Jessica's body was soaked with sweat. Her freshly high-lit hair was already damp and she wasn't sure her thick mascara wouldn't start running down her cheeks. It was one of those 'sticky' days, as she always thought of them. Hot and humid without a cloud in the sky. The kind of day where a white tank top and her Daisy Dukes were the only option. Forget the bra and panties, she knew they'd be coming off soon anyway.
She sat on a shabby, second hand couch in the middle of nowhere staring at the cracked tile floor of Jack's one room shack, hoping a roach didn't decide to join her. Her eyes fixed on the small, dirty mattress in the corner.
"This better end soon," she thought. "It's bad enough I have to fuck this guy, he could at least get some air conditioning." "How could this sad sack of shit afford to lend me that money when he lives in a dump like this?"
The abrupt arrival of his voice nearly surprised her out of seat. "I don't actually live here, it's just a fuck pad," he stated rather calmly, as if he'd said it a hundred times before.
"He must have seen the look on my face," she thought, "I better start playing my part." She forced herself into an absent minded calm and smiled at him seductively, almost submissively. He was carrying two popsicles that looked homemade.
"What's that?", she asked with a giggle.
He ran his eyes over her body, blatantly pausing on her erect nipples. "Popsicles silly, you looked a little hot."
She looked down and realized her sweat soaked breasts were in full view through her now see-thru tank top. She knew this was her opportunity to get things over with and began to pull it off.
"Whoa," he laughed. "Slow down sweetie, we've got all night." "Here, eat your popsicle and we'll talk about your little situation." He stuck out his hand as a 'trust me' smile crept across his middle-aged face. She studied it for the first time and decided things could be worse. He was about as average as the come, if just a little homely. And he wasn't exactly in shape, but at least he wasn't dirty and overweight.
Jessica sighed, accepted her 'gift' and thought, "What the hell is there to talk about?" "I know what happens when girls owe this creep money, everybody does, that's why he only lends it to hotties like me."
Jack slumped back in a torn leather recliner across the room and eyed her with an eerie lack of lust. Jessica decide to kick it into high gear and began fellating her icy treat. She started by slowly running it over her bright red pouty lips. Then she seductively tongued it while slowly lifting her eyes and shooting her best 'fuck me' look at him. It actually didn't taste that bad at first, like cherry Kool-Aid. She sucked it slowly into her mouth, letting out a slow moan. She pushed it at the inside of her cheek, making her face bulge slightly. Her gaze intensified as she slowly withdrew it, then made an exaggerated popping noise as it exited her warm mouth. Then she rhythmically pistoned it between her lips a few times before noticing that the heat from the air combined with her playfulness was making it melt faster than it should.
When the coolness began to pass from her lips down to her belly and spread throughout her petite, yet voluptuous body, she noticed an odd salty aftertaste. This brought her out of her tease and left her with a quizzical look.
"What did you use to make this?", she asked.
"Cherry Kool-Aid," he shrugged.
She raised a skeptical eyebrow, looked back at the deformed popsicle and gingerly put it back in her mouth. Just as she began to suck on it, waiting to see if the saltiness could just be either her own sweat or imagination, he smiled an evil smile and said, "And my cum."
Her body froze. Her eyes grew wide and, with the popsicle still in her now gaping mouth, all she could think to do is stare at him, hoping he'd laugh and tell her it was a joke. It wasn't. He made her this special treat days ago, jacking off five times into the little plastic popsicle mold and mixing it with some cherry Kool-Aid. What he didn't tell her, and what was now making his cock try to stretch through his jeans, was what else he added to the mix.
Jessica felt her face flush and her body actually get hotter than it already was. She whipped the 'cumsicle' at his head and jolted up from the couch. But before she could decide whether to run out of the house or beat him senseless, she felt her knees go weak and fell to the floor at his feet. She tried to push herself up, but her arms gave out as well. She lay on her side on the dingy floor, barely finding enough strength to roll her head back and look up at him.
He lazily rose out of his chair and kneeled next to her. He put a hand on her forehead and lifted one of her eyelids with his thumb, examining her like a doctor. His sudden triumphant laugh frightened her to her very core. She'd never felt more helpless or confused. Though she was perfectly conscious, she had absolutely no control over her body.
Jack put his grinning mouth next to her ear, "I slipped you a roofie baby!" "Don't worry, you'll be asleep soon, and debt free before you know it."
Jessica's eyes opened slowly, almost by themselves. The first thing she saw was the chipped paint of a dirty white wall. It took a few seconds, and a slight rush of blood to realize her head was upside down. She blinked a few times and felt a cool night air pass over her naked body.
"Why am I naked?", she thought. "Where am I?"
She tried to lift her head, but it felt something pull at her hair. She also suddenly realized that her legs were spread and somehow lifted into the air, though no one was holding them. Her body began to tremble as she noticed the only things touching her were some sort of padding around her neck, a rope around her waist binding her wrists behind her back, and a leather strap around each ankle. Her bewildered mind began to race, knowing she'd never been this exposed while also not knowing how she ended up this way. While definitely scared, she somehow felt sexy, even a little turned on. She also realized that nothing was beneath her. The odd sensation of being suspended had begun to sink in when she heard footsteps and a door slamming shut.
"H-h-hello?", she stammered. Silence. "Where am I?" "Jack?"
"That's right cutie," he said with a fatherly air. She saw a bright flash and heard the distinct sound of an instant camera.
He was quickly standing at her side, smiling down at her like a pet. All she could see was his face and slightly hairy chest, yet something told her he was naked. That thought was confirmed when she felt what could only be the head of an engorged cock lightly brush her shoulder.
He held a picture in front of her eyes. She almost didn't recognize herself. There was a foam collar around her neck connected to the floor by a thin piece of rope. A long piece of leather was running from each side of it to her ankles, spreading her legs and pulling them back. She was hovering about three inches above the dirty little mattress she saw earlier. The rope around her waist was attached to a ring in the ceiling. Additional ropes from her ankles also extended to two more rings. And her long hair was loosely fastened to a hook in the floor.
Her mind suddenly felt as though it was being being ripped in two. One side was thinking only of escape, the other of being ravaged. Her surprisingly wet pussy began to tingle. She tried again to move her head and failed. "What's going on?" "What did you do to me?"
"Nothing," he said with amusement. "Yet."
She couldn't think of a worse thing to hear. "Yet?", she wondered. "What was he waiting for?" "What was he planning?" "Why'd he do this?"
"You don't have to," she meekly uttered.
"I don't have to what?"
