The Milf Resort And The Pool Ropes Pt 03 The Abduction

You can catch up with part 1 and part 2 here or on my profile.

Trigger warning: this story contains elements on non-consent.

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While Avery was basking in his new found fame, not everyone at the resort was fairing quite so peachy. Jackie, in particular was wishing that her little fair peachy was getting bruised more often. It had been months since she orgasmed with a man, and barely was able to by herself, recently. The toughest part was seeing so many other people obviously making progress, while she was left unsatisfied, wanting, craving, thirsty but never able to quench it. She was slightly ashamed to admit that she had been taking notes during the presentations as well. This afternoon's exercise left her with a title of winner, but dissatisfaction of losing.

She had gotten ready today and looked quite good. She took extra time yesterday to sit in the spa after a wax and a salt scrub. Maybe that's why her teenage son came so quickly during the exercise. She wore a low cut thong and sexy push up underneath some fairly innocuous clothes. Maybe he didn't expect the surprise. She had barely taken off her top, and her pants were still at her thighs before she heard a sniveling, embarrassed, grunt. She rolled her eyes and let out a disappointed sigh. She even waited a full minute before reaching up to ring the bell. It was the first ring of the contest. The prize she won was 2 hours of spa time. How ironic.

That evening she slipped into a cocktail dress and thumbed through the resort advertisements in her room. She ached for any kind of adventure, and certainly dressed praying that she'd find some. Her son was at the business desk, playing on his computer. She had agreed to let him bring his laptop and headset as long as he participated in the workshops, which... technically he had. She asked him about dinner, which he quickly dismissed with talk of room service. Heaven forbid her little pumpkin need to actually move or unstick himself from his online life.

She walked down to the hotel bar to order some food, but most certainly to order a drink. The bartender was nice, but looked suspicious of the mostly female patrons. After looking around it seemed that many other women found themselves in her same situation. He brought her a shot of tequila and a Mai Tai. She might as well enjoy some rum while she's in the Caribbean. While sipping away the pucker from her shot she heard her inner dialogue coming from two seats further down the bar. "I mean, is it too much to ask to get a good fucking every once in a while?" "RIIIGHT? I guess that's what I get for being into younger guys. What does a girl have to do around here?!" Jackie glanced down to see two women who seemed to be half hour ahead of her. Shot glasses lay in front of them and half eaten nachos got an occasional pick. "Did you see that bitch Victoria coming out after the whole conference center heard her moaning? What a smug little whore." "Please girl, you know you'd have taken that fucking if you could."

Jackie figured that at least she'd make a friend or two while she waited for her food and slid two seats down to join them. They introduced themselves as Kristen and Heather. Together the three commiserated over food and what turned out to be a number of good drinks.

"I about strung myself up on those ropes to invite anyone walking by to fuck me."

"What am I doing wrong here that he wants to play video games over fucking me?!"

"The only better friend I have than you two is my friend Jill!" Holding up her right thumb to make a J, and ticking off her remaining fingers to signify I-L-L.

"I thought this retreat would be good for me, but I don't know..."

"Well at least we've got the 3 of us! Cheers bitches!"

As the night progressed, and as the drinks flowed a little more liberally, the conversation changed from light-hearted fun to something a little more sinister.

"God I wish I could get laid tonight." Kristen said as she glanced around the lobby bar for the 14th time. "I think the first guy I run into I'm just going to tackle and tie down to my bed." she said. But it wasn't accompanied by a laugh like it had an hour ago. In fact, the thought slowly worked through the boozy mind of Jackie until a devious plan formed.

"Girls, I've got an idea. You guys remember that Avery boy from today's workshop? Yeah I haven't been able to get him off my mind since I heard that woman moaning to him. What if we... " she lowered her voice just a bit and leaned in. "..what if we just find his room and ... convince him to help us out."

Five minutes later, and after a brief stop at the lobby desk, they were in the elevator headed to the 11th floor. They knocked on 1128 and luckily he answered. "Hi! We're the conference organizers. We just wanted to speak with you about your prize from today!"

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Three beautiful women stood at the door. "Mom, I've got to go sign some paperwork for my prize today. I'll be back in a bit." But I barely waited for an acknowledgement before grabbing my room key and leaving with the three women. They lead me to an elevator and to another room instead of an office or the convention center. As soon as they walked in, the woman that introduced herself as Jackie went to speak with a boy my own age. She told him that he'd have to play with his friends in the lobby and that she needed the room. The boy gave a small head nod on the way out, but didn't ask too many questions. I took a seat on the edge of the bed, waiting for some paperwork.

"Actually, I need you to stand up for a second." Kristen said. She moved to the corner of the bed while starting to pull up the corner of the sheets. Jackie started to talk about the legal rules of receiving a prize, but it wasn't making sense, and her words were kinda slurred. I could smell alcohol on all three now that I thought of it. Right as she was explaining it Heather walked up right where I was standing. She pressed her body close to mine, her firm round tits rubbing against my chest. Her hands found their way under my shirt and up my abdomen to my shoulders. She pulled my shirt up over my head and twirled it over her head before throwing it down. She playfully pushed me onto the bed with a giggle. I tried to laugh along with her until I saw her hands move to her sides to hike up her dress until I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties. I only had a second of shock before she slid her knees on either side of my body, straddling me. I could see her fresh shaven pussy hovering over me, just inches from my hips and growing erection. She seductively slid her hands up my torso moving both of my arms above my head. Her body was so close to mine, and I could again feel her tits pressed against me. Her fingers interlaced mine as she allowed her hips to lower onto mine. I could feel her warmth as her vaginal lips pressed onto the top of my basketball shorts. She could see exactly where I was located. Just then I realized a sensation on my hands that wasn't her hands. Kristen had taken off the bed sheet and wrapped it around the back of the headboard leaving two exposed tails on either side. The first sensation I felt was the knot of the bedsheet tightening around my right wrist, and quickly after, a knot on my left wrist secured by Jackie.

I was tied to the bed. My arms tugged at the knots, but they held firm. The headboard rattled with every tug.

Ok wait. What is happening? These women obviously aren't from the planning committee. They're drunk and they've tied me to a bed. One of them is currently grinding her clit on my cock, and the other two are circling ominously. But is this THAT BAD of a situation? I mean, this is almost every 18 year old's dream, right? But something doesn't feel right, something feels... taken. I'm ok with this for now. I'll have sex with these three women. I'm ok with that.

Jackie moved around to one side of the bed after finishing with her knot. She slowly unzipped the side of her black cocktail dress revealing a sexy ass thong and bra that perfectly hugged her tits. "We've noticed you this week, Avery." She said. "We all got a little jealous of the stunt you pulled today in the workshop. As we all talked we realized that it had been long enough since we'd had a good fucking, and you seem to deliver." She contorted her shoulders to reach around to unclasp her bra with a small pop. She approached the bed and pushed Heather upright and back. Jackie moved right over my face with one knee on either side of my head. Her sexy low-cut thong swayed in front of me as her hips teased me. I could see her bulging pussy throbbing through the fabric. "I need you to eat this pussy, sweetie." She said right before dropping it on my mouth. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to taste the moist fabric. Her hips ground on my face bringing her sweet slit to me over and over again. She slipped one finger on the side and pulled to reveal her to me. My tongue eagerly touched her skin and she tasted even better than I imagined. Her pussy dripped in response to my lips and I could tell by the frequency of her hip thrust that she was loving it. "Yes baby, eat that pussy. Give me more."

I noticed that Heather had never stopped grinding on me. She pulled my basketball shorts and boxers off, causing my dick to spring up against me. She grabbed my dick and guided it to her opening, rubbing me up and down her to spread her juices onto me. She slowly pressed me into her and a thrill of pleasure raced through my body. She pushed me in deep, but hesitated before getting me all the way in, she paused as if to give herself a break before plunging me as deep as she could with a moan. Kristin dutifully disrobed and found her way behind Heather to knead her small tight breasts.

But then things started to get weird. Jackie was loving what she was doing, but I couldn't take a break if I needed to. I tried a couple times moving my head to the side to get a gasp of air, but her hips and cunt followed me. She was... smothering. I tried to protest, but my words were drowned in a pussy that turned from sexy to vengeful.

What the fuck??! This started out nice, but I don't know about this... I tried to find a solution, but the lack of oxygen and panic slowly setting in prevented me from developing good options. I had to get out of here, but I'm tied down, what can I do? With all the strength I could muster I wrenched my legs and body as violently as I could. This sent Heather sprawling off the side of the bed grabbing Jackie on the way down. Their drunken balance gave me just enough time to whip the bedsheet over the headboard and stand over them as the giggled on the floor.

"WHAT THE FUCK are you doing?!" I surprised myself with the volume, and their giggles turned to tense silence. "Don't you realized that I could report you for sexual assault?! This was all fun and games, but this turned dark real fuckin quick." In my rage I used the tail of the rolled up bedsheet to hit them as hard as I could. My anger and surprise turned to malevolence. I hit and hit and hit, while my mind was clouded with fury. Luckily the bedsheet didn't hit hard, but it was enough to send a message for now.

I caught myself right before lashing the bedsheet across the face of one of the women. Wait. This isn't me. I'm scared and worried, and trying to still catch my breath, but this isn't who I am. They forced me into this, and I won't accept it. I looked down and three women looking up at me with genuine fear in their eyes. Their hands were brought up to protect a couple of my lashes.

"Alright fine. I'm not going to hurt you, but I'm running the show from here on out, got it?" A couple of them whimpered responses, but they didn't seem to get the point. I remembered some late-night show I had seen on HBO. "Call me master from now on."

"Get up! All of you. Get up and line up here on the edge of this bed." This instruction was followed by a quick "Yes master." "Line up your asses right here, face down." I pulled my cell phone out of the pocket of my shorts and snapped a quick picture for later.

"Master? I kind of liked the whipping with the bedsheet."

I showed them that I could be merciful as a master. I whipped one while tickling or fingering the other. Occasionally I would swap to slapping one ass while lashing another. I could get used to this. I thought, and the women certainly seemed to be enjoying it, especially Jackie. At one point in time I reached down Jackie's back and twisted her hair around my hand to give a firm tug. A moan of pleasure told me that she enjoyed it.

The predicament that I faced was that I only had 2 hands, but there were three women, so I commanded Heather to lie on the bed and give her pussy to Jackie. Kristen was told to kneel over Heather's head. I was left with Jackie. She had been most receptive to the pain, and I really wanted to make sure that I returned her "favor" from earlier. While keeping her hair knotted around my hand, I slapped her perfect round ass twice more, hard. She gasped while trying to focus on eating her new friend. I grabbed the sheet to lash her back and top of her ass, harder and harder. I was hoping that her sounds would turn from delight to a whimper, I wanted to find her threshold, just as she had found mine. But the harder I lashed her, the louder her moans got. I finally stepped back one pace with an idea. She was still on the edge of the bed on her knees, and her ass and pussy were as high as she could push them, hoping for what I would give her. I lashed her on the ass lower than I had in the past. I lashed farther and farther down until part of the sheet probably was hitting her swollen lips. I knew it must have been sensitive, but she continued to get louder. Finally I changed my stripes from horizontal to vertical, lashing her along the length of her womanhood. "OH GOD YES!!" she cried. This created a chain reaction in the room. Her mouth moved quicker and her tongue plunged deeper into Heather, who reached down to grab her head, pulling her tighter into her pussy. Kristen also started to grind on Heather's face harder and harder, gripping both breasts and clawing at the sensitive flesh.

Heather finished first, Jackie using her mouth and Kristen stroking her body. Her climax wiggled the whole system, heightening sensation for everyone. As soon as she finished she flipped Kristen onto the flat of her back and inserted two fingers while licking her clit. Kristen's climax culminated with a series of high pitched YES!'s Her voice got shrill towards the end, and he was thankful that it was Heather working on her, as he would have been turned off my it. After she came, Heather continued to slowly lick and pull with her lips, lovingly.

This only left Jackie. "Come help your friend." I told them. With a couple obedient "Yes, master!" They poised themselves in position. I told one to use the sheet, putting lashes on her back, and the other to pinch her nipples. I was able to find grip on Jackie's hips. My fingers could feel her hip bones under her soft flesh. I could use both hands to pull her ass and pussy deeper and deeper into me. I could feel every inch of her as I slid in and out. The lashes and pinching brought intense pleasure and with that Jackie's body begged for me. Her hips forced her juicy cunt into me and her hands gripped the curled up comforter. "Touch your clit." I demanded of her. She released one hand to stroke the crest of her lips. As she moaned more and more I pushed harder. Finally with gritted teeth she advised us that she was about to come. Her orgasm rocked her body and tense muscles spasmed while her pussy throbbed on my dick. The undulations pushed me over my limit and I pulled her hips into me as hard as I could. Sweat dripped down my forehead as I exploded into her, my warm cum filling every cavern that I had occupied. My eyes rolled back in my head as my dick spasmed into her.

The next couple minutes were a blur. The girls had a conversation about... BSDM? BDSM? Something like that. I think it was a conversation about the lashes and pinching. Jackie said it was the best orgasm that she's ever had and they discussed it for a minute. I flopped onto the bed exhausted. I could barely catch my breath and my body was drained. Two women left, and Jackie came back to join me on the bed. She lay beside me and nestled into me. Not as a mother comforts her child, but as a lover yearns for her mate. Our naked bodies intertwined as we talked about our experience. We both apologized for being too rough, but were both quick to forgive. We ended up falling asleep right there on the tousled bed. I only vaguely remember her son coming into the room around 2am, and sleeping on the couch. I vaguely remember thinking about how that would be in the morning.

That was the night I learned about consent, and that was the night Jackie learned about BDSM.