Oblivious Frog

Another lonely night. Not that it bothers me, much. I'm used to it. I have my hobbies, and I am a sucker for a good binge watch. It's just that, sometimes, it would be nice to have someone else to just sit around and watch TV with. Another soul to sit by the fire, share a hot beverage, chat, eat crap food and just be. Fuck it! I'm going out. I need to do something.

I get dressed, nothing fancy, that's not me. I like being plain, simple, unpretentious. And I love the fall. Give me hoodies and boots over dresses and heels any day. Straight jeans tucked into my favorite biker boots, baggy hoodie over a long t-shirt. I'm also not the hair and makeup type, never have been. I've always been one of those tomboy types, one of the guy's kind of gals.

I grab my backpack and head out. There is really nothing to do in this small town and I decide to drive out to the next town over. It's a much bigger place with more bars and nightlife. I haven't been out in ages and really have no idea where I am going. Just winging it. Hoping to find a little hole-in-the-wall bar with a couple of pool tables.

A few minutes later I'm pulling into a strip mall with several businesses, all closed, and a small bar stuck in the corner, Dom's. No fancy neon signs other than the "Open" sign in the front window. Here goes nothing. I get out of my car, and step inside. It's dark and smells of stale beer and old fryer grease. The jukebox on, old rock and roll, The Eagles were playing. I notice a couple of pool tables in a dark back room. I hear muffled voices and pool balls hitting one another. There were few other people, a younger group, sitting at a table near the back and a couple of older guys, you know, more my age, sitting at the bar. The bartender was a 40's something, big breasted brunette with tattoos on both arms. She was wearing a faded "Ozzy" concert t-shirt.

She was the only one to look up when I entered the place. She gave me a little nod and went about cleaning the bar. I walked on over, feeling a little defeated, picked a stool and sat down. The bartender strolled over and ask what I was drinking. "Do you have Bailey's?" I asked.

She chuckled and said, "I wish! Sorry sweetie, all I have is bar Irish Cream, you want some?"

"You got coffee? I'd love a hot one with whipped cream, can you do that?" I say and smile. A few minutes later, she comes back with a large mug of steaming Irish cream and coffee, with a huge dollop of whipped cream.

"There ya go, hotcakes" she says with a wink. She's full of little pet names. I just laugh. I use the stirrer to sip my drink and it's pretty tasty. I twist around on my stool to check out the rest of the patrons. Everyone in their own little worlds. I guess I'll drink this and call it a night. There's nothing happening here either. I may as well have stayed home. I wander over towards the restrooms and peek inside the back room. There were two guys, I'd say in their late 50's, early 60's. They were laughing and talking, drinking beer and shooting pool. I walk on in and head to the other table. Well shit, so much for being subtle. I have no change for the table. Dipshit. One of the guys must have noticed the look on my face, quietly leaned over and laid several quarters on the table. I smiled and nodded.

I put the money in, drop the balls and rack them. I try to act as if I know what I'm doing, I don't. I'm not any good at shooting pool. I slip the rack back in its slot and go to pick out a cue. I quickly notice it's quiet in here. I'm afraid to look around. I eventually turn my head and find one of the pool player guys standing pretty close to me. He's cute, he has that construction worker build. He's tall, muscular a little rough around the edges, five o'clock shadow, dark hair a little long and wild, big brown eyes, nice smile, big nose. I have a thing for big noses. "I have a stick you can use" he grins, and his friend is trying to contain his laughter.

"Good one, how many times have you used that line?" I asked. His friend lifts his beer and nods. He's not bad looking either. Same type of build, a little taller, a little wider across the shoulders, salt and pepper hair, trimmed beard, short neatly cut hair, brown eyes and similar nose. I wonder if they're brothers.

The guy with the pool cue says, "Wanna play?" He starts to laugh, a goofy laugh. "Shit! I am full of cheesy lines tonight." He jokes. "Seriously though, I'm Duncan." he extends his hand for me to shake. I take his hand. He has nice strong hands. Hands and noses, I notice hands and noses.

"Randi," I say. "Call me Randi, nice to meet you Duncan and your friend is?"

He rushes over and shakes my hand, "Sorry, Spencer, how's it going? Randi, huh?" Another set of nice strong hands.

"Ok then, who am I taking on first?" I asked. Duncan steps up, I grab his stick and say, "I'll break."

I do suck at this game. I play anyway.

We take turns with the same cue, hitting the balls, he's kicking my ass. The bartender enters and asks if we need refills. No more coffee for me I order an Amaretto on the rocks, two cherries. The guy's order beers and a round of shots. I assume two, for the both of them.

I'm checking out the room, it's a little dark, usually a pool room has bigger, overhead lights but I don't give it much thought. There is a large, wooden cabinet, like a dartboard cabinet but much bigger, on one wall. It's gorgeous in a medieval kind of way. It has ornately carved doors, with massive iron bolts and hinges, reminiscent of a castle portcullis. It's very cool. Another wall I see a large, what looks to be a climbing wall. It has a net made from thick, rope, knotted and tied into individual squares. It hangs from two large bolts at the ceiling and comes down at an angle at the floor, held by two more large bolts. Ummm, ok? I don't really get it but, I'm thinking game room stuff. I also notice in one corner a collection of heavy iron candlesticks and candelabras of varying heights. Some are as tall as four feet. No candles just the metal holders. They look old and well used with remnants of melted wax on some of the surfaces. Two of the walls are painted red. The other walls are covered in some type of acoustic foam panels, black, much like soundproofing. I feel the tiny hairs on the back of my neck start to raise and that gives me pause. It's beginning to remind me of an odd chamber of some kind, a little creepy.

Before I can think about it the bartender returns with a tray of drinks, two bottles of beer, my drink and three shots of something. She sits the tray on their table, they whisper back and forth to each other and snicker. He pays her and she turns to leave. She lowers her gaze as she passes me and won't make eye contact. Something definitely doesn't feel right. I think I need to leave.

Suddenly Duncan and Spencer are on either side of me one of them shoving a shot glass into my hand. "What are we drinking to?" Duncan laughs. "How about new friends and playmates!" They clink their glasses to mine. I start to resist, insisting that I should get going. Duncan elbows me and says, "Oh c'mon! Just one shot and finish this game. What harm can it do?" Against my better judgment, I slam back the shot, along with the two of them. What the hell, what's one shot? They hoot and give each other high fives as we get back to the game.

It's his shot and he reaches for the pool cue. As he does, he backs me against the table and covers my hand with his. His other hand is next to me on the edge of the table, and I have to arch my back a little to keep him from being right in my face. He grins at me, grabs the stick and pushes himself away from the pool table. I'm feeling a bit of a panic attack start as my breath quickens. He takes his shot, and the room starts to feel a bit claustrophobic. I shake it off. He hands the stick back to me and for a few seconds, doesn't let go. I feel a little unstable. He releases his grip, and I stagger towards the table. I start to lean over to take my shot, and he is behind me. He slams his knee between my legs and spreads my legs apart as he pushes himself against me.

I try to push back but he has me pinned as he reaches for my head and holds it down on the felt table. He grabs the pool cue and throws it onto the table and with one quick movement pulls my arms straight out in a cross position, I panic. I can't breathe. His face is next to my ear and my ears are ringing. My vision starts to blur and he's whispering in my ear. "It'll be ok. Just relax. We're not going to hurt you."

My head starts to swim. Then the world goes dark.

I hear muffled voices. I can't keep my eyes open. I seem to be floating, dreaming, I think. I can't move my hands, and I'm confused. I try to open my eyes and focus. My face is against something. Where the fuck am I? What the fuck is happening? I can't remember anything. What was I doing? I feel sick. "Hey, are you with us?" I hear a voice from somewhere. And someone snapping their fingers. I can't move my arms. I force my eyes open, and I am inside something, a net? My face is pushed against the net, my hands are raised over my head, tied together inside a net? It starts to come back to me, the pool game, the bar, the fucking climbing net? I'm inside the net and I am hanging from the ceiling? This can't be real. I feel like a trapped animal, and I begin to scream. I am horrified! What the fuck is going on?

I should have listened to that little voice in my head. I fucking know better. No one knows where I am. Don't drink anything from someone you don't know. Fuck. The décor of the place, the weird feelings all the fucking red flags! Oh my god. Is this really happening? I'm a frog. A fucking oblivious frog too slow to realize the water is boiling. I'm terrified. Someone grabs the net and spins me around to face them. It is the two guys from the bar. I am still in the bar. It is dark, there are candles burning all around the table. The table is no longer a pool table but rather some sort of constraint table, bondage table. My heart drops. Oh no. Duncan shoves his fingers into my mouth and tells me to stop screaming. And that they will give me a minute to calm down.

I notice the cabinet on the wall, the large ornate one and the doors are opened. It is filled with many different devices, and I feel like I might faint. My whole-body trembles. There are straps and clamps, whips and things I have never seen before. Leather and metal, vinyl, shiny, long, large, small, so many things. Duncan shoves his tongue in my mouth and pulls the net into himself. The other guy, Spencer I think spins the net to face himself and kisses me. His hands are squeezing my face, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. My mouth is giving access through one of the holes in the netting as are my breasts, I just realize I am completely naked. Hanging like a dressed deer, all my parts completely exposed, my hands and feet bound. I can't breathe.

There are other people here, but they remain in the darkness, quiet. "It'll be ok our little toy," I hear them say "we only want to play with you." Both men are dressed in robes, black robes and they are wearing tight shiny black fingerless gloves. Like driving gloves but shiny like vinyl or rubber. It's all too much.

I feel the net lower, my face is no longer at eye level with them but, oh no, waist high. The two men drop their robes, and they are wearing strappy leather harnesses and leather thongs. I know now that I have wandered into a BDSM den of some kind. It feels like a dungeon. Duncan walks over to where I am hanging and opens the front of his thong, exposing his hard cock. He wraps his fingers into the net and pulls my face, my mouth directly in font of his dick. "You play nice now" he pants "don't do anything that you need to be punished for." He slides his hard dick into my mouth. Pulling the net closer and closer until I am swallowing his cock. He begins to slam my head against his body, pounding his dick into my mouth. The motion of the hanging net becoming a sort of swing as he fucks my face.

My hands are tied above my head and attached by some sort of clamp or carabiner. I am in a somewhat fetal position inside the net. My feet are bound, they are curled under me, my toes sticking out from openings in the net. My bottom is pressed against the netting which I can only assume, placed strategically so that my vagina and butthole are exposed. Suddenly I feel something behind me, and I feel warm wetness against my pussy as someone starts to lick it. They are sliding their tongue back and forth from my vagina to my asshole and then using something, they begin to flick my pussy. It feels like a small paddle of some kind. I don't want to enjoy it, but the feeling is very stimulating. He slaps my pussy hard and I try to jump, the other man's dick sliding deeper down my throat as my pussy is being punished. Fuck, I should not be having feelings of arousal.

My pussy is being licked and sucked as I feel him insert something into me. I hear clicking sounds as I feel my vagina being spread open. And something hard and cold being slowly inserted. Oh my god. I suck in my breath as I feel tiny electrical shocks inside me. He begins to slowly fuck me with the device as Duncan starts to cum in my mouth. The shocking device is pushed in deep and the sensation of all of it, the stretching of my vagina, the electrical dildo, whatever it is, and the hard dick being shoved down my throat, I start to convulse and cum, my body no longer being controlled by me. Oh god, it is overwhelming. I am pushing myself down to take the staff deep into my aching cunt as I suck the cum from Duncan's hard dick. And then it is over. The hard cock pulls from my mouth, the other things removed from my vagina, and I have to catch my breath. My whole body is stimulated, and any touch may just cause me to orgasm again.

The net is lowered again, almost touching the ground as it begins to swing slowly. Someone is under me now. I feel their hands grip the netting and slowly move the net back and forth, their tongue gently touching my sensitive cunt. I inhale deeply, I have no control over what is happening to my body. The tongue is wet and hot and hard as he sweeps my pussy across it. He then raises his head, stops the swinging motion and sucks my clit, hard, into his mouth and begins to bite gently. I explode into his mouth as I groan and scream out. "OH FUCK!" Once again, my body seems to be convulsing. Every inch of me highly sensitive. He pinches my nipples, hard.

The net is then quickly jerked up, higher than before and I am spinning. I can see other people emerge from the darkness and begin to encircle me. I can't see their faces; I only notice their presence. When suddenly I feel hands on me. There are many hands fondling, touching me. Fingers slide into my pussy, fingers are pinching my nipples, teeth biting them. I feel a thick finger start to penetrate my tight anus. There are tongues on my breasts and my wet pussy as they all fondle me. There are fingers and tongues in my mouth. Someone slaps my ass hard; they slap my pussy and my asshole as they lick and tongue them. I don't know how many people are here, male female, I have no idea. I am lowered once again, and my face is brought in close towards a clean-shaven pussy. She pulls my hair and loudly whispers, "Lick me" I do, sticking my tongue out as far as I can reach and shove it into her. She is hot and moist. She moves her hips, swaying as my tongue is arousing her hard clit. I feel a piercing and suck it into my mouth as I suck her. She whispers, "Yes, bitch, suck my pussy".

Suddenly there is something inserted into my butthole, I can't tell at first what is happening because I am focusing on the wet pussy in my face. The woman wraps her fingers into the netting and fucks herself with my tongue as I feel fingers in my pussy. I have the sensation of something in my ass as the fingers are fucking my wet pussy and I start to cum again. As I suck her pussy hard and I start to buck against the finger fucking there are anal beads being slowly slid out of my rectum and I am involuntarily, massively exploding. I am moaning, she is moaning as we both squirt out orgasms. "Fuuuuck!" she moans, "Fuuuck yes!" And I realize it is the bartender.

I don't know how long I have been here. My hands are numb. My body aches. I find Duncan's eyes and beg him to let me down. "Tell me what you want you little bitch" he snarls "if you're good and tell me what you want, maybe I will let you down. But you better be nice,"

"Please", I beg "Please let me out of here and I will be good. I promise not to scream or fight you. I need out of here, out of this net. Please" My pussy is throbbing; my breathing is shallow. I feel exhausted and exhilarated at the same time, my body taking on a mind of its own. I feel powerless.

The net is being slowly lowered as Duncan says, "You have been a good little toy so far. We still have some games to play with you and you will be a good girl, won't you?"

"Yes, I will be good. I will do whatever you want, just please let me down." I say.

The net is lowered to the ground. There are several people surrounding me now. Someone undoes the clamp holding my arms up and they lower them carefully. My arms begin to ache as the blood rushes back into them, into my hands. It is painful but also a relief. I am on the floor, on my knees, my head and hands on the floor in front of me. The net is laid on the ground around me as people back away. I feel someone come up behind me and rub my back, I jump. I am startled and unsure of what will happen next as a blindfold if tied around my head, covering my eyes.

Someone rolls me onto my side, pulling my legs out from under me and I again feel the blood rush back to my extremities. He picks me up in his arms. Carrying me like a child he lifts me and walks a few steps putting me down he lays me back. I then feel other hands on me. They are untying the ropes around my hands as they stretch my arms out and strap them down. They do the same with my legs. I am now strapped down, spread eagle to what I can only assume is the pool table. It is completely quiet, my eyes blindfolded, it is dark, no sound, my senses are on high, and someone tickles my breasts with something. I am trying to figure out what it is, leather maybe, thin leather straps being slowly brushed against my hard nipples and down the sides of my body. My body immediately covered in goosebumps.

"You like that don't you?" The voice whispers "You are going to experience pleasure and pain that you could never imagine. And you will not fight against us. You will submit." He whips my nipples with the thing in his hand. And my body responds as I cry out in excitement.