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Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

Frankie Montand was given this job to do because he was the best. Or so he liked to believe, anyway. When ever someone needed a kidnapping job, it was him that got asked. And through the numerous crime circles of the city and outskirts, his name was always one that popped up. Grab the girl, keep her for a while then drop her off somewhere. Some of the employers liked the girl to be untouched, while others turned a blind eye and gave him a few days of fun with the woman before handing her over. This job wasn't any different. Pick her up, bring her back to his place and do what ever he liked. Frankie was tall, a few inches over six foot with dark hair that seemed to be in a mess regardless if her used a comb or not. As if he had just came out of the shower and towel-dried it a little too much. Yesterday's stubble was still there, darkening his jaw somewhat. Finally, his clothes were casual -- a light blue shirt folded up at the sleeves and undone at the top few buttons. A pair of trousers, smart. And some shoes that needed a good polishing. Not that the girl was probably gonna mind. Oh. I see you've woken up. Well. I guess I don't need to explain what's happened. She'd been wearing business attire when he found her, and he'd kept it on for now. Needless to say, it would soon be removed -- and in its place something probably humiliating. Her arms were bound above her head, dangling at the end of a short rope that was hooked to the ceiling. Her legs were open, with help from a three-foot spreader bar. A nice, large ball gag was between her teeth. No possible conversation from her.
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

Sindy Stadfield was a self-made bussiness women, and was the owner of a verylarge bussiness going. She found her life to get very boring at times, so she organized little 'trips'. Under the guise of another company, she would have herself kidnapped by men, and make it so they could do anything they want to her. She would then get dropped off at a certen location by them afterwards. She was a quite well-built women, with large C-cup brests, and a nearly perfectly shaped body, a dream to almost any man. As she stood there, looking at the man, her legs spread wide, her arms tied, and unable to speak, she got a feeling that this one was... Diffrent than the others. Her pussy got wet just looking at him. Hope its not too short
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

Sindy, Sindy. Someone doesn't like you very much. Because... y'know... they hired me to grab you and take you somewhere. But... that's not gonna happen for another few days. So for now... you're all mine. If only Frankie knew the truth, that this wasn't some kidnapping stunt. This was a woman's fantasy. A very extreme one indeed. His hand began to run up one of her legs, slowly reaching closer and closer to her crotch. I bet you've had your fair share of boyfriends and lovers with this body, Sindy. Oh... I bet you've been bent over and taken a cock a good number of times. He pulled back, and stood up in front of her once more. Well... have you? Let me see you nod your head. No, it's not too short. In fact, right now I'm in the mood for replies that are on the shorter side. Easier to reply to.
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

Sindy was laughing on the inside, he had no idea, just like all the others. She was sure her system was foolproof. If he had any idea this was her fantasy, things might be very bad indeed. Her leg began to quiver as she felt his hand move slowly up it. Her was alredy dripping wet, her nipples somewhat visable through her shirt. She listened carfully to his question, and decided to nod. It was somewhat true. Her body had been invaded by a few lovers over her life, but most of them were 'Kidnappers' hired unwittingly to do it to her.
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

Just the slightest of nods, nothing more. There was no protest, she seemed rather calm. Or was she putting a brave face on things? The room around them was bare, a few pieces of wooden furniture while the walls were showing their brickwork. A large window stretched across one side of the room, giving anyone perfect view of the scene inside. Yet her kidnapper didn't seem to mind that anyone might see her. Outside was the industrial district of the city, giving her an approximate although still rather vague idea of where she was. Let me see. I'm not gonna fuck you just yet. I'm gonna get my toys to do that to you first. He rummaged through his backpocket and pulled out some scissors, beginning to rip away her suit until her naked skin was on display. It was then, he pulled out the ball gag, and left it to dangle around her neck. He wanted to hear her beg.
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

She decided to put up the innocent girl act, for now, so he wouldn't get suspisious of her plan. She knew no matter how hard she begged or pleaded, it wouldn't buy off a guy like this. She looked at him, with innocent eyes. Please sir... Let me go... I'm begging you... Don't do this... she noticed the window and thought that would add a nice little spin on things. Ill do anything... Just let me go! she pulled on the rope, noting how secure it was. She was hiding her arousal very badly, as her nipples were rock hard, and her womanhood was making a small puddle on the floor. Just tell me if you want me to step up on length
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

Oh, you're going to be doing 'anything', anyway. It's not like you can say no. What I want, I get. You're tied up, and your pussy's all mine. As he said that, his gaze lowered to the floor where there was a small damp patch on the wood. Raising his eyes further, he noticed where it had came from. The nipples only added to the conclusion. Well look at you. Getting all excited about this. We're gonna have a lot of fun! He grinned a little, walking behind Sindy and placing his hand on her ass cheek. The gag was put back in her mouth, and fastened tightly. I want you to count every time I smack you, OK? The gag would turn her words in to a muffled noise, but that didn't stop him. His palm slapped hard against her skin. Ten times each cheek.
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

As he refused her offers, she grew to realize that this guy must have done this before, which kent he was more experienced, and better for her. She continued with the innocent act. No... Don't look at me... Please look away! She shook her body left and right, givingnhim a bit of a show, before he gagged her again. As he slapped her asscheaks, she made a muffled noise every time. It sounded vagely like the number of times he spanked her, but the words were unrecognisable due to her gag. She wanted to be treated like this, taunted, abused and fucked, she just wished that she could spill her guts out without someone ruining her reputation, or blackmailing her. For now, she just had to enjoy the sensation.
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

A certain redness had begun to perk up on the soft texture of her skin from the points of contact, after the twenty smacks she wouldn't be able to sit down for some time without being constantly reminded of what he had just done here. Next, it was his turn to play with her breasts, standing behind her and pulling her body back in to his. Her nakedness rubbed against his clothed form, his fingers tickling and massaging the nipples and fullness of her chest. Not a single inch of them was left unfondled. Oh you like that, don't you? Tell me you like it. By now, he'd grown bored of that and was moving on to other things. The rope was cut, and the spreader bar was removed from her ankles. She was free to move -- but he never mentioned anything about taking off the gag. Don't bother trying to run away. The doors are locked, and I've hidden the keys. Now open the crate underneath the window. There's something in there I want you to wear. No arguing. Just get it on. Inside was what could only be described as a maid's outfit -- one that was custom-made to look sexy, rather than being practical for cleaning. The skirt finished just above her knees -- a decent length, rather than unrealistically short. The sleeves were short, and slightly puffy to add a certain sexiness to the low chest-line of the dress. A white pair of pantyhose, and black tall high heels finished off the look.
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

After the spankings, her legs were trembling, and she was somewhat pleased. This was the way she wanted to be treated, but he was harsher than the others. As he pulled her back and fondled her, her pussy dripped a little big on his cloths, and she had to close her eyes. She let out small moans of pleaseure every time he even touched her. When he was done, she was practicly leaning on him not able to support her own weight. She nodded slightly to his question, but could say nothing. When the rope was cut, she fell onto the floor on her ass, but quickly fliped over when the pain came into play. She looked up at him and listened to his commands. She would not dare resist him, he was obviusly telling the truth. She crawled over to the crate, pryingit open and seeing the costume. She stared at it for a moment and picked it up, observing it. She first strapped on the top, puffing it out to look perfect, then sliped the pantyhouse and skirt on, making sure it was not wrinkled so he was happy. She then pulled on the high heals, then straping them on. She looked upand walked over to him, acting very cooperative, and wondering how many times he had done this before.
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

There was a certain sense of erotic poetry as she dressed herself as the maid. Not a whimper, yet the faint hint of sexiness as she put herself in something that some would consider embarrassing and humiliating. The skirt wasn't too short, so there was no danger of it always riding up. And anyway, she had the pantyhose on so not like anything was being exposed. But that wasn't going to stop him from gaining access to her private area. Her wrists were shackled, and restrained behind her back. Stand up straight. Legs open. Head looking up. I don't wanna see any slouching. He felt as if he were a drill sergeant in the army with the way he was giving her strict commands, but it was all part of the breaking down process. Frankie circled her a couple of times again and stopped in front of her, his arms behind his own back to mirror her own situation. Do you want me to fuck you? He asked bluntly, giving no indication there would be any consequences if she shook her head.
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

She looked at him and did as she was told. She did not resist as her arms were chained, and stood, legs open, and chin up to make sure he was pleased. She was positive that he had done this before, but as she did this, she looked out the window in her periferal vision. A few men were standing outside, watching them, and she noticed, this was turning her on even more. She herd his question and pondered for a moment. If she nodded, she would seem too eager, but if she didn't, she didn't know what would happen. She shook her head, deciding to stick to the innocent act, wondering what would happen.
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

Hmm. Bad girl. Not quite the slut yet. Oh well. Soon enough when I ask that question, you're gonna be nodding your head like crazy. He stood behind her and ran his hand underneath her skirt, stroking the fabric of the white pantyhose. Oh. A little wet, are we? I think someone wanted to say 'yes' to my question all along. It was confusing for him. Was she genuinely scared like she had made herself out to be just a little earlier? Or was she actually enjoying all of this? No -- surely not. He lifted up the skirt and tugged her hose down past her crotch, so he could get access to her. The sound of a belt unbuckling and then a zip suggested he was ready for one thing, and one thing only. Now bend over, and close your eyes. I want you to be dripping wet after I'm finished with you, hear me? Frankie didn't think it would be too hard for her, considering she was already approaching that kind of state. With his hard dick rubbing itself against her pussy opening as he pushed her forward yet holding her for balance his manhood penetrated her lips, slamming inside and beginning to pick up a rough rhythm.
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

She moaned when he touched her, shaking a bit. He apperantly didn't care if they were watched, and she knew that not many things would stop this man. A bit of drool was on her lips, due to the gag. She did her best not to show her enjoyment, but did not do the best job. She felt a breeze as her Pantyhouse fell, and she knew the men outside would probably get a nice show. She bent over and closed her eyes, as commanded, and waited for him. It seemed like an eternity when he did nothing. She let out a muffled scream when he pushed in, and her body began to tingle. As she grew acostomed to his thick manhood, she moaned slightly with every push he gave. She could not help but move with h, only adding to both their sensations. She knew he was amazing. Out of all the times she did this before, this was alredy the best.
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

As he pushed himself inside of her, a large set of blinds collapsed from the ceiling and covered the long windows, preventing anyone else from looking in. Whether he himself had controlled them with a remote control, she would never know, as her eyes were unable to see what he was doing, other than the pleasureable sensation of uninterrupted fucking. His member seemed to get deeper with every thrust, further digging it's way as far as it could reach really filling her inside. She'd definitely feel his presence, and although not one to boast -- he could bet she hadn't been fucked like prior to today. That's it. Moan for me. I wanna hear you... grunt every time I... push in. His hands continued to move around her body, keeping a good grip so that she wouldn't fall forward with the strength of his thrusts. The high heels weren't going to keep her balanced very well, and he would have usually done this over a table for more support. But it was too late. He wanted her here and now, and there was no time to drag her over and start again. He was finishing this. And he was convinced she wanted to 'finish' as well.
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

damn, you're better with details than me She heard an odd noise, like cloth falling. She did not dare look for risk of angering him. Her whole body was moving to the rythem, thesensation overtaking her. She felt her brests slightly off tune with the rest of her body. If only this would keep happening. This is what she wanted her life to be plike. Her job was dull, her freinds could never meet up with her because she would be so busy so often, in only she could just cast it away. The muffled moans escaped her with every thrust. Even though she had been roughly fucked before, it was nothing like this. She could feel her pussy holding onto him like a condom. She was reaching her limit, she tried to say that she was going to cum, but she could'nt say a word.
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

Thanks. I usually get stuck on writing sex scenes -- end up repeating myself until they're finished. With her nicely-detailed bodyshape inside that rather gorgeous looking maid's uniform, Frankie had expected himself to explode during first contact. But it didn't -- and instead he was left to continue the repetitive motion of pushing and pulling back, ramming forward and battering her like he were trying to knock down a castle gate in medieval times. His fingers were gripping bits of clothing, bits of skin. Occasionally her hair would be pulled back a little before he let it go again. Uhh.. Came the faint noise, as the end approached. His movements became slower, more tender -- it seemed like fatigue was setting in. He hadn't used a condom, but it hadn't led to a pregnancy or disease yet. Or at least, the pregnancy part he didn't know about. Usually, once the woman was dropped off -- he never heard of her again. Gone from the world. One final push, one last effort -- and Ugggnhhh . Their clothes were returned to their original places. His underwear and trousers buckled and zipped back up. Her pantyhose back up against her crotch, which now looked to be rather soaking. Frankie pulled her out of the room and in to another with a double bed -- tossing her on to it and warning her to stay.
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

The sensation was overwelming, it coulden't get any better than right now. The constant pounding, the endless motion, it was all too wonderful. Her muffled moans and words became louder as she came to climax. Most of the other men that had done this to her had not lasted nearly as long as he. She felt a pain in her head as he pulled on her flawless black hair. She felt like a jackhammer was thrusted into her, It was so hard. She wasn't worried about pregnancy, if it did happen, she would deal with it somehow. She knew he probably didn't have any desieses, if he did, they wern't acting up. She felt his dick throbing and knew he was reaching his limit when he slowed down a bit. She felt it, his warm cum going into her, it felt so good, she came at the same time as he. She heard him put his pants back to normal and she opened her eyes, feeling and seeing the liquids driving from her pussy. He pulled her pantyhose back up, and the crotch became soaked from their combined jucies. It was so tight, it was almost held inside of her. She walked beside him, and let herself be thrown onto the bed. Her arms were still bound behind her back, and it was becing hard to breathe only throught her nose. As he walked away, she simply laid there.
Thread: Fantasy Gone Wrong [Private]

He left her there for a while, almost giving her some time to think to herself. The door had been locked, and there was no way to escape even if she attempted to. Somehow, he had a feeling she would just lie there, and enjoy the feeling of wetness against her crotch. The white pantyhose had been stained with their juices, the damp patch a constant reminder of what had just happened. Frankie had went to the shop for something to eat, knowing that the gag would also prevent any noises from being heard. Any shouts or cries for help, instead the unrecognisable 'mmmphing' that you associated with someone that was gagged and unable to speak. Eventually, her captor returned and he unlocked the door. As there was no sign of a clock in the room, she would have been unable to actually work out how long he had been away for. It was definitely at least two hours, but it may well have been more. Still here, I see? He asked with a faint smile, closing the door behind him. Stand up. On your feet and bend over on to the bed. Go on, hurry up! Frankie began to snap, as if growing impatient even though he was giving her no chance to actually do as he asked.
Thread: Like a Little Sister? (Closed)

Jude Hernandez was seventeen, and had the perfect life, for the most part. She had two loving parents, and a best friend that would do anything for her. It was a happy life that she had, without any worries. She didn't have to work, her parents gave her a car and paid for the insurance and gas. The only thing she was sad about was the fact that she was recently single and bored for the summer. Luckily, she had two weeks to spend at her best friend, Ashley's house. It was going to be the best start of the summer ever. She was free for two weeks, just her and Ashley... She couldn't wait. That was why she left early to get to her friend's house. She also knew that Ashley's brother would be coming home for the summer, and really, the girl was looking forward to that too. He'd always been like the brother she'd never had.
Thread: Like a Little Sister? (Closed)

Jerry Johnson, yes his parents really named him that, had just finished his freshmen year of college. He was 19, not too tall, at 5'9 with the build of a runner. He had run cross-country in high school, and that still showed in his body, even if he had gotten out of shape while away at school. He was now on his way home from school. He drummed his fingers on the steeringwheel as he drove his radio cranked up loud. He was singing at the top of his lungs when he noticed his phone was blinking. Signaling he had a voicemail. Flipping it open he turned down the radio to listen. A frown creased his features as he listened. His parents were going out of town, he would be stuck at the house with Ashley and Jude...and furthermore she wanted him to pick Jude up at her house to bring her home with him. He looked at all his shit piled into his truck and laughed aloud to himself, Hope she doesn't have much, cause there ain't no room. He laughed. The only room in the truck was the center seat, where he would have to have her sit in such a way that his hand would be between her legs to shift. He blew out a long suffering sigh and turned the car down the road towards Jude's house. He punched his sister's number into the phone and told her that Jude had better be ready, that he wasn't going to wait all day for her stupid friend. it was all for show, he liked Jude well enough... just don't tell anyone that.
Thread: Like a Little Sister? (Closed)

Jude got a call from Ashley, letting her know that Jerry was coming to get her. The two had decided to listen to Mrs. Johnson's worries about having her mustang there while she was away, until they were sure that the parents were gone. So, she said a quick goodbye to her car, her parents having left before she woke up, and then hurried to wait in front of the house while her friend's big brother drove to pick her up. She was excited to see Jerry again, it had been a year, and the girl had changed quite a bit in that time. Where once she'd been a gawky teenager with braces and bad frizzy hair, she'd developed a lush figure, with beautiful curves. Her hair was tamed and streaked with purple. Her eyes had always been her best asset and now she knew how to highlight them. With her duffel bag slung over her shoulder, the brunette sat on the steps in front of her house, she was waiting relatively patiently. In a pair of tight-fitting blue jeans, a white skin tight t-shirt with a black vest buttoned over and a pair of black stiletto boots, the girl was about every man's dream. She was filing her perfectly manicured nails, trying to hold back her excitement.
Thread: Like a Little Sister? (Closed)

Jerry Turned into the driveway and got out without even really looking at Jude at first. He was in jeans as well, although his were a faded blue boot cut, over his cowboy boots, he wore a heavy metal t-shirt...he had never been the type to understand fashion, and he thought it was just funny that a metal head wore cowboy boots and listened to country western music too. That was Jerry, a man of contradictions. Since the last time she had seen him, he had cut his hair shorter. In high school it had almost brushed his shoulders, something about pissing his parents off. He now wore it short enough that it barely brushed his ears. Although it was still the rich dark chocolate that she remembered. His Green eyes swept over and he actually did a doubletake. His eyes opening wide. Hey Jude. he immediately started singing the beatles song, which he'd always done to tease her about her name. But he did it now to cover his reaction to her... she was... pretty, gone were the braces and her hair... His eyes slowly met hers and he walked forward, Who are you, and what've you done with my sister's dorky best friend? he quipped offering her a hand to shake help her to her feet.
Thread: Like a Little Sister? (Closed)

Jude watched Jerry park and get out of the car. She was anxious to find out what he was going to think of the change she'd been through since he'd been gone. When he did look at her, she could only roll her eyes. She smiled up at him and put her hand in his, using it to pull her up. I killed her and stuffed her in the cellar. She joked as she came to stand beside him. With the heels on she still only came to just above his shoulder, so she hadn't grown any taller, just started wearing heels. I go by Jude, you know, so no one will guess what I really did. She offered him a winning smile. How was school? She asked.