"What's all this about?" you ask your friends. They've been acting strangely all night.
"Just go on in, and have a good time," one answers cryptically, gesturing towards the bedroom door.
You give them all a suspicious look, then open the door. It's dark inside. One of them gives you a firm push and you stumble into the room. The door clicks shut behind you.
Blind, you fumble for the light switch. After a few seconds you find it and flip it on.
And your heart skips a beat.
There's someone else in the room. It's Donna. She's tied spread-eagled on the bed, completely naked. You stare at her, taking in every detail of her exposed body. Her small breasts, nipples hard from the cold. Her trim belly, hips and thighs.
"Mark?" she asks, blinking as her eyes as she adjusts to the light.
"Donna?" you respond. You still can't believe what you're seeing. Donna, girl of your dreams, naked and helpless in front of you. Your eyes drop down to her pussy, shaved but with a neatly-trimmed patch of fuzz above. She instantly tries to close her legs but the ropes aren't long enough.
You struggle to comprehend the situation. It's inconceivable that she's been presented to you as a gift, to do with as you please. And yet, here she is. You feel butterflies of excitement in your stomach and your cock starts to swell.
"Can you stop gawking and untie me, please?" she asks sweetly.
You snap out of your trance. "Uh... oh yeah, sure..." you say. You haven't worked out how to act in this situation, so it helps to be given some instructions.
"Thank God," sighs Donna as you sit on the bed between her feet and start untying one ankle. "When I'm free we'll go to the police and I'll say you had nothing to do with it."
You stop. "Sorry? Nothing to do with what?"
"My kidnapping. Don't worry, I'll say you had nothing to do with it. You won't get in trouble," she replies kindly.
"So, I don't get to have sex with you?" you ask, hoping you've misunderstood her.
"No, of course not!" she says firmly. "Look, I'm told that you've got the hots for me, but that doesn't mean your friends can kidnap me, strip me naked and tie me to a bed so you can fuck me."
Shit — that's disappointing.
"Now hurry up and untie me. What are you waiting for?" she asks, starting to get frustrated.
You sit there, crestfallen. "It's just that it's a bit of a shame, that's all."
"A bit of a shame?" asks Donna incredulously.
"Yeah, I mean, they've obviously gone to an awful lot of trouble to get you here. They're probably expecting that you'll let me fuck you, otherwise what's the point?"
Donna is momentarily dumbstruck. "But... but... but I didn't agree to any of this!"
You think for a minute. "It's all a bit weird. If I let you go then my friends get in trouble. But they must expect that I'll let you go, because they know I'm not a creep who would take advantage of a girl in your position. It doesn't make any sense. You don't think I'm a creep, do you?"
"I'm reserving judgement," mutters Donna.
"You know what?" you continue. "I think you're in on it. It's the only explanation."
Donna gasps. "Mark, I can assure you that I am most definitely not 'in on it!' Why do you think they tied me to the bed?"
You ponder a moment before the answer appears to you like a ray of sunlight through the darkness. "There's only one explanation. It must be a fantasy of yours to be tied up and taken advantage of!"
"Oh for fuck's sake," groans Donna. "This is unbelievable, I literally can't fucking believe this is happening..."
It's a good act, but you're not buying it. You suddenly notice a brightly-wrapped box on the bedside table. Ignoring Donna for a moment you get up and collect it. "Do you know what this is?" you ask her curiously.
"No I don't fucking know what that is!" she shouts. She sounds annoyed for some reason.
You unwrap the box and open it. There are several items inside. First, you pull out a ball-gag.
Donna's eyes widen. "No, not that again! They made me wear it all the way here!"
The second item is a tube of lubricant. You put it on the table next to the gag.
"Oh Jeez," despairs Donna. She starts struggling against her bonds but to no avail. All she achieves is making her tits jiggle around in an alluring fashion.
The final item is a slim hot-pink vibrator. You twist the base experimentally and it starts buzzing so hard you almost drop it. You quickly turn it off again.
You look over at the helpless woman on the bed beside you. "Uh, I guess maybe I'm supposed to use this on you. You know, to get you in the mood..."
"Mark, you're not going to get me in the mood with that thing! Now untie me, we'll go to the cops, and I'll forget about how stupid you're being!"
You have a different idea. "Look, I'm just trying to get the best outcome for everyone. If I can get you in the mood then there's no problem. We can both have a good time, and my friends won't get in trouble..."
Donna groans. "Mark, that's the most fucked up logic I've ever heard in my life. What kind of moron..." Her voice trails off as she notices you eyeing the ball-gag.
"Let's just give it a try, and if it doesn't work, then we'll do your plan," you suggest reasonably.
Donna tugs at the ropes again, her hips twisting and bucking, showing you her pussy and the base of her arse cheeks from many interesting angles.
"Besides," you continue. "We both know you're in on it."
"Argh!" she replies in frustration, her whole body flexing as she pulls hard against all four ropes. Then she collapses back on the mattress, exhausted and panting heavily in exhaustion. The rapid rise and fall of her chest really shows off her perky tits to best effect.
You turn on the vibrator again, this time twisting the base only to the first position so the buzzing isn't as loud. Donna stares at it wide-eyed as you consider where you'll stick it first.
You have to admit, this is a really awesome present your friends have got you. You've no idea how they managed to arrange it, but the chance to fuck Donna is probably the thing you've most wanted in the whole world. It's going to make it very difficult for you to return the favour. Maybe a case of beer. It would have to be the imported stuff, that's for sure.
You start by making circles with the vibrator around one of Donna's nipples. She flinches initially but soon gets used to the feeling of it tickling her areola and flicking back and forth against her stiffening bud. When it's nice and hard, you start on the other one.
"See, you're getting turned on already," you say smugly.
She sighs. "It's just a localized reaction, idiot. I suppose I get turned on by a cool breeze too?"
Whatever — you're no expert on anatomy. You bend forward and suck the first nipple into your mouth while you continue to perk up the second with the vibrator. When the second nipple becomes as erect and stiff as the one in your mouth you nestle the buzzing toy in her shallow cleavage and squeeze her little breasts around it, licking and sucking on both nipples in turn.
Donna's titties are so warm and soft in your hands, her buds so hard and chewable, that you find yourself going to town on them, kissing and slobbering all over them, until they're shiny and glistening with your spit. You squeeze them together harder and the vibrator shoots out downward, leaving a wet trail down her stomach.
"Whoops," you mutter, reaching down blindly to retrieve it. Your fingertips accidentally brush through her pubic fur and flick against her clitoral hood. She flinches again.
You forget about the vibrator for the moment and decide to give Donna a good fingering instead. While continuing to suckle on Donna's breast you gently explore her delicate folds with your fingers, prying her pussy lips apart and sliding a fingertip down her groove to her tight little hole. She's a little damp down there, but not exactly gushing. You rub your finger up and down between her labia, then tentatively try to insert your finger. She grunts uncomfortably so you withdraw.
She definitely needs a bit more warming up. You release her teat from your mouth with a wet pop.
"Mark, think about what you're doing," she pleads.
She needn't worry. You have been thinking about what you're doing. That's why your cock is so hard you could hammer nails with it.
"Don't worry Donna, we'll get you in the mood in no time," you reassure her. You find the vibrator and start stroking back and forth down her slit with it. She can't suppress a moan whenever it presses against her clit.
"You bastard!" she says venomously. You find it admirable that she's so committed to the roleplay.
Donna tries to twist her hips away from you but the ropes are too tight, and it's easy to keep the vibrator in place. After a while she stops struggling. Her pants of exertion are replaced by a different kind of panting altogether.
"Ohhh..." she moans involuntarily.
You shift position down to the end of the bed between Donna's spread legs and shuffle in close for a good view of her rapidly-moistening girly bits. Her little pink clit is now erect and poking out of its hood. Whenever you press the vibrator against it, her leg muscles tense up and she takes a sharp intake of breath. After a while, her pussy is so wet that her juices are trickling down between her arse cheeks.
