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Second Chapter in this series.  M/F, mild bondage, techno magic, rough sex
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The David Donaldson Chronicles Chapter 2 The Case of the Mischievous Coeds

   One of the easiest ways to get into trouble on the internet is to go
someplace you shouldn't.  Just like you would avoid a dark alley in a "bad"
part of town, right?  Except that sometimes you're trying to track
something down and you don't even notice where you are until you've
downloaded a file that ends up fragging your hard drive.

   Sometimes when you're looking for someone or something on the net,
someone is looking for you too.  That's how David ended up tied spread
eagle on a bed in a dingy room under a bare light bulb hanging from the
ceiling.

   It was six months since he'd found the "magic" disc giving him the power
to change the reality of people around him.  He had successfully managed to
avoid using the special software for anything more than to make sure his
wife and children were healthy and happy.  The disc was safely tucked
inside his safe deposit box at the local credit union.  He had it installed
on his laptop of course, but, like I said, he hadn't used it much.

   However, his first uses of the software had made him much smarter than
the average human being and better equipped than most men.  He'd lost over
100 lbs in six months and was now, for all intents and purposes, the spit
and image of his youthful self, circa 20 something.  He had the reflexes
of, well, something with really good reflexes.  His hearing, eyesight,
speed, stamina, and strength were all much better than average.

   And, he had a ten inch cock.

   David liked to troll websites like Adult Friend Finder for companions
that he could meet while on his numerous consulting trips.  Usually, once a
woman of a certain type saw the photo of his equipment, and the body shot
showing his six pack abs, he was assured of at least a date.  Sometimes it
didn't go any further than that.  He had standards.  Sometimes he decided
he didn't like the woman enough to sleep with her.  Sometimes she decided
that he wasn't the one to make her wildest fantasies come true.  Shit
happens.  Mostly though he got laid.

   David not only had the body of a 20-something, he had the libido of a 14
year old.  He required lots of sex.  His wife, after complaining for years
that he wasn't making love to her often enough, had started locking the
bedroom door, and the bathroom door for that matter.  She even put a lock
on the laundry room door after one fateful Saturday morning when he'd
surprised her while she was bending over to put a load of wet clothes in
the dryer.

   "Most men your age would settle for once a week, David," she had scolded
him through the locked bathroom door one morning when he'd asked if he
could join her in the shower.  He could, of course, have simply altered his
wife's libido to match his, but he was really trying hard not to use the
MasterPC program to coerce people into having sex with him.  That just
sounded like rape.

   Anyway, as I was saying, where was I?  Oh, yes, as I was saying, David
liked to hang out on AFF.  He'd found some discussion groups and had gotten
to know some of the regulars.  On AFF, being a good looking guy with nearly
a foot of Johnson makes you quite popular in a hurry.  Word gets around,
especially when your lovers start posting testimonials to your strength,
stamina, staying power, copious ejaculations, and oral skills.

   One of the places David hung out in was the "Younger Women for Older
Men" group on AFF.  It wasn't so much that he was really interested in
younger women (in truth, he preferred women close to his own age because he
liked being able to have conversations involving shared cultural
references), but he was intrigued by the idea that young girls were seeking
older men as sex partners.

   Of course most of them were there looking for a sugar daddy.  He got
that message right off the bat.  They assumed that their youth made them
irresistible to the old codgers on the message board and that said old
codgers would be glad to shower them with gifts in return for sex.  David
had never actually met any of the girls from the group but he had chatted
with a few.

   One night he happened to mention in passing that he would be in a
certain city on a certain date.  He almost immediately received a private
message from "daddy'sgirl91" saying that he had mentioned her home town. 
She asked him if he'd like to "hook up" while he was there.

   David almost blew her off, but, after taking a look at her profile and
admiring her perky tits, tight ass, and shapely legs, he said to himself,
"what the hell" and typed an affirmative response.  She gave him a Gmail
address, said her name was Heather, and told him to write to her when he
got to town and she'd tell him where to meet her.  He suggested that she
should just come to his hotel, but she said she had a better idea.  He
raised an eyebrow at that, but he agreed.

   A few weeks went by and the time came for him to make the trip.  As he
was getting off the plane he was thinking about how good the young blond
looked in her photos and was hoping that she was for real and not some 400
pound truck driver named "Norm." As his driver was taking him to the hotel,
David sent Heather an e-mail announcing his arrival.  By the time he'd
finished unpacking he had a reply.

   David,

   I'm so excited to finally meet you.  Go to a place called Shenanigans.
6:00 p.m.  Here's my face pic.  Please send me one of yours in return. 
Don't be late.

   Heather

   David sent a reply (with a face pic) and looked at his watch - 3:00 p.m.
He had lots of time so he did some work related things on his computer,
took a power nap, showered, shaved, and dressed in a pair of pressed jeans,
a Tattersall shirt, a camel hair blazer, and a pair of cordovan penny
loafers.  He made a last check of his appearance, put on a little cologne,
called the front desk for a taxi, picked up his wallet, iPhone, and room
key, and left.

   Ten minutes later the taxi dropped him off in front of Shenanigans, a
saloon trying very hard for Irish pub.  He smiled wondering if the menu was
strictly corned beef and cabbage, or if they had anything decent to eat. 
He was hungry.

   It was 5:30.  He'd wanted to be early so that he could scope out the
joint before Heather arrived.  He took a seat at the bar, ordered a Sand
Creek Hard Lemonade, and sampled some of the free popcorn.  A small group
of men and one woman were setting up instruments and microphones on a small
stage off to the left getting ready to play what he assumed was going to be
Celtic music.  That would be OK.  Better that then some karaoke singer
butchering Duran Duran.

   At about 10 minutes to six David saw Heather in the mirror over the back
bar.  He was impressed.  She was early.  She hadn't spotted him yet.  He
watched her examine the room.  She looked exactly like her picture.  She
appeared to be about five one or five two, and probably didn't weigh more
than 105 lbs or so.  Trim and athletic.  She wore her hair long and it
framed her face nicely.  She was cute as a button and sexy as hell.  He
felt his cock stir in his slacks.  "Down boy," he muttered to himself,
"plenty of time for that later."

   Heather finally spotted him and came over to the bar.  He stood to meet
her.

   "David?" she said putting out her hand.

   "Heather I presume," he replied smiling and taking her hand in his for a
gentle squeeze.

   "I'm glad to finally meet you," she said.

   "Same here.  What will you have to drink?"

   The bartender had appeared as if by magic.  Heather was known here,
apparently.

   "Mojito," she said.

   "Coming right up," the barman replied.

   "So do you want to get a table and have something to eat, Heather?"

   "No, I just wanted to meet you here because it's a public place and
everyone knows me."

   "Very wise.  So, where to then?  I assume you have a plan?"

   "For sure."

   Heather waved at someone across the room and as David turned to see who
it was, she slipped a small white pill in his beer.  David saw another
blond cheerleader type heading for them, smiling at Heather.  Heather
stepped to the other girl and they hugged.

   "David, this is Summer.  Summer, David."

   "Is this the guy you told me about?  He's dreamy," Summer said, looking
David up and down.

   David took Summer's hand in his and said "nice to meet you Summer."

   Heather stepped close to David and whispered in his ear, "How would you
like to make it with two college girls tonight?"

   David looked at her and raised an eyebrow.  "Two?"

   "Yeah.  Summer's on AFF too, and I showed her your profile.  If you've
really got ten inches in your pants we both want a shot at it."

   "Aren't you worried that an old guy like me won't be able to keep up?"

   "Somehow I don't think that will be a problem."

   Summer took the stool on the other side of David and the three turned to
the bar.  Summer also ordered a mojito.  When her drink came she raised her
glass and said "here's to good times."

   "Here here," David said, clinking her glass with his.

   "Absolutely," Heather responded.

   "So, ladies, what's the plan?"

   "Let's finish our drinks and then we'll go somewhere else," Heather
said, glancing at Summer, who was grinning like the Cheshire cat.

   They chatted for a bit, and David found out what the girls were majoring
in, what the campus was like, what kind of music they listened to (he did
not immediately recognize most of the singers or groups).

   His beer glass was empty.

   Heather and Summer shared an unspoken signal and both finished their
drinks as well.

   "Let's get out of here, OK?"

   "Sure, Heather," David said.  "Lead on."

   Heather and Summer each took one of David's arms in theirs and the trio
waltzed out the door of the saloon and into the early evening air.  They
stopped at a white Escalade.  Summer jumped into the driver's seat.

   "Let's sit in back," Heather said, giving David a playful look.

   "Best offer I've had all day," David said, climbing into the back seat
of the big SUV.

   Summer looked in the mirror to make sure both of her passengers were
safely inside and then the big Cadillac sped off into the night.

   Heather immediately slid next to David, put her arms around his neck,
and gave him a passionate kiss, which he returned with interest.  And that
was the last thing he remembered until he woke up with a killer headache,
naked, tied to a bed, staring into the light of a bare bulb hanging from
the ceiling.

   While David had given himself an immunity to the effects of alcohol, was
protected from all diseases and bacterial infections, was proof against
cancer, and generally the healthiest human on the planet, it had never
occurred to him that he might need to protect himself against roofies.

   He was bound with strips of bed sheet.  Whoever had tied him up hadn't
intended to do him any permanent damage.  The knots were tight, but he
still had feeling in his fingers and toes.  At least they hadn't used
chains.  David tested his bonds and determined that he could free himself;
it would be difficult but possible.  Instead of immediately tearing his
bonds and getting loose, David took a moment to gather information about
his immediate surroundings.

   The bed appeared to be the only furniture in the room.  The walls were
covered in some very old and very ugly wall paper.  The place smelled
musty, like an old house with a wet basement.  It was chilly.  He could
hear sounds from other parts of whatever building this was.  A toilet
flushed, water ran through pipes, there were footsteps and the distant
sound of muted voices.

   David performed an inventory of his physical self.  He could detect no
injuries, although his ass was sore and his wrists and ankles were somewhat
chafed from the restraints.  For the moment he was OK.

   "Well, this should be interesting," he muttered.

   Flexing his muscles David managed to tear one of the sections of fabric
holding his right wrist.  He quickly untied his other wrist and then his
ankles.  Instead of jumping up from the bed and trying to get away, though,
he arranged his bonds so that he appeared to still be restrained.  "If it
worked for Pippin Took," he thought, "it might just work for me." He wanted
to see what would happen when someone came through the door.  He didn't
have long to wait.

   Footsteps, only one set, approached the door.  There was a pause, and
the door opened.  It was Heather.  She was alone.

   "Wakey, wakey," she said in a singsong voice as she came in.

   David said nothing.  His eyes were closed.  Heather approached the bed.
She sat on the edge, near his feet.

   "C'mon daddy, wake up."

   David opened his eyes and did a pretty good job of pretending to be
disoriented.

   "Wha...?  What's goin' on?"

   Heather laughed.

   "Hey old man.  You're in the attic of our sorority house.  Some of us
girls got together and thought it would be funny to trap one of you old
horn dogs some time, and here you are."

   Heather got off the bed, took off her clothes, and crawled back up until
she was straddling David's face.

   "This is more fun when you're awake.  We had some fun with you when you
were out of it, but this is better because now you know what's happening
and who's doing it," she said as she lowered her pretty pussy to David's
face.

   David decided to go with the flow for the time being - at least until he
knew how many others were still in the house and where his clothing was. 
So he stuck out his tongue and started licking.

   "Oooooo....yeah....daddy...lick it just like that..."

   Heather grabbed David's head and pulled his face even tighter to her
cooze, rubbing the wet flesh all over; covering his jaw with her juices.

   "I've got you all to myself, daddy, and I'm gonna have some fun.  My
sisters are on a beer run, and it's just you and me, daddy, just you and
me...lick faster old man...yeah...that's it...eat it you fucking pervert."

   Heather was just starting to tip over the edge to an orgasm when David
suddenly flipped her over onto her back, spread her legs, and shoved his
big, and fully erect cock, into her pulsating pussy.

   "What the fuck!" Heather screamed as David shoved his cock home. 
"Shit!"

   David looked down into Heather's face, now a mask of fear mixed with
arousal.  He began to pump his cock in and out, each time going a little
deeper.  He had Heather pinned to the bed, her arms held over her head, her
hips fixed to the mattress like a butterfly pinned to a display board.

   "Give me a good reason not to kill you right now," he growled into
Heather's frightened face.  He had no such intention, but she didn't know
that.  All she knew was that an angry man about a foot taller and 100 lbs
heavier was pinning her to the bed, his massive cock spearing her belly,
with a look of barely contained fury on his face.

   "Fuck it.  You're not worth it," he said at last, pulling his dick from
her quivering quim, but still pinning her shoulders to the bed.  He put one
forearm over her chest, keeping her legs spread with his to protect his
groin, and very carefully he grasped first one and then the other of the
pieces of sheet she'd used to secure him to the bed.

   "Get off me you old pervert," she moaned.  "I'll have you charged with
rape.  My sisters will back me up."

   "Shut up, Heather.  You'll do no such thing."

   Heather struggled but she was no match for the MasterPC enhanced
strength of her attacker and soon she was fastened, more securely than
David had been, to the musty old mattress.

   "Now, tell me where my clothes and other things are."

   "Fuck off," Heather spat.

   "So, that's how it is, eh?  Have it your way."

   David left the room, making a quick exploration of what he discovered
was an old 2 and a half story house.  He quickly searched several rooms. 
He didn't find his clothes but he did find something he could use to get
Heather to tell him where they'd gone.

   When he got back to the attic room, Heather was weeping with frustration
struggling against her bonds.  When she saw what David was holding, she
blanched.

   "No.  Please.  No.  Not that.  Please."

   David slowly approached the bed.

   "Heather, you've been a very naughty girl.  Very naughty in deed.  I
think you need to be taught a lesson.  You also need to tell me where my
things are.  If I'm not dressed when the other girls get back there's going
to be major hell to pay.  I've nothing to lose here, since you're already
going to accuse me of rape.  So, I might as well exact my pound of flesh
along the way."

   Heather was staring at him the way a rabbit stares into the deadly
countenance of a snake.  She was paralyzed.

   David stood next to the bed.  In his hand was a large Ostrich feather.
Heather began to moan in fear as the feather moved closer to her flesh. 
David had also brought along a belt, but he had seen her eyes go to the
feather first and that's what he was going to lead with.  It would leave no
marks.

   "Please, not that.  Fuck my brains out.  You can even fuck my ass.  Just
don't use that thing on me," Heather pleaded, her eyes focused entirely on
the feather as it moved closer and closer to her quivering flesh.

   "Really Heather?  Really?  You want 10 inches of man gristle up your
back side as opposed to a little tickling?"

   "Oh my GOD!  You don't know.  Oh...please..."

   "Where are my clothes?"

   "I can't...we all took oaths as sorority sisters not to tell you until
we'd gotten what we wanted from you..."

   "You leave me no choice then," David said, smiling.

   Gently, beginning at her feet, he began to stroke her body with the
feather.  She shrieked at the first touch and wailed like a banshee as the
feather worked its way north toward the unprotected flesh of her belly and
sides.

   "Fuck!" She screamed.  "No more.  Please...I'll tell...I'll tell...just
stop..." she panted, tears streaming down her face.

   David took the feather away.

   "Hall closet...just inside the front door," Heather said, sobbing.

   "If you're lying to me, I will use this on you until you can't scream
any more, you scheming little bitch," David hissed.  He also noticed that
Heather's pussy was drooling and its inner lips were swollen.  Her clit was
a tiny knot of flesh protruding from its sheath, deep pink with arousal.

   David went downstairs quickly finding the hall closet where he
discovered his clothing.  He dressed and checked his pockets.  Nothing
missing except his wallet, which he discovered on the closet floor.  He
checked inside and discovered that his cash, about $200, was missing but
that his credit cards were still there.  He figured his money was financing
the beer run.  He smiled.

   Back in the room he sat on the bed next to Heather.

   He laid a hand on the baby soft skin of her belly.  Her flesh trembled
at his touch.

   "Why?"

   She did not respond and he began to drag his fingertips lightly across
Heather's stomach bringing a gasp from her lips.  She tried to twist away
from his touch but she was bound securely and could not escape.

   "Why?  Don't make me ask again, Heather," David said, making a point of
looking toward where the large feather lay on the floor near the bed.

   Heather moaned.

   "We were f-f-fooling around on AFF...just laughing at all the old guys
trying to score college girls...  We thought it would be fun to trap one
and have some fun with him.  Take a few incriminating pictures, maybe make
a little money."

   "Blackmail?"

   "Yeah."

   "Did you take pictures of me?"

   "Yeah."

   "Where are they?"

   Silence.

   "Where?"

   David bent down and picked up the feather.

   "FUCK!  OK....OK...just put that thing away...ok?"

   David dropped the feather on the floor again.

   "They're in my camera, in my room.  Next floor down, second room left of
the stairway."

   David got up once more, picked up the feather, and gently placed it on
Heather's body along its long axis.  The tip of the feather was just
touching the top of her pussy.  Heather was whimpering as he strode out of
the room.

   He quickly found Heather's room ("what a pig sty," he thought) and got
the camera.  He brought it back to the attic.  He quickly snapped a few
pictures of Heather and then removed the memory card, which he put in his
jacket pocket.

   "Did anyone take cell phone pictures?"

   "No...now please, please, please, get this thing off me," Heather
moaned.

   He picked up the feather, got a shriek from heather as he dragged it
across her skin, and dropped it on the floor.

   "How long before your sorority sisters are back?"

   "None of us is 21, so they have to go a ways to find a friendly liquor
store clerk - someone will probably have to give him a blowjob - it'll be
half an hour at least."

   "How'd you get served at the saloon?"

   "Summer and I have a deal with the bar tender.  That's why I suggested
the place."

   "What'd you do to me while I was sleeping?"

   "We all took turns fucking you with a strapon, we rode your cock - man
that thing is huge - and we swatted your butt with ping pong paddles."

   "That's it?  Not very imaginative."

   David was sitting on the bed again, running his fingers up and down
Heather's belly from just below her breasts to just above her pubis.  She
was moaning again but this time it was not from fear.  She was quite
rapidly becoming more aroused than she'd ever been in her life.  David
stared down at her face and began to methodically and expertly stroke every
inch of her taut flesh from her neck to her pussy.

   No matter how much Heather squirmed in her bonds, she could not escape
his talented fingers.  He said nothing, gave away nothing, his facial
expression completely unreadable, but his touch was ubiquitous and
irresistible.

   "Please...please...please...you've got me so fuckin' horny...  Get me
off...please...make me cum."

   "Now, Heather, why in the world would I do anything like that?  What's
my motivation?"

   "I'll do anything.  I'll let you fuck my ass.  I'll be your slave for
life.  I'll send you videos of me and Summer doing each other.  Just
please, make me cum."

   "Heather, you really must learn some self-discipline," David said,
smiling his most charming smile, the one that made his wife run into the
bathroom and lock the door.  Now he focused on her super sensitive nipples.
He licked his fingers and transferred the wetness to the twin spikes atop
her perky tits; he leaned over her and gently blew on first one and then
the other.  He repeated this several times before leaning in and taking one
nipple into his mouth and gently at first and then with more power sucking
on it.  He nibbled with his teeth - Heather gasped and he felt her hips
heave up off the bed - he sucked, he licked, and then he withdrew, once
more stroking her flesh with his fingers.

   He cupped her sex with his hand and began to gently rub up and down. 
Her crotch was a swamp of pussy juice.  His middle finger easily slid
between the swollen lips, penetrating her jade gate to the second knuckle.
Heather squealed in pleasure and then moaned in frustration as the finger
was just as quickly withdrawn.

   "Heather, you're cute as a button, and if I had time I'd bang you like a
drum until you couldn't walk for days, but right now, you really don't have
anything I want.  I would suggest you not try crying rape.  And, I think
you should close your AFF account.  In any event, I'm going to warn my men
friends about you and your little scheme."

   David stood up and blew Heather a kiss.  She screamed at him as he
walked out the door.

   "You bastard!  Don't leave me like this!  Please...I'm sorry...let me
make it up to you...  pllllllleeeeeeeeaaaassssssseeee!"

   It really was pitiful.  He almost went back and gave her pussy a good
drubbing.  But, he smiled to himself instead, and walked out of the house
and into the night.

   Back at his hotel room he checked his e-mail and then remembered the
memory card in his pocket.  He popped it into the card reader slot on his
laptop and started going through the pictures on the tiny storage device.

   There were a lot of them.  Apparently, the sorority sisters liked to
document their fun.  If he had been so inclined, he could have made a
fortune with some of the files Heather had on her camera.  Finally he got
to the most recent entries and found the images of what the girls had
gotten up to while he was in roofy land.

   "No wonder my butt is sore," he chuckled.  They'd used a strapon on his
ass and it wasn't a tiny one either.  Fortunately, he enjoyed ass play and
had done it enough that he was somewhat acclimated, and they really hadn't
intended permanent harm - they'd used plenty of lube and hadn't really gone
to work on his ass until he'd adjusted somewhat.

   "Wish I'd been awake for this part," he said.

   His phone rang.  It was his wife.  He talked to her for a while, still
flipping through the pictures, and then, when the call was over, he got
undressed, set his alarm, and went to bed.  

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