1 Previous days
(M/fff, Abd, NC, CB, Abuse)
By Kray Kray20@lycos.com
My DBSM tendencies were always been clear to me, but that evening something
superior exploded in my mind. Something irresistible and terrible... and
wonderful, of course.
I've never been a great drinker, my stomach has always prevented me to
exaggerate. It's a weakness, I admit it. I always need to relieve it quite
before to be really drunk. Obviously, I'm not wholly 'present' when it happens,
because I feel quite bad, but I get immediately better after having emptied my
stomach. Because, indeed, my mind is not alcoholised yet.
This is what happened that evening.
I ran to the pub's bath very sick, and I 'awakened' in the WC cabin few minutes
after having vomited. I felt strange at the sound of all those female voices,
and then I realized to be mistakenly entered into the women bathroom!
I was ashamed and confused, hence I decided to stay hided a little more and to
flee as soon as possible with the smallest number of witness possible.
I don't like to spy female's cackles, but in that occasion the subject became
soon really interesting...:
Female's orgasms!
I didn't know those girls, but just after few minutes I was already able to give
a name to each voice.
The discussion started from an extemporary confession of Mary, the most
interesting one, in that occasion. She laughing said that she needed to climax
at least 4-5 times a day. She usually stimulates herself every day from her 12
years. Still to the present day she used to allure herself each day, because her
boyfriend was not enough for her needs, beside she sincerely admitted he's a
great lover, able to bring her to climax a couple of times every intercourse.
At the Christine's objection "Why don't you find a second lover?" Mary answered
that despite she admitted to be a hog, she was not a slut, and she preferred to
wait and to stimulate her engorged clitoris beside her asleep boyfriend 2 or 3
more times past every intercourse... above those 1 or two of the morning, still
into the bed or under the shower.
Involved in the matter, I even found a little cleft to look through, to couple a
face to each name.
There were 5 girls, all of them so beautiful, and so elegant. Indeed that pub
was an exclusive one, into which only wealthy people can accede. And, as
everybody knows, wealthy people mean young and beautiful girls.
Anyway, I was interested only on three of them:
The first one, obviously, was Mary, the brunette. She was also the tallest of
the group. She wore a dark blue jersey that perfectly followed her chest. She
wore no bra, showing her masterpieces of impudence tits. They are not sized, but
their firmness and their perfect cocktail-Martini glass-cup shapes, give them an
intoxicant look. Moreover the bitch was continuously pushing her slender chest
forward and up, throwing her elbows behind her, as to puncture with her pointed
nipples whoever is daring to stay in front of her. So thin, her elbows seemed
asking only to be tied there. She was an endless living provocation.
The second girl of my interest was Erika. She was the youngest, she was only 19,
and her beauty is that of the lustful innocence. She was a delicate figure, with
bouffant shoulder-long blonde hairs encasing a fine ingenuous face. Looking at
her wide shy blue eyes she would pass for a virgin and saint girl, but a single
glance to her fairly sized tits, maliciously kept up by a pert cup-free bra, was
betraying her real nature. And in fact, flushing in shame, she was the one that
confessed to match with Mary sexual needs. Erika too, I heard, needed to have at
least 5 or even 6 orgasms each day.
It was already a strangeness to discover Mary, but to find together two so eager
girls was a really accident. Indeed I think this was the spark for my internal
fury explosion.
This and Christina's assertion perhaps!
Christine was the buxomest of the group, although she's far to be plump. Her
sinuous arse's curves loveliness is second only to her waist thinness. Her full
and dropping tits are the most interesting man-toys invented in the world and
they are naturally, sure. Her brown long hairs were dropping over them, as to
protect them... even if without lasting achievement, I'm afraid!
Hearing about Mary and Erika greed, showing a sort of superiority Christina said
that, instead, her orgasm experiences were very infrequent and that in any case
she was absolutely unable to reach any kind of real fulfilments from
self-stimulation. But she was only pretending, and she was covering her evident
sadness.
But it wasn't the full truth. After a lot of uselessly more prattles, they all
stepped out from the bathroom, but Christine and her best friend, Lucy, who
lingered another minute, in which Lucy worryingly asked to Christine if she was
feeling good. Christine thanked Lucy, for her care and for not having told to
the others that, in truth, Christine hasn't never been able to reach a real
orgasm in whole her life.
Too much for my poor brain.
Through the pub documents I was soon able to know their three addresses, and in
the months following I carefully prepared their disappear.
I followed their movements, I spied their habits, also their intimacy, having
placed many microphones and also few micro cameras in their flats.
Soon I knew the threes so intimately, that I could verify the truthfulness of
their bathroom confessions, and more over.
In the meanwhile I bought a proper "house" in a country in which a wealthy
person may even buy a deep "privacy".
The house is indeed a vast mansion in the middle of an insulated property. From
the outside it looks like a Mafioso boss hideout, but exiting from it is
absolutely more unlikely thing than penetrating it. It is a prison, my prison,
in which to detain my unlucky inmates.
Uselessly to describe the care I put in the realisation of the so furnished
mansion's dungeon and cells section, simply the top.
Perhaps a contemporary disappear of three young pretty girls that moreover they
knew each other had to be a dangerous hazard, but was the only chance, and I
don't mean to loose it. In two days they vanished all the three, and five days
after they already were into their new home... and life.
They full enjoyed a trip lasted four terrible endless days, tied (rather
comfortably) and gagged inside small wooden boxes, in which they have been fed
with liquids through a pipe connected to their gags.
