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Subject: {ASSM} Tied-Down (MF, bd)
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Tied Down
By Phoebe (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

***

A woman loses a bet and agrees to being tied naked and
spread-eagled to a bed for the night in a dorm room at
Arizona State University. (MF, bd)

***

Lauren lay there tense and frightened. It was a new
sensation to her, fear. What had she gotten herself
into she wondered for the hundredth time that hour.

It had all started with a bet. A bet with that bastard
Jon Branch, her girlfriend Barbara's roommate at ASU.
She never liked that guy and only put up with him
because she had the hots for Barbara. And when they bet
on the ASU vs. Eagle's game the night before, she
thought she was going to teach the egotistical bastard
a lesson.

Only, she was the one who was learning a lesson now.

A particularly loud noise in the hall just outside the
dorm room made Lauren jump. She tugged at the ropes
binding her wrists and her heart jumped into her
throat. What the fuck was she doing here, why the hell
had she gone along with that bastard's game?

Yes, she had lost a bet, but to agree to being tied
spread-eagled on his bed, naked, blindfolded and gagged
for the entire night, was just plain stupid. She kept
hoping that no one would find her, or if someone did
they'd untie her and let her go. But she was more
afraid that if someone did find her they'd do things to
her that she didn't even want to think about.

Another bang against the wall outside her imprisoning
room, she jumped again, body tense. Someone was
grabassing out there in the hall; she could hear shouts
and running feet, back and forth.

How long had it been since Jon had made her strip and
tied her to the bed? It seemed like hours but probably
wasn't more than a half hour or so. She'd made the
bastard promise that he wouldn't fuck her once she'd
been tied up and he hadn't, at least not yet.

The thought flashed through Lauren's mind in that
instant that there would be no way to know who it was
if he came into the room and did it now. After all, she
was tied down on the bed and blindfolded. She moaned
against her gag in despair. There was an eternity of
hours in front of her still to go, and anyone at any
moment could bump the door to the dorm room that had
not been completely closed.

BOOM!

Loud yells of glee as some college student moved loudly
down the hall. Lauren could hear the guy almost at her
dorm room door. He was just outside talking in a
drunken slur to someone else further down the hall. It
sounded like they were throwing something back and
forth now, playing some stupid game.

BOOM!

Fuck! Would he never move away from the door? If he
bumped against it and looked in he would she her naked
and tied, lying there on rumpled sheets spread-eagled,
helpless. What would he think? God, this was torture!

BOOM! Scrape, "Hey, fuckhead, watch it, that isn't
fair! I'm not counting that cause you cheated." A voice
so close to the door called out loudly. Lauren knew
that her luck would run out soon if that turd bumped
the door. She tried to imagine what it would be like to
be discovered. What would happen?

Would that drunk student come in and set her free? Or,
as she so feared, would he try something, something
like raping her. After all she was tied and naked on
the bed and blindfolded too. What could she do about
it? And he'd know that too. He'd wonder why a woman was
tied naked to a bed in the dorm and think that maybe
she wanted it, that she'd like him to fuck her, maybe
thinking she had some kind of bondage fetish.

Lauren pulled harder at the ropes encircling her wrists
and ankles. The thought of some strange man using her
body for his pleasure and not even knowing who she was,
made her heart race. At that moment Lauren felt herself
getting wet, she was shocked at herself. It had to be
the stress of the situation, it couldn't be anything
sexual, this was a disgusting situation she'd gotten
herself into and she wasn't at all turned on by it. Was
she?

BOOM! BANG! Creeeeak...

Was that the door?! Oh my god, was that the door?! Oh
fuck! Lauren was beside herself, were they looking in
on her right now, wide-eyed ogling her naked body? Oh
god this was killing her, this couldn't go on like this
all night, could it? She was already exhausted from the
fear and strain, and it couldn't have been even an hour
since Jon had tied her down to the bed.

"Hey!" a voice at the door, or was it in the room? Oh
god, oh god! Oh my god!

"Hey, what the..."

It was the same slightly drunk voice that Lauren had
been listing to for the past hour. Was he coming into
the room? Oh god no, it was happening. She struggled
against her ropes, desperate to free a hand; her heart
was thudding in her chest now like a time bomb, pulsing
blood through her veins at a furious rate.

She could imagine what was going to happen next. The
guy would rape her, he would come in and strip down and
climb on top of her and fuck her against her will. It
was crazy, this whole thing was crazy, she couldn't let
it happen. She had to figure out some way to make this
stop, but there was nothing she could do, he was moving
toward her now, she could hear him and it was only a
matter of moments before he was between her legs
fucking her brains out.

The thought of a young man thrusting and grunting on
top of her and in her, made Lauren shiver. She had just
turned 30 last month and hadn't had sex with a man in
years. Her thing had been other girls ever since high
school, but this feeling of being powerless was so
strange, so... intense. Lauren was always in control,
always prepared, this helplessness was something
complete new to her.

She could hear someone breathing close by. There was a
rustling sound, was he stripping now? Was his stiff
prick standing out from his thin muscular body as he
looked her nakedness? What could she do when the boy
climbed on top of her? She could almost image the feel
of his stiff hot prick pushing against her pussy lips,
parting them and the grunt of pleasure from the boy as
he sank deeply into her.

It was too much for Lauren, this was all just too much
for her, she was thinking crazy thoughts now, thoughts
of young men using her body, more than one man, the
whole dorm, all the guys in the dorm. She could imagine
this thin yet muscular young man using her again and
again, thrusting and grunting and sweating all over
her... and then when he'd had enough, going out in the
hall and whispering to his friends that there was a
tied, naked woman in this room and she couldn't stop
them if they wanted to fuck her.

The image of a whole line of horny young men with their
pricks at attention standing around her, watching the
guy before them humping her helpless spread-eagled
naked body flashed through her mind. The smell of
bucket loads of cum and sweaty bodies sliding on top of
her as they grunted with their efforts, were almost
real to Lauren.

Then he body jerked and her heart was in her mouth. The
little shit had touched her, he was going to do it now,
it was going to happen now! Real fear flashed though
her entire body like a lightning bolt and then
something even stranger happened, she felt a spasm deep
down inside. She was having little tiny orgasms, that's
what they were, and it was happening over and over
again. How strange! They weren't big ones, but her body
was hot and her breath was coming in gasps around the
tightly clinched gag.

Then there were fingers at her face, then the blindfold
came off and Lauren could see the young man standing
before her. He was thin, just like she'd imagined and
he was muscular like teenage boys can be, maybe 5'7"
tall and kind of good looking in an almost adolescent
sort of way. But instead of naked and sporting a stiff
boner, he was dressed in a jersey and baggy basket ball
trunks.

The boy's eyes were as wide as Lauren had imagined they
would be, but more in fright than in lust. Then he
spoke, "Ma'am, do you need some help? C-can I help
you?"

Lauren looked into the boy's eyes; he couldn't have
been more that 18 or 19, and he was going to help her,
not rape her. She nodded her head and pointing her chin
at him and then nodding her head indicating that he
should loosen the gag. The teenager moved up to the
head of the bed and leaned over Lauren's naked body and
fought with the tightly clinched gag. Finally he
discovered the secret to the knot and pulled the cloth
loose. "Ma'am, are you okay? Who did this to you?"

Lauren gasped for air and looked up at the boy as he
turned to untie her hands. She was surprised at the
anticlimax of it all. The anticipation, the
helplessness and the... yes... sexual arousal had been
most stimulating.

Climbing off the bed, rubbing her chafed wrists, Lauren
felt relief, total and complete relief, she could have
kissed the boy, it was nice to know that there were
some good boys in the world after all.

As Lauren pulled her jeans and blouse on she snuck a
peek or two at the boy, almost wishing that things had
been different, what would it have been like to have
that young tense body humping away at her helpless
bound spread-eagled body? The she caught herself, that
was a crazy thought!

Lauren mumbled grateful thanks to the boy for his help
and hurried out of the room. As she passed several
other boys horsing around in the hall, still throwing a
ball around, Lauren speculated on what she might have
missed out on.

As the exit door swung open, she was thinking about how
she might try betting that bastard Jon again and maybe
she would even try losing on purpose...

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