Amiga ISO Collection/AmigaDemoCD2.iso/ASCII/TEXTE/SEX/ADULTSHARE/D/DIANE.TXT

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   It was a pretty stormy night, and the rain was hitting Diane's car
pretty hard.  The clattering was bothering her concentration, but the
cough of the engine quickly drew her attention.  She shivered in the
cold evening as her car wheezed once more and died.  This was not the
perfect end to her summer vacation.
   She was on her way back to school, a sophomore, studying the fine
arts of speech communication, and wasn't prepared for a long wait for
the next available car.  As she got out of the overloaded and overworked
Pinto, she spotted a house across the nearby field.  She began to walk
towards it, and quickly stumbled and fell in the mud.  By now she was
a complete disaster, but that didn't stop her from reaching the house
and knocking on the door.
   It was opened by an older guy, who had the beginnings of gray hair.
"Can I help you?" he asked.  "My car broke down" she explained, and
shivered some more in the cold.  He invited her in, and explained that
there was no telephone service that far out in the country.  He would
let her take a shower, and let her have a bed, and in the morning they
would see about her car.
   The shower felt warm and wonderful.  The streams of hot water flowed
over her body washing away the grime and dirt.  She felt a new woman
as she put on the bathrobe "Dan" had lent her, and collapsed in deep
sleep on the bed.
   She awoke in the morning to strange sounds, and a funny feeling, and
discovered that she couldn't see!  She felt that something was over her
head.  As she tried to remove it, she found out her hands were tied.
Struggling wildly, she discovered that she was lying face down, her
eyes covered by some sort of mask, her hands and feet bound to the
four corners of what must have been the bed.  Now she knew she was
in trouble.
   All at once, the scruffling sounds stopped, and she heard a voice
say "Ok, start taping."  She heard the low whine of something that
sounded very much like a video recorder, and she felt the blanket
being removed from her.  She felt very very exposed, and she knew
she was totally helpless.
   A hand snaked down underneath her and pinched her right breast.
She squealed in shock.  The hand continued to move around, caressing
first her breast, and then moving beneath her towards her cunt.  She
tried to use her body, and to pin the hand, but another hand came
from the other side and she felt her lips being parted as a finger
was inserted within her.  "Stop, please!" she begged, "Please
stop!"  The finger started moving, stroking in, then coming out,
touching her clit.  She tried moving to escape, but the ropes held
her tight.  All of a sudden, she felt the hands withdraw.  The
mostly silent people, whoever they were, untied her hands, and
roughly forced them behind her back, where she felt and heard
handcuffs being clasped on.  Her legs were untied, and she was
pulled to her feet.
   "Now nobody is going to get hurt, and nothing bad will happen
    if you cooperate.   You can start by not screamin."
She tried to think rationally, this was rape after all.  This was not
the pretend-bondage she had been trying to convince Derek, her boyfriend
to play -- this was for real.  Staying alive was more important than
even this issue, so she shook her head yes, agreeing to cooperate.
    "Good" said a second voice, mostly muffled.  "Ok, I got her
     from here."
The second man, whoever he was, grabbed her by the handcuffs and dragged
her downstairs. By the sound of things they had reached the living room.
All of a sudden she heard a mettalic door, and realized they must be in
the kitchen.  The man took something out of the fridge (or put something
in), and she heard funny paper-type noises.  Then, she felt her legs being
spread apart.  Before she could react, she felt each of them cuffed to
a leg of the kitchen table.  She was barely able to stand straight,
the side of the table lodging against the small of her back.
     "Remember, you said you would cooperate..." the muffled
      voice said, the implied threat very audible...
She felt her clit being massaged again, and this time almost felt
herself aroused.  She was really upset at herself now.  Then, she felt
something soft touch the lips of her pussy, teasing her.  She heard the
man chuckle "a little wet there, aren't we..."  She felt the thing,
whatever it was being inserted.  It was soft, yet hard, and mushy.
He started thrusting it again and again, fucking her with the banana,
while she was cuffed and helpless.
   Just as she was beginning to come, the banana broke in the man's hand,
and he chuckled as he ate the remaining piece.  Half of it was still
lodged in her pussy.  She felt her clit get hard as his face approached,
and his tongue flicked out and scratched her clit with a fast movement.
She almost exploded into orgasm as he teased her clit over and over,
and then began to eat the bananna out of her cunt.  Finally, she could
resist it no longer, and her orgasm exploded in a wave of lust and pleasure.
   "My turn." were the only words she heard, and without releasing her,
the man fingered her some more, removed the bananna, and she felt his
hard dick entering into her.  As he thrust, she thought he would never
stop, her back was hurting from being pounded against the table.  All
of a sudden she felt a searing pain and realized he bit her nipple!
Her nipple began to harden, and he continued his game, alternating
abuse with soft saliva circles, all the while pounding into her.
Finally, when he was about to come, he unhooked her legs, and by
pulling on her arms, forced her head down on top of his cock, and
forced her to suck.  Helpless as she was, she had no choice, and
when he came, he came all over her face, and her breast, and the
mask.
   When next he spoke, he said "Don't be upset, this is what you
wanted.  I was worried about you, found your car on the highway,
and the owner of the house let me 'take care of you.'"  As he
removed his mask, she found herself looking into the spent eyes
of her boyfriend, Derek.
   "Derek!" she said half furious, half relieved.
   "Yeah, you always wanted a bondage fantasy, so I thought
    we could make a realistic one" and smiled.
That's when she kicked him in the balls.  Dianeh, Binky to
her friends, takes no shit, from no man...