i need a man to fulfill my fantasy of kidnapping me and then tying me up and play raping me till i cum even use me as there breeding machine if they want. mmmmmmmm sound like fun guys. kinky nancy
i need a man to fulfill my fantasy of kidnapping me and then tying me up and play raping me till i cum even use me as there breeding machine if they want. mmmmmmmm sound like fun guys. kinky nancy
Kinkynancy...if you are looking for a dom please post a personal in the Personals Forums. This is for role playing.
Just wanted to say welcome to the forums. Let us know if your fantasy comes true, won;t you?Originally Posted by kinkynancy
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Well, Nancy, a girl like you surely deserves the harshest treatment mmmmm.
i think many of us have that fantasy dont we ?
I know i certainly do, and intend to do a controlled version of it as soon as i can![]()
Women's fashion is a subtle form of bondage. It's men's way of binding them. We put them in these tight, high-heeled shoes, we make them wear these tight clothes and we say they look sexy. But they're actually tied up. "
David Duchovny"
Do tell us about it then, won't you?Originally Posted by Avralivia
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Originally Posted by Avralivia
I CERTAINLY do tooooooooooo!
I'm close. Tell me when.Originally Posted by wkcbitch
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Originally Posted by Warbaby1943
I dont have kids on Friday nights.........
Damn. I'm not allowed out at night.Originally Posted by wkcbitch
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i know i do.... and i would like to be bred and kept high on coke while dozens of men abuse me and use me to dump their cum into all mu holes! mmmmmm
One minute you were having a quiet stroll...
The Next...
Bundled into the back of a van, you struggle valiantly but uselessly against the ropes which tightly bind you, as I push the ball-gag into your pretty little mouth, which I tell you is really only good for one thing.
Cutting open your clothes and tearing them off, you are soon reduced to a torn t-shirt and panties. You continue to squirm helplessly, making my cock harden.
You hear me speaking through my mobile, saying about "coke" as your eyes widen, your pretty face highlighted by the bright red ball-gag.
I grab you and slip a collar around your neck, "Karla" it says on it, as the van arrives at a remote farmyard...
BTW Collar could also have "Nancy" on it, or perhaps more than one van has arrived at the farm?![]()
Hmmm,wonder why this thread died off last summer.The farm is large and can accomodate many vans without a problem.That is good because there are quite a few cars and trucks parked around the yard of the farmhouse indicating a large crowd.
Inside one of the barns,the crowd of men are waiting impatiently,sitting,talking laughing and swapping stories of past adventures here on the farm.One of the men looks out towards the farmhouse and announces in a loud voice,the words they have all been waiting for 'The vans are arriving!" The men drift towards the doors,jockeying for the best position in order to view the new arrivals as they are brought in from the vans.........
Fear Not The Monster In The Closet,For if He Emerges
The Thing Under The Bed Will Get Him!
Ashley Walker, an athletic young woman captured sweaty and a little dirty in her soccer uniform after practice, was gagged and tied up in the back of one of the vans. Her finely muscled legs strained against the ropes which bound her calves as she moaned pitifully into her gag, hoping for mercy as she felt the van come to a stop.
As the van containing the well secured Ashley pulls to a stop in large yard of the farmhouse,a group of men step down from the front porch of the farmhouse.Leading this group of a dozen men is a tall,well muscled man that all the others address only as "Boss". Boss walks to the back doors of the van containing Ashley and cautiously opens the left hand door,then peeks inside
to insure Ashley is still well secured.Noting her soccer outfit and sweaty appearence,Boss says with an almost gleeful expression"Well gentlemen,looks like we have us another female athlete." he pauses as Ashley squirms and struggles against the expertly tied ropes,then continues "You all remember that tall female runner that almost got away last month.Well this time that better not happen."
The Boss points to the three men closest to him and says "All three of you take her to the house and get her ready for the grand entrance.Instead of the usual handcuffs,collar and leash,this one I want secured with an armbinder and let's
use those ankle shackles with the very short chain.Now just as an extra precaution,so you guys arent spending half the night chasing this one all over Hell's half acre,lets use that extra set of shackles secured just above her knees.Then I want her collared with three leashes attached with one of you
holding one of the leashes behind her." One of the thre asks "Boss,you want us to wash her down while we are getting her ready,she's covered in sweat?"
Bos chuckles and says "No need for that,a few minutes after we bring her and the others onto the barn she'll just be sweaty all over again." This brings a knowing laugh from the group of men as they watch the three men grab Ashley and pull her from the van.
Fear Not The Monster In The Closet,For if He Emerges
The Thing Under The Bed Will Get Him!
Ashley flails wildly as she men take hold of her and carry her from the van. She whimpers and grunts in protest beneath her tight gag, trying to beg, plead, demand, whine, say anything and everything she can think of to get out of this. Her sticky, sweaty skin almost crawls at their touch, goosebumps moving up her bare, muscular arms and legs. She closes her eyes tightly and begins to cry quietly as she waits for the men to carry out their orders.
oh ....
the opening of Sir's writing turns me on...
that sounds like fun
"Wait!" Ashley screams as the first handler starts to cut her small shorts. "I need those. I'll still need those when this is over. They're really hard to replace. Just let me strip and fold my clothes up. I promise not to try anything. I'm not stupid. There's two of you and I'm in this locked room. It isn't much to ask, is it, considering? You've kidnapped me. You or someone is going to rape me in the barn. Just let me take off my own clothes first? It's such a little thing to you but it'll be a big hassle for me when this is over."
As Ashley's clothes were cut off, her tan lines were clearly revealed. They weren't clear lines like one would see on a girl used to bathing suits. It was sort of a gradual shift from her fair, white buttocks to her tanned, dark, muscled leg, showing where the shorts sometimes road up, exposing her thighs to more sun than her tush.
"Just let me stretch my arms first." Ashley says, straining against the stocks in which her head is firmly positioned as the men move to bind her arms, forcing the powerful limbs together from the elbows down. "Ow! That hurts! Oh, shit. Oh, shit..."
"At least get me a glass of water." Ashley says, her last request before she goes silent and waits to be releashed from the stocks, naked in collar, shinguards, socks and cleats and marched around. However, just as the men move to move her, she asks a simple question. "Why me?"
The senior of the three handlers walks over to Ashley and holds a sports bottle up to her mouth ordering her to open her mouth if she wants water.Ashley immediately opens her mouth and the handler begins to squeeze the sports bottle.While Ashley is being given the water the senior handler says”Boss should be by in a few minutes, as he always likes to look over things before we start moving to the barn.
You can ask him “why me” when he comes in here.If he is feeling generous,he may just answer that for you.”
The senior handler allows Ashley a few more squirts of water,with a too generous squirt spilling from her mouth and traveling downwards
between her unprotected breasts.Ahley instinctly starts to wipe away the water ,but the unyielding grip of the multistrap armbinder prevents this.Noting the look of frustration on Ashley’s face the senior handler,putting away the sports bottle says”Lets walk you around some more, as you still don’t have quite the hang of taking those half steps.” Ashley,face reddening visibly with anger and frustration at her
restraints, begins taking careful half steps as she tries to balance her
pace between taking as big a step as possible without the series of chains ,running between her ankles and knees ,almost causing her to stumble.
Once Ashley finds her pace with the ankle and knee restraints,her whole body flushes an even deeper red as the second handler approaches with a long,flexible metal rod and instructs “That’s it,you have got the pace down.Now,lean forward slightly and hold that ass out as you walk.” Ashley gives the second handler a look that could kill,but undaunted the handler taps Ashley’s ass with the metal rod
and says “ Come on,you know how to do it,hold that ass out.” The handler taps Ashley’s ass a bit harder and she extends her ass out in compliance with his instructions.”Now,keep your back straight but lean forward slightly” the handler instructs “Now start walking.That’s it,oh yes, those tits are swaying very nicely” he comments as the other two handlers look on Ashley’s new posture with looks of appreciation.
Ashley spends several more minutes,walking in circles around the chamber like room and her anger is rekindled each time the handler
taps her with the rod and has her correct her posture.Her humiliation
approaches the boiling point several times as she hears the handlers
discussing her body among themselves ,as she makes her way around the chamber.
Her heart skips a beat as she hears the door to the chamber being unlocked,and she looks towards the door,hoping in the back of her mind that it is a rescuer.Her hopes are quickly dashed as Boss enters the chamber and looks Ashley over carefully.One of the handlers says
“Boss,she is asking “why me?” Boss sighs and says ‘Well,don’t they all?” The handlers all laugh and nod in agreement as Boss turns to Ashley and says “Why me.hmmm as if you didn’t know.I am just willing to bet ,you know full well how you wound up here.”
Fear Not The Monster In The Closet,For if He Emerges
The Thing Under The Bed Will Get Him!
Boss looks over the clipboard he brought in tucked under his arm,with senior handler looking over his shoulder,Boss loos back at the senior handler and says "see?" The senior handler nods knowingly and says "Tease of the year,this one."
Looking up at Ashley Boss says 'Lady,we have gotten numerous reports about you from allsorts of folks.I have seen my share of teases in my time,but if even half of these reports are true,then you may well could win the Tease of All time award!" Boss notices Ashley's wide eyed look of horror as she comprehends what he has just told her.Bos continues "Lets start with those health clubs you go to,not just one club but three.Seems you always manage to show up in some low cut spandex oufit and then love to play that
"Hey look at these, boys game and then go running off to the manager's office all pissed off when they do look." He says with a stern look as Ashley struggles against her armbinder "Well missy,all those men in the barn will now get a full view,which I am sure you will just hate,because you can't dangle them
around and then go running off."
Boss looks at his clipboard again and says "Well,Well ,also how many times have you been seen flashing then.Apparently ,you have gotten to be quite the regular doing that and some of your flashees got your tag number.You ought to know flashing truck drivers at red lights is a very,very bad game to play."
"Then" Boss continues "We have quite a few reports of the clubs you visit where you sit there and let guys buy you drinks,all the while purring all sorts of promises of one sort or another.Then,just before closing time you go right past the Ladie Room and out the backdoor to the parking lot." Boss continues 'Well as you will see there is no back door here!"
Fear Not The Monster In The Closet,For if He Emerges
The Thing Under The Bed Will Get Him!
Ashley was shaking with fear and humiliation now. Her athletic legs, which her captors had worried enough about to bind again and again, were wobbling like rubber. Her face was bright red. She grimaced as the rod was used to correct her posture, presenting her full womanly breasts and ass. "Oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit. This isn't happening. This isn't real." she muttered to herself as she was paraded around the preparation room in bonds, socks, cleats and shinguards. She sure wished she had something to guard the other parts of her anatomy!
"How the...I mean...reports from who? How many girls are here and...and...well..you'd better by me a new uniform when you're done with me!" Ashley was really just hoping she'd ever be released. She was traumatized by her capture, her humiliation and her impending rape. But the destruction of her clothes gave her something to wrap her mind around, something small that she could deal with and talk about as she awaited her time in the barn.
I think we definately all have that one?? Have to add from my mind leather gloves! smell, touch great when blinfolded!!
Thankyou - I'm currently adding a 'kidnapping to a story that I am writing, she is blindfolded throughout and is led to believe may things about her environment even though in reality she has not left her own room (she was knocked out with drugs)
"Have you had any choice so far Bitch? You're like every other cock tease. Showing her shit and then leaving the men hanging. Oh, you'll take the drinks and smile a little smile and show a little more leg or tit, but in the end you're just a cock tease. Now you'll be a gang banged whore. I love it when you bitches whine and beg."
Ashley couldn't believe what she was hearing. This couldn't be happening. This had to be a nightmare. She was a flirt but this couldn't be happening. She won the game. She told the other she would meet them at the bar for celebratory drinks. HOw the hell had happened?
Ashley was pulled back from her thoughts as the man tripped her and she fell to the floor. It was a dirt floor and the dirt clung to her sweaty breasts.
"Damn you're a clumsy dirty bitch." The man pulled her to her knees by her throat. She couldn't breathe and gasped for breath when he let go. She had barely taken a breath when he rammed his thick cock down her throat. He gave her no tiome to beg or plead. She was afraid. Again she couldn't breathe. He held her tightly by her hair and kept shoving her face closer, further down his cock.
There is no set path.
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