What a dream! Naked, flat on her back, edge of the bed, her legs spread and up on the shoulders of a well-muscled and tanned torso as the young buck rode her from orgasm to orgasm, his hard tool filling her completely! Krissy knew it for the dream that it was, it had reoccurred many times and was a favorite of hers, but she was just as excited by it anyway! It was a good way to wake up, all excited and wet and horny!
However, this time, something was different. As Krissy started to awaken, something just did not feel correct. She felt awkward, but there was something else. Her arms and legs did not seem to cooperate. More, she was cold.
"Wha-what happened to the covers? Oh, DAMN. Ahm, yeah, wake up, pull the covers. Yeah, find the covers, pull them over yourself, Kay."
Then as consciousness more earnestly overtook her, she realized the worse half of the situation. She had a pounding headache.
"Oh God, do I hurt! Damn! And on my birthday! Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
She could tell that it was developing into a migraine. She kept her eyes tightly closed, both for fear that the morning light would heighten the pain in her head and for the dim and distant hope that she could fall back into slumber and sleep this one off a little.
"Ah! Funny, don't remember drinking that much last night. But, this is a horrible one."
Her mouth was dry, with an ugly taste to it. "Toothbrush, must brush my teeth..."
Her throat hurt as well. "...and gargle..."
In her half-awake stupor she knew that her jaw hurt, although the oddness of that did not register. Hell, come to think of it, her entire face hurt.
"No use, there isn't a chance of sleeping through this one. And that wonderful dream is gone."
Well, she WAS still horny. She thought to herself, "Kay, maybe just maybe, you will have to rub one off in the shower this morning. That is, if this damned headache would subside some..."
Before she opened her eyes, before she moved, Krissy tried to think back to the night before. Although it had been a Friday night, she did not remember drinking too much. That was not altogether uncommon. She was past the age when you drank your week away in a club every weekend, even in this college town. Wait, she could only recall having the one glass of wine with her roommate, Carly. They had even had that at home, here, in the apartment. And, as she recalled, the taste of that wine was rather bad. It has been one that Carly had said that she would like. Carly had picked it out. It must have been way too loaded with alcohol. "I must remember to look at the bottle later. And that is the last time that C buys the wine..."
They had been celebrating what Carly had called part of her research coming to fruition, one that she remembered Carly saying that she, Krissy, would end up loving as well. When Carly had said that, and even less now, Krissy could not imagine what she had meant by it at all. Not surprising, she now thought, "Car, geesh, what a strange duck, that one!"
Carly was a post-graduate assistant at the university, as was Krissy. But, while Krissy's field of study was literature, specializing in medieval love sonnets, Carly did research on antiquities, her specialty being ancient Greece. Well, her interest encompassed the entire Aegean area and culture would be the way that Carly would always describe it.
Carly had been doing excavations on the Island of Sappho, of all places, the previous summer, and had gotten back from there only a month or so ago, well-tanned, no blemishes on her face or arms or legs and surprisingly longer limbed than Krissy had remembered her to be before her trip. Carly had been transformed into a lean leggy type of frame. That just went to show, as Krissy though, what a summer in the Aegean can do for you, post-graduate work or no post-graduate work.
Plus, not that Krissy liked to admit to it, but on top of her new long and lanky body, Carly was much more endowed, breast-wise, when she got back than before she left. Car was sporting at least a C-cup, maybe more! And Krissy KNEW that Carly hadn't been beyond a B-Cup before she took off for that summer's digs, they used to occasionally share bras, and Kris would have swum in a C-cup, still would! Maybe it was the constant exercise in the sun that a research dig can be. At any rate, Krissy was somehow a little jealous, what she wouldn't do for an eye-turning pair like those. It might just have gotten her a little companionship from one of the profs or one of her fellow researchers. Heck, maybe she could have turned the head of one or two of those hormone crazed undergrads once in a while, taken a young buck for a horizontal ride now and then.
Yes, it HAD to be the exercise at a dig in the sun all summer!
"I get to go to Merry Old England and rummage around dusty libraries, coughing at the mustiness and the cobwebs, for my research; discuss old and decrepit tomes with even older and even more decrepit men. Carly gets to spend time on a Mediterranean beach! She probably spent much of her time, even when doing the field work, in a skimpy bikini, driving the local men and her collegiate male coworkers bananas with lust."
"Oh, wait... Yeah, that is what I would be doing if I had been there, letting them leer at my golden tanned exposed skin, getting them, and myself, all hot and bothered. And, I would have enjoyed the rewards, the benefits as it were, of that teasing, every evening and with the pick of the litter. But that wasn't Carly's brand of fun. I don't know what it is about her, but I keep forgetting that she bats for the other team!"
Krissy and Carly had been roommates since they both entered their respective post graduate studies programs, at the same time, here at the university, a little over a year back. They were both the same age, 26, their birthdays within a month of each other (actually, Krissy's 27th birthday, as mentioned, was this very day, while Carly's, also as mentioned, would be less than a month from now). They had both asked for assistance in finding a roommate from the graduate affairs organization on campus, and had been introduced to each other and had signed a leasing agreement in very short order. Only afterward did they wonder if they were compatible. Luckily for them, they had hit it off right away. They both were fairly similar physically, well that is to say, back then before Carly came home looking as if she had been stretched and had become unexpectedly though not unbecomingly buxom. Heck, at times in the past, they had even shared clothes, even (as mentioned) bras, they both then being proud B-cups on what had been lean five foot five inch frames. The only real difference was that Carly was a blonde, worn in a pixie cut, while Krissy was shoulder length auburn, which she usually tied back in a ponytail. Both were well versed in and very much interested in pursuing their respective areas of study. They found that they could talk with each other, both on their studies and on their friends and families and on current affairs in the world, for hours without boring each other. Yet, they both instinctively knew, as only those interested in post-graduate work are, when there was quiet time for study and research. Yes, the two of them fit together well. They focused on their collegiate endeavors, yet still always managed to have fun together. Even when Krissy discovered that Carly was a lesbian, Carly having made a pass at her one evening, Krissy did not feel awkward. They had developed a friendship, and thence developed an understanding that the friendship, although close, was all that would ever be there between them. Krissy liked the boys, occasionally had a short term affair (while more than occasionally wishing for more of the same), occasionally bringing a lover over for the night or weekend; Carly did similarly with the gals. All was understood. All such activities was low level, besides, each had their studies, which came first for both of them.
At any rate, Krissy was just starting to attempt to rise from her migraine prison when she heard Carly humming as she came into the apartment. Carly was sounding way too happy while in the front room, and she further sounded as if she was coming toward Krissy's bedroom, merrily humming away.
Krissy turned to face the door in order to give a scowling look at her soon to be intruder. When she did, for the first time, she realized why her arms and legs did not seem to follow her directions. They were tied to the four corners of her bedpost. She was spread-eagle. More so, as she struggled against her bindings, she further realized that she was completely naked, exposed. Confused! Had she been molested? Raped? She became frantic! Why was she like this? Then, in an instant, she wondered if the intruder that had done this was still there? Was Carly about to be assaulted as well? She had to warn Carly to run! An attempt to scream, both with fear and with rage and as a warning, was stifled when she realized that her mouth had been stuffed with a ball gag.
Carly entered the room. Although Krissy did not see them at first, she was carrying two small blue tinted cubical shaped containers, each about 4 inches on a side, each with a top handle, top air holes, and a side latch holding one hinged lid on each box in place.
Carly stopped, tilted her head slightly to the side, and slightly disappointedly saw Kris awake. "Oh, hi, sleepyhead! Dang, I was hoping to get back before you woke up! Oh well, sorry!"
Smiling, still humming, Carly almost bounced across the floor toward Kris. She plopped down on the side of Krissy's bed, next to Krissy's nude, spread-eagled body. The fact that Krissy had awoken certainly put a delay into Carly's plans for the day, but nonetheless, it was probably a good thing. This way, she could explain, Krissy would know upfront, what a wonderful thing that Carly was going to do for her. She could be aware and thank her going into the event instead of merely being grateful afterward, when it is irreversible.
In that short span of time, Krissy had gone from confusion to fear to rage and back a myriad of times, all the time becoming more and more fully awake, her hands almost rhythmically clenching then loosening and her expression moving from hatred to shock and back again, her arms and legs repeatedly attempting to pull from and break from the bonds that bound them, as she did so.
"Soooooo, why are you tied up? Why are you nude? Why am I so happy? And, I bet what you really want to know is when I am going to let you go, hunh? By the way, I brought you some gifts! Happy Birthday, roomie!" Carly was talking in a sing-song tone and rhythm, as she did so she held up the two containers where Krissy could see them. Carly smiled a sweet but oh so mischievous smile, looking directly at Krissy, as she talked. She placed the two containers on the bed between Krissy's splayed thighs.
"Well, silly, let me explain! Jeepers-Creepers, have I got a story to tell you! Love it, love it, love it!"
Carly began to hum merrily again as she scanned the four bindings of Krissy's arms and legs as well as those bindings' ties to the bedframe, fetters that she had personally placed on Krissy after she had drugged her the night before. As she did so, she interrupted herself for an instant, "can't be too careful! I want to make sure that you are safe until everything is completed!"
