Chapter 3 - Pervert Pleasure
Being taped up to the chair intensified my anger and restlessness. No matter how much I pulled, the tape won't come loose, and all attempts to yell had led to the tape on my lips chaffing at my skin. All this while my boyfriend and his whore had been so engrossed in each other that it seemed I did not even exist. I tried shutting my eyes closes, but ended up opening them again. Curiosity was killing me. I had to watch this through. He started kissing her all over her body and she kissed him back. As the intensity of their make out increased, I violently struggled against my bonds.
I was shouting continuously through the gag, asking him stop right away. All I wanted to do is go up there and hold the bitch by her hair and throw her out of the room. My screams of "nooo...stop it." just came out as loud mmphs and grunts.
Thankfully, the noise I made distracted them, and they abruptly stopped. Was it over? Probably not. The woman stood up from the bed, and put her hands beneath her skirt. At first I could not understand what she was doing. It seemed like a stupid, filthy thing to do. But no, I was the one being stupid.
She bent low and pulled down her panties, and out came a thin black thong. She let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it. While I still didn't get the aim behind doing it, my boyfriend got up, and picked up her panties, kissed her on the lips and started walking towards me, balling up the cloth in his hands as he got closer. I looked away from him out of utter disgust, but he held my chin and made me look at him. The wadded-up panties were brought closed to my taped lips and that's when I finally grasped, what the woman had actually intended. I started saying "No. Please. No. Not that." But it all came out as a garbled crap. Taped lips meant no air could escape my mouth, so almost all noises I made from the throat, ended on the edge of my tongue in warped speech. Something like "mm meaaaa."
He ripped the tape from my lips, making me shout again in pain. As soon as my mouth opened, he rammed the wad in. With one hand, he applied pressure on my jaws, and with other he pushed the panties past my teeth, deep into my oral cavity. They were wet, and as soon as the cloth touched my palate, my gag reflex kicked in and I started coughing. But he didn't let go. The big hand remained clamped on my lips as tape was torn off again and plastered, holding the soiled panties in my mouth.
My coughing stopped, and was replaced by angry shouts which came out as mere squeals. Their trick had worked. Stuffing my mouth ensured, that the sound I made, could not be loud enough to disturb them. In fact, from the look on his face, and the bulge on his crotch, I was assured that my gagged screams were turning him on. Using the panties that she was wearing was the ultimate blow to my self respect. It was soft silk, and I was confident that they were wet even before they went into my mouth. It felt disgusting. I wanted to vomit there and then. Ananya Salgaocar, who wouldn't even touch something like this, was holding someone else's undergarment in her mouth. Yuck!