| Straight: BDSM: A Double Surprise (1/5) |
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This story is a departure for me. It's not what I usually write. She was a little drunk, so she wasn't really aware of her surroundings as she approached her apartment door. Keys in hand, she fumbled at inserting it into the lock. Two more tries only frustrated her. She leaned her head forward against the door to steady herself as she tried once again to focus on the damn lock. Kim Little was a 23-year-old college student. She had been out with her girlfriends, hitting the bars on the drag, as the students called University Drive. She was wearing a short, tight, white skirt and a short college t-shirt that rose just high enough in the front to reveal her tight, tanned belly. Too many drinks bought by her girlfriends had taken their toll. As she leaned forward against the door, her weight caused it to open and she stumbled forward into the room. She caught her balance and instinctively reached over to turn on the lights. Somewhere in the cobweb-clouded recesses of her brain she connected to the fact that the door had been unlocked and that the lights she had turned on before leaving were now off. It was too late for that recollection to do her any good however, because as she reached for the light switch, her hand met another hand covering it. She sucked her breath in deeply, preparing for a scream when another hand roughly covered her mouth, cutting off any attempt at a shriek. Eyes wide and panicked, yet seeing nothing in the dark, she began to struggle for the still open doorway. "Don't move!" a somewhat muffled male voice growled low from behind her. Her heart pounded so hard in her chest, she thought it might burst. Just then, the man holding her from behind whispered softly in her ear, "Montana." It was her boyfriend John and he was using their code word for role-playing. So finally, he was doing it. They had discussed this fantasy weeks earlier. She had seen a movie where a woman had been held captive in her apartment, a literal sex slave for two men. She told him how surprised she had been when she had felt herself becoming aroused while watching it. At the time, he hadn't really responded so she had just let it go. Obviously, he hadn't forgotten, because now he was carrying out her fantasy. He used his free arm to wrap around her in a hug, twisting themselves around until he could use his back to push the door closed. "Gag her, man. Don't let her make any noise," she heard another voice say. ‘Another man! There was another man in the room!’ she thought. He had really gone through with it. A million thoughts went scrambling through her mind. ‘I wonder who it could be? What are they going to do? Are they going to fuck me?’ "I'm on it. Hold her still," she heard him reply. As she struggled to figure out who the other man was, she heard the tearing of cloth. She had time just enough time to suck in a desperate breath of air before the cloth was pressed against her mouth and then tied tightly behind her head. Her hands were pulled in front of her and she felt the cold steel of |
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Amazing! Glad I read it!
