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	DANGER! GROWN-UPS  AT PLAY!
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(Quick intro/disclaimer) This story is published here on Usenet on the
understanding that THIS IS NOT THE REAL WORLD! It's a great place for
people with my kind of malady - Erotoscribblemania. This is to say I
have a writing fetish. I love to write stories. The kind of stories I
love to write most are sexual fantasy adventures which are purely for
my own mental stimulation and the enjoyment of anybody old enough to
be allowed to read them. Most societies I know of believe people under
the age of 18 shouldn't be allowed to read the kind of things written
in this forum, and I'm not going to suggest otherwise. But I would
like to stress to anybody old enough to be reading that what you are
about to read is strictly fiction and merely an outpouring, usually
unedited, of the fantasy world which exists only in my mind. None of
the characters, places, events or anything else is real - I made it
all up. Some of the concepts here would be illegal if you were to
attempt to imitate in real life what you read. If you are stupid
enough to do that, you only have yourself to blame and I will not
accept any responsibility. That said, read on and enjoy. If you feel
so inclined, email your comments to Zawackyj_1@hotmail.kom
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		The Breakfast Of Concubines
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        Copyright © 1998 by Zawackyj Zabum/All Rights Reserved


The day started ordinarily enough. Briget Marlow loved her Saturday
mornings, particularly in spring, when the suburb came alive with the
sounds and smells of everyday living. There was a special something
about the sounds of lawnmowers buzzing around and that smell of
freshly cut grass that seemed to reinforce her feeling of weekend
freedom. That and the sound and smell of fresh coffee bubbling away in
the percolator on the bench in her kitchen. The only thing missing
from her routine, which had become well established during the six
months since she'd started renting the small brick cottage, was the
weekend newspaper. Briget thought for a moment about the joy she'd
felt the previous weekend, finding another neat little cottage just
like the one she was in and being able to scrape together enough bond
money to secure it without alerting her present landlord to her desire
to move out. 

Karl van Bonner was the one reason Briget had searched the rental
vacancy section of the Saturday papers so thoroughly for the past two
months. Briget loved everything else about where she was living -
except him. The man was the worst landlord she'd ever had in the six
years since she left home and started living on her own. He had been
so charming when she first met him. She'd heard plenty of stories
about the problems tennants had when dealing directly with the owner
and usually rented through an agency, but he had convinced her she
could save the commission if she dealt directly with him. At first,
this seemed like a good idea, especially as the cottage would have
been just out of her meagre price range had it been advertised through
an agent. So, she went against her instinct and moved in. The problems
started soon after.

The problems seemed insignificant at first. Just little things, like a
leaking tap which, he said, she would have to pay to have fixed.
Briget had never had to pay for general maintenence on any place she'd
rented before and she tried to argue the point with him, but this was
something she wasn't really confident doing and so she eventually
conceded paying to have the job done. She expected a plumber to arrive
and fix the washer, but instead Karl turned up and did the job
himself. Again Briget wanted to protest about paying, since he did the
job himself, but he wouldn't hear of it and became quite nasty when
she tried to force the issue. Briget had since seen this nasty side of
Karl more times than she cared for and so had decided to move out just
as soon as she could afford it. She stood at the window staring out at
the paper for a moment.

It was the last Saturday of the month - rent paying day. It was also
the last chance she had to give Karl notice that she intended moving.
Briget knew if she didn't notify him today, he'd be legally entitled
to charge her for the next months rent, which would be impossible to
pay in her present financial circumstances. But it had to be done.
However, Briget was in no hurry to spoil her peaceful Saturday morning
with such an unpleasant task, so she decided to slip out, grab the
paper and read it while having breakfast instead of showering and
getting dressed for the day. There's be plenty of time later in the
morning to pluck up the courage and see Karl. At least, that's what
Briget was thinking as she stepped outside into the brisk morning air
to retrieve the paper.

Briget heard the front door click closed behind her as she bent down
to pick up the paper. She knew immediately what had happened and felt
suddenly sick in the stomach when she turned around to see the closed
door at the top of the stairs. It had happened once before. She'd
locked herself out and had to go begging to Karl for a spare key to be
let in again. Briget cursed herself for being so careless on this, of
all days. It wasn't just the thought of having to face Karl so early
in the morning. It was the dread of having to do so wearing nothing
more than the thin veil of gossamer fabric which was her nightie. 'Oh
my God!' Briget gasped under her breath, instinctively tugging the
short hem but knowing that it would do nothing to hide anything of her
nakedness. The cottage had security grills on every window - one of
the reasons she'd rented it in the first place - but she still walked
quickly around the yard praying to find a way in. It was hopeless and
eventually she had to face the fact that she would have to walk around
the corner to Karl's place and suffer the humiliation of him seeing
her as she was.

Karl's house wasn't far, but Briget felt as if every eye in the
neighbourhood was on her as she hurried around the paths. Luckily she
only came face to face with one person, a jogger who seemed more
surprised at the sight of her than anything, and she was soon catching
her breath in the relative sanctuary of Karl's front yard. The easy
part was over. Briget modestly clutched the neckline of her nightie as
she willed herself to overcome the heart-pounding anxiety she was
experiencing. The last time she had to make this journey she simply
felt foolish. This time, she felt gut-wrenching panic. Briget made one
last check of her appearance, knowing there was nothing she could do
to cover herself properly, but vainly trying to do so anyway. Her
hands had never seemed so inadequately small as they positioned
themselves over her breasts and pubic mound, particularly as she had
to also do her best to hold together the front of her nightie, which
was only held together by a single strand of lace just above her
stomach.

'Well...what do we have here?' Karl's first reaction on seeing Briget
standing timidly outside his front door was to glance around as if
somebody was playing a practical joke on him.

'Hello Mr van Bonner...' Briget mumbled. She could feel her ears
burning with embarrassment as Karl eyed her curiously and scratched
the patchy grey stubble on his chin. 'I've locked myself out...again!'
she added, trying hard to laugh at herself. 

'Have you?' Karl smirked. 'Really?'

'Yes...I was just going out to get the paper...and...I don't
know...the door just closed by itself...' Briget was babbling now the
way she usually did whenever she felt unsure of herself.

'This is becoming a habit, isn't it?' Karl laughed in a way that made
Briget feel even more uncomfortable.

'I don't know?' she shrugged. 'I just need a...'

'Do you want to come inside?' Karl asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
Briget felt she had no choice but to agree. She didn't want to,
especially as warning bells had already started to ring in her mind,
but she stepped across the threshold anyway, sensing that his eyes
would be glued to her backside as she walked nervously ahead of him. 

'Could I...' she started to ask again for a key.

'I'm just about to have a coffee...would you like one?' Karl asked.

'Um...no thanks...' Briget politely replied. He sounded like he was
being friendly, but Briget knew he was simply prolonging her
embarrassing agony. She watched as he sat himself at his kitchen
table, pushing aside a pile of dirty plates and the crumpled debris of
what looked like months of scavanging.

'Well...you'll have to excuse me while I have one...' Karl picked up
his cup and peered over the rim of it at her. 'Have a seat...' he
offered after taking a small sip.

Briget felt the knots twisting in her stomach as she reluctantly sat
on the only available chair opposite Karl. The wooden seat was cold
against her bare bottom and sent a chill of goosebumps to every corner
of her body, reminding her and making her acutely aware that she was
completely naked beneath her tiny lace nightie. She was also aware
that Karl was staring right at her, though she demurely kept her eyes
averted so as not to have to engage him in unnecessary conversation. 

It was while Briget was glancing absently around his kitchen that her
eyes wandered onto the items littering the table top in front of her.
She was so shocked she almost lept from her seat, but at the same
time, she felt paralyzed and unable to take her eyes off the polaroid
photo which had caught her eye. Her eyes became riveted to the clear,
color image of a young woman lying face down on a bed, totally naked
with her legs held obscenely apart with a black bar cuffed to her
ankles, her wrists manacled behind her back and a leather gag which
seemed to make her squint with discomfort. Briget couldn't stop
herself from staring at the bizarre image. What was worse, and what
filled her with alarm, was the bed in the photo. The bedspread was
made of black velvet and the bedhead was an ornate design of cane
which had been painted gold. It was familiar because it was the bed
she could see through the open door behind Karl...the photo was taken
in Karl's bedroom!

'So...' Karl said, interrupting the confusion bubbling furiously in
Briget's mind. Briget looked up at him, conscious that her mouth was
hanging open with shock but unable to hide the fact. 'You want me to
help you...'

Briget nodded unsurely. There was something about the tone of his
heavily accented voice that gave her the creeps.

'You look like you'd have a bit of a problem if I don't help you,'
Karl said flatly, standing from his seat and pausing for a moment to
ogle the attractive thigh and glimpse of bare ass Briget was
unintentionally displaying.

'Yes...' Briget said after clearing the solid dry lump which blocked
her throat. She didn't know what to do or say. Her hands were clasped
apprehensively in her lap to conceal her pussy, but there was no way
of pulling the short hem of her nightie to cover her thighs. So she
just sat there, still as a statue, trying to mentally transport
herself home to safety.

'What will you do for me if I help you?' Karl was grinning now, his
hands on the back of her chair and leaning over her shoulder to get a
clear view of her pert breasts.

'What do you mean?' Briget's voice trembled. She could feel his hot
breath behind her ear but refused to face him, mostly because she was
feeling repulsed by the thought of where he was leading with his
question. She could also feel his eyes wandering over the unhidden
shapes of her breasts, which she tried to guard by bringing her arms
protectively together, but this only pushed the soft mounds up and
almost caused them to spill from the flimsy covering of her nightie.

'I mean...' Karl said, slowly reaching down to pinch the lace threads
of the large bow that loosely tied the front of her nightie. 'I
mean...I think you should be nice to me...if you want me to help
you...'

Briget's pulse raced wildly as she watched the loops of the large bows
disappear into themselves, Karl's gnarled fingers tugging the strings
apart until the knot slipped open. 'No...I think I should be going...'

'What's your rush, Briget?' Karl said, casually peeling open the front
of her nightie and gently jerking the hem free from her meek grip. 'I
know you want to...'

'What?' Briget stammered quietly, desperately wanting to stop what he
was doing but not able to summon the resistence needed.

'You want to be nice...you're a lovely nice girl...' Karl smiled to
himself as he felt  Briget discreetly lean forward to allow him to
slip the shoulder straps of the nightie down her arms.

Briget shuddered, a profound rush of guilt pounding her right in the
stomach as she timidly lifted her hands, allowing Karl to take her
nightie from her. The sensation of being completely nude in his
kitchen was almost surreal, as was the strangely alluring delight of
trying to hide her nipples, which had already swollen tensely with her
increasing insecurity.

The image of the naked girl bound helplessly in the photo filled
Briget's thoughts as she sat shivering nervously, trying to anticipate
Karl's next move. She couldn't understand what exactly had come over
her and possessed her to submit so easily to him, knowing that doing
so could only be interpreted as provocation on her part but unable to
control herself. Briget knew in her mind that yielding to him was the
most foolish thing she'd ever done in her young life and she knew
she'd ultimately be demeaned thoroughly by him, but there was a deep
part of her that desperately wanted this. 'Are you going to...to tie
me up?' she mumbled tentatively. The words just seemed to tumble out
of her mouth without thinking.

'Yes Briget...' Karl said solemnly. 'Does that worry you?'

Briget felt dizzy with guilt and didn't answer him. Instead, she
watched silently as he swept the pile of clutter with a wave of his
arm across the table, the plates breaking and cutlery tinkling on the
hard vinyl floor as they dropped. She meekly obeyed his tacit command
to sit on the table, pulling her knees modestly to her chest and
waiting anxiously as Karl rushed to a drawer under the kitchen sink.
It probably only took Karl ten seconds to grab a handful of thick
corded ropes from the drawer, but it seemed to Briget like an
eternity. Every rational voice in her mind seemed to be screaming at
her to get up and run away, but there was such a heady tingle of
excitement in the rest of her naked body that she was immobilized.

'Lie back...' Karl said, gently pushing back on her shoulder until her
tense body dropped slowly back on the table.

Briget avoided looking at Karl as he slipped coils of soft rope around
each of her wrists, pulling each of them to the corners of the table
where he tethered them with secure knots.

'Here...slide down this way a bit...' Karl said, taking hold of 
Briget's slim waist in his large hands and urging her to wriggle until
she was forced to spread her feet to keep her heels on the edge of the
table.

Briget let her head roll to one side, feeling embarrassed about
knowing the position fully exposed her pussy to his lecherously hungry
eyes. It wasn't a position she was comfortable in and was relieved
when he began binding each of her ankles with ropes. It wasn't that
she didn't want him staring at her - she did. But she didn't want any
control over that. She wanted him to spread her legs widely and make
it impossible to either hide or protect any part of her vulnerable
pussy, especially her clit, which Briget felt certain was already
throbbing in full view.

What Briget was expecting wasn't what he did next. She whimpered to
show her discomfort when he pulled her feet back over her head,
buckling her over completely so as to bind her ankles to her wrists. 
'Please...' Briget blushed. 'Not like this...'

'Not like what, Briget?' Karl said, sounding totally unconcerned but
clearly enjoying the sight of her timid struggle. 'Have you had
breakfast yet?'

'What?' Briget asked, briefly giving up her fight against the ropes. 
'No...' she said, meaning she didn't want him to take down his
trousers, which he was beginning to do.

'I bet you've got a ravinous appetite?' Karl laughed loudly as his
penis, almost solid with healthy erectness, sprang up from his woolly
crop of grey pubic hair. 'Here...open up...'

'No...' Briget clenched her lips firmly, shaking her head to protest
as Karl softly whipped her blushing cheek with his penis. She dared
not open her eyes. There was no doubt as to what he expected her to
do, and the thought repulsed her. There was a smell about him - a
filthy, unwashed smell she'd never known before. Briget squirmed
frantically but was unable to escape the menacing feel of his thick
shaft bumping against her tightly closed lips.

'Ok then...perhaps we'll try the other end...' Karl said, waiting
until Briget opened her eyes again to have the pleasure of knowing she
was watching him.

Briget did watch him as he moved slowly around the table until he was
standing with his cock poised at her unfurled slit. This was more what
she'd been expecting and, even though the thought of having the dirty
old man's cock inside her pussy, she felt this was better than the
hideous thought of having to suck it. Still she put on a show of
resistence, moaning loudly as he stepped forward and inserted the
bulburous head of his cock uncermoniously into her unprotected slit.

'Oooh! That feels good for me, Briget!' Karl sighed, not seriously,
but more to mock her for the slippery ease with which he was able to
penetrate her. 'Does it feel good for you?'

Briget panted breathlessly as her twat was roughly prodded to
emphasize each word. His cock seemed bigger than it looked and she
felt her pussy walls contract and spasm around its shaft each time the
knob bumped against the tight, puckered aperture of her womb. It did
feel good, but Briget didn't want to humiliate herself by admitting
this out loud. The ropes around her wrists and ankles heightened the
perverse thrill that seemed to flood her twat, holding her firm in a
position where she didn't have to do anything - just lie there and
take the energetic pounding he was giving her.

Karl said nothing for a long while. He continued jerking his hips,
thrusting in ways that caused Briget's cunt to make lewd farting
sounds. The sound amused him, mostly because it plainly embarrassed
the defenseless girl roped to his kitchen table, but also because it
was evidence that her cunt was smothering his cock with liberal
amounts of her pussy juice. He occasionally withdrew it almost
completely between deep strokes until he was satisfied it was covered
with just the right amount of milky bubbles.

Briget didn't realize he'd stopped until he was again standing over
her head. She opened her eyes and this time parted her lips when his
now wet cock slapped against them. It was an almost reflex action and
his cock glided into her willing mouth. Once inside, there was no way
that Briget could expell it, even though she felt a need to after he
began telling her how she was sucking up her own cunt juice. She
groaned and tried to resist, but this only seemed to encourage him to
fuck her face more vigorously. Briget's nostrils flared as she gasped
for breath past his cock, the stench of his crotch making her mind
reel with guilty pleasure. The fetid odor made her think things of
herself she'd never considered and also reminded her that she had
willingly allowed herself to get into this degrading situation. It
reminded her that what she was doing was the most disgusting thing
she'd ever done, and this made her feel supremely satisfied.

Karl had started grunting loudly, lost in his own world of perverse
pleasure as he climbed into positions where he could drive his
throbbing cock into the deepest recesses of Briget's mouth. The sound
of her gagging helplessly, her head tilted back off the edge of the
table and his cock seeming to ram down her throat, was enough to make
his balls erupt in a fury of delight. He hunched himself over her
head, half wanting to curl into a ball where he could both fuck her
mouth and kiss it as well. He groaned, reaching down and pinching the
rubbery, erect nipples of Briget's pert breasts as he watched her
throat contracting and spasming as she swallowed each violently
spurted glob of his cum.

Briget felt as if she was drowning is a sea of filthy slime,
swallowing a number of times before she realized what exactly was
happening. There seemed to be nothing she could to to ecape the
torrent and each time she gulped, her mouth involuntarily sucked
another wave of hot, salty jism into her mouth. Time seemed to lose
meaning as Briget gulped and swallowed until his twitching cock went
still and almost felt softer against the roof of her mouth. Finally,
Karl stepped back and Briget coughed and spluttered as fresh air was
again able to circulate in her lungs. A lingering stench in the air
was all that remained as a reminder of what she'd just done. That, and
Karl's words that he was now looking forward to a hearty breakfast as
he pulled up a chair and sat where he could dine on her quivering,
aroused clit. 'Bon appetite!' he winked...    
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