Outside, Van, Parking Lot, Punishment
I would do it if I knew I wouldn't get arrested. And with that sentence, I felt the mood in the room change. She just sat there not saying anything with a slow confident smile, the kind you make when you have your opponent in check mate in 1 move, and they don't see it yet. Finally responding, she recoils, well it should be an interesting game we should make a bet to spice things up. She seemed to turn away as to not let me see that she was trying not to laugh.
Okay I retorted, your team looses you have to mow the lawn for me. Lol. I said this jokingly not really being that cruel. She immediately responds, and you do something I come up with if your team looses. Deal. She said while getting up from the couch in the living room to go out into the open sun room where the food and 8 other guest where mingling. She didn't really giving me a chance to respond as she left the room, & the not knowing what she might come up with felt a little exciting.
We mingled and ate but as we all watched the game, she keeps making refference to some people not holding up there end of a deal are cowards etc, people that loose a bet should be forced to pay and getting others casual agreement ect.
It wouldn't have made me nervous except that I had accidentaly overheard the group talking while I had been in the bathroom earlier. They seemed to be excitedly collaborating in a hushed tone, but all I could make out where the words; outside, van, parking lot, punishment.
As the game went on her team made an unexpected come back. So, what is your job for me if my team looses. I asked casually while in passing. Who said it had to be a job? She snaps back, leaving me a little nervous. Oh, we will see, I haven't put it all together yet. What? I ask as I laugh out loud. Put it all together? I ask as she is already out the door with her hands full of burgers and chips.
The game finally ends and all 10 of us, 5 women & 5 guys watch my team loose together in the living room. She looks too happy to have won as she excitedly interacts with her friends celebrating her victory. The other women all have an air about them as if they are all trying to keep a secret from me. They seem to more so laugh than celebrate their friends victory. They give me knowing looks as they are nearly bursting into laughter.
Okay, come in the back yard. We all step out into the modest size backyard and she throws me a football. You have to see how long you can avoid a tackle from the other 4 guys, and go. Before I could respond she yells go and the girls cheer & yell "Get him! to the other 4 guys there.
They are after me without a second of warning and with no touchdown zone it is inevitable that I am going to be tackled. After a valiant effort and a few slick moves they pounce on top of me and I am tackled.
After a moment I am wondering why they aren't getting off of me as I start to hear through the comotion the girls yelling out commands of some kind to the 4 guys. They hold me down as they take start to take my clothes off. I struggle but through the commotion and the 5 ladys laughing as they instruct the guys what to do with me, I am simply out numbered and can't move much at all.
They get me down to my underwear and seem to stop. They stand me up by this point and walk me towards the front yard. I am in my underwear and they somehow got me handcuffed behind my back as well. The girls are leading the way to the van in front of the house as all of my efforts to free myself are completely futile.
They open the side door of the van but as they push me inside they pull off my underwear and with being handcuffed behind my back I am helpless to defend myself.
Only the 5 ladys pile in the van with me and blind fold me as they use the seat belts to wrap around my arms and neck holding me in place.
They are hesterical with excitement and laughter as I hear the car start and then start moving.
Their hands are all over me holding me down and with the seat belt straps, they aren't messing around. I feel something else as well, the breeze from outside. The windows must be down!
Tickle him! I hear her command as she drives taking me, to who knows where. Where is she taking me anyway? I think to myself and then all at once, in the midst of this adrenaline filled experience, I remember the words I overheard while in the bathroom earlier; outside, van, parking lot, punishment.
The girls wont let up as they take full advantage of my helpless vulnerability. They are shrieking and laughing as I try to fight them off of me, turned on to the max and terrified of what is to come.
I feel the van speeding around as they taunt me and tease me about where they should kick me out. Lets just kick him out at the next stop light. One comments. We need to drive across town first. They all burst out laughing as we struggle. With every tease of them threatening to force me out against my will helplessly, stranded naked in public, a surge of pleasure and adrenaline, sexiness & cringing embarrasment coktail in my blood stream and overwhelm me with an unbearable sensation...
Their tickling has subsided to caressing and fondeling but I still feel the breeze from outside. Close the windows at least I plead. Don't worry we are almost there, she says from the driver seat.
There? Where is there? I think to myself. Outside, van, parking lot, punishment.
We stop and my heart does as well. There is a second of silence which is the terrifying calm before the storm no doubt and then I hear the side door open and her say, pull him out of the car!
I am flipped crazy when I hear that, I can't see where we are or who might be around and I am not going to let them do this to me! I attempt but with being handcuffed behind your back and blindfolded there is nothing at all you can do.
