Chapter 2: A Stranger Plays With Ning
This story is pure fantasy. All characters are, of course, of age.
The inspiration for the chair comes from Fuckdoll: thanks for a million beautiful fantasies involving it.
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Story so far: Ning is a pretty little Chinese girl who has found herself locked in a strange room. Her slight body encased in a fitting, revealing dress, her butt sore and the cords of the cot she's lying on rubbing into her hairless pink pussy, she's been thinking about her grandpa and his attentions to her body. She's also wondering why she's in this strange room...
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Ning started to get a little too comfortable as the cot rubbed into the folds of her flesh. Unconsciously, she was rocking herself back and forth on the thick, rough cords, enjoying the feel of them against her smooth nether lips. She looked around the room. It was unlike any she had seen before. There was a table with many drawers pushed against one wall, and its top was littered with strange instruments. At the table was a chair that had two very interesting protrusions from the seat, one a little bigger than the other, both exactly like what she imagined Grandpa's cock looked like. The rest of the room was bare, except for shackles and cuffs fastened to the walls at various heights.
She got up reluctantly and walked to the table. She was just picking up a big black banana-shaped thing when there was a click at the door and it opened.
She whirled around. A big black man was standing there with an odd grin. She shivered. She had never seen such men in her hometown. All the men she knew - her father, brothers and Grandpa - were just a little taller than her, slender, with straight black hair and slit eyes. This man was their exact opposite in every way. He towered over her, the breadth of him just as overwhelming as his height. His skin was smooth ebony, his hair greying, his muscles thick and knotted, and what she could see of his chest and arms and legs was covered in hair.
"How are you, my pretty," he leered, as he walked towards her. He spoke her language with a strong accent.
"Who are you, sir? Where am I? Where are you from?" Questions tumbled from her as she tried to cover her nervousness.
"Don't you worry, honey. I'm taking care of you today⦠and tonight." He put his arms around her and lifted her easily, as if she was a child.