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Subject: {ASSM} "Don's Misadventure" (F/M Female-On-Male Rape)
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Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2007 01:10:01 -0500
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by Mason Spencer, (C)2004, 2007
http://www.geocities.com/gradu554433/

Don woke up clamped to a bed, fully dressed in a complete suit with
tie.  The last thing he could remember was entering the men's room.
Had somebody been waiting for him there?  He heard somebody enter the
room.

"Who's there?" he said.  His voice was deep and masculine.  Don had
always been a very masculine and attractive man, if not an extremely
bright one.  He was a high school dropout who married and had three
children.  Now he was in his mid-forties, and his hair was going salt
and pepper.  Other than that, he didn't look his age.  He had the
muscular frame of a much younger man.  His gym was located in the
heart of the city's homosexual neighborhood, but Don had always been
oblivious to the gay men who watched him as he worked out.  One time
they'd even coaxed him into wearing a blindfold while he worked out.
As he lied down pushing the dumbbell up, shirtless and sweating, the
gay men surrounding him all dropped their pants and masturbated.  They
all wished they could have squirted onto him but then he would have
found them out.

"Who's there?" Don repeated.  The chains tying him to the bed started
clanging as he struggled to get out.  Finally the figure revealed
itself.  It was a young woman who looked familiar.  Don tried to place
her.  He saw her at the gym almost every day.  She was very
attractive, and Don had talked to and even flirted with her before.
However, he loved his wife and had always shown her absolute fidelity.

The woman took out a syringe and jammed it in to Don's arm.  Before he
knew what was happening he was out cold.

He woke up now strapped in to a dinner chair.  His legs were tied with
a rope to the chair's legs.  His arms were tied behind the back of the
chair and his hands in particular were clasped together.  Under his
armpits was a rope bounding his torso to the chair.  Don was still
fully clothed and had no idea what he was doing here.  Suddenly the
woman appeared.  She was wearing a skimpy lingerie dress and smelled
of cheap perfume.  Don got nervous and started shaking.

"Relax," she said, "this is the last time you will ever have sex with
a woman."

Don's green eyes darted over to her and he said in a sure, sexy voice,
"I'm not going to have sex with you."  The idea that she could force
herself on him didn't occur to him.  The lady, who had long straight
brown hair, great, long legs, and perfect firm breasts sat down on
Don's lap.  He was wearing jeans which perfectly hugged his body.  He
was sitting down so you couldn't see, but his ass practically fell out
of the jeans.  It was a cute ass that you could reach around, grab and
let out a nice growl.  He was an incredibly sexy man.

The woman rested her soft hands on Don's face.  He tried to move his
head back but it kept hitting the back of the chair.  He was trapped
and there was nowhere he could move his head at all.  The woman let
out groans of pleasure as her fingers caressed Don's unshaven face.
He had a worried look that made him look even more delicious; that
such a masculine face was so helpless made the woman's nipples hard.

She began kissing Don and started unbuttoning his shirt.  To her
amazement, he didn't have an erection yet.  She was very sexy, by now
this incredibly masculine man should have been red-hot with desire.
Don was wearing a white-collar suit, the day she'd kidnapped him had
been the day Don was supposed to have anniversary dinner and
anniversary sex with his wife.  Don had abstained the prior two weeks
and couldn't wait to make love to his wife.  He was very horny.

Don's shirt was fully unbuttoned and the woman took it off.  She was
still sitting on his lap, and her hands caressed his chest.  His pecs
were clearly defined though covered with a somewhat dark hair.  She
began kissing them.  Don's nerves were wearing off, and he felt as
though he fight start to become aroused.  He started trying to think
of something besides the incredibly sexy woman sitting in his lap
kissing his body.  She now moved down to his abs, and Don knew what
was coming next.  She was going to unzip his pants.  He felt
completely helpless.  Don started trying to kick out, and move his
hands (he couldn't flail his arms because they were tied behind him).

The woman realized that it wasn't going to happen.  She would have to
move to plan B.  She got off of Don's lap.  "Okay," she told him,
trying to calm him down, "Okay, don't worry."  She stood up and walked
behind him.  She nibbled on his hear and he let out a low groan, then
she ran her fingers through his graying hair.  "I'll be back in a
second," she whispered.

He didn't know how long she was gone.  All Don could do was think
about his wife and the kids.  And damn it, why had he spent so much
time on his body?  This woman never would have kidnapped him if she
didn't want his body.  Don knew he wasn't that smart; this woman just
wanted an animal to play games with and she'd chosen Don because he
had the best body.

Finally she re-entered the room and turned on the TV.  She was
drinking a glass of water.  Don suddenly realized that he'd probably
been missing more than a day.  He was incredibly thirsty.  He turned
his head, the rest of his body was locked firmly in place, and spoke
softly, "Can I have some water?"

The woman nodded and gave him the glass.  She said, "You can finish
it," and Don was glad, he really was thirsty.  The woman watched with
a little too much interest as the shirtless Don, his somewhat moist
chest glistening, downed the whole glass.  She giggled a little bit.
It was a feminine giggle that seemed to mock him.  The woman was only
in her early twenties.  She was old enough to be Don's daughter, and
here he was, her powerless and pathetic love slave.  She watched the
TV and ignored Don for about an hour.  He realized that she was done
with him, and he'd escape as soon as she went to sleep.  For the first
time since he was tied to the chair, he stopped shaking.

She turned off the TV.  They were in some cheap hotel room during the
evening, and only the candlelight lit up the room.  She looked
especially attractive; the flame could be seen in her eyes.  She sat
on Don's lap again.  He looked up at her and said firmly, "I have not
made love to you, I am not making love to you, and I will never make
love to you."

"That's what you think," the woman laughed "I slipped Viagra into your
drink."  Don was horrified.  The woman, even more passionately than
before, grabbed at Don.  She unzipped his jeans, revealing his great
thighs and boxer briefs.  She lowered the jeans to his ankles and
began kneeling down on the floor.  She rested her hands on his thighs
and began kissing his crotch area.  The room was hot from the candles,
Don was horny from the two-week long abstinance, the woman was
attractive, and on top of all else she had force-fed him Viagra.
Still, Don looked up at the ceiling, his eyes clenched shut, barely
but still somehow resisting her.  The woman then sat back up on Don's
lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her body against
her.  Then, finally, she moved both hands down to Don's underwear
waistband.  She pulled it down, revealing a large penis and testicles
surrounded by pubic hair.  Then she grabbed Don's head and looked in
his eyes.  Don hadn't asked for this woman.  He was embarrassed and
degraded by her, a virtual stranger, looking at his, Don's, penis.
She hadn't yet touched it.  Her arms remained around Don's neck.  Her
breasts and hard nipples touched his chest.  And her pelvis was
against his, though she had not yet taken him in to her.

She began kissing him passionately, and moved her breasts all around
his body.  Don's pants and underwear were down to his ankles, he had
no clothes on whatsoever.  Don couldn't hold it any longer.  As this
attractive woman's body moved against his, he tried desperately to
move.  But he couldn't.  Only one part of his body would move.  The
woman felt Don's penis against her pelvis area.  It was moving all
over the place.  As she forced kisses on him and rubbed her nipples
against his body, Don's penis began to harden against her body.
Finally she looked down at his penis.  It was a large penis.  It
wasn't extremely veiny, but it did have some blood vessels encircling
it.  In all, it looked as toned as the rest of Don's hard body.  She
slowly wrapped her left fist around it and it ceased being flaccid at
all.  The penis was as erect as possible, and it was all within her
grip.  Don gulped.  With Don's penis in her hand, the woman continued
to kiss his face.  He'd stopped trying to move his head to fight her
off.  She could kiss him wherever she pleased.  She planted a nice big
kiss on his lips and felt his penis throb in her fist.

Finally, the woman lowered herself onto him.  He was inside of her.
She moved up and down slowly at first.  Don tried not to enjoy himself
but he was breathing very heavily.  She was so wet, even kind of
tight.  Had this woman chosen him to deflower her?  He was like an
old, masculine, manly man with a hairy chest thick biceps taking a
pure virgin.  He hadn't wanted to.  He felt embarrassed that his long
hard penis was being so pleased by her wet vagina.  She began to
straddle him faster and harder, her arms now around his torso and her
lips on Don's neck, giving him a hickey.  She would constantly run her
hands up and down his body, and Don felt like a tool who had no choice
in the matter.  Finally she rested her hands on Don's muscular thighs.
 He could feel it coming.  He shut his eyes trying to stop the orgasm
but her hands were massaging his thighs, she was sitting on his lap,
and her breasts were at his eyelevel as she straddled hard.

Inside of her, his penis felt like it was stiffening up, bound to let
loose at any second.  She felt so powerful.  Don was like a slave who
had no choice but to get pleasure from her, whether he wanted it or
not.  She held his face to her bare breasts.  The wet ride felt better
every second.  Don could feel it, it was about to happen.  Finally,
the head of his penis swell and his strong, masculine, American sperm
shot in to her.  He felt like he was having man juice milked out of
him, but if he complained about it later she would remind him of how
good it felt.  His entire muscular body relaxed after the gigantic
load of semen shot in to the young girl.  It was everything she had
hoped for and more, and the woman passionately kissed Don for his
sperm-donation.  His hair was dissheveled and the whole time he had to
repress making any noises.  It had felt good for both of them.  She
felt as though she'd overpowered and tamed this extremely masculine
man, he was pathetic.  He was big and strong but he didn't have the
willpower to resist an orgasm.  For him, it had been wild sex that he
had to finally admit he'd enjoyed physically.

After Don came, the woman got off of his lap, leaving him naked.  His
penis was still erect.  She purposely did this to make him feel dirty.
 And he was.  He'd been completely used, as if his body was her
property.  And it was.  He didn't know what she was going to do to him
next, but he just wanted to go home.

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