I suppose you want to know how this all began, am I right? Well, you would not even recognize me, not as I am, I mean.

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Hight Adrian the Bold, I was a trusting magic knight, I was very handsome, muscular, with round eyes the color of beryl and medium-length, wavy, silky, black hair worn in a handsome style. On that day I wore a kilt and tunic in black and brown in roughly even proportions. I also carried then, my sword: it had a keen blade, the guard resembling a mouth with opals for fangs, the blade extending from it like a tongue: I had looted it from the temple of the Mad Mullah, along with his nubile virgin daughters, though I had not kept them for very long, nor had they kept their virginity for very long. Wonderful ladies, we kept in touch.



On that day, I crept into and through the Horror Halls, the deep caverns miles beneath the dark Haunted Hills through which I had hacked my way, slaughtering monsters and bandits by the score. I was there seeking the sorcerer Valorious, he who had kidnapped the magical princess Eilonwy and held her now for ransom, ready to sacrifice her to his dark fiendish masters should her father, King Hendriks, refuse to pay for her life.



The Horror Halls lived up to their name: dark and stinking, with no food or water fit to drink; I fought my way through scores of the monsters that dwelt there and bands of Valorious’ minions. Finally, after many days of travel, wandering and adventuring, killing and slaying, I reached the dark heart of Valorious’ realm and battled my way to his throne room.



It was a wide dark cavern, hacked out from the bedrock of the mountains, dimly lit by magical flames that consumed neither air nor fuel. In the shadows that skirted the wide chamber lurked Rippers From The Far Sphere, horrid little monsters, creatures from a place far beyond our world, whom the sorcerer Valorious had summoned here to serve him.



The entire chamber centered upon a large raised dais on which there squatted a large stone throne, in which was seated a man.



This was the sorcerer Valorious: he had wide vermillion eyes and shoulder-length, amber hair which artistically framed his face. He was very athletic and energetic. He had long-fingered elegant hands that he raised threateningly on seeing me. “So!” he cried out. “You seek to rescue the princess Eilonwy?! Well you cannot have her! She belongs to me!” He waved to his minions, and they jumped to pull wide a pair of dark curtains, allowing light to shine in upon a dark cavern.



Within was the princess Eilonwy, chained to a great stone. That magical girl's round eyes were the color of ripe plums, but aloof, as if she were not seeing the world about her. Her neck-length, wavy, fine, black hair was worn in an uncomplicated style, tumbling down her shoulders and across her back, and over her bare chest, brushing against her bare pert round breasts. She was a little plump, but perfectly formed with all the delightful curves a real man craves. She had time powers that come from a series of rings, but those were stripped from her, along with most of her violet and black costume; only rags remained, with served only to frame her truly naked body, sweating with fear, her pale skin glistening in the dim light.



She pulled weakly at her chains, moaning softly in terror: she was chained to the great stone on a tiny rocky island in the middle of a deep black pond. Her nipples were erect in the cold air and as I watched, long thin tentacles rose up out from the water and wove closer and closer to her.



I glanced back to the sorcerer; he had donned his infamous tools, his gauntlets of Magic and Simplicity, and raised his hands again. “You will now join her!” he shouted, coruscating arcs of light flashing between his fingers.



I drew my sword and raised it, assuming a guard position. “Come and try,” I said with a confident smile, instinctively calling forth my cosmic powers.



“I do not ‘try!’” he retorted. “I do!” he pointed his fingers at me and spoke words that echoed across the wide dark chamber.



A wave of bright energy swept out from his hands and rolled toward me: I set myself and held my blade en garde, trusting to my blade’s power and my own abilities to protect me from whatever destruction he had called forth upon me.



Then the wave broached like the surf upon a sea wall and poured over and around me: I felt a strange tingling from its power, but no harm came to me of it. “Ha!” I laughed at Valorious once his power had receded. “If you sought to slay me, villain, then you are going about it the wrong way.”



“Ha ha ha!” Valorious laughed himself. “’If’ I meant to slay you? You fool! You have no idea with whom you are troubling! ‘If’ I meant to slay you, you would be slain! No, I have a far more delicious fate in store for you!”



I would have wondered what he meant by that, but the tingling had not receded with the wave, but instead began to mount, growing stronger and stronger: it felt strange, but not entirely unpleasant. . . It felt almost like an itch, but also as if I were a little drunk.



I stumbled, suddenly lightheaded. “What’s happening to me?” I mumbled, trying to keep my balance.



“Ha, ha ha ha!” Valorious laughed triumphantly.



I doubled over with a cry, clutching at my chest which began to swell, thrusting out two mounds of soft, sensitive flesh. I gasped as my new breasts swung full and round. “What is this?!” I cried; I gasped again when I heard my own voice. It was high, feminine. A sudden itching made me clutch at my head and I felt my hair growing, it tumbled down my back in an ebon wave, glistening in the dim light like oil.



I felt my hips and shoulder change and move, becoming different; my waist shrank and my ass stuck out, then a most peculiar feeling between my legs made me clutch at my manhood, only to feel my womanhood.



“Ha, ha ha ha!” Valorious laughed again. “I have done it!”



“This won’t stop me, you mad sorcerer!” I snapped, raising my sword. “I can still -oh!” I exclaimed as my sword overbalanced, almost dropping from my hand; I stumbled back, unsure and off-balance in my new body.



“Get her!” Valorious commanded, leveling an index finger at me, and with a massed joyful, malicious, shout, all his Rippers descended upon me. I fought and struggled, but I lost a great deal of my strength and they overwhelmed me. They tore my sword from my hand, then ripped at my clothes, grabbing my arms and legs two, three, four of them at a time: I was immobilized and helpless in moments.



They dragged me down to the floor, then pulled me over onto my back and hauled my arms and legs as wide as they would go; I kicked and fought, but to no avail. One even wrapped its fingers through my long hair: it chuckled evilly as it jerked on my hair, making me cry out in pain.



Valorious came and stood over me, between my pinioned legs, smiling evilly, triumphantly, and -most worryingly- lustfully. “Well, look at you now,” he said, a glint shining in his eyes. “Helpless, and in my power.”



I was starting to feel a little nervous. “I will get you, you fiend!” I snarled. “And when I do-”



“Tear off her clothes,” Valorious said casually.



It took a moment for his words to sink in, then I screamed and renewed my struggles to escape, but those hell-spawned Rippers From The Far Sphere held me down and tore my tunic to shreds; I growled, then whimpered as my sensitive breasts were exposed to the cold air and their lewd stares; the Rippers laughed among themselves in their foul language while a few closer ones pinched and kneaded my breasts, making my growl disappear and my whimpers redouble.



That done, still other Rippers tore my kilt from me, baring my hips and hairless, virgin pussy. I squirmed, moaning helplessly, but the Rippers laughed, seeing my breasts jump and wiggle. Tears slipped from my eyes and down my cheeks: a storm of new sensations was rocking over me. The cold air brushing across my pussy sent a chill shiver through me mingled with a thrill of pleasure; the Rippers pinched and squeezed my breasts; the pinching hurt, I felt humiliated, but somehow it only aroused me: my breasts felt full and erect, my nipples jutted forth. I was helpless and humiliated and fearful, but all this only seemed to increase my arousal; a flush crept across my bare skin.



The mad Valorious watched me, i’faith, he knew all this. “Take her to the altar,” he ordered.



The Rippers lifted me and carried me away, still pinching and poking my naked body, still laughing viciously. “No!” I shouted, squirming in their grip. “Let me go!”



But they carried me to a narrow pyramidal stone altar facing into the cavern where the princess Eilonwy was prisoned: the Rippers forced me face-down upon the altar, my ass and legs dangling off the and, facing toward the princess. My breath caught in my throat as I saw a huge, monstrous, creature, coated in slime and bristling with tentacles rise up out from the water to tower over the princess Eilonwy.



I was so caught up in the creature’s slow, menacing approach, slowly, gently at first wrapping its tentacles about her despite her chained struggles and helpless cries, that I did not at first notice that the Rippers had tied my hands together and to the altar, holding me face-down upon it, while they spread my legs wide and bound my bare feet to the bottom corners of the altar.



With a start, I realized how wide and open I was, helpless and open to anyone (I had ravished the princess Glynda on an altar much like this, but only after rescuing her from the Cursed Brotherhood of Null) I twisted about as far as my bonds allowed, glancing across my shoulder, and saw Valorious step up to my bound ass; he pulled open his trousers and let them drop, revealing his large, half-erect manhood pointed straight for me!



“No! No, stop!“ I screamed, tugging at my bonds, but to no avail.



“Yes!” Valorious laughed. “Squirm, my pretty! There is no escape; you will only make it more enjoyable for me!” He touched my ass and I went terribly cold: for the first time, I was really, truly terrified of him.



“Please,” I begged, shaking my head desperately. “Please, don’t-”



He grabbed my hips with both hands and forced his cock into the folds of my brand new pussy.



I heard the princess Eilonwy scream as the terrible creature of the pond had its way with her; she who I had come to rescue was now witness to my own terrible fate. “No!” I cried. The mad sorcerer laughed, forcing his cock in and out, pumping deeper and deeper into me; against my will, I felt myself growing wet, making his passage easier and easier: I moaned helplessly, twisting in my bonds, trying to escape his foul, diseased touch, but helpless to escape and helpless to resist the feelings he was forcing upon my new body.



“Oh, please- oh, please!” I gasped as he fucked me, though for him to stop or go on, even I did not know by then: a terrific heat was growing in my loins where he fucked me, growing, flowing through my body and filling my mind so I didn’t know what I wanted any more, I could only beg and plead as thoughts of escape were forced from my mind until I would do anything for Valorious that he might stoke that flame that was overwhelming me.



He grunted with every stroke as he drove still deeper into my body. I moaned, wiggling around the thick pole of his stiff cock that filled me almost to bursting. Then he stiffened; he grabbed my long hair and pulled, making me cry out helplessly in pain, then he thrust himself in the deepest yet and came, pouring his hot seed deep into my womb.



Then I lost it: the fire burning through me became an inferno, raging through my ravaged body: with his hot cum still streaming into me I came, shuddering and screaming as raw pleasure overwhelming any vestige of thought I had left.



“Ho! You’re good!” I faintly heard the sorcerer Valorious say. He gave my ass a ringing slap I barely felt through the haze. “I should keep you,” he went on. “I need a good whore, but then I wouldn’t have the pleasure of killing you,” he paused. “Oh, well. There are always more whores I can enslave!” He cut me loose from the altar, then threw me to the floor; his wicked laughter rang in my ears as I lost consciousness and darkness overcame me.

#

I came to slowly, upon a cold stone floor. I tried to move, then stopped with a moan; a terrible ache pounded in my head and in my pussy, my whole body felt wrung out, as if I had been used terribly hard. In a moment I remembered that I had been.



With another pained groan I pushed myself up and glanced around: I sat in the middle of a bare cell built of flat black granite blocks. A narrow wooden door with iron straps and a narrow barred grill was the only entrance and in a corner of the cell was a pile of moldy straw. Otherwise, the room was bare empty stone.



No, wait: there was something. A very peculiar adornment in a dungeon cell: a tall mirror upon the wall. Curious, I rose unsteadily to my feet; once I was sure of my balance, I walked over to it, stood before it and looked, and gaped at what I saw:



I was tall and muscular, though not as tall or muscular as I was before, with a head of long black hair tumbling across my shoulders and down my back like a fall of liquid ebony. I had round pert breasts that stood forth proudly from my chest, a flat stomach, wide hips, long lean legs, and a bare hairless pussy.



I laid my hands upon my new breasts, feeling them, gently rubbing my soft sensitive flesh; I felt peculiar, dreamlike, hardly able to believe what I saw, but the thrill of pleasure that ran through me as I pinched my erect nipples dispelled any doubt I had.



I slipped my left hand down between my legs shivering slightly as my fingers ghosted across my bare pussy. My eyes narrowed as I stared at myself in the mirror; I felt a hot stirring need welling up in me, a fiery  turbulent need.



I whirled about and strode to the door. “Hello?” I called, pounding on it.



A Ripper From The Far Sphere appeared in the barred grill and glared at me. “What do you want?” he demanded.



My soft red lips parted and I pressed myself up against the bars, “I need. . .” I said huskily, staring pleadingly at him. “I need. . .”



“Need what?” he asked.



“I. . . need. . . you,” I said, then slowly backed away from the door, right hand pinching and kneading my right breast, my left hand caressing my pussy. “I never- knew what desire was,” I said breathily. “But now. . .” I slowly dropped to my knees, staring pleadingly up at him. “I need something. . . inside of me. . . please. . .” I gasped.



He unlocked the door and swung it open then stepped into the cell, an eager light glinting in his eyes. “



“Oh, yes!” I groaned. “After the sorcerer Valorious, I- I never thought that it could be so-” I stopped, staring longingly at his crotch. “Just please let me- just take me; take me! Fuck me! Use me, please!”



With an eager smile he stepped forward, reaching for his belt, then I jumped up, fist-first, and punched him in the head: the Ripper was lifted off his feet and fell back against the wall: I grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed his head against the wall several times: when I let him go, he collapsed to lie unmoving on the floor.



He had a dirty scimitar sheathed at his side; I picked it up and held it in my hand, testing the balance: it would do.



I looked down at him, lying unconscious. “Pffft. Dumbass,” I said, and marched out.

#

I slipped through the darkened caverns, seeking my way by instinct; I had no conscious idea where I was, where I had to go, or what was happening, but I felt instinctively that time was running out: if I was to defeat the mad sorcerer Valorious and rescue the princess Eilonwy, I would have to move fast.



Luck was with me: I found my way into a stretch of corridor I had traversed on my way to Valorious’ throne room: turning down the familiar corridor, I strode onward to a final confrontation with the evil mad sorcerer Valorious.



Again.



I burst into the throne room a second time to find little changed: still the same wide dark cavern, hacked out from the bedrock of the mountains, the same dimly light spread by magical flames; still the same Rippers From The Far Sphere.



And still the same sorcerer Valorious: he stood beside the dark altar where he deflowered me, towering over the princess Eilonwy who was tied upon it; she pulled helplessly at her bonds. “Save me!” she cried.



Mad Valorious whirled to face me, a dark long-bladed dagger held in his long-fingered elegant hands. “So!” he hissed. “You have come to try again? You think you stand a chance against me?” he laughed. “Well, think again! For I am invoking the Terrifying Communion of Darkness!” he howled, laughing maniacally. “With all the powers of darkness as mine to command, I will rule the world! Ha, ha ha ha, ha-ha! HA ha ha ha, ha ha!”



A cold wind blew up from nowhere and whirled about the cave, whipping at exposed skin, tearing at clothes and hair; in the center of this whirlwind, Valorious turned back to the altar and raised his dagger: Eilonwy twisted and squirmed, her pale body almost glowing in the darkness.



The wind whipped at my bare skin and whirled my long hair about like a thousand lashes. Whimpering slightly at the punishment this gave my back and breasts, I jumped forward and kicked Valorious in the chest: he fell backward with a cry: the Rippers From The Far Sphere moved to grab me, but before they could, I drew back with the scimitar and with one swipe cut through the thongs binding the princess Eilonwy to the dark altar.



I swung around and slashed the scimitar in a flat arc, cutting down a half-a-dozen of the Rippers From The Far Sphere; the rest of the cowardly creatures stumbled back away from the sharp steel.



I reached down and grabbed the princess Eilonwy by the hand. “Come on!” I shouted. The Rippers From The Far Sphere tumbled out of our way as we ran for the door, but at Valorious’ barked “Get them!” they closed in again on our heels.



We ran out the door, then the whole mountain shook, throwing us off our feet to our knees; a huge chunk of rock fell from the ceiling to land right behind us



“Noooooo!” Valorious screamed behind us as his magic ran out of control, consuming him, his minions and his dark magical lair; the Princess Eilonwy and I exchanged a glance, then we jumped to our feet and took off running again.



We raced through the Haunted Halls, barely dodging flying rock shards and downfalls as the entire mountain came tumbling down around us.



Then we found the entrance: we raced out into the warm sunlight just as it exploded, sending shards of rock flying everywhere; I forced the princess to the ground and covered her body with mine.



Once I was sure it was over, I slowly raised myself off the princess. “Are you all right?” I asked. She nodded, panting for breath, not quite meeting my eyes. For the first time, I was aware of how very warm her flesh was, how soft her skin felt, pressed against mine. She glanced at me, a hooded nervous look in her eyes, but also a glint of. . . curiousity.



“Perhaps we should stay here a while,” she said. “To rest.”



“Yes,” I agreed. “To. . . rest.”



We sat beside each other, my naked hip brushing hers, the warm sun gently warming our bare skin. “After what you have experienced,” I said, “you will need some care.”



“Yes,” she agreed, glancing at me. “You as well. Care. Tender loving care.”



Slowly, I wrapped my arm across her shoulders.



She slipped a hand over my bare arm, glancing a little nervously up at me.



I gently rubbed my other hand down her side to her bare hip; she shivered softly, and I slipped my hand between her legs.



Her lips parted, with a silent gasp, then she leaned over and put her lips to mine.



We laid down together in the soft grass and. . . cared for each other.

Dan is Korean, well-built, with close-cropped black hair above a broad open face set with piercing brown eyes. He is dressed for a date in a nice black leather jacket, white turtleneck, and dark blue jeans.

He looks at himself in the mirror, adjusting a few stray hairs with a fine comb. Finally satisfied, he gives himself a nod, then turns and walks out.

His fine shoes gleam as he steps into the attached garage and walks around the red convertible charger. He raps his knuckles idly on the trunk, then slides behind the wheel. He puts a bouquet of flowers in the passenger seat, attaches his phone to the dashboard, then glances in the mirror. "Let's have fun!" he says with a grin. The engine roars to life, and he pulls out onto the street, into a darkening city evening.

Dan starts up the GPS guide to check his route, then taps a contact to call. It rings twice, then is answered. "Hello?" a woman's voice responds, clear and full.

"Hi, Kathy, I just wanted to doublecheck that we're still on," Dan calls out cheerfully.

"Yeah, I'm almost ready," Kathy says. "Where are you?"

"I'ma on the road," Dan says. "I'll be there in about five minutes!"

"Great, see you then!"

Dan hangs up the call. "You're going to love this!" he says with a grin, glancing back over his shoulder as he drives.

He soon pulls up before a small apartment building, easing into a reserved parking spot. Turning off the engine, he reaches over to the passenger seat and takes the bouquet of flowers. He puts them to his nose and takes a loud sniff. "Ah! I'm sure she'll love these!" he says out loud. He chuckles, then clambers out of the car. He leans against the hood, holding the flowers before him.

He doesn't have long to wait; after about a minute the door of the building opens and a ravishing blonde steps out - she is about average height, with long curly locks tumbling over her shoulders and down her back; she has a brown jacket open to show a tight red dress that shows off a curvy figure. "Are those for me?" she asks with a chuckle, approaching Dan.

"Yes they are, sexy lady!" he declares loudly, straightening up and holding the flowers out to her.

"She laughs, then accepts. "They're beautiful!" she declares.

Chuckling, Dan walks to the passenger side and opens the door for her.

"Thank you," Kathy says, sliding in.

He eases the door shut, then walks around and gets in himself. A moment later, the engine comes to life once more, and they start away.

"So where are we going?" Kathy asks, leaning back in her seat, luxuriating in the cozy leather seat.

Dan glances at her with a grin. "It's a surprise," he tells her.

She shoots him an arch smile. "A sexy surprise?"

Dan grins back. "For a sexy lady?"

"Ooh," she says with a grin, intrigued. "I can't wait!"

Dan grins, glancing in the rearview mirror.

They drive for a few minutes, exchanging a little witty banter, then Dan sees the sign. "Close your eyes," he says.

"What?" Kathy says.

"Close your eyes," Dan says again. He shoots her a grin. "Trust me."

Obediently, she closes her eyes, leaning back in her seat.

"Are your eyes closed?" Dan asks.

"Oh, they're closed tight!" she declares.

"Good." Dan turns the wheel, driving into a McDonald's drive through. "Yes, sir, can I take your order?" the bored teenager says over the intercom.

Kathy opens one eye, glancing sidelong at Dan and the illuminated menu out his window. She turns to face him, opening her eyes wide. "You're taking your first date to a drive through?" she exclaims.

"Oh, no!" he insists with a guileless look. "But we need some supplies! what do you want?"

Kathy shrugs. ". . .I'll take some chicken tenders and fries."

Having ordered and received some supplies, Dan drives them onto a major roadway that leads further out of town - soon the lights of the city are behind them, and he takes them off the lighted pavement and onto progressively more minor road, until he pulls off the road onto a grassy knoll overlooking an empty field.

"So. . ." Kathy says slowly. "Is this where you take your victims to bury the bodies?"

"Usually, yes," Dan quips back. "But in your case, that would be a terrible waste of beautiful material."

She smiles at the compliment. "Okay, but why are we here?"

Without answering, Dan reaches out to his dashboard and hits a control: with a whine of electric motors, the top folds back, letting the warm summer night air roll over them. He manipulates another control, and his seat leans back. He glances over at Kathy. "Put your seat back," he tells her.

A little doubtfully, she does so.

They sit reclining in their seat, looking up at the darkening skies as stars begin to appear. Reaching over, Dan opens up the bag of food and passes Kathy hers.

"Thanks," she says. "But I don't -wow!" she exclaims, as a shooting star arcs overhead. "Is that-"

"Yeah," Dan says with a smile. "There's a meteor shower tonight - I wanted to share it with you."

Kathy turns her head to look at him with a smile. "That's so sweet!"

Side by side, they watch shooting stars, some big, some small, some flash for an instant, others are across the heavens while they enjoy their food and talk, sharing personal stories, jokes, even a few random trivia. But the night gets colder as time goes by; they both close their jackets against the night as they finish the last of their fries.

Dan looks over at Kathy. "Are you cold?" he asks.

She nods. "A little."

He reaches over and confidently puts his arm over her shoulders - she hesitates for a moment, then lean toward him, letting him pull her close against his firm body. "How's that?" he asks, then glances in the mirror.

"Mhmm. Nice," she murmurs.

The shooting stars come fewer and fewer, and the nights get still colder, until Dan closes the top of the convertible and starts the engine up to take Kathy home.

A little while later, Dan pulls to a stop outside Kathy's apartment building and shut the engine off.

They sit in silence for a moment.

"I had a great time tonight," Dan says.

She looks at him and smiles. "Me too." Kathy hesitates. "You know, I don't usually do this, but- do you want to come in?"

Dan grins, glancing toward the back, then back at Kathy. "I'd love to," he says.

Kathy smiles, then climbs out.

Dan likewise clambers out of the charger. "Wait a minute!" he calls out to Kathy. "I have one final surprise!"

She waits patiently while he goes to the trunk and pops it open.

Inside the trunk, concealed from view, a woman looks up blindly and moans softly: a hot Latina, her juicy body is covered in perspiration so her naked skin shines in the dim light, her dark hair is plastered to her face; the hot steamy air of the trunk rolls out and she shivers as the cold night air rushes into the confined trunk, brushing over her naked skin; her already-hard nipples stab the air.

Her juicy body is contorted by the bonds that hold her: her legs are folded until her ankles press into her tight bottom, her legs each bound with rope binding them in place; a thin rope is tied around her waist and down between her soft thighs; her arms are bound behind her with rope binding her wrists together; still more rope forces her elbows to touch behind her, pulling her soft body into a rigid pose, her full breasts thrust out before her. She lies on her side, so Dan can see the crotch rope is tied to her wrist bonds; she twitches helplessly, and he see the thin rope dig into her soft flesh; her fingers are wrapped with duct tape to ensure she can't get out. The crotchrope rope is soaked with her sweat and the juices that ooze from pussy, bespeckling her thighs and gleaming in her dark pubic patch. Her full breasts are swollen and purple, compressed by multiple rubber bands wrapped around the base of each. She turns her head blindly, her eyes hidden behind a sleep mask; her voice is muffled to a soft moan by the tape that is wrapped over her lips, and the stuffing behind it that makes her cheeks bulge.

She whimpers softly, her voice so muffled that even with the trunk open, Dan can barely hear her. "Hello, dear," he says with a wicked chuckle. "Enjoying yourself?"

She moans softly and squirms weakly, her soft thighs brushing together around the object within that buzzes softly within her soft and helpless body; she lies almost still otherwise, worn out from hours in the trunk, hours of helpless struggles, hours of forced pleasure, hours of shame and humiliation of hearing her man romancing another woman.

"I'll take that as a yes," Dan chuckles, reaching down past her to grab a wine bottle and life it away. He gives her a caress on her naked flank which she raises her head at, whimpering pleadingly. "No, you little slut," he laughs softly. "You lie here and imagine what she'll be doing to me while you lie here abandoned and alone!"

She moans, her helpless body quivering, her thighs grinding together; he chuckles and grabs one rock-hard nipples to give it a pinch, getting another moan as he straightens up, slamming the trunk shut, locking her away back alone in darkness.

Kathy grins as Dan walks back around the car, the wine held out for her. They link arms, and as she leads him away he spares one final thought for the sexy dame he leaves behind: he doesn't understand what his woman gets out of being a cuckqueen, but from his point of view it's one hell of a kink!

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This story is a bit of an experiment, to see if I can do something almost Hitchcockian: Hitchcock once said something to the effect of 'Tension is watching people do something ordinary, and knowing that a bomb is ticking down to explode.' I wanted to try something like that, only with a kinky twist

Now you know what was in the trunk the whole time I'd like you to start over from the beginning, then tell me how you think the story feels.

Jillian is about 5'1'' tall, with curly auburn hair bound up in a french braid over her pale face; she has thick brows over dark green eyes, a small button nose, thin lips pursed in an anxious line, and a narrow pointed jaw. She has thin shoulders and slender arms, wearing a loose white shirt and green sweatpants.

Jillian looks down at the tools and toys she had laid down on her bed, carefully arranged; she nervously reaches down and gently pushes a metal link a fraction of an inch to the side. She straightens up again, her heart beating fast in her chest. She hesitates, anxiety holding her back. Finally, she lets her breath out, then turns away.

Reaching down, Jillian grabs the hem of her shirt with both hand. Her fingers coil anxiously in the cloth, then with a jerk, she pulls it up. Her pale belly is taut and flat, bared as she pulls her shirt up hight, pulling it off over her head, she pauses for a moment to turn her shirt back right side out, then she recovers herself, and tosses the shirt aside to land in a far corner of her bedroom.

Her plain white bra supports her B breasts; reaching back, Jillian releases the hook of her bra and it falls away, letting her breasts swing free. Her aureolae are a dark brown, about the size of a quarter, her nipples stand out, hardening in the cool air. Tossing her bra aside to land beside her shirt, Jillian reaches down and grabs the waistband of her sweatpants. She pushes it down, leaning over, thrusting her tight rear in her plain white panties out behind her. Pulling her legs free of her loose pants, Jillian straightens up, lifting her pants and tossing them aside with her other clothes.

Standing naked but for her panties, Jillian turns back to her bed. She licks her lips nervously, eyeing her toys and tools once more. She looks down at herself, hesitates, then she grabs her panties and pushes them down as well, rolling the soft cloth down over her lean smooth legs down to her feet. She is conscious of her naked ass pushed back out behind her. She blushes a bit, even though she knows there is nobody there to see.

Straightening up, Jillian tosses her panties away, then looks down at the bed. Drawing a deep breath, Jillian turns and sits herself down on the bed. She pulls her legs up;sitting with her legs together she reaches for her first tool.

It is a coil of soft cotton rope; unrolling it, Jillian doubles the rope over, then wraps it around her ankles; She pulls the doubled end of the rope through the loop, then wraps it the other way. Jillian pulls the rope as tight as she can as she winds the rope up her legs, forming a thick column of rope that binds her legs immovably together. She takes the last bit of rope and pulls it carefully between her legs, then back again, wrapping the rope loops in another loop; Jillian pulls it tight, and the rope pulls every loop tighter around her ankles.

Jillian stops, sitting straight up, biting her lower lip; her hardened nipples stab the air, pink shades her cheeks as she draws a breath, then lets it out. She braces herself with her hands, and raises her bound feet; tugging at the ropes, Jillian tries to pull her feet apart, but there was no slack, no room to move. Satisfied, Jillian sets her feet down, then grabs another rope. This one she also doubles over, and tosses around behind her back. Pulling the ends around to her front, Jillian wraps the rope around her chest. Carefully, she winds the rope under her firm breasts, then slides the ends through the loop. She pulls the rope tight, then tosses the end around behind her back. Reaching back, Jillian pulls the rope around to the front again, this time she pulls the rope around her chest on top of her breasts, framing them with coils of rope.

Her breath comes in soft gasps as Jillian wraps the rope around her chest again and again, above and below her breasts, then between them, then up over her shoulders and around again, pulling every coil tight until it sinks into her skin, pressing into her breasts, supporting them, pressing them up and out before her.

Jillian pauses, raising both her hands to her breasts, her fingers closing around them, sinking into her soft flesh as she kneads her own sensitive body. Her eyes closed, Jillian leans her head back, moaning softly as she molests herself; her fingers close around her nipples, and she gasps as she pinches them - in her own head, it is some strange man touching her, toying with her helpless body as she lies captive. He laughs at her helpless cries, tightening his grip on her sensitive flesh, redoubling his attentions to her delight and mingled pleasure and embarrassment.

Jillian opens her eyes and draws a breath, a deep shuddery breath. With an effort of will, she pulls her hands away from her breasts and grabs up the loose end of the rope of her chest harness. She pulls it tight and ties it off, ready to continue.

She reaches for a toy, a very particular toy. Spreading her knees as far as she can against the rope bound tightly around her ankles, Jillian lowers the toy, a long thick plastic shaft down between her soft thighs; the cold hard plastic brushes against her hot skin as she presses it up against the soft flesh of her pussy. Jillian bites her lips, moaning  as the rounded tip of the dildo presses deep inside her.

"Mhmmm. . ." she moans sensuously as she presses on the end of the dildo, pushing it deeper and deeper until every inch of the dildo is pressed into her, until the lips of her pussy close around the end of it.

Holding the dildo inside herself with one hand, Jillian reaches out with her other to take a short piece of rope, already doubled over. She awkwardly wraps the rope around her waist so both ends are behind her back. Letting go of the dildo for a moment, she reaches back with both hands to slip the doubled ends through the loop of rope. Pulling it tight, she knots it off, then carefully slips the hanging tail of rope beneath her, slipping it through the crack between her tight round cheeks and in front of her, over her pussy, from which the flat end of the dildo had slipped out. Jillian presses it back into her, stifling a moan as she does so, then slips the rope between her pussy lips, pressing hard on the dildo, driving it back deep inside her.. She pulls the rope tight, until it is buried between her pussy lips, biting hard into her soft flesh. Breathing hard now, Jillian pulls the crotchrope through the waist rope before her and pulls it tight, tying it off as tightly as she can.

Grabbing another rope, Jillian ties it around her knees the same as she tied the first around her ankles, pressing her thighs tightly together, tightening her flesh around the thick shaft that fills her up.

Her breath coming in short gasps now, her cheeks a bright pink, Jillian reaches out and picks up another toy, this one a bright red rubber ball on a leather strap. She holds it up to her lips, opening her mouth as wide as she can, Jillian presses the red ball into her mouth, straining to push it deep behind her teeth. Biting down on it, she pulls the ends of the strap behind her head, tossing her head to pull her hair aside as she presses the buckled ends of the strap together. She pulls hard on the strap, pushing the ball deeper into her mouth.

"Mhm!" she cried out, testing her gag; the red ball shines between her white teeth, muffling her voice to a moan. She presses hard on it with her tongue, but the strap is pulled so tight the ball hardly moves. "Mhm!" Jillian cries out again, louder this time, but her muffled voice barely reaches the walls of the room, much less get through them.

Satisfied,  Jillian reaches for two more items: the first is a small remote tha she puts down right behind her within easy reach. The second is a pair of handcuffs, which she sets down beside her bare hip. The cold steel brushes against her naked skin, and her nostrils flare as the sensation strikes through her.

Regaining control with an effort, she picks up a gleaming piece of metal. It is a steel key; she holds it up, then tosses it on the floor. Noting where it falls, she turns and picks up the final toy: a black leather blindfold. Jillian's naked breasts heave as she breathes heavily, her heart hammering in her chest. She presses the cold leather over her eyes, holding it there with one hand as she pulls the strap behind her head with the other. The strap tight around her head, she nods, then shakes her head wildly, trying to dislodge it, but the blindfold stays tight in place, locking her away in darkness.

Reaching out blindly, Jillian picks up the handcuffs. She slides the cuffs through the rear of her crotch rope, gasping softly as the rope rubs against her hot flesh. Drawing a deep breath, Jillian puts one of the steel circles around her left wrist. She moans as the steel ratchets, every click echoing in her ears as the steel pulls tight around her wrist, biting into her soft skin. She places the second circlet to her right wrist, then hesitates. Her breasts heaving, her skin shining with a thin layer of sweat as she grows hot and bothered, but she hesitates, scared of the final move, both craving and fearing the total helplessness she has put herself in for.

Drawing a deep breath through her nose, a thin trail of drool slipping out from her lips around the big ballgag, Jillian  swallows hard, then slips the second cuff around her right wrist. Her sexy helpless body jerks with every click as if it was a strike on her naked flesh. Once the steel circles is closed tight, biting into her soft skin, Jillian reaches behind her with her bound hands, feeling blindly for the remote. Finding it, she lifts it, finding the controls by feel. She pushes a button.

A loud buzz rises from her body, from the soft flesh between her bound thighs, and Jillian's body jerks. "Mhmmm!" she cries out helplessly, her cry muffled by the big ball filling her mouth.

She hesitates for a moment longer, then she presses the button again, and the buzzing grows louder - Jillian quivers as powerful sensations rush through her tightly bound body; she presses the button again and again and again: with every act the buzzing grows ever louder, the dildo buzzing harder and harder, the powerful vibrations hammering her helpless body with every buzz.

Jillian tosses the remote away with a jerk, before she can change her mind.

Finished, she falls helplessly to lie on her bed, her naked sexy body writhing around her pussy, around the thick shaft that presses deep into her, her skin gleaming with sweat, she tosses her head, whimpering and crying as she jerks at the cuffs, tugging at the rope that rubs across her hot flesh; drops slip out around the rope buried deep inside her, bespeckling her pale thighs as she cries out in helpless forced pleasure.

Her breasts heaving, Jillian squirms and moans, her breath coming in great gasps as she collapses across the bed, her breasts heaving, her body quivering as waves of pleasure roll back and forth through her helpless body.

Behind the blindfold, Jillian closes he eyes, imagining that even as she lies there, a mysterious man is watching her, lusting for her, is coming for her-

Jillian jerks, looking blindly as she hears a sound like her window opening - was it her imagination? Was it something outside? Was it her actual window opening? She lies frozen, except for her hips that quiver around the still-buzzing dildo, listening intently. She can almost hear something, something like a large body moving, she can see in her mind's eyes a man standing from his crouch on the floor, looming over her, staring down at her helpless quivering body-

"Mhm!" Jillian whimpers, shivering in fear, in aroused pleasure; her breath comes in harsh gasps, her heartbeat hammers in her ears. Almost deafened, she is sure she can hear footsteps, drawing closer and closer.

Jillian raises her head, staring blindly up at the man she is certain looms over her. She can feel his lustful gaze running over her body. "Mhm! MHMMM!" she screams, shaking her head wildly while the dildo hammers her body and mind.

He must be smiling, she knows, he must have an evil lustful glint in his eyes as he drinks in her fear and panic, the forced pleasure racing through her; he must be aching to put his rough hands close on her hot flesh, to take the girl who has made helpless and tied herself up like a present for him. He must be reaching for her even now, his rough hands closing on her, grasping at her, clawing at her as her voice rises in horrified gasps of forced pleasure, her body writhing as she is forced to cum, plunging over the edge of climax with a thunderous scream!

You open the Study door and step inside. The room within is lit by a flickering fire on the hearth that throws more shadow than light across the room.

You feel you are not alone in the room, and your gaze is drawn to the high-backed chair drawn up before the hearth.

Cautiously, you step around it and stop in surprise.

The maiden seated there glances up at you and smiles. Her clear blue eyes sparkle with mischief, and her fiery red hair falls across her shoulders in glittering waves.

“I've been waiting for you,” she says, and rises to her feet. She wears a dark blouse and a short skirt that hide nothing of her ample figure as she pulls herself to you.

You open your mouth to speak, but she gently puts her finger to your lips. “No questions,” she whispers softly in your ear.

She eases you into the chair and steps back, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Writhing to some unheard beat, she slides out of her blouse, revealing her lacy red bra; through the sheer fabric you can see her nipples, erect with arousal.

She sinuouslt rocks her hips from side to side and cups her breasts with her hands. “I want you,” she says hoarsely. She squirms out of her skirt and it falls away, revealing panties already soaked with desire.

Hips gliding to the silent music, she turns about and unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

She turns back to face you, covering her breasts with her hands. The firelight glows off her sweat-sheened skin as she glides toward you, her breasts heaving for breath.

She lowers herself into your lap, her legs spread wide about yours, and glances up at you with a smile. Still covering her breasts, she leans into you and gently brushes her lips against yours. “I want you,” she breathes and kisses again, hungrily, passionately. She tastes hot and sweet.

She takes your hands and guides them to her breasts; they are cool and firm to the touch. You squeeze her hard nipples, making her moan passionately.

Still kissing you, she slips a hand into your pants and gently strokes you. She breaks away from you and leans back, a sultry smile on her full lips. “I want you,” she says again, stroking you further. “Do you want me?”