Jack wrestled me into the house, and poured me onto his living room rug. As I looked at the things I could see from where he'd dropped my boneless body, I suddenly realized that he had prepared for this part of the evening. With a shudder that never reached my voluntary muscles, I recognized a variety of bondage toys: nipple clamps, leg spreaders, and -- butt plugs, of sizes that I felt certain nobody could possibly expect to use... or could they? Jack knew how I felt about anal sex; surely he wouldn't take advantage of my helplessness to abuse me that way!
In my heart I knew the answer to that one. He had already proved to me that I was a bigger slut than I'd ever realized, or I wouldn't have consented to the things I had set myself up for when I took that drink from him in that hellhole of a vile dive. Now, he was going to take me places I had never dared dream of going of my own free will... and I knew I would love him for it!
He was mock-gentle and jocular, at first.
"Here we go, babe; off with the top first (not that it did much to cover those tits of yours.) The boys sure did enjoy the sight of them! They'll be begging me to bring you back by." He pinched my nipples, and grinned at the way they hardened at this cruel treatment. "You may not be saying much, honey, but these titty hard-ons of yours say you are enjoying yourself something fierce! I knew you would enjoy things, if you just let yourself go." He chuckled at his own wit.
The mini-skirt followed the top, tossed somewhere I couldn't see from my position piled face-down on the rug. He tweaked my clitoris as brutally as he had my nipples. "Looks like the little man in the boat is gonna drown in the flood!" To my shame, I discovered that I could still blush, helpless though I seemed. Jack laughed at the evidence that I knew what was going on, and made a theatrical gesture of licking my ample juices from his fingers. He grinned as he made a broad pantomime of savoring the flavor.
"Yep, pretty juicy in there; but that's not enough: time to get goosey AND juicy!" He picked up something out of my line of sight, then brought it to where I could see it. 'Hot Patootie Stimulating Love Gel: Guaranteed to Spice Up Your Love Life' read the label. As he unscrewed the top of the tube, I could smell the stuff, and had an ominous feeling that the spices were masking the smell of chile pepper! Where was he going to PUT that stuff? I wanted to scream; but all I could do was twitch vaguely.
He dabbed a bit on the tip of his finger, and transferred it to my nipples. It felt cool for a moment; then the effects kicked in. It felt as though he had dabbed them with boiling oil, but the feeling didn't die down! The fiery stimulus throbbed through my breasts, and made its way through my nervous system to my pussy. I moaned incoherently, and he grinned in a wicked way that made me wonder for a moment if I had been right to trust him. Surely he wasn't going to put that stuff on tender tissues... was he? |