Archive-name: diane2
From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Loser)
Subject: by-request: diane
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
It was a pretty stormy night, and the rain was hitting Diane's
car pretty hard. The clattering was bothering her concentration,
but the cough of the engine quickly drew her attention. She
shivered in the cold evening as her car wheezed once more and
died. This was not the perfect end to her summer vacation.
She was on her way back to school, a sophomore, studying the
fine arts of speech communication, and wasn't prepared for a long
wait for the next available car. As she got out of the overload-
ed and overworked Pinto, she spotted a house across the nearby
field. She began to walk towards it, and quickly stumbled and
fell in the mud. By now she was a complete disaster, but that
didn't stop her from reaching the house and knocking on the door.
It was opened by an older guy, who had the beginnings of gray
hair. "Can I help you?" he asked.
"My car broke down" she explained, and shivered some more in
the cold. He invited her in, and explained that there was no
telephone service that far out in the country. He would let her
take a shower, and let her have a bed, and in the morning they
would see about her car.
The shower felt warm and wonderful. The streams of hot water
flowed over her body washing away the grime and dirt. She felt a
new woman as she put on the bathrobe "Dan" had lent her, and
collapsed in deep sleep on the bed.
She awoke in the morning to strange sounds, and a funny feel-
ing, and discovered that she couldn't see! She felt that some-
thing was over her head. As she tried to remove it, she found
out her hands were tied. Struggling wildly, she discovered that
she was lying face down, her eyes covered by some sort of mask,
her hands and feet bound to the four corners of what must have
been the bed. Now she knew she was in trouble.
All at once, the scruffling sounds stopped, and she heard a
voice say "Ok, start taping." She heard the low whine of some-
thing that sounded very much like a video recorder, and she felt
the blanket being removed from her. She felt very very exposed,
and she knew she was totally helpless.
A hand snaked down underneath her and pinched her right
breast. She squealed in shock. The hand continued to move
around, caressing first her breast, and then moving beneath her
towards her cunt. She tried to use her body, and to pin the
hand, but another hand came from the other side and she felt her
lips being parted as a finger was inserted within her. "Stop,
please!" she begged, "Please stop!" The finger started moving,
stroking in, then coming out, touching her clit. She tried
moving to escape, but the ropes held her tight. All of a sudden,
she felt the hands withdraw. The mostly silent people, whoever
they were, untied her hands, and roughly forced them behind her
back, where she felt and heard handcuffs being clasped on. Her
legs were untied, and she was pulled to her feet.
"Now nobody is going to get hurt, and nothing bad will
happen if you cooperate. You can start by not screaming."
She tried to think rationally, this was rape after all. This
was not the pretend-bondage she had been trying to convince
Derek, her boyfriend to play -- this was for real. Staying alive
was more important than even this issue, so she shook her head
yes, agreeing to cooperate.
"Good" said a second voice, mostly muffled. "Ok, I got her
from here."
The second man, whoever he was, grabbed her by the handcuffs and
dragged her downstairs. By the sound of things they had reached
the living room. All of a sudden she heard a mettalic door, and
realized they must be in the kitchen. The man took something out
of the fridge (or put something in), and she heard funny paper-
type noises. Then, she felt her legs being spread apart. Before
she could react, she felt each of them cuffed to a leg of the
kitchen table. She was barely able to stand straight, the side
of the table lodging against the small of her back.
"Remember, you said you would cooperate..." the muffled
voice said, the implied threat very audible...
She felt her clit being massaged again, and this time almost felt
herself aroused. She was really upset at herself now. Then, she
felt something soft touch the lips of her pussy, teasing her.
She heard the man chuckle "a little wet there, aren't we..." She
felt the thing, whatever it was being inserted. It was soft, yet
hard, and mushy. He started thrusting it again and again, fucking
her with the banana, while she was cuffed and helpless.
Just as she was beginning to come, the banana broke in the
man's hand, and he chuckled as he ate the remaining piece. Half
of it was still lodged in her pussy. She felt her clit get hard
as his face approached, and his tongue flicked out and scratched
her clit with a fast movement. She almost exploded into orgasm
as he teased her clit over and over, and then began to eat the
banana out of her cunt. Finally, she could resist it no longer,
and her orgasm exploded in a wave of lust and pleasure.
"My turn," were the only words she heard, and without releas-
ing her, the man fingered her some more, removed the banana, and
she felt his hard dick entering into her. As he thrust, she
thought he would never stop, her back was hurting from being
pounded against the table. All of a sudden she felt a searing
pain and realized he bit her nipple! Her nipple began to harden,
and he continued his game, alternating abuse with soft saliva
circles, all the while pounding into her. Finally, when he was
about to come, he unhooked her legs, and by pulling on her arms,
forced her head down on top of his cock, and forced her to suck.
Helpless as she was, she had no choice, and when he came, he came
all over her face, and her breast, and the mask.
When next he spoke, he said "Don't be upset, this is what you
wanted. I was worried about you, found your car on the highway,
and the owner of the house let me 'take care of you.'" As he
removed his mask, she found herself looking into the spent eyes
of her boyfriend, Derek.
"Derek!" she said half furious, half relieved.
"Yeah, you always wanted a bondage fantasy, so I thought
we could make a realistic one" and smiled.
That's when she kicked him in the balls. Diane, Binky to her
friends, takes no shit, from no man...
| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of |
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