We hopped into his car and started driving. It was easy to slide over next to him and loop my arm through his. I looked up at him and asked what he had decided on and where was he taking me. As soon as he smiled, I knew he wasn’t going to tell me. He was getting very cocky knowing he had me, and he was certainly enjoying it. That was good; a guy always performs better when he gets smug about knowing he’s going to get laid. It boosts his confidence so much to get that advance notice.

I finally had to admit to him that it had been a fantasy of mine since I was twelve years old to go off with a guy from the net. Ever since a much older man tried to get me to meet him one time after school, I had often played with myself thinking about how erotic it would be to go off with a total stranger for the explicit purpose of having sex. It had been my most repeated fantasy for the past six years and now it was coming true. I couldn’t believe the glint in his eyes when I told him I felt like a twelve year old little girl again. He liked that statement just a little too much; this guy was truly a little pervert.

Danny went on and on asking me my likes and dislikes about sex. I knew he was probing for what was allowed and that made me feel much safer. We were headed away from the beach, so I knew his only two ideas that he had mentioned earlier were the frat house thing and his playroom. I was very antsy about going behind closed doors with a guy I had just met, but the steam coming from my crotch was forcing me to keep my fears to myself. But the idea of getting passed around by several frat boys had its scary side as well.

“You know Danny; you’re going to be a very happy fellow before we leave here.”

He smiled and said that he had hoped so.

We walked to his front door and I tried to be a big girl about my fears, but he had to grab my hand to actually make me go inside. The place was tidy and I saw no outwardly scary things, so I calmed down a bit. He showed me around a little and offered me a soda. Then I sat on the couch as he put on a movie. It was still light out and I was hoping to get laid and out of there before dark. I didn’t really want to be in a strange house after dark.

Danny disappeared for a while and sat next to me on the couch when he came back. He made a little small talk and then started rubbing my inner thigh right up to beneath my crotch. I was about to turn to kiss him when he asked, “Do you trust me yet?” I wasn’t about to piss him off, so I said “Of course.”

He started to kiss me, then my neck, and then he turned me a little and started rubbing my arms as he gently pushed me face down onto the couch. He couldn’t have known this was my favorite position to be molested by a guy. There was something about a guys hands coming around my body that felt so naughty. And that’s when it all changed.

Danny pulled my arms back and before I could react, I had handcuffs around my wrists. I immediately got pissed and told him to release me. Instead, he brought something around my mouth and gagged me with it. I started twisting and fighting him off as little as the cuffs would allow. I was terrified over what I had gotten myself into. I started screaming into the gag as his hands rubbed my tits and then squeezed their way between my legs. He pulled something over my head that was like a pillow case and tied it off. I was freaking out beyond all limits.

I squirmed like crazy as he hoisted me off the couch and over his shoulder. I was being carried someplace for god knows what. I felt the falling crash of him carrying me down a flight of stairs and realized I was in his ‘basement playroom’. He carefully laid me down on a mattress or something. It was well padded and then I felt him next to me. He hushed me quiet until I waited to hear what he had to say.

“Stop being so afraid and listen carefully. I promised you I would take good care of you, and that I wouldn’t hurt you right?”

I slowly nodded my head.

“The promise stands. All I want to do is play with you as my captive for a little while and make you experience a new kind of heaven like you’ve never experienced before. Do you trust me?”

I didn’t want to make him mad, so I nodded my head again. He asked if he could explore my body a little before he went on with his explanation, so I figured that since I couldn’t stop him, I’d better nod again.

His hands rubbed their way up my exposed stomach, under my top, and covered my tits. Even in my state of fear, it felt good having a man’s hands feeling me up. He had such a gentle touch that I almost wished he didn’t. I felt my top going over my boobs and he sucked on my nipples and chewed them ever so softly. Then I felt one of his hands running up my thigh until my micro skirt was anything but in the way. He palmed my entire pussy, rubbing his fingers over the folds of my lips and then making hard little circles over my clit.

The next thing I felt was him pulling my top down, and then my skirt. I wondered what he had in mind, just before he laid close to me.

“See, I know how to keep my promises. Your wetness alone tells me your every bit as horny as you said you were. I suppose you’d still like a good fucking, but in my playroom, it happens to the extreme or not at all. Most girls don’t even have the foggiest idea of how pleasurable fucking can really be until they’ve come here. I want to fuck you so bad, but I won’t do it unless you say I can.”

With that he pulled the cloth over my head, the gag from my mouth, and then turned me over enough to take off the cuffs. As I rolled back to face him, he held me down and asked if he had hurt me.

“No, but you scared the hell out of me.”

Still staring into my eyes, he asked me, “You still want to get the best fucking of your life? Or you want to make the mistake of leaving now? I’ll bring you back to the coffee shop right now if you want.”

I know it was stupid beyond belief, but I was indeed still horny. But my fear won out and I told him I’d better leave. He got off me and offered me his hand to help me up off what turned out to be a mattress on the floor. I reached my hand out, but didn’t quite grab for his hand. I couldn’t look at him and bit my lower lip.

“You want to find out my secrets, don’t you?”

I nodded very slowly.

He dropped to his knees and kissed my forehead. “I swear, I won’t hurt you. I’ll even ask you now and then if you want to leave. But if I stop again, we leave no matter what. Understand?”

Still unable to admit out loud that I needed a man’s cock so bad, I nodded.

With his answer in hand, he hit on a light and the dim room became fairly well lit. As I glanced around I saw that this was actually his converted playroom. He had some very menacing looking ropes and cuffs hanging from different parts of the room. I couldn’t even figure out what most of the things could be used for. The couple of things I did see didn’t make fucking look easy, but seemed more like torture devices.

Danny reached out both hands to help me to my feet. I stood and he kissed my mouth and neck. He asked me if I was ready to continue. I sheepishly nodded. He took my hand and told me I had to play by his rules then, and led me to two posts in the middle of the room. Each post had cuffs attached to chains hanging from the top of the posts and from the bottoms as well. The chains were much shorter on the bottom cuffs.

“I want to feel you up like you’ve never been touched before. You want to feel that?”

I nodded and he pointed to the cuff near my right hand. He told me to place it on my wrist. All I could do was stare at him for a small eternity. I couldn’t believe he wanted me to set myself up for him, but I found myself reaching for the cuff. I opened it and saw that it was held closed by velcro. I slapped it around my wrist and secured it. Then he told me to secure my right leg as well. I realized that when I was fully cuffed that I would be spread wide for his unfettered groping of me. The idea of that was as tantalizing as it was scary. I struggled to place the cuff around my ankle using only my left hand and stood back up. Danny held open the other cuff for me and waited for me to put my wrist into it. When I did, he secured it tightly.

He walked around me and kicked my other leg open to reach the last cuff. He ran his hands up and down my body a couple of times and I almost wanted to tell him to cuff my leg, but he told me he had to strip me first. He walked over to a shelf and came back with another velcro strap and a pair of scissors he let fall to the floor, and stood in front of me. Without taking his eyes from mine, he dropped his hands to the bottom of my skirt and raised it until he could reach my panties. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down and off my left leg, leaving them resting on the cuff of my right leg. He knelt down and cut them from my leg and stood again.

“Don’t worry about them. I’ll buy you a new pair, but I was going to keep them anyway for my collection.” Then he held them to my face and told me to open my mouth. I didn’t like what I was thinking, but when he didn’t take them away, I opened up for him. He then started to push them into my mouth with his fingers and then wrapped the velcro strap around my head to hold them in place.

He walked over to the corner of the room and came back with a video camera on a tripod, and positioned it in front on me about ten feet away. I started shaking my head and fretting over the idea that he wanted to tape my humiliation. He grabbed something from the shelf and came back to me. It was a blindfold and he wrapped it around my head. I was shaking my head around trying to make him understand I didn’t want him to tape me, but he told me that he would only ask me a few times if I wanted to leave his house and that this wasn’t one of them yet.

As soon as my vision was cancelled, I held still trying to hear what was going on. I felt his hands fondling my tits and then smooth their way over my tummy and into the waist of my skirt. He pushed it, with some trouble, over my hips until it fell to my cuffed right leg. Just knowing that my nudity was being caught on camera was humiliating enough, but when I felt him start to tug my tube top down the same path, I wished for the first time in my life that I had a bigger pair of tits. If I was going to be viewed in the future, I didn’t want to look more like a twelve year old boy.

I could feel he was pushing my top and skirt as close to the pole as possible. And then I felt him cuffing my other leg to the pole. He used some contraption to hoist my cuffed wrists into the air, over my head. I was staked out for his pleasure now, and he got behind me and took full advantage of my nudity. He had such a great way of feeling a girl up and it wasn’t long before I became at ease with my position. Just after I started to moan, he felt it was safe enough to ask me if I wanted to be released and on my way. The bastard’s plan was clear now; he would taunt me, and then make me feel so good I wouldn’t be able to say I wanted to leave. But his hands and my predicament worked to his advantage and I shook my head ‘no’.

He spent several minutes ravaging my body before he reached his fingers up into my labia. He stuck them in far enough to get past my muscles and started working them around. He twirled his thumb around my clit at the same time until I twitched trying to get away from him. It turned out he knew just how to masturbate a girl like a pro. He had one hand working away at my pussy and groped my small tits with his other hand. The thought of the camera running did nothing to stop my hips from bucking into his hand. All I could think about was how sex starved I must look through the lens of the camera.

Danny was pushing all the right buttons. I was biting down on my own panties in my mouth as I struggled to help get myself off with his hand. And when I was about to cum, I screamed as hard as I could into the cloth. Danny kept encouraging me to cum for the camera and I couldn’t have stopped for anything. I came harder and better than I ever had in my life. And as soon as I was done, I struggled to stay on my feet. I couldn’t remember ever standing for an orgasm before, so the feeling was so new to me.

“Now that you see I know what I’m doing, I would love to fuck you in a very special way. Do you want to leave yet?”

The fucking prick was an expert in many things. He knew I had no choice but to shake my head ‘no’. I quickly heard some strange noises and felt both arms being hoisted higher onto the pole. I thought he was going to take me just like that, but instead he released my ankles. I felt a wide strap being placed around my stomach and strapped to me. There was a moment of silence and then I was yanked off my feet. I screamed thinking I was going to fall to the floor, but I was hanging from my waist and the cuffs on my wrists. My mind raced to the camera and what it must be seeing. I prayed that the battery was dead.

Danny stepped behind me and I felt his cock hitting my butt cheeks. My feet were unable to touch the floor and were swinging freely as he maneuvered my ass. It was obvious how he was going to fuck me now and I knew he was very ready by the wetness that the tip of his cock left on my cheek. I felt him spreading my cheeks and begin probing for my hole. As he worked his cock past my pussy muscles, I moaned so loud that it seemed my gag was useless. He sweet talked me into accepting this as if it were all so normal. He probably had enough experience with past girls to know that I was in my only little heaven as he pumped away at me. I was nothing more than his plaything now, or at least until the next time he asked me if I wanted to leave.

I felt his hard fucking cock plop from my cunt and as I waited to see if he would finish me, I felt more cuffs going around my ankles. He hoisted my legs into the air until they were higher than my ass. The strap on my belly held most of my weight and now I was so exposed that he could do anything easily to me. He went back between my legs and I waited for him to enter me again. But he started probing my ass and I wriggled around on him. I didn’t like anal sex, at least yet, and I didn’t want him having full access to me. But thankfully, he seemed to be toying with me and went back to my cunt.

Danny started fucking my cunt so hard that I would bounce forward, and I would ram my hips back at him as I came back. I was screaming into my panties so hard as he fucked the hell out of me. He reached around and twisted my boobs and nipples to keep me going. I had absolutely no say and I couldn’t have been any happier. I had never been so well fucked in my life, and that included in my fantasies. I gripped my cunt muscles as tightly as I could until I felt myself cumming again. My body was trembling and then I heard Danny grunting into his own cum. All I could do to help him was shake uncontrollably in the harness that held me in place. His hands went to the cheeks of my ass and he spread them for a better look at what he was getting.

I felt him pull out of me and run his fingers through my lips. He came around to the front of me and wiped the cum from his fingers all over my upper lip and nose so all I could smell was his cum mixed with my own scent. Then I heard him go upstairs. I quickly grew worried that he would leave me like this for a long time, but luckily his was back in just a few minutes. He told me he had to take a piss and wanted to know if I needed to take one myself. I nodded my head.

He said he suspected that and had brought me down a medical urinal basin. He held it to my hole and told me to go. I was way too embarrassed to piss in front of him, and the camera, but he slapped my ass and told me to get going. After several slaps that started to hurt, I decided I’d better get it over with. There was no doubt about it; this was the wildest position I had ever been in for relieving myself. I flashed back to the humiliation of having this extremely embarrassing event caught on camera. As soon as I finished, he told me he had one last game to play with me that would heighten my sex drive to such a peak that I wouldn’t be able to dismiss my needs. With that he took me down and undid all my cuffs. I didn’t want to intrude on what he apparently was very good at doing, so I didn’t reach for either my gag or blindfold. I stood still in the darkness and waited for him to take the lead.

That’s when I felt him sticking two fingers into me and pushed up until I had to stand on my tip toes. He walked me like that as I struggled to follow his fingers over to what felt like the side of a table. He took his hand away and helped me lie back on the table. It turned out to be some sort of a bench that bent me in half with my waist being higher than the rest of me. I felt him cuffing my arms and legs down into a spread eagle position again. I could feel him taking the strap from around my mouth and then started tugging the panties out. It felt so good to be able to move my jaw again. He told me I’d better work it as much as I could, because he was going to stuff it full again. I understood he meant he was going to have me blow him, but I had no idea to the extent of what he wanted. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t even seen his cock yet, so I tried to imagine what it might be like from the way it had felt in my pussy.

Danny released something on the table and my head fell down. I felt his cock being rubbed across my lips and his precum was wetting my chin. I’d certainly had never been in this position for sucking a guy off before, and I was about to learn the real benefit from Danny’s point of view.

I was ordered to open my mouth and complied. As soon as he started to put it in me, I realized my situation. I had no way to stop how much he wanted to slide it into my mouth, and his cock was perfectly aimed toward my throat. After a few strokes into my mouth a little farther than I wanted him to go, he slipped from my mouth. I immediately whined about not wanting him to cum in my mouth and that he shouldn’t go too deep. The next thing I heard was Danny right next to my ear and asking, “Do you really want to leave before I’m satisfied? Doesn’t seem fair, but if you want, I’ll untie you right now.”

His voice seemed sulking and made me feel like I had a service to perform for the tremendous fucking he had introduced me to. But what really made me decide to shake my head to indicate I would stay was when he pushed his hands up over my tits and through my bush to toy with my wholly exposed cunt. It felt like steam was coming from me at the touch of his fingers. I realized how exposed this table left me for him to play with me as I sucked him off. I wanted to continue, but he made it really hard when he came right out and told me what he was planning on doing to me.

“I want to fuck your throat so bad, but if you want to leave, just say so. I could show you a side to sucking cock you probably never even knew existed, but you would have to trust me just like the first part and allow me to teach you. All I can promise is that I won’t hurt you.” He waited for a minute and asked me, “Do you want to leave now?”

Danny knew the answer even before I shook my head side-to-side. He took the blindfold away from my eyes and kissed me once deep. I had offered him my mouth to do with as he pleased, and I knew he was going to definitely show me something new. He stood back up and his cock hit the side of my face. I finally saw how big it was and the texture of it. There was a large mushroom head, but it was the same circumference as the shaft and looked so yummy. His balls were tight in their sack and not all that hairy, but rather large compared with most guys I had seen.

He was ready to induct me into phase two, stood rigidly against my forehead, and placed his cock to my lips. This time he had to push it through and into my mouth. I tried my best to relax, but each time it went in a little too far, I would choke and gag. He spoke softly to calm me, reassuring me that many girls before me had learned to deep throat in this same fashion. It did help to know that he was experienced at teaching girls how to do this, but I never had a guy go very deep before at all. I was worried that he might rip open my throat.

Danny pushed his cock as far as it would go naturally, and after a while I was able to catch on to accommodate him. His hands went all over my body; rubbing every part of me and then resting on the sides of my face as he started to do his real business. He held his hands against my face to keep me in place as he slid his cock to the back of my throat. He was telling me just what to do to keep from gagging and would withdraw to let me catch my breath or choke a little. His thumbs were pushing on my lower jaw to help open my mouth further for him. Then, without any warning, instead of withdrawing, he pushed harder on his cock.

I thought he would tear my throat, but he was going slowly with me. He plugged my throat several more times before he finally decided to force it deeper. I got so scared the first time he told me he wasn’t going to stop pushing until I relaxed my throat to allow him entry. I blanked out my mind and then almost with a pop, it slipped past the muscles in my throat that normally would have stopped him. I freaked at the fullness I felt, but was amazed that he had been successful. He pulled out and immediately made me relax for a second swallowing of his cock. The second time was a little easier to relax and he went even deeper this time. He did that to me several times to make sure I was getting use to being able to do it. Then as he did it one more time, he told me to see how long I could leave it in. I tried my hardest to stay calm, but freaked out again when he told me that he couldn’t wait to dump his cum into my throat. I got scared and whined for him to remove himself from me. He did, but only long enough for me to breathe.

He continued to fuck my throat as if it were a pussy, but he was going much slower so as not to hurt me. I still didn’t want him to cum in me, but he wasn’t giving me a choice. He must have realized my disgust with cum, because it seemed like he was taunting me with what he planned on doing. And the way he talked about relieving himself deep in my throat made me feel like his personal toilet. But it was that very thought that made my clit tingle all on its own. Having to do that nasty thing was bringing me to an orgasm as I thought about it. I gagged each time his cock past my throat muscles, but mostly just for the sound. I was keeping up to his slow thrusting, but it still filled my throat so much I couldn’t move my head when he was in me.

And then he made it obvious that he was getting ready to get off on his new pussy. I felt him growing even harder, and his thrusts started coming faster. He told me to take quicker breaths when allowed and to hold onto them longer. I couldn’t believe the odd involuntary noises coming from me and my throat as he started fucking me harder and much faster. He told me he was ready to relieve himself and I tried moaning for him not to, but it was totally inaudible. He gave me one last chance for a breath and then pushed his cock in as far as it could go. His pubic bone was mashed against my lips and his balls covered my nose, and he held still. I knew he was waiting to cum and then I felt the warmth jutting its way into my throat. My moans of horror turned into moans of success at having been a good girl for my man. My disgust of having him cum in my throat turned into a feeling of triumph over adversity.

I thought about the camera and since I had survived this event, I was actually hoping that he would show me the tape so I could see just how wild it looked.

But even as I could feel him still spurting into me, his hands raced for my cunt and clit. He frigged me wildly and even after getting off, he pumped himself into me a couple more times as he frigged the hell out of my pussy. He brought me to the precipice of a fantastic cum in record time, and then pulled away from me. His cock was finally fully withdrawn, his hands went away, and he backed off entirely. I begged him to finish frigging me, but he just laughed. I gulped trying to free my airway from the remnants of his cum and my spit, and continued pleading with him to finish me off. But all he did was bend over me and kissed my forehead again.

His explanation of what he was doing was almost too scary to accept, but the bastard got me to the point of needing finishing so bad that I actually studied the options he gave me.

“Let’s face it! A girl can get off a dozen times, and a guy twice, if he’s lucky. You know you want more, you need more. So I have one of three options for you. You want to hear them?”

I nodded my head the best I could in my upside-down position and said ‘yes’.

“I can take you down the highway to the rest stop and find you a passing trucker to fuck you a good one…” and he paused to let that sink in, “or I could sell you to a nice couple down the street that would love to continue playing with you.”

I told him that neither sounded good and asked for his third option.

“I can untie you, take you back to the coffee shop, and leave you all frustrated.” And then he added, “But, you’d never be able to come back to my playroom if you decide to quit playing now.”

The bastard! He knew I was hooked and he wanted to make me demean myself so that he would ask me back again. With all the new and wonderfully naughty things that he had taught me, he knew I would want to come back. But fucking another total stranger at a rest stop, or worse, being sold to an unseen “couple”, was too hard to believe.

Danny was pulling his pants back on when he came back to my head for his answer. He knelt close to me and said, “You know you want to come back and play again, don’t you?” Another deafening pause, then “So, you want me to take you home?”

It was the hardest decision I ever had to make, and part of me hated him for making me answer him. But I slowly shook my head ‘no’ and saw his smile light up. He had me almost as if I were his property. He undid all the cuffs and I struggled to sit up after being bent backwards for so long. My neck was sore and he told me to get dressed for the drive. It haunted me that I was dressing for my next partner, or partners, and perhaps having to deal with another girl. I’d never really did anything with a girl before, so I had no idea what option might be the lesser of two evils.

Danny handed me ten dollars and told me it was for my panties that he cut up. When I first saw the money in his hand, I thought he was paying me for the sex. I was about to get pissed at being called a prostitute. He led me back upstairs and gave me paper towels to wipe up with, but that was all he would allow me to do to clean up. He asked me which option I had decided to take. All I could tell him was that I couldn’t make that decision.

Could you do it for me?

3) Rest area

5) Sold