Nikki and Todds Honeymoon
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Nikki Suxx - Part One - The Grab free porn video
All the other guys had been really jealous: the chance to serve drinks
for Nikki Suxx, the internationally famous porn star, at her private
party for New Year. Personally, I hadn't wanted to go, but couldn't turn
down the chance for some sweet, sweet commission. Even as I stood there
in the room, watching various famous and beautiful people from the world
of adult entertainment mill about and quaff their drinks, I didn't want
to be there. Something didn't feel right about being at the house of one
of my favourite porn stars: it made her too real.
She was a master of many trades, covering everything from conventional
porn to the most extreme latex and bondage stuff. I had a bit of a guilty
pleasure around the latter that I'd never tell anyone in a million years:
something I'd been indulging in a little more since I found out I'd been
given the role tonight. Disappointingly, though, I hadn't really seen her
all night.
I was considering it could be all the art on the walls depicting Nikki
herself, in her own house, in various glossy, skin-tight outfits, or
maybe it was the porn showings going on in the other room with people
laughing and complimenting each others' performances, when I was suddenly
grabbed! A soft, silken rag that stank of chemicals was clamped over my
nose and mouth, drowning out my cries under the music, and I was hauled
out of the room. My struggling was short-lived as the soft rag's chemical
smell overpowered me. The last thing I heard was muttering about time,
and I saw my legs bumping limply along as I was dragged up the empty
staircase...
I awoke with a start: I was boiling hot, in immense pain, and in total
darkness. I was almost completely immobile, too, cocooned in something
that restricted almost all movement. For a split second, I considered
that I'd been mummified and buried alive, but no: I was vertical, for a
start, and hanging from something. I could also hear something: it
sounded like Darth Vader's breathing. My hair stood on end for a moment
until I realised it was the sound of my own short breaths being taken in
through my nose through something wrapped around my face.
"MmmMMMmmmph! MmmMMPH!"
My mouth was packed to capacity with something soft and moist, but
clamped shut by pressure around my jaw. I began to struggle, but couldn't
really do much. I could jerk my head around, feeling a foreign weight
almost wobble in front of my nose and mouth along with others behind my
head, and bang the front something against walls close either side of me,
but I was sure it couldn't be heard over the din of the music if I was
even still in the house.
I took a panic wracked moment, not sure what to do. I began to take
mental inventory of my body, feeling strange tightness everywhere,
especially around my torso. The methodic breathing I tried to calm myself
down didn't help because of whatever was over my face making it sound so
strange, but I eventually got to the point where I could take stock.
My arms were tightly bound behind me and my hands balled into fists I
couldn't open: my feet were forced to some odd angle by something, and it
felt like my ankles and thighs had been bound together. My entire body
felt like I was in a sleeping bag or something, which by the tension in
it, was suspended from something behind my head, a hook maybe, so that my
feet couldn't touch the floor.
My mental exploration was interrupted by the sound of a door opening
somewhere nearby and girls laughter. With all my might I began to thrash
and scream, clattering whatever was on my face against whatever I could
and swinging my feet back and forth into anything and everything they
could hit. Doing this, I realised I was basically in a tall coffin-like
structure neither wider nor deeper than it had to be to accommodate a
human standing, but significantly taller to make even a tall man like me
not be able to touch the floor. The thudding of my feet and my screaming
sounded so muffled, as though something was covering my ears-
A blinding light! I screamed and recoiled, closing my eyes, as the sounds
of girls screaming in horror serenaded my discovery. Those screams
quickly turned to drunken laughter: mine obviously didn't as I continued
to struggle, trying as best as I could to get my eyes to acclimatise to
the light as quickly as possible.
As I forced my eyes open, trying to ignore the pain, I saw three girls
standing and staring at me, drinks in hands and makeup askew. It was then
that I realised I was looking at them through goggles or something: some
large, circular, scratched plastic lenses covered my eyes, and the
cylindrical wobbling thing in front of my face protruded slightly into my
vision, built from the nose and covering the mouth...
I had to stop thinking about it for a second: the girls mouths were
moving but I could barely make out what they were saying through whatever
was covering my ears. It looked like they were addressing me, but it was
hard to be sure with all the laughing. One of them reached out and pushed
me, forcing me to swing on my suspension back and forth.
"MMMPH! MMMPH!" I screamed, trying to signal to them I wanted them to
help me out with wide eyes and frantic twitching and struggling!
They turned and started chatting with someone I couldn't see: I continued
to try and get their attention, but they were ignoring me now. A moment
later, they turned back and a huge, muscular guy walked into view: he
took a step back and stifled a laugh, before shaking his head and
smiling.
The girls were saying something to him. I stopped my struggles to strain
to listen, hearing whatever I was wrapped up in creak loudly all around
me as I did. He looked at me, laughed, and nodded, signalling that one of
them should hold his beer.
I screamed as he grabbed me in a bear hug, lifted me up, threw me over
his shoulder in a firemans lift, and pulled me out of whatever I'd been
hung in. I was carried, quite helplessly, across the room, watching his
legs stride and the thick cream carpet pass by through those strange
plastic lenses, before being thrown down onto something soft: a bed, by
the feel of it.
I tried to roll side to side to get free but I was quickly held in place
by the girls. They were talking amongst themselves, and the guy was
drinking, smirking at me. A moment passed before he interrupted them,
leaned towards me and started trying to communicate.
He pointed at me, and then at his own ear, before mouthing something I
couldn't quite make out: I didn't need to, though, as he was clearly
asking if I could hear them. I violently shook my head.
They laughed among themselves. I strained to look down and see what the
Hell I was trussed up in, but couldn't see much past whatever was on my
face. What I could see were the edges of some extremely tightly wrapped
black bag around my entire body, looked to be made of leather and adorned
with thick, heavy buckles. The bag around my upper chest appeared
inflated, or puffed out in some way, like something from inside was
pushing outwards. I really did feel like I was trapped in some horrible
porn kingpin's bondage fantasy, and half expected a camera to appear at
some point.
One of the girls suddenly leapt on the bed and straddled me, facing me
and I'm sure, unintentionally, flashing her glossy red thong, stockings
and suspenders at me under her leopard print satin dress. She hitched her
bust back into its bra cups before tying her hair back with a bobble. She
never took her eyes off mine: we stared for a solid thirty seconds or so
while she did her hair, with me paralysed with terror as to what was to
happen next.
She grinned at me like a Cheshire cat before the guy and two remaining
girls grabbed on, holding me tight on the bed so I couldn't move. The
straddling girl's hands advanced towards my chin, her eyes searching my
neck line and upper body. Her hands worked quickly, unfastening things
left and right where I couldn't see them. Lastly, she grabbed something
by my Adam's apple and pulled: a zipper! I heard the best sound I'd heard
this year as a zipper was drawn down my chest to my belly button. I was
being released!
To my dismay, though, they stopped short of releasing me and sprang back
in horrified fits of giggles. Even the guy fully lost his composure. The
camera phones came out and started snapping away.
I wasted no time trying to wriggle free of my bonds feeling the sack
loosen around my shoulders and start to slip off. I couldn't really sit
up through because of something wrapped around my midriff: I began
twisting and turning to try and get my legs out but I was grabbed again
by the guy and bodily shoved back in. I felt a gorgeous whoosh of cold
air into the sack as it happened, but all that did was tell me how little
skin I had exposed! A tiny bit near my groin!
What the Hell was I trapped in?
He lowered his head to beside mine and spoke loudly and clearly over the
music and whatever my head was wrapped in.
"You need to let Nikki find you in that outfit. She's going to go
absolutely mental. I hope you're having fun in there now, because you
won't be tomorrow!"
The bag was drawn up despite my desperate screaming and thrashing: I was
once again sealed back up and the sides buckled closed, drawing it back
to its skin-tight former glory. My eyes filled with tears as I was
hoisted into the firemans lift and carried back to my prison where I was,
once again, hung on the hook or rail or whatever it was.
I screamed and screamed and thrashed and thrashed. What the Hell was I
wearing?
They took one last look at me, before snapping even more photos on their
camera phones. One girl turned her phone and showed me her most recent
image: there I was. Hanging in a single width wardrobe wearing a black,
skin-tight leather bag covered in buckles and featuring one, full-length
zip down the front, and a gas mask I knew I'd seen before. My stomach
sank: it was hers. I was wearing Nikki Suxx's signature gas mask.
The door was closed, and I was once again entombed in the darkness,
howling uselessly through whatever was in my mouth into a gas mask I
couldn't remove.
Lauryn
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