order to squeeze past.
The last couple I needed to get past tried including me for a moment. A redheaded woman grabbed my face and stuck her tongue in my mouth. Her saliva was syrupy and almost succeeded at distracting me, but I continued.
I carefully maneuvered around the short man with the gut and his new find so he wouldn’t catch a glimpse of me. I got on all fours and crawled on the side of the table to grab my clothes. I breathed a sigh of relief when I managed to grab hold of them, but it didn’t last long.
“Back for more I see!” shouted the pudgy little man, while he fucked his new toy. She waved at me and smiled.
“Just for my clothes,” I admitted.
“Aw, well that’s a shame! I didn’t get to fuck you yet. I’m a good lay,” he bragged. He tried winking but drunkenly blinked both eyes instead.
I spun on my heels and high-tailed it out of the spotlight as quickly as I could manage. It was much quicker getting out than in, which loosened me up a bit.
When I reached the sheltering edge of the ballroom I mindlessly dressed myself from head to toe.
Once fully clothed, I made my way back to Jared and my drink only to find he was no longer there and my drink had been kicked over. This figures , I thought, lowering my head in disappointment. Maybe I’ll just head out to the car and wait for Jared there.
I managed to exit the ballroom without anyone noticing, and I stood in the entry way trying to clear my head. A fog was lifting and I studied the giant house. Maybe I’ll take a little tour , I thought. To my left I saw a set of stairs, one flight going up and the other down. I was more interested in the one going down.
I slowly made my way to the marble steps, and placed my right hand on the gold rail against the wall. It was cool and slick against my hot, sticky palm. I welcomed the change. I exhaled and began my descent down.
The further I explored, the darker it got, and the stairs turned and revealed another flight down. I had a mind to turn around, but lost it somewhere in my curiosity, and continued. The light dimmed until it was as black as the trees outside. Then I heard screaming.
My bones shook at the shrill voice that slipped under the only door. It was a large wood door, similar to the ones in front but smaller. I heard what sounded like metal chains clinking.
What the fuck is going on in there ? I wondered with my jaw dropped. Then, all of a sudden, there was a deafening silence. I waited a few minutes deciding whether to run or be the hero. I stupidly chose to be the hero.
I rushed to the door and pulled it open. Inside was a girl in a mask and a ball gag suspended from the ceiling with chains and leather ties. A strong, robust man held her hips in his hands and pounded her hard and fast while she screamed and winced in pain.
I stood there uncertain of whether to run or try to step in. I took too long to decide.
The strong man turned to face me, cock still buried deep in his prize, and in a firm, deep voice told me, “Get out.” But my feet were frozen to the floor. He pulled his monstrous cock from the girl and fastened his pants before turning around and approaching me.
Run! I told myself. Why aren’t I running?
With every step he took toward me I became more glued to the floor until he was face to face with me and I recognized him as my admirer from earlier. Fear flooded me as I realized who this dangerous man was. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me through the doorway.
“When you’re given a command, you should obey it,” he said threateningly, “or there will be hell to pay.” After releasing that comment into the thick night, he slammed the door shut between us.
Uncertain which of many emotions was taking over me, I started crying. I must have been more startled than anything because I couldn’t understand
The last couple I needed to get past tried including me for a moment. A redheaded woman grabbed my face and stuck her tongue in my mouth. Her saliva was syrupy and almost succeeded at distracting me, but I continued.
I carefully maneuvered around the short man with the gut and his new find so he wouldn’t catch a glimpse of me. I got on all fours and crawled on the side of the table to grab my clothes. I breathed a sigh of relief when I managed to grab hold of them, but it didn’t last long.
“Back for more I see!” shouted the pudgy little man, while he fucked his new toy. She waved at me and smiled.
“Just for my clothes,” I admitted.
“Aw, well that’s a shame! I didn’t get to fuck you yet. I’m a good lay,” he bragged. He tried winking but drunkenly blinked both eyes instead.
I spun on my heels and high-tailed it out of the spotlight as quickly as I could manage. It was much quicker getting out than in, which loosened me up a bit.
When I reached the sheltering edge of the ballroom I mindlessly dressed myself from head to toe.
Once fully clothed, I made my way back to Jared and my drink only to find he was no longer there and my drink had been kicked over. This figures , I thought, lowering my head in disappointment. Maybe I’ll just head out to the car and wait for Jared there.
I managed to exit the ballroom without anyone noticing, and I stood in the entry way trying to clear my head. A fog was lifting and I studied the giant house. Maybe I’ll take a little tour , I thought. To my left I saw a set of stairs, one flight going up and the other down. I was more interested in the one going down.
I slowly made my way to the marble steps, and placed my right hand on the gold rail against the wall. It was cool and slick against my hot, sticky palm. I welcomed the change. I exhaled and began my descent down.
The further I explored, the darker it got, and the stairs turned and revealed another flight down. I had a mind to turn around, but lost it somewhere in my curiosity, and continued. The light dimmed until it was as black as the trees outside. Then I heard screaming.
My bones shook at the shrill voice that slipped under the only door. It was a large wood door, similar to the ones in front but smaller. I heard what sounded like metal chains clinking.
What the fuck is going on in there ? I wondered with my jaw dropped. Then, all of a sudden, there was a deafening silence. I waited a few minutes deciding whether to run or be the hero. I stupidly chose to be the hero.
I rushed to the door and pulled it open. Inside was a girl in a mask and a ball gag suspended from the ceiling with chains and leather ties. A strong, robust man held her hips in his hands and pounded her hard and fast while she screamed and winced in pain.
I stood there uncertain of whether to run or try to step in. I took too long to decide.
The strong man turned to face me, cock still buried deep in his prize, and in a firm, deep voice told me, “Get out.” But my feet were frozen to the floor. He pulled his monstrous cock from the girl and fastened his pants before turning around and approaching me.
Run! I told myself. Why aren’t I running?
With every step he took toward me I became more glued to the floor until he was face to face with me and I recognized him as my admirer from earlier. Fear flooded me as I realized who this dangerous man was. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me through the doorway.
“When you’re given a command, you should obey it,” he said threateningly, “or there will be hell to pay.” After releasing that comment into the thick night, he slammed the door shut between us.
Uncertain which of many emotions was taking over me, I started crying. I must have been more startled than anything because I couldn’t understand
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