Roxanne
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A Late Summer Night’s Eve
by Abducted Damsel as Roxanne, as recounted to Victor Von Doum: alum1989@yahoo.com
Illustration by Mike Lee
NOTE: THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX. AND, LIKE, A BUNCH OF IT.
Chapter Two: Ins and Outs
Tom had tied Roxanne's blindfold tight, and using an ace-bandage-type stretchy material, it presses hard against her eyelids and delicate-featured nose, preventing her from seeing a thing. No matter: she'd traveled down BJ Boulevard many times, starting in high school when she-alone among her friends-held out till age eighteen to lose her virginity. Still obviously needing to please men in other ways, she worked hard at it. Soon she had taught her lips, tongue, and throat to know their way around every part of a man's nether regions-blindfolded or not. From her innocent high school days to her now college-grad days, she took great pride at the control she could exert on men. Combined with the pleasure she herself receives from giving-and receiving-it orally, she loves every part of it, except for the taste.
Roxanne had experienced bondage of any kind only once in her life, also with Tom, just four days ago. That time, after tying and gagging her tight, he pleasured her with his mouth and tongue, but only on her boobs; fingers and some love bondage props touched her love honey for those three huge Os. Clearly, Roxanne is going to have to earn it, just as Tom had just said. She is more than willing to.
Tom, ever the East Coast-bred gentleman, has put down a pillow for Roxanne to kneel on. When he hogtied her, he crossed her tan boots at the ankles and tied the ropes tight; both of Roxanne's snip-toe boot-tips were hitting the throw-rug behind the pillow. Tom had run ropes from Roxanne's cross-tied wrists to the ropes around her ankles, but not in a strict hogtie, which would have hindered her bobbing movement. The ropes still run tight around the top and bottom of her boobs, even with her shirt now unbuttoned and her bra knife-ripped apart. With these ropes pinning Roxanne's arms to her back, she would have to balance carefully. Without the use of her hands to stroke his shaft and rub his taint, she knows at some point she has to pull out her penultimate fellative weapon: the flutter tongue.
"Smart," Roxanne thinks. "Not only did he leave slack in the hogtie ropes, but he tied my ankles to let my legs stay wide open. As she inches forward, obeying Tom's command to start the payback session and feel the top of Tom's boot rub under her jean miniskirt and under her ever-dampening panties, she instinctively closes her legs around it to get more pressure against her womanhood. She squints her blindfolded eyes in pleasure and how close she is getting to O. As she approaches the tip of Tom's manhood, her nose takes in the scents of his loins. Roxanne wonders whether Tom must have guessed they'd meet each other, because a ranch boss doesn't always smell this deliciously clean. As Roxanne blindly finds his stiffness, she begins to take it all in. His girth and length make for quite a contrast with her last college boyfriend, she realizes instantly, as she relaxes her throat muscles...
ROXANNE: This is a turn of events. I can feel his hardness lightly banging on my face, and my brain is telling me "NO!!" But my body wins out and I open my mouth. His manhood pops inside my mouth and I began to taste him, and tease him with my tongue. I could feel him growing inside my mouth, and I made tiny squeals as I bob up and down. I'm no slut, but he must be close to eight inches, and I try to relax my throat muscles, taking him further and further. I could hear moans coming from Tom, and I know he is getting off on this whole thing. I am humping his boot like a rabbit in heat, as I take down more and more of him. As my tempo increases, so does his breathing, and in a matter of five minutes, he is emptying himself down my throat. I can feel the veins on his manhood as he continues the in-and-out motions to my mouth, until he is spent.
"Whoa, little thing, we got a long night ahead of us." I feel some of his juice on my chin, and then feel Tom wiping it away with a cloth.
"Tom, pleas-MPHMPH!" as Tom thrusts the gag back into my mouth, and secured with the other bandana!
"After that, I need a beer, would you like one-no, don't bother answering," he laughed out loud again.
I am out of breath, and pissed. Where is MY relief? And get this damn rag out of my mouth-it tastes like his juice! YUCK!! I hear him return and he sits down, and then pops open a cold one. "One down, two more to go Roxanne..."
Tom continues, "But first, got some loose ends to tie up 'fore we move on with proceedings. I do gotta say you know what yer doin', little lady. Ain't had one like that since, well, never. Woo."
Tom suddenly moves his boot back, ending any chance of Roxanne getting herself off.
Roxanne stews with the love juice-soaked cloth in her mouth, pissed at her situation and the irony of it all; as a gal who loves to fellate, her very first experience doing it in high school scarred her for life. (She didn't know how to gulp and wasn't ready for the taste, and therefore gagged on her boyfriend's juice, coughing it back up all over him. Word got out and she soon got nicknamed "The Spitter," complete with the occasional spitting-sound taunt thrown at her in the hallways at school.) She vowed to get pointers from her more experienced friends and soon learned how to deep-throat and avoid the whole in-mouth thing, going straight down her gullet and avoiding her taste buds. Her boyfriends sure have never seemed to mind.
Roxanne hears Tom takes another sip of his beer and then some fumbling around. Still blindfolded, she cannot see Tom approach her. She then feels herself lifted up off the floor and onto the bed, where Tom proceeds to make the hogtie strict.
"Mmmp, mmmpp!" her "Tom, stop!" comes out sounding through her gags. She desperately wants RELIEF from the frustration brewing deep between her thighs.
Tom knows, and doesn't care. He runs a rope from her wrist-ropes, and then runs it to the ropes tightly encircling her tan cross-tied cowgirl boots. He pulls it tight, so that Roxanne's fingers can feel the ornately stitched shafts of her Lucchese boots.
"Mmmph!" Roxanne grunts.
"Like that, do ya?" Tom taunts. "Yeah, I know you like them fancy new boots of yours, Roxanne. I recognize them from the barn a few days ago: your new pair! Shoot, for a new pair of cowgirl kickers, they've already seen a lot of ropin', and they're gonna see a whole lot more before this night is over!"
Roxanne again grunts into her gag and makes a vain attempt at pulling on her wrist-ropes. Tom looks on and smirks a half-smile.
"Well, let's see, babe. Some of that fumbling around you heard right before I grabbed this here rope was me popping one of them ED pills. Yeah, sorry to say, I'm not as young as I used to be, so if we want to keep your payback going-and ME cumming-a man's gotta do what, well, you know. Since it takes a little time to take effect, let's see what we can play with in the meantime."
Tom looks around and see's Roxanne's overnight bag. He opens it and out pops her Hitachi wand.
"Oh, Roxanne, you might not like me too much after I use this on you," he chuckles as he plugs it in, approaching her from the side to get a good angle on her womanhood, fully intended on advancing Roxanne's frustration...
ROXANNE: Still breathing heavy through my nose, Tom picks me up like a sack of potatoes and tosses me onto the bed, and really tightens the hogtie. I could grab the heels of my boots! After a beer-or two?- I hear him rummage around and hear him chuckle with excitement. A familiar buzzing noise means he found my Hitachi wand, and he spreads my thighs and places it on my vagina over my wet panties. NOOOOO!! It isn't long before I am on the edge of cumming, biting down hard on my gag, when he stops. DAMN HIM! I grunt angrily through my gag!! Several minutes later, he resumes his torture. Stop, go. Stop, go. I am in agony. I feel him toss my toy on the bed, and he loosens the ropes binding my feet and ankles together. Relief! (I hope.) Next, my ankles are untied, and he sits me up on the bed, and stands me up. Leading me, still blindfolded, to the sturdy kitchenette table, where he ties my ankles apart to separate table legs. Then, he unties my wrists for a moment, and removes the boob-ropes and my blouse. Retying my hands in front, he forces me to bend over on the table, my boobs mashed into the table top, and tying my wrists to the opposite end of the table. I can barely move. When he told me he took a Viagra, I knew this wasn't going to be good for me; he could go for some time, and at this pace, I would NEVER cum. Wiggling my denim skirt up around my waist, he starts banging his manhood on my hips and ass, until he is erect-again. Pulling my wet panties to the side, he lines himself up with my wet lower lips...
"Damn it, take me!" run the thoughts racing through Roxanne's mind. "What is he waiting for-for me to explode with frustration?"
She pants through her nose, her eyes still blindfolded and her mouth still stuffed with Tom's first-round love juiced-stained cloth, a blue bandana still wrapped tightly, cleaving her pouty lips and around ever-more-tousled and sweaty hair, holding the stuff-gag securely in place.
Tom could sense how close Roxanne is getting and he hasn't yet finished his games. A second before he is going to mount Roxanne, he realizes that the mere touch of his erectness would bring Roxanne to a quick O, and well, at that point they'll have evened the score for the evening.
Roxanne can wait no longer. She squirms up in her cowgirl boots in an attempt to move them up the sturdy wooden table-legs and get her engorged sex onto the rounded edge of the table. But Tom has tied her to the buffet-height Western-style oak kitchen table to allow HIM to get off, not her. He sees what she's trying to do and doesn't like it one bit. He eyes her half-prone body, wearing only her gorgeous and tightly tied-to-the-table legs tan Luccheses, her denim mini-now pushed up just under her table-squashed boobs-her gags, her blindfold, an increasingly soaked set of panties pushed off to one side, ready for his manhood to arrive. Tom pauses, and asks Roxanne:
"Well then. You want me, Roxy? I'm a gentleman, you know, and I'd never force myself on a woman. So you tell me. Grunt into them gags once for yes, twice for no."
Unable to think very clearly, Roxanne rips off a "Mmmph mmmph, mmmph!!" ("Yes, yes, yes!!") into her gags and waits for Tom's eight inches of hardness to arrive.
"Well, that's three by my reckoning: yes AND no? Not clear enough for me, Roxanne. I AM a gentleman after all."
Roxanne recalls Tom's instructions and gag-screams, "Then YES!!" ("Mmmph mmmph!!")
"Hmmm, that's two. That's a no. Guess I have to keep on working it."
"Mmmph!!" ("Noooo!!")
"And while we're at it, don't think I didn't notice you're little attempt to squirm your pretty lil' self up and onto the table. Listen, little missy: we're on MY timetable. I decide IF you get off, let alone WHEN," Tom announces as he grabs another couple rope-length from his bag of tricks, and begins tying each of Roxanne's boot-tops to the table-legs to make sure she can't move her love honey up and onto the table-edge. Roxanne whimpers into her gags.
"Please, I can't take it anymore," she thinks as she feels the ropes tighten around the boot-straps at the tops of her kickers. Any chance she had of moving her sex up against the table-edge quickly vanishes.
Tom finishes his boot-top tying and walks, still fully erect, around the other end of the table where he unties one of Roxanne's wrists, holding it tightly to keep her from trying to remove her blindfold and gags, then untying the other wrist from the other table leg. Grabbing the newly untied rope-length, he quickly cross-ties Roxanne's wrists.
"What's he doing? Can't he just let me cum?" Roxanne thinks.
Carefully, Tom lifts Roxanne's bound wrists above her head, and then moves her whole body off the table, then onto the carpeted floor. With another rope-length, he ties it around Roxanne's wrist-ropes, pulls it tight, then runs it to the end of the bed-post, where he attaches it, pulling Roxanne's body stretched out as much as it can, given her booted legs still tied to the table-legs, boot-heels firmly on the floor.
With Roxanne prone, Tom straddles her.
"Finally," Roxanne thinks. "Please please please."
"Well, there, little missy. Sure got a nice pair on you. Ain't never been there to the islands that bear the name of this here act, but how about a little Hawaiian-style muscle-action?"
Hoping for more, tears begin to form under Roxanne's blindfold...
ROXANNE: I am starting to cry out of sexual frustration. Legs spread-eagled and on my back, Tom begins to straddle me, giving me false hope. It is not to be. "Hawaiian muscle-action?" I of course knew what it is, although I haven't provided the boobs for it for a while. Moving up to straddle my chest, I feel his strong hands pressing my breast together, while he slides his erect eight between my silky smooth boobs. Slowly at first, then faster: my thoughts race and my womanhood aches for release.
"MPHMPH" ("Please just fuck me, I'm begging!")
"Little lady, you need to realize you are here to please me, not the other way around." Dismounting me, he leaves me for a minute, and then returns.
"I think you are waaaaay too hot, and maybe this will help".
Suddenly, I am bucking more than a horse with a burr under its saddle, as I felt an ice cube inserted inside my womanhood. I scream into my juice-soaked gag to no avail. I can hear Tom roar with laughter, which makes me madder. However, it does the trick. I get cooled off in more ways than one, so I am surprised when he straddles me again. I can feel his hardness poking me.
Feeling fingers loosen my gag, leaving it around my neck, he eases the wad of cloth out of my mouth, and as soon as I open my mouth to bitch, his erectness pops right in. I could not dislodge it at all. With skills I didn't know he possessed, he spun around on top of me, erectness still in my mouth, and bends his head down and starts licking my vagina! The classic 69 position-well, except for the bondage. In this position, I really have to be careful; I am not in control and his manhood can go really far into my throat. I gag at first, but then force myself to relax. His tongue has me going again, and then he would just stop. I curse him, but with his eight inches in my mouth, no words come out. Suddenly, his body tenses up and spurts jet after jet down my throat, forcing to swallow or choke on his juice. Luckily, there isn't too terribly much; he just came a little while back.
"Whew, girl-you sure have a talented mouth" he says, his semi hard member still in my mouth. He rolls off of me, and I immediately start begging him to finish me off. Stuffing the wad back into my mouth, he replies,
"Pretty little ladies should be seen and not heard," before pulling out a cloth wad to stuff- and cleave-gag me again. By the taste of it, It is evident he's wiped himself off with the wad. I scream and fume to no avail; as he pops open another beer...
"Did I say 'SEEN and not heard?' I meant OBSCENE and not heard. Think you fit the bill, lil' missy: twice you've swallowed me whole and hot damn, you've done a great job. I'd say you were a pro...uh, if of course I'd ever stepped to such depths as to have engaged one for her services."
Tom, despite long bouts of women-free periods, never has. He remembered what his father told him about men who frequent brothels, calling them "the biggest losers in loserland."
"Still, hot damn, girl. Phew!" Tom triumphantly announces as he takes another swig of his beer. As he walks over to Roxanne's purse on the nightstand, he decides to peer in again. "Hmmm, let's see what other treasures your purse holds, eh?"
"Mmmp mmmp mmmmph!!" ("Get back here!") Roxanne yells, through her thick gags, tasting the fresh love juice on the mouth-pack. Despite her longstanding aversion to tasting it, she has no choice and she knows it. She's finding it not nearly as bad as she remembers, almost to the point of acceptability.
"What's that, honey? I can't seem to make out what yer sayin'," Tom taunts. "Tell ya what though, you taste awfully good down there. Play yer cards right, you might see some more action around those parts."
"Hey, baby oil!" Tom finds in Roxanne's purse. "Got me a great idea, 'specially now that this little pill-friend of mine is kicking in again."
Unsure of Tom's next move and increasingly desperate, Roxanne grunts through her gags as she strains to pull toward her bent-knees legs and her tightly tied cowgirl boots, wrapped in two places hard against the table-legs: nothing but a few squeaking sounds of wood-and-rope-against-leather. She then pulls on the tight ropes that run from her cross-tied wrists to the bedpost: she maybe can budge them a half-inch or so, but that's it. Whatever Tom is going to do with that baby oil, Roxanne knows she has no power to stop him.
Drip, drip, drip: still blindfolded, Roxanne cannot see it as she starts to feel the baby oil land on her breasts, with some drops hitting her erect sensitive nipples dead-on. Target practice?
"Damn this feels good, but couldn't he just NAIL me already?!" Roxanne thinks, as she lifts her quivering pelvis off the floor, as if to signal Tom where to direct his manhood and quit with the foreplay. She breathes heavily through her nose, waiting for more, deeper, action. The ice cube has cooled her muffin down, but only a little.
"Didn't finish what we started, my dear," as Roxanne hears Tom take off his boots and jeans, with all of them falling onto the floor.
"Oh, please, please!" Roxanne muffle-cries out, dying for Tom to enter her and make her finally O.
Instead, she hears Tom walk across the floor and feels him loosen the ropes running from her wrists to the bed post.
"What the hell is he doing?" she thinks.
Tom pulls on the end of the rope, lifting Roxanne's arms upward. He then pulls on them and places them on top of Roxanne's chest. The tips of her fingers land right on top by her love honey, where she fumbles to find her bean and get herself off. Could it be, finally? With her wrists cross-tied, her pinkies are the closest fingers to her sex: not exactly the best ones for the job. Roxanne doesn't need much, however.
Tom quickly plops himself onto his knees, straddling Roxanne's wrist-tied arms and pushing her beautiful boobs together. He lines up his once-again erectness between them and uses the baby oil in her cleavage to desired effect, starting his inter-breast violation. Instantly, Tom pulls over his shoulder the ropes running to Roxanne's wrists and yanks her fingers a few centimeters out of reach of her clitoris.
"Mmmmmph!!!" ("Noooo!!!") Roxanne gag-screams. "What's he going to do, get off and spooge all over my face now?"
ROXANNE: OK now, I am getting down-right pissed. He's had more than his share of fun, I NEED to CUM NOW! I hiss through my gagged lips. Yet another new tie, my lower lips just out of reach of my fingertips. I feel him squirt baby oil onto my tits, and then he begins to tittie-fuck me again. He is hard as a rock. I know he is stroking himself and I feel for sure he is going to jack off onto my face. But instead, he gets off of me and then pulls the rope running from my cross-tied wrists back to the bedpost, tying it tightly and bringing my arms way in front of me. Damn him!
I then hear him take a few steps, and then I feel him overturning the table to an upside-down position. With my boots still tied tight to the table-legs, this motion turns me over on my knees, face to the floor, and my boobs now smushed against the floor-boards. I feel some baby oil trickle down the crack of my ass and over my hot spot. Then, I hear a buzzing noise and I instantly realize he must have also found my 6" slim vibrator. He runs it over my sex from behind for a second and I almost jump out of my skin.
"Let's see, my little bondage slave, I have rammed your luscious lips and you've gulped down my love juice twice, what else is there left to do?"
I don't get it, I want to cum so badly, I just moan into my gag.
"Yup, that's exactly what I was thinking too!"
"What 'thinking?' I'm not thinking anything. Until, that is, I feel the tip of the vibrator pushing on my ass! NO, NO, NO, I shake my head, my hair falling everywhere around my gagged and blindfolded face.
"Shhh, just relax, darlin'."
Nothing has EVER been in my ass before. EVER! But with a little more pressure, I feel it about to slide in, and I instinctively clinch my anal muscles...