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He was just leaving work, walking home. There was a write-up in the boss's office with Kevan's name on it. "Cash drawer short $25.00." That had happened the previous day, the day after the blowup with his affiance "We're going to be married! You can tell me anything darling!" Yeah, right. Crap!! And today was his birthday! Double Crap! He should have known better than to tell her the lesbian thing! He kicked the ground in frustration. She had his car, too! Hers was in the shop so he let her use his. Well, he thought, this marriage is doomed!
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They'd been at his place, laying together on the couch. He'd proposed in February and they had decided on a late September wedding. They were discussing plans when she looked up at him and kissed his neck. "What do you want for your birthday?", she'd asked. He rattled off a couple of ideas quickly, and she got up from the sofa. Turning around, she put a knee between his legs and seductively slid over him saying huskily, "No. What do you reeaallllyy think of? What rreeaalllyy makes you .......hot?" Now here's someone who's a Mandy Lynn look-a-like(!), wearing one of his (loose fitting on her) t-shirts, asking him what thoughts turn him into a stick shift! He'd looked into her eyes and stammered, "Well.....I..uh....don't...", turned away from her and sighed deeply in frustration. She leaned into his body and said, "Nooo....honneyyy...(kissing his cheek)..it's okayyy. It's alright sweetheaarrrt. Pleeeease? We're going to be marrieeeed! You can.." yada yada yada....
Looking into her eyes again, he was still hesitant. He thought..Well.....she asked.......here 'goes.... "Well..I'd ...like to see some"... Deep breath. . Exhale....... "I'd like to see some steamy lesbian action. I've seen it in movies, in magazines, and celebrities have even kissed on TV. But I've never seen any in person, in front of me." Her face went blank. She raised up and shrieked, "WHAT?!? Just WHAT kind of girl do you think I AM?! PERV! I...I...I'm going to mom's to re-think our relationship!!.." She stood up and grabbed her purse on the way out the door. "...SICKO!!" was the last thing she'd said to him.
He didn't move from the couch 'til she was out the door, he'd been that stunned! He leaped from the couch and ran out the door but she was nowhere to be seen! No car, no nothing. He yelled her name twice. Nothing. Damn, she was quick! he thought. He went back in and called her cell. Naturally he would go to voice mail and did. Called her mom's an hour later. Answering machine. Called her work the next day; called in sick. Crap!!
A van came towards him and the driver turned the brights on. Head down, hands in his pockets Kevan's head jerked away, then back again. "Damn!..." he said "...I'm far enough off the road! Crap on you too!!" He kept walking as the van slowed to a stop, the big door on the side starting to open. "Excuse me?.....We're lost.?...", said a perky but questioning female voice. It was from one of the two figures exiting the van and quickly, silently, coming up behind him. At the same time someone grabbed the back of his collar and jabbed something in his back, a figure covered from head to toe in black was in front off him saying, "Don't make us drop you right here! Get in the van NOW!"
As Kevan was pushed backwards all he got out was a, "What the..", before being tripped and landing on the van floor on his back with a grunt. An arm picked up his legs and pushed him in further while the second person jumped in and was closing the door. As the van sped off Kevan heard a sound to his left. He turned towards it as the light from a street lamp played over a hooded female figure, clothed and hogtied, with a wisp of pink hair sticking out from beneath the hood. As a hood was pulled over his head Kevan got out a, "What do you wan..", before the drawstring was pulled, choking him! "Shut up!!" Kevan obeyed. His hands were tied, then his ankles.
They rode in silence, Kevan's mind racing and getting lost after the tenth, or was it the twelfth turn the van made? They stopped as one of the women said, "Neither of you makes a sound or tries to run. Got it?.....(Silence)......Good." Ankles untied, Kevan was helped out of the van only to have something stuck in his back again and a hand on each shoulder, guiding his way. They went through a set of doors and were led to an elevator, which they rode up and down for minutes. Out the elevator, spun around and led down a hallway, then a right turn. "Take her down there! We'll take care of him!"
Whatever was stuck in his back, Kevan had assumed the worst, was moved to his head! "Now, we're going to untie you. You are going to remove all of your clothes. You will be told what to do, and guided where we want you. Failure to follow these orders could result in permanent...umm.. 'brain failure' on your part! Kevan did as he was told. He felt leather bands placed on his ankles and wrists, then was guided to a chair, sat down and tied firmly to it! And left there to ponder his fate.
What the hell?! Kevan thought sitting there alone and helpless. He didn't have money for any type of ransom. Assistant manager paid okay for his lifestyle, but... Former employee? He explained to people that it was part of the job but that didn't mean they accepted it. There was that bar tiff a couple of weeks ago. Hey, he didn't like guys ogling his girl! His fiancée!, and then his eyes started watering up. Man this sucks. Bad things do happen in threes! At least she hadn't been with him tonight. They sometimes in the summer would walk home, stopping at a cafe on the way...... "Hold it! Stop! MAN, GET A GRIP!!" Kevan thought, "There may be a way out of this thing!" Well, he could hope.
He heard heels! Then the presumed gun was stuck against the side of his hooded head! "Now", a pretty voice said, "I'm going to take this hood off so you can see your punishment! You will look straight ahead of you! You will not say anything or else we will gag you. Understood?" He nodded his head. As the hood was removed, he thought he smelled...perfume?!? "And remember, I'm right behind you with this thing pointed at your head!", said the woman. As his eyes adjusted, he saw in front of him a wooden platform with the frame of a box on it! On it's right side, it had an extra support between the two upright studs. On either end of the platform, what looked like a handles went all the way across each end.
"Awww..have we been crying?", the pretty voice said, taunting him. "To show you how our 'punishment box' works, we have set up a little demonstration for you." At that, a very pretty ebony woman came into the room dressed in black. She had on a pair of open toe 4" heels, sheer pantyhose with a g-string underneath, and a No Boundaries leather jacket, the zipper halfway down. Her big tits were almost spilling out! Her straight hair fell down past her shoulders and she looked like she was just coming from a photo shoot somewhere. From a ring on the jacket hung a leather whip. She took a position behind and to the right of the platform.
Another dark skinned woman, dressed the same as the first, came in with the woman from the van on a leash! Pink's hands were bound behind her, and she was led around the room wearing nothing but a hood! In spite of the state he was in, Kevan decided that if he weren't engaged, he could do Pink. Nice ass, tits didn't jiggle too much, great abs..heck, he could do all of them! He had a 'thing' for black women as well. Good thing he didn't tell his fiancée about THAT, not that he'd be able to tell her anything after tonight! Crap!!
"Get on your knees, bitch!", Leash lady said. She had long wavy hair that framed her face beautifully and continued down past her shoulders. Lips that you could only fantasize about kissing. A svelte body that had tits peeking out from the jacket she wore. Wrap-around legs as in, "Wrap those around my face!". And let's say that Kevan could develop a foot fetish with feet like those! He wouldn't mind being 'punished' by any of these women, but this was reality. Sad, stark, cruel reality.
As Leash moved around the front of the platform threading Pink's tether through it, "Move forward!" was the next command. Pink's knees hit the edge of the platform. "Crawl onto it and bend forward!" As Pink's tits dragged across the cross member of the box, she was instructed to, "Put your nose on the floor, and continue crawling until your legs touch that board!" With the leash being pulled to 'help' her, Pink had no choice. Tieing the leather around the handle on the platform, Leash pulled out some sections of rope and handed one to her accomplice. They tied both of Pink's thighs to the vertical studs of the box. Leash pulled out more rope, and Pink's ankles were tied to the platform as well!
While this was happening, Kevan noticed the girls hands bouncing up and down, muffled sobs could be heard from the hood! Pink struggled at the leash to no avail. "Guess we have another crier!", said the woman behind Kevan. "She won't cry nearly enough!", said Leash. The two women undid Pink's hands, moved her arms outside the two vertical studs, and tied her wrists to the handle with the leash on it. Whip lady moved to the back of the platform, took the whip off the ring on her coat, and loosened up with figure eights as well as whipping through the air. Leash kneeled at the front of the platform and lifted the prisoners head up.
"Now, I remember three transfer students to a new high school who weren't treated very nicely by someone! HHMMM... I wonder who that could have been?" Silence ensued as Whip stopped her warm-up and started gently flogging Pink's ass. Pink struggled at her bonds to no avail, sobs and shrieks getting louder from inside the hood! "This slut also had sex with each of our boyfriends at the time, too!", Leash's voice getting angrier with every word, the flogging getting harder on Pink's ass!
Kevan had time to think, 'Lesseee....no, no transfers to MY school. Why the hell am I HERE!? Wait...there WAS a shoplifting incident the store prosecuted..' The thought was broken by Leash, who said sarcastically, "Oh yes, I remember now.."
Whip Woman had both hands up by her left shoulder, her left cradled the strands of the whip while her right held the handle, ready to strike! "DO HER!", ordered Leash . A second later, the whip was brought down hard on Pink's butt! WHAP!!! Pink screamed in pain as her body arched and her neck pulled at the leash, muscles straining! No one spoke as Pink cried out and her body struggled at the agony of the whip marks making themselves visible on her upturned ass! As she settled down, Whip started the soft flogging of Pink's ass again.
"My My My,..", said Leash, "...I seem to recall......someone with pink....hair......spreading rumors and lies about the new people." Silence. Flogging. Muffled cries of apology. More silence. "Rumors and lies....", she said again. Silence. Muffled screams. Whip's hands were above her right shoulder this time, handle in the left. "DO HER!", commanded Leash, and the whip came down again! WHACK!! Pink's hooded screams were a testament of the pain she felt! Her body tried to get away, causing her ass and tits to bounce!
The flogging started! Bending forward, "Do you know.." said Leash, jerking up under the chin of Pink's hood, "how many sleepovers we had that were actually crying sessions because of you, CUNT?! I'll tell you!!.... FOUR YEARS WORTH!! Our parents WORKED, what did yours do..." Silence, save for Pink's continuing crying and sobbing, "..Miss Money!?" Leash dropped the head in disgust. "You tell her!", said the woman behind Kevan. Whip stopped to look at her and nodded in approval. Leash walked around the platform, heels clicking. "You know what I'm going to say, don't you?", questioned Leash. Pink screamed as her body jerked and struggled at her bondage.
"Four groups of five," Leash said as she held her hand up to stop Whip. "and take your time! Four groups, one for each year. Five 'cause I want you to be able to sit down...eventually!" Pink was totally helpless! "Why don't you call this one?...What..what was that?....We can't understand you! I guess I'll just have to do this one, too!" Leash said, bullying Pink. Leash slowly lowered her hand, as Pink's muffled screams produced no leniency on her tormentors part. "I've got the first ten.." Whip said looking behind me, "you want the next?" "Great!", was the response. Moans and cries came from the hood. "DO HER!!" Whip waited. WHACK!!, started the first five. Kevan's cock started to get hard.
After the first ten (which took forever it seemed), Kevan got to see what was behind him. Dressed like the others, her hair was a bob style with layers. Great legs, and the set of 36 DD's didn't hurt either!
'36' took longer between whips than Whip Woman had, much to the agony of Pink, who's ass you could play tic-tac-toe on now. Leash instructed her partners to, "Get her out, tie her hands behind her, and bring her to me!" Pink soon stood on shaky legs before Leash, who pulled out a pair of nipple clamps! "You're torment just doesn't end, does it?", said Leash as she grabbed one of Pink's tits and flicked a nipple repeatedly with her fingers, making it stand up.
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Putting the nipple between the jaws of the clamp, Leash bullied Pink again! On,off. Pink squealed! When the vocalizing stopped, Leash did it slower; on.....off. And slower, and slower until, finally, she left the clamp on. Pink screamed again and again! Leash, and the other girls didn't care at all, smiles on their faces! Pink's other nipple received the same cruel punishment! When her screams were reduced to sobs again, Leash pulled on the chain connecting the clamps and demanded, "Follow me, slut!" Whip and 36 followed behind as Pink was led by her stretched nipples over to Kevan's chair!
"In front of you is a person tied to a chai..My!, What have we here?!", said 36, noticing Kevan's erection. "You will straddle their lap, or feel the whip again!" Pink was so ashamed! Someone else was here and had been made to watch her torture, to see her naked and leashed! She cried a muffled protest, but obeyed. She never wanted to feel that whip again, EVER! Leash had dropped the chain, and one of the girls had pulled out a vibrator, switching it on. The vibe caressed the pussy of the hooded woman, causing her to moan with pleasure! When her body started to jerk and spasm with an oncoming orgasm, contact with the vibe stopped and her nipples were pulled on, keeping her from cumming! She screamed from the sudden pain, frustration, and denial. The vibrator felt soo good after the whip!
Kevan couldn't help getting turned on! Tits in his face, nipple torture, masturbation, black women......this was just too much!! The women didn't let Pink come the second time either, but the third time was the charm! Pink lost control of her body! It jumped, bucked, squirmed, and everything else it could do, all on Kevan's lap! At the same time, Pink screamed, cried out, gasped for air, and moaned, all on Kevan's lap! As Pink came down from her orgasm, Kevan had a hood placed on him, reminding him....Kevan heard heels clicking, and after a time, felt a womans arms around his neck! She'd gotten free! Before he could say anything, a sexy voice said.......
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY Kevan darling!", and his hood was ripped off! It was his........with PINK HAIR?! She smiled broadly, kissing him, holding him. So all this was?!.....a surprise?! DAMN! She did a real good fake-out job! He kissed her, their tongues dancing. She untied him, stood him up, and led him to another room by his leash. There was a chair in front of a bed. Beside the bed was a table of toys. Kevan was tied to the chair as the three women walked in wearing just shoes and g-strings, stood in line, and turned to face him. What a sight!
After Kevan was tied securely again, the women walked to the table, grabbed a toy each, climbed onto the bed, and started to kiss and fondle each other! His fiancée whispered in his ear, "Kevan, your birthday wish was to SEE women having sex, not join in!" Kevan's jaw dropped as his future wife turned, and joined the women on the bed in front of him!
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