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Simply Screwed
by Debra
Harry stood helplessly staring at the doorknob waiting fearfully for it
to turn. Actually, stood is something of an understatement. Teetered
about would be a better description. Only by constantly shifting his
weight could he even remain upright in the painful shoes he wore.
Seven inches high with needle thin spike heels, lots of straps and
patent leather toes that pinched his feet unmercifully.
His thoughts flew back momentarily to what his life had been just a few
short weeks ago.
He had been sitting in a Starbuck's Caf?, reading the Wall Street
Journal and enjoying the warm feeling of just having closed out his
latest scam. He had built up an investment pool he managed and then
raided it, making off with all of the money his investors had entrusted
to him. As he planned his upcoming departure to the Bahamas' he
chuckled over what he considered to be the dumb suckers he had so
baldly cheated.
As he glanced up from the paper, he saw a vision pass by on her way to
the next table. She was a tall, willowy blonde with almost
unbelievable curves. Although she was conservatively dressed in a
modest length skirt, frilly blouse and black pumps with modest heels,
something about her just screamed sex. When he thought about later he
concluded she had that Marilyn Monroe attitude that seemed to broadcast
that she would be absolutely wonderful in bed.
He almost contemplated sticking out his leg and trying to trip her as a
means of getting her attention when did just that (tripped that is) and
spilled her coffee on his paper. Grabbing paper towels she quickly
began to mop up the liquid, building paper dams to keep the stuff off
of his Armani suit. She was blotting everywhere as she tried to
overcome her flustered appearance and make amends.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered and her voice seemed to resonate in his
head. "Come to bed with me" was all he really heard but he knew she
never said any such thing. Maybe he just imagined it, or maybe he read
it in her eyes. In any event, when she insisted on buying him a new
paper he agreed, but only if he could pick them both up a cup of
coffee.
Soon seated at an adjacent table (his was still much too wet to use)
they began the typical conversation of two strangers. He had an
espresso and she was sipping a latte as they talked. He told her he
was an investment counselor (true), that he had been managing some
investments for a group of rich men (sort of true), that it had been
very rewarding (for him at least) and he was thinking about now taking
a long vacation (definitely true).
She told him her name was Faith Johnson and that she was a recent
widow. Her husband had been the owner of some kind of a technology
company that was very successful. He had sold it just three months
before to Microsoft and then dropped dead of a heart attack. All of
his wealth had been left to her.
When he inquired as to how much wealth she was talking about she had
smiled demurely and only said many millions of dollars. In fact, she
said she was on her way upstairs in the building to meet with Fidelity
Investments to see about hiring some managers to help with diversify
her portfolio.
could barely contain himself. Had he found another pigeon so quickly?
He wasn't even looking and she practically fell into his lap. He
decided to give it a go and see where things might wind up. He
suggested that she keep her appointment but not do anything yet. Meet
with him tomorrow and let him make some suggestions. Then she could
compare his ideas to what she learned from Fidelity and maybe she would
see some better ways to invest her funds. He was careful not to seem
to eager. He did not want to scare her off.
The next day they met, again at a Starbuck's caf?. She asked about is
office (which he dare not return to of course) but he had explained
that since he was planning a vacation he had turned them over to an
interior decorator and they were being painted today, before new carpet
and furniture was installed.
They talked at length about investing and he outlined several programs
that he claimed he used for his investors. The programs were carefully
designed to mirror Fidelity's programs but each appeared to perform
just a little bit better. Faith seemed impressed that his advice
matched what she had learned the day before even though she had not
shared the information with him. This of course was part of his
carefully laid out plans.
They seemed to hit it off and coffee soon extended into the dinner
hour. He took her to an expensive restaurant and then to a night club
where they soon proved to be a hit on the dance floor. One thing led
to another and eventually they wound up at his apartment where she
spent the night. What he seemed to see in her eyes that first day soon
proved to be correct. She was fantastic in bed and the sex was out of
this world.
The next morning, she said how much she would miss him when he left for
his vacation and he suggested that maybe she would like to join him for
a week in the islands. To his delight and surprise she agreed and soon
had purchased an airline ticket and had reservations in the same hotel
he was using.
For a week they lived together in the Bahamas, enjoying the lovely
weather, the sandy beaches and the tropical island. She seemed to be
almost as insatiable as he was and it was up to the hotel room at least
twice a day for sexual interludes. Night would find them exploring
each other's body until exhaustion overtook them and fell into deep
sleep.
.................
It was not until they returned to Seattle that things started to get
weird. They had been back for a few days and he had not heard from
Faith. He finally called her and she said she was seriously
considering the investment advice he had given her but she needed an
adviser to help her pull it off. Would he be interested? Would he
like to come visit her at her apartment that evening to talk things
over?
He agreed and the set a time. When he arrived he found that she lived
in a converted loft which was above a night club. He was not sure but
he thought the club catered to gay people which he detested. It
appeared to be some kind of a kinky leather bar with lots of bare-
chested muscle men. He avoided them as he looked for the entrance to
her apartment. He finally found the foyer down the street near where
the original freight loading docks must have been. The rear of the
building behind the night club was dark and appeared to be deserted.
There was just a dim light over a steel door which had the address he
had been given. A doorbell button was on the frame beside the door.
He pushed it and heard chimes ring somewhere inside and high above him.
After a few tense moments the door opened and Faith greeted him but it
was a different faith than he had seen up until now. She was all in
black and there was not much of it. A leather bra cupped her large
breasts and lifted them up for display. A leather garter belt nipped
in her already diminutive waist and a leather thong barely covered her
private area. Garters hung down and were drawn tightly to black silk
stockings which he soon discovered had seams up the back. Ultra-high
black patent leather shoes with at least five inch high heels graced
her feet. The light bulb above created sparks of light from her toes
every time she moved.
Over all this she wore a silky, see through peignoir set that only
served to emphasize her sexy attire. It did little to cover her and
much to add to her allure.
He tried to hide his surprise but is was evident by the bulge in his
trousers that he liked what he saw. She smiled and adopted a Mae West
pose and uttered her famous line: "Why don'tcha come up and see me
sometime?"
He followed her up the stairs, mesmerized by the constant motion of her
ass cheeks as she undulated her way up ahead of him. By the time they
reached the top he was nearly ready to blow his wad right then and
there. She turned and put her arms around him, kissing him deeply and
rubbing her hot body against his.
"Get naked honey," she purred. "Get naked now!"
"Hurry," she entreated him as he almost literally ripped his clothes
off.
When he was finally undressed she led him into the main room of the
place and he saw a giant four-poster bed up on a raised platform. The
next thing he knew they were up on the bed, her on top of him, mounted
on his love pole and riding it up and down like it was a pogo stick.
Up and down she bounced, faster and faster, moaning all the time until
he shot his load deep into her. She came at the same moment and then
collapsed on top of him.
Once they had collected themselves she began to ask him questions. Did
he enjoy her costume? Would he be willing to try some "kinky" sex with
her? Could he give himself to her completely?
He was surprised by this new tack in their relationship but intrigued
by what might happen. What did she mean by kinky sex?
She told him it would not be anything too outr?. Maybe just some role
play and some fetish stuff. Did he want to maybe try a little and see
if he liked it? He told her he was game but exhausted. She only
smiled at him and told him to watch.
She stood up on the bed and began to undulate above him. He looked up
at her superb body clad in its sexy attire and slowly he began to
respond. She told him to kneel on the bed and start kissing her shoes.
Then to work his way slowly up each silken covered leg, showering it
with kisses until he had covered every inch of her satiny gams. When
he had finished, he was again erect and ready for sex but she stopped
him.
"Stockings are good for many things," she purred. She then grabbed
another pair of them and had him lie down on the bed on his back as she
slowly licked his bare chest. She took one of the stockings and
wrapped it around his wrist. She then tied his arm to the headboard.
She did the same with another stocking and his other wrist. Then she
lay down on top of him and begin to kiss him and caress his chest and
back.
After a bit she stood up and gathered up another pair of stockings.
These she wrapped around his ankles and tied each ankle to the
footboard, spreading his legs apart. Then she leaned over his crotch,
letting her long hair brush sensuously against his bare skin. He
gasped as she kissed the end of his penis and then took it into her hot
mouth. She wrapped her tongue around the sensitive head. She slowly
took him in all the way to the root of his cock and then lifted her
head off. She began to run her lips and tongue up and down his shaft
until he was moaning in pleasure.
She moved away and then returned with a cup of hot water and a glass of
ice cubes. She would fill her mouth with the ice and then spit it out
and take his cock into her cooled chamber. Then she would fill her
mouth with the hot water before swallowing it and then taking his
member in again. Back and forth, hot and cold she teased him until he
was begging her to let him cum. Finally she poised her self above h is
shaft and made him strain to lift his hips up enough to plunge into her
hot pussy. He could not hold that arched pose and he would fall back
to the bed, falling out as he did. A massive effort and he would
insert himself again, only to fall back out.
At last, after he exhausted himself with this slow in and out fuck, she
dropped down onto his hard shaft and rode him to a massive climax.
Before she released him she made him promise to engage in yet more
fetish play with her and to return the next night for what she promised
would be a night like he had never imagined and which he would never
forget. He felt a stirring in his crotch already as he contemplated
what she might be planning for him. She promised that tonight would be
just a taste of what was to come.
Night after night she kept upping the ante. At first it had just been
her nylons which she had taken off and talked him into putting on.
Then she had shaved his legs, telling him it would heighten the sexy
sensation of wearing nylon. She had been right. He had nearly reached
orgasm just from her dragging her fingernails along the insides of his
stocking covered thighs.
Then she had put her garter belt around his waist and stretched the
garters down to the lace tops. She had spend an hour just kissing and
licking the white skin above the dark black lace. He could barely
believe it when she clipped her bra around his chest and added a set of
silicon falsies. Again, she conned him into shaving his chest to
heighten the effect of the leather bra and then the silken chemise she
had put on him.
By the time she added in the first elements of gentle bondage he was
already totally hooked. First, a pair of her old stockings to tie his
hands to the headboard of her oversize, leather covered bed. He looked
up helplessly at the mirrors on the ceiling as she tormented his female
clothed body, teasing him with her own feminine charms until she slowly
mounted him and began her ride to ecstasy up and down his throbbing
cock.
No wonder then that when she suggested a "full Monte" experience as she
called it he went along. Willingly. Helpfully. Actively. He helped
her prepare him and urged her to hurry when she dawdled.
When she was finished he found himself teetering about her apartment
totally helpless. He was wearing one of her leather, wasp waisted
corsets that had been laced down until he could only barely breath.
Each gasp for air caused his newly adorned chest to heave like that of
a heroine in a romance novel. The thing cinched his waist down to a
breathtaking twenty inches. He was sure he had heard a rib or two
crack before she had finished by tying the laces off in a knot and
cutting away the excess that drug along the floor. The thing cupped
the fake breasts that adorned his chest and lifted them up and put them
on display.
These were the latest in high technology and were firmly glued to his
skin. The undersides of them had hundreds of tiny nodules, each
connected to the surface by glass wires that transmitted touch to his
skin. When she pressed her lips to the top of each breast he could
actually feel it. Her tongue licking the surface felt like fire on his
own skin below. The nipples had been connected by tiny clamps to his
own nipples. If she tweaked the inch long erection on each breast he
felt it as a pinch on his own. Make-up covered up the ultra thin line
where the final top covering of the appliance, the skin as she called
it, had been rolled down and glued to his own skin. These things
looked and acted like the real thing in nearly every way.
Around his waist was a micro mini skirt of red leather and a black
leather belt. Both had been cinched tight and then padlocked in place.
The skirt barely reached the tops of his black laced nylons and left on
display his fancy garters every time he moved. Below the lace his two
long gams were sheathed in the finest silk, black with seams up the
back. Seams that were perfectly straight and led down to ankle boots
that had been laced on and then locked into place with fetish leather
restraints. The boots were horrible. Higher than anything she had
ever put on him before. They forced his feet into a ballerina's pose
and perched him up on his toes. If it were not for the heels
themselves which gave a little support he would not have been able to
stand at all. As it was he could not stand still. He had to keep
moving his feet about just to keep his balance.
She had put a leather single glove on him and laced it tight, then
fastened the straps the led up his arms past the elbows. Each strap
had been tightened and then locked into place with shiny brass
padlocks. From wrists to elbows, his arms touched each other. This
forced his back to arch and his breasts to push out in front even more.
She had sprayed glue all over his head and then put a blonde wig on
him. The hair hung down to the floor behind him when she was done.
Large hoop earrings were fastened though holes she had punched in his
earlobes. Garish makeup including blue eye shadow, long false
eyelashes and bright cherry red lips made him look like some kind of a
hooker.
The ring gag that held his mouth open had been forced on him by the
simple expedient of grabbing his nuts and squeezing them until he
agreed to let her insert it. The ring held his mouth open to the point
he thought his jaws might break. It was round and curved to fit his
teeth, top and bottom. There was a groove in the ring that she had
filled with goo before she had forced the ting into place. Within
moments the goo had set and he discovered it was some kind of cement
that had bonded the ring to his teeth.
She had teased him for a moment by sliding a dildo into his mouth and
pushing it in and out. "Quite sexy," she had laughed. "You should see
your red lips caressing that thing. I wonder what a real dong is gong
to feel like." Then she had assured him she was only joking.
A device that consisted of two long prongs joined at one end had been
forced up his nose. It terminated in a ring and felt like it had been
shoved clear up into his sinus cavities. He gasped and tried to shake
it out but she held it in place as she clipped leather strips to it.
These were lead up over his head and down to the top of his arm binder
where another ring waited. She pulled them tight, forcing his head
back until he stared straight up at the ceiling.
Next came a leather, boned, neck corset that matched the one around his
waist. It was laced at the front and when tightened further restricted
his ability to breathe. Almost his enter attention was now devoted to
finding enough life giving oxygen to retain consciousness. It did not
help when she popped some kind of pill into his mouth and poured water
in until he was forced to swallow. Three times she repeated the
process.
"Super Viagra," she whispered in his ear. "That should keep you erect
for most of the night if not longer." He felt her had grasp his cock
and begin to massage it. It quickly grew hard and he was soon bucking
back and forth in her grasp. She took him up to the edge of orgasm and
then left him there.
"Time to go, darling," she said as she clipped a leash to the strap
around his balls. She jerked on it and he followed her as best he
could. He came to a stop when she opened the door and started down the
hall. A quick pull on the leash soon convinced him he had no choice
but to leave the apartment and tag along with her as her helpless
slave.
Down the hall to an elevator and then down in the elevator to the dance
club below. As he tiptoes along he was burning with embarrassment. It
was indeed a gay men's club and they were all laughing at him and
making cat calls and kissing sounds as he was paraded among them. When
she took him into the bathroom and they were alone, he was almost
relieved. At least he was now alone with her.
She had then fastened his leash to a ring in the wall. It allowed him
to move around but he was helpless and could not sit down. He had to
remain standing, moving about to keep from falling over and hanging
himself by his own privates.
She pulled his head forward, forcing him to bend at the waist. She had
a piece of paper that she wanted him to read. He did and he realized
it was a newspaper article describing in detail how he had operated
his ponzi scheme. It also told how he had cheated one man in
particular and how that man had brought in his many gay friends who had
also lost their money in the scheme. He read his own words, "It serves
the pud pounding bustards right," he had said. "After all, they are
not even human, fucking each other up the ass like a bunch of animals."
At the end it told how the young man had taken his own life in shame.
It listed his only surviving relative as a sister named Faith. That
was when the penny dropped and he realized who she was. She made him
watch as she taped the story to the mirror. Then she had taken
lipstick and written something on his forehead. In the mirror it took
a moment to read it as it appeared backwards. It was his name, just as
it appeared in the newspaper story on the mirror.
"Have fun, honey," were the last words he heard as she left the room
and closed the door behind her.
.....
Harry thought the worst was over. Every bone is his body ached. The
corset felt like it was cutting him in half. His feet were screaming
pain messages from standing on his toes all night. His shoulders felt
like they were dislocated and his arms were numb from being cinched
together behind his back. Drool and who knew what else was dripping
from his mouth.
His lips were still bright, fire engine red because each guy who had
entered the bathroom had first read the message, then turned to Harry,
pulled his helpless head down and rammed a cock down his throat. After
shooting a load of hot cum in or around his mouth the guy had
withdrawn, wiped his wet dick on Harry's wig had then carefully redrawn
the lips with the lipstick on the counter.
How many cocks? Harry really did not know. He only knew that he had
hated every one of them and he felt degraded, shattered by the total
experience and desperate to get out of the place.
At first he was almost happy when three guys came in together and
unfastened his tether. He moaned and then screamed as they removed the
arm binder and let his arms hung uselessly at his sides. As the blood
began to flow and feeling was restored, flashes of pain more severe
than he had ever experienced shot up and down his arms.
Eventually the pain began to ease and his arms stopped twitching and
Harry managed to regain some control of his muscles. That was when he
found out that things could indeed get worse.
First, they drew his arms down along the outsides of his legs. This
forced him to bend over until he was staring at his knees. His arms
were bent at the elbows and pulled back between his legs. Leather
cuffs bound his wrists together and a chain was hooked to D rings and
then up to a similar ring on the front of his neck collar. Harry found
himself held helplessly in this bent over position staring at his
wrists and his slightly spread legs. He could see the hook that held
him but he could never free himself. Someone else would have to do
that for him.
He could shuffle along in his ballet boots while tied like this he soon
discovered. He discovered this by virtue of having a leash fastened to
another piece of chain. This chain consisted of links with sharp
spikes attached. The chain had been wrapped around the base of his
cock and balls and locked into place. The locking mechanism kept the
chain too tight to slide off but it also allowed it to slip tighter if
the ring on the end was pulled. When the three guys jerked the leash
tight, he wailed in pain and then began to teeter after them. As they
left the bathroom, he quickly followed along just to keep the pain in
his crotch to a minimum.
They took him out into the main bar which had been closed. It was now
an after-hours private party and there were lots of people in the
place. There was a mix of men and women, most in some sort of leather.
As he was paraded around the room and then up onto a brightly lit
stage, he began to realize he was not finished.
"The problem with hiding your head like that is that it leaves you so
vulnerable," someone said as they slapped his exposed ass cheeks. His
mini skirt had ridden up to unveil everything. He felt a hand covered
with some kind of lubricant begin to invade his most private place. He
clinched his ass cheeks but it did no good. Soon he was "lubed" up
ready to go.
The house lights were turned down and a spotlight lit up the stage and
bathed him a blinding white light. "Our little wise ass is ready to
go," he heard over a sound system. As hard rock music began to throb
though the room, the voice enticed the crowd.
"We can't get your money back for you, and we can't bring Faith's
brother back to life, but we can make this bastard pay for what he did.
Take your time and get your money's worth. We have all night."
He felt someone come up behind him and then he felt a pressure on his
rectum. He knew it was a cock and he tried to move away but two people
were holding him. He begged around his gag but only mewing sounds came
out. Then he screamed as he felt his ass ring give way to the
pressure. Soon he was filled with throbbing cock and it began to
piston in and out as he gasped in pain. When he felt it speed up and
then drive all the way in and begin to spurt deep inside of him he felt
totally violated.
As he looked through his legs at the line now forming, he knew this
humiliation was only the beginning. Man after man was waiting for his
chance. Even the women were in line and the strap on dildos they
sported were of unbelievable size. Surely they did not intend to rape
him with those oversize dongs. Soon he would discover they did indeed.
Before the night was over he would be reamed again and again and again.
Sometimes from both ends at the same time. Screwed. Just as he had
screwed so many of them.
As dawn finally broke, they shoved him, still bent over and tied in
position out the front door. As he struggled to move down the street
bound as he was, teetering along on his toes, his bare and now very
pink ass sticking up he wondered if he would yet survive. He could not
see where he was going. He could not make intelligible sounds if he
should find someone. His leash hung down and drug along the ground,
catching every now and again and jerking him to a painful stop as the
links dug into his still erect cock.
Harry was truly screwed.
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