This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any events or to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All players are over the age of eighteen. If you have a problem with bondage or non-consensual sex, go no further! This story is purely for adult fantasy and entertainment. The author in no way condones violence towards women. Constructive criticism and comments welcome at the end. Enjoy.
I can't believe I'm here at the CFC. CFC stands for College Fetish Convention. It's a special convention for college students. You have to be at least eighteen with ID to gain admittance. It's geared towards college students aged eighteen to twenty-five. I am amazed at how many college aged kids are here at the convention hall. I don't have time to gawk for long.
Jill and Becky have brought me here to show me off, I'm sure. Under my sweats I am wearing a long gold tiered gypsy skirt with a slit up one side and fake gold coin trim sewn under each tier. I also have a coin scarf tied around my hips, and I'm wearing a long sleeved cropped peasant blouse. My hair is tied with a coin trimmed black scarf, plus I'm wearing big gold hoop earrings and a matching coin necklace. Once I am in costume, they take me to a huge pillar outside one of the main halls. Becky drops the leather bag she's been carrying and unzips it. She pulls out a huge foam ball.
"Open!" She orders me. I know I have no choice so I open my mouth. She pushes the ball past my lips. It's so big that I cannot possibly close my mouth. Then she pulls out the micro foam tape and begins wrapping it around my head. When she has gone around twice, she tears it off. Next, Jill binds my belly tightly before tying my hands behind the pillar. Becky wraps rope above and below my breasts, further binding me to the pillar. When she's done she pulls my blouse down to reveal the sexy sequined bra I am wearing.
"Now, my little belly dancing sex kitten, you will be on display for all to enjoy. If you behave and put on a good show, maybe we will let you go. In the meantime, Jillie and I are gonna check out some of the exhibits. I'm sure you'll have plenty to keep you busy, eh?" Becky grips my chin and smiles.
"Pmmnphm nnn'ph mmnfm mm hmrm!"
"Don't leave you here? Oh Alicia, you won't be alone. You'll have lots of company very soon. Enjoy being the center of attention." She taps my cheek and links her arm into Jill's. I watch helplessly as they enter the hall.
"Hmmp mm! PHnmmhnnm hmmp!"
I see kids in all kinds of fetish costumes, lingerie, and outfits coming in and leaving the hall.
"Hmmmmp mm! Hmmp!"
A group of young men hear me calling and come over to me. They look like goth heads the way they are dressed.
"Hey, look at you, sexy mama," one of them says, "you got yourself all tied up?"
"Mmmmmmmm! Pmmnphm phnhm phhm phnpm nff mm mnnphh!"
"What was that, Sexy?"
I groan.
"Pmmnphm phnhm phhm phnpm nff mm mnnphh!"
"Sorry angel, I can't understand you with your mouth all taped up."
"Rmmnfm phhm gng!"
"I think she's trying to say she wants the gag off," one of his friends says.
"Mmmmmmmm!" I nod.
"Take the gag off? Why would we do that? You look and sound so beautiful. Matter of fact," he whips out his phone and poses next to me. "Smile for the camera, baby!"
He and his friends all take shots of me, then they begin videotaping as he puts his hands on my hips.
"You a belly dancer?"
