This is my first attempt at writing a story, so I hope someone may like it, and I welcome all criticisms! Enjoy.
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John was a normal guy. At 22, he stood a little under six feet tall, with dark brown hair and pale green eyes. He led a normal life, being a full time student at university. He lived in a normal flat, not five minutes away from campus. He had normal friends, normal family, hell, even the pair of shoes on his feet were normal. In fact, the only thing abnormal concerning John was where he currently lay.
His memory however, was slowly returning. He remembered meeting Katrina in uni earlier that day, he remembered inviting her back to his flat, under the apparent false pretence of her needing the bathroom. He did not however, understand how he became tied down to his bed, completely naked apart from a strange box which covered his manhood. He tried testing the ropes, which secured his arms and legs to each corner of his double bed. Attached within his mouth was also some kind of device holding his mouth open. He could still make plenty of noise, but forming words seemed to be quite a challenge.
"Ah, awake I see" panted Katrina, clearly just in from some form of exercise. Katrina was in the same class as John, and until now he thought he'd known her pretty well. Something had changed within her. The shape of her body remained the same, curvy, but in no way large. Her attire was different, but then again, it changed most days. What had changed he thought, were her eyes. They no longer held the sweet, unassuming look they always seemed to have so effortlessly. Now they looked strong and powerful, almost domineering.
"You're in for a touch of hell today, sweetie" she said with a wicked smile, making an effort to poke his nose on the 'sweetie'. John tried asking what was going on, but all that came out was an unintelligible noise. "Oh, finding it a little hard to form words are we? Not to worry! Soon you'll barely be able to make a sound. As you may have guessed, I've just been a nice long run! Let us find you a tasty treat shall we?" With that she lay across his body, and stuck her tongue in his mouth, giving his tongue a single lick. All he could focus on was her smell, and nor was it pleasant. Rather the opposite, he could smell her even when he tried to breathe entirely through his mouth.
"Mmm" she mumbled as she starting kissing her way down his chest and running her hands up his thighs. He could feel himself slowly becoming hard, despite the situation. Something then stopped him completely in his tracks, as he could feel a sharp object prod into his dick. Or rather, his dick growing into some form of spike in the box wrapped around his crotch. He tried screaming for help, again however, random noises erupted from his mouth instead.
"Feeling the spikes are we dear? Excellent! Well it appears we shall have to silence you, can't have you waking up the neighbours now can we?" Wake up!? He thought. How long was I out cold!? He then heard a faint popping noise, as she removed her running shoes. Ever so slowly she raised her foot above his face, and began peeling her sweat drenched sock off her foot. "Told ya I'd find you something tasty, didn't I?" He then realised what she intended, and started thrashing around as much as he could.
"Now now, that just won't do. Time for you to discover what this little box does." With that she dropped the sock next to his face, and flicked a switch, and suddenly he felt his balls being ever so gently nudged from either side. To start with, it was strangely pleasurable. However, pleasure quickly turned to pain as the nudging proceeded into pressure, slowly crushing his balls. Again she flicked the switch. "See what I can do now? Keep your head still or else it turns back on". Her tone had gone far colder now, focusing her eyes on his. This time when her hand returned with the wet sock, he made no move to move away. She turned the sock inside out and stuck her hand inside. Using her sock as a puppet, she openly mocked him. "Oh hello there little man, I see you'd like to eat me, is that true? Even though I stink and am drenched in her foot sweat!? You do? Well... if you insist".
Without hesitation she entered her hand as far as she could in her mouth, stroking the sock all over his tongue. After a minute, she resigned to just shoving the full sock in. John tried screaming into his new and disgusting gag. This came from her feet... her feet! He could taste her socks, and they did not taste nice. Katrina now flicked a different switch on the box, and then he felt a sharp sting on his cock, which unfortunately made him bite down on the sock, releasing plenty of foot sweat onto his tongue.
Standing in front of him, she started taking off every piece of clothing she had. She removed her running top and shorts, throwing them onto his face. John shook his head vigorously, managing to shift the smelly clothing from his nose, for that was all he could breathe through now. He then saw her in only her bra and pants. She slipped her bra off as if nothing were amiss and simply stood there facing him. John's cock threatened to start growing again, but swiftly remembering what happened last time, he managed to avert his gaze in time.
Katrina then moved onto the bed, and stood directly over his face. "Listen up John, for I'll explain what's going to happen only once. You will keep your eyes on my pussy. The whole time. If you don't, I'll flick my little black box's ball squeezing switch. Understood? Good." He focused his eyes on where he thought her pussy would be. She then started to peel her pants off, easing them down each leg a few times before they eventually dropped down to his face. "Smell good? I hope so, because you're about to experience the real thing."
The time for teasing was over, she simply dropped herself down upon his face, first squatting over it, and then checking his eyes were still focused on her lips, began to lower herself down, positioning her anus right below his nose. She then spread her legs out wide, and started to rub her entire arse up and down his nose. The sweat started to collect in his nose, and it was becoming harder and harder to breathe. Suddenly she shifted off and turned around.
"All right. You've had a shot of my smells, and now I'm afraid; it's time for the taste" she said, her smile returning. She reached down to the box covering his balls and dick, and pressed a few buttons that were hidden from his gaze. Suddenly the pressure on his balls eased, and John let out a sigh of relief. "Don't get too comfortable now, boy. I've set it on a timer. In around 30 minutes, your balls will be crushed beyond repair, so I suggest you follow my commands quickly."
