Author's Note: After a brief respite from my erotic writings, I am back with this work. It's a collection of fantasies compiled into one wild time on the East coast. Be aware that this is not textbook BDSM. Those into the hardcore S&M scene may find that my real-life take on the subject bends some of the rules a bit. Please send feedback and vote when finished reading each portion. Part 1 introduces the characters and sets the stage for what is yet to cum. Do enjoy...
PART 1
Minky Smith’s heels tapped a swift staccato on the concrete as she hurried to the terminal. At last, the long-awaited day had arrived. The silver bird that would take her on her virgin trip out east (virgin because she’d never been out east) was waiting on the runway.
Minky had said goodbye to her husband when he dropped her off at the doors. He’d been clingy, and for a moment, Minky felt sad about duping him. After all, he thought she was on a group sight-seeing tour, and though he’d tried to tag along, she’d made it clear that she had NEVER gotten to do ANYTHING by herself. He’d been by her side since high school, and she needed to venture out on her own. She had promised him, that yes, she would return. Little did he know, though, that she probably wouldn’t be the same person then as when she left.
Now, thinking of what lay ahead, Minky shivered, and tried her best not to let her nerves boil over. She made it through the ticket counter, then was stopped at the search station. She would’ve gotten aroused as the attendant’s hands patted her down, but he did it with such an efficient and bored manner that it wasn’t even interesting. ‘Sort of like a robot,’ she thought.
"Excuse me?" The man’s hooded dark brown eyes suddenly lifted and drilled into hers. She’d said it out loud?
"Oh, sorry, just talking to myself."
"What did you say, ma’am?"
"Well, I was thinking that you seemed rather like a robot. But then, you must do so many searches a day..." She laughed, to make light of the situation.
But obviously the attendant was in no kidding mood. "Ma’am, I’ve been highly trained for this. I hear everything everyone says and I must take it into consideration. You think I’m a robot, you think I’m amusing. Well, it doesn’t amuse me. I’ll have to look into your bags."
‘Shit. No. Fuck.’ Thankfully this time Minky kept the words inside her head.
She didn’t want to cause more trouble, so she followed the attendant to the farthest room and hoisted her bags to the table. She took a seat in the indicated chair and watched in distress as the attendant unzipped the larger of the bags.
He withdrew a leather skirt, four inch spike heels, filmy blouses, sheer negligee, thigh high stockings and thongs. His bored demeanor was gone and Minky watched in growing anger as he pawed through her personal belongings. He held up a choke chain, the very chain that Matt had instructed her to buy specially for the trip. "You got a dog along do ya?"
"No."
"What’s this for, then....you?" He grinned at her lecherously and for a minute Minky considered launching herself out of her chair and pistoning this evil man straight in his crotch. But no, that wouldn’t do. She had a flight to catch.
"Maybe...I’m really not sure."
"Not sure....not sure....hmmmm...she’s not sure..." He mimicked her as he continued through the rest of the bag. Then, "Well, well, WELL.......now here’s some interesting shit! You have NO idea how much I love my job!"
With a flourish, he held up a pink plastic vibrating dildo. "Where are the batteries?"
"In a BAG, which you’ll find if you’ll just dig a LITTLE further!" Minky was fuming.
"Getting mouthy are we? Tell me.....just what are you....some sort of whore? Are you a prostitute?"
"Oh fuck you!! You can go straight to hell. NO, I’m NOT a fucking whore. I’m meeting someone and it’s really none of your business."
He grinned again, that toothy grin that she was beginning to despise. "Oh, but is IS my business. You see, your plane takes off in exactly," a pointed glance at his wristwatch, "forty-five minutes. From all this shit here, I have an idea that whoever you’re meeting might be a LITTLE disappointed if you don’t show. Am I right?"
Minky didn’t answer.
"Answer me. Now, if you’re going to get on that plane, you’ll need to do exactly as I say. So tell me.....who the FUCK are you meeting?" The attendant pulled a chair across the room as he spoke, and the last words were practically spit into Minky’s face.
"A friend...off the internet."
More rauchous laughter. "The internet, huh? You gonna get yourself killed. And besides, what do you need the internet for? You’re way too pretty to be meeting someone off there. That’s for skanks."
Minky didn’t know what to say, so she kept her mouth shut.
He got up from his chair, and dug to the bottom of her bag, extracting two more dildos. "Sheesh. You ARE a slut. How much does it take to satisfy you?"
Minky again refused to comment.
"Maybe I should confiscate these......for evidence."
Minky replied, "Oh, I HIGHLY doubt I’ll be able to kill someone with a plastic DILDO."
"Ahhhhhhhhhh....there ya go. I like it when the prey fights back. Well, we have 37 minutes til your plane lifts off now. What are we gonna do with you?"
Minky knew it was a rhetorical question, and she felt the curls of fear in her stomach. Thirty-seven minutes. That’s not enough time. Christ, she didn’t want to miss her flight. Matt would kill her, totally kill her, and besides, as scared as she was of actually meeting him, she was also looking forward to it. She tried to keep her voice low and steady, but it raised to a shaky squeak all on its own. "Look, ok, surely there must be something we can work out. I mean, I’m not breaking any rules. I don’t know why you detained me."
"No? Because I could tell that under that nice lil’ suit you’re wearin’, you’re a slut. Aren’t ya?"
"Well, I suppose you could put it like that."
"So take out my dick and suck it. It’s already hard. It won’t take long."
Minky was nonplused. "Wha-....you want me to.........what?"
"Suck my dick, bitch," the guy’s voice had lowered to a menacing growl. "It won’t take long, I’m already hard, so get to it. You don’t want to miss your flight and believe me, you’re not leavin’ here til you suck me dry."
Minky’s mouth instantly went dry. Suck some stranger’s dick? God, what if....... "Can I use a rubber or something? I mean......"
"No. Get to it. Now." He grabbed her hair and pulled her forward.
Minky fumbled with his zipper and soon had it down. She could see his hard cock beneath his uniform pants, and then she reached inside and withdrew its length. She stroked his cock..... ‘A nice specimen,’ she mused.
His hand gripped in her hair shook her back to reality, and he forced her mouth down to his dick. "Wet your lips. Lick ‘em. Lemme see you do it. Look up at me and lick. Get lotsa spit. C’mon, lemme see.....yeah, like that, yeah," then he plunged his prick into her mouth and nearly down her throat all in one motion. Minky gagged at the sudden invasion, then she controlled herself and opened her mouth wider to accommodate his fast thrusts. Just when she didn’t know if she could take any more, she felt him swell. She reached up and massaged his balls gently, felt them tighten, and then she felt the first hot burst of jism hit the back of her throat. "Uuuuuughhhhhhhh...." the attendant grunted out his release, his hips moving slower and slower til they finally came to a rest. He withdrew his dick and tucked it away. "That was good, slut. Really good."
Minky swallowed. "Thank you." Then she realized she was shaking. She’d just sucked some stranger’s dick. Oh god, what the fuck was she thinking.
"Get your stuff packed up. Then you’re free to go," the efficient mask was back on, the hooded eyes not meeting hers. He reached the door, "Oh, and I’ll call Matt and tell him you’ll do just fine."
The only sound was the heavy metal door clanking shut. ‘Matt? What? Oh god.....oh GOD.’ Minky’s breath was ragged. She should’ve known he’d test her. Was it a test? Oh thank god that guy was someone he knew. Thank god. She was half joyful, have scared. She threw her things into the bag, grabbed them, and made quick steps through the terminal. She finally reached her gate and managed a wan smile as the flight attendant directed her to her seat.
‘Great, just my luck,’ she thought as she squeezed her way between a stout grey-haired woman with a mustache and a rotund mid-thirties gentleman with a bald head and gold-rimmed glasses. ‘Damn, I was hoping for someone good-looking,’ she mused, because suddenly Minky realized that her panties were a soaking slippery wet.
***
Stephanie Monteray stumbled along the cool cement wall that lined Matt’s basement. She was blindfolded and chained by one ankle to some sort of pole in the middle of the floor. She shivered slightly, the air damp and chilly on her bare skin. This wasn’t what she’d expected.
She’d received instructions from Matt via email, and she’d been looking forward to meeting him for months. She thought he was a bit different, but he seemed nice enough. She thought maybe they’d see a nice movie, hopefully a romantic one, before eating dinner for two at a restaurant and then making sweet love in a hotel room. But that had changed the minute she’d gotten into the taxi waiting for her. Someone was already in it, and that someone had blindfolded her and gripped her hands so hard that it hurt. It really hurt.
She’d been led up a cement path and then through a door and down some stairs. She’d tried to find out whether the person holding her in such a tough grip was Matt, but it couldn’t be. He wouldn’t be that mean. He wouldn’t. A single tear drifted down under the blindfold as she realized that she’d misread the whole situation. ‘Oh God, please don’t let me die," she silently prayed.
That’s when they’d reached what she’d found to be the basement. She’d be told to strip, and at first she balked but the man twisted her arms behind her back and growled something about doing it himself. She’d felt metal cuffs being clamped around her wrists and then something cool was slicing through her clothes. When she realized it was a knife, she nearly fainted. All too soon she was completely naked, but she didn’t have time to be ashamed as her ankle was clamped into a heavy chain and she was told to occupy herself until told otherwise. All was silent then, and once she was sure she was alone, she broke down into heavy sobs.
At length, she finally quieted. Her tears dried on her cheeks and she sniffled. ‘Well, might as well feel what I can...’
She felt around, exploring, but there was nothing but the chain, the pole, and the wall. It was peculiar. She had nothing more to do then, so she sat on the cold cement floor, her nipples hardening with the chill. She was uncomfortable, scared and lonely. "Matt.....where are you?" She whispered shakily into the dark room. As she expected, there was no answer.
