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Subject: INGARA'S BIRTHDAY PRESENT (Mf, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
Date: Mon, 27 Sep 2004 16:39:00 -0700
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INGARA'S BIRTHDAY PRESENT (Mf, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
BY SCAVENGER
Ingara just turned 12 years old. She had had her birthday party the
evening before. The best present she got was from her 10-year-old
brother, Akiba-- her own personal PDA. She stripped and went to sleep
naked and very happy. But somehow, someway, she ended up in this place
completely naked. She seemed trapped in a round room, with nothing in
it. No toilet, no sink, no shower or bath. No chairs. And to top if off,
the room seemed to be made of a hard clear plastic. Lights shown on her
from above, from below, and lights all around her.
That morning she heard someone come into her bedroom. She knew because
her bedroom door squeaked when it opened, but not when it closed. Ingara
threw back the covers revealing her naked body. Black hair so black it
shown a midnight blue falling several inches past her bare feet. Black
eyes the color of a black marbles covered well. Freckles spattered
across her entire body. She sported large orange-sized breasts, and
Spartan black hair around her beautiful vagina. Her waist was just right
for the rest of her body, now slim and beautiful. Her belly button was a
true inny. She was still a virgin, though just about every boy wanted to
"date" her only to get her naked and screw her. Since her daddy was the
Chief of Police, just the mention of him left the boys with second
thoughts. She love to date, but she knew she wasn't ready for a steady
boyfriend yet. She would know when the right boy came along. She was
proud of her body, and often let her parents friends see her naked, on
purpose by accident. She often asked her parents what their friends said
about her.
Ingara wasn't scared, no, Ingara was red with anger, blue with insult,
and green with irritation. She yelled, she stomped, she ranted, she
raved, she pounded on the clear plastic wall. She grew tired and sat
down Indian-style in the middle of the room. She tried to measure the
size of the room by counting her steps than multiplying that by two. She
came close to about 20 feet across. All she could do was wait and see
what would happen to her. The problem was, she not only had to pee, but
had to do #2 as well. She didn't know how long it would be. She would
try to hold it in.
About 10 minutes later she heard a sound. She looked around. She found
where the sound emanated from. She stood and watched as an electronic
bridge extended from the other side, sliding toward her "room". She
watched as the bridge slid easily into a hole on her side. Apparently no
one could reach her without that bridge spanning the distance. She
wondered how deep the area was surrounding her room.
The man, about a foot taller than Ingara, walked slowly across the
bridge, now standing on the platform surrounding her room. She noticed
him raising a controller of some kind. He pushed a button and rather
than a door sliding up or opening, the area he came through merely
turned into a liquid form, he entered, and the "door" returned to its
hard form and once again became part of the hard plastic barrier.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" she accosted him angrily, not
caring about her nudity. She figured a person like this had seen plenty
of girls and women naked, so why worry about it.
"Not much. I captured you just to capture you. Sometime soon you will be
tied up any way I want, and you will provide any sex I demand you to do.
You will be fed and have drink regularly, so you won't starve or die of
thirst. If you have to go to the bathroom, just push the button here."
He showed her where the small button, also clear to blend in with the
rest of the wall. "I know you must have to urinate. Probably have to
have a bowel movement as well. Go ahead, push the button."
Ingara reached the button and pressed. She heard some kind of electrical
circuits closing and opening, then a whirr. She looked behind her and
watched as a toilet, a sink, a bidet, and a shower come up from down
below. Yet, she never noticed anything at all when she looked down there
earlier.
"Go ahead. Do whatever you have to do."
"Are you going to watch me?"
"Yes, I am."
"Very well, if you must, it won't bother me at all. If you want to get
your nose right down to where you can see what I am doing, please do so
if you're that interested." Ingara marched over to the toilet and sat
down. The man watched as her small breasts bounced with her. She sat
down, and waited to see if the man would come over or not.
Unsurprisingly he did. He squatted down, his eyes glued to her vaginal
area. Then, Ingara allowed her pee to spurt from her urethra, hitting
the toilet hard and splashing it onto the man's face. He didn't move.
Then Ingara let out a little grown as her "shit" began to fall into the
toilet bowl. The man still watch in rapt fascination. As he watched,
Ingara bent over a little, then tried to find the controller. He felt
her hand inside his pocket. He jumped up and slapped her as hard as he
could across her left cheek.
"If you ever try again, it will be your last. Understand?"
Ingara rubbed her cheek, never letting out a tear. Her anger just grew,
and she knew that one day soon she would be free.
The man watched as she wiped herself. He watched as she stood over the
bidet washing herself off. She began the shower, got in and cleaned
herself off. No shower curtain hid her wet and glistening body. Once the
water turned off, a warm heat came from the same showerhead and dried
her off. But not her hair. She spent about twenty minutes squeezing out
the extra water.
"So want to watch me do anything else?"
"Yes," replied the man. "Masturbate for me."
"No. I refuse. I have never masturbated in front of anybody, and I won't
start now. However, I do demand some food and drink."
"Very well. I will send it up. Push the button twice for the food and a
chair. When you do, all the bathroom stuff will disappear. Wait until I
leave. When you are finished, press the button three times. I will see
you later, and next time you will be tied up, and probably gagged and
blindfolded. Bye, sweet-tart." The man left.
Wait! Ingara thought. No one ever calls me sweet-tart! No one except . .
. her dad! Is this man her father, playing with her? She had often asked
him what it was like to be tied up. He always said I would know one day.
Is this my day? On my 12th. Birthday? She would watch him closer next
time to see if she could really tell whether or not it really might be him!
Ingara pushed the button for dinner. Up came a table with her food,
still hot, and a chair. Lime Kool-Aid® filled a clear plastic glass. She
noticed her plate and silverware were also clear plastic. She sat down
and looked at her food. Small steak, extra rare, black eyed peas,
spinach with bacon cut up into it and slightly sugared, plus a small
chef's salad with 1,000 Island Dressing. One of her favorite meals. Only
her dad could know about this. It has to be her dad! She smiled to
herself, then began to eat. But why did he slap her? She guessed if he
did that, it would look like someone else. Her dad had never physically
hurt her in any way. She finished her dinner, every bit of it, and
pushed the button again.
Now, she thought, how do I sleep? She pushed the button four times, and
sure enough there came the bed. She didn't hesitate. She lay down on top
of the sheets, and noticed the lights nearly turned off, but not quite.
More along the lines of a night-light. She immediately fell asleep.
When she woke, breakfast awaited her on the table. Again, one of her
favorites. Scrambled eggs with tomato and cheese, four sausages, toast,
and a large glass of orange juice (NOT from concentrate). She sat down
and ate like it was her last meal. She pushed the button and made it all
disappear somewhere down below. She brushed her teeth, and took a
shower. She found a hair dryer which hadn't been there before. Her hair
dried in half the time. Suddenly they disappeared below, and she hadn't
pushed the button. Then suddenly, two clear plastic poles rose up. She
noticed things attached to both poles. Were they wrist and ankle cuffs?
She moved closer, and knew then that was exactly they were.
"Stand in the middle of the poles, and attach the two ankle cuffs, and
one of the wrist cuffs." His voice reverberated through her room,
probably from a loud speaker somewhere.
She did as she was told. She had never been tied up or shackled or any
other type of bondage in her entire life. Now she would know what it
felt like. She accomplished the task, and waited.
"I am sending in a helper to cuff your other wrist, and apply the
blindfold and gag."
Ingara watched as what looked like a young boy finally came into her
room. He didn't speak, but attached her other wrist to the pole. He then
put a leather padded blindfold on her eyes, buckling it tightly behind
her head, then used a fairly large leather strapped red ball gag to gag
her. He had to put a lot of pressure on the ball to push it past her
teeth. An audible POP sounded when the ball finally slipped behind her
teeth. He pulled the two ends behind her head, and yanked on them,
buckling them also very tightly. The boy stepped back and gazed at his
handy work.
Ingara couldn't see, couldn't talk, couldn't move. And in a few minutes
she would be spread very wide. While the boy watched, the poles began to
move slowly apart, pulling painfully on her arms and legs. She let out a
little scream. Once her arms were pulled apart as far as they could be,
the bottoms of the poles also began to move even farther apart until her
legs were nearly parallel with the floor. She felt like her vagina would
split in two. And it hurt!
"Well, now, you seem to be fully spread apart. I have some additional
things I need to add to your body. Let me see. How about some weighted
alligator clips? Yes, I think that would be fine"
He rubbed her nipples standing out from her small breasts. He watched
her nipples harden and her aureole become wrinkled. He quickly attached
the first, then the second one. She jerked and screamed, as it were.
That just made the alligator clips with their weights swing, and she
found that was worse than if she stayed still. Her nipples pointed
straight down at the floor. Ingara sobbed. The pain, well, there was no
way to describe her pain.
"What beautiful breasts you have, si . . . little girl." Did she catch
the little slip? He hoped not. He hoped she was in too much pain to
catch it. "Now, what can I do about her vaginal lips and clitoris? Sure.
How about the same thing on your sweet labia? I am attaching two on each
labium, again with weights attached." Ingara screamed again and again as
this unknown boy attached the weighted clips to the middle of her lips.
She felt as if they were pulled all the way down to the floor, even
though she knew they weren't. Her breath caught, and her breathing came
quick and hard.
"Hmmm. Now, what next?" the boy said thoughtfully, even though he
already knew. "Yes, your little clit. I am going to rub it to get the
hood to pull back farther, then a nice alligator clip, again with
weights, will be attached to it. Ready? Here it goes." Ingara screamed
uncontrollably, jerking her body back and forth as the pain from all the
clips accumulated into one giant throbbing pain, yet each one separate
and different.
"I wonder what I could do next? Aha! I think I have it."
Ingara felt something being tied around her waist, the ropes biting into
her small stomach. He thrust a vaginal dildo into her vaginal cavern,
then another into her rear hole. She felt so stuffed, so full, she
didn't know if the pain or the pleasure was the worst. She felt the rope
being pulled down between her legs and deep between her vaginal lips,
then up in the back, pushing against the plug in her anus. The boy then
yanked on the rope several times, making sure the rope imbedded itself
as far into these two areas deep as he could, then tied the end off onto
the back rope.
"Is there anything else I can do? Oh yes. What can I do to your
beautiful toes? Yes, I have it."
Ingara heard nothing for a few minutes, then felt more alligator clips
being put on her tender toes. More screams. But no amount of movement or
jerking would dislodge those clips on her wonderful toes. Then he ran
three pieces of duct tape across her mouth, one straight across, the
other two in opposite diagonals. Now, she couldn't use her mouth to
breathe, only through her nose.
"I think I have done enough for now. I'll be back later." He rubbed his
hands all over her body before he left. Now, nothing. What will happen
to her?
The plugs in Ingara's vagina and anus urged her to reach an orgasm. But
she couldn't hump hard and fast enough to do so. She tried to move her
hips back and forth, and the small sensations racing through her body
centered from her lips, her clitoris, her butt hole, didn't work enough
to reach an orgasm. She knew her vagina became wet, she could feel her
juices running down her legs. Her anal plug wouldn't budge at all, but
just the idea of it filling her up in her rear end drove her wild. She
could feel the two plugs rubbing together through the thin membrane
separating the two. She struggled again, and again the weighted
alligator clips swung drastically, and she had to stop. The pain shot
through each clip, sensations of pleasure also reached her pain/pleasure
matrix in her head.
Ingara lost all track of time. She didn't know if she'd been tied up for
a minute or many hours. She wanted loose, or someone to "fuck" her. (She
had never used that word in all her life. But now, it seemed
appropriate. God, please send someone in to fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!
Please!
More time passed as she waited. Then Ingara heard something. The next
thing she new was her nipples being squeezed, forcing the clips deep
into her nipples. She screamed and jerked. Next, the four clips on her
vaginal lips again made her scream and jerk. All her toes suffered the
same fate next. Tears rolled from her blindfolded eyes. Finally, her
clit clip was squeezed so hard Ingara nearly passed out.
"Are you having fun, my sweet si . . ." He almost said it again. And
again she failed to notice her brother's little slip.
"What would you like me to do to you, little one? Would you like me to
screw you?
Ingara nodded rapidly in agreement.
"I am going to remove your crotch rope and vaginal plug. I will leave in
the butt plug and all the clips. Let us see what will happen, shall we?"
Ingara felt the rope come off her waist, then the crotch rope itself.
And when he pulled out the vaginal plug, she felt partially empty. The
boy walked up to her and flicked the clips on her nipples, lower lips,
and clitoris.
"Ready?"
Ingara again nodded. The boy stripped before he even came in here. His
penis stood at its maximum length. He stepped up to her and rubbed his
penis between her lips. This almost drove her wild. Finally, he stepped
close enough to slide his penis inside her vagina. Ingara screamed, but
this time with pleasure. That is, until he began moving in and out. With
the clips still on, her lips and clit sent shock after shock of pain
through her helpless body. He could tell she was about to reach orgasm.
He wasn't far behind her. Finally, she shivered as tense as wave after
orgasmic wave shot through her. Then she felt the boy also reach orgasm.
She felt his penis pulse inside her, could feel his warm sperm spread
out through her vagina.
Ingara sagged, her orgasm was so intense. This was her first time, and
her first time to be "fucked". She began to love that word.
The boy pulled out of her, and she squealed as he did. He then removed
all the clips from her toes. Next, from her clit. With every removal of
the clips a sense of pain, then calmness washed over her. Next, her
lips. Finally, both nipples. And last, he very slowly removed her butt plug.
"I want you to clean both dildos with your mouth. If you don't you will
be kept bound like this until you do. So. Ready to lick them clean?"
Hesitatingly, Ingara nodded.
"I am going to remove your ball gag now." He went behind her and yanked
on the buckling straps until he could get it unbuckled. He let the two
ends hang, then went to stand in front of her, and began to pull on the
ball. After about five minutes of sticking his fingers in her mouth and
pushing on the ball, it finally popped out.
"Don't say anything. Just lick these dildos clean."
The boy stuffed the vaginal one into her mouth. Very slowly he pushed it
all the way in. Ingara began to lick it clean, using her tongue and
mouth. He pulled that one away and stuck the one from her butt hole into
her mouth. Ingara gagged. It was sweaty, it had the smell of her own
backside on it. After several tries, she finally sucked it clean.
"Very good. OK, dad! Bring the poles back to the way they were." The
poles finally reached their original position.
"I am going to release your feet from the cuffs, then I want you to put
them side by side."
Ingara complied, and the boy tied her ankles together as tightly as he
could. He tied her big toes together as well.
"I am going to release your wrists from the cuffs as well. I want you to
put your wrists behind your back, palms together."
Again she complied. The boy then tied her wrists very tightly behind
her, then tied her fingers together, one set at a time.
"Very good. Now, should I regag you? Or take your blindfold off."
"Please," Ingara said, "remove my blindfold. I want to see you."
"Are you certain?"
Oh, yes. Please."
The boy removed her blindfold, and stayed behind her until her eyes
adjusted.
"Where are you? I want to see you!"
Akiba masturbated until his penis once again throbbed at its maximum
length. He walked around in front of her.
Ingara couldn't believe her eyes! Her own brother! She had never seen
him naked, and now here he is completely naked with a raging hardon!
"How did I get here?" she asked him.
"Dad drugged you. He had been working on something like this for years,
as a substitute for prison cells. This is a top-secret project, so you
cannot say anything to anyone about it. Understood?"
"Sure, Akiba. Now untie me, get my clothes, and we'll get out of here.
Right?"
"Wrong. Dad said I could do anything to you as long as I don't seriously
hurt you. So guess what. You get to stay like that for a very long time.
But first, I need to put this spiked collar on you. Now, I need to use
this rope, attach it to your collar, throw it over the bar between the
two poles, then pull the rope up until you're partially hanging. I'll
tie it off. There you are. All comfy and cozy. Ah. I forgot something.
Your gag and blindfold.
When he accomplished the tasks, he left, leaving Ingara naked, wrists
tied behind her back with her fingers tied together, her ankles tied
together, and her big toes also tied together.
Ingara wondered what would come next . . .
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