Author Note: Every aspect of this story is 100% fictional and all characters are 18+. It was written with the intent of entertaining those who enjoy the fantasy of non-consent sex. Some of the characters and situations would be ridiculous and disgusting if viewed through the lens of reality. Your sexual partners should ALWAYS be treated with respect even when, per their wishes, you're pretending not to.
One note on the story itself: You may notice that I like to leave my main characters in precarious predicaments. This is not done with the intention of eventually continuing the narrative as I have no plans to write any sequels or additional chapters. However, anyone else who would like to attempt to do so has my full blessing.
** Reflected Reluctantly **
"You want to pay me and my girl to sit here playing on our phones, that's on you." The words from a male voice floated to Kelly through the darkness that encompassed her. They carried with them a powerful stench.
"Look, I didn't mean... How was I supposed to know that stuff would make her sleep so long?" This voice sounded familiar to Kelly. The familiarity made her begin to think, trying to match the sound to a face. Thinking made the darkness begin to slowly fade. "Well, if I'm paying you anyhow, do something then. Wake her up."
"Bitch," it was the first voice again. This time it was much more clear. It was definitely a man. An older man. "Go on. Wake her up."
"Whatever you want, Daddy," a woman said in an alluring tone. A moment later, Kelly felt soft hands on her knees. They slid up her bare thighs. "C'mere, sweet baby."
The hem of Kelly's skirt was pushed up to her waist... her panties slowly pulled down... something moist and warm against her pussy.
Out of the waning darkness, colors began to appear in Kelly's vision. A green blur surrounded by blue. In her lap was something shiny and yellow. It moved up and down and, as it did, the moist, warm thing pushed into her pussy and moved around in circles. Kelly heard muted moaning noises that seemed to emanate from somewhere within herself.
"Umnnn... Umnnn..."
The green blur came into focus. It was a tracksuit. It was being worn by a strange man with dark skin leaning against a cinder block wall that was painted powder blue. He stared unblinkingly at Kelly and rubbed his crotch over the top of his green and white track pants with one hand and brought a stinky, smoking blunt up to his lips with the other.
Kelly wanted to stand up and scream but she quickly discovered that she could do neither. She was sitting in a large wooden beach chair, her wrists bound to the arm rests with shiny duct tape. Though she could not see them, she could feel that her ankles were similarly attached to the chair legs, forcing her legs several feet apart. There was something round in her mouth that tasted like rubber and something else stuck to her face keeping her from spitting it out.
"Hmmm! Hmmm!" Kelly impotently yelled into her gag.
"Well, she up," the man said. "Now what?"
Kelly was suddenly very aware of the tingling in her loins. Looking down the length of her own body, past her shapely breasts straining her white blouse and her plaid skirt bunched up around her waist, she saw a head of long blonde hair bobbing in rhythm with every lick of the tongue that was exploring between her pussy's lips. Unconsciously, Kelly's hips rose and fell with every one of the tongue's passes.
"Just let me get this camera set up and we'll start."
It was the familiar voice again, coming from somewhere behind Kelly. She turned her head but was unable to see the speaker. Instead she caught a glimpse of herself in a large mirror, half covered by a gray sheet, leaning against a nearby wall.
Despite the duct tape over Kelly's mouth, she could see the clear expression of fear and alarm on her own face in the reflection. But it was impossible to ignore how red her cheeks were, nearly matching her amber hair that was pulled back into two ponytails. Her cheeks had only ever got that way the few times in the past when her vibrator had successfully brought her to orgasm.
"Okay, bitch," the man said. "That good for now."
The blonde head rose out of Kelly's crotch. Though she was relieved, shamefully, a primal part of Kelly ached for the tongue to return and finish the job. She had been on the edge of cumming.
The blonde sat back and Kelly was able to get a good look at her. She wore dark green lipstick to match her heavy eyeshadow and a tight black choker around her neck. Though her cheeks were a little sunken and lines creased her face, Kelly could see that she wasn't really all that much older than she was. Maybe even just a year or two at nineteen or twenty. Her straight yellow hair rested on the shoulders of her faded red leather jacket. She gave Kelly a wry smile and then used one of the jacket sleeves to wipe her mouth as she stood up. Under the jacket, she wore a black bikini top with a tight black leather skirt below that.
Kelly looked past the blonde to her surroundings and suddenly remembered where she was and how she had gotten there.
As a senior classman at Central Catholic High School, Kelly had been allowed to volunteer as an "office helper", allowing her to easily steal the only copy of the key to a rarely used storage room in the school's basement. It was roomy and had plenty of natural light streaming in from several barred well windows. For the last few months she and her boyfriend, Bo, had used it as a secret "make out room". They had thrown several old gym mats on the floor and even snuck in the large wooden deck chair that she was currently bound to. In between sessions of exploring each other's bodies, they would talk about how ridiculous it was that, despite being eighteen, they still had to sneak around and how great it would be in a few months when they were both freshmen at the same college.
In fact, the last thing Kelly had remembered was skipping class to slip down to meet up with Bo in their room. He had been acting strangely and avoiding her for several days then, out of the blue, he texted her to arrange the meeting. She had worn her hair just like he preferred and put on his favorite super-soft, white bikini-cut cotton panties in anticipation. They were the only two items she was free to choose outside of her usual school uniform: white button up short-sleeved blouse, red plaid skirt and white knee-high socks.
"So I'm going to film but we need to make it look like she's enjoying it," right before the speaker had walked around into her sight line, Kelly finally realized who it was: Marco. He was Bo's best friend and the school quarterback. Bo played offensive tackle in front of him. Or did before their last game of their high school football careers months ago.
Kelly had always felt that Marco was creepy. He had a long running habit of saying inappropriate things to Kelly though Bo usually just laughed them off as jokes. But the last time, when he had told Kelly that his "dick was the right size for her ass", Bo stepped in and made him apologize.
"So what you trying to do?" The man asked. He took another long toke from the blunt then handed it to the blonde.
"This... cunt has convinced my friend to go to school with her in fucking Michigan," Marco explained. "He's the best left tackle in the county and I need him to go to Texas with me so I don't get killed."
"Okay, great. So I'll ask again, what you want me and my bitch to do?"
"I created a secret Friend Face profile for her and made sure that he 'accidentally' happened across it," Marco said. "He thinks she's planning on meeting some kinky couple for a three-way. I just need photos and video of her 'having fun' in their special spot for him to see."
"So you want to film us all fucking, right?"
"The trick will be doing it without making it obvious that she's not into it."
"Mnooo..." Kelly objected into the gag.
The man in green shook his head and laughed to himself as he took the blunt back from the blonde.
"Ain't got to be complex. You said door's locked? And no one can hear, right?"
Marco nodded his head.
"Well then, you just got to tell a bitch what's up."
