with me without a care. She then put her arms around me, started to unbutton my shirt and pushed her body against mine, causing me to get hard. “Relax, cutie” She purred. “Would it be better if I….helped?”
She forcefully unzipped my pants and pulled them down then she rolled herself so that she was right on top of me, violently kissing my face and moving her legs so the fabric of her skirt was caressing my legs which felt fantastic. After a brief struggle, I managed to push myself off and get out of the bag. I attempted to run away but I didn’t get too far as I forgot to pull my pants back up, causing me to fall over which left me at the mercy of Ebony, “Now it’s my turn for fun!” she said with a slight laugh, pouncing on me and kissing me hard, almost biting. Clara joined in the ‘fun’ by tickling my feet with a feather and occasionally biting and licking my toes.
After a while I had been stripped down to my boxers and I had been tied to a thin tree with my hands behind my back. “You won’t be going back soon, stud. Your ours now!” Ebony slinked closer towards me and flirtatiously dangled my discarded belt in front of my face.
“You want this?” She purred. I nodded then felt a sharp pain in my ass as she bought the belt down upon it, spanking me. Again, again and again she spanked, enjoying every second as she moaned suggestively after every hit. Her fun was interrupted however when my cell phone rang. “Pick it up and dismiss the call!” She barked at Clara. “We could use this to get out of here, you don’t mind, do you sexy?” I shook my head. All of a sudden, Clara bought a large stick down on the side of my head making me black out.
I woke up in a small but well-kept room tied to a chair and dressed in a tuxedo and smart shoes, and my hair had been combed. The girls had deliberately given me no pants to wear, exposing my pink boxers with red hearts on. “Don’t speak unless you’ve been told to from now on handsome, you are here only to serve the girls at the party with, drinks, food and whatever else they want!” Clara snapped, now wearing a sexy long red evening dress and was holding a leash which she attached to my neck and holding and she was holding riding crop in the other hand.
I was led into a large room with several buffet tables which seated several girls all in long dresses from about 16-18 years old. With them they all had a guy on a leash in just his boxers with a gag over their mouths. All the guys were on all fours like dogs, and yet the girl carried on as if this was all normal, occasionally ruffling their hair and tickling them.
After I had served everyone drinks (even the poor guys, who were served champagne with something in it, maybe a sedative in dog bowls) I was told to go on ‘bedroom duty’ whatever that was, and Clara directed me up a flight of stairs to a corridor of hotel rooms. “Remember, do WHATEVER the girls want!” She hissed like a crazy snake. Nervously, I approached the first door, and was shocked by what I found…..
TO BE CONTINUED…..