Hi, A word of caution. If you are looking for blow by blow descriptions of sex it might be best to go to other author's stories. I like to think that the mind is our greatest sex organ. So I try to leave out the graphic details then you can use a little imagination.
Pepper and Sung and Remi and Thea
My roommate is the coolest and bravest person in the world. Pepper is an U.S. Marine. Kind of a silly name for a Marine isn't it? Well technically not anymore because now she's a freshman student here now. She insists that once a Marine always a Marine and from the way she carries herself I tend to believe her. Pepper spent two tours in Afghanistan. Unlike most veterans she doesn't mind telling war stories. So several times a month Remi and Thea and I, I'm Sung by the way, will gather in our dorm room and listen to her adventures. Beer and pizza are the major food groups at our little get-togethers. We pay and Pepper buys because in our state nineteen or twenty year olds can't buy alcohol. She gets free beer and we get entertained. Sometimes I think maybe the stories might be a bit over blown, maybe even downright lies, but they are still fun.
My tale starts when Thea's boyfriend told her he overheard some freshmen boys planning a panty raid on the Pepper and Sung dorm room. Stupid kids, panty raids were a thing of the past. Something that was a thing ages ago, who was dumb enough to try that now?
I guess some freshmen are. We knew the date and the time that their attack was planned. Sargent Pepper took command. The four of us meet in our room and prepared ourselves for that night.
They were going to show up at midnight. So we had a get together and spent our time getting ready. Their plan was to knock on the door after we had gone to bed and when we answered rush in and steal the panties they thought we would be wearing.
At eleven-thirty we turned out the lights knowing that they were watching from outside. Thinking only the two of us would be in the room but actually Remi and Thea never left. We sat around in the dark waiting for midnight.
Right on time someone was knocking on the door. Thea got behind the door. Pepper moved to a corner on the other side of the door. I was elected to go to the door and ask what was going on. Remi being the biggest and strongest of us all was waiting to the side of the door. We left the lights out so they couldn't see in to the room very well.
Trying to sound sleepy I mumbled something. A male voice said he needed some help would I please open the door. I mumbled some more and unlocked the door. I swung it open and five or six guys were standing there grinning and telling me it was panty raid. Remi moved forward and grabbed the closest guy and pulled him into the room. Thea slammed the door shut and I locked it before they could even think.
There were voices out in the hallway. But they knew if they made to much noise others would wake up and start asking and looking. Our doors are equipped with those chain things so the door can be safely opened a crack. Pepper and Remi were holding our intruder so I did the chain, opened the door and told the rest of the raiding party, "It might be best if you guys leave or I'm calling the campus police. We promise not to hurt our guest. But he will learn a lesson about unwanted behavior. So you guys just toddle on back to your caves and think about how badly you were acting."
They begged me to let Jimmy free. I insisted that Jimmy was our guest for a while. When we were done he would be set free. But until we were finished he would remain here. When I held up my phone and asked did 911 still work for the college police department they walked away, offering threats and reprisals. I laughed and called several by their names before closing the door. I wanted them to know I knew who they were.
The lights were turned on so we could exam our guest. Pepper held one arm and Remi the other. Thea moved behind him and pulled his hair so his head was pulled up. It was up to me to question him. First I made sure who it was we had. He didn't want to share that information. But his student id told me that yes we had a twenty-one year old sophomore named James P. Raymond.
"Do you wish me to call you James P. Raymond while you visit with us? Or is it ok to call you Jimmy like your departed comrades?"
"Jim...Jim...Jimmy is ok. Can I leave now? Please? I promise I'll never ever do something like this again."
Pepper whispered in his ear, "No, I think maybe you should stay with us for a little longer. You see we have a program planned and you being the main attraction if wouldn't be prudent to let you go just yet."
I asked if maybe it was time to insure his cooperation and the others agreed. We had stopped at a sex shop and purchased a pair of handcuffs with bright pink padding. I dangled them in front of his face and told him how sorry I was that we didn't have a more manly color but was it ok if we used these?
His face turned a bright red as he realized that this may not turn out good for himself. He begged some more for his freedom. Pepper whispered in his ear one more time, "Even the Taliban didn't beg when we captured one. They were misguided but brave. I would hope that you might man up and except that for a while you are going to be doing what we want and when we want it."
Thea couldn't help but join in, "Well James, are you a worm or a sniveling man?" and then we all laughed at her choice of words. "I guess it doesn't matter does it? You are here and so are we. Are you ready for this to begin?"
His arms were forced back and the cuffs applied snuggly. I had to ask, "Where do we begin, maybe his shoes and socks? Or should we do his shirt first?"
A quick vote and it was shoes and socks. He protested and begged. I think he knew what was coming. If it was shoes and socks or shirt first what would be last? He struggled. Thea warned him if he made to much noise someone might call 911. He kept his protests up but without hollering. I was surprised. If I was forced down on my back and someone was sitting on my legs while another person was pulling my trainers and socks off there was no way I wouldn't be screaming my head off. But maybe the choice between 911 and no socks was not a hard one to make?
Our defeated panty thief was tall, over six feet, and skinny as a rail. I suppose he could be a runner but that would be all. When his shirt came off he was all skin and bone. Oh yes...his shirt was unbuttoned but when we realized the handcuffs prevented taking it off the normal way was impossible a scissors did the trick. Of course that brought on another round of pleas. "No please don't cut my shirt. Please don't." We did it anyway even after he promised to take it off and not try to escape.
