Megan pulled her sweater
over her head then quickly squirmed out of her jeans.
"C'mon, Doug, let's
get started. Why are you just standing there?"
The boy took a step closer
then stopped. He looked hesitant, unsure.
"What the fuck is
wrong with you...?" she demanded impatiently as she shed her bra and
panties. "This place is fucking great, exactly what we've been talking
They had driven down from Flemington
College after making an internet reservation on "The Pit's" website.
"An underground dungeon filled with BDSM gear...$200 for an
evening...Couples Only," the ad had read. Megan had sent the money that
Meg?" Doug asked.
She walked towards him on
her toes, naked and unembarrassed. Her long blond hair was falling over her
shoulders like a priestly shawl. Megan was the most beautiful girl in the
school, rivaled only her friend, Kate. She was used to getting what she wanted.
"Listen to me you
fucking pussy," she said, poking her finger angrily into his chest. "If
you cop out on me now, you might as well crawl into a hole and pull the dirt
back on top. I will make you a fucking laughing stock. The entire school, the
entire Northeast will know that its star running back is a fucking pussy, that
he's all talk and no cock."
There was steel in her
voice; it was the kind of command tone that any policeman in the world, man or
woman, would envy.
She turned and walked to
the anchor hanging from a chain in the middle of the room. Her ass was making a
jerking motion as she exaggerated her female walk.
"Well, lover, what do
She lifted her long leg
over the point and climbed onto the metal. Once securely seated she turned her
head back toward him and blinked her eyes like the caricature of a damsel in
"Help me, Doug-y. I
can't do this alone."
Doug shook his head then
stripped off his jacket and walked to her side.
"You sure, Meg?"
She didn't answer, just
leaned back showing him her amazing tits. He noticed that her nipples were
hard. From experience he knew that there was no backing away one that happened.
The anchor was a
traditional ship's anchor that had been modified by The Pit's owner. It had
leather straps everywhere and two leather-padded shackles hanging from the
spear tips at its ends.
"This thing is cool,
honey," she said in a sexy voice. "C'mon, we always said we wanted to
try this stuff. Now's our chance. Let's have fun. Do me...start with my
Doug knelt down and lifted
her bare foot up to the shackle then wrapped it around her ankle. He held it in
place with his knee as he buckled it.
she whispered. "I want to feel it holding me. I want to know that there's
no escape from this thing...from you."
He looked at her with his mouth
open then knelt down again and pulled the belt another two notches.
"Good. Now the
Doug moved to the other leg
and shackled it the same way. He paused to run his hand along her smooth calf
then over her thigh.
"Uh huh. That feels
good, but that's for later. Do my hands now."
Obediently, Doug stood up
and examined the leather straps on the shaft above her head. There were two of
them, one above the other, riveted smoothly to the thick metal. Gently, he took
her left wrist and held it in place inside then adjusted the belt, taking care
this time to make it as tight as possible. Quickly, he grabbed the other and
did the same then stepped back suddenly as if frightened.
Megan looked incredible
with her legs held open and her arms raised. Her perky breasts seemed even more
pointed as the flowed smoothly from her underarms, her nipples were red and harder
than he had ever seen, her toes were pointed as if she was trying to make
herself longer and more beautiful.
"What...what the fuck
are you doing?" Megan said, unable to turn her head around far enough to
see him behind. "Get on with it. I want all of these straps on me...and
Doug pulled his shirt over
his head and walked to her front. Megan stared at his muscled chest and
shoulders, raising her eyebrows in appreciation. There was a wry grin on her
"You're getting into
it now, aren't you, Doug? Starting to feel a little randy are we? It's the
bondage. I told you, it's a turn-on. I told you."
He nodded but didn't
answer, just stepped behind and put his hand between her legs, lifting her so that
he could tighten the wide belt at her waist. It was actually a half-corset with
three belts in the back to draw her waist in as small as possible. He pulled
with all the considerable strength of his arm. She sucked in her breath, gasping
"That's too tight,
honey. I can hardly breathe. Loosen it up a little."
He ignored her as he
examined the head gear and gag.
"I said to loosen it
up," her voice had grown hard. He ignored her. "I said to loosen it,
you muscle-bound freak."
He could hear the anger and
the desperation in her voice as she struggled to breathe.
The Pit's owner had cut the
anchor at face level and welded a steel ring between the two cut ends. Each
side of the ring held a curved bar, hinged on the same side. Doug studied it.
After a few seconds, he closed the bar in the back, securing it with a small
clasp. It fit snugly behind her head at the back of her neck.
"Are you hard, Doug?
When this is over, I'm going to give you a reward, honey, I going to blow you
like no one has ever done before. Something to look forward to, right honey?
Her anger had disappeared. There
was now a tiny hint of...panic in her voice."
"Won't that be
She was begging him now in
her own way, pleading for him to obey, to return to their old way.
Slowly, Doug began to close
the bar in the front then stopped when it touched her lips.
"I told you
He pushed the bar inside
when she began to talk. It pushed hard against the sides of her mouth. He
closed the locking clasp and noticed that it had a screw knob for a final
tightening. He turned it a few turns. Megan eyes opened wide and she began to
Aaargh! Mmm! Pfh! Mmm!
He bent down and retrieved
her underpants then pushed them tightly into her mouth and finished screwing
down the clasp.
Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!
She tried to say something.
Her eyes were wide open and she was shaking her feet wildly to the limits of
the shackle's chain. It was obvious that she objected to the gag.
He cupped her full breasts,
pulling them against the bare skin of his chest, rubbing her nipples against
his skin. The anchor moved easily on its overhead chain. She had amazing tits,
he thought. Everyone on the football team thought they were the best in the
He moved one to the side so
he could grab the end of the tit strap then pulled hard on her nipple. Quickly,
he wrapped the strap around and tightened it hard then pulled and tightened it
again another notch. Megan eyes were rolling back in her head and her trembling
feet were making a clattering noise with the shackle chain. He carefully pulled
and strapped the other breast in place the same way. The skin was taut and had
turned a dark red. Her nipples were big and hard.
He moved to the wall and tested
a number of nipple clamps, deciding on a moderately tight pair.
"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!"
"Sussh, now, Meg. You
said you wanted the full experience...called me a pussy for not wanting to hurt
you...threatened to out me as a weakling. I just want to please you now, to
give you the Full Monte as they say."
He bent down and licked her
swollen nipples with his rough tongue then clamped them while they were still
wet. Her entire body shuddered, even her head, which was held rigid by the two bars,
seemed to pulsate with the pain. Doug hesitated for a moment until her eyes returned.
The rage in them was palpable. She was fighting him now, using every ounce of
her fierce personality to convey her hatred.
This might be their last
date, he thought. Well so be it, after this they would both have stories to
He smiled meanly and moved
to her back. There was one final strap to attach. It fell down from the center
of the anchor bottom. It was only an inch wide and perforated with small holes
its entire length. He could see the buckle used to belt the strap onto her
waist belt, but was momentarily confused by the purpose for the holes. He
looked around on the walls and spied the collection of dildos, some of them had
tiny thumb screws at their base.
He smiled in understand,
selected a tapered model with a flared end and rubbed it with the grease he
found nearby. Kneeling behind her, he removed the thumbscrew and pushed it up
against her anus.
Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!
She reacted violently to
the penetration but the straps held her solidly in place. He pushed harder,
knowing that her sphincter would soon tire. In a few seconds it was moving smoothly
into the hole. There was a pause where it flared, but once it passed that
point, it settled in tightly. He pulled the bottom strap up and fit one of the
holes into the screw then put on the thumbscrew and belted the strap. The strap
made her already hard round ass into an object of sexual arousal.
He stood up and ran his
hand along her bare shoulders and down the lines of her back. She was trembling,
vibrating with pain and... was it anticipation? It didn't matter, he thought,
they were committed now. He spied a riding crop on the wall and slipped the
loop around his wrist. The crop felt firm and flexible. This will hurt without
leaving any marks. Megan was a champion Lacrosse player and would be using the
girl's gym next week.
The thought of hurting her
sent a shiver of fear through his body then the lust returned. They were
committed, he repeated to himself. This is what she wanted, what she had
"I found this,"
he said, holding the riding crop up for her to see.
Her eyes widened. Her
expression alternated between rage and a plea for mercy. Doug wasn't moved by
either. The sight of her young body was overwhelming; her helplessness evoked
feelings in him that he had never known.
"It won't mark you too
badly," he said coldly. "I know you have practice next week."
She continued to stare at
him with wide, expressive eyes. ...Begging? Begging him to stop, to have pity on
No, no that wasn't it or at
least that wasn't all of it. She wanted him. He could feel the heat coming off
her skin; he could see the blood pumping in her nipples, her nostrils flaring. He
had seen that exact same look on her face the day she had given him a blow job
in the men's room; and later when she had looked up at him before bending over
the toilet to offer him her ass. She had watched him later in class, licking
her lips, his ejaculate still in her ass.
He began to breathe hard as
he thought about those luscious lips on his cock. He looked down.
His cock was pushing
against his belt, nearly protruding out of the top of his pants.
"Don't worry, I'm
going to fuck you, Megan. I'm going to use every hole you've got until it's
time to leave. But you're not going to come until I allow it, you hear. I want
you to ask my permission every time you come or I'll put you back on this
fucking anchor and make you wish you were never born."
Her eyes widened with each
word, pleading in a way that only a beautiful helpless woman can plead. Doug
turned the anchor and began to strike one of her cheeks. He could see the blood
rising as her skin quivered in a silent scream. He seemed to know exactly when
to shift to the other side of her ass, to her open thighs, to her breasts and
Her entire body was
vibrating, punctuated every few moments with a shudder. It was intoxicating,
addicting; the crop moved harder and faster in his hand.
He knew that he would never
be able to hold back while he unstrapped her. In a flurry of movement, he
unbelted and removed the dildo. Her ass was still moving in a kind of sustained
pucker when he pushed his cock inside. They both exploded in an orgasm that
seemed to go on and on.
After a long while, he
pulled out and sat cross-legged on the ground, awestruck and humbled by the
Doug kept his promise--Megan
asked permission each time she came that evening. Later, on the way home, she tried
but couldn't remember how many times it had been. Silently, she unzipped his
pants and put her head in his lap, resting with her lips worshiping his sore
cock for the entire trip.