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Subject: HOTSCRIBE:  "Captive"  (MF  Oral  Bond)
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CAPTIVE
by HotScribe


	It's late at night. As you unlock the door to your
apartment, you wish
that somehow you'd gotten home earlier but, of course, with
all the heavy
traffic and the fog---
	Well, it feels good to be back anyways.  The return
trip was long and
tiring; it'll be good to have a hot shower, then curl up in
the covers of your
bed for a long well-needed sleep.
	You turn on the lights, close and lock the door. You
take your coat off,
hang it up in the closet.
	You sniff the air. Strange how an apartment left for
a period of time
always acquires an odd smell--not always unpleasant, but
certainly stale.
	You open the window to let in some fresh air.
There's a cool breeze
blowing and it wafts your face and hair, refreshing you for
a moment.  You
breathe deeply, then turn and enter your bedroom.
	The bed looks almost sterile, its sheets and covers
tucked in neat and
crisp.  But by morning they'll probably be once more
crumpled, as if you'd
wrestled with some unseen opponent in your sleep.
	You undo your blouse, take it off and lay it across
the foot of the bed.
You slip off your skirt, put it across the blouse. You push
down your
pantyhose, pull them off, then follow them with your
panties. When you
straighten, you put your hands behind you to unclip your
brassiere. It slips
away, and you toss it on the other clothes.  You reach up
and massage your
breasts, glad to be free of the bra.
	Suddenly, something flops down from behind you,
covers your nose
and mouth. Instinctively you breathe in and you smell
chloroform.  You feel a
strong arm go round your waist, you attempt to kick, but the
chemical makes
you feel weak and dizzy and---

	You don't know what hour of the early morning it is
when you open
your eyes.  You try to move, to talk, but panic surges
within you as you
realize a gag of some sort has been placed across your
mouth, and you are
spread-eagled across the bed sideways, you ankles and wrists
tied with
some sort of cords.  You jerk back and forth, but it is of
little use--you are
fastened quite securely.
	Wide-eyed, you look quickly around the room until
you see, standing
in the doorway of the bedroom, a man in his late twenties or
early thirties.
His hair is long, but neatly groomed, his eyes shining and
mischievous-
looking, his face thin, angular, but handsome.
	"Hello," he says, his voice heavy and low.
	You pleas are muffled by the gag and your eyebrows
arch up in the
middle in an attempt to ask what's going on.
	He walks up to the end of the bed, stands beside
you, looks up and
down your body.  "I've been admiring you for some time now,"
he says.
"From across the street.   Nice of you to leave the window
open, tonight.
Loved watching you get undressed. You have a very beautiful
body, you
know?"
	He reaches out and strokes your belly. A slight
tremour runs through
your flesh.  You glare at him, struggle again, but it's
futile.
	"I won't hurt you---unless you make me.  I just want
to---enjoy your
body for a short while.  Will that be all right?"
	You scowl at him again, but he seems to be ignoring
your
expressions.
	
	The man was around the bed, stands behind and above
your head
which is almost hanging over the side of the bed.
	"You know what I'd like to do?"  he asks, holding up
his cock in his
hand, moving the skin back and forth.  "I'd really like to
slide my cock
into your mouth from here...mmm, that would be nice.  But,
at the moment,
you might decide to bite it off."  He cracks a smile.
"However, perhaps later-
-?"
	You try to say something, but only muffled noises
emerge from the
gag.
	"If you promise not to scream, I'll remove the
gag..."
	You nod your head.
	He smiles again.  "Well...let's just wait a bit
shall we?"
	He reaches down, takes your nipples between his
fingers and thumbs,
twirls them firmly, but not painfully, twisting them back
and forth until they
begin to harden and protrude.
	"You have nice breasts," he remarks, cupping them,
squeezing them,
feeling the firmness of their fullness.  He pushes them
together, bends down
and closes his lips over first one nipple, then the other,
rolling his tongue
over them, sucking them deep into the warmth of his mouth,
rubbing his
teeth over the skin for several long moments.
	He rises and moves forward.  Your head dangles
between his legs, his
balls brushing over your face.  He smells of a light musk.
	Then his cock is between your pressed breasts as he
pushes them
together.  He starts to pump himself back and forth.  He
continues with this
for several minutes and you feel his cock hardening and
lengthening.
	When he stops, he pulls back and waves his cock
above you face,
letting the slightly wet pre-cummed tip brush against you
cheeks and nose.
He bends down, licks the juice.  "It's only fair that if I
expect you to drink my
cum that I should be willing to do it myself, don't you
think?"
	You don't answer, just stare at him with wide,
frightened eyes.
	"I want you to want me," he says.
	You shake your head.
	"Maybe not now," he continues. "Perhaps later."
	Then he's gone for a moment and you see him reappear
on the other
side of the bed down by your feet.  He kneels down between
your parted
legs.
	"You have a beautiful cunt," he remarks, then you
feel his finger
running down the outside edges of your labia, then moving
between, then
sliding back up to your clitoris, there to massage it slowly
around and
around.  In spite of yourself, you mind trying not to think
of hat he's doing,
you moan quietly, arch your hips a little, almost
automatically trying to get a
better position for his touch.
	Now his finger slips down and enters your vagina.
It feels the insides,
the ribbed walls, the wetness and the warmth of the hidden
cave. A second
and third finger join the first, beginning to push in and
pull out slowly.  Then
the man's tongue is there on your clit, licking and sucking
it while his fingers
continue their prodding.
	The longer he does it, the more you feel your body
responding, even
though you wish it wouldn't.  And yet, it feels so good, and
it's been so long
since last your cunt felt a man....
	Suddenly, before you can cum, he stops.  You moan.
He rises and lies
above you, the head of his cock poking at the entrance to
your cunt. It
pushes aside your lips, inserts itself only about an inch,
then retreats.  Again
it goes in only slightly, again it is removed.
	A third time it enters, this time further, and then
you feel the length
and breadth of him as he plunges himself fully into you.
You groan with the
thickness of his cock as it fills your cunt.  Back again,
then forward.  Back
and forward.  In an out.  Thrusting into your depths,
pulling back almost until
he is out of you, then pushing back in roughly once more,
this time to the
very bottom of his shaft till you feel his balls slapping
against your ass.
	You strain against the cords that hold your arms and
legs, you wish
you could tear away the gag on your mouth.  But you are
helpless to do
anything.
	Once more you near the point of no return;  but once
more the man
stops.
	He gets up, bends down.  He releases your feet,
althoughthe cords
still remain around your ankles.  He moves to the other side
of the bed,
releases your hands, even though the cords remain around
your wrists.
	He pulls you gently from the bed, drags you onto the
carpent.
	"Get down," he orders.  Already weak, you fall to
your knees.  He
pushes you forward onto your hands, then he pulls back the
cords on your
wrists, tying them back against your knees so that your
cheek rests against
the carpet and your ass is high in the air.
	Once again he's behind you, once again you feel the
wetness of his
tongue sliding over and over your cunt lips and clitoris,
his lips and teeth
nibbling on them, his tongue thrusting deep into your
crevice.  Then his
tongue slides up and twirls around your anus, probing into
it, licking around
it, then back down to your clitoris, up again to your ass,
then down again.
	Then he rises and his cock penetrates you again,
this tiem thrusting
long and deep and hard, his wet thighs thumping noisily
against your own.
	"Omigod!" he cries out, then he groans loudly and
rams himself into
your and you feel his hot cum gushing into the hollow of
your cunt, his stiff
cock making slurping and sucking sounds as he continues to
pump into you.
	Moments later, he slows his plunging motions to a
stop, waits for his
cock to slither out of your soaking cunt.
	Now he rolls you over onto your back, separates your
bound legs and
arms and buries his face in your mound, his tongue
forcefully thrusting its
way around your clitoris.  Again and again he licks at you,
then shoves four
fingers into your cunt, sliding them in and out, lubricating
them with your
wetness and his cum.  Now he slides his little finger into
your ass, the other
three into your cunt, begins to pump them all back and forth
as his mouth
continues working on your clitoris.
	The finger in your ass, those in your cunt, and his
swiftly lapping
tongue on your clitoris---this time he lets you go fully,
and your body bucks
and wiggles wildly on the carpet as you cum and cum and cum
as you've
never cum before, myriad waves of ecstasy washing through
your body,
your mind soaring through worlds of passion and bliss.
	
	For  a short whle, he sits back and watches you
breathing heavily on
the floor.  Then he moves forward, removes the cords from
your wrists and
ankles, removes the gag from your mouth.
	He hands them to you.
	"Take these," he says. "Do whatever you want to
me...."


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