As always this is a completely fictional story and the names are chosen at random. Please keep what should be a fantasy as just a fantasy. Making these kinds of things happen in real life is fraught with real danger and real consequences. Respect the limits of others and make them respect your limits as well. ALWAYS play safe! ALWAYS!
Not exactly what he had in mind! Ch.04 by Sextified © 2007 All rights reserved.
Part one - Not exactly what he had in mind!
Part two - A video reveals she'd asked for it!
Part three - What to do while waiting to heal!
and now . . .
Part four - I prove that I have control by NOT being tied up!
Uncharacteristically I woke up first. I was still tired and sore . . . but my mind was awake and alert. Keeley was breathing softly. I could feel her breasts press into my chest in an even rhythm. I could also hear my cat, Ruthy, moving around in the kitchen somewhere. I decided that my cat was responsible for the noise that had woken me up at least a full hour before my normal time.
Keeley's sleeping face looked contented and relaxed despite the late afternoon hour. It was so nice being with someone who was used to my crazy night shift schedule.
I caught myself thinking, "With someone?" Everything felt so right with her in my arms. The moment seemed timeless. It was like we had actually been living together for the entire six months I had known Keeley. Hell! This felt so good it was like we had been together for six YEARS at least! But just how many days HAD it been? I started to recount what had finally brought me to having my very own, very sexy redheaded dancer gloriously naked with me in my bed.
Shelly, Ex and Keeley had gone out on the town last Saturday night. While they were out partying and getting very drunk, I had been working an extra shift, filling in for a vacationing co-worker. When the partiers finally got back to Keeley's old apartment, Ex had quickly blindfolded Keeley and tied her up. After "warming" her up for a bit, Ex invited Shelly to have a turn with her. Shelly had plans of her own. The self-righteous, vengeful, blonde bitch drugged and tied up Ex . . . so that he was forced to watch her go brutally after Keeley's helpless body.
Shelly put Keeley through hell, all the while teasing Ex that he would be next.
And she did just that . . . after getting Keeley to agree to help her in her double revenge. The girls managed to move Ex off of the floor and tied him securely to the wrought iron bed frame. Shelly then announced that Keeley could only watch what was going to happen next. Shelly bullied Keeley into the bound position Ex had just been for the previous two hours. As Shelly let a cuffed and tied Keeley sip a drink she held out for her . . . her charge suddenly fought to free herself as she realized she was being drugged again.
The blonde then told Keeley that Ex was going to be turned over to Shelly's ex-sugar daddy. Her old man had some peculiar ideas of his own! He planned a special kind of revenge on the man who had dared to damage his "property".
Shelly forced the rest of the drugged drink down Keeley's throat and ball gagged her again. But Shelly miscalculated just how thin Keeley is . . . and just how potent the drug was . . . and Keeley blacked out and lost part of her memory of the evening.
After Shelly had finished brutalizing Ex, she kicked him off the bed and tied him up on the floor again. She did manage to get a dazed Keeley back on the bed somehow. Shelly packed all of her own belongings and set them by the door. While she was waiting for Keeley to recover a bit more from her drugged state, Shelly ransacked the apartment and took what ever cash or valuables she wanted.
Keeley finally struggled through her drugged fog to hear Shelly's final instructions. Pack your stuff. Call Sugar Daddy. Call a friend to get you out of here and someplace safe. Take a month off of dancing and figure out what you are going to do with your life. You won't have a real a choice about taking time off. It will take at least that long for the bruises I inflicted on you to heal.
"But make sure you take my magic bag of adult goodies and use them WITH someone who cares about you!" Shelly said as she was walking out the door.
I hadn't forgotten about the bag at all . . . not one bit . . . but Keeley might have. Well, obviously I was the one Keeley had called to help her. We had been more than just flirting while she danced for me at her club. I had been more than just massaging her neck, back, shoulders and legs in the VIP room between her sets, too. We had teased each other mercilessly . . . but we had actually been talking as well . . . even honestly sometimes!
That's a rare interaction between a dancer and her customer . . . but it does happen!
But for her crappy relationship with her leach of a boyfriend . . . and my own bitter divorce still crippling me emotionally . . . we would have tried to make a go of it somehow several months back. It had taken something tragic to finally bring us together. Something like the night Keeley was double crossed by the two people she lived with.
Enter me, the so called knight in shining armor. I picked up Keeley and some of her belongings after she called me. I barely got out of there without kicking the shit out of Ex myself. Once she was safely in bed at my apartment, I went back to get the rest of her stuff. I had to use a truck I borrowed from the company I worked for. Ex was long gone by then and there was no sign of how he had gotten out of there. It took me almost all of Sunday and late into the evening to get her stuff into a storage unit.
On my last trip I also took all of Ex's recording equipment AND all of the tapes he had secretly made of women over the years. Glancing through some of the tapes . . . they looked highly illegal to me. The women looking very drugged, as if he had taken advantage of them against their will. I made a copy of the Saturday night's episode onto a spare VHS tape I found. The tapes I took home with me but the expensive equipment I just dumped into the storage unit for the time being.
So it was very late Sunday evening by the time I got back to my apartment. Keeley and I finally talked for a while. She let me examine her closely to make sure the damage those two had done to her wasn't permanent. That's was VERY hard for me to do. To see someone you care for hurt that badly . . . and to be so intimate but unable to do anything more than just comfort them . . . is something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. Well, maybe I would on Ex! ;)
So we finally got some sleep . . . ironically spooning together naked in my bed . . . and both of us just too damn tired and sore to do anything other than sleep.
Monday afternoon we woke up just before my first night shift of the week. Some of Keeley's normal spirit seemed to have returned. I had an interesting time with her in the shower . . . but other than a bit of mutual groping . . . nothing sexual happened. Already exhausted I went to work and staggered back home after a grueling twelve hour long shift.
When I got home, Keeley and I talked more about what we both needed to do next. We decided to make a go of it, but we both realized it would be a long time before things were ever "normal" in our relationship. Whatever "normal" means these days.
Keeley also broke down and realized that she needed to watch the tape of her attack. She wasn't going to be able to move forward until she learned exactly what had happened to her. For two hours she had completely blacked out and remembered nothing. I wasn't going to be able to help her as much as I needed to . . . unless I saw the tape as well. Tough, tough, tough thing to have to do. Especially if we both admitted to each other beforehand that we might actually get turned on seeing some of the scenes on the tape.
Keeley and I both got aroused at times . . . if at different parts occasionally. We also were very disturbed at what happened . . . and with ourselves. I can't really explain my feelings while watching it. I do know that by watching it together . . . we grew closer together in some strange way.
Keeley was extremely surprised that for most of the two hours she'd blacked out, she was actually a VERY willing participant. Shelly had promised Keeley that whatever she allowed her to do to her sexy little dancer's body . . . Shelly would do the same to Ex's body in revenge.
Ex had tied up Shelly at a hotel room two months earlier and had his way with her. He had fucked her everywhere as hard as he could and bruised her so badly that Shelly had to quit dancing for weeks and weeks.
Ex had also purposefully made it so indisputably obvious what had happened to her that Shelly lost her meal ticket. An older man that kept Shelly in the style she had grown VERY accustomed to. When her sugar daddy cut her off without a dime, Shelly had come to stay with Keeley and Ex. Poor Keeley thought she was doing her coworker a favor! All she had really done was invite another person into her home that was just waiting to abuse her.
Shelly was a very manipulative BITCH . . . and proud of it to! The thing that surprised me most on the tape was that Shelly had known that the attack was being recorded. I got the shock of my life when she waved at the camera and mouthed my name at the lens. Shelly knew in advance that Keeley would call me and that I would gladly take her in.
The phone call she gave me later that first day . . . just "checking in" on Keeley . . . should have tipped me off sooner.
After Keeley and I watched the tape, we went to bed and talked about our reactions to it. Despite my somewhat weak protests, Keeley insisted that she wanted to at least explore my body as thoroughly as I had explored hers the night before. "It's only fair, right?"
That led to our first encounter . . of sorts. She explored my body . . . well, mainly my cock. She learned a few of its idiosynchrocies. It was quite a bit bigger than Ex's. But she knew that already when she had rubbed her body against it while dancing for me. I loved it when she slid the full length of her long smooth legs against my shaft during a dance at the club. Even with me being fully clothed, it had been a struggle for me not to come right there in the VIP room.
She also found out that my cock liked to be squeezed, even as hard as she possibly could sometimes. It was amazingly flexible at it's root even when fully erect. I had moaned in pleasure when she pushed it from side to side at extreme angles while she was jacking me off. She did find its Achilles heel though . . . can a cock have a heel? I know it can be attached to one!
The head of my erect penis was so overly sensitive that it brought a sensation so like pain that I could never stand it even being touched lightly!
