Chapter 2: Sacrificing The Virgins
"Hey, look who's awake! Only took him an hour and a half. Now the REAL fun can begin!"
Little did I know what that meant...
Slowly, deliberately, Sherry got up and walked to the left-hand side of the bed, so I had to turn my head to look at her. "Men think they have all the power," she began, contemplating me with a hard look I had never seen from her before, "but really a woman doesn't have to do very much to make a man do anything she wants. Look at you. All I had to do was act scared and produce some tears, and you were all too willing to follow me up to my house. We knew that your chivalrous side would take over... the whole damsel-in-distress thing. That was the hard part -- selling the whole scam. Once I had you here, the rest was easy. Julie and Rachel were hiding in here, and heard everything that was going on in the living room. Once you were unconscious, they helped me drag you in here, we stripped you, and then tied you up.
"Men also think that women don't have the same kind of strong sex drive that men do. Bullshit! Why do you think Julie and I -- and later Rachel - kept chasing after you? We both thought you were so cute and shy and nice, we wanted to just eat you up the first time we met you! But you were so timid and so fucking dense, you didn't get any of the hints we were throwing out!"
Julie then got up and walked to the right side of the room, opposite Sherry, looking at me with a longing gaze and finally sitting down. Rachel crossed her, and was now seated directly facing me. Julie said, in an almost apologetic tone, "I've been with a few guys, but all they wanted was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of deal. I always felt used. For once, I wanted to be the user -- to be able to completely control the guy. It had to be someone I was attracted to... but someone who wouldn't see it coming. This is the 70's -- almost the 80's. Women don't have to be passive any more. They can take what they want.
She sighed. "Why couldn't you have seen any of the very obvious signals I was sending out? That would have made it so much easier!"
(And I was thinking to myself -- although I couldn't say it because of the gag -- "If you wanted me so badly, why didn't you just tell me? What self-respecting guy is going to turn down an offer of sex, even if it's with someone he doesn't necessarily like?")
Rachel, a full-blown beauty of a woman at 18 -- all tits, hips and legs - was fingering herself while the others were talking. She now took over: "Call me boy-crazy, but I'm an obsessive masturbator. I sometimes go MULTIPLE times a day, I so love having orgasms! I fantasize about certain guys -- but YOU have been the star of my show for a while! Every time I see you at the pool club, I get sopping wet. I sometimes have to go to the bathroom at the club to get off.
"One night a couple of weeks ago, Sherry came into my room and found me lying on my bed, playing with myself. I was looking at her yearbook -- you've grown up QUITE a bit since I've known you, I must say! - and she saw that I'd drawn a big red heart around your picture.
"Sherry asked me 'Got a thing for Mike, don't you?'
