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Subject: {ASSM} Natalie Part 5 - 3  (F/m, F+/m, femdom, blackmail, college, bondage, reluctant, NC, torture, humiliation)
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There was the whirring of a blender and the sink was running.  He heard
silverware spilling around and could smell something cooking.  It
smelled sweet, like a cake or maybe a pie?  The kitchen was directly in
front of him, hidden by two swinging doors and a wall.  He heard an ice
machine chugging out cubes and then the doors swung open.  It was Mai,
she was wearing a cooking apron covered in whipped cream, sprinkles,
and other messy stuff.  He couldn't tell if she was wearing any
clothes at all underneath it, and he immediately became hard at the
thought that she would be cooking naked, her tanned toned body so
accessible under the apron.  She was carrying two large pitchers of
drinks, margaritas and screwdrivers it looked to be.  Was this going to
be some sort of party?  He didn't like the implications, especially
being bent over the table, vulnerable to whatever or whoever would be
behind him.

"Well well well, our sleeping donkey is awake!" Mai giggled and set
the pitchers down on the table, right near his head.  He wanted to say
something, to scream, to yell, but the tape wouldn't let him make a
sound.  He  muffled a whimper.  She ruffled his hair and went back into
the kitchen, the bow of the apron tied squarely above her black lace
thong.

"God, a thong and an apron, and that's it?  Oh Jesus, I hope
Natalie is wearing the same thing, oh god please please please" his
thoughts were running wild in his head.  He didn't even think about
being bound anymore.  The thought of Natalie's perfect breasts
pressing against the apron, her legs long and lean, her flat tummy.  Oh
he was beyond aroused, he was already panting with desire.

More noises from the kitchen and then both girls came bursting out
carrying large trays full of plates, silverware, glasses, napkins,
pies, chips hats, streamers, and all sorts of other stuff.

"Hi Jackass!" Natalie smiled and called out to him as he looked at
her, his eyes rolling in his head as he swallowed and tried to believe
what he saw in front of him.

Natalie was wearing an apron as well.  It was white, tied behind her
neck, and scooped out on the sides and it came down to her waist.  From
there, a tie around her tight, flat belly held it to her while the rest
of the apron covered the tops of her thighs.  She was wearing cute,
white, 4" heels.  Her legs looked like they went on forever.  Her
chest was not only spilling out of the sides of the apron, but also
escaping out of the top as well.  Her tan skin looked perfect next to
the white apron.  She was smiling at him, a playful smile which made
him melt.  Oh he loved her and wanted her so badly.  He had forgotten
all about the enemas, the cattle prod, the collar, the abuse, the
humiliation... all he saw was the most gorgeous woman imaginable in
front of him, walking towards him, talking to him.  His mind was
beginning to bend to her will, and he was quickly losing perspective.
Like a frog in warm water, as she turned up the heat he never felt the
need to jump out of the pan...

His hard-on was already leaking pre-cum, and his desperation caused him
to rub it on the table, trying to get any stimulation whatsoever.  He
was quickly losing his self-control.

The girls walked right by and set their trays down in the living room
area behind him.  Natalie came back and dropped off the glasses and
cups by the pitchers.  She looked over at him and tweaked his nose.

"Oh, you are going to love what we have in store for you.  I know you
can't talk, but what would you say if I told you that Mai and I are
throwing a little day party and you are the main attraction!" Natalie
laughed and put her hands over her mouth.  "That's right,
pecker-brain, you are the reason for our party and all of the girls are
just dying to meet you!  Can you imagine what a room full of
18-year-old sorority girls would do to you?  Oh its nothing like that,
were not going to fuck you, you disgusting old perv!  I told them all
about you, how weak you are, how easy you are to manipulate, how
utterly spineless you can be, how much potential you have to really be
exploited and fucked over, oh yes, they know everything about you.  And
pretty soon, you will get to know them too!"

At that moment he felt himself rising to an orgasm.  He had been
rubbing his cock on the table as Natalie was talking down to him,
rubbing it in his face what he really was to her, and how he was going
to have a room full of girls degrading him at any moment.  He was
sexualizing everything she was telling him without even realizing it.
Before he was able to orgasm, he felt a hand behind him take a full
grip on his balls and squeeze hard.  His erection immediately softened,
and he let out a howl of both pain and frustration.

"Oh now, you pathetic, limp-wristed jerkyboy, we were not about to
let you orgasm, not yet!  Maybe later today, after we have had out
party, but we want you blue balled, hormonally intoxicated, and
sexually fucked over." He looked up at her, begging with his eyes to
have some sort of release.  He was so turned on.

He could feel Mai's hands on is genitals, no longer was she crushing
him, she was actually slowly masturbating him.  Natalie smiled down at
him.  "See, see how good we are to you?"  and she kissed her middle
finger, showed it to his face, and then placed it on his tape-covered
lips.  Then she turned on her heels and walked back into the kitchen,
her long hair in a ponytail pulled tightly behind her.  Her back was
bare, and omg, omg, she wasn't wearing a thing under the apron.  He
could see her perfect ass bouncing with every step she took, her hips
swaying back and forth, the shape of her ass made him whimper.  Tears
were forming at the corners of his eyes and were rolling down his
cheeks as Mai's hands worked magic on him.  He was getting closer
again and hoped that he could reach it before she stopped.  But he
knew, deep down, she wouldn't let him reach it.  He knew she would
stop.  He felt like a toy, like an object for their amusement.

She didn't say a word to him.  She just kept manipulating him, slowly
but with purpose and delicate concentration.  Mai ran her hand to the
base and then slowly pulled up, and at the top, took her thumb and
circled his pre-cum dripping head. It was slick and warm, she noticed.
She reveled in her power over the weak man.  Feeling him shudder made
her ache with desire.

"God if we break this one the right way, there is nothing we wont be
able to do to him!  Look at him now, bent over the table, tied down,
and yet he is as hard as a rock, his testicles are full and practically
bursting," Mai noticed with a gleam in her eye and a warm feeling in
her loins.  "He might not realize it just yet, but sooner or later,
every time we abuse him, degrade him, bind him, mistreat him, we will
get him aroused.  And by getting aroused, he becomes more compliant,
more docile, and more resigned to his status..." her thoughts drifted
away and she reminded herself not to get off until the other girls
arrived, she wanted her sexual energy to drive her every thought and
action.  She pulled over a chair and sat down, still slowly working
over his swollen cock.

He was in heaven and he didn't ever want her to stop touching him.
He could feel the rising orgasm slowly build and then retreat as she
expertly masturbated him.  He was beginning to drool out of the sides
of his taped mouth.  His eyes were closed and his ears were beginning
to ring.  He needed to cum, badly.  But he got the feeling that would
not be happening.  He was building again to another orgasm, and felt
her throttle him back.  Her tiny manicured hand was driving him
absolutely mad. He  tried to look behind him but couldn't turn his
neck.  Looking forward, he could see a reflection in the dinner cabinet
glass.  He could see himself, he was completely strapped down and
naked.  And they were talking about more girls coming over?  A party?
Oh god, could there somehow be more girls like Natalie and Mai?
Although he knew he would suffer, in his current state of mind, he
would beg to suffer just to be near them.

He heard the page of a magazine turn.  He looked up again and could see
Mai in the reflection, she was sitting down next to his bent over body,
a magazine in her lap, reading without a care in the word, a smile
playing across her lips, while she turned the pages with one hand and
tugged him into bliss with the other.

"She's not even paying attention to me.  She's milking me like I
am some cow, like some animal, oh god!" this humiliation drove him
further and before he knew what was happening, he felt himself being
pulled over the edge.  He heard the magazine fall and felt another hand
on his balls.  She was squeezing them but not crushing them, almost as
if she was pumping them.

"That's it little boy, Momma is going to milk you good, milk all of
this nastiness right out of you.  That's it, give it to me, you know
you can't resist us any more, loser.  You realize now that this is
your place, don't you?  Look where you are, its been 2 days now and
you are already naked, bent over for us, tied down- and yet you are
hard and about to cum!  What is going on here?  Admit it, cum for me
and surrender.  Admit it that we are better than you, that you are
worthless to us.  Give me your orgasm, prove to me that its all you are
good for- a sperm pumping, porn jerking, peeping tom looking, ATM
machine! You don't deserve to be with girls like us, and that's why
we need to make you pay us! Pay us in pain, in suffering, in
humiliation- do you know what a cuckold is?  Oh you will sooner or
later.  After the party is over, our boyfriends are stopping by.  We
always like to get fucked good and hard after humiliating and breaking
losers like you.  Its such a rush to be held down and fucked by a real
man, knowing some geekboy with out a chance in the world is in the
closet, hearing what he will never have!  And then tasting what our
lovers have given us!  Oh yes, loser, you will have a lot more sperm to
swallow, you repulsive, pathetic excuse for a man!" he couldn't
take it anymore.  Her hands felt so good and his mind was reeling with
what she was saying to him.  Oh god, they knew he was pathetic, they
could see right through him, they knew everything about him.

He was at the peak and his testicles were pumping out thick white gooey
strings of sperm before he knew it.  It covered the table in a huge
mess, a nasty pool of warm, swimming, genetic matter.  He was
exhausted, his breathing came in short quick gasps through his nose.
He was utterly spent.  He had barely gotten any sleep and then had been
shocked into unconsciousness, and now this?  His brain was shutting
down, he was passing out.  He closed his eyes and relaxed, but before
he drifted off to sleep, he felt Mai's gloved covered hand near his
mouth.

"Open up, little lamb, this mess is all going right back inside you,
right now.  We cant let Natalie know you had an orgasm, she wants you
ready for the party.  But I have confidence in you that you will be
nice and hard by then.  That's it, now suck on my fingers.
Gooooooodddd....." she was smiling, literally getting goose bumps
watching his half conscious body strapped down to the table submitting
to her.  She watched with delight as his mouth opened.  She gently, and
with all the care in the world not to spill a drop, slid her fingers,
covered in his mess, right into his mouth.

"Suck, that's it, suck, suck and swallow, suck and swallow..." he
could hear her saying over and over, her voice a whisper in his ear,
her breath making the hair on his neck stand up.  He didn't care
anymore what he was doing, how gross it was, or what it meant.  He
could feel himself giving in to her as he obeyed and began to clean off
her hand.  He could feel as though another line was being crossed, but
he couldn't stop the train he was on.  And if he had been awake
enough to think about it more, he would have admitted that he didn't
want to stop.  Somewhere deep inside him, he knew she was right, that
he didn't deserve to be near them, and he needed to suffer for their
attentions.

"Ok now, little one, rest up, you are going to be the life of the
party later today.  Or maybe I should say, the main attraction?  Sort
of like the monkey in the cage at the zoo!" she withdrew her cleaned
hand from his mouth and wiped it on his back, laughed, and spat in his
face- he didn't even flinch.  As Mai's gentle laughter permeated
his brain, he drifted off to a fitful and mindless sleep.


END Natalie Part 5

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