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I was sitting at the typer, trying to filter the streams of shit flowing throughmy brain into something pure and true and simple. Ya right. ?Fuck writing,fuck writing, fuck writers, fuck writing, I should just write obnoxious sexstories,? I mumbled to myself, frozen and dumb, and then the phone rang. ?Truthor Sex, no contest, no shit, this had better be a female,? I said, pickingup the phone.

?Hello,? I asked, hopeful but cool.

?Hello?! Lance?? Her voice was semi loud, dangerously close to the over-eagerbimbo's voice.

?Who's Lance?? I asked, befuddled. Hold on a second, buddy, you're Lance,you have been for a while now. ?Ya, Lance. Who's this? State your business.?

?It's Ashley.?

?Oh?...What do you want??

?Well, I was just wondering what you were doing, if you wanted to do something,I don't know.?

?Like what?? I asked, a testiness in my voice. Everyone's always waiting aroundfor me to take control of the situation. I don't want to anymore. I want tosit back forever. I want to fall asleep and let the hands of beautiful slavegirls carry me to victory and glory and the Kingdom of Got.

?I don't know...um....we could...,? she faltered.

?You want to get raped again? Look, you called me. Figure it out.?

?Well, we could go out to eat and to a movie or something,? she suggested,a little hesitantly, but mostly she was too dumb to know hesitation, or atleast that's what she put on.

?Like a date?? I responded. ? Ya right..I'm sorry, but I've made it prettyclear I wouldn't go on a date with you. Cut the shit,? I said.

?Okay. Well, um, what would you want to do?? she asked, insecure and dumband Ashley , the girl with the rape fantasy and the thick thighs andthe pouty lips. I thought about her thick thighs over there on the other sideof the line. I thought about the way the back of her throat felt against mycockhead. I thought about the obscene stories I'd been reading on the internetabout teen-age girls tying each other up. Well, reluctant or not, Lance alwayshas a plan.

?Just come over. Right now. Come over. You know where I live?? I asked her.

?Ya. I think so.?

?Come over.?

?Alright, I'm leaving right now.?

Fast forward 15 minutes. The doorbell rings. I'm wearing a wife beater andboxer shorts, crazy and ready to ravage this helpless little animal. I don'tmean ready to rip her clothes off right away and penetrate her. I just wantto play around with this thing, this Ashley with her assand her mouth and her pussy.

I look in the hallway mirror on my way to the door and admire all the definitionof my physique. Maybe I'm a narcissist, maybe I'm vain, or maybe where there'sa little appreciation to be had I'm just not afraid of having it. I look good,little darlings. Come and get some, I'm sex obsessed, absolutely.

I open the door. She's wearing a tight pink sweater, tight jeans and adidas.Her bust is big, real big, I'm guessing in the upper C's. With her sweaterso tight her bust hangs nicely over her flat stomach. She's wearing a littlemake-up and her face is very tan. She's obviously been spending timeat the tanning booth. It was coming close to that fake orange tan worn by theinsecure girls waiting around for their first true love to knock out of nowhere.

?Hey, Lance,? she says, beginning to step inside. I put my finger to her chest,just above her breasts, and push her back, gently, before she can make it inside.I don't have to be forceful, she responds, pauses in my doorway. The sweaterfeels soft.

?Did you ever get off at that party? How was it? Sorry I couldn't stick aroundto help you out, but I was a raving drunk lunatic and I felt like being anasshole. You tend to bring that out in me. Anyhow, before I'm going to allowyou in, I want you wearing more skin. I want to see more of that tan. Comeback in something a lot more revealing. A lot more revealing. Ifit's not good enough I'll send you back a second time,? I tell her. She's nonplussed.I shut the door on her. She'll come back.

I go to put on some jeans and on my way upstairs I spot a cardinal out ofmy back window. I watch it for a while. I think of how the mating ritual ofthe cardinal is so much simpler, so straightforward and free of all the extraneousbullshit. If cardinals rape other cardinals?and I don't know if they do, I'mnot Jack Hanna, but say they do--it's probably not a traumatic, depraved, god-forsakenthing. It's not followed by jail time for the criminal and therapy for thefemale. After the bird gets it out of his system, he flies away and looks forsome grub. No worries. That's just the way it goes. Sex is always there, sometimesit reveals itself, and then it's over. The female probably forgets about ittoo, looks for some grub herself. Ah well , she thinks, my holewas stuffed a minute, now it's not. It aches a little, but I don't care, Ijust want some good bird seed . Maybe later, if another, more dashingyoung cardinal doesn't come around, she'll be willing for the bird-rapist thistime. Not that I'm advocating a lax approach to rape here, or suggestingthat women are melodramatic when they get raped ?Hey! Rapists readingperv stories! Don't rape! It's very bad! Serious!--I just envy the animal'seasygoing way with sex.

Well, I had to think about something on my way up the stairs. The mating ritualof the cardinal is there, too.

Anyhow, fast forward 20 minutes. Looking dashing in my jeans and my wife beater,I hear the doorbell ringing again.

A fine sight is waiting behind the door. This time Ashley's wearing tightlittle red cotton shorts. Her legs are as tan as her face. The shorts end justbeneath her butt's crease. Her crotch suggests itself. Her upper body is encasedin a tight white cotton t-shirt. Her bust hangs over the flatness of her stomacheven better than in the sweater. Her shirt ripples over her stomach, bunchingup a little and showing some tan stomach skin just above her shorts. Her hairis in a ponytail. Her feet wear flip-flops. The tips of her toenails and fingernailsare painted white.

?This is how I like you,? I say, gently pulling her inside by her upper armsand letting her walk up ahead of me. I want to walk behind her like I did lasttime, so I can look at her ass in her little shorts. While she walks up thestairs to my living room her flip-flops make the flipping and flopping sound.It's all very cute.

When she makes it into my living room she stops by the couch, kicks up herheel idly, runs her hand through her pony tail and then puts a piece of guminto her mouth. I just watch her, waiting to see what she'll do. I feel likea predator, I feel gross feeling like a predator, but feeling her mouth aroundmy cock feels too right for it to matter. She looks back at me and smiles.A voice tells me, look at her, she's idiocy, warm pussy, and a few cutehabits in between sex, cute habits merely there to take up intermediate space.The rest is blarney.

?Sit down,? I tell her. She sits on my couch, leans back and rests her handson her knees. I walk over to her, hover above her, grab her right leg underthe knee and lift it over her left. ?I like your legs crossed,? I instruct,dragging my finger across her upper thigh a little, tracing it down to herknee. Her leg starts kicking. ?That's good,? I say, ?Kick your leg like that.? Thekick picks up a little vivacity. ?Stay here, blow some bubbles with your gum.I'll be back when I'm ready for you,? I tell her. ?Okay,? she replies, meeklybut contentedly.

Upstairs in my room, with my door shut so Ashley can't hear me, I flip a quarterin the air while calling Lane. Let me tell you about Lane. Most importantly,she can be a bit of a bitch. If she thinks somebody has crossed her, she won'thesitate to get her revenge. You know what, she's ridiculously a bitch. She'sa caricature of a bitch. A demon flew up her ass and it still hasn't decidedto come out yet. By now, none of us are any longer waiting for it to come out.Not only is she a major bitch, she's a very attractive major bitch. The deadliestcombination. She's a classic beauty, with brown hair, piercing eyes, the bitch'shaughtiness, the bitch's assertiveness. A good body, of course. She wantedme because I was the only one she might not be able to get. Because I'm aloofand crazy and indifferent and disinterested and irreverent and all sorts ofwild stupid shit....So, liking me and all, when I didn't pay Lane any mindat the party but instead fucked Ashley, it pissed Lane off. A lot. Ashley wasimmediately put on Lane's shitlist. Before Ashley would have been on her ?Idon't even notice that you exist? list, but now she was on her shitlist. Idon't care for any of the cliquey snobbish bullshit, but these girls are allso alluring, I don't notice it, don't care one way or the other.

?Hello?? Lane answers.

?Lane, are you busy?? I ask.

?Lance? What's up??

?You're not doing anything important are you??

?No, why??

?Ashley's at my house...?

?Why do I want to hear about this??

?Just listen. She's a clingy bitch, won't leave me alone. When I fucked herat that party, I was real drunk, hardly knew what I was doing, was on autoget-nearest-available-sex pilot. I might be able to see myself with you, okay,but not her. She's a nuisance. So, why don't you come over and help me showher where she stands??

?What did you have in mind?? she asks, obviously elated.

?I don't know. Just come over. When you get here, just act like you were stoppingby.?

?Nikki and Kaitlyn are with me. I'm bringing them with.?

?Sure,? I say, and hang up. I'm happy to have Nikki and Kaitlyn around. Goodlooking girls flock together. These girls are also hot. Especially Kaitlyn.Kaitlyn I want. I doubt Nikki and Kaitlyn think much of Ashley, so they won'tobject to Lane's revenge. They might not be bitches like Lane, but nobody'sall that friendly.

Coming back downstairs, Ashley stares blankly out the window. I walk up behindher, grab her by the hand, spin her around and look her over. I grab her asscheeks and pull her crotch against mine. ?Sit down again, like I told you to,? Itell her, guiding her by her ass to the couch. I lift her left leg over herright and she kicks her ankle. I cradle her face with my hand and say, ?Stayhere. I'll attend to you when I'm ready. Right now I'm busy.?

?What are we going to do?? she asks.

?We aren't going to do, I'm going to do. You. But I'm not ready, so you'regoing to wait. You'll be sitting right there when I'm ready to fuck you.?

?Okay. Can I have something to drink while I wait?? she asks.

?If it's alcohol. Hold on a second.? I mix her a rum and coke and then leaveher. She'll be more pleasant if she's drunk and stupider than she already is.

I go out to my garage and sit on my lawnchair in the driveway. I smoke a cigaretteand wait for the girls to come. It doesn't take them long. Thank god for thesummer, the heat, it gives them all the excuse they need to dress like sluts.Halter tops, short shorts, sandals, bare feet.

?Where is she?? Lane asks.

?Inside. She's not going anywhere.?

?How are you doing Lance?? Kaitlyn asks me.

?I don't know. Do you girls know what you're going to do to her?? I question.

?Well,? Lane says, ?something mean.?

?Right,? I say, ?creative. Come here.?

I show them a giant roll of white athletic tape. I tell them to do a ridiculousjob taping her up. After that, I say, she'll be helpless, so you can do whateveryou need to do to her.

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Sitting in my living room, we're all drinking rum and acting merry. Ashleyis startled. She doesn't know my friends very well but they're pretending tobe friendly with her. She doesn't say much. She's embarrassed about her sluttyclothes. Mostly Me Lane Kaitlyn and Nikki talk. I flirt with them blatantly.Once in a while we make a pathetic attempt to include Ashley in our conversation.They usually sneer at her responses. I'm just enjoying watching the predatorsfiddle around with the prey. And Ashley's obliviousness is cute to a maniac.

After a while I have to piss. Over the sound of the piss hitting the toilet,I think I hear the sound of tape unraveling. Apparently they were sick of waiting.Walking back downstairs, I see Nikki has her hand over Ashley's mouth and ispinning her arms together behind her back. Ashley watches me walking down thestairs, her eyes looking shook and betrayed over Nikki's hand. Kaitlyn sitson Ashley's upper legs and Lane tapes her ankles together. Ashley squirms aroundand moans through Nikki's hand. Obscene stories about teenage girls tying eachother up are much better when experienced in person. It's great when a planactually works. Especially a plan involving hardbody teenage girls tying eachother up.

?Ooooh, be quiet,? Nikki tells her, ?We're not going to hurt you.?

The tape job around the ankles is tight and thorough, going up her calvesabout half way to her knee. Her sandles have fallen off and lay on the carpet.Lane moves on to Ashley's thighs, taping them together so tight that the tapedskin is significantly depressed, making a big groove in her legs, her tan skinjutting out above and below the tape. It's all very violent and serious andsends a generous amount of blood into my cock. I sit down on the couch, lighta cigarette and watch. Ashley's eyes start to tear a little.

With her legs taped up they flip her over onto her stomach and tape her wriststogether behind her back. They aren't gentle, either. As her body hits thefloor, with a thud and a grunt, Ashley can't hold her crying back any longerand begins sobbing. In between sobs she chokes out, ?Why are you doing this?Please. I don't know why you're doing this but can you please still just letme go.? Typical response from a bondage victim. ?What, we would let you goif you did know why we were doing it?? Kaitlyn asks her. Not bad,Kaitlyn. Lane doesn't have any sympathy for it either. With Ashley's wriststaped up to the elbow, Lane flips her onto her back, slaps her and tells herto shut the fuck up. As Lane goes to wrap the tape around Ashley's mouth, Kaitlynsays, ?Hold on a second. Shove this in her mouth first,? and unzips one ofthe pillows for my couch. She rips out a huge wad of stuffing and hands itto Lane. I like Kaitlyn. Lane stuffs it in, gluts her mouth with it and wrapsthe tape all the way around her head, excessively. Apparently she's enjoyingherself, because she wraps it around her head a shitload of times, way morethan she has to, and tight enough so that a groove similar to the one on herthighs is made on her cheeks. Lastly, they wrap the tape around Ashley's torsoa bunch of times, around her stomach, above and below her tits, and once rightover the middle of her tits, across her nipples.

These sexy ass girls are giggling, having a merry time. People are cruel.In this case I don't mind. Ashley isn't doing anything, she's tied up, andit's perfect. She's finally doing perfect when she can't do anything. Everyonein the room agrees except maybe her.

Nikki sits behind Ashley with Ashley's head in her lap and Kaitlyn kneelson the ground next to her, one hand resting on her thigh. Lane stands aboveher and says, ?Look at her. She's pathetic. Do you know why we're doing thisto you? It doesn't matter. You're obviously a dumb whore. We'll do with youhowever we feel like.?

Kaitlyn, squeezing Ashley's thigh a little, says, ?She almost looks sort ofcute. What should we do with her??

?She looks like trash,? Lane replies. Nikki, with Ashley's head still cradledin her lap, just holds her head in her hands and shakes it back and forth alittle bit, playing with it as if it were the head of a stuffed animal or atoy. She laughs and smiles, amused. Then she gets the tape from Lane and wrapsit around Ashley's head, over her eyes.

?Let's just throw her in the closet and keep drinking,? Nikki suggests. Ashleymoans. She doesn't know what the hell has happened.

They throw her in the entry-way closet with our shoes. When they come back,Lane grabs her drink and sits on my lap and kisses me. I have a tremendoushard-on from watching them deal with Ashley. ?Ooooh, you're excited,? Laneteases, and then she whispers in my ear, ?You don't want to sleep alone tonight,do you?? I bring her ear to my mouth, nibble on her earlobe and whisper, ?Ina while I'll take you upstairs and fuck the shit out of you.?

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All of us drunken and playful and stupid, I decided it would be fun to showLane Nikki and Kaitlyn the nasty videos I had downloaded onto my computer.I'm not talking pornos here, I'm talking faces of death type shit.

?Eeeeeeeeeew! I can't look at that. That's nasty.?

?You gotta see this one. Just look at this one. As soon as his finger evenbegins to pull there's a wave of blood all over the wall.?

?You're nasty!?

?Come on, it's not like I'm beating off to this stuff. I'm horrified too,but that doesn't mean I'm not intrigued. Just watch.?

But then I heard desperate grunting behind the noise of the video.

?You hear that? It's Ashley. You better go make sure she isn't dying or anything.? Itold them.

?That little shit,? Lane said as she walked to the closet.

After a minute the three of them came back carrying Ashley. Her gag was offbut she wasn't using the opportunity to speak. She had admitted defeat by now.A few hours in the closet did her in. She was limp and beat.

?She's gotta piss really bad, and she didn't want to go on our shoes,? Nikkisaid, ?How considerate of her. But we're not going to let her use this as anexcuse for being let go.?

They carried her through the walk-out into my backyard. I followed them. Theyset her down on the grass.

?Hey! You already got a wet spot on your crotch! Did you already piss a little,on our shoes?!? Kaitlyn asked Ashley.

?No...well...just a little bit, but I caught it, none got on your shoes.?

?Hey, wait a minute,? Kaitlyn continued, dabbing with her fingers at the wetspot on Ashley's red cotton shorts and then smelling them, ?this isn't evenpiss. This is pussy juice.?

Nikki burst out laughing. Lane said, ?Jesus Christ! I knew you were a dumbslut. That's self-evident. Everybody who knows you knows it's your category.But this is even beyond being a slut. What the hell's wrong with you??

I adjusted my boner in my jeans and kneeled down next to Ashley. I rubbedmy hand over her crotch and put my fingers in her mouth. Her body stiffened. ?Whata fucking whore,? I said. ?Earlier she was trying to get me to go on a datewith her,? and then Lane grabbed me away from her. ?Relax,? I told her, ?I'mjust playing with her a little.?

Lane looked down at Ashley and said, ?If you have to pee, go ahead and pee.This is as good as it gets.?

?At least don't watch me. I can't do it if you watch me.? Ashley begged, butKaitlyn didn't like Ashley talking or making any requests, so she taped hermouth shut again. She still had the tape over her eyes, so we couldn't tellif she was crying or not. She looked appropriate with her face negated. Kaitlyntold her that we weren't going to go away until she peed, so she might as wellget it over with and do it.

We waited. Nothing happened. Kaitlyn kicked her in the side. Nothing happened. ?Hurryup!? Lane yelled at her, ?so I can go inside and FUCK LANCE'S BRAINS OUT.?

And then the small pussy juice wet spot became a much larger piss wet spot.Her red shorts were piss drenched. Rum and coke. At least now she had an excuseto be wet.

We carried her inside and threw her in the bathtub so she could be washedoff. Lane ran the shower pretty cold. We left her shivering and soaking.

Kaitlyn and Nikki slept downstairs. Lane and I fucked like crazy in my bed.All the libido that built up in me while watching them manhandle Ashley waspurged into Lane's sweet pussy. Ashley was in the bathroom connected to myroom, so Lane made her moaning extra loud to try and make her jealous. I fellasleep naked and sweaty with Lane in my arms. Ashley fell asleep?or maybe shenever did?with a probably wet pussy in my bathtub.

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The next morning Lane had to leave early for work. Before they left, Kaitlyncaught a moment with me alone in the kitchen and said, ?Lance, don't tell Nikkiand Lane, but I really like playing with Ashley. I know you really like ittoo, so later, after I run a few errands, I was thinking I could come backover. I don't think Lane and Nikki would be interested. So this is just betweenus. Are you going to keep her for a while??

?Shit, I don't know. I thought she was yours. I have to do a few things too,so I'll leave my front door open. You can come in whenever and do whateveryou like to her.?

?Whatever I like?? she asked, smiling.

?Well, I wouldn't worry about getting in trouble for violating her. She mightnot like it, she might resent it a little, but mostly she'll be too turnedon to complain, trust me. She's putty. I even raped her once. Sorta. She nevercomplained then.?

?Alright. I'll come over this afternoon.?

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After they left I went and checked on Ashley. Lane and Nikki seemed to haveforgotten all about her. She was still sitting in the bathtub, motionless,with the white athletic tape still covering her face.

I ripped the tape off her mouth and eyes. She seemed very shook, sad and tired.I lifted her up and set her down on my lap on the bathroom floor. I put myfinger over her pouty lips and she said, ?Please. No more, Lance. My arms hurt.?

I ran my hand through her hair. ?You'll be alright. I'll get you out of this.You promise to be a good girl, though? You obviously didn't have too terribleof a time,? I said, rubbing her cunt through her shorts. She tried to humpmy hand. Who knows how horny she'd been.

?I'll be good. But my muscles can't take this any longer.?

I got the handcuffs from my dresser and carried her downstairs into my kitchen.After I untaped her I handcuffed her hands around the leg to my kitchen table.

?I'm keeping you like this just to make sure you don't run out of here screamingbloody murder. But I don't really have to worry about that, do I? You likeit here, don't you??

?Lance, I'm embarrassed, but I have to ask you, would you please fuck me likeyou were going to? I can't take it anymore. I was....,? she paused, she seemedashamed.

?What?? I pressed her.

?Aren't you going to fuck me? I was hoping for it all night.?

?I don't have to worry about you getting me in trouble. You want some waterand something to eat??

?Yes.?

?Okay, but I'm not letting you go, so you're going to have to eat it off thefloor. I'm not keeping you handcuffed because I think you'll run away. I thinkyou'll want to stay here at least until I feed your hungry pussy. I just likeyou better that way. Got it??

?Yes.?

?And don't sit and talk to me. I like you when you just sit there. When youtalk I get turned off. So if you want me to play with that body of yours, don'tspeak. When you're done eating I'm going to gag you again, just to be sure.Plus I like your face better when it's gagged.?

?I understand,? she said, and as she said it she got on her knees and liftedher ass up in the air, like I was going to fuck her from behind right there.She wiggled it around like she needed it stuffed next thing. ?When are yougoing to fuck me?? she asked.

?I'll fuck you when I fuck you. Jesus Fuck you get horny. You gotta learnto control that. It's annoying. No more talking.?

I put a bowl of oatmeal on the floor and a bowl of water. She lapped it uplike a dog. When she was finished there was oatmeal all over her cheeks.

?That's revolting,? I told her, ?I'm going to uncuff you and let you takea shower. Let me get these pissy shorts off of you.? I left her handcuffedwhile I peeled her shorts off. They were wet again. Pussy juice again. Herthong was drenched in the stuff. Wet then dry then wet then dry. After I tookher thong off I saw that her pussy was open and leaking. It was shaved entirely.I spread it with my fingers a little, inspected it. It was very lonely. I uncuffedher. She took her shirt and bra off and left them with me. She went upstairsand got in the shower while I threw her clothes in the trash and called Mellissa.If you don't remember, Mellissa is Ashley's friend who told me about Ashley'srape fantasy and ditched me at a party for her angry oaf boyfriend.

?Hello?? She answered.

?Mellissa.?

?Lance? You're talking to me again??

?Looks like it. How's your angry oaf boyfriend who can't fuck you as goodas I can??

?At first he was mad at me when he found out I'd fucked you. Then he realizedhe didn't have any other prospects, and the dork is so afraid of being leftalone he thought he'd better overlook it, so he told me to forget it, he wassorry about being so mad and he understood that people make mistakes. Seeinghim crawling back to me like that, I thought it was pathetic, so I dumped him.Now I won't have to leave you to the wolves, as you put it, at any parties.?

?Ya, good. Listen, I need a favor. Ashley's here. She pissed all over herclothes, so now she doesn't have anything she can wear, cause I don't haveany female clothes here, not since I gave up crossdressing. So I need you tobring some clothes over for her. If she's walking around naked she's goingto leak pussy juice all over my carpet.?

?What?! Wait a minute....Ashley pissed all over herself, you used to be acrossdresser, and she's leaking pussy juice all over? Slow down.?

?Do you have any really slutty clothes? Or does she? Go to her house and getsome. I mean I want these clothes to be fucking obscene. Something a stripperwould wear just before stripping. Or like a halloween costume. You got anyhalloween costumes laying around? I know you girls all use halloween as anexcuse to dress like total sluts. It's the one day of the year where you alldecide you won't pounce on each other or call each other sluts for dressingslutty. You know what this tells us guys, who notice that as soon as it's becomeacceptable to look like a tramp, you all look like tramps? It tells us thatyou all always want to look like tramps, you just don't because theother girls will get mad at you for breaking the rules and cheating your wayto victory in the universal competition to attract men. This is a total shameand a waste of tits and asses and legs all over the world that aren't doinganybody any good covered up by baggy clothes. You should all hold a big women'sconvention, where you all decide that everyday is halloween. If you rewritethe rules, if everyone does it, then it's no longer cheating and the playingfield is even again. Only this time us guys get to see what you all got. Youcan all enjoy looking like sluts and nobody has to worry about having it heldagainst them because the other girls who would be holding it against them arehappy being dressed like sluts themselves. It might suck for the fat girls,but nobody cares about the fat girls anyhow. You see, you women are just somuch more bearable when you look like tramps, and...?

?Lance! You're a fucking misogynist!?

?No, not at all. If I were a queer, I'd be saying, ?You men are just so muchmore bearable when you're wearing military boots and leather chaps.' As itstands, me being straight, they're mostly just unbearable.?

?Alright Alright! I have a nurse's uniform from last halloween. I'll see whatelse I have. Why am I bringing this stuff over again??

?How many details do you need? She's gonna ruin my furniture with her outof control pussy juice.?

?Whatever. How much do you want??

?Bring a shitload of slutty stuff. I might want to play dress-up with my littledoll here.?

?Lance, I was hoping, you know, you'd focus on me more since I broke up withmy angry oaf boyfriend, and now you're fucking her , and I'm supposedto encourage this by bringing you slutty clothes for her??

?Hey, I only fucked her once, and that was after you left me for the wolves,that was an act of drunken desperation and revenge against you. I'm just playingwith her. She's in my shower right now washing the piss off. I've never meta bitch as horny as her.?

?I know. When we were like 14 years old, we were having a sleep over and inthe middle of the night?she must have thought I was asleep?she's humping herhand, right next to me. I don't know what got her going. Hopefully not me.?

?I wish I was there. I think I want to fuck a 14 year old...Hold on, pretendI didn't say that out loud. Anyhow, bring em quick. She's going to be out ofthe shower soon and her pussy's going to be spraying like a volcano.?

I hung up and then ran upstairs to see what was taking our Ashley so long.When I peeled back the shower curtains, she was just standing there and lettingthe water wash over her.

?How long's it take to take a shower?!? I asked her, and then I turned thefaucet all the way to cold.

?UGH!? she squealed as her body stiffened.

?Hurry up. And where's the keys to your car??

?In my purse.?

?Where's that??

?In the closet in the entryway. Why??

I left her in the bathroom as she stepped out of the shower. I didn't findmuch in her car. Some crappy cds. She still listens to Britney Spears. Someother obscure punk garbage I had no interest in. I stole a few dollars foran overpriced coffee because I'm poor and I wanted one and if she got one forherself she might get chubby and then it wouldn't be as fun raping her.

When I got back inside, Ashley was sitting naked on my living room couch.I told her the plan.

?I threw your clothes in the trash because they were disgusting, so you can'tgo anywhere, and anyhow, I might want some more of you later. So you're stayinghere. But I can't just leave you here roaming around through my shit and actingstupid, and probably fingering yourself and getting your pussy juice all over,so I'm going to tie you up. I don't know when I'll be back.?

?Are you going to tie me up as bad as they did last night??

?I don't know,? I said, walking out to my garage to find some duct tape.

?Do you think you'll fuck me when you get back?? she asked, as I walked intothe garage. She wanted sex. She needed me to rape her. Maybe she seemed soflighty and empty headed because she could never get her head away from sex.I've never met a certified nymph, and I'm not familiar with the diagnosticcriteria, but this one might be a safe bet. By the time I got back inside Iforgot to answer her.

The duct tape I used was the classic shiny gray type. Looks great over a slut-Ashley'sskin. I grabbed her by the wrist and nudged her onto my carpet. I tied herwrists behind her back, her ankles together, her lower legs to her upper legs--sothat her feet were pressed tight against her ass--her hands to her feet, andher arms to her torso. She was a nice little ball of slut-Ashley. As I waswalking out the door I decided that a little head might be nice before leaving,so I walked back, picked her up and set her down next to me on the couch, withher head in my lap. I ran my hand through her wet hair while I unbuttoned myfly. She didn't need to lick my cock to hardness, it was plenty hard. I guidedher head down and got her going.

?Can you taste Lane's pussy?? I asked her. ?I'd have more cum to send downyour throat but I sent plenty up her cervix.? She couldn't answer me. She wasgagging. I was pressing down too hard for too long. ?You're going to have towork on the gag reflex,? I instructed her. ?I think I might want to fuck yourthroat a lot. I'll probably get a lot of sex from other girls, strong girls,girls who stand their own, respectable girls, wonderful girls, girls girlsgirls, not whores with perpetually leaky pussies...? I lifted her head up frommy cock so she didn't barf on me. While her head was suspended a saliva/precummixture hung down from her mouth and swung over onto my jeans. I scraped itup with my finger and put it back in her mouth. ?...I hope you have an accommodatingasshole too. I might want to fuck you there some time. If you shit or farton my dick, though, I'll throw you out and never see you or speak to you again.? Iremoved my hands from her head and let her work on it herself. She did alright.I leaned back and relaxed. This could be a good way to watch movies, or fallasleep, or read, or play video games, or have phone sex with girls from theinternet, or rule the world, or run a business, or run a marathon, or playgolf, or shoot a gun, or write a nobel prize winner. Shit, this should justbe a constant accessory, something you can throw on like a bracelet. An Ashley.I should patent them and sell them in stores. Everybody could have an Ashleymouth and an Ashley pussy and an Ashley asshole and some Ashley thick thighs.When you turn 18 you should just automatically be given an Ashley. A growingup gift.

When I was getting ready to come I handled her head again. ?You know who Ireally want to make love with?? I asked her. ?Your older sister. She's a beautifulgirl, a fine woman. She's got her shit together. She's someone I could seemyself having a real relationship with. How did you become such a twit witha sister like that?? Her sister is a few years older than me. I think I wantto marry her.

By this point in the cocksucking session she was trying to hump the couch.No good. After I came in her mouth I went into my kitchen and grabbed a paperplate. I put it on the floor and then put her on the floor with her pussy rightover the plate. ?Don't squirm away from this plate. Keep it under your pussy.If any of your pussy juice drips down I want it to land on the plate. MaybeI'll pour it into a friend's drink for a prank or something.?

I left. Went and got a coffee with her money.

5.5

At the coffee shop I saw a gorgeous girl I'd never seen around town before.Where have you been, darling? Let's elope. She was petite and dark skinnedand doll faced. She didn't look real. She looked like a comic book beauty.Her features were too ideal, too prim. I wanted to get underneath her perfectdoll skin. It looked soft and botchless. If nothing else I just wanted to touchit. I wanted to pinch it. I wanted to cut it off and wave it in the air likea flag. I wanted to get inside of it, inside of her, through any of the threeavailable holes. I'd tell you what she was wearing?you know, the visual ofa female, that's my thing?but you crazy readers are probably getting boredof that by now. I approached her.

?Hey. I'm a womanizer and you're a beautiful woman, so I have to talk to you.?

?Oh?.....uh...Hi...? In the movies they always have a quick and perfectlyappropriate response. In real life they're flustered and constipated and unpreparedand stupid. You have to read off of their pussy tired little script or elsethey hold it against you, like it's your fault they're scared anddon't have any liveliness or imagination to run on.

?Ya, my name's Lance. Can you get yours out??

?I'm Tonya.?

?Okay. Do you know what eloping is, Tonya??

?Who cares? I'm trying to talk with my boyfriend here.?

Oh, shit. Her boyfriend walks out of the bathroom. Hadn't noticed him. Hesits down across from her. Some putz. He had his hair done up real nice. I'msure they were about to discuss some real pressing matters. I continued talkingto her anyhow.

?Alright, Tonya, I'm going to skip right to it and give you my phone number,? Itell her, and real faintly, from off in the distance somewhere, I can hearthe voice of a putz, saying, ?Are you kiddin, man??

?I have a boyfriend,? Tonya says.

?Oh, I don't mind. I have a sex slave. We're even,? I say back, ?and anyway,hopefully pretty soon you'll realize what a putz this guy is, and then you'llthink to yourself, ?who could I turn to that's just the opposite of this putz?That guy at the coffee shop was pretty weird. He was a tactless creep, buthe was incredibly handsome and he had a seven and a half inch cock and he saidhe knew how to use it really well.' You see, I have a seven and a half inchcock and I know how to use it really well. Here's my number. Call it when you'rethrough with him. I don't really like the idea of coming after such a shithead,but for you I'll make an exception.?

I gave her my number. She threw it away. Her boyfriend was stupefied. I gotthe hell out of there. Shit, what terrible story could this experience everadd anything to? There would be no getting inside of her doll's skin. Not throughthe three main entrances. Excuse me, the two main entrances and the main exit.When you can't make it into the Magic Three, you get underneath their skinthe fourth way, and I had managed that pretty well.

I stood outside of the coffee shop. A beat looking man approached me. He wasafrican american and I immediately took a liking to his eyes.

?Hey, brother, sorry to approach you out of nowhere like this, but my carbroke down and I'm trying to make it to a shelter. I'm broke and hungry andI don't have any money for bus fare,? he told me.

?Don't worry about it, man, just let me get my money,? I said. He kept talking,trying to explain himself. He was ashamed but I felt terrible for his predicamentand I liked his eyes. There wasn't a trace of ill will in his eyes. His shittysituation removed any room for it. He was scraped down to the good part, theopen nerve, the easy humanity. I wished I knew how to prove to him I wasn'tthe least bit annoyed. I gave him fifteen.

?Thank you, thanks a lot,? he said, shaking my hand.

?Good luck,? I wished him. I hoped he'd make it.

I smoked and drank. I looked around. The sun was shining. A dog walked by.A bee made love to a flower. But I didn't notice any of that. All I could seewere lithe female bodies being twisted and turned and pulled and prodded andused. I went back home.

6

When I got back to my house Mellissa was sitting on my couch with a big pileof clothes next to her. Ashley was standing before her, wearing a tight, shortblack dress and black high heels. A pile of used duct tape and a paper platelay on the carpet next to her.

?What do you think?? Mellissa asked me.

?Too classy. She's more towards bag-of-slut, less towards sophisticated womanI'd want to take out to dinner. I'd rather see you in that dress. Why wouldyou want to give that to her, anyway??

?I wouldn't. I just want to see if she looks good in it. I got better stufffor her here.?

I sat down and watched the show for a while. Ashley would try to poke herass out in her skirts and look sexy. Sometimes, while waiting for Mellissato pick something else out, she'd sit down and cross her legs, kicking herfoot. At one point, bored and capricious, I got up and danced with Ashley alittle. I wanted to feel her up. I liked to grab and squeeze her thick thighs,smack them a little, watch the meat shake about the bone. Her nipples werehard, and without a bra they shown well through her shirts. I pinched themand she was very responsive.

While dancing Ashley tried to kiss me on my cheek.

?Don't kiss me, you dumbass. I just shot a load in your mouth.? I snappedat her.

?Mellissa asked me to wash my mouth out earlier.?

?Why??

?She wanted to kiss me.?

?Mellissa,? I said, ?you've sucked me off. What's the big deal??

?I wanted to make out with her , not frantic little spermies.?

?Alright.?

I sat back down. Mellissa had an outfit for Ashley with tube socks, the oneswith the stripes on the top. What the fuck? In what universe is this a turnon? Little boys wear those. If I saw Ashley or any girl in them I'd never beable to find them attractive again. Before Ashley put them on I took off myshoe and threw it at her head, hitting her right in the back of the head andstartling her. She stared back at me, not knowing what to think or do.

?Don't put those on. What are you thinking, Mellissa?? I said, chuckling atsomebody getting hit in the head with a shoe.

?Come on, Ashley,? Mellissa said, pulling Ashley out of her I'm-a-dumbass-and-I-just-got-hit-in-the-head-with-a-shoetrance, ?try these on then.?

?Mellissa,? I said.

?Lance,? she replied.

?You should take her shopping at a little kid's store. Get stuff for her thatshe can barely fit in, that threatens to rip and automatically hikes up allthe time. I'll give you money.?

?Do it yourself.?

?Maybe. I just remember this one time, I was at Toys R' Us for some reason,and I saw this little glittery barbie doll outfit, made for like 9 year olds,and I remember thinking about how much I wanted to make a certain someone wearit.?

?A 9 year old??

?No. A previous girlfriend.?

?Did you ever get her to wear it??

?No. I should go back and see if they still have it.?

?Do you like these, Lance?? Ashley asked me. She was wearing a little wifebeater and cut-off jean shorts. She acted like the day before never happened.

?They're alright,? I replied, ?but cut the shorts a little shorter, up atan angle so I can see buttfolds. What do they call those shorts? Bootie shorts?The ones Mariah Carey always wears??

?When am I going to wear this stuff??

?I don't know. When you come over here bugging me, like you did yesterday.?

I started to get bored. Then an idea struck me. ?Hey, I'm going to go somewhereagain,? I said. ?Mellissa, tape her up again before you leave. And put thepaper plate under her pussy like I had it. Leave me some slutty shit for her.And leave the front door open.?

Mellissa's a good girl. I left.

7

I drove around to all kinds of stores: Sam's Club, Target, the hardware store,Sex World. I'd look over all the merchandise and if I could come up with anykind of sick purpose for something I would throw it in my cart. The peoplechecking me out probably thought I was nuts or a rapist. I probably wouldn'tend up using half of the stuff, but I wanted room to be creative later on.Spending all this money, I'd have to eat peanut butter and jelly sandwichesfor a while.

Having gotten a little overeager with it, my car was completely full on myway home. When I pulled into my driveway, I saw Kaitlyn's car parked on theroad.

8

I had snuck in because I wanted to see what the two of them were like alone.I was hiding behind the wall divider in my kitchen, watching the two of themsitting together on my couch. It just keeps getting more surreal ,I thought, being struck by how alluring they both looked. You wouldn't believewhat I saw. This was the stuff of high-school daydreams, not my living room.

Ashley was wearing a green, tiny little plaid skirt, a white button up shirttied off to reveal her stomach and with the top few buttons undone to revealcleavage, tight fitting, semi-clear white knee socks pulled up to just aboveher knees, and a pair of black high heels. Her hair was in pigtails and herface wore light make-up. Mellissa had finished her off with a real banger.

Kaitlyn wore tight blue jeans that stopped just below her knees, leaving exposeda pair of shiny smooth shins and calves. She wore a pair of high heeled sandalswith skinny leather straps that encircled her ankles. Her breasts were eagerto declare themselves in a tight, light brown tank top.

It looked like the very beginning of a porno movie. A porno movie I was aboutto live. A porno movie perfectly suited to my odd bents. Ashley was hogtiedwith the duct tape again, laying on her back on the couch with her face inKaitlyn's lap. The duct tape was wrapped around her head over her eyes andmouth to blindfold and gag her. With one hand Kaitlyn was running her fingerover Ashley's taped face and with the other she had Ashley's skirt pulled upand was teasing her pussy through her black thong. As much as she could wrappedup in the duct tape, Ashley squirmed in reaction to the pussy teasing. As faras I knew, she still hadn't come yet. She'd been waiting a day or so.

It appeared that Kaitlyn was waiting for me because she had the tv on BETto watch music videos with hot objectified rap sluts parading around in nextto nothing. At least I hope that's why she wanted to watch them. That's whyI check them out.

I walked in. Kaitlyn looked up at me and flashed me a warm smile. NormallyI just call the worth-looking-at ones hot, but Kaitlyn is up a grade at beautiful.Why hadn't I payed this girl more attention? She was so perfect and prim. Darkskinned. Dark brown hair. She was delighted sitting there with the house slutin her lap. It was adorable.

?Does she even know who's lap her head is resting in?? I asked her.

?No. But her pussy doesn't seem to be too picky about it,? she replied.

I reached into Kaitlyn's lap to lift Ashley's head and unwrap her blindfoldand gag. When Ashley was done grimacing from the tape pulling on her hair,she looked up at Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn gave her a warm smile back. It was similarto the smile she gave me, but this one had some pity thrown in. Ashley respondedwith another squirm to Kaitlyn's teasing hand. Kaitlyn moved her fingers toAshley's mouth and played around with her pouty lips.

I flipped Ashley onto her stomach at the other end of the couch so I couldfocus on Kaitlyn. I sat down next to Kaitlyn and took her hand in mine. I clearedher hair from her face and studied her eyes. A pillar of light came down fromheaven and illuminated her. A choir of angels sang. Something in my gut wasbrewing, and it wasn't just lust.

?I'm just realizing how much I adore you,? I told her. Her lips curled toa slight smile and she leaned forward. We kissed each other lightly.

?Let's untie her,? Kaitlyn said. We lifted her up from the couch and set heron the ground. When Ashley was untied she stood up and stretched out. Kaitlynstraitened her socks out and spun her around to give her a good look. Her skirtdidn't cover much up. Kaitlyn lifted it to get a look at her thong-split ass.She gave it a pat and a squeeze and pulled on the thong a little to floss Ashley'spussy.

?Walk around for us a little,? Kaitlyn said. Ashley walked back and forthin her high heels, her pigtails and her skirt moving to the rhythm of her footsteps.Kaitlyn grabbed her by the backs of her thighs, pulled their bodies togetherand said, ?Look at these legs, Lance. And these tits.? She squeezed Ashley'snipples, which were visible through the white button up shirt. ?Who dressedher up like this? Last night she was covered in piss.?

?Mellissa came over today and left a bunch of clothes for her. I don't knowwhere she put the rest of the clothes but we'll see her in them,? I told her. ?AndI made her take a shower.?

?She set the clothes on your bed,? Ashley informed me. Nobody responded toher.

Kaitlyn sat down on the couch and had Ashley kneel down on the ground in frontof her. She grabbed Ashley's face on both sides and questioned her, ?Have youever licked pussy before??

I kneeled down on the ground behind Ashley and played with her pussy. It wassopping. I ran my finger lightly over her clit and her body tensed up. Shemoaned softly. I looked at the juice on my fingers and it was creamy. I putmy fingers in Ashley's mouth and she automatically sucked the juice off. Herwhole body felt warm. She was beginning to perspire. My hand found it's wayup her shirt to her generous tits. The nipples were hard.

Ashley pressed her ass back against my erection and answered Kaitlyn yes.

?Who's pussy did you lick?? Kaitlyn asked. Ashley looked down and appearedashamed. She didn't answer. Kaitlyn cradled Ashley's face and said, ?Come on.You can tell us.?

?I don't think I better,? Ashley said.

?If you don't tell us,? I whispered into Ashley's ear, ?we might not be sowilling to make you cum.?

After a pause Ashley whispered, ?My sister.?

I smiled. My erection grew harder. I'm pretty unflappable, but consider meflapped. Now I really was in love with Ashley's sister. Kaitlyn wasn't putoff either. ?Did your sister make you out to be such a slut?? Kaitlyn askedher. Ashley nodded. Kaitlyn bit her lip. ?See if you can unbutton my pantswith your teeth.? Ashley leaned forward and began biting and pulling whileI held her hands together behind her back. They were the buttons that pop inand out, not the ones that go through a tiny slit in the fabric, so it wasn'ttoo difficult. Once they were all undone, Kaitlyn asked, ?Now can you takemy sandals off?? Ashley leaned down and untied the leather straps. When hersandals were slid off Kaitlyn lightly nudged Ashley in the face with her foot,the skin of which was just as smooth and soft and tanned as the rest of her.Her toenails were painted red.

Kaitlyn stood up and took her pants off. Her legs were long and defined anddelectable. She was wearing a red thong with a wet spot on it. She slid herthong off, and while Ashley watched to see what the pussy she would be lickinglooked like, I slid Ashley's thong off. Ashley's thong was drenched.

Kaitlyn sat down on the edge of the couch and spread her legs, revealing amostly shaved pussy. She only left a neatly trimmed line of pubic hair rightabove it. ?Get me going,? she told Ashley, calmly. Ashley leaned her face downinto Kaitlyn's crotch and Kaitlyn looked down, amused and focused. She lookedup quickly to give me a smile, to share with me her enjoyment of the splendorof the slut. Pretty soon she was shutting her eyes and moaning, and pressingAshley's face tighter to her crotch, to rub Ashley's pouty lips up and downover her clit.

I took Ashley's drenched thong and wrapped the crotch of it around two ofmy fingers. The thong was wet enough to have no trouble sliding into Ashley'sasshole. I tickled the rim of it with my fingernail before easing my fingersin. Soon Ashley's moans joined Kaitlyn's.

My cock was too big to stay in my jeans, so I unbuttoned them and slid themdown to let my cock wave freely. I used it to draw lines of precum on the backsof Ashley's thighs. On the inside of her thigh a line of pussy juice trickleddown. I watched it finally reach her sock and seep in, leaving a tiny darkspot.

?That's enough, Ashley,? Kaitlyn said, lifting Ashley's head away from herpussy by Ashley's pigtails. ?Look at me, Lance,? Kaitlyn said, and I lookedat her pussy and it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. It was glisteningand open and ready to make love with my cock. I felt passionate. I hadn't feltthat way since 8 th grade.

?We need to tape this cute little thing back up,? Kaitlyn said. Ashley lookedat me, worried she wasn't going to get to cum. She might still have been waitingfor me to fuck her. Her pussy was a mess. I didn't respond to her worried look.I was too busy admiring how cute she looked with her pouty lips shining inKaitlyn's juices.

?Tape her up while I fuck her mouth,? I told Kaitlyn. I sat on the floor andleaned against the couch, pulling Ashley's mouth down to my cock by her pigtails.A bit of Kaitlyn's pussy juice rubbed off onto my shaft. Periodically duringmy cock's time with Ashley's face I would grab Ashley's pigtails and hold herhead all the way down on my cock, impaling her. I'd let her up to regain hercomposure before I thought she was going to gag on me.

Kaitlyn taped Ashley's hands together behind her back, her elbows together,and her lower legs to her upper legs. When she was done she grabbed Ashleyby her legs and dragged her away from me. I watched Ashley's slimy face recedeaway from me across the floor, the same dumb-Ashley expression covering it.The paper plate that was laying under Ashley's pussy earlier was still sittingon the coffee table. It had accumulated a good amount of Ashley juice. Kaitlyngrabbed Ashley's thong off the floor, dipped it and rubbed it around in thepussy juice on the plate, and then shoved it in Ashley's mouth. ?Keep it there,? shesaid, leaving Ashley taped up in the corner of the room.

I got up and met Kaitlyn in the center of the room. We made out passionately.I'd fallen for her. I played with her still wet pussy and she played with mycock. We squeezed our bodies as close to each other as we could. I couldn'tget close enough to her. She ripped my shirt off and I ripped her shirt off.

For the next hour or so we made love like crazy. On the couch, rolling aroundon the living room floor, sitting on my lap while I sat in a kitchen chair.We were totally wrapped up in each other, but for a second I looked over atAshley laying in the corner and noticed that she was staring at us intentlyand trying to hump the floor, her thong still in her mouth.

Before we came I carried Kaitlyn up to my room so we could fuck on my bed.Her legs were wrapped around my back and my cock remained inside of her thewhole way upstairs. We threw the pile of clothes Mellissa left us onto thefloor and I pumped it in and out of her as hard as I could.

9

After we came we lay in each other's arms for a while and let ourselves beovercome by the after-orgasm calm.

?You weren't going to go out with Lane, were you?? Kaitlyn asked me.

?No. I would have preferred you from the start. I only fucked her last nightbecause I was horny from watching you guys manhandle Ashley. I never wantedto go out with her,? I said.

?That's what I figured. But I didn't like to see you going upstairs with herlast night.?

?If I would have known you felt that way, I wouldn't have done it.?

We got up and took a shower together. Kaitlyn left my room to go get her clotheswhile I changed into something nice. She came back right away still wrappedup in towels.

?Lance, come here, you gotta see this,? she whispered at me. I snuck out tothe top of the stairs with her. We peeked over into the living room and sawAshley, trembling, rolling around on the carpet. She was laying on her backand trying to make humping motions, like an invisible man was down there fuckingher. Kaitlyn tried to contain her laughter but it burst out. Ashley heard andfroze. She looked up at us and moaned an extended moan through the thong stillin her mouth.

?Are we going to let her come?? Kaitlyn asked me.

?Ya. Then we better let her go home. Her parents are probably wondering whereshe is. They might come looking for her.?

?No, Lance, let's keep her just for the night. I haven't gotten enough ofher yet. We'll let her go later tonight. I don't think her parents are aroundthat often anyway.?

?Alright. You know, you could take her with you to your house tonight, ifyou wanted. I bought a duffle bag today. You could sneak her in inside of it.?

?Hmmmmm,? Kaitlyn thought.

?Unless you want to stay here.?

While Kaitlyn dressed I went into the kitchen and got a thing of pink saranwrap. When I came back out Kaitlyn was sitting next to Ashley on the floor.She was squeezing Ashley's tits through the button-up shirt and saying, ?Youwant to come now, honey? I think we'll let you come now.?

Ashley nodded her head frantically and groaned ?Please!? through her thong.

?Help me lift her onto the coffee table,? I told Kaitlyn. We set her facedown. Kaitlyn sat on the couch right in front of Ashley's face. She playedwith Ashley's pigtails and dabbed at her smearing make-up. I set a chair behindAshley so I could sit on it while I rubbed her pussy.

?You're very cute, you know that?? Kaitlyn said to Ashley. I ripped off apiece of saran wrap and put it under Ashley's pussy, trapping it between herstomach and the coffee table. I pulled it up and over her pussy and asshole.Immediately you could see smears of Ashley's pussy juice on the saran wrap.I rubbed it around over her gaping pussy, spreading it around and getting agood amount of her pussy juice all over it. Her pussy lips moved back and forthwith the saran wrap. I dug different parts of it deep into her to get globsof creamy Ashley-juice everywhere. I fucked her rapidly through the saran wrapwith three fingers and rubbed her clit with my other hand. It was hardly anytime at all before her body was overcome with spasms. She shook and squealedwhile Kaitlyn held her head in her hands. When she was done you could see hertits pressed hard against the coffee table while she breathed heavy.

?Look at this,? I told Kaitlyn, lifting up the soaking piece of saran wrap.I set it creamy-side-up on the coffee table and we lifted Ashley up and puther on the floor.

?Untape her legs and go get a pair of panties to put on her. After that we'regoing to tape her up into a little ball.? I told Kaitlyn.

?Mmmmmmmm!? Ashley said, not happy about it. She spit the thong out of hermouth. ?Please,? she said, ?I've been tied up so much over the last two days...? Kaitlyncut her off, slapping her. ?You were just convulsing an orgasm,? Kaitlyn hissed, ?andnow you're complaining?? She picked the thong off the floor and put it backin Ashley's mouth. Ashley didn't spit it out.

I pressed the creamy side of the saran wrap tight against Ashley's face andthen wrapped more saran wrap around her entire head, keeping the creamy wrapin place. I put a whole shitload on her, making it tighter with each layer,all the way down to her neck. Her head was a cute little pink ball. I imagineit felt awfully moist in there. ?How does that smell?? I asked her. Her thongwas still in her mouth, and now she had no way of spitting it out. Before shecould suffocate I went into the kitchen and brought a needle back with me.

?Be still,? I warned Ashley, poking 2 little holes at her nostrils. I madethem small because I wanted her to still smell herself. I poked a bunch intoher mouth, bigger ones, not wanting to later find a carcass I would have tofind some way of disposing of. She could breathe alright.

Her eyes were cute trying to look around through the saran wrap. You couldsee her eyelashes clumping together in pussy juice. It didn't take her longto close her eyes and keep them shut. Maybe the pussy juice in her eyes stung.

When Kaitlyn came back down with a fresh pair of panties she said, ?Ooooooo,adorable!...is that safe??

?She's alright. Look, she's still breathing heavy from her orgasm. Wait beforeyou retape her, I have to get something out of my car.?

I got a 6 inch dildo and a padlock and a cage. Yep, a cage. We were reallygetting into it now. I bought this not-so-big one at a pet store that day.I wasn't sure if Ashley was going to fit, but it was worth a try to see ifwe could squeeze her in, and I had been feeling particularly sadistic.

When I walked back in, Kaitlyn and Ashley were missing. I looked around forthem and found them outside. Quite the sight awaited me. Ashley was standingin the grass, her arms still taped behind her back, her legs spread out andKaitlyn holding her skirt up. Piss was streaming down. A little disgusting,but bodies have to piss, and it's better this Ashley one does outside ratherthan on my carpet. Before Kaitlyn let Ashley bring her legs together and walkback inside, she got resourceful and ripped a bunch of blades of grass fromthe lawn to wipe Ashley's pussy off with. Ashley had to be guided back inside.She probably couldn't see well through the saran wrap or was keeping her eyesclosed anyway.

When Kaitlyn got back inside, she said, ?Ooooh! Goody! You got a cage!? Iwish I would have known earlier about how Kaitlyn is just as fucked up as me.Ashley opened her eyes to see. Kaitlyn shoved her back down on the ground andcame to look at the cage and the dildo. ?Go get a pillow out of the closetto put on the bottom of this thing,? I told her.

I went over to Ashley with the dildo and got hot at the sight of her tan assand legs, still wearing the green plain skirt, still wearing the black highheels and the white knee-high socks. I slapped her ass super hard and she grunted. ?HolyShit! you're a hot piece of merely sex!? I shouted. ?How do you like your rapefantasy now?!? I undid the tape around her wrists and elbows. I flipped heraround and taped her wrists together in front of her. She was either willing,too exhausted to resist, or in recognition of futility.

Kaitlyn came back down, put the pillow in the cage, and sat down on the floornext to us. She lifted Ashley's skirt and dragged her finger over the skinaround her pussy, never going in.

?Do you think she'll freak out about being left in a cage?? she asked me. ?Ooo,nevermind,? she said, ?she's already wet again. Look. She likes it. I don'tthink we have anything to worry about.?

Ashley let out a low moan, to let us know that she really existed or something.Maybe she wanted Kaitlyn to rub her pussy.

I shoved the dildo up Ashley's pussy to get it wet. ?Have you ever been takenanally?? I asked her. She shook her head. ?Well we're going to jump right inand get your asshole stretched out. You're taking six inches.? I put the tipof the dildo against her asshole and she made little ass humping motions. Itwasn't too difficult to get it all the way in. Kaitlyn put Ashley's new pantieson for her and then we taped her up.

With her wrists taped together in front of her, we taped her arms to her chest,with her wrists in between her breasts. We taped her ankles together and herlegs together above and below her knees. After that was all settled we tapedher upper legs to her lower legs so that she was trapped in a kneeling position.Then, to top it all off, we pressed her face down and taped her upper bodyto her lower body, trapping her in a little slut ball. You could see the dildopoking out the back of her panties.

Taping her up like this and putting her in a cage is a little redundant, butI like the look of duct tape against slut skin, and I had to see if she'd fitin the cage. Kaitlyn held her balanced on her ass, so that her head was facingup, and I brought the cage down around her from above. I had to push a bit,but we got her in it. You could see the skin of her arms and back popping outbetween the cage wires. When we let her out she'd probably look like a checkerboard.

I eased the cage down to set it upright, with Ashley facing towards the ground,and then shut the cage door. Ashley's ass now poked out through the wires ofthe cage door, little bits of skirt coming out. She made what little humpingmotions she could, apparently to get the dildo to fuck her ass a little.

I didn't need the padlock. There was no way she was getting out, with or withoutit. But I liked the finality of it. So I clipped it on.

?Where should we put her?? Kaitlyn asked.

?Under the sink,? I said. ?That'll be an unusual place for a person to remain.?

I carried the cage into the kitchen, cleared the shit out from underneaththe sink, and stuffed her in. Lucky I have big cupboard doors. She barely madeit in. Closing the door, all went dark for Ashley.

?I hope we don't damage her body leaving her like that. I like her body,? Kaitlynworried.

?She'll be alright. We'll only be gone a few hours. Anyhow, right now, allI'm thinking about is you,? I said, going in for a kiss. Cue the impassionedmusic. Henry Mancini, theme from Love Story . I was falling in love.Impossible-to-satisfy Lance, unflappable Lance, unable-to-really-get-into-anybodyLance, I was falling in love. We kissed the climactic kiss, and all was well,and with her in my arms I felt right where I should be. Don't tell me thisis mawkish. I was moved.

?Where are we going?? Kaitlyn asked me.

?I'm taking you out on a date. We're going to have a nice dinner. I'm goingto celebrate you and you're going to celebrate me, and tonight I'm going tosleep well....Hey, you should give me roadhead or a handjob on the way there.Stuffing her in a cage has really got me horny again.?