Keys in hand, she approached her apartment door and fumbled with the lock. Two more failed attempts at inserting the key only frustrated her. She was so tired. She didn’t need this tonight. She sighed deeply and rested her forehead against the door to steady her as she tried once again to focus on the damn lock.
Kim was a 25 year-old college grad student. It was almost midnight , and she had been working at the restaurant since early that evening. She was wearing a short, tight, denim skirt and the restaurant uniform shirt, a t-shirt really, that rose just high enough in the front to reveal her tight, tanned belly. She'd been working at the bar/restaurant for the past three years as she moved on through college.
As she leaned forward against the door, her weight caused it to open and
she stumbled forward into the room. She caught her balance and
instinctively reached over to turn on the lights. Somewhere in the
cobweb clouded recesses of her mind she connected to the fact that the
door had been unlocked!. The lights she had turned on before
leaving were now off. It was too late for that recollection to do her
any good however, because as she reached for the light switch, her hand
met another hand covering it.
She sucked her breath in deeply, preparing for a scream when another
hand roughly covered her mouth, cutting off any attempt at a shriek.
Eyes wide and panicked, yet seeing nothing in the dark, she began to
struggle for the still open doorway.
"Don't move!" a somewhat muffled male voice growled low from behind her.
Her heart pounded so hard in her chest, she thought it might burst. The man holding her used his free arm to wrap around her in a tight hug, twisting them around until he could use his back to push the door closed.
"Hold her tight and keep her mouth covered, dude! Don't let her make any noise," she heard another voice say in a deep whisper.
"Another man! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! There was another man in the room!" she thought. A million thoughts went scrambling through her mind, "What are they going to do? Rob me? Rape me? Kill me?"
"I've got her," she heard the man holding her reply. His voice sounded somewhat familiar.
She was helpless. They had her. They had her for whatever they wanted to do to her. There was no way she was going to be able to stop them.
Just then, the man holding her from behind whispered softly in her ear,
" Montana ." It was her boyfriend John and he was using their code word
for role playing. They had tied each other up before, and he always insisted on having the code word for safety.
They had discussed this fantasy weeks earlier. She had seen a movie where a woman had been held captive in her apartment, a literal sex slave for two men. She told him how surprised she had been when she had felt herself becoming aroused while
watching it. At the time, he hadn't really responded much so she had just
let it go. Obviously, he hadn't forgotten, because now he was carrying out her fantasy.
She almost collapsed to the floor with relief. At least now she knew she was safe. She relaxed in his arms and her mind now went to wondering just how far this was going to go. She frantically looked around to try and see the other man. She twisted and squirmed, only to be denied.
"I told you to hold still!" she heard John growl.
She stood still, frantically breathing in and out of her nose, his hand covering her mouth keeping her from talking.
"Get her eyes covered before she sees us," John told the other man.
She heard the other man grunting, struggling with something and then she heard the ripping of cloth. She felt what she assumed was part of a sheet wrapped and tied around her head, covering her eyes.
She stood there, held by John, wondering where this little drama was going to go. Her senses were on overload. Blindfolded, she was now listening to everything, trying to determine what they would do to her next.
The lights were turned on. A moment later the television blared on.
"Turn it up a little louder," John told the other guy. She heard him change it to a music station and turned up the volume.
She could sense the other man walking over to her and stopping right next to her.
"Hot little thing, isn't she?" She heard John ask the other man.
"Yeah," the stranger said, "you think we got time?"
"There's always time, dude," John replied, "Grab her feet and help me take her over there."
She felt hands reaching under her body, and then she was picked up and
carried across the room. He dropped her feet down and she was pushed forward
until she felt something soft against her belly. After a moment, she
recognized it as the back of the sofa. They pushed her forward until
she was leaning slightly over the sofa. She put her hands out to catch
herself. She got balanced, her elbows into the back of the sofa
cushions and her hands on the seat cushions.
"Here, use this cord," she heard John tell the other man, "You know what
She felt her hands tugged forward as the cord was tied around each wrist. She followed the sound of the footsteps as he walked back around behind her. A rope or cord was tied around each of her ankles. They then ran the cord underneath the sofa and completed the task. Each ankle was now tied to one of her wrists. She was bent over the back of the sofa and tied so that any struggling would be pointless. If she moved her feet, the rope would pull tight on her wrists. If she moved her hands, the rope would pull tight on her ankles. She didn’t know what was about to happen, but she knew one thing for sure, she was helpless. They had her, and now it looked they were really going to have her.
She heard John say, "Now, we're going to do whatever we want to you. Do not scream out. Even if you do, it will get drowned out by the television. Don't try and get away and you'll be fine."
She nodded her head up and down to show them that she understood.
Then, she heard him whisper softly again, " Montana ." She knew she was safe, but she had no idea of what was about to happen.
They pushed her skirt upward until it was practically on her back. She felt strong hands pulling hard on her panties almost pulling her whole body sideways. The material finally gave way with a ripping sound. What was left of her panties was pushed down to her left ankle. Then her shirt was pushed up and over her head until it landed at her tied wrists. Her bra was undone and met the same fate as her shirt. She was basically naked. Naked and tied up, bent over the sofa with two men in the room. One of them, as far as she knew was a total stranger.
"I bet they're both staring at my ass," she thought to herself. "Oh my
God, they can see my pussy from this angle."
Her pussy was on fire. She was so wet she was practically dripping. Her
lover was so good; he really knew how to take care of her. Her nipples
grew tight and erect as they brushed against the sofa cushion. John was
doing everything that she had fantasized about and more.
Behind her she heard the delicious sound of a zipper being drawn down.
Hands pushed her thighs apart. Reaching up to her pussy, the hand felt the
"Damn, man. This bitch is wet! Are you getting excited by this, woman?"
She heard John, now standing in front of her chuckling.
The man behind her stepped closer and she could feel the heat from his
thighs as he moved in behind her. A second later, she felt the hot skin
against hers as his cock pushed against her, searching for an entrance.
"Oh my God!" she thought, "It’s really going to happen." Getting into
the role, she squirmed a little, pretending to try and escape the
approaching cock, but as it pushed against the outer lips of her pussy,
she found herself standing up on her tiptoes, allowing him better
access. His hot cock pushed against her wet pussy lips and he gave a
"Mmmmnnph!" she moaned as he slid himself deep inside of her.
"Ohhhhhh, I can't believe this," she thought to herself as the man
plunged into her. "I'm being fucked by a strange man, and my boyfriend
is watching it happen."
She moaned again as he leaned forward on her back, reaching around to
cup her breasts roughly. Taking her moan as encouragement, he pinched
her nipples hard and began pounding into her, slamming her pelvis into
the back of the sofa.
Never before had she felt such feelings. They started deep within inside
of her. The hot cock plunging into her was sending tremors throughout
her body. She was so wet that she could feel the moisture beginning to
slide down her inner thighs.
"Ohhhhh, give it me," she moaned to the man behind her. "Fuck me, fuck
me, fuck me!" She arched up on the very tips of her toes to let him go
"I can't just sit here watching this," John said in front of her.
Again, she heard the sound of a zipper being drawn down. Seconds later
she felt a hot cock against her lips. Pre-cum moistened her lips in the
seconds before some hidden instinct deep inside of her caused her to
open her mouth to accept his cock.
Two cocks, hot and throbbing. One in her pussy and one in her mouth.
She came. She came hard. As her pussy clenched and creamed around the
cock inside of her, she felt him stop suddenly. He gave one last hard
pounding thrust and came, shooting hot spurts into her. She felt it
deep inside of her, and her whole body shook in spasms as another
orgasm ripped through her.
She was careful not to hurt the cock in her mouth as she came. He
wouldn't last long, she knew. Now that the cock in her pussy was no
longer slamming into her, she could focus on the cock in her mouth. She
began to move her tongue around it. Her wet lips sucked him as he slid
in and out, back and forth.
Seconds later John shot his cum deep down her throat. She had never let
him do that to her before, but now she couldn't stop him if she wanted
to. She nearly gagged, swallowing as much as she could. He trembled
and pushed tight against her as if to shove it all the way down her
throat, and then he pulled out.
The man behind her slid out of her with a wet sucking sound.
She slowly caught her breath, still feeling the effects of a few mini
orgasms rippling through her abdomen.
"Damn, woman," the voice behind her said, "you're fucking hot."
Kim, still blindfolded and tied to the sofa, fell against the sofa,
trying to catch her breath.
"So what do we do with her now?" the one that had just taken her from
"You go ahead and go," the other one said, "I'll take care of her and
clean everything up."
"You were a great fuck," she heard the man say. He slapped her on the ass then turned and walked out the door. She never got to see him.
Still blindfolded, she heard John walk to the door and twist the deadbolt. Then she heard him walk up behind her.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "seeing you tied like that, and
knowing how you just fucked him has got me so hard already. I'm going
to fuck the shit out of you."
She felt a thrill go through her as he said those words and then roughly
entered her from behind.
Her body surprised her. She felt herself responding to his thrusts. The
quivering began again and she found herself pushing back against him,
positioning her body to allow him to go deeper.
She came again. When he felt her go hot and creamy inside, he shot his
load into her as deep as he could go.
He pumped into her a few more times as his cock pulsed inside of her.
She squeezed him with her pussy, milking the cum from him.
He leaned over and untied her blindfold.
"Damn, baby. You really outdid yourself tonight," she said, gasping for
"Yeah, you were really getting into it," he replied, "was it good? Was
that what you wanted?"
"Well, you scared the shit out of me at first, but then it was the most
exciting thing I've ever done." she said.
He slid out of her and bent down to untie her from the sofa.
"You okay?" he asked as he rubbed her ankles and wrists where the
restraints had been.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Oh my gosh am I fine! But I'm curious," she asked looking up at him, "who the hell did you bring home to fuck me like that?"
"You'll just have to watch the video to find out, now won't you?" he
"You taped it?" she said. "Oh you're a really bad boy aren't you? Now,
what would your fantasy be? It's only fair that I return the favor."
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