Neighborly Nightmare - part 1 - Devin attacks the Cat.
By Kimmie Cat,   KimmieCat3@aol.com
A single girl learns about the 3 R's  rope, rape, and revenge 


Prologue

Something happened to me awhile back that's been bothering me a lot lately and
I thought that maybe I should....well, "get it off my chest". I suppose that
might be a poor choice of words, but I figured if I told someone else, then
maybe I wouldn't feel so weird about what happened.

I know that at first, you're going to think I was a real wimp for allowing
that sadistic little bastard, my 24 year old apartment neighbor, to do all
those things he did to me. You'll probably be wondering why I didn't just go
straight to the police after the first attack. I never should have strolled in
front of him. It just gave him some nasty ideas about what he could do with a
girl like me. It's still hard for me to admit, but yes, I let him rape me
twice.... and the second was worse that the first. I'm still not really sure
if the guy was psycho or just a first class jerk.

But mine will be a story of redemption. I've read so much about the strong
girls, the heroines who easily dominate their male adversaries and I felt like
I had let them down. I was just ‘ordinary' Kimmie. That's why I didn't run and
tell. Why yell out to the world, "I'm a weakling!" No, I was angry, gut
wrenching angry.... and I wanted to be like the Amazons who crush the men and
win every time. I'm not saying that all men are evil, but this one sure was.

So I hope you'll give me a chance to explain myself. Understand that I'm not
looking for your sympathy or even an ounce of respect . To recount every
excruciating detail of my humiliation is painful..... so let's talk about my
plan for revenge. Because people like me can change. A girl can regain her
self esteem. I can't do it by becoming ‘Super' Kimmie. I'm not as strong as
some other girls. I just need to summon up a little courage face my fears, and
in the end......well, I want to really take care of that little son of a bitch
something awful. He was my neighborly nightmare. Maybe I can be his.

Part 1 – ‘Devin attacks the Cat' (This is where I learned to hate fishing and
vegetables.) Part 2 – ‘Attack in the Shower' (I'll never watch another Alfred
Hitchcock movie.) Part 3 – ‘The Cat Strikes Back' (So this is why Amazons have
so much fun?) Part 4 – ‘Emasculation' (Hmmm... I wonder what would look good
on my trophy shelf?)

"NEIGHBORLY NIGHTMARE ONE.........THE FIRST ATTACK"

CHAPTER 1

I live a townhouse type apartment complex and most of the units have a first
floor entry. Most people think that a single girl shouldn't live on the first
floor because it isn't safe, especially when you have a sliding glass door
opening to a patio. But our complex is mostly young singles like me and I kind
of figured that we're all neighbors and everybody sort of looks out for each
other.

I had always thought that my physical features were an asset and I never
thought that it could lead to getting me into the kind of trouble that it did.
I don't mean to say this as bragging at all, and I guess it's a lot better
than being homely looking and not getting any dates. Some of my friends have
compared my body to the calendar girls which is fine, but I'm not really
fishing for compliments. It's just me. I'm 24 years old; I have dark blonde
hair that falls down to my shoulders.... and blue eyes. I'm 5 foot 6" and
weigh 125 pounds. My hips and waist are very slender, but firmly toned because
I work out a lot at the fitness center.

My breasts are not as big as some girls, but they look bigger on me because
they're young looking (the guys say ‘perky')....I mean they protrude almost
straight out with no sag at all. This allows me to go bra- less most of the
time when I'm not at work. Most guys really get turned on seeing the outline
of my nipples in my jockey top or T-shirt and I think it's very sexy and
feminine too....but I guess that's just one of the things that helped get me
into trouble.

I know that guys liked to stare at me when I walk by sometimes... especially
when I'm not wearing much... and to be frank, I kind of enjoy the attention. I
guess maybe because it's fun to be popular. Pretty vain, huh? But I thought I
was doing them a favor by parading in front of them, even though I didn't
necessarily want to meet them. Well, anyway.... that's the way that I looked
at it. Some people said that I was being a "tease" when I did this, but I just
laughed and said that it's perfectly harmless.

There was a guy at our complex that liked to grill out a lot on his patio and
I know he'd always look for me when I was coming or going, you know, just to
stare out of the corner of his eye. He lived at the other end of my building
so I figured I would humor him. A lot of times I would walk around to my door
the long way just so I could parade in front of him and give him his little
thrill. It was so weird because he never said "hi" or anything....I just kind
of figured he was really shy or maybe afraid of girls.

My real trouble started one Saturday night around 8 o'clock. I was "between"
boyfriends at the time and I figured I would just call up one of my
girlfriends and go bumming around or something. I was in my bedroom brushing
my hair in front of my vanity which had a tri-fold mirror....the kind that
folds so you could also see the sides and part of the back. It was pretty warm
that evening and I wasn't wearing much...... just a skimpy pair of denim cut
off shorts, and my old boyfriend's striped long sleeve dress shirt. I liked
wearing a man's shirt sometimes because it was loose and baggy on me and the
cotton felt very comfortable. The shirt-tail hung down loosely over my cutoffs
so you could hardly tell if I had anything covering my butt at all. There were
also white sport socks on my feet at the time, but no shoes. And naturally, I
went bra-less.

As I continued brushing my hair, the images of my hands in the tri-fold mirror
fluttered about and I paid no attention to what appeared to be an extra set of
hands moving around and forward under my armpits. There were so many multiple
images in this kind of mirror that I continued brushing even though these
extra hands in the mirror seemed strangely unlike mine.

Then it happened. The two extra hands stopped and clamped firmly upward onto
my breasts. I could feel the thumb and index finger of each hand slide across
my shirt and pincer down on my nipples through the material. My jaw dropped in
utter shock. My eyelids pealed back in total terror. I swear my heart stopped
beating for several seconds. Then it raced, pounding so loudly that I thought
it would explode right out of my chest. A tingling chill shot right up through
my spine and my lungs sputtered, taking quick little breaths and I couldn't
even talk. My muscles just froze.

The stranger's body pressed closely behind mine. I had never had so much utter
fear in my entire life. Then his mouth slid over next to my left ear, and with
an ominous whisper he said to me, "Hellooooo there, sweetness......"

I quickly turned around , pushing myself away from the intruder. "WHAT THE
HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BEDROOM?!!" I screamed.

"Hey, relax Kimmie....remember me? I'm Devin......We're neighbors!"

I looked at him puzzled, "How did you know my name?"

Devin rolled his eyes. "Oh, Duhhhhhh....It's right on your mail box. I just
thought I'd drop by and say hello......After all, uh........ I know you want
me. " He shrugged his shoulders and smiled sheepishly.

I tilted my head, still puzzled. "What are you TALKING about?!!"

"Look, Kimmie.....you really don't need to keep pretending when it's so
obvious. Hey, I'm not stupid....I can read the signals....You live on the east
side of the building and I live on the west. So almost every day lately,
you've been walking all the way around my side of the building just so you
could parade your gorgeous bod in front of my view and try to catch a glimpse
of ME out of the corner of your eye.! Hey, c'mon.....you know you can't deny
it!"

I stared at him blankly. My heart started beating more rapidly again. ---- Oh
shit! What do I do now? I knew he was partially right but I could never admit
that to him. .....I swallowed hard and answered....."Look, Devin,....I'm
really not sure what you saw or what you thought, but it really isn't LIKE
that."

"Kimmie," he argued, "Can't you just give me chance to show you that we can
really have a great time together? Sorry about the surprise entry. ...I didn't
really mean to startle you like that....but I just want you to realize that
I'm not like the other guys. I know how to treat a girl right. We can do a
bike ride, a walk in the woods, or maybe just come over to my place and we can
start up a barbecue..And when it comes to cuddling.....well, I don't want to
brag, but I'm just about the best there is....I can make you feel like a real
woman, Kimmie......So what do you say? ....Sound interesting?"

Devin smiled at me like a lonesome puppy . I took a deep breath, feeling a
little more at ease now....I sure didn't appreciate anybody sneaking up on me
like that....but maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all. I finally allowed
myself a little smile back and started walking toward the door leading out of
the bedroom .....and I motioned for my guest to follow. "Yes, Devin....it does
sound interesting....Now I'm a little bit busy tonight, but how about if I
take a rain check on it....and we can get together at another time, okay?"

As I held the door open for him, Devin faced me, nodding his head. He smiled
and replied, "Surrrrrrrrrrrrre,.... why not?"

I now felt totally at ease with my neighbor. I let my guard down and even
giggled a little. And that's when Devin grabbed both of my wrists suddenly as
he faced me and pulled them up behind my back in a double hammer lock. At the
same instant, he kicked the bedroom door shut with his left shoe and pushed my
body up against the wall. I know I wanted to scream out but my surprised
reaction was too slow. Even as I tried to let out my first sound, he firmly
planted his open mouth over mine and stuck to this "leeching" embrace as I
struggled to turn my head away.

"Hmmmmmmmmmphhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"....My voice was muffled. This couldn't possibly
be anyone's idea of a kiss when all it really felt like was mouth to mouth
suffocation.

As his tongue pried against the underside of my upper lip, Devin was now able
to secure both of my wrists with one hand....and with his right hand now free,
he brought it forward and began pawing and groping for my left breast through
the shirt, alternately pressing upward in circular motions and then squeezing
on my nipple. It made me jump and I let out little "squeaky" sounds but I was
no closer to breaking free of his very intense grip.

Being leaned back, I could do nothing with my white stockinged feet to defend
myself and Devin was able to take advantage of this by wedging a knee between
my legs.....then driving it upward pressing into the crotch of my denim
shorts. The force of his knee made me stand on my tip-toes and he began
rubbing his knee back and forth in my crotch.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmfffffffffff!!!!!!!" I tried to scream again. What must have
been in reality only about 20 seconds seemed like an eternity. Then...as
suddenly as he had grabbed me, he broke away and then stood before me with
outstretched arms and a huge smile. A smile after THAT?! I was positively
outraged by his arrogance. Shit! He looked like he was standing there waiting
for me to thank him!

"See, Kimmie....I told you I could---

---SLAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP---......."YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!"

My anger was nearly uncontrollable. I had never in my life hit anyone in the
face that hard and it certainly wiped that stupid grin off of Devin's face. I
raised both my fists and screamed at him again..."GET OUT OF MY
BEDROOM!!....GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT!!....GET OUT OF MY LIFE!!!!!"

I knew I must have hit Devin pretty hard. He was holding one hand up,
examining a slight trickle of blood that shown near the edge of his lip.
Though his attention was still focused on me, he totally ignored my three
demands. ... and I could see his features changing . Now, instead of a
sporting a grin, a horrifying scowl crossed his face....his eyebrows bent
inward....his teeth gritted....and his eyes pierced me with a look of
contempt. "That wasn't very nice, Kimmie," he said, while slowly waving a
finger at me.

CHAPTER 2

I can't remember exactly when my own emotions crossed the line from great
anger to great fear, but at that particular moment, I knew only one
thing.....I was scared shitless.

One of my biggest problems that day was the fact that Devin kept surprising
me. I turned around quickly to open the bedroom door to make my escape. But
before I could get it open far enough, he forcefully slammed it shut again.
Then he raised his right fist as if to ready a blow to my head.... and I
cowered, holding my hands up in front of my face. But this time, his movement
was meant only to fake me out. Instead, Devin curled the fingers of both his
hands inside the front of my shirt between the buttons.

----RRRRRiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiPPPPPPPPPPPPPP !!!!!!!!!!!!-----

The six buttons sprung off my chest like a row of exploding popcorn and landed
on the floor. Devin yanked the two sides up and draped them over my shoulders,
fully exposing my breasts to his leering eyes. For an instant I just froze and
gasped for air..... my mouth hung open.....I couldn't believe he did what he
just did. My face turned crimson red in total embarrassment.

As I tried using my hands for cover, Devin just chuckled , pointing a finger
at my bare boobs....."Heh, heh, you ought to try sewing those buttons on a
little tighter, Kimmie.....hmmmm....Nah, on second thought, don't
bother....You really don't look that good in mens' clothes anyway."

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!!!" , I screamed at him.....and once again, I crossed
back over the line from fear to anger. I lunged at Devin, swinging my fists
wildly and trying to kick his groin with my stockinged feet. But this time
Devin was ready for everything I could throw at him. He easily blocked my
punches and turned aside from my kicks.

But then he also fought back, if you want to call it that. Every time I swung
he hit me back with a little tiny baby slap.....to my face, to my breasts, to
my butt.....--Hell! He was TOYING with me! I got so frustrated.....All those
hours spent working out and taking self defense classes were worthless against
a much larger male opponent who didn't want to co-operate. Devin kept poking
at me, backing me up into a corner and I just tried to defend myself.

"So what was that you called me, Kimmie?", he asked. "You know, you're being
very rude tonight."

"I'M RUDE?!!!" I yelled back at him, almost in tears. "You say that I'M
RUDE?!!!"

Devin grabbed a fistful of hair from the back of my head and jerked my face
close to his, so that he could look down at me. "Rude and selfish", he
answered....."Maybe it's about time that somebody taught you some manners."

"OW!! Let go!! You're hurting me!! STOP IT!!!"

My worries increased when I saw Devin take the hairbrush I was using off my
dresser stand with his other hand. And he pulled my head near him again.

"You know what your problem is, Kimmie?", he asked me, waiting to supply his
own answer. "You need a major attitude adjustment.....and I think I need to
give you something your daddy should have given you when you were twelve years
old."

I tried desperately to pry his hand off the back of my head and even tried to
scratch his arm with my nails. But he was very determined to hold on. He bent
my head way down, and after grabbing one of my arms, he had too much leverage
for me to counter. I was led (actually dragged) halfway across the room to the
foot of the bed , screaming the entire way. But no one else could hear me, as
my bedroom was situated toward the brick end of the apartment.

"SHIT!!! NO!!....Let go of me!!....LEMMEEGOOO!!!....STOPPPPPPPPP IT!!!!!"

Devin ignored my pleas and sat down on the end of the bed . He pressed
forcefully against the back of my head and neck while pulling down my arm. I
struggled to remain in an upright position but he used his right foot to trip
up my stockinged feet..... and I fell abruptly onto his lap, buttocks up. My
bare breasts still hung out of my shirt just beyond but snug against his left
thigh.

"Oh god, no.....please.....DON'T DO THIS TO MEEEEE!!!!"

I thrashed my legs wildly, trying to wiggle free, and tried to hit his legs
with my fists.

"I wish you didn't need this, Kimmie," Devin lamented.....But he raised the
hairbrush anyway..... and with a wisk of air, he brought it down.

-----WHAAAACCCCKKKK!!!---

"OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!....oh oh oh..........oh please, stop, it hurts"

-----WHAAAACCCCKKKK!!!--------WHAAAACCCCKKKK!!!---

"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!.....oh no no no no no." I was shaking my head.
Tears were welling up in my eyes. Devin was hitting me hard, and even through
the denim shorts, my poor ass stung sharply.

"Are you getting the message yet, Kimmie?"----- WHAAAACCCCKKKK!!!---

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!.....Please stop, Devin.....Please....It hurts so
bad...." What was worse, though, was the humiliation.....being turned over his
knee and having my bottom paddled like a naughty child. I felt so ridiculous
squirming on his lap and kicking my feet and crying.

Devin paused for a moment. "You know you've been a bad girl, Kimmie....Are you
ready to apologize now?"

The tone of his voice was so condescending that I just couldn't stand him
talking to me that way......"GO TO HELL!!!", I screamed at him through my
tears.

"Oh, dear, dear," Devin groaned, shaking his head....."What must we do to get
through to you?.....hmmmm."

I then felt the bottom ends of my denim shorts being yanked forward toward the
pockets. This left my cheeks partially exposed and I could feel Devin drawing
light little circles around my raised bare flesh with the end of the
hairbrush. For a split second, this tickled me. But I knew what was coming.
"Oh, no no no ...PLEASE STOP!!....NO!...Don't hit me THERRRRRR!!!!!" [yeh,
right....like he was really gonna listen to me]

-----WHAAAACCCCKKKK!!!---

"OooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooH" .....A shot of white hot pain
pierced through my body and I could barely catch my breath. My lips quivered
and my voice was weak. --Sniff---I'm..I'm sorry, Devin....I'm really
sorry.....oh p-please no more spanking...--- Sniff--- please no more...."

Devin rested the hairbrush lightly on my butt and demanded more of a response.
"And just WHAT are you sorry for, Kimmie?"

---Sniff---...I'm...I'm sorry that I hit you.....and, and I'm sorry that I
called you bad names...."

"Isn't there anything ELSE that your sorry about?"

---Sniff---and I'm sorry that I teased you when I walked past your room all
those times..." Again, I could feel the hairbrush being rubbed very lightly in
circles around my bare cheeks.

"Who do you love, sweetness?", he posed another question.

My resistance broke.....and I cried because I knew I couldn't take another
swat. "I love.....I love you, Devin."

Devin straightened his legs and rolled my whole body down onto the floor with
a thud. I sat up next to his feet and pulled the shirt back over my bare
breasts. My butt still twinged badly from the pain. I was still very afraid
and I glanced up at him to see if he had laid down the hairbrush yet. His left
hand began to stroke my hair. Any touching he did now made me extremely
nervous.

Devin's voice returned to slow, soothing tones...."I'm glad you understand how
I feel now, Kimmie.....because I really don't want things to be this way
between us.....Maybe some day you'll even thank me for doing that...."

I kept my thoughts to myself this time. [Oh yeh, right, Devin....you know you
really ARE a fucking bastard]

".....and ya know, Kimmie.....but for now, why don't we just forget your whole
little problem even happened.....I'm willing to forgive you, Kimmie. And I
think if you try hard, you can still be a good person....Why not have both of
us try to start fresh with a real friendship."

Devin bent down and put an arm around my shoulder and smiled. His phoniness
made me want to puke. "I'm sure we could have a lot of fun together," he
continued. "All it takes is communication, and I think we've got that
now.....So what do you say, Kimmie?.....Time to kiss and make up?....." He
offered out his hand to mine. "Ok, you don't have to kiss me, but you sure
look like someone who could use a hug."

[yeh, well what I really could've used was a gun] But what do I do now? This
guy was so unpredictable and I was afraid to make him mad again.....so I took
his hand and tried force a smile.

He helped me up and gave me a warm embrace. I was nervous. I hated his touch
and just wanted to leave.

"Yeh..... that's my girl," he cooed, while gently squeezing me and patting my
rear end.

I was resting my chin on his shoulders. He couldn't see me roll my eyes in
disgust as his patting turned to massaging. His hands roamed up and down my
thighs and circled with steady force around my sore butt.

"There, there, sweetness.....does that make your little rump feel better now?"

I wanted to strangle him......Now his fingers edged up beneath the bottom of
my shorts and began to make their way under the band of my panties. It seemed
that every time he got near me, he had to put his hands all over my body. I
shuddered and started breathing harder. My heart was beating
faster......Somewhere down there, his middle fingers met each other and I
could feel his hands beginning to separate the crack in my ass.

I swallowed hard. And then the instinct of panic took over. I burst away from
him and flew across the bed to the other side of the room next to my night
stand. I picked up the phone.....a dial tone..."Yes!"...I punched the
numbers....9-1-1...."Yes, please answer!"

But to my horror, the line was dead. I quickly turned around and saw Devin
standing there twirling the other end of the phone line in his hand which he
had pulled from the wall.

The smile left his face and was replaced once more, by a look of contempt. "Ya
know, sweetness...." , he remarked curtly, "I've got a feeling you just tried
to betray me."

I dropped the phone and stared at Devin. My voice let out a tiny squeak...."oh
shit".

"You sneaky little bitch! What the hell am I going to do with you?!"

Devin blocked the path between me and the bedroom door. He grabbed the back of
my hair again and turned my head so that we faced each other nose to nose. I
was petrified with fear.

"You would turn me in after all I've done for you?!," he lectured. "You told
me that you loved me!"

My voice quivered....."But I only said that because I thought you would hit
me."

Devin looked shocked. "I wasn't going to hit you.....not when you tell the
truth.....But you've got to understand that it's not enough just to SAY you
love me.....You've got to PROVE it!"

[Oh my god, he's playing mind games with me]

"But now I think it's pretty obvious, Kimmie, that you're going to need some
strong guidance."

I wasn't quite sure what that meant but I could see Devin starting to slide
the belt off from his pants. And I pleaded, "No, Devin, please...no....DON'T
HIT ME AGAIN!!!"

But instead of using the belt as a weapon, he forced me to bend down and he
grabbed my right wrist.

"What are you doing?!" I asked with alarm.

Devin didn't answer. He wrapped the belt around my wrist and fastened it
tightly to the left bedpost, near the pillows. (left as you look at the
pillows while standing at the foot of the bed)

I yanked back against the tether but that only seemed to make it tighter.
"NO!! STOP IT!! STOP IT!!! LET ME GO!!!", I protested.

"Lay down!" he ordered.

When I refused, he put his arms around my waist and started to unbuckle the
braided belt I had on around my denim shorts. I struggled against him, but
with only one hand free now, I wasn't strong enough to push his hands away and
he whipped my belt out of the loops in one quick motion.

"I said, LAY DOWN!!" This time, Devin put his hands on my shoulders and shoved
me roughly onto the bed.

My shirt draped open, exposing my breasts again, but now I was far more
worried about losing my last chance of escape from this maniac. He crawled
over me to the other side of the bed and tried to grab my left arm. I swung
wildly at him with my fist and tried to curl my legs back up to kick him.

Devin chuckled and seemed amused by my feeble efforts. "Uh oh....you're
titties are showing!" He poked my left nipple with his finger and when I tried
to cover up, he grabbed my left wrist and stretched it forcefully across the
pillows to the other bed post.

I tried with all my might to pull my hand away, but he put his knee up and
rested it on my forearm while he worked to tie my wrist.

"NOOOOO!!!!! LEMMEE GO!! LEMMEE GOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

Then he stepped back to admire his handiwork....both of my arms were now bound
and stretched wide apart. My heart was beating fast.....I was really scared.
"Devin, they're too tight....it hurts....please let me go." But I figured my
pleas would be ignored and they were.

Tears slowly dripped from the corners of my eyes. I hated him so much. "Is
that all you came here for......just to rape me?", I asked, breathing very
heavily.

Devin's eyes were transfixed by the movements of my chest going up and down as
I breathed. "Of course not, Kimmie.....What two consenting adults do in their
own privacy is no one else's business."

I lifted my head up a few inches and yelled at him, "BUT I'M NOT
CONSENTING!!!"

Devin smiled and stroked my hair. "Oh, but you WILL be ," he replied. Then he
used a finger to wipe away the tears on my cheeks. He leaned over and spoke
softly. "You just try to relax now, sweetness.....I promise that I would never
do anything to hurt you."

"----Sniff----"Why do I have so much trouble believing that?"

He planted a light kiss on my forehead and turned around. Now don't go away,
dear," he said calmly...."I'll be right back."

"Back? Back from where?", I thought. Why is he leaving now? Maybe I've got a
chance to get out of here!" My braided belt had more stretch to it than his
belt, so I quickly worked the links back and forth alternately pulling and
loosening the knot. It was hard, but after about five or six minutes, I was
able to slide my thumb out and then the rest was easy. "Yes!" I shook off the
belt and reached over to undo my right wrist. -- quickly!--quickly!

For a brief moment, I had great hope.....Then my left hand was suddenly
grabbed and yanked all the way back to the other bed post.

"Were you being naughty while I was out?" Devin asked. He picked up my belt
and began refastening my left wrist, this time a little tighter than before.

My heart sank and I swallowed hard again. I thought about screaming, but I
paused to take note of the two items he had brought back with him to my
bedroom.....a camcorder on a tripod.....and a fishing rod. A fishing rod????

Devin looked back at me. "Oh, don't worry about the camera, dear.....It'll
just be for private viewing.....ya know, just you and me.............well, and
maybe a few of my more mature friends.....heh, heh."

As Devin walked to the other end of the bed to set up the tripod, the gravity
of my desperate situation was beginning to dawn on me.....I felt that my body
was about to be violated.....and when I saw the small red 'recording' light go
on, on his camera, I was now more than willing to say anything to try to get
myself out of this mess. "Devin, no, wait! We can do this later......I'm
really sorry about all the misunderstandings I've caused.....And I realize now
how wrong I was, the way I treated you.....No more lies, Devin, I swear......I
really want to go out with you.....We can go to the movies, or bike
riding......or how 'bout like you said, we can cook up a couple of nice steaks
on your grill.....I'm a real good cook, Devin.....I'd like to do that for you
..... Remember after you spanked me, you said yourself that you didn't want
things to be this way between us. So don't you want to have a REAL
relationship with me? Well, that's what I WANT.....I want YOU, Devin .....but
let's not start off this way, okay?.....please?"

The man stood next to me and gently sat down on the bed. He looked to be in
deep thought, pondering over my generous offer. "Wow......Kimmie.....I...I
just don't know what to say.....That's so sweet of you.....I mean.....I'm just
so thrilled to see your attitude improve like this."

And in the best acting role I could put on, I smiled and said, "Yes,
Devin,....it has improved.....because you've taught me a lot....and I just
want to say.....well, thanks."

Devin shook his head, and he almost seemed ready to blush. "Gee,
Kimmie.....that's just terrific.....it's great! I couldn't be more pleased."
Then he raised his head and just sort of stared off into the distance. "And
let's hope it continues to improve," he added..... after we take your clothes
off."

CHAPTER 3

Devin's last remark left me horrified and in a state of panic. He already
leaned over to undo the button in the front of my denim shorts. I kicked him
and pushed him away with my stockinged feet.....and kept them up in a
defensive position as he moved back and forth around the bed. Each time he
reached towards me I kicked back....but he just laughed, as if he were playing
a shadow boxing game with my feet.

"Boy, are you feisty tonight!.....And I thought you just said you wanted me,
Kimmie. .....Hmmmm, I think your just playing hard to get."

"No, I'm NOT playing!! STOP IT!!!.....I HATE YOU!!!!"

Devin came around to the left side of the bed. When I tried to kick him again,
he grabbed my left ankle with both hands......and then quickly turned around
backwards and sat down with his weight on my right thigh.....Then he pried my
left leg back away, enough so that he could turn around again and plant both
of his knees on top of my thighs, pinning me down. I tried to squirm but
couldn't budge an inch against his weight.

He looked at my face and smiled. "Kimmie, I'm not sure if I've made my true
feelings known to you yet, but it case I haven't.....[he leaned forward,
grabbing my breasts, and squeezed them like a couple of ripe melons].....I
think these are VERY nice."

I was so angry at being manhandled this way that I growled and pulled against
the belts as hard as I could....."AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH".....forgetting that
yanking on them only made them tighter. I was just very frustrated at being
immobilized like this.....and very worried about my fate with this sadistic
male.

"Hmmmm," he mused...."It's always a good thing when there's a man around to
help a lady with her zipper.....wouldn't you agree, dear?" Devin grinned and
watched the torment in my eyes as he slowly peeled down the front zipper of my
shorts. He folded back the edges and now my pink sport panties came into his
view.

"I'll be darned," he said, "You never bother wearing a bra.....I'm kind of
surprised that you would put on panties." Then he lifted up the front
waistband of my panties and bent his head down to peer inside. But quickly, he
looked up at me, wide eyed, and let the waistband snap back against my
tummy.....and he giggled in a falsetto voice, mimicking a tweety bird. "I tawt
I taw a pussy cunt!" He repeated his voyeurism of my womanhood.... and the
waistband smartly snapped upon my tummy again. "I DID!!! I DID see a pussy
cunt!!!" he squealed with glee, flapping his hands up and down.

"You fucking ASSHOLE!!!" My face turned red again, both from embarrassment and
anger. I gritted my teeth and strained my legs, trying at least to change my
awkward position. This time, Devin gave way purposely..... and when my legs
straightened out, he lifted my waist up a little from underneath and gave a
quick tug on the back of my denim shorts.

"Wooo hooo!.....Such language from a girl.....Do you eat with that mouth,
Kimmie?"

With my legs now freed, I kicked at him at him furiously, trying to keep him
from tugging my pants down any further. But it seemed like he only enjoyed
this as a game, dancing around me from side to side..... reaching in and
yanking them down an inch at a time. When the shorts got down to my knees, my
legs got tangled up in them, and Devin reached in and quickly slipped them the
rest of the way off past my feet.

"Why, you little fox!" he remarked. "Look at your panties.....they're wet in
the crotch! You must really be enjoying this, aren't you?!"

I wasn't. I was feeling more and more helpless to do anything about my
predicament. The only clothes I had left on were an unbuttoned shirt, my
panties and my socks.

Devin turned around and stepped toward the foot-end of the bed, running his
hand down the length of my right leg and he did so. Then I saw him pick up his
fishing rod and stand in front of the camcorder. The rod didn't have a real
fish hook on it, but rather a simple metal "J" like you see in a pegboard.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" he gushed in to the camera. "And welcome
to Wide World of Wacky Sports, where tonight we're going to get a first hand
look into the latest craze in American sports that seems to be sweeping all
across the country.....and I think you know what I'm talking about.....Yes,
that's rights, it's.....Panty Fishin'!!"

My jaw dropped. I was totally dumbfounded.....This guy wasn't just mean, but
an obnoxious jerk on top of it.....He turned and cast his line in my
direction, letting the J-hook slide over my right breast and settle onto my
tummy. The metal object was cold, and I squirmed to shake it off.

"Yes, that's right, folks!....Some of the most elusive and exotic creatures
can found inside a pair of panties....The trick is.....Ya gotta know where to
fish!"

Devin continued to drop his line over various parts of my body but he couldn't
hook my panties. I was an unwilling participant in his stupid TV game show and
all I could do was wiggle around and try to kick the string away with my feet.

"Of course, folks, one of the most important things to remember when you go
panty fishin' is using the right bait......Now everyone knows I've been the
master baiter around these parts for many years."

After a few minutes my luck ran out. The J-hook slid off my tummy and got
caught in the waistband by my right hip.

"HOOOO!! We got a bite!!! Yes, Sir!!......Take a deep breath now.....Time to
reel 'er in!!"

This was so degrading. The hook tugged down hard, partially exposing my right
buttock. If I were wearing my regular panties, they would have torn by now.
But the sport panties had a much stronger waistband. I groaned and tried to
keep my butt flat against the bed so he couldn't pull them under me.

"HOOOO!! Must be a WHOPPER on the end of this line.....Man, what a
fighter!!... Keep the line steady now, don't wanta lose 'er."

Devin alternately pulled on the line, and reeled it in a few more inches. The
right side of my panties were stretched far down my thigh..... and now, some
of my pubic hair was beginning to sprout as the middle of the band stretched
with it. My whole weight was sitting on the panties, but still, I began to
feel the hard friction of the material sliding past my cheeks. I got a very
empty feeling in the pit of my stomach as the hook won out.....and I watched
my panties disappear past my knees, calves, and stockinged feet. Cool fresh
air brushed my vagina..... I bent up and pressed my knees tightly together and
crossed my ankles, instinctively "locking away" my private parts. I closed my
eyes as if blocking my own sight would shut off the view of the camera.

Devin viewed the article on the end of his hook. "Darn.....these panties are
empty....oh well, folks.....looks like the big one got away.....but maybe
we'll have better luck next time.... Bye bye now!"

He set down the fishing rod but left the camcorder running and slowly
approached me at the side of the bed. I opened my eyes for a second and saw
him with a hand on his chin seemingly to ponder his next move.

"Awwwww, such a cute widow pussy cunt!!" he blurted out. Then he grabbed my
knees with both hands and pried them slightly apart.....and pointed at the
slit between my legs. "Ooooo, it's so soft and so furrrrrrrrrry...... I wuv
widow pussy cunts!"

I grinded my teeth and muttered, "God, Devin, you are such a sicko."

"Aw, c'mon, Kimmie.....lighten up!.....Where's your sense of humor? You know,
I just wish that there was some way I could describe to you the way the
testosterone just churns inside me when I see you like this.....Soooooooooooo
helpless.....Soooooooooooooo vulnerable.....so deliciously naked!"

"SHUT UP, YOU PIG!!!"

"Well, actually, you're not completely naked......You can keep your socks on.
I think you look kind of cute in them......But I don't want you to be unhappy
with me, sweetness. Geez, isn't there anything I can do to get a smile out of
you?.....Uhhhhh, You wouldn't happen to be a little ticklish, would you?"

"No." [oh, terrific.....I sure said THAT with straight face]

"You wouldn't maybe happen to have a yummy tummy, would you?" Devin lightly
stroked a fingernail in straight line from hip to hip below my belly button.
Goose bumps raised across my midsection and my legs pumped back and forth,
like riding a bike.

"Hee hee.....Quit it!"

"Or maybe squeaky cheekies, would you?" He drew a circle with his fingernail
around my exposed right buttock.

"Wooo OH....OHHH...Don't!! Stop it!!!", I squealed at Devin, and tried to
wiggle away from his touch.

"Don't stop it?" he answered back. "All right, let's see here.....Do you have
high thighs?"

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH....WAH!! oh please no!! I squirmed and thrashed my legs as he
ran his fingernail softly down the inside and outside of my legs. This left my
crotch very exposed and he then curled his finger to brush little stokes on
the outer lips of my pussy.

"Do you have a foxy boxy? Hmmmmm?" he teased.

"Nooooooooooooo!!! oh! oh! Get away!!" I brought my knees back up and tried to
kick him, but he grabbed my right ankle and placed all four nails from his
other hand on the sole of my sock.

"Would you perhaps, possibly have fleet feet, Kimmie?"

"aaahhhhh HHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH HEEE HEE HEEE OH STOP OH STOP!!!"

"Or frozen toesens, maybe?"

After scratching the bottoms of my feet, he pinched hard and wiggled each of
my toes, one by one. I was going out of my mind, laughing myself silly and
hating Devin so much..... This was worse than the spanking and so humiliating
in front of his god damn movie camera. I endured 'squeezy kneesies' , 'rankled
ankles' and a 'jelly belly button' where he put his pinky finger in my navel
and dug it in little circles like an egg beater.

"Cooooooooooooo!!! oh shit, NO!!! Ahahahahahooooh Stopppp it... Stopppp!!!!

"I so glad to see you happy again, Sweetness! I do armpits too, pretty good,
but I'm not sure what they rhyme with.....uh, how about fit pits?"

"UHHHH...Hoooooooo...OH Devin stop!!! Heee heeee... OH Devin stop please... I
can't STAND it anymore!! My feet stamped up and down and my head jerked from
side to side but I was rapidly losing all my energy.

"You really want me to stop, dear?....Ok, say 'pretty please' and I'll stop.

"Pretty please! Pretty please!"

"Hmmmm....Say 'Pretty please with sugar on top."

I was puffing hard, so much out of breath, and slurring my words....."Oh pease
jus stop, I don wannit anymore.....ohno no more, Devin, no more...."

"Hey, did you know we forgot rippled nipples?!!"

Devin placed his two index fingers on my mountain peaks and began to strum
them like banjos while he hummed, "Boing, boing, ga-boinga boing boing boing".
This erogenous finger flicking made my eyes pop open and got my attention in a
hurry. And I no longer hesitated to speak.

"PRETTYPLEASEWIHSURGARONTOP!!!!"

Now it was finally over. I turned my head and the side of my body away from
him and tried to rest. In my warped imagination, I somehow thought that the
evening was over and everyone would just say goodbye and go home and that's
that. I was exhausted. But it was probably just a minute later when Devin
spoke up again.

"So tell me something, Kimmie.....If I accused you of having a great body,
would you hold it against me?.....Uh...would you hold it against me right
now?"

I opened my eyes and returned to the reality of my situation. My lips
quivered. I was ashamed of my nakedness, and I did not want to face that man
again.....but I knew that the evening was far from over.

CHAPTER 4

My head was still turned away from Devin and I mumbled into the pillows,
"Can't you at least turn off that fucking camera now?"

"Oh sure," he replied, while moving back to the tripod. "Now let's see
here.....hmmmm, I don't know.....I'm not quite sure where the stop button
is.....But if you spread your legs wide apart, I can zoom in for a shot of
your tight cunt.....uh, I mean a tight shot of your cunt."

Devin returned to the bed and overshadowed my curled up body. "Aw,
geez.....are you being antisocial again?" He patted me lightly on my butt.
"Decisions, decisions.....just where shall we begin?"

In a snap move I twisted back around and kicked him in his stomach as hard as
I could with both feet. "GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!" I screamed. "JUST GET AWAY!!!"

I didn't realize how hard I kicked him. His body doubled over and he landed on
the floor. I couldn't actually see him now, but I heard him wheezing and
gasping for air. It sounded like he was dragging his body to the other side of
the bed.

---COUGH-- COUGH---"OOOOOooooooooohh.... my stomaaaach.... OOOooooohh
---click, click, click--- Hello 911 ?..... "OOOoooohhhh, I want to report
assault by one of my neighbors..... Yeh, she just karate-kicked me in the
stomach and I think she must have broke my appendix or something.....
OOOoooooooohhhhh....maybe a spleen."

[oh yeh, right, Devin...like I don't remember you yanking out the phone cord]

"OOoooohh.....Huh? What's that?....Do I want to press charges?..... You're god
damn RIGHT I want to press charges..... She attempted to perpetrate bodily
injury upon me! .... She's a karate expert! Her feet should be registered with
the government as lethal weapons!!..... OOOooooooohhh..... So how soon can you
send a patrol car over?.... Yeh?.... Well can you make it sooner? Every minute
that passes puts me in mortal danger!"

Devin hung up his fake call and approached me again, this time poking his
right index finger directly on my nose. "You better have yourself a good
lawyer, Miss Kimmie!!", he lectured me loudly. "And don't think for second
that you're gonna weasel out of it either! I've got the whole assault right
here on video tape! ..... Hell, even if I didn't suffer any permanent
injuries, I deserve at least ten thousand dollars for EMOTIONAL pain and
suffering.!! And maybe, in reality, you were aiming for my groin..... In that
case, I should charge you for SEXUAL assault, you know that?!!..... So what
have you got to say for yourself NOW , Miss Kimmie?!..... Miss ' I'm too good
for the world so all men who look at me should just go soak their head in a
toilet Kiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmieeeee!!"

How could any one man be so irritating and obnoxious? He was still poking his
finger at my nose...... This time I just didn't care. I curled my legs up and
aimed a kick straight for his groin. ---- whooooosh----

But this time, my legs caught nothing but air. Devin was waiting for exactly
such a move and he jumped back, catching my ankles at the same time. Now he
quickly hopped onto the bed and made the same move on me that he did
earlier..... spreading my thighs slightly apart and placing his knees on top
of them so I couldn't defend myself.

Devin looked me in the eyes sternly, his sarcasm gone. I was so worried now,
and I bit down on my lower lip. Without looking away, he reached down and
parted the lips of my vagina with his left thumb and index finger.....and then
he inserted the first two fingers of his right hand inside me.

I gasped.....and my eyes widened....My breathing took on a quicker pace. I
knew that screaming would do no good now, but I was petrified .....and I
didn't know what to say or do..... Then Devin began rubbing his fingers back
and forth across my clit in rapid-fire machine gun fashion.....and he kept
staring at me with a satisfied sneer on his face, waiting to get a reaction
out of me.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!" I just grinded my teeth in frustration....and
pulled on the belts even though it did no good. I couldn't budge. Then to add
to my insult, he reverted back to his stupid "little birdy" voice.

"WAPE!!....WAPE!!!...HELP! I'M BEING WAPED!!!........SOMEBODY SAAAAAAAAAAAAVE
MEEEEEEE!!!!"

Both his rubbing and his voice were as irritating as hell. Shit!-- how I hated
this man. Devin removed his fingers and then turned and laid his body weight
across my knees, so that my legs now laid flat on the bed in a diamond shape.
And with his middle finger now well lubricated, he pried it at the opening of
my rectum.

"OOOooo.....OOOO!!! " This sensation was like a bad tickle....My pelvis
squirmed as his finger forced it's way against muscles I was trying to squeeze
shut. The prior lubrication aided his finger in worming its way several inches
up my anus. He pressed and wiggled it, making sure I knew how far he had gone.
Then he pressed his palm firmly up against my crotch and simultaneously stuck
his thumb into my pussy without moving his middle finger from my anus. His
hand now worked the two prongs in small circles inside me..... as my lower
body writhed back and forth the few inches it could.

He continued to look with satisfaction at the grimace on my face. Now I knew
what it was, to have my body violated. His grip became yet stronger.... Then,
in a sudden motion inside me, he pincered his thumb and finger toward each
other, putting a very uncomfortable squeeze on my insides...... and just to
show me who was in control, he squeezed a little more.

"OOH OOH ...NO! Oh Devin, Stop! Please.....It hurts, it hurts!"

On finally get a reaction from me, he replied back, "Just think,
Sweetness..... If your arms weren't tied up right now..... I could carry you
around like a six pack!"

I didn't think that was very funny at all. I frowned. He was hurting me. But
he did relent and pulled out of my body because it was HIS decision to do so.

"Well, dear...." he mused, "Now that you've formally introduced me to your
most private orifices..... maybe now you can learn to relax a little and find
out just how gooooood..... some real lovin' can make you feel..... Let a pro
show you how it's done."

I was just sick of his whole fucking game..... "LIKE I HAVE A CHOICE?!!! WHY
DON'T YOU JUST RAPE ME AND GET IT OVER WITH , YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF MALE
SHIT!!!!!"

After that remark, I fully expected Devin to do something very painful to
me...... But instead, he acted as though he didn't even hear me. He took his
weight off my legs and straddled me with his knees around both sides of my
hips..... and then he began massaging my lower ribs gently with the palms of
his hands. I guess I could've jammed my knee into his lower back at that
point, but I was sort of thankful that he hadn't hit me after what I said, so
I didn't want to press my luck.

He slid back and ran his palms down the length of my sides, from just below
the armpits to my knees...... then back up over and around to my sensitive
inner thighs.....then over the sides of my tummy....and then he gently traced
the curve around the lower part of my breasts. My chest moved up and down
evenly as he did this.... My breathing became steadier and my tense body
slowly became more relaxed. I knew in my mind that I still hated what he was
doing to me....but for the first time tonight, he wasn't being mean or
sadistic. And since I was basically helpless to change anything, I figured it
was best not to complain.

Devin spent several minutes massaging most of my body, but he seemed
deliberately avoiding my key erogenous zones..... just slowly and evenly
kneading the muscles of my mid and lower body, occasionally working a circle
on the sides of my buttocks.

I closed my eyes.... I was now breathing only through my nose..... My heart
rate was slowing down. My whole body was beginning to relax.....and I couldn't
help it. Devin's hands now moved upward along my ribcage and switched to
single file, sliding up the center between my breasts.... then he brought his
hands around to the sides and moved back under till each hand fully cupped one
of my mounds. Slowly, but firmly, he pushed them inward and up...... then
outward and down. I didn't flinch. He repeated this massaging movement until
my chest was undulating in rhythm with his touch.

I was becoming less aware of my surroundings.....and falling further and
further into a relaxed state that was somewhere between wake and sleep. I then
felt something wet on my right nipple. For a second, I opened my eyes and saw
Devin with his mouth over the center of my breast. I closed my eyes again and
I could feel his tongue flicking the point of my nipple. Goose bumps ran down
the length of my warm body. Unconsciously, I lurched my chest upward, forcing
more of my breast into his mouth. I don't know why I did that. I seemed to be
losing control over my own actions. I didn't want to admit to myself that
maybe this all felt wonderful.

Devin responded by sucking in as much of me as he could. He swirled his tongue
around my areola and then lightly chewed, before stretching the nipple with
his front teeth.....and then releasing. I gasped..... but it was a gasp of
erotic feeling.....of wanting more.....and Devin instinctively knew this,
moving over to greet my left nipple with his educated tongue.

From there it was hard to keep track of all that he was doing to me. It seemed
that his tongue made an effort to explore every square inch of my upper
body.....kissing...... licking..... sucking.......while his palms
simultaneously stroked my thighs and buttocks...... I felt him sliding back to
straddle me at a lower position with one of his knees between mine...... Then
he placed his palms on my thighs, pressing ..... and rubbing in circles.....
till he gradually spread me open..... I offered no resistance. I couldn't. All
my muscles had gone limp.

I felt him combing through my bush with his finger nails..... Then he knelt
down to plant a light kiss just below the navel. He continued these light
nips, progressing lower and lower till his lips encountered the moist slit
between my legs. My thighs spread even wider, but they did this on their own.
I was following his lead almost hypnotically.

Now, with the fingers of both hands, he gently spread my labia apart to allow
the unobstructed venture of his tongue into my vulva..... and without
hesitation, it quickly aligned itself with my magic button..... From there, it
went to work applying a love technique I never thought I would experience in
this lifetime..... the 'Venus butterfly'. No man I had ever met could master
it..... but then, I had never met Devin. The staccato movements of his tongue
upon and around my clitoris made my body quiver..... and steered my mind into
a different state of consciousness.

I was not in a room anymore..... I was in a meadow..... with tall grass and
hundreds of flowers in a huge array of color..... Beyond was a running river
and snowcapped peaks..... The flowers sparkled with glitter and a soft breeze
eased against my body..... I had never experienced a place of such utter peace
and beauty..... A cool mist arose from the river and penetrated my pores.....
and as it flowed throughout my body, it took with it all pain, all fears, and
all tensions that plagued me...... I was totally at peace..... As I turned
around, I saw Devin standing beside me in the meadow..... Our bodies were free
and naked..... It felt like the garden of Eden..... We approached each other
and embraced..... sending tingling sensations throughout my body.

It was a long, long embrace..... I didn't want it to end..... It felt so
wonderful, and the longer we held each other, the higher the energy level
seemed to stoke my body's fire...... We gazed lovingly into each other's eyes
and then press our lips together..... And when we did, it seemed as though
every cell in my body was set off by a spark and converted into a wave of pure
energy..... I felt the rapture..... and I moaned softly.

"Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhh"

My body was now a mass of glowing energy particles in the shape of my female
form...... I smiled and circled Devin, letting him take in my new appearance
from all angles.

He stood with me in the meadow, offered his hand..... and called out my name.

"Kimmie..................."

There was a pause..... I didn't answer.

"Kimmie.............................."

Another pause..... I didn't answer.

"KIIIIIIIIIMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

CHAPTER 5

"KIIIMMMMIEEEE!!!"

"OOOOWWWWW!!!..... WHATTTTT??!!! WHATTTT??!!!!" Devin shocked me back to
reality with a firm slap to my pussy..... and now the source of my ecstatic
pleasure suddenly became a center of white hot pain. He stood looking down at
me from the right side of the bed while I cringed and rubbed my thighs
together, trying to ease the sting.

"I want you to listen to me when I'm talking to you, Kimmie."

I was nearly in tears again. "You didn't have to hit me THERE!", I cried out.
I knew that I had given him too much credit for being nice..... and now Devin
was back to his normal sadistic self.

"Sorry, babe..... but you were in La La land..... I needed to get your
attention.... So, uh, did you enjoy your orgasm?"

I lowered my eyes and bit down on my lip...... I was so embarrassed that I
would have let him control me like that. I couldn't admit to him that he gave
me any pleasure. "No!... No!.... I didn't have---- "

"AWWW C'monnnnn....." he interrupted. "I goosed you up BIGTIME!..... Hell!....
You were moanin' like a coyote under a full moon!.....Hey, sweetness, when you
finally hit your climax, you launched your pussy into my face so hard, that I
got rope burns from your pubic hair! See..... and you thought you weren't
gonna have a good time tonight! How 'bout that!!"

I just lay there silent and ashamed.

Devin stroked my hair. "It's okay, sweetness..... You're allowed to have
fun..... But I also need to say something serious to you for a second. And
please understand that I'm just trying to look out for your own interests, so
I'm going to tell you something that even your best friend wouldn't tell
you..... Kimmie, I really enjoy eating you out and all that,
but....well....you see..... you're cunt is sorta smelly..... Have you ever
considered using a feminine deodorant?"

I turned my head away from him and mumbled, "Just go to hell, Devin."

He threw his hands into the air. "Well EXCUUUUUUUUUUZZZE MEEEEEE!!!..... You
don't have to get so defensive about it! I was only trying to do you a
favor..... And speaking of favors..... wouldn't you agree that sometimes it's
important for friends to return favors?"

At that moment, I heard Devin unsnap his pants and lower his zipper.
"Hmmmm.... Might you be hungry now?", he asked. "Maybe you're in the mood for
a nice snack?"

My face turned pale. I swallowed hard, and my heart beat quickened again.....I
knew what he wanted..... I had never tasted a man before. Some of my
girlfriends who tried it said it was okay, and others said they did it only
because they thought it was expected of them. But I always
refrained.....Because the thought of putting one of those things in my mouth
was to me, like eating bugs or worms..... and the idea of him shooting cum in
my mouth was so gross and disgusting, that I didn't even want to think about
it.

"Devin," I spoke softly, "Please.....I just don't want to do this." I heard
him toss his pants aside, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him working
to pull off his shirt.

"Well, you know, Kimmie..... That's kind of what I meant about being selfish,"
he replied. "You want to live in a little world all your own where everything
is take, take, take..... get all the pleasures of life just for yourself
without ever giving anything back in return..... Kimmie, LOOK at me when I'm
talking to you!"

I obeyed his request....and I now saw him clad only in a pair of skimpy red
bikini briefs with a prominent bulge in the center.

"So is that the way it is, Kimmie?..... Where's your sense of decency and fair
play? Why does everything have to be YOUR way all the time?! Don't you think
it would be nice to think about the feelings of other people once in while?"

"N-No, uh ...I mean yes, but ---", I stammered, confused by all his double
talk. ".... but I just don't want to do THIS."

Devin paused, catching a glimpse of my roving eyes. He smiled at me. "OHHHHH,
I know what you're thinking, sweetness..... You're wondering---'Is that a
potato in my briefs?.....Or am I just happy to see you, right?!..... Well, I
can assure you, dear..... it's the latter."

With that, Devin approached me and bent down to whisper in my ear, "Hey,
Kimmie..... Do you know what's long and hard and filled with seamen?"

"I mumbled back, "Do I have to find out?"

"It's a navy submarine," he chuckled.. and then slowly slid down his briefs
revealing a powerful, menacing looking shaft that stood at attention like a
flagpole. I don't know how the hell big it was..... I didn't actually have
time to get out my tape measure. All I knew was that it was big and it was
close, and I could only think of it as the weapon of a man I despised.

Again I begged him, "Devin, please..... I really and truly don't want to do
this." [although I had an unpleasant feeling that he didn't bring that thing
out just for show and tell]

For some unknown reason, Devin then grabbed a pen off my night stand and he
turned his back to me, keeping his hands near his waist. When he turned back
to face me, he pointed to his member and said, "There..... Does that help ease
your fears?"

[I have to admit that sometimes I have a lot of trouble understanding men]
Devin had drawn a 'Happy Face' on the head of his penis with the little hole
serving as a nose. I rolled my eyes.

Now on the bed again, he straddled me around my ribs and faced me for another
lecture..... "You know, Kimmie, sometimes you act like a kid...... How are you
going to know whether you like or don't like something if you've never even
tried it?"

"Devin, please.....I just don't want---- "

"But I'm not ASKING you want you want!"

Devin then slid forward. There was still some room between my head and the
headboard of the bed. He positioned his hips above my face and descended on me
like a dark cloud. He pressed his weapon downward into my lips, which I had
tightly clamped shut.

"MMMMMFF MMMM!!" I protested, but I could not say a word and risk opening my
mouth to his invasion. In attempt to foil him, I turned my head to the right
as far as I could...... But to my surprise, he didn't waver his attack.... and
he pressed his cock hard into my left ear which was now facing him. It sounded
like thunder on my eardrum. [an ear seems such a strange place to fuck] And
now, Devin started talking in a squeaky falsetto voice, playing with me, as if
he owned a talking penis with a mind of its own.

"Heelllllloooooooooooooooo in thereererererererererer!!
"Kiiiimmmmiiiiiieeeeeeee!!! Can you heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaarrrr meeeeeee?
Please let me iiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnn!!!"

Then he moved over near my left eye and I could see his cock's stupid little
happy face coming right at me..... He began pressing it into my eyeball. Even
though I closed my eyes tightly, the pressure still hurt some.

"Kiiiimmmmiiiiiieeeeeeee!!! Can you ssseeeeeeeeeeeee meeeeeeeeeeeeeee?!!! I
want to come iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!"

And then he move down a little, forcing himself up against my nose, widening
my left nostril. "Kiiiimmmmmiiiiiieeeeeeee!!! Can you
smellllllllllllllllllllll meeeeeeeeeeee?!! Please open the
doooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!"

As my face contorted, I tried to grumble through my teeth, "Stoppppp it!! Stop
it!!"

I guess Devin must have gotten tired of this game, especially since I wasn't
playing along very well...... He grabbed my hair with his left hand and with
great force, yanked my head to a position facing him straight up...... Then,
with his other hand he pinched my left nipple and twisted it 180 degrees.

"OOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!" This was really painful. Worse, it made me part my lips
to cry out. And in the rudest, most impolite moment of the evening..... Devin
shoved his cock deep into my mouth.

"MMMMMPH!!!! MMMMMPH!!!!! I nearly choked..... It was so...so....disgusting.

"Yes, honey, I know.....It's mmm mmm good. Now before we go any further, I
just want to warn you against pretending to be a great white shark.....'Cause
if you try to bite me, I'll have to take a pliers and extract every one of
your teeth one by one. Do you understand that, dear? Would you want me to do
that?"

With my head practically immobilized and my lips rounded around his form, I
tried to nod my head. "mm MM". And then I shook my head. "MM mm". I was really
confused by all his double-talk, but I didn't doubt that he'd be mean enough
to carry out his threat.

"Good," he replied. "I think you'll find this is lot easier and a lot more fun
that you might have expected..... Now first, I'm going to pull back a little
bit, and all I want you to do is just pretend that you're licking an ice cream
cone, okay?

At that moment, I would have preferred to lick a horse's dick before licking
Devin's.

"WELL?!! What are you waiting for? Would you like another tittie twister?"

I guess I had to pick my punishment. Up till now, I was just a victim of
Devin's abuse. But this was worse..... Now I had to participate. His 'twister'
hurt me so bad.....so I closed my eyes as tight as I could..... and made a
face... like a little girl who didn't want to eat her vegetables. Then I
extended my tongue and started licking Devin's penis.

"OOOH yeh! That's right, babe..... Now try to do it a little faster..... And
swirl you tongue around the top in circles..... OOOOOOH Alright! ..... Now
drag your tongue real hard around the ridge.... yeh, right at the base of the
head...... OHHHHHH YEH, That feels REEEEEAL good.... See that? You're getting
to be a pro already!.....You sure you haven't done this before?..... Now I
want you to use your lips and plant nice juicy kisses all over it,
understand?..... Big, wet, suckie kisses."

I hated every stinking minute of this. It was so degrading. His cock felt sort
of like hard rubber. But it wasn't like eating a hot dog at all. It was
moving, throbbing, and alive..... in addition to being very hot. And all my
humiliations were still being captured on video tape.

"Good!.... Good, sweetness....You learn fast. See, it's not so bad..... Now I
want you to do the same thing that I did to you a little bit ago..... Flick
your tongue at a hundred miles an hour all around the head.....You got
it?....Go!"

Oh, god..... I have to give HIM a 'Venus butterfly'? This is not my idea of
fun. And I kept thinking that if guys could suck their own cocks, then maybe I
wouldn't have to be doing this right now.

"OOOOOH YEH..... Faster! Faster! Ooooo, You're killin' me! Keep it GOING!!"

[I'm killing you, Devin?.....Yeh, I wish]

"Okay , now here comes the best part, honey..... Every time my cock touches
your lips, I want you to suck me in as deep as you can go to the back of your
throat..... And each time I pull out, I want you to try to hold me with your
lips and offer resistance, okay?"

I was getting to the point where I thought that maybe it would be well worth
getting all my teeth yanked out. My mouth was full of him and I didn't have a
good chance to express my real opinion.

"Uh wah woo wa wa weh wuwee ahwahh."

"Yeh, honey, I know..... I'm enjoying too."

I was trying to tell Devin that I thought he was one big fucking asshole. But
right now, he was too busy fucking my face..... His cock pushed straight down
to the back of my throat and I had to try very hard to relax the back muscles
there so I wouldn't gag on him. And as he withdrew, I did as I was instructed,
grabbing onto him with my rounded lips. I wished this would be over already.

"That's it, babe......Oh yehhhhh!..... Suck me good now..... Suck me real,
real hard!

As the speed of the repetitions increased, the contortions on Devin's face
grew more twisted. He was starting to sweat. The bedsprings now gave our
bodies some bounce following his powerful strokes.... and his torso moved with
the steadiness of a well oiled piston.

My mouth was drying up and it was getting harder to catch my breath. I was
getting dizzy from all the bouncing to my head. As the pace quickened with
each stroke, Devin thrust into me like a battering ram.

"Dah uh....aaaam.....aaaaam." My pleas of 'Devin--Stop" were hardly
intelligible. and I thought I would soon pass out as his hammering of my face
moved into 'overdrive'.

He went up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and in and
out and in and out and in and out and in and out. [from my vantage point,
that's about all I knew] But then he stopped. Just like that, he stopped dead
in his tracks, with the head of his cock just inside my lips. Was that it?
Nothing happened..... was he done? [Yes, I wanted to stop] But now I felt his
body twitch..... a sort of riveting twitch, like when shivers go up your
spine. And then I heard his voice........

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

This was the primordial scream of a caveman gone berserk. At that same moment,
Devin leaned back to straddle my chest. He locked his fingers around the back
of my head and jerked my head and neck forward into an upright position
forcing my mouth to remain englobed around his penis. The whites of his eyes
bulged, his nostrils flared, and his teeth shined. I thought I would die of
fright..... as the waves of his hot plasma exploded to the back of my mouth.

"URRGLURRGLURRGL".... My own screams sounded like gargling but it kept me from
choking or swallowing his load.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh." Devin's voice withered into a
sustained moan as he pumped his cock several more times into my mouth. He kept
his tight grip around my head.....About seven or eight blasts of semen emptied
into me and on his last shot, he pressed himself in as deep as he could go and
held me there tightly with my nose squashed against his pubic hair. I felt
like a total slut.....would this ordeal never end?

Finally, his grip on my head loosened and his shrinking penis slid out from my
lips drawing a little trail of gooey stuff with it. My head rested back down
on the pillow. Devin leaned over me, supporting his weight now with his hands.
He was very sweaty and he took long, deep breaths as he gazed at me. Then he
broke out into a wide grin.

"Sweetness!!! You are absolutely the greatest!! Nothin'....I mean Nothin' in
my life ever compared to that!! You're incredible!! That was really Wild!! It
was......" he sighed, "I think it was the work of an angel......." And then he
planted his sweetest kiss on the top of my forehead.

Well I didn't know that angels gave blow jobs. All I wanted to do was spit out
his hot gooey slime that, to me, tasted rancid and salty...... almost as bad
as catfood. [yes, I tasted my cat's dinner once and I don't know how any
person or cat could stand it]

I turned my head to the side, but Devin quickly re-straightened it, with his
hands on both sides of my chin. I was forced to look up at him again.
"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh," he said. Then he looked at me sternly with his next order.
"..............Swallow it...........Swallow ALL of it."

CHAPTER 6

If he finished his business and he was happy, why couldn't Devin just leave me
alone now? I didn't want to swallow it. His gooey stuff felt horrible sitting
in my mouth. I pleaded with my eyes and mumbled, "MMmm .....MMmm" while trying
to shake my head back and forth.

Devin seemed quite perplexed by my appeal. "Geez, Kimmie!.....don't you ever
read any of the books on proper etiquette? They all say that if you really and
truly love your man, and you want to show him that you had a good time and
enjoyed his company..... then you're supposed to swallow his load with a
smile!

[is he talking about ME?] "MMmm," I continued my protest.

"Look, if it's nutrition your worried about..... don't be. "It's fat free, got
no cholesterol, not too many calories..... and it certainly won't get you
pregnant."

"MMmm."

"Well then don't think about it..... Just pretend it's something else. Yeh,
like maybe we can market it as a new fad drink. How's this..... ---Hey Folks!
Want a nice change of pace from your everyday colas? Well then you should try
the new, warm refreshing drink..... 'Mountain Sperm!' Yeh, Mountain Sperm is
for those special intimate moments in life when an ordinary cola just won't
do..... Don't settle for anything less. Mountain Sperm is the drink that's
thick, exciting, and made from ALL natural ingredients. Try it from the tap!"

He still didn't convince me. "MMmm," I shook my head again.

But perhaps by now I should have been more aware of how long it takes before
Devin's patience simply runs out. With his right hand, he tightly squeezed my
cheeks between my upper and lower jaw, forcing my lips into a protruded form
that made me look like a 'fish face'. He then pressed his forehead directly on
mine and restated his request, this time in a bit more persuasive tone."

"SWALLOW IT!!!"

Just for a second I wondered what would happen to me if I didn't do it.

---- gulp ----

But I guess I didn't really want to find out...... It had been a long evening.

"That's a good girl," he patronized me. "Now we're not quite finished yet....
We still have to milk the cow. Now open your mouth again and this time, don't
give me a hard time about it, okay?

[what the hell is 'milk the cow'?] I was so sick of following his orders, but
what else was I supposed to do? If I say no, then he gives me a tittie twister
or a pussy slap..... and then he's just going to make me do it anyway. The
stuff still tasted terrible, but I opened my mouth as he instructed......let's
just get this over with.

Devin leaned forward and positioned his cock over my mouth. I watched as he
squeezed it with his thumb and forefinger downward from the base to the head.
The last remaining stream of cum oozed out of the little hole and landed on my
tongue. [Yuck!] I guess he called it milking the cow 'cause it looked like
farmer pulling the udder of a cow to get milk. But this time I swallowed it
quickly just to get it off my taste buds.

"THIS IS FUCKING DISGUSTING!!!! YOU KNOW THAT?!!!" I yelled at him.

"Good," he nodded back, "I'm glad you're enjoying it..... Now lick me clean."

"What?!"

"You heard me! My cock is all messy and sticky now, and it sure as hell didn't
get that way all by itself. If you want to have your fun and make a mess,
that's fine..... but now you've got to clean it up. So start licking my cock
and keep doing it until I say you're finished."

I didn't move. I hated his arrogant attitude so much....... and he just
kneeled there above me waving his ugly thing in front of my face.

"Kimmmmeee," he said in a tone of warning..... Then he grabbed my left nipple
again threatening to give me a twister.

"ALRIGHT, I'LL LICK YOUR STUPID FUCKING COCK......... BUT YOU BETTER GET YOUR
FUCKING PLIERS READY!! [in reference to biting him off]

Without letting go of my nipple, he brought the head of his penis to my lips
and calmly stated, "No, Kimmie..... you will simply lick my fucking cock
without making anymore smartass comments...... So start licking NOW."

A few tears watered up my eyes and I closed them shut. I felt so degraded that
I just didn't care anymore how bad his cum tasted. I licked him again like an
ice cream cone and moved my tongue around the front and back of his cock. Then
I took him into my mouth and sucked off all the gooey stuff from the tip.....
and I swallowed it right away.

"My balls are sticky too, Kimmie...... Lick my balls."

Devin must have noticed the awful scowl I gave him and I expected him to
threaten me with more pain, but instead he just shook his head.

"Ohhhhh, alright Kimmie............ Lick my balls........... please."

For any other boyfriend I've had, I wouldn't have considered that to be a
polite remark..... but for Devin, I think it was about as much as I'd ever
expect...... And it wasn't as if I had much choice in the matter.

His sack was somewhat hairy so it felt a little like licking fur. I took one
side of it into my mouth and sucked on it. I could feel the little round thing
inside with my tongue. It kind of swished around wherever my tongue pushed it.
I thought about how much damage I could inflict simply by clamping down my
jaws and squashing one of his balls like a grape. The thought of
incapacitating Devin was very tempting and maybe I would have done it if felt
I could run away...... But again, I had limited choices.

I did the same work on his other side and licked off all the beads of sticky
cum that was matted on his scrotum. As I did so, an unexpected third visitor
made his presence known in the bedroom..... It was my cat, Oscar, who'd been
sleeping this whole time under the bed. [almost nothing wakes him from his
naps] He leaped on top of the bed and 'meowed' to my face, completely ignoring
my unwelcome companion.

Devin actually smiled and sat back, straddling my waist again. He reached out
and scratched Oscar on his head. "Oooo, look who's here..... Hi, little
kitty..... Hmmmm, this wouldn't be an 'attack' cat now, would it, Kimmie?.....
Like, if you say a special word, will he rip off my testicles?"

"After what you just made me do, Devin, I sure as hell should TRAIN him to."

"Oh c'mon, be nice...... So why is he meowing at you so much?"

"Well 'duhhhhhhh', just maybe he's hungry."

"Oh, okay, well I can take care of him." Devin scooped up Oscar in his arms.
"Which cupboard do you keep his food in?"

"Devin, if you hurt my cat, I swear I'll kill you."

He started out the bedroom and headed for the kitchen. "Will you quit being so
paranoid. I love animals. Besides, don't you think by now that I know how to
take care of a pussy?"

"You're really sick, Devin..... his stuff is in the lower right."

After a few seconds, I could hear him opening up some tuna with the electric
can opener, and Oscar finally stopped his meowing. Devin must have scavenged
through my refrigerator too, because when he returned to the bedroom, he
brought back with him, a couple of items.....a corn on the cob, and a raw
carrot. "I found a few things for you too, Kimmie," he said.

"No, thanks," I replied, " I'm not hungry."

That was probably the dumbest thing I said the whole evening.

Devin took a few bites out of the pointy end of the carrot. "Hey, this is
pretty good. I'm glad to see you're into health foods, Kimmie. Everybody needs
a little roughage in their diet. Corn's good too..... but it does have some
other uses you may not be familiar with."

"Uh...... I don't like the tone of your voice, Devin...... Look, since you're
done now, can't you just untie me and let me go now? I'm really tired already,
okay? What the hell more do you want from me?"

"Sure, sweetness..... You can go, but first I think we need to stop and
consider what might occur the next time we get together for love making.

[next time? what, is he out of his fucking mind?..... or maybe I should just
be thankful that he isn't intending to kill me? what a swell guy]

I asked innocently, "Uhhhh, what do you mean, Devin? Like maybe you should
wear a condom?"

"No, no, I wasn't referring to that.....See, when I was finger-fucking your
pussy a little earlier tonight, I noticed that you were kind of tight in
there...... and if we should decide to make love next time, I don't want it to
be painful for you."

"Yeh? And?.... So what are trying to tell me?"

Devin seemed to be fumbling for his words. "Well, uh, now I don't want you to
get all excited about this and start over-reacting like you sometimes do,
.....but.... uh--" He held up the corn-on-the-cob between his hands. "-- I
really think it would be in your own best interests if you were fitted with a
pussy stretcher."

I immediately locked my legs and shook my head in amazement. And I yelled at
him, "I don't care WHAT when on here tonight, or WHAT might happen later, but
you must be a total idiot, if you think I'm going to let you shove a whole
corn into me like that!! Just get it OUT of here!!"

Devin rolled his eyes. "You know, with all the bitching you do, I'd swear you
must have PMS or something. Why does everything always have to be an argument
with you? --especially when you know that I only want to help you. It just so
happens that thousands of women around the world do this as a fertility ritual
just before marriage..... and it makes love-making more enjoyable too."

"Devin, that's BULLSHIT!!"

"No, seriously, I read it in a geography magazine.......Look, I even brought
some margarine from the fridge to use as a lubricant. It won't be bad at all,
really..... So why don't you just spread your legs apart, and then we'll go
real slow and easy, okay?"

I was so mad at him. "No, Devin, I WON'T!!!..... And I don't care if you twist
me, tickle me, spank me, beat me, or whatever the hell you've been doing to
me, I'm NOT gonna go through with this!! I don't need any god damn pussy
stretcher, and I don't WANT one! And I don't even care if you torture me, I'm
telling you, I'M NOT GONNA DO IT!!!

Devin put one hand under his chin and pondered my angry response. "Torture?
Hmmmm, Now that's an idea.......Tell you what, Kimmie..... If you don't spread
your legs wide apart right now, I mean the widest you can possibly spread
them.....

[I tried not to look worried]

"..... Then I'm going to get two empty pickle jars from my apartment and go
outside with my little butterfly net..... and I'm going to put one yellow-
jacket bee in each jar and shake them up to get 'em real mad..... and then
I'll come right back here, take the lids off, turn the jars upside
down.....and place them on top of your breasts, right over your nipples."

My eyes started to get teary again, but I still yelled back at him, "And I
know you would DO that, too!!"

Devin sighed. "Oh, c'mon Kimmie..... You know I wouldn't really do that!"

"Yes, you WOULD!!"

"No, I wouldn't."

"WOULD!!"

"Wouldn't!!"

"WOULD!!"

Devin threw the corn onto the bed. "Oh, STOP IT!!..... Hell--There aren't even
any bees out at night anyway!" Then he took a deep breath.....and spoke again
more quietly. "Okay, okay..... I'll tell you what, Kimmie..... If you let me
fit you with a pussy stretcher..... then I'll leave.

Well, now that was an offer than sure got my attention. "You mean 'leave' as
in 'leave my bedroom'..... 'leave my apartment'?" I asked him.

"Yes to both."

"You mean 'leave right away'?..... You promise?"

"Yes, yes,..... okay, already??"

He had finally given me a real choice. I quickly spread-eagled my legs as wide
as I could, still in front of the prying eye of his camcorder. And then I
looked back at him. "So how's this, ASSHOLE?!! Is THIS fucking wide enough for
you NOW?!!"

Devin looked surprised. "You know, Kimmie..... I would have felt a little
better if you had at least taken a few moments to think it over...... but, uh,
yes I think this will do."

He picked up the corn again and, on the narrower tip, he dabbed some margarine
around the first three inches. The he paused a few seconds and just stared at
me.

"What's the matter, Devin..... second thoughts? Would you rather have me shove
it up your butt?"

"Uh, no no, Kimmie, I was just admiring your pussy. I just think it's so
lovely."

"Yes, Devin, and your penis has a nice smile, too---Can we get on with this?"

Devin moved closer and gently spread apart my labia lips. I watched and held
my breath as he inserted the tip of the corn into my vagina. My body jerked a
little at its first touch and the yellow corn-on-the-cob was already meeting
with resistance. It wasn't big for a corn, but it was positively huge compared
to anything I had ever dreamed of getting personal with. Devin pushed forward
and slowly turned it to slide in the first two inches.

"OH! Wait!! It hurts.....Hold on a second!"

"Kimmie, it IS going to hurt if you don't learn to relax your muscles down
there. You're too tense right now."

"Yeh? Well, did you ever think that maybe this isn't exactly the kind of
activity I would choose to help me relax?!" As I said that, Devin pushed the
corn in another inch.

"Oooooohhhh!!, Ooooooohhhhh!! No, wait!" My eyes widened as I saw the opening
of my vagina stretched wide apart by the large diameter of the corn. The
stretching was causing me considerable pain. "Shit! No! Is it too late to
change my mind?!"

He pushed further. "Yes."

"Aaaaaaaaaaghhh!!! Devin, stop! Can't you see this thing is hurting me?!"

"After four inches? So far, you've only fucked a midget...... Here, I'll rub a
little more margarine on and see if we can loosen you up. Here we go now."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.....I think I'm gonna pass out.......This is more than I
can handle, Devin..... let's just stop, okay?"

"Look, Kimmie.....You're half way there already. All you need to do is work on
the same deep breathing exercises that you would do if you were pregnant. This
is just like having a baby only in reverse. So you need to encourage ME to
push..... like this----"

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!...... yes, doctor."

"There, that's it.... good. You're breathing much more evenly now. I just love
watching your chest move up and down like that. And anyway, this will be good
practice for you for when you have to take ME inside of you."

"Oooooooooooohhhhh, Oh, Oh.......Don't flatter yourself, Devin..... I've seen
you naked."

"I still am..... By the way, did you know that a horse's cock is over thirty
inches long?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh!!..... So? Did the horse look at you funny when you
pulled out your measuring tape?" My face was perspiring and I was breathing
quite heavily now. I had never before experienced this kind of pressure on my
insides. The only real movement I was making was sliding my stockinged feet
back and forth from a knee-bent position back to a legs-flat position, like
peddling a bike. This uncomfortable activity reminded me all too much of
having my privates poked and fiddled with by a doctor on the examining table.
It was just one more way for Devin to humiliate me..... and I was going along
with it.

"We're almost there now..... so I just need you to relax and exhale one more
time."

"I'm glad this is so relaxing for YOU, Devin...... I think I would've been
better off with bees stinging my nipples."

"Here we go now..... pushing in......."

I still couldn't relax much. "Oo oo oo oo oo aaaaaaah!" I watched as Devin
placed his thumb on the butt end of the corn and followed it up inside me. As
the object made its way completely in, I gasped as I saw the widely stretched
opening of my vagina close back in around his thumb. Then he withdrew to
admire his work. He just smiled.

"Good girl..... I'm proud of you."

I started a laughing type cry..... chuckling but with tears dripping from my
eyes. I couldn't believe that I had let him do this to me..... And I couldn't
believe that I was actually pregnant with a corn-on-the-cob.

"Can't you take it out now, Devin? You wouldn't even stuff a turkey like
this."

"I don't know..... Do have any of those miniature corn holders with the little
points on the ends?"

"This is not funny, Devin. I don't like it at all...... OH!! HEY!! What are
you doing?!! OOOOOO!!! STOP IT!! What's going on?!!"

To my surprise, Devin was bent on adding, not subtracting vegetables. He
lifted my thighs from underneath leaving my legs bent up in the air.....and he
then began forcing the carrot up my rectum. I kicked my feet up and down.

"OWWWW!! Devin!!! STOPPPPP IT!!!"

"Just take it easy, Kimmie..... A butt plug is always used with a pussy
stretcher. They go together. You can't just use one without the other. Don't
worry, I put plenty of margarine on it so it'll slide right in."

"OHHH!! It hurts, damn you!! You never said I had to do this!!"

"It's not that bad, Kimmie. I ate the top half of the carrot anyway so it
would have two rounded ends. This should help you avoid constipation."

"ooooooooooooohhh...... FUCK CONSTIPATION!!" I screamed at him. "WHAT ABOUT
HEMORRHOIDS?!!"

"Kimmie, you're over-reacting again..... "

"SO HELL!! Then why don't YOU try this sometime?......ooohhhh, but what if I
have to go to the bathroom?"

"Well, you're a big girl..... you need to hold it for a while. There you go,
we're all done now. How do you feel?"

"How do I FEEL?!!..... I feel like I've been gang raped by a tossed salad."

Devin got off the bed and started dressing himself again. As he zipped up his
fly, he look back over to me. "You can get dressed now too, Kimmie."

I yanked on the leather belts that still bound my wrists. "Is that supposed to
be funny?" I asked him, while still moaning from the pressures inside me. I
could barely move any part of my body.

"Hmmmm," he replied, gazing over my bloated pelvis. "I can see that might be a
problem for you now...... Looks like I'm going to have to dress you myself."

CHAPTER 7

"Devin, I thought you said you were going to leave."

"And I'll keep my promise.....but I think it would be ungentlemanly on my part
if I were to just walk out on you like this, leaving you naked and helpless."

"Oh, ... I completely forgot that you were a gentleman. How foolish on MY
part."

He turned back around and walked over to my large wooden dresser chest. He
then pulled open about three drawers, pushed things around, and then closed
them back up. "So where do you keep your panties?" he inquired without looking
back.

I was getting so annoyed. If Devin had one great talent, it was that every
five minutes, he made me feel violated. "Damn you! I don't appreciate it one
bit having you rummage through my personal things like this."

Devin then opened the left center drawer and discovered my treasure of
panties. He stuck his nose down into it and took a deep long sniff. Then he
grinned and looked back at me. "Hey, as long as they're clean and paid for,
you have nothing to be embarrassed about."

But I was embarrassed. Devin seemed to take great delight in thoroughly
examining each pair of my panties. He stretched the waistbands and held them
up to the light."

"I see you like these sport panties with the higher cut on the side.. . .with
matching tank top.....cool, do you use these as your jammies?..... Ooo, here's
some cute ones with little flowers all around...... Uh oh, look at this one.
It's got a hole in the crotch. I hope you don't wear that one to work."

"Just shutup, Devin."

"Wow, what do we have here?..... leopard skin? HOOoooo!! Do you like to play
jungle games, Kimmie? You probably look real cute in these......and I'll bet
you didn't buy them yourself, heh heh."

"STOP it!!" I couldn't stand him snickering at me like that.

"So who gave them to you?"

"One of my ex-boyfriends, alright?"

"Hmmm, he must have had a matching loin cloth too, huh? Let's see, here.....
Oh, these are very cute too..... polka-dot valentines with a little lace
around the edges. I'll bet the same boyfriend bought you those too, huh?"

"No, a different one."

"So every time you get panties, you dump your boyfriend? What are they,
parting gifts?

"Stop it, Devin!"

"Hmmm.....So where do you keep your bras?.....You do own a bra, don't you?

"I thought you said you were leaving."

"Ah, here's the right drawer...... Hmmm, so you like these sports bras....I
see you have quite a few.....there's no snap in the back. Now, what's the
reason for those, do they keep your titties from bouncing when you exercise?"

"I thought you said you were leaving."

"Kimmie, sometimes I get the feeling that you actually WANT me to leave. Okay,
be that way, see if I care...... I'm leaving now.... good-bye, Kimmie."

Devin walked past me again and strolled out the bedroom. I didn't hear him
after that, and I waited several seconds. "Uh, Devin," I called out. "Didn't
you forget your belt? WILL YOU UNTIE ME ALREADY!!?"

He stuck his head back through the doorway and grinned. "As long as you let me
dress you up."

Sometimes, I felt that Devin acted so immature. "I've never met a man with so
many damn fetishes," I said to him.

"I never met a girl who looked so damn good naked," he replied.

After a deep breath, I sighed. "Alright, fine.....just do it quickly, okay?"

"Now if I untie you, you're not going to go running around, screaming, and
throwing stuff like you did before, are you?"

"Run around? Devin, with all the shit you stuffed into me, I'll be lucky if I
can just waddle across the room."

With that, Devin proceeded to loosen the two belts that hand bound my wrists
for nearly the entire evening. By now they had been pulled so taught that even
he had trouble getting them undone. The red press marks that they left all
over my hands and wrists were really ugly.

"LOOK AT THIS!!" I yelled at him. "I could have died of gangrene for all YOU
cared!"

"Ohhhhh, you'll be fine. Maybe next time, you'll be a little more co-
operative and we won't have to do that." [I didn't like the way he kept
talking about 'next time']

It felt awful being so 'plugged up' the way I was, and I felt my body parts
pressing one another when I tried to walk. Devin led me over to my dresser
chest but it was still so embarrassing to be stark naked in front of him. I
tried to cover my breasts with my arms and turn sideways away from his view.

"Hmmm, I didn't notice this before," he said, picking up my cloth measuring
tape out of one of the drawers. "Yes, I think it would be a good idea to get
your exact measurements before I dress you.... just to be sure of the correct
size."

I looked at him without turning my body. "Devin, just forget it..... The
clothes all fit, okay?"

Devin approached me from behind and lightly draped the tape over my head.
"Perhaps so, Kimmie..... But for something this important, I need to be sure.
So, uh, you'll need to lower your arms if I'm going to get an accurate chest
measurement.

I bit down on my lower lip. This was so humiliating, even after everything I'd
been through with him. He was still treating me like his girl toy and doing
anything he wanted to.

"Oh well," he sighed, "I guess you DO want me to stay for the night.

"No, I don't," I muttered bitterly. And I dropped my arms to my side and just
closed my eyes.

Devin rubbed his right hand over my back and gradually lowered it, rubbing
large circles around my butt. [hadn't we been here before?] Then he placed the
cloth tape measure over my breasts and touched the inside of my arms signaling
me to lift them up so that he could complete the circle around my shoulder
blades. The circle was then drawn closer together. With little self control, I
could feel my nipples become erect as the edge of the cloth tape brushed
across them. This did not escape Devin's notice..... as he peered over my
shoulder.

"You seem to be enjoying this," he said, smiling. "And thirty six inches is
just a perfect size, too....... But how do you measure for a cup?"

"I don't know, Devin," I grumbled. "I guess if a catcher has a big cock, he
gets a big cup and if he's got a little cock he gets a little cup."

"I see..... Okay, you're funny, but I really want to know how to measure a
girl's cup size. I'm just curious, that's all."

"I think you're just stalling, Devin."

"No, Kimmie, you've got it backwards.....You're the one who's stalling."

"Devin!" I stomped my foot and frowned, but I knew that if I didn't co-
operate in my own embarrassment, he would never leave. "Okay, look.....You
take a second measurement in a circle around..... just below the armpits and
the collarbone where my breasts start to curve....but it's supposed to be done
when I wearing a bra."

"Oh, that's okay, I can measure you without the bra for now."

Devin followed my instructions for the second circle, but he paused to cup my
breasts in his hands and flick my nipples with his index fingers. "Is your
posture straight enough now for me to measure?" he asked.

I grinded my teeth and answered, "Yesssssss."

"Good....looks like you're 33 inches around at the top of your breasts. So
what does that mean?"

"You just subtract it from my bust size of 36. So three inches difference is a
'C' cup."

"Oh, I get it now.....You're just measuring how far your boobs stick out. Hey,
that's pretty ingenious. Hmmm, let's get your other vital numbers while we're
at it.

He bent down and wrapped the tape around my waist...."Ah, that's about 27
inches there..." and my hips...."And that's about 37 inches there."

Now I was annoyed as well as embarrassed. "Those are NOT my measurements,
Devin..... It's supposed to be 25 and 35. You just got me so damn plugged up
that I look FAT!"

Devin set the tape down and smiled, putting his hands on my upper arms. "You
look perfect, sweetness. I could just stare at your naked body all day long,
and I mean that sincerely."

"I'll BET you do......but you said you would get me dressed."

"Yep....I want to see how cute you look in those leopard skin panties."

Devin open up the panties and kneeled down, touching my foot. I placed both my
feet in and he slid the panties up around my waist. Then he stepped back to
admire the view. "They're hot," he said, "...... but there just not 'you'. I
think we need to try something a little more conservative."

Against my protests, he slid the leopard panties off leaving me naked again.
Then he grabbed another pair and held them out to my feet. I just shook my
head and obliged him, and he slid the new pair up.

This time Devin didn't even step back. "Uh oh," he said, "This is the one with
the hole in the crotch." As he said that, he poked his index finger through
the hole and prodded it at the entrance of my vagina."

I grabbed his arm and yelled, "Devin, STOP IT!!..... I'm TIRED of this
already!!"

"Okay," he replied nonchalantly. Then he yanked the panties down leaving me
naked again. "The hearts...... that's the pair that definitely says 'you'."

"Fine," I answered, "Just don't take them off anymore."

He slid up the polka-dot valentines around my waist and stepped back. "You
know, Kimmie.... Those things just want to shout out and say 'Look at me! Am I
cute or what?!. Now, would you like to put on one of your sports bras? I want
you to wear a bra more often, Kimmie..... I don't want to have other men
ogling your nipples."

"No, Devin.... Only you."

"Good, you learn fast. Put it on.....Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to check
your outfits in the closet here."

My entire personal wardrobe was then subject to Devin's close inspection and
judgment. "I may seem a little ignorant about fashion, Kimmie, but in my
opinion, you have very good taste."

"Am I supposed to say thank you to a peeping Tom?"

"This blue sleeveless thing is nice. What is it?"

"It's a camisole. You can wear it forward or backward, depending on whether
you want a high or low neckline."

"I see..... Well, for me you can wear it with the low neckline. Try it on."

"Okay, but I would normally wear it with a regular underwire bra, not a sports
bra."

Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. "No problem," Devin said..... And with
great eagerness, he walked up to me and placed his fingers under the lower
edge of my bra and yanked the whole thing over my head. Each time he took off
my clothes, it felt no less degrading than the time before. Then he retrieved
one of my light regular bras and helped me fasten it in the back. And finally,
I let him slip the camisole over my head, with the low line facing forward.

"What do you usually wear with it?" he asked.

"Walking shorts, mostly," I answered. "They look kind of like a skirt. There's
a pair that goes with the blue cami."

He held the walking shorts out for me to step into...... and now that I was
fully dressed, my main goal was to get rid of Devin and get back undressed as
quickly as possible so I could pull out my plugs.

"You do look very nice in that outfit," Devin said, nodding in approval of his
own selections. Then he turned to gather up his belongings. The camcorder,
which had been filming an empty bed for the last ten minutes, was finally shut
off. He pulled out the cartridge to check how much tape had been used up. I
know it was a lot...... And he picked up his fishing rod which was still
hooked up to my panties.

"Mind if I keep these?" he asked. "You know..... sort of like a souvenir."

I glared at him. "You mean sort of like a trophy."

"No, no, no..." he insisted. "Here..... I'll make an even trade with you."

And in the most surprising moment since he first entered my room, Devin did
something that seemed totally out of character. He offered me back a piece of
my dignity....the video tape.

I was dumbfounded and I looked at him with amazement. "Why would you do that?"
I asked. "I thought you wanted to show it to all of your immature friends."

"I said mature friends..... and I was only teasing about that anyway. Just
consider it an act of good faith. I told you I made the tape for US. And it
seemed like you had the best orgasm of your life tonight, so I thought you
might like to remember it. Just don't go out and burn the tape, okay?"

"Well, alright, but you know I tried to call 911 earlier....."

"Yes, Kimmie, but that was before you experienced true passion. What I did for
you tonight, I wouldn't do for just anyone."

"Well, that's a relief."

"Somehow you don't strike me as the type who would enjoy having twelve horny
jurors masturbating in the deliberation room while watching your gorgeous
naked body surge to a climax. And if you don't turn in the tape, hey, let's
face it..... I believe you swallowed all the other evidence."

I had to admit he made some very good points. The two of us then walked
together, out of the bedroom and through my apartment to the back, where the
patio door was still slightly ajar. I slid it open and hoped that he would
actually leave as he promised.

Devin slowly stepped through it backwards, still facing me. He carried a
lonesome expression . "Look, Kimmie," he said. I know there were some times
tonight where it seemed that I might have been a little rough on you...... but
I only acted that way because I like you. I wanted you to be a better person.
Maybe saying 'I love you' would sound a little heavy after a first date, but I
will say that I'm extremely fond of you."

I just took a deep breath and sighed. "It's been a long evening, Devin."

"Yes, Kimmie, it has..... but a very pleasurable one. There's just one more
thing that I think I need to tell you."

"Yes?"

"Uh..... Make sure you cook your vegetables before you eat them."

I rolled my eyes. "You're really sick, Devin."

He leaned forward and planted the lightest possible kiss on my outer lips.
"From you, sweetness," he replied, "..... I'll take that as a compliment."

Devin turned and walked into the night. I closed the sliding patio door.

And this time..... I locked it.

[[[ The End? ]]]

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