Day 1
Theme: Kidnap
Story:
see "Abducted by Abigail: Rock'a'Sexy"
Day 2
Theme: Pumpkin
Story: "Pumpkin Picking"
"Why didn't you go out with your friends?"
I looked up from my book. Eliza stood framed in my doorway. I always enjoyed the sight of my RA. She was a big girl but in all the best ways. She was what my friends called a BBW. Her thighs were large meaty drumsticks I wanted desperately to squeeze and caress. Her ass was two massive cheeks larger than my head. Her breasts were massive, I imagined they could devour a man whole. Her hair was a fiery mane surrounding a model's face.
I shrugged.
"I've never been big on Halloween."
She gasped.
"How could you not love Halloween. It's my favorite night of the year."
"Just too old, I guess."
"You're just doing it wrong."
"How so?"
"My room. Three hours."
She turned and left. God, I loved to watcher her go.
I took a deep breath on the door. My palms were sweating and my stomach rolling. I was so fucking nervous it wasn't funny. I hoped my dreams were coming true.
"In."
I opened the door and trembled my way in. I closed the door behind me.
"Lock it."
I did so. She stepped out of the bathroom. Naked. Her tits were painted up to look like two massive Jack O'Lanterns. She twirled around to show both her ass cheeks were painted the same way. All the blood rushed from one head to the other.
"Pick one."
"What?"
"Pick a pumpkin. Whichever one you choose you must worship till dawn."
"Really?"
"Tied to my bed."
"Oh god."
"Strip."
I did so quickly.
"Bed."
I jumped up on it happily. She tied me down.
"Are you going to let me go tomorrow?"
She looked at me as if she hadn't thought about this.
"No. Not tomorrow."
"Monday?"
She thought longer.
"No. Not Monday."
I gulped. I loved where this was going. I loved being her prisoner. I wanted this to last forever. I forced myself to ask again.
"Ever."
She thought long and hard.
"No. I will never set you free."
"Thank you."
"Choose your pumpkin."
Day 3
Theme: Trick
Two women in my life make it a living hell. They both do it in very different ways.
Leigh Childs was the first. My goddess. The woman who I want to be with more than life itself. A beauty with the caramel skin of the mix of her black father and Persian mother and curves meant to be in a bikini. I met her when we were ten. She moved to town with her Mom following the divorce. I was still in love with her at twenty-five. She still had no idea who I was.
I wish that was the same for Jackie Armitage. The woman was nothing but trouble. Most men would kill to be with her. Honestly, I can see why. I was quite taken with her myself when we first met last year.
Leigh was throwing a party for... I never quite found out why, to be honest. I was sitting on the couch in a sea of people trying to work up the nerve to talk to her. Someone jumped onto the seat beside me almost throwing me off.
"Hey there, sexy boy."
I turned to the source of the Jamaican accent. My jaw almost dropped off my head. She had the same caramel complexion as my Leigh. That's where the similarities ended. Her hair was dyed a lovely light blonde. Her breasts were monstrous, gravity-defying. Larger than even the most credibility-straining pornos I'd watched. Her ass was full, hefty, two arms full at least. Leigh always wore the nicest clothes she could affair. This woman was wearing nothing but gold pasties and a matching bikini bottom. Leigh walked with poise. She was crawling across the couch on hands and knees like an animal.
"H...hi..."
"Name's Jackie."
"Mike."
"I like that name. I'm going to be screaming it during sex a lot."
"Ex...excuse me?"
Her hands were now on my leg.
"I want you. I want you all to myself."
She pounced on me, grinding and forcing her tongue deep into my mouth. She was ferocious! I couldn't breathe. She was too rough. I couldn't take this! I pushed her off and ran.
Sadly, that was not the last time I saw her. No matter where I went from that day forward I saw her. She watched me like a lioness and a gazelle. She would call me shouting my name as she fingered herself.
"You belong to me. One day soon I'm going to take you. I will never let you go. You will be my fuck boy for the rest of your life," she would tell me.
"Mike?"
I was shocked when I heard the voice on the other end of the line.
"Leigh?"
"This is kinda sudden... but... would you like to go out with me?"
I almost fainted. It was happening!
"Yes," I managed not to shout.
"Good, pick me up Friday."
"I'll be there."
Friday came and I rushed to her door. I tried not to come across as creepy in my enthusiasm. I knocked. Leigh opened the door in the sexiest little black dress I'd ever seen.
"Hi," was all I could think to say.
"Hey, Mike. I'm sorry about this."
"About what?"
She pulled me inside but remained in the doorway.
"I pulled a little trick on you. I don't want to date you. I'm going on a date with Brad."
"Why would you do that?" I asked, my heart shattering.
"Last year my Mom got remarried and I got a new stepsister. She wants you. I'm sure you'll come to love her as much as I do."
She grabbed my keys.
"Welcome to your new home."
She stepped out and locked the door. I stood in shock as I heard her drive away. Wait, who was her stepsister?
"Hey there, sexy boy."
Day 4
Theme: Bungee
Story:
She took me while I was out for a morning walk. I had my earbuds in and deaf to the world. That had been a terrible mistake. I didn't hear her approach. I remained blissfully unaware until the chloroform soaked ragged was slammed over my face. She gripped me tight against her as I struggled. It didn't last long.
I awoke an old bridge. I tried to move but found I could not. Looking down I saw things. I was stark naked. I was bound tight in thick rope. My arms were trapped behind my back. My legs were pinned together. My body was crisscrossed in a tight web of bondage.
"What the fuck?"
Then I made the mistake of looking down. I wasn't on the bridge. I was on the side of the bridge! A river ran hundreds of miles below.
"What the fuck?!"
I pressed my back against the railing. Female hands gripped my shoulders.
"Help me!"
She shoved me off the bridge! I screamed as I plummeted to my impending death. With a snap I came to a stop long before that, flying back up a little before coming to a rest. I was on a bungee cord! What the fuck was going on?! I slowly rose back to the bridge. I saw the cord was on a wench. My kidnapper helped me back onto the bridge. Then she tossed me back off again.
This went on till sunset. As she tossed my shivering body into the back of her van she smiled down at me.
"We'll start again tomorrow."
My mind, nearly blank from fear, allowed me to ask her one question.
"Why?"
"I'm testing out a new method for breaking a man's will."
"I still don't understand why."
"I don't know. I just like to tinker."
Day 5
Theme: Metal
Story: "Always Wear Protection"
I'm danger-prone. Have been my entire life. Probably always will be. I just assumed it was something I was going to have to live with, nothing too serious. Then came last Friday night. It was my turn to take out the trash at the restaurant where I work. I struggled to get the heavy bag into the old metal can in the alley outback. I ended up noisily knocking the can over.
"Shit."
"Who said that?"
I looked up. Who the hell would be back here besides me? A group of men in tracksuits was loading something into the trunk of a car. No, they were loading a person into the trunk of the car. No! They were loading a DEAD BODY into the trunk of that car! Holy shit! I ran back into the restaurant and slammed the door shut, locking it tight.
"Damn girl, what got into you?" the chief asked.
"The mob?!" my sister shouted.
I shrugged. I didn't really know what to say here.
"The mob?!"
"Please, stop shouting."
"How can I not shout at you? You witnessed a mob hit!"
"Part of a mob hit," I corrected her.
The glare I got told me not to do that again.
"You need protection."
"The police are giving me that."
"You need more. You need all you can get."
The next day FedEx dropped a package off at my apartment door.
"Damn, Molly sprang for the express shipping. She is serious."
Opening the box I found a pill-shaped container.
"Platinum Protection," I read, "the latest in full-body, 24-hour protection. Just open and pour in warm bath or shower."
I reread it two or three more times to make sure it said what I thought it did.
"The bath?"
I opened the pill. Inside was a strange silver liquid. Touching it I swore it was metal. This was crazy. Molly obviously made a mistake. Still, she did pay for it. Why not use it? I ran a hot bubble bath, poured the metal in, and slipped in myself. I sighed in relief and just soaked there.
A pair of feminine hands began massaging my bare feet. My moans shifted to those of pleasure and arousal. Damn, she was doing a hell of a job. My eyes shot open. A gorgeous woman looked back at me. I tried to scurry out of the tub but my body wouldn't move, it was like it was fast asleep.
"Who... who are you?" I asked the curvy, shiny beauty.
Shiny? Yes, she was entirely silver.
"Platinum, but you can call me Plat baby girl."
"How did you get in here?"
"You put me in here."
I looked at her shiny skin and hair again. Platinum? Platinum Protection!
"You were in that pill thing?!"
"Yep, I'm your new body armor."
"My what?"
"I am going to keep you safe."
"How?"
She smiled at my question. She then straddled me. I blushed deep red.
"Very forward I see."
"Do you want me to stop?"
I just shook my head. Smiling more she laid atop me and began kissing me. I hungrily kissed back. Why was I so into this? Her body shifted into a slime-like form and began to cover me. Everywhere it touched felt like she was groping and squeezing as if we were long time lovers. As it covered my breasts my nipples felt her fingers. As it slid over my hips I felt her finger me. I became lost in the pleasure as she covered my head.
The rest of the day was a blur. I remember fucking her in my bed and nothing else. I awoke there that night and looked in the mirror. I was silver now too. I looked like Plat. I was wearing Plat.
"How will this keep me safe?"
I almost screamed when my hands transformed into weapons. I realized only Plat's hands had.
"When threatened I take over and fight for you. If you're hit by anything short of a bomb I absorb the blow, unharmed."
I watched amazed as her mouth moved over top of my own.
"I will be your clothes when out in public and can spread over you in nanoseconds."
"And when we're home alone?"
"We'll be fucking."
I blushed.
