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The Unwilling Guest
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The Unwilling Guest
The son of a bitch kidnapped me. Picked me up like a straw in the wind,
tied me, brought me back to his house, and bound me to this bench I am now on.
Its a hard and brutal slab of wood on which my breasts flatten them selves
against the thrust of the cords. My kidnapper blissfully assured me that I was
face down in order to provide prominence of my bottom, the bottom he promised
to whip.
This was all too impossible and probable at the same time,and absolutely
incredible. If I could get up and walk away, I most certainly would. I have to
suppose the man is a kook, but theres no comfort in that, kooks do ugly things
to girls, and I'm helpless. Before tying me up he also stripped me naked, He
enjoyed himself thoroughly, examining all those parts a girl normaly protected
from a male eye. So now I wait and wait and wait.
The woman is a relief. She's quite a personable creature. She might be forty,
but I doubt it. I'd say she plays tennis and might have a sense of humor if her
lips were not so tightly drawn at the sight of me upon my bench. She finally
said, "So, he's up to his old tricks again. How much does he pay you, whatever
your name is?"
Right quick I tell her my name is celie, and I tell her he doesn't pay me
anything, I've been kidnapped. She listens without seeming to hear a word.
" I don't believe a word of it, you little bitch. You girls who sell your
asses and your bare skin for cash deserve no sympathy. You'll get none from
me."
This gets from bad to worse I thought.
I'm no concern of yours," I tell her shortly. "Its a man who did this, and I
suppose it will be a man who'll get me out of it. Unless your going to turn me
loose, please go away"
" You little idiot, you didn't imagine I'd turn you loose did you. I'm his
wife. Think about that for a moment. I'm the one he's always cheating on. I'm
the wife who let him whip my ass the way he was going to whip yours." She
smiles a frosty smile. " But don't take any comfort from that. I'll whip you
too. I'll whip you instead of him sweetheart, your in for a real bad time. I'm
going to teach you the lesson of you life."
I struggle but I hear her laugh
" can't get loose, can you? Thats one thing I'll say about the bastard. He
can really tie a girl. Damn it, when I think of all the girls like you I've
found tied up down here...!"
I'd be ever so grateful if you'd untie me. I'm not like you think"
"I bet. I've heard that one before. Either way, you're going to have a sore
ass and be very very tender in a few other places before I'm through with you.
I don't believe any girl gets kidnapped unless she's inviting it."
Holy cow! What the hell can I say to a broad like this? All she wants to do
is vent her anger. I suppose she can't do it on him, so shes going to do it on
me. Tentatively, I suggested, " If you want a divorce, I'll be quite willing to
be a witness. Honest, he really did kidnap me."
She has the wickedest looking riding crop I've ever seen, not that I'm any
authority on riding crops, but if I were a horse, it would make me nervous.
Being a girl and naked, I am more than anxious.
Quite casually she said, " Scream all you like sweetheart. No one will
hear."
She then proceeds to lace into me with that thing. I never knew such pain
existed. I wouldn't dream anyone could inflict it on anyone else. I scream and
scream and scream. But it does no good. The crop continues to swish and cut the
air, then my poor innocent bottom which I cannot move because it is tied down
entirely too tight. I can imagine it being cut to shreds, that is what it feels
like. In between screaming. I tell her how she's rining me for life.
After what seems like a couple of hours, she stops whipping me, only because
she is out of breath and wants to take a rest. She does a slow circle of my
sweat bedewed nakedness and commented drily, " you take a whipping well,kid.
You probably thought you made a lot of noise, But I've heard worse. And in any
case whats the use of whipping a girl if you don't let her scream? The screams
are half the fun."
This time I try tears. I don't have to try too hard. They well out of my
eyes of their own accord, and I hope I look sufficiently pathetic to wring her
heart as she wipes them away, I'll be damned if she doesn't start to work on me
again, but this time on my back. She goes up and down my poor naked back.
I scream and scream, and I wish I'd been able to keep quiet since she seems
to enjoy the noise I make. I would like to deny her, her pleasure. This time
when she stops, we are both panting heavily and smelling of female sweat. It is
a perfume I much enjoy, it evokes a colossal heat which the cane and the riding
crop have brought into incandescence. In an abrupt realization, I ask her," Are
you wet betwwen your legs?"
" yes I am "she said " how about you"
I tell her how hot I actually am and mince no words about it.
I think we are getting somewhere!
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