Neighborly Nightmare - part 2 - attack in the shower
By Kimmie Cat,  kimmiecat3@aol.com
A single girl learns about the 3 R's  rope, rape, and revenge 


CHAPTER 1

It felt good to be out jogging. I liked exercising a lot, and running was also
a way for me to meditate and air out my inner thoughts. A week had passed
since my run-in with Devin and I had done a lot of thinking about what went on
that night. I was still pretty confused in my own mind about whether he had
just attacked me or was I, in fact, a willing partner. Maybe I didn't protest
firmly enough or make myself clear that I didn't want to be with him. And I
felt so guilty about having an orgasm. How could I have let myself enjoy what
he did to me? How would anyone ever believe that I hated feeling that good.
Maybe I HAD BEEN sending him the wrong signals by deliberately parading in
front of his apartment in my tee shirt with no bra.

In any event, I was glad the whole thing was over and I was able to get
through it without turning into a basket case. And I'm a lot more careful
about locking the doors and windows in my apartment. The sliding patio door
now has a steel bar across it that stays locked all the time. And I put an
extra heavy duty chain lock on the main entrance door next to the regular door
lock. I also bought some other items for my personal self defense.

One thing that seemed kind of odd was the fact that Devin hadn't bothered to
stop by or even call since our meeting seven days ago. But it was all the same
to me. It fact, I was quite relieved that he hadn't tried to contact me
because I just don't know what I would have said to him. He would probably
have asked, 'Hey Kimmie, whatcha been doing lately?' And then I would have
answered something like, 'Oh, just a little gardening..... you know, the
usual..... pulling vegetables out of my pussy and my butt.'

What I'd really like to tell Devin is to find himself a good psychiatrist.
Because I was through forever with all of his stupid antics and I was
determined to get back to leading a normal life. That's why when I was asked
to go out on a date this Saturday night by Roger, one of the guys at the
fitness center, I immediately said yes.

He planned on taking me out to dinner and a movie and I still had a few hours
yet, to shower and get dressed before he picked me up. He said that since he
had to work on Saturdays, he wasn't sure of the exact time but that he'd call
and leave a message on my answering machine. When I got back from jogging, I
checked it and didn't find any messages, but I wasn't really worried and
figured he call soon enough. I still needed to get ready anyway.

As a habit now, I locked the main door and hooked up the chain. My kitty,
Oscar, came over and 'meowed' at me, so I fed him his supper and then I went
to my bedroom in the back of the apartment. I kicked off my shoes and socks.
My whole body was really sweaty from all the running. I yanked off my headband
and unzipped my cotton warm-up jacket. Then, in front of the mirror, I peeled
off my sports bra and gently wiped up some of the perspiration from my chest
and tummy.

Fresh air always felt good on my breasts...... And I liked stripping in front
of a mirror because it let me see how much progress I was making with my
exercise program. Sometimes, like now, I would even get silly by making
muscles in front of the mirror like the guys do. I was proud of the fact that
I was taking good care of myself, although I did look rather peculiar with
this slim upper body shooting out of a huge pair of baggy jogging pants.......
So off they came. And my panties were really soaked too, so they kind of clung
to my skin as I peeled them down my legs. Then I spun myself around in circle
to kick up a breeze. It felt nice to be nude. And I didn't mind walking around
my apartment that way as long as I knew I wasn't getting company.

Even though I was inside now, my body was still perspiring and I couldn't wait
to get into the shower. I set the shower head to deliver a pulsating jet spray
and turned on the water to a warm, but not scalding, temperature..... and I
drew the curtain closed. One of the nice things about our apartment was the
high pressure in the water lines. It made the jet spray feel like a soothing
massage all over my body. I loved standing under it and letting out joyous
sighs of relief....."OOOOooooooohhhhhhh", and the walls around the tub would
then echo my wailing sound.

I worked in a rich lather of strawberry shampoo in my hair and used a soap
cream bar over the rest of me, but I paid particular attention to my breasts.
The squishiness and slippery feel of the suds as I rubbed my firm mounds and
my nipples was about the most pleasurable thing that I could do all by myself.
"OOOOooooooohhhhhhh."

And the walls echoed back, "OOOooooohhhhh." .....just odd that the echo seemed
a little louder than usual.

I picked up my long scrub brush and reached over my shoulder to rub the soft
bristles against my back. It felt wonderful..... I guess I couldn't help it,
but everything in the shower just made me feel
great....."OOOOooooooohhhhhhhh."

And the walls echoed back, "OOOOHHHHH." ..... just odd that this time it
sounded a whole LOT louder than usual.....almost like it wasn't even my voice.

It all seemed very strange. I stopped scrubbing for a second and yelled
out........ "HELLOOOOO DOWN THERRRRRE!"

It was nearly three seconds later that I heard a mouse-like high pitched
squeal in response.... "helloooooooooo up therrre."

A hot flash shot through me like a fireball rushing from my chest to my head.
My whole body began to tremble. The scrub brush dropped from my hand and I had
trouble catching my breath in quick, uneven gasps for air. I stood frozen,
having more fear than curiosity about peeking around the shower curtain.

That decision, however, was soon made for me. The edge of the curtain was
abruptly ripped open and I was confronted by a smiling intruder with a
familiar face. He was wearing a white bathrobe and a pair of slippers. He
sported a tobacco pipe in his mouth and through it, he just grinned at me as
he studied my naked form. Then he nonchalantly slid the pipe out of his mouth
and made me an offer I would have prefered to refuse..... but I had a
sickening feeling that he wouldn't wait around long for my reply.

"Hellooooooo there sweetness..... Mind if I join you?"

CHAPTER 2

I feebly tried to cover my nakedness with my arms. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU
DOING HERE?!!!!", I screamed at him through the noise of the shower.

"OH, I'M FINE, THANK YOU!!" Devin yelled back at me. "HOW THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

Well, I guess it didn't matter much now how he got into my apartment again.
The fact was, he WAS here and I was ready to go into a state of panic. I
tossed my washcloth at him and attempted to step out of the tub to run away.
But as soon as my first foot touched the bathroom floor, Devin grabbed me in
his favorite manner, by a fistful of hair at the back of my head..... and he
held me there stationary with my neck tilted back, while my nude body trembled
with fear.

"Awwww, don't leave now, Kimmie," he moaned, "I just got here."

The irony of deja-vu crossed my mind and yet I still found myself begging for
the same mercy that went ignored a week ago. "D-Devin......please let g-go of
me."

Devin looked around but did not release his grip. "Oh, is it the pipe that's
bothering you?" he inquired. "Yeh, you know secondary smoke can be very
harmful..... but look, see, it's empty..... I was just carrying it for effect,
you know, like with the bathrobe and slippers.... just something comfortable
and relaxing...... for the kind of mood I like to create. But then..... you
already know that about me."

Before I could say another word, he slowly pulled my head back toward the tub,
and the foot that I had planted on the bathroom floor was forced to retreat
with it. "But when you really get right down to it," he added, "taking a
shower wouldn't be any fun unless we're BOTH naked, right?"

Devin wasn't looking for me to answer that. When he released my hair, he
simply let his bathrobe slide off his shoulders and fall to the floor.... and
his lack of other clothing made it pretty obvious that he came prepared to
step right in with me..... and so he did.

I stepped backwards, standing almost right under the jet spray. Devin left his
slippers behind on the bathroom floor. And then he turned and neatly reclosed
the shower curtain. I was totally disgusted by his blatant arrogance and his
disrespect of my privacy. As best as I could, I was determined to summon all
my courage against his trespasses. I stood up straight and tall, and met him
head on..... face to face..... nipples to nipples..... pussy to penis......

"I AM SICK OF YOU, DEVIN!!!! I AM SICK AND TIRED OF YOU BUSTING INTO MY
APARTMENT WHENEVER YOU GOD DAMN WELL FEEL LIKE IT, PUSHING ME AROUND, TYING ME
UP, DOING WHATEVER THE HELL YOU DAMN WELL PLEASE, AND THEN JUST LAUGHING IT
OFF LIKE IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER!!!

Devin seemed to be listening to me, but the more I talked, the more his eyes
appeared to drift lower and lower.... in the direction of my protruding chest.
And I got the uncomfortable feeling that something was rising against my
tummy.

Through the spray and mist, and shampoo suds dripping from my head, I had to
finish what was on my mind. "WELL, IT DOES MATTER!!! YOU THINK THAT WHEN A
GIRL SAYS NO, SHE REALLY MEANS YES....... Well, this time I'm saying no....
AND I REALLY MEAN NOOOO!!! YOU GOT IT???!!! IT'S OVER!!!! I WANT YOU TO LEAVE
NOW AND GET THE HELL.....OUT OF MY LIFE!!!!"

Devin said nothing. As I finished my last remark, his erection was rapidly
approaching full bloom, drawing a wet vertical line up my tummy..... and I was
so angry because it's touch made me giggle.

"Devin, STOP IT!!" I yelled at him.....and then I grabbed his hard cock and
tried to shove it back down between his legs. But naturally, when I let go, it
sprang back up.

My intruder just shrugged his shoulders. "I'm sorry, Kimmie, I can't help
it..... 'cause you're just so unbelievably sexy when your wet..... and
wild..... and angry. I don't know, I really can't explain it..... But seeing a
beautiful naked girl in a shower just makes me incredibly horny. I mean....
it's just a normal reaction. Surely you can understand THAT, can't you?"

I shook my head in disbelief. "Devin, didn't you hear ANYTHING I just said to
you?!! I SAID THAT I WANTED YOU TO----------------- ummphhh... UMMPHHHH!!!"

I guess he didn't hear. Instead of leaving, he embraced me, drawing my body
tight to his..... and at the same time, he inserted his tongue past my lips,
and darted it across my own tongue as if encouraging me to 'French' him back.

I tried to fight him off, twisting my head and punching my fists into his
back. But when I got him to step off a bit, he grabbed hold of both my wrists
and twisted me around.

"Devin, STOPPPPP IT!!! LET GO OF ME!!!" I screamed..... but to no avail.

He still held my wrists firmly with my arms criss-crossed over my breasts. He
stood behind me now with our bodies still 'spooned' tightly together, and I
could feel the length of his hard cock pressed against the small of my back.

"Kimmie, will you PLEASE try to relax? It's just me---Devin. You always seem
to over-react to everything.

"I KNOW it's you, Devin!" I sobbed. "That's why I'm so angry! I just want you
to LEAVE!!"

"Okay, Okay, I'll leave, all right? But I just can't leave you in a state of
hysteria like this."

"Of course not, Devin. There's always conditions. What kind of hoops do I have
to jump through for you now?"

"No, no,....C'mon, all I want you to do is calm down. Can you at least do that
for me?"

"It always has to be for YOU, doesn't it?"

"Look, Kimmie..... If I let go of your arms, will you just take a deep breath
and relax, and not start swinging your fists at me? Can you just do that,
please?"

"Fine," I sighed, giving in to what seemed to be a reasonable request. I took
a deep breath and exhaled. When I did, Devin let go of my arms and they
dropped to my side. But HIS arms remained in place, leaving the palms of his
hands conveniently in place for him..... on top of my breasts.

"Devin, you said---"

"Now just answer me one question," he interrupted.

"But you said you were going to---"

"JUST ONE QUESTION!" he blurted out.

"WHAT?!" I yelled back, not even able to see his face.

"Does it feel good," he queried, ".......................................when
I do..... this---"

With his thumb and fingers in an 'L' shape on each hand, he slowly maneuvered
my breasts downward and toward each other. And through the oozing shampoo suds
that were dripping from my head, he reversed his motion, guiding my mounds
upward and apart. As he finished this cycle, each of his slippery fingers slid
across my nipples flicking them sharply, like a car going over little speed
bumps. My nipples became erect instantly. He certainly knew how to get my
attention.

"Devin, this is not what you--- "

"No, no, don't go thinking up some bullshit answer. Just tell the truth.....
Does it feel good when I do this?"

His hands repeated their squishy cycle, messaging my chest with soothing, even
pressure. I didn't answer. But as his hands kept circling, my breathing began
to slow down into long, steady drawls. I was staring ahead blankly into the
mist. I knew that I had just been doing this to myself a few minutes earlier,
but I never realized how much more sensual it would be when someone else was
doing the stroking.

"Well, does it?" he repeated.

"Yes," I mumbled, "It feels good. [What?! Did I really say that? Shit! I hated
myself! How could I let him control me like this? I had to stand my ground.]

"Devin, enough..... STOP!" I demanded.

But I only used words. I didn't raise my hands or try to step away. And to
Devin, the moment I said 'yes' was an open invitation to stretch his luck.....
and his reach. While still standing behind me, he picked up the cream bar from
the soap tray. And with his right hand, he started working up a good lather,
rubbing it in circles around my tummy and the fringe of my bush.

"Does it feel good when I do THIS?" he inquired. His left arm was nestled
under my breasts and kept our bodies close together.

Then he placed the soap back and I saw him reach over my head. I felt him
changing the water from a jet pulse to a fine mist spray. Still, I didn't
move..... and I didn't answer.

"How 'bout when I do THIS?" he asked, gliding his lathered hands teasingly
down the outside length of my ribs, hips, thighs, and calves.

The atmosphere of my shower was turning surreal. Through the steamy mist, I
could only feel, but not see, that another body was in here with me.

On their return trip, his wandering hands slid between my knees and now
directed themselves along my sensitive inner thighs. He rubbed me, squishing
and squirming his hands back and forth between my legs..... till I couldn't
help but moan with pleasure. Then he lightly glided his nails in delicate
ovals ..... leading closer and closer to my crotch. There, his hands formed a
wedge, prying their way toward my privates, and coaxing me to allow him better
access.

My breathing and heart rate were both picking up speed. "I know what you're
trying to do to me, Devin," I moaned.

His left hand remained at my crotch while his right moved to the rear and
began firmly massaging my buttocks. And I concluded, "You're trying to weaken
my resistance."

To that, he extended the point of his tongue into my left ear, licking and
wiggling it into every crevice. My body shuddered with excitement. It felt so
weird, and so loud.... as if I were being gobbled up by something out of a
seashell.

"And that's exactly what you want, sweetness," he whispered in the same ear.
"Resistance is futile. I am now prying your legs ever so slightly apart."

As he continued to rub me on both sides, I mumbled repeatedly and shook my
head. "No..... no...... no..... no.....
no.....no.....no....................no." But he seemed to be correct and I
could offer little resistance. In fact, at his coaxing, my feet began to
slowly slide apart from each other on the slippery bathtub floor.

His hands quickly converged into my cracks. His left hand began rubbing my
pussy in small, but firm circles. The middle finger inched it's way forward,
then up creating friction against my clitoris. His other middle finger started
to probe my anus..... and finally penetrated it with the help of the soapy
suds as lubrication.

As I stood in the misty spray, Devin rubbed me and reamed me continuously till
my pelvis undulated to his rhythm. My arms hung aimlessly at my sides..... and
I couldn't hide my pleasure.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"I love to hear you moan like that, sweetness..... Do it again for me."

I shook my head 'no' as his fingers rubbed me harder and rougher.

"No, no, no, no, nooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh..... ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh."

With his middle fingers still inside me, his hands grabbed me tightly around
my crotch and buttocks. He lifted my whole body upward till I stood on my
toes..... then he released and dropped me back to my heels. He repeated this
pushing of my body up and down for many repetitions..... till my limbs
trembled..... I closed my eyes and I forgot where I was. All my senses were
just gone.................... vanquished...................................in
ecstasy.

"Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh wohhhh wohhhh wohhhh wohhhhhhhhhhh."

Ripples of endless pleasure radiated out from between my legs. I suddenly
reached out..... to grab the mist with tense ridged arms. It was as if every
organ within me came to climax at the same time ..... and my entire body
shuddered. With my orgasm peeked, my head drooped forward and I was about to
lose my balance. Devin withdrew his hands and wrapped them around my tummy so
I wouldn't fall..... and we remained motionless in that stance for a several
minutes..... till I regained my composure.

I thought he would brag about what he had just done to me. But neither of us
said a word until Devin reached for the soap and 'accidentally' dropped it in
front of me.

"Oh, sorry Kimmie..... Uh, do you think you could maybe bend over and get that
bar of soap for me, please?"

I took a deep breath and I sighed, "You've been watching too many prison
movies."

"Pleeeeeese?" he begged.

[Why should I even bother? Maybe because I was afraid one of us might slip on
it and get hurt.] So I bent over and tried to grab it with my right hand, but
it was pretty slippery and hard to pick up. And as I might have known, the
resulting wide angle view of my pussy's rear entrance proved too irresistible
for Devin to ignore. I soon felt something big and hard poking at my back
door.

Almost at the same instant, I grabbed the soap bar with my right hand and,
reaching around, I grabbed Devin's cock with my left.

I spun around to face him keeping a grip on his tool. Then, as I put the soap
back, I looked at him and grinned..... saying, "Gotcha!"

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!"

I shrieked as Devin surprised me by grabbing the sides of my lower ribcage and
lifting me high into the air above him. My slippery hand lost the grip of his
cock. And now I found myself looking down as my shoulders touched the ceiling.

"AHH!! What are you doing?!! Don't drop me! STAND ON THE RUBBER FLOWERS!!" I
yelled at him. I was afraid he was going to drop ME on my head.

He then lowered me slightly, bringing my nipples close enough for him to
extend his tongue and lick them both like ice cream cones.

"Heeeee hee, Devin..... Stop it!! That tickles!" My hands and feet wiggled
above him but I didn't move too much for fear of being dropped.

"Woohhhh!!" Then he gave my lower body a little shove upward and away, and
like a pendulum, my legs swung back and then forward, straddling his waist. It
felt like he was tossing me around like a rag doll. I had no control over this
situation. [and the elevator was now going down]

As he lowered the full weight of my body, I could now feel my vaginal lips
being pressed hard onto the head of his cock.

"Devin, no! Lift me up!" I protested, trying to grab onto his shoulders. He
didn't ask me if I wanted to do this, but I suppose that shouldn't have been a
surprise. And this time, he didn't even have to put forth his own effort.....
as gravity worked against me. This was like trying to sit on a banana, and the
tightness of my vagina made it hurt. Devin's scolding didn't make me feel any
better either. We were face to face.

"You should have kept that pussy stretcher in you all week," he said. "I think
you've been needing a good fucking for a 'lonnnnnnng' time." Then, as he kept
his left arm around my waist, he put his right hand on my shoulder and forced
me down. "It's time for you to meet the 'big D", sweetness."

"huhh--OHHWWWW!!" The head of his cock painfully split me up the middle and
the rest of my descending torso soon enveloped itself around his rock-hard
shaft. I was now totally impaled on Devin's cock...... and like a small child
sitting on a chair, my feet twitched and dangled helplessly several inches
above the floor.

I felt very awkward facing Devin as his personality changed from passionate to
cruel . His hands were around my lower back so I wouldn't fall off, but he was
getting a good chuckle watching me squirm and kick my feet as I sat
uncomfortably on his cock. My hands rested on his shoulders, having no place
else to put them.

"Go ahead and look down," he smirked. "Guess who's inside you now, huh? This
is what you've been waiting for all along, isn't it? This is what you've been
secreting wishing for ever since the first time you sauntered your gorgeous
bod in front of my patio. Isn't that right, sweetness?"

"--not really," I murmured.

"LOOK DOWN!!" he ordered.

Embarrassed, I titled my head down and looked. All I could see was somebody's
cock rammed up somebody's cunt......and it didn't look pretty. I wanted to run
away but since my feet couldn't touch the ground, that would prove to be a
great difficulty.

"What do you see?" he inquired.

"Devin, why do you have to torment me?"

"Torment you?" he said, acting surprised. "What, are you serious? Who was that
girl I just heard moaning herself into a cosmic orgasm? Was that you, or was
that one of the neighbors?"

"I just shrugged my shoulders."

"Now look down and tell me what you see." he ordered again.

This was so degrading and uncomfortable having my whole body hung up in the
air by my pussy. I looked away from him and muttered, "I see your thing inside
me."

"My THING?!" he scoffed. "Can't we be a little more enthusiastic than that?
Hmmm....Why don't you try it this way----- 'Oh Devin! I see your great big
handsome hard cock inside me.' ----- Go ahead..... Say it."

I was still looking away from him. "oh Devin, i see your---"

"LOUDER!!"

"OH DEVIN, I SEE YOUR--- "

"No, no, no, no, no..... C'mon..... do it with a smile."

It took an awful lot of muscles for me to bare my teeth into a phony grin. "OH
DEVIN!! I SEE YOUR GREAT BIG HANDSOME HARD COCK INSIDE ME!!"

"And it feels wonderful, doesn't it?"

"AND IT FEELS REALLY WONDERFUL!!"

Devin nodded his approval. "Yes, I know, love...... But not half as wonderful
as it's going to feel after I get done fucking your brains out."

Devin's eyes just seemed to light up. I could tell how much he enjoyed being
in total control over my body. The light mist continued to spray around us. He
smiled and put his hands under my armpits and lifted my body several inches
up. I could feel the head of his penis rub against my entrance, but it never
came completely out. Then he let up and allowed gravity take its course. My
body slid back down over him again with greater ease than before.

"You know, Kimmie," Devin said, lifting me up again, "You ought to consider
coming to work for me." Then he eased up and I slid back down. "I'm sure I
could find you a nice position on my 'staff'."

It felt like he already had. Devin's arms continued to work me up and down
like a piston. He appeared to be getting a lot of satisfaction from the
friction I was providing for his cock. But just in the middle of a down
cycle----

"OWWWWW!!" His right hand broke free for a split second and slapped me hard on
the left side of my buttocks. My eyes opened wide and the sting caused my
breathing to speed up.

This was not my idea of a good time. I didn't like him dropping my whole body
weight down on his cock. It was much rougher than regular sex.

"OWWWWW!! Now he slapped the right side of my butt with his left hand. "Devin,
QUIT IT!"

"OWW-- OWWWWW!!" He double swatted me and then grinned.

"Heh, heh.....just trying to get your attention, sweetness. Don't be such a
cold fish. I love squishing our bodies together like this in the suds. How
many of your boyfriends have given you a good screw in the shower, huh?"

He's calling this a good screw? I was so frustrated that I decided to be bold
and grabbed the hair on the back of HIS head. "AREN'T YOUR ARMS GETTING TIRED
ALREADY?!!" I shouted at him.

"Yup," he replied..... and then he turned our bodies sideways and shoved my
back against the tub sidewall with a distinct thud. I grunted as I lost my
breath for a second. He still supported me by keeping his arms wrapped around
my thighs and ass. But now, he started ramming me hard by rocking his hips
forward and back while my pussy remained stationary against the wall...... and
as if this alone were not enough to keep me occupied---

"---Owwwww! Devin, quit spanking me!!"

"OWWWWW!! --STOP IT!!

Each time his cock rammed me, my back and head received a thump against the
wall. His facial muscles appeared contorted as he concentrated on his actions.
And with his hair hanging straight over his forehead, it was hard to tell if
it was drenched with perspiration or mist from the showerhead. He worked hard,
but without passion..... just pounding away at me like a piece of raw meat.

--huff, huff -- "I must tell you, Kimmie," he spoke, amid heavy breaths, "that
I consider it truly an honor and a privilege" --huff, huff-- "to be fucking
the hell out of you."

"Well that sure makes me feel better," I answered sarcastically. "And I
thought you didn't appreciate me."

"OWWWWW!! --QUIT IT, DEVIN!!"

His pelvis rocked and rammed me for several minutes (between the annoying
slaps on my ass) and I noticed that the muscles of his thighs and buttocks
contracted so violently that he looked like a bodybuilder going thru a
gureling workout.....except I was the one who was being worked out..... till
he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.

Then he lifted my body up quickly and shoved me into the corner almost
directly under the shower mist. My legs were split at a ninety degree angle
flush against both walls. The water fell on our faces and I could barely see
him as he bared his teeth, flared his nostrils, and widened his eyeballs. It
was like watching a horror movie. But it was happening so quickly. He just
leaned back and then launched the entire mass of his body forward, driving his
steel-hard shaft deep within me.....throbbing..... pulsating..... and finally
exploding, filling me with his hot fluids.

His body pressed my chest so hard into the corner that I could barely
breathe..... as his anguished voice drowned out the noise of the water.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Then he collapsed against me. I struggled for gasps of air. For a few moments,
our bodies didn't move, remaining glued together against the wall. Devin's
head rested as dead weight on my shoulder. I tried to twist my hips a little,
but his cock still remained stuck inside my pussy. I couldn't get him to budge
and we were both completely exhausted.

At that point, having little other strength, I lowered my legs till I could
rest my feet on the one inch wide ledge at the top of the tub. It gave me a
bit of support. Then I dropped my head next to his on his shoulder...... and
there we remained, cock in cunt, resting as the warm mist continued to
sprinkle over our bodies.

Next time, I'll shower alone.

CHAPTER 3

I don't recall exactly how long we stood together in the tub. It seemed like a
long nap, but was probably just a couple minutes. I could now feel the
friction of his cock sliding out of me as it retracted to its normal size, but
my pussy felt sore inside from all his very hard stroking. Devin took a step
back away from me with a dazed, contented look on his face. With that, my legs
were finally allowed to extend themselves back to the floor but I needed to do
a bit of stomping to get the circulation going again.

Steam was everywhere. I turned around to shut off the water.... and the
bathroom was now eerily quiet. Devin said nothing as I peeled back the shower
curtain and stepped out, grabbing a large towel to wrap around my midsection
from my breasts to my crotch. He followed, donning his white bathrobe and
tying the cloth belt around it.

I was the first to speak. "Devin, I do have other things to do tonight. Can
you please leave now?"

"Sure, love," he replied, "after I give you this gift."

From his bathrobe pocket, he produced a rectangular box, about nine inches
high, wrapped in gift paper, and sporting a small bow. "It has a nice
fragrance that I think you'll enjoy," he added.

"A fragrance?" I wondered out loud. Maybe he got me some perfume. Well if
that's all he wanted me to do before leaving, then fine. I'll open his little
gift, say thank you, and then show him the door.

It did seem to be a bit larger than an ordinary perfume bottle. He handed it
to me and I started tearing off the wrapping paper. When I got about half of
it off, I stopped. My jaw dropped and I looked up at Devin.

"You got to be shittin' me," I said to him, shaking my head back and forth.
"You bought me a douche?! I mean, is this just another one of your sick
jokes?"

"No, of course not," he replied. "I bought it for you because I felt bad about
hurting your feelings last week.....you know, when I said you had a smelly
cunt. I was only being honest because I care about you..... That's more than
you can expect from your other so-called boyfriends."

"Devin, you're the only guy I know who sticks his nose in my pussy."

"And that's exactly my point!" he snapped back. "You could get a lot more guys
to do it if your pussy didn't have such a vile disgusting odor."

"Oh, shut up, Devin!"

"Good comeback."

"Well sometimes you just act so rude and so stupid..... A douche shouldn't be
given as a gift. That is so insulting. It's a personal item. I would buy it
and use it for myself."

"But the fact is, you didn't, Kimmie. And don't ask me to return it either.
What would you want me to tell the pharmacist..... that I couldn't find my
pussy? Imagine how embarrassing that would be."

"Oh, so instead, you would rather embarrass ME?!"

At that moment, Devin's patience with my objections had run out. A scowl I had
seen before on him crossed his face. He then placed himself between me and the
bathroom door and pointed a threatening finger at me. In a deadpan voice he
said, "Just quit your bitching and sit your ass down on the toilet seat."

"But why?" I asked.

"WHY?!" he repeated. "Now who's being stupid?! Because you're going to get
DOUCHED, that's why!"

"Devin! I don't--- "

Before I could finish, he flipped open the toilet lid and grabbed my bare
shoulders with his hands. Then he forced me down, sitting my butt squarely on
the seat. Immediately, I tried to get back up but he pushed me back down again
and held my shoulders.

"I said SIT!!" he yelled at me like I was a dog.

I was getting very upset and I started to cry a little from his rough
treatment. "Devin," I said, choking back tears, "why can't you just leave me
alone?"

"Because I like you so much," he answered.

"You like me so much that you have to be an asshole all the time!!? I looked
up and saw that he was fumbling around with the container and I asked him, "So
what are you doing NOW?"

He held up the side of the box to the light. "Reading the instructions......
Hmmmmm, so where does it say to spread your legs?"

I rolled my eyes in disbelief.

"Let's see..... It says 'Break open small packet and pour into bottle of
liquid'..... Hmmm, Are they sure this is the right stuff? It looks more like a
packet of barbecue sauce."

"Okay, now what?" he read on. "It says 'Next, screw on anatomically designed
nozzle.'" He picked up the transparent object and examined it. "Anatomical, my
ass!" he scoffed. "This looks more like a dog's penis than a man's. Do you
know if they make that, by the way?" he asked me. "You know, like a doggie
douche?..... bitch douche?"

I was starting to get really annoyed by all his smart remarks and I said,
"Devin, do you know what women call a man with half a brain?"

"No."

"Gifted."

"Hmmm," he went on, ignoring my comment, "It says 'hold bottle upright.....
then agitate' .....Agitate WHAT, the girl or the bottle? It doesn't say."

He went on, "Ooooo, now we're getting to the 'business' part. It says 'gently
insert nozzle into the vagina and squeeze the bottle'." Devin got down on his
knees in front of me by the toilet. "Kimmie, are you deaf?" he asked.

"No."

"WELL THEN LIFT UP YOUR FUCKIN' TOWEL!!"

I felt so violated again and lacking in any feminine privacy. Hesitantly, I
lifted up the part of the towel that covered my crotch. My exposed pubic hair
still glistened with water droplets. I closed my eyes. Devin then put his
hands on my knees and split them wide apart. He shoved the nozzle straight up
my pussy as far as it would go.... and there was nothing gentle about the way
he did it. Then he squeezed the bottle hard till he emptied as much of it as
he could.

I put my hands over my eyes and wept. This was just as humiliating as when he
hung me up on his cock in the shower, only this time, he was raping me with a
douche. I hated Devin so..... so...... much.

"By the way, Kimmie, it said on the box that a douche makes a lousy
contraceptive. Did you know that?"

"mmm," I mumbled back.

"What?"

"Yes," I answered without looking at him. "I'm on the pill."

"Oh, good..... Because I'd hate to have some little Devins chasing after me
later to pay for their braces and college tuition. I'm sure you can you
understand that."

"There you go," he said upon finishing. "Don't you feel all clean and
refreshed? Now your pussy smells like a ..... like a..... well, uh....." Then
he stuck his nose between my legs and took a whiff. "hmm, kind of like a taco
salad, I think."

I covered up my crotch again with the towel and stood up. "You're so kind,
Devin," I said gruffly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to do."

I didn't even ask him to leave this time. I was just hoping that he'd take the
hint when I turned away from him and stepped toward the bathroom door. But
instead, he reached out and grabbed my arm.

"Hey wait a second, Kimmie. Before you run off, I wanted to ask you something.
Do you still have the tape we made last week?"

"Devin, I told you..... I'm very busy now."

"You didn't throw it out, did you?"

"No, now will you let go of my arm."

"Hey, great! Why don't we watch it together for a little while then?"

I was getting really annoyed. "Some OTHER time, Devin. I told you I was really
busy now and you told me that you would leave right after you gave me your
wonderful gift."

"But you don't have to watch the whole thing now. Just for a few minutes,
okay? It's not going to hurt anything."

I started yelling back at Devin, "I said I didn't WANT to. I've done ENOUGH
with you today. Now LET GO OF ME!!"

But instead of letting go, he yanked on my forearm and dragged me back closer
to himself. "I don't UNDERSTAND you, Kimmie," he fumed, getting right up to my
face. "I don't understand why you have to have to act so BITCHY every time I
come over here!! I try to be nice to you, hoping that just ONCE, you could
return the favor..... But NO, you're always too fuckin busy to care about MY
feelings. HELL! You didn't even THANK me for the gift!"

His tight grip on my forearm was starting to hurt and I was getting really
scared again like last week. I knew how bad things could wind up when he
started getting rough with me. So I bit down on my lower lip and quietly said
to him, ".......thank you, Devin."

"You're welcome, Kimmie," he replied. Satisfied now, he released my arm. Then
he paused for a moment before adding, ".....And?..... Isn't there something
else you wanted to say to me? Like, uh..... weren't you thinking about
inviting me to stick around for awhile..... and maybe watch a little bit of
our tape?"

----- (((DEEE DONNNNNNNNG)))-----

"The doorbell!" I thought. "Oh my god, it must be Roger! He's here already!
Great! He can help me get rid of Devin."

I bolted away from Devin's side and slung open the bathroom door.

"Kimmie!" Devin called. "Hey, Wait a second!"

When I shot through the doorway, Devin reached out, trying to grab me again.
This time he only got a piece of my towel hanging over my butt. As I rushed
away and he pulled back, the towel unraveled around my breasts and I was stark
naked again. But I wasn't going to let that stop me. I ran through the dining
room and living room, then got to the door, and slid back the security chain.

Quickly, I unlatched the lock and turned the handle, already calling for
assistance from my date. "Roger, you've got to help me!!"

"WOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH.......LADY!!!!!..... Hey, if you need any help, just name
it.....PLEASE!"

The shock froze me in place. This was not my date. I was now standing
completely naked in front of a sixteen year old pimply faced pizza delivery
boy, who was even shorter than me.

"By the way," he said with eyes aglow, "You did order a ten dollar pizza with
my sausage, didn't you?.....Uh, I mean pizza WITH sausage."

I hid myself behind the edge of the door. "Shit! This was my rescuer?" I
thought. He already had a bulge in the front of his pants. I wasn't so sure
than running out into the streets naked with a punk kid would be any better a
fate than staying with my lunatic neighbor. And from my experience dating in
high school, I learned that a teenage boy was just a brainless mass of tissue
providing the life support for an erection.

Devin had put his bathrobe back on and now caught up with me, grabbing my
right wrist, while handing the kid a ten dollar bill. "I don't have any other
cash on me," he said to the kid, and then he turned to me. "Hey,
Kimmie.....You want to fuck the pizza boy for his tip?"

I tried to tug my wrist away but couldn't. "Go to hell, Devin," I snapped at
him.

Devin then pulled me away and kicked the door so it swung wide open exposing
my nudity again to the ogling teenager. "She's a real sweet girl," he told the
boy, "but sometimes hard to control..... She's a nymphomaniac."

"Wohhhhhhhhh!! No kidding?!" the boy responded enthusiastically, while
continuing to stare at my body.

My face turned red with embarrassment as I struggled to free myself of Devin's
grip. "BASTARD!!! LET GO OF ME!!" I screamed at him.

But instead of releasing me, Devin set the pizza down and moved behind me.
Then he managed to grab both of my wrists and held them snugly in a cris-cross
over my navel. He quickly lifted and swung my whole body into the doorway so
that I was now only inches in front of the delivery boy.

"You can at least give the kid a good 'feel' for his tip," he told me. Then he
looked up. "Go on, kid..... you can touch 'em. They ain't gonna bite- cha.....
They're just tits!"

I struggled and kicked ferociously against Devin's strength, but could not
escape his hold. "DAMN YOU!!! LET GO OF MEEEEE!!!

The boy hesitated not. His face lit up as he groped my breasts, moving them
around and squeezing on my nipples. "Wohhhhhhhh!! These are GREAT !!!" he
beamed. "Can I touch her beaver too?"

Devin must have nodded because the boy reached down and stuck one of his
fingers up my pussy and started moving it in and out.

I kicked forward into the boy's stomach. "GET YOUR GOD DAMN PAWS OFF ME, YOU
LITTLE SHIT!!!"

The boy rubbed his stomach. "Hey, take it easy, lady!....Your boyfriend said
it was okay."

"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!!" I screamed back.

"Really?" the kid's eyes lit up. "Can I be your boyfriend?"

"NOOOO!!!!!!!!! Go back to the playground, you little pervert!"

"Okay, okay," the delivery boy said, backing off. "I got to get back to work
anyway..... Hey, thanks mister! Those were the best tits.....I mean the best
tips I've had all week."

Devin swung me back around toward the living room and released me as he shut
the door. I angrily stomped away and picked up the large towel that had
covered me when we were in the bathroom. After wrapping myself again, I was
exhausted and just sat down at one of the dining room tables. Then I put my
arms and head down on the table and began to sob hysterically.

Devin made no comment or apology. He brought the pizza to the dining room
table and then took some plates and cups out of my cupboard and some cola from
the frig. Then he served slices to each of us and poured the drinks, but made
no remark about how obviously upset I was.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks and he still ignored me. I looked up and
pounded my fist on the table. "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?!!!" I screamed.

Devin just shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I don't know..... I just
thought you were hungry."

"I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THE FUCKING PIZZA!!!"

Devin looked up and replied, "Well I am..... So why don't you just have a
slice and try to calm yourself down a little."

"But you totally humiliated me in front of that boy and you act like it
doesn't even matter!"

Then he started munching on a piece but he waved his other hand around and
continued lecturing me. "You know, Kimmie, this is so typical of the way you
tend to over-react to things. The kid was harmless. I mean.... were you
worried about corrupting his morals or something? You actually think he'd
never seen a naked girl before?"

"He'd never seen ME naked before."

"Oh, I almost forgot about that...... Miss Pruuuuuude."

"SHUT UP, Devin!"

He continued eating. "You know, Kimmie..... I think what you need to do is to
try developing more of your sense of humor. You take everything too seriously.
Don't be so sensitive all the time. Maybe if you could learn to laugh off
these little things, then maybe you wouldn't let them get you so upset."

I stopped crying and stared directly back at Devin. "I want to know how you
got into my apartment today."

He pointed at my dish of pizza and replied, "You eat..... and I'll talk."

Well, I wasn't very hungry at that point, but I decided to oblige him because
I had to know what was going on. I'm sure I had kept the door locked all the
time.

"You see, Kimmie," he started, "when I left you for a few minutes last week to
get my camera and fishing rod, I went and borrowed the apartment key out of
your purse. See, since you were a little tied up at the time, I didn't want to
take a chance on the door shutting behind and locking me out. That way, you
would have been really stuck."

I kept eating pizza but was puzzled by his story.

"So, I hope you don't mind this, Kimmie, but while I was out...... you know
there's that little hardware store at the corner of our apartment block.....
well, I took the liberty of making a copy of your key.

"What?!" I said in amazement.

"Well, I figured, since we were neighbors, it would be a good idea for me to,
you know..... keep an eye out on your place every once in a while..... make
sure there weren't any burglars around."

I just shook my head. "So breaking and entering into my apartment is your way
of WATCHING OUT?!"

"Hey, come on, Kimmie.....You know I wouldn't steal anything from you. I just
stopped by while you were out jogging..... and I played around with Oscar for
awhile till you got back. He really is a sweet kitty, you know."

"Till I got back?" I asked, still very puzzled. "Well then how come I didn't
see you when I walked in?"

"Devin smiled at me. "Silly girl.....I wanted it to be a surprise, of course."

I rolled my eyes. "So catching me naked the shower is your idea of a
surprise?!"

"Well, not exactly," he went on. "See, I was hiding under the bed when you
walked in, and I was about to say something, but you didn't give me a chance."

"I didn't?"

"No, you started stripping in front of the mirror. I couldn't move. My eyes
were just transfixed..... watching you peel off each article of sweaty
clothing."

I slammed my hand on the table and yelled, "DEVIN!!! .....SO YOU WERE LAYING
THERE THE WHOLE TIME WATCHING ME GET UNDRESSED?!!"

Devin just grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess it's MY turn to say
thank you, huh? Kimmie, you have no idea what that does to me. I'm surprised
you didn't hear my heavy breathing. And I have to tell you..... when you took
your top off and you were making muscles in front of the mirror, I just
thought that was soooooooooooo cute!"

I know my face was turning a deep red again. Getting embarrassed by Devin was
starting to become a bad habit. I couldn't look at him.

"Come on, Kimmie, cheer up. Finish your pizza..... Things aren't that bad.

I rested my chin in my hands and muttered, "Yes, they are..... I was supposed
to be going out on a date tonight only my date hasn't shown up."

"Well, you're not missing much," he replied. "It was a lousy movie anyway."

I lifted my eyebrows. "Huh? What are you talking about, Devin?"

"That movie he was going to take you to..... I'd already seen it..... wasn't
any good. And that restaurant he picked out sucked too. You would've had a
terrible time."

Now I was getting really annoyed. "Devin..... WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!!"

He leaned back in his chair. "Well, you see that guy Roger called while you
were out jogging and----"

"WHAT?!!" I yelled. "YOU TALKED TO ROGER?!!"

"Kimmie, you have to try to understand that this guy is a real pervert. All
he's after is your body. He doesn't care about you as a person the way I do."

"DEVIN!! WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ROGER?!!"

"Well, for starters, I told him that I was your brother. And then he goes on
to tell me about how he shows you the proper body exercises, and the proper
body positions.... and BODY this and BODY that, and when I finally figured out
what his true motivations were .....well THAT'S when I decided that I had to
step in for your own good and do something."

"AND???!!!" [my blood pressure was rising fast]

Devin blinked his eyes at me and casually replied, "And I told him that you
were sorry, but you weren't feeling very well this evening. You had a 103
temperature and you had gone over to mother's house for some hot chicken
soup..... so perhaps you could get together some other time."

I rose from my seat, fists clenched, eyes wild with hate.

Devin remained relaxed and just waved a hand. "Oh, you don't have to worry
about it, Kimmie..... Roger was very understanding about the whole situation.
And I figured that since you weren't going to have dinner with him
tonight..... I would just be a sport an order you this pizza."

"THIS PIZZA?!!!" I screamed at him, while picking up the last slice in my
right hand. "You broke up my date and then brought me THIS PIZZA?!!!" I raised
the pizza slice above my head. I could not control my emotions any longer.
"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!" I screamed, "YOU'RE RUINING MY WHOLE LIFE!!!!!!" Then
I took deadly aim and fired off the pizza into the center of Devin's face.

This was an especially greasy pizza and much of the red tomato sauce and
cheese clung to his face as the triangle of dough dropped into his lap. For a
moment, Devin appeared to remain calm as he wiped some of the stains from his
face and stuck his fingers in his mouth to lick them clean.

Then he put a hand under his chin and commented, "You know, Kimmie..... I was
planning on finishing that last piece myself. Wasting food like this is just
not a good thing to do."

As angry as I was, I still feared what could happen to me if Devin got angry.

"People who waste food make me very unhappy," he continued. [At that moment, I
would have preferred getting out and taking my chances with the delivery boy.]

And he added, "This kind of behavior simply cannot be tolerated."

I started looking for an escape route. "Devin, please..... I think that---
AaaaGGGHH!!"

Devin suddenly flung his body across the dining room table straight at me,
sending our cups and dishes sailing to the floor. I backed up against my chair
but couldn't get away free. His right hand latched on to the top of my towel
between my breasts and when I jumped to the side, he ripped it off me again.

So there I was, running buck naked and screaming through my own apartment on a
Saturday night, being chased by a lunatic male in a terri cloth bathrobe with
tomato sauce on his face. This was starting to turn into one of my worst dates
ever.

He cut off my main escape route to the front door and latched back on the
security chain. My apartment was not very large and we ended back circling the
dining room table.

"Devin, please! I just lost my temper..... I'm sorry!"

He wouldn't answer, but his eyes followed my movements very closely. I'm not
sure if he was trying his hardest to catch me, or if he was just stalling
because he liked watching me prance around in the nude. I glanced back into
the kitchen, but since I had just run the dishwasher, there were no available
makeshift weapons laying around in clear sight. And the kitchen was a dead-end
room so I didn't want him to corner me there.

"My purse!" I thought. "What did I do with my purse?" I looked past Devin and
saw that I had left it on the small bookcase in the living room. I slowly
circled the dining room table again, getting him to follow me..... and then I
made a dash for the bookcase.

When I got to my purse, I immediately reached inside. Devin followed close
behind. He grabbed the back of my shoulders and spun me around. Now face to
face, he held me tightly just above both biceps. Then he jerked my body
forward so that we were snug up against each other. My breasts were pressed
against his bathrobe and I could smell his pizza breath as he opened his mouth
to speak.

"So this is how you want it, sweetness? Frankly, I'm a bit disappointed in
you. After the spanking I had to give you last week, I figured that maybe you
would have learned a little respect. But since you obviously haven't ..... I
think we need to arrange a little refresher course."

At that moment, I reached behind him and planted the object in the middle of
his back...... and then I turned it on. For a brief second, his eyes looked
like they might pop out of his head. His arms became instantly rigged. His
whole body snapped to attention.....and then slowly slumped against me as dead
weight, with his head buried between my breasts.

Then I let go of the button. I don't know how many 'zillions' of volts one of
these stun guns puts out, but they certainly are effective. Since I already
started it against his body, I didn't hear the usual crackling noise of the
sparks..... and neither did Devin.

As I took one step back and watched his seemingly lifeless body crumple to the
floor, I expressed no pity for this evil man. Yes, he was still breathing, but
I wasn't even sure if that was good or bad.

"Bastard!" I cursed his un-hearing ears. "You deserved it."

CHAPTER 4

It isn't like me to want to hurt anyone, but I felt that 'shocking' Devin was
more an act of self defense than meanness. He looked so peaceful now. Still, I
guess I couldn't just leave his stunned body laying around on my living room
floor like this. I had to call 911, but who..... the rescue squad or the
police? Maybe I'll let them decide themselves. I turned around to walk toward
my phone.

"-----huh?.............WAAAAAAWWWWWWW!!!!" -----(((THUMP!!))) "Oooohh
.....WHAT?!!.........SHIT!!.........DEVIN???!!!!"

I suddenly fell forward and my boobs slammed hard onto the carpeted floor. I
grimaced in pain and looked behind me in disbelief. My heart pounded and
nearly jumped out of my body. Devin had lunged at me, grabbing my left ankle,
and tripped me to the ground. I had no idea how this was possible as I was
certain he was unconscious.....But now, both his hands gripped my ankle and he
was inching forward up my leg while I struggled to rise to one knee. I reached
the foot of the sofa and tried to pull myself free, but he held on and made me
drag him with me.

"Shit!.... No!.... Noooooooooooooo!"

I was breathing hard and emitting little shrieks of fright as his arms became
wrapped completely around my knee and calf......and I was getting rug burns
over the front of my naked body. The growling noises he started to make scared
the hell out me.

"GRRRRRRRRAAAAAAWWWW!!."

He sounded like a maddog or something and just about looked like one with his
teeth bared and eyes crossed. Then he started drooling on my leg. Could an
electric shock do this to a person? I was too damned scared to care. I
struggled to get up on my right leg again while holding the arm of the
sofa..... but at that same moment, Devin reached up under my crotch and took a
painful grip of my pubic hair. Then he yanked me down.

"OWWWW!!! OH! Oh oh." My body fell and twisted as I rolled over on his fist.
He kept his curled fingers firmly attached to my bush.

"YAWWWWWWWWWWWGHGHGHGGHGH!!!" he growled at me, while twisting his grip and
making it feel like pins and needles were sticking me in my crotch. I couldn't
believe this was the same person. He was wild..... and scaring the shit out
me, and I feared that it was all my fault.

Somehow, I had to find a way to escape. I tried turning my body so that I
leaned on my left side. Then I pulled back my right leg, took aim, and planted
hard into his face.

"AHGHH!! YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH----"

What the hell kind of noise was that? Well at least he lost his hold on my
bush, taking a few hairs with him. But he still held onto my leg.

----KICK!!--- ----KICK!!---- ----kick, KICK!!----

His head whiplashed backward. "Shit! I'm free!!" I quickly scrambled to my
feet and made a dash for my bedroom. But I could hear his guttural howling
close behind.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!"

I was running very hard and wanted to turn around and slam the door shut......
but it didn't work...... My feet got tangled in my baggy jogging pants that I
had left on the floor when I went to shower. I tripped forward and landed on
my chest again...... and I had no more time to react. The beast in pursuit
dove on top of me and sunk all ten of his finger nails into the plump flesh of
my buttocks.

"OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

This time, I was the one doing the howling. Now I was trapped in my own
bedroom and scared out my wits. I struggled and clawed at the carpet as he
clawed at my ass.

Then Devin suddenly let go and leaped forward, sitting straddled around my
waist. He grabbed my upper arms and, with one great push, flipped me over onto
my back. He looked wild-eyed and was panting like a dog and baring his teeth.
I turned my head away in great fear..... as he then grabbed my wrists and held
me down.

"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" was the only sound I heard as his head got closer to my
ear. My heart pounded and I thought I might be a goner.. or at the least, he
would bite my ear off.

My shrill little voice pleaded, "no no no nooooooooooooo" and I closed my
eyes.

I expected the worst, but the next thing I heard was a soft whisper of one
'word' into my left ear........... "Gotcha!"

I turned by head back and opened my eyes. Devin sat straddled above me with a
large grin across his face.

"You know, Kimmie," he said, "that little toy of yours would have really
smarted if I hadn't removed the batteries while you were out jogging."

What he said made me furious. "WHAT?!! You JERK!! You've been putting on an
act the whole time?!! You scared the shit out of me!! And you went rummaging
through my own purse?!! Bastard! LET GO OF ME!!"

"Kimmie, I believe the way you phrased it was 'bastard, you deserved it'."

"Well, you DID! I was trying to defend myself. You were going to start hitting
me again. Now get OFF me!"

"No, I wasn't. That was part of the act, too. I knew you had the stunner in
your hand and I was just waiting for you to use it. But doesn't it seem just a
little bit odd, Kimmie, that YOU'RE the one who always STARTS the violence?
..... Like slapping me last week, and throwing your dinner in my face this
week?"

"I've got news for you, Devin..... that dinner is STILL on your face."

Devin then bent his head down till our noses touched. "Well, good!" he
replied. "Then you can just start licking it off..... RIGHT NOW!"

I tightened my lips in defiance.

"Come on, pretend you're a little kitty like Oscar and start licking my
face..... DO IT!!"

But I would no longer let him belittle me like that, and I absolutely refused
to budge. "Go to hell, Devin," I answered coolly. "Only get off of me first!"

"Fine," he said, "I'll get off you..... Come on, get up."

As he leaned back to stand up, he took my hand and lifted me up with him. But
in a quick motion, he jerked me around in a half circle and sat me down near
the pillows on my bed. He kicked the bedroom door shut. Then, to my horror, he
reached under the bed and pulled out two pairs of weird looking handcuffs.

"As I said before, Kimmie, I'm a bit disappointed in you. I was hoping that by
now, you would no longer need 'strong guidance'. But at least this time, I was
nice enough to bring you velvet covered shackles so we don't cut off the
circulation in your wrists."

My heart pounded again as I watched him fasten the first cuff to my left
bedpost. Then I suddenly remembered the lower drawer in my night stand.

Devin held my left wrist and ran the smooth material of the cuffs up and down
my arm. "See how soft and comfortable that is, Kimmie?" he said in a soothing
tone. "You really ought to thank me for being so considerate."

As swiftly as I could, I dropped my right shoulder down and flung open the
bottom drawer. Then I stood up and drew my weapon. "I don't think so, Devin,"
I answered abruptly.

He remained seated on the bed looking up at me cautiously for several seconds.
"Another toy, Kimmie?" he asked calmly.

"Maybe you'd like to try it and find out. And in case you were wondering, I do
keep it loaded."

"You know, sweetness, those things can be very dangerous sometimes in
inexperienced hands. How long have you had it?"

"Since yesterday," I replied curtly. "It would have been sooner, but I had to
wait five days..... and you can stop calling me 'sweetness'! It's all over,
Devin. I mean it . This is where it ends. I'm sick of your arrogance, I'm sick
of your surprises, and I'm just plain FED UP with you interfering in my life.
It's OVER! I'm calling the police and getting you out of here NOW!"

Devin took a deep breath and sighed. "You must be very nervous pointing a
handgun like that, Kimmie. In fact, I can see your tits jiggling while you're
trying to hold it steady."

"Shut up, Devin!"

"Did you know that there have been many studies done showing that most women,
in their own minds, view the barrel of a gun as a phallic symbol?"

"Don't try to talk your way out of this, Devin. It's not gonna work."

"But it's true, Kimmie. Don't you see? A naked girl who's pointing a gun isn't
thinking about target practice. What she's really envisioning is having the
power of a man's cock."

"Devin, you are so full of shit....."

"No! Look at yourself, Kimmie! Can't you understand what's happening to you?
THIS is not the real Kimmie. Now I may not be a Sigmund Frued, but at least I
can say that what's going on here is fairly obvious...... What you're doing is
letting a simple case of penis envy manifest itself into aggressive behavior."

"Stop it, Devin!"

"But I'm not saying this to belittle you. Many women feel that they were born
with inferior genitals and that certainly can be a cause for jealousy. See,
you don't want to shoot me, Kimmie, because violence is not your objective.
What you really want is to have something like that gun barrel sticking out
from between your legs."

I was tired of this bullshit. I pulled the hammer back with my thumbs, setting
the gun into a hair-trigger cocked position. Then, as I held aim with my right
hand, I stepped forward and loosened the cloth belt on his bathrobe with my
left. His eyes darted nervously back and forth. When the bathrobe draped open,
exposing his crotch, I quickly shoved my weapon between his testicles.

"No, Devin," I answered back with authority, "What I really want is to have
this gun sticking between YOUR legs."

Devin swallowed hard and his eyes became as big as saucers. He stuttered a bit
and then put on a big phony smile. "Um, um, um...... Hey Kimmie! Tell you
what! Why don't we just forget all about the pizza thing..... How would you
like a nice fancy dinner at a very expensive restaurant?"

I pressed the barrel harder against his balls and watched him grimace as I
answered, "How would YOU like a 45 caliber vasectomy?!"

He swallowed hard again and slowly looked down at the cold steel squeezed
against his family jewels. "Um, umm......I believe what your holding there is
actually a 38."

"Just as long as you get my point."

"Oh, yes I do," he perked up, amid some oddly contorted facial expressions.
"Uh, if it's alright with you, I'd just as soon pass on the vasectomy for
now."

"Fine," I said, while stepping back away. "Now you see that one handcuff set
that you already fastened to my bedpost?"

He turned his head. "Um.....yes?"

"I want you to attach the open end around your right wrist and close it
tight."

He slowly looked back at me. "But why?" he asked.

"SO I DON'T HAVE TO SHOOT YOU, ASSHOLE!! DO IT!!"

I stood firmly with my legs spread apart. I didn't think that would give him
much of a thrill since I had a gun pointed directly at his chest. But I was
puzzled because he wasn't doing what I ordered.

"Devin, I'm warning you.....You've got five seconds to put those cuffs
on....or else.

He didn't move. I started counting.

"ONE....................TWO................"

Now he stood up and faced me. I raised my aim keeping a bead on his heart.

"THREE........................FOUR......................."

My hands began to shake. He just stood there looking so fucking calm and I
couldn't stand it anymore. "DAMN YOU, DEVIN!!" I shrieked. "Why aren't you
doing what I told you to?!!"

He showed no emotion. He just put his hands on his hips and replied
matter-of-factly, "Because I don't take orders from a slut-whore-pussy-
cunt-bitch."

My reaction to what he said was not something that I controlled. It was more
like the involuntary reaction of blinking when someone claps their hands in
your face. I don't know why it happened and I can't remember how it happened.
But it did.

.............................my finger squeezed the trigger.

CHAPTER 5

I flinched and turned my head away but I didn't hear any big bang. In a way, I
was relieved but couldn't still couldn't understand what happened.

With my head turned to the side, Devin reached out quickly and grabbed the gun
out of my hand. "Now mind you, Kimmie," he said, "I wasn't necessarily
implying that I thought YOU were a slut-whore-pussy-cunt- bitch..... By the
way, were you looking for these----" He lifted up my top mattress and revealed
four bullets laying on my box spring.

"My mouth opened. "But......... how did you do that?"

"Same as before. I removed the bullets while you were out jogging."

"What?! You ransacked my entire apartment?!!"

"No, no," he replied casually, "I was just trying to look out for your own
safety."

I should not have been standing there in the nude playing '20 questions' with
Devin. Without warning, he lurched forward and seized me, again by the back of
my hair. He bent my head forward, way down till it touched the bed. Then he
kick my ankles aside till my legs were spread far enough apart to afford him a
good view of my double-door rear entrance.

"DEVIN NO!! LET GO OF ME!!! STOP IT!!" I struggled against his fist in my
hair.

"Apparently, Kimmie, you must not have been very truthful with the authorities
when they did your background check. You didn't tell them that you were an
irresponsible bimbo that enjoyed shoving a gun up other people's crotches."

As he said that, I felt the chilling and uncomfortable presence of cold steel
sliding up my vagina. I started to cry again.

"No, Devin.....please.....I'm sorry...... I didn't mean to--- "

----- CLICK---- -----CLICK----

"DEVINNNNNNNNN!!!!!"

"Hmmm, I thought you said you kept this thing loaded."

I was sobbing hysterically. My body quivered. Even if the gun was empty, he
was still frightening me out of my wits. "Please don't do this anymore," I
pleaded.

"You want to know where the other two bullets are?" he asked me.

But I was too scared to answer. Then I felt the steel barrel gradually being
pulled back out of me. I was quite relieved. Devin set the gun down and
reached into his bathrobe.

"They were in my pocket," he explained, still holding me down by the hair.
"You see, Kimmie, since I'm philosophically opposed to violence, I believe
that the only real civilized way of discharging bullets is by manual
insertion." He then pushed the piece of cold lead till it disappeared into my
pussy. "..... one up your cunt......"

"Uuuuuugh."

".....and one up your ass."

"UUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH."

"And now that we've re-established safety in the neighborhood, all that we
have to do now is arrest the criminal." He reached up, grabbing the open end
of the handcuff that was already attached to the left bedpost. I'm making a
citizens arrest, Kimmie..... for attempted murder."

I got so angry...... because he was degrading me further by making ME the
criminal. "But the gun wasn't loaded!" I protested.

He countered, "But you didn't KNOW the gun wasn't loaded. You have the right
to remain silent..... or if you prefer, you can moan in ecstasy. Just keep in
mind that any part of my body can and WILL be used against you whenever I feel
like it.

"DEVIN, NO! STOP IT! .... I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS AGAAAAINNNN!!"

As hard as I fought him, I couldn't match his strength. My right wrist was
quickly manacled and clicked shut. Then he got the other pair of cuffs and
yanked my left arm to the opposite side of the bed. I kicked at him furiously,
but he just smiled and it seemed that I might be destined to repeat my ordeal
of last week.

My upper body was soon immobilized and I cried again, my head shaking, with a
sick feeling of helplessness. The fact that the cuffs were velvet covered
offered me little solace.

Devin hopped onto the bed and straddled me around my waist, putting his hands
next to my head. "Now let's see," he said, "Where we're we before we were so
rudely interrupted? Oh yes..... you were about to lick my face clean of all
the pizza sauce that YOU put there."

"And I already told you, Devin, that you can go to hell because I'm not gonna
do it!"

"Hmmm..... Last week I made you lick my balls. This can't be so bad."

"It's worse..... I'd have to look at your face."

"Ooooo, sharp tongue tonight, huh? Well, if you don't want to do it, that's
okay..... I'll just rub it off."

I turned my head to the side. "Owww! Quit it, Devin! Your chin is scratchy.
You didn't shave."

He shrugged, "Then you should have thought of that before you 'slimed' me with
tomato sauce."

"OWWWWWW!!! Shit, Devin! You're like sandpaper..... alright already..... I'll
help you clean it, but just a little bit."

"Good, I want you to pretend your a little kitty cat and use quick little
licks."

I thought I'd have HIM in these cuffs. Ugghhh. I closed my eyes and stuck out
my tongue. This is so stupid. Here I am again tied up again, beckoning to his
every whim.

"I don't hear you purring, Kimmie."

I licked both sides of his cheeks, and the top of his nose, and his eyebrows.
I thought I'd get a hairball. It was disgusting .............but spicy.

"Since you know it was your own fault, Kimmie, then you should at least try to
humor me a little..... Now START PURRING!!"

"rurrrrrr.....rurrrrrrrr.....rurrrrrrrrrrrr." I can't believe I'm doing this.
I didn't have to purr when I licked his balls. I hate when he makes me
participate in his fetishes. I want to go home................ shit, I am
home.

Was that pizza slice so big, or did he spread it around? I licked his chin and
his jaw and his neck and by his ears........

"And don't forget my tongue, Kimmie......"

I was looking straight at him. This wasn't part of the deal. But what would he
do if I refused? Hell, I'm locked up anyway, so what's the difference? I
extended my tongue, but I was losing my self respect.

Devin extended his and we touched, wiggling our tongues around playfully. I
felt bad about that because I really didn't want him to get the sense that I
was enjoying his company. Nothing seems logical when you're tied up. But we
frenched for a couple minutes, spelunking our tongues into each other's mouth.
For that moment, it seemed as if the 'passionate' Devin had returned. I didn't
expect that to last long.

He eased off with a kiss and look down at me again. "Now you know why I call
you 'sweetness'," he said. Then he looked further down and placed his hands
gently on my breasts. "Not to mention THESE lovely things," he added.

But then his head suddenly shot up and he snapped his fingers in the air.
"Hey! I almost forgot about our tape! Where did you say you kept it?"

Groaning at him, I answered, "You don't know? I thought you ransacked my whole
apartment."

"Why?" he replied. "How many guns do you have in this place?"

"Devin, I'd really rather not watch it right now, okay? I'm not in the mood."

"If you don't tell me where it is I'll have to...................uh, ransack
your apartment."

Shit, I know it's easy to second guess myself now, but I couldn't help but
keep thinking..... why in the hell didn't I burn the damn tape? I groaned
again, "Alright, I'll show you, but will you at least unlock me first? I don't
want to have to watch it while I'm tied up and naked."

Devin smirked and shrugged his shoulders. "But sweetness..... don't you
see?..... That's the whole idea! You don't want to spoil it. ......... Hmmm,
it should only take me about ten minutes to rip out every personal item in
this room and toss 'em on the floor in one big pile, don't you think?"

I lifted my head up. "Oh, FUCK YOU, DEVIN!!......................It's in my
panty drawer."

He turned and chuckled, holding up his hand. "Heh heh, oh please, don't get
up..... I'm pretty familiar with finding my way around your panty drawer.

He opened the drawer but, typical of Devin, he stopped to smell the panties
before taking out the video tape. "You know, Kimmie, I'll bet I'm good enough
now that I could pick out your scent if your panties were mixed up in pile
with ones from a bunch of other girls."

"Yes, Devin..... you really smell."

"I like this setup you have here too..... combination TV-VCR right in your
bedroom. This is perfect. Let's pop it in..... good, and you've got your
remote by the night stand."

I didn't know why, but Devin starting crawling under the bed again. "What are
you doing now?" I asked him.

It didn't take long to get the answer. He dragged out his camera again with a
new tape inside. Then he turned on the record button and pointed it at me.

"Nothing to worry about," he said. "I just want to film your reaction as we
watch the tape."

I curled up my legs and turned my head away. "When do you ever stop being
rude, Devin?" I asked him in disgust. "Can't you at least put the sheet over
me? I've got nothing on and I'm cold."

"Noooooooooooo problem," he answered cheerfully, his voice rising. Then he
hopped into the bed next to me, on my left, and wrapped his left leg around
mine. Then, in almost a spooning position, (he was still in his bathrobe) he
curled his left arm around my tummy and rubbed small circles around it. "It
would be my pleasure to keep you warm, sweetness. I don't know what it is that
you do to me, but I just love being next to your naked body. It's just so damn
sensual. And anyway, why use an ordinary blanket when you can cuddle up with
me?"

"Do you want me to answer that, Devin?"

He picked up one of my pillows and plumped it up against my left arm. Then he
laid his head down. "Now you let me know if your arm starts hurting or loses
circulation, and I'll move, okay?"

"My arm hurts."

"Be quiet now..... I'm starting the tape."

For a whole week, I had tried to block out of my mind, everything about that
horrible first meeting with Devin. I had no desire to relive the humiliation
that he had put me through. And I had completely forgotten how embarrassing
the tape started out..... with my breasts poking out of my open shirt, and a
big smile on my face. I cringed as I listened to my own words coming back to
haunt me.

((--So don't you want to have a real relationship with me? Well that's what I
want. I want YOU, Devin.--))

Devin couldn't let my words pass without comment. "Wohhhhh!!!" he called out.
"Let's rewind and hear THAT again!"

He pressed the button on the remote.....--zzeeeep--

((--a real relationship with me? Well that's what I want. I want YOU,
Devin--)) --zzeeep- ((--I want YOU, Devin--)) --zzeeep-- ((--I want YOU,
Devin--)) -- zzeeep-- ((--I want YOU, Devin--))

"ENOUGH ALREADY!! .... I get the picture."

"So tell me, sweetness..... uh, who do you want?"

"I just want to drop the subject, okay?"

But with that, he picked up the remote again. --zzeeep--- ((--I want YOU,
Devin--)) --zzeeep-- ((--I want YOU, Devin--)) --zzeeep-- ((--I want YOU,
Devin--))

He was really irritating the shit out of me. "STOP IT ALREADY!!!"

"Well, then tell me who you want."

"OKAY!!!......................i want you."

"Could you speak up a little, Kimmie..... I could hardly hear you."

"I WANT YOUUUUUU, ASSHOLE!!!!!...........ALRIGHT?!!!"

"Thanks, Kimmie..... I just wanted to be sure you still had feelings for me."

I had a feeling that I wanted to kill him. He punched the remote and I got to
see him climbing on top of me and grabbing my breasts.

"This part's cute, Kimmie..... where I pull down your zipper and peek inside
your panties..... woooo, look how red your face got, you can see it right on
the tape......Wow, and you really fought me hard when I was pulling your
shorts off."

"Can we turn it off now, please, that's enough."

"Turn it off? We're just getting to the good parts. You should see this,
Kimmie..... Here's the 'Panty Fishin'. It's a riot! I mean, didn't you at
least think that I was funny and clever getting your panties off with a
fishing rod?"

"You never asked ME if I wanted to do it."

"Hmm, do you need me to play the 'I want YOU, Devin' part of the tape about a
hundred more times."

"No, thank you."

"Look how you're biting down on your lip here when I first got you naked. You
were really embarrassed, weren't you? But didn't you like my little birdie
voice? Listen, it's coming up right here when I spread your knees apart."

((--Awwwww, what a cute widow pussy cunt!! I wuv widow pussy cunts!--))

"Kimmie, you're not watching the tape. Turn your head back and watch it with
me."

I didn't budge. But when I heard my own voice yell 'Shut up you, pig!' on the
tape, I echoed it for Devin live. "SHUT UP, YOU PIG!"

"Ha Ha! Hey! See, you DO have a sense of humor, Kimmie! Very clever.....But I
can do it too, you know. Looks like we've arrived at the tickling scene!

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

That wasn't the tape. It was me. I was much louder than the tape as Devin
dragged his fingernail across my belly..... and he enjoyed making me howl in
stereo.

"DEVIN, PLEASE, I CAN'T STAND IT!!.....I GIVE UP!

"Are you going to watch the tape?"

"I'll watch your stupid tape.... just stop tickling me."

"Remember, it's OUR stupid tape.....Good, 'cause this is the part where we get
down to business. Remember here when I spread your legs apart and
finger-fucked your pussy real hard, just to get your attention? Look at the
scowl on your face..... You were really mad at me, weren't you?"

"Take a guess," I grumbled.

"Maybe you were, 'cause your pussy was still kind of dry at that point and I
was rubbing you pretty raw..... sorry about that."

"You're sorry?..... Right, can you pass me a barf bag?"

"Uh oh..... Here we are, Kimmie..... the part you're really going to love.
Look how fast I got you relaxed just by massaging your boobs and your ass.....
Look, you can even see a contented grin on your face."

I hated giving him the satisfaction of letting him think he was good in
bed..... or that he could control me so easily.

"Oooooo, look at that big smile break across your face now, Kimmie. C'mon,
admit it.... nobody can eat pussy like me, right?........................
right?"

When I didn't answer, he started rubbing his hand over my naked crotch.

I twisted away. "Okay! Right! I admit it."

"You have to, Kimmie.....'cause look at your expression now..... This is where
you lose it and head off on a one way trip to LA-LA land. Shit! Look at how
your body was quivering. And listen to your moaning. Don't try to tell ME you
were faking it. I'll bet you've never seen yourself have an orgasm before,
huh?"

"No."

"Here it comes..... here it comes! Wohhhhhh!!! Climax city!

I was thoroughly embarrassed watching myself come, especially at the hands of
Devin. Yet, I was fascinated, looking at my facial expressions and the way my
legs stretched out and shook. I could never imagine or even remember what I
looked like when my body was reaching such ecstasy. Ugh..... Then I cringed as
I watched Devin slap my vagina to get me out of the trance.

"See, Devin, that's what I mean about you being so rude. There was no reason
for you to hit me like that."

"Awwwwww..... I'm sorry," he replied sarcastically. "Would you like me to kiss
it and make it better?"

"No, just unlock me from these cuffs."

"You probably thought I was rude here, when I told you about your smelly
cunt..... But I went and did something about that, didn't I?"

"Oh yeh, you sure did."

"See.... I'm not so rude. Maybe YOU'RE the one who's rude. Here's where I drew
a happy face on the head of my cock and you didn't even laugh. And then I
tried fucking your ears, and you still didn't laugh."

"It wasn't funny."

"You know, if you had bigger ears, I could have done it. Oooooo, here's where
we get to the moment of truth..... sucking down the 'big D', yeh...... Ooooo,
looks like you almost choked the first time I shoved it in...... Hmm, you
don't look too happy in that picture. But you were so good, Kimmie..... I
can't believe you never gave head before."

I had to close my eyes. This was so totally disgusting to me. Devin kept
rooting himself on as if the outcome were in doubt.

"Ohhhhhhh YEH!! Faster! Faster!"

Then he turned and wrapped himself around my body, squeezing me rhythmically
to the TV show thrusts of his cock into my mouth.

"Get OFF of me, Devin!!"

"OHHHH, This is GREAT, Kimmie!! Can't you feel the power again?!!"

Tears were streaming down my cheeks. This was the most upsetting moment of the
evening for me. Reliving this intrusive violation of my dignity was just as
awful as going through it the first time. And having the same man hugging me
with every thrust was a reminder I didn't need. Over and over, the relentless
pounding echoed through the stereo speakers on my TV..... till the tape got to
the portion where he was about to shoot his load. Then my psyche just
snapped..... and I screamed out in terror.....

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

which precisely matched the timing of Devin's recorded howl when on the tape,
he jerked my head up and exploded into the back of my mouth.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Surprised by my outcry, he remarked, "Wow, Kimmie..... You really get INTO
this! But I can understand how you feel, because it was very emotional for me
too."

My lips quivered as I asked him for a tissue to wipe the stinging tears from
my eyes.

"Oh, sure, sweetness..... Sorry, I didn't mean to ignore your tears. Sometimes
I just forget how sensitive females can be when dealing with.... uh, you
know.... intimate subjects. But the rest of the tape is pretty relaxing, I
think...... See, here you are licking my balls. You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"TURN THE FUCKING TAPE OFF ALREADY!!!"

"Sure, sure..... in a minute. We're near the end anyway. Yep, there it
IS...... time to break out the ol' pussy stretcher!"

"I don't want to watch this, Devin."

"But you should.... it's a classic. I mean, can't you imagine yourself someday
sitting around with a bunch of other girls comparing notes on the kinds of
things you shoved up your pussies while masturbating. And it wouldn't even
matter what any of the other girls say, because you'd have bragging rights.
Just smile and tell them..... 'Why hell, ladies! That ain't nothin..... My
pussy once swallowed up a whole corn-on-the-cob!.....And I even stuck a carrot
up my butt for dessert!' "

"Yeh, right, Devin..... It's something I'll always be proud of."

"Just be sure you tell them who's the one that came up with the idea."

"Oh, I'll be sure. You can count on that."

After several more minutes, the tape ran down to the part where Devin untied
me and 'helped' get me dressed. Since that section wasn't in the viewfinder,
he reached back for the remote and hit the stop button. "Uh..... Kimmie," he
said rather meekly, "Is it alright if I ask you a personal question?"

I got very annoyed by his tone of voice. "What the hell is THAT supposed to
mean, Devin?!" I snipped at him. "So far you've stripped me, spanked me, tied
me, tickled me, pinched me, frenched me, fucked me, sucked me, showered with
me, dressed me..... and you've stuck things into me..... fingers, thumbs,
cocks, tongues, vegetables, douches, guns, and bullets..... and THEN you even
smelled all my panties! And now you tell me that ..... NOW you want to get
personal?!!"

CHAPTER 6

"I was just wondering if you've ever shaved your pussy..... Would you mind it
terribly if I did that for you?"

"FOR me? You mean TO me."

"Well, I think you'd actually enjoy it, Kimmie. It would make you look like a
little girl again..... and I really like young flesh."

"That doesn't surprise me, Devin. No fetish is too weird for a sicko like
you."

"Oh, c'mon. It'll be fun. I've done it before, and I know you've got some
safety razors in the bathroom."

"Well, to answer your question, Devin....."

"Let me go get them and I'll be right back..... don't go away."

"To answer your question....." As I spoke, he was already headed back toward
the bathroom so I had to shout. "YES, I WOULD TERRIBLY MIND IF YOU DID THAT TO
ME!!"

In a minute, he returned with shaving cream, towels, a glass of hot water, and
a disposable razor. "Did you say something, Kimmie?" he asked.

"Yes, I said that---"

"Oh, wait!" he interrupted. "Do you happen to have like a little scissors I
could use for when we start?"

"Devin! I don't WANT you to shave me!"

He looked at me puzzled. "Huh? But I told you..... it would be fun!"

"Yeh, sure..... fun for YOU."

"No, really....... fun for both of us. Most women I know say it gives them a
new sensation, kind of like a cool fresh breeze on their pussies..... a very
clean feeling. You should try it."

"I'd rather not, okay? It doesn't interest me. It doesn't turn me on, okay?"

"Ooooo, Kimmie..... Turn you on? Now you've said the magic words. Now I've GOT
to prove you wrong. Just like the other new things I've helped you experience,
you don't know what you're missing..... and you won't know how great it is
until you've tried it. All you need to do is spread your legs, and I'll do the
rest."

"Devin, I'm SICK of you telling me to spread my legs! I HATE those words!!
Everything you say to me turns out to be BULLSHIT!"

"Oh, good! I found a small scissors here in your sewing drawer."

"Stay OUT of my drawers!!"

Devin sat down on the bed next to me and gently rubbed my right breast.
"Hmm.... I'd like to expose you to a new experience, Kimmie. But how can I
properly 'expose' you if you don't spread your legs? I'd much prefer if you'd
go along with this on your own."

"Why should I?"

He rubbed his hand in circles over my smooth belly and answered, "Well,
because you say it doesn't turn you on, and I say that it will, and I think we
should just go ahead and do it so we can find out who's right..... Look,
Kimmie, I'm not going to force you to do this if your not in the mood."

"I'm not."

"That's okay..... I can wait till later tonight if you'd like, or tomorrow
morning..... or the day after that..... You know, and whenever you get in the
mood, you just tell me..... and in the meantime, I'll just go in the living
room and watch TV."

"Devin, why can't you just unlock me and leave?"

"Uhhhhhhh...... 'Cause I'm not in the mood."

I sighed deeply. I knew he had me cornered again with few choices. "If I do
this for you, will you let me go and leave?"

"If that's what you'd really like," he replied. "The sooner you bring out the
beaver, the sooner I'll leave."

I sighed again..... and then reluctantly parted my legs wide for his
inspection.

"Now that's a good girl," he said, breaking out into a smile.

I turned my head away and mumbled, "Can you at least take the bullets out of
my crotch? They're really annoying."

Devin obliged me and stuck his finger into my pussy and my rectum to remove
the cold lead. "There you go," he said, "No harm done, see? Although you might
want to throw 'em in you dishwasher."

"Just throw them out, please."

He then sat down next to me on my left and gently raked his fingers through my
pubic hair. "Your bush is extremely soft, Kimmie..... but the nice part is
that it will grow back after we're done."

He then picked up the small scissors in his right hand and stretched little
tuffs of my hair with his left. I heard him begin snipping away, but I really
didn't care to watch myself being denuded. I did, however, notice that he was
depositing the snippets of hair onto a towel next to me.

"You know, Kimmie..... as long as we have this quiet time together now, maybe
we should try to get to know each other a little better."

"Devin, I already know more about you than I'd ever want to."

"Alright then..... let's talk about you. So uhhhhhhhh...... well..... tell me,
Kimmie..... what was the wildest thing you've ever done?..... sexually
speaking.

"Kimmie?"

"OWWWWW!! DEVIN!! QUIT PULLING MY HAIRS LIKE THAT!! You're supposed to be just
cutting them."

"Oh, sorry..... For a second there, I thought you were just refusing to answer
me. I didn't realize you needed more time to think of a good answer."

"I don't know" .....Maybe I feel a little uncomfortable talking about that
sort of thing. Can't we change the subject?"........OWWWWWWWWW!!! DAMN YOU!!!
SHIT! THAT HURTS!! GET AWAY!!" I quickly curled up my legs and turned away
from Devin. I never realized how painful it might be having my short hairs
yanked so rudely.

"You know, Kimmie," he went on, "all I'm trying to do is have a friendly
conversation with you....." (He grabbed my head with both hands and turned my
face towards him) "But I really don't enjoy TALKING TO THE WALL!!"

"Devin, I was screaming because it hurts so much when you pull out my hairs
like that."

"Well, if that's what it takes to get a response out of you, maybe we should
try pulling them out one by one..... or maybe even a dozen at a time. That's
quicker. Yes, let's start now."

Devin suddenly reached around me with his right hand and tried to stick his
hand down into my crotch.

When his fingers reached my bush I cried out in panic, "OKAY!! OKAY!! I'LL
TALK TO YOU!!" (bastard..... he has to get his way every time.... i'm so sick
of him)

He sat back again towards to edge of the bed and signaled me with his hand to
follow..... which I could guess meant to re-part my legs. It was so degrading
to have to offer myself to him like this. And as usual, his stupid camera was
filming everything.

---snip--- ---snip--- ---snip---

"Surely you must have had SOME wild experiences in your lifetime, Kimmie.....
Why don't you tell me about them."

I cleared my throat. "Ah hum..... well......I don't know if you could really
call it wild..... It was more embarrassing than anything else."

"I'm listening, Kimmie."

"Well..... when I was thirteen years old, one of my girlfriends named
Sheila..... she tried to talk me into going with her into the boys dressing
room at the city pool....."

"Hmm, sounds interesting.....And did you go?"

"Well..... There were two pools in our city and she said we could go on our
bikes to the one at the farther end of town where they didn't know us, and
then tuck our hair under baseball caps when we walked inside..... I was really
scared about doing it..... Sheila was a lot more daring that I was..... but I
guess I let her somehow talk me into going along."

"And did they let you right in?"

"Yes, but I was really nervous and scared that someone might still recognize
us."

---snip--- ---snip--- ---snip---

"So what did you see when you walked in?"

"What I expected ..... a lot of naked boys."

"And did that excite you...... seeing their little weenies wiggling around?"

"Oh..... I don't know. I was really kind of embarrassed..... I had seen little
boys before when I was doing baby-sitting, but I was totally shocked at how
big and hairy adult men's cocks were."

"Oh yes, Kimmie..... they can be a scary sight for a young girl...... So what
did you do then? Did anyone catch you?"

I took a deep breath before answering. "It ended badly," I replied. We were
just about to leave when this boy I knew came out of the shower and was
walking right in front of us. It was Matt, my eighth grade biology class
partner. School had just let out for the summer a few days earlier.

"So did he recognize you?"

"Well, you have to understand that I liked Matt. He had floppy blond hair and
I thought he was kind of cute, and I was hoping that maybe he'd ask me out
sometime..... I don't know what he was doing on this side of town, but it was
awful..... He recognized the baseball hat I was wearing and then he stopped
and looked at my face and he knew right away. I guess he must have been
embarrassed 'cause his face turned real red and he wasn't even carrying a
towel. There was nothing I could say. I just stood there frozen with my eyes
open pretty wide..... staring at his penis."

"--Quite an adventure.....And then what happened?"

"Well, he just said my name one time in kind of a surprised manner,
'Kimmie??!!' and then he backed off while pointing at us and yelling something
like, 'Hey, there's girls in the locker room!' I really got scared then and me
and Sheila just ran out of there as fast as we could and didn't even stop to
get our bikes. Our parents had to get them later and we told them that we left
them 'cause a bully was picking on us."

"How big was your friend, Matt?"

"About my height..... we were both thirteen."

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh..... Well, on the way home, when we ran far enough away from the pool, we
slowed down and started walking...... and doing a lot of giggling about.....
well, you know.... like which boys we thought had the best 'equipment' between
their legs. Sheila liked some of the teenage boys more because they were a
little bigger and had some hair..... but I thought Matt's penis was really
cute.

"Do you think he told anyone?"

"I doubt it.... What would he tell his buddies, that the girl he did his
homework with caught him naked? Just too bad he never spoke to me in school
after that. And Sheila always denied that it was her fault, saying that she
didn't force me to go with her, but it seemed like she was always trying to
get me to do stuff that I didn't want to."

"Like what kind of stuff?"

"Kimmie..............what kind of stuff did Sheila make you do?"

"I'd rather not talk about it."

"Kimmie, don't tease me and then leave off in the middle of a sentence. It's
okay. Whatever it is, I'll understand. You can tell me."

"You promise you won't tell anyone else?"

"Of course."

(of course I forgot that the camera was rolling) "Well, later that summer, we
were having a sleepover at another girl's house, Patti..... and it started off
pretty innocently with Patti opening all kinds of cosmetics like lipstick and
eyeliner 'cause her mom sold that kind of stuff. So we were all just trying to
be like Hollywood stars putting all that makeup on...... till Sheila started
talking about sex......that was her favorite topic..... and she said that we
should all take off our shirts and look at each other's breasts.... since we
were starting to develop pretty good."

"And naturally, you had to do whatever Sheila told you to, right?"

"But I wasn't going to..... not at first anyway.....Sheila had a bigger chest
that me and Patti and she took off her shirt first and then made it sound like
almost a dare that we were too chicken to do the same..... So then Patti took
her shirt off and then they both just looked at me and said, 'Well Kimmie?'

"And you took your shirt off......"

"But it didn't stop there. Sheila made us sit in kind of a triangle on the
carpet and we had to rub each other breasts and nipples. So I had my left hand
on Patti's right breast and my right hand on Sheila's left breast...... and at
the same time, they were rubbing me."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I just thought it was so weird and kinky and I'm sure Patti thought the same,
but I guess we were both too afraid to say no to Sheila...... 'cause then we
had to take our panties off and do the same thing."

"What do you mean, the 'same thing'?"

"Well..... you know..... the three of us spread our legs apart overlapping
each other.... and then she started inserting her middle finger into my vagina
and began rubbing my clitoris.... and then she told me to stick my finger into
Patti and do the same..... and Patti had to do it to Sheila, so we just sat
there for awhile masturbating each other."

"Wow, sounds like a game of 'Sheila Sez'..... I'd love to play THAT game......
was there anything else?"

"Well..... then she gave us each a vibrator, with batteries.... she brought
three of them, and I didn't even know what it was for until she told me."

"Where does a thirteen year old get vibrators?"

"I don't know, probably from her brother..... he was nineteen..... So first
she turned her's on at the lowest speed and slid it up her pussy and showed us
how to rub with it..... and then she told Patti to do the same with hers."

"And of course, you got a turn too?"

"Well, yeh, but by then, I was really embarrassed. Sheila told me to turn it
on and pretend that the vibrator was really Matt's erect penis. She said I had
to pretend that he and I were alone after school in biology class and instead
of doing our homework, we took off all our clothes and were having sex on the
lab table."

"And you still went along with this?"

"I didn't want to, but Sheila and Patti were both egging me on now to make
moaning sounds..... They both joined in with these heavy breathing and
groaning sounds and then Sheila turned the vibrator to a higher speed..... She
took my wrist and started helping me push it faster in and out of my vagina
and told me that every time Matt rammed his cock into me, I had to call out
his name and say 'Fuck me harder, Matt! ..... Fuck me HARDER, Matt!!!"

"Heh heh, and did he fuck you harder?"

"No, Sheila did..... She turned the vibrator to the highest speed, then stuck
it about two thirds of the way into me and I thought I'd go out of my
mind..... and then she yelled 'YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS' like she was pretending
to be Matt ejaculating."

"Wow, so how'd you feel then? Were you still friends after all that?"

"I felt pretty stupid..... She told us to keep the vibrators, although that
wasn't quite the way I had pictured romantic sex. But we all sort of laughed
it off, I guess..... In the eighth grade, most of the girls were in their own
cliques, so I couldn't really just dump my friends. In fact, I still get
together with them every now and then..... Patti's a beautician like her mom,
and Sheila, believe it or not, went to college and became a doctor."

"Hey, that's great..... Now she gets PAID to stick things into naked
people......So uh, what did you do with that toy that she gave you?"

"Ummmmm um um."

"KIMMIE!!"

"It's in the closet on the top shelf............ in a shoe box."

"A shoe box? Feeling that guilty about it? You live alone and yet you still
have to hide it. Hmmm..... May I?"

Devin didn't wait for my reply. He got up and walked over to my closet.
"Hmmm," he mumbled, examining my only sex toy, "batteries are still fresh.....
You must be using it. Well, I guess you can't be feeling THAT guilty. I'm
going to turn it on for you, but I'll leave it at the lowest speed. I think it
might help you relax while I switch over now to the razor blade. And it should
make your pussy lips protrude a bit so it will be easier to shave around it.

I lifted my head up and saw that there wasn't much left of my bush. Only some
itchy stubble remained for his use of the blade. I wouldn't have asked for the
vibrator, but the low intensity hum that he placed against my clit did give me
a pleasing sensation.

Devin then made another quick trip to the bathroom. "Look out, hot stuff
comin'," he said, placing a steamy washcloth over my pubic area. "This'll get
you nice and soft..... not that you aren't already, of course...... So tell
me, Kimmie..... after all those wild things that you did at thirteen, when did
you finally lose your virginity?"

"I wish you wouldn't have asked that. It's not exactly my fondest memory."

"Maybe it would be a good time to bear your soul, Kimmie. You know I'm a good
listener."

Devin shook up the can and applied shaving cream to me, rubbing it all around
my crotch area and the inner thighs near my pussy. He dunked the double edged
plastic razor into a cup of hot water and began gently scraping my pubic area.
Strangely, it felt good.

"I've tried to put it behind me, probably 'cause I was just so dumb at the
time. I was fifteen and had the hots for this one boy, Jerrod, who was playing
catcher for one of the city baseball teams, you know, for teens 15 and 16. He
didn't know I liked him, but I guess I did because I thought he was cute and
because he had ....

"Go on, Kimmie..... he had what?"

"Well..... you know..... he had a big bulge in his pants..... And since he was
a catcher, that should already tell you how dumb I was. Anyway, after watching
the end of one of his games that summer, he was the last one still at the
field around nine o'clock and it was starting to get dark. So I summoned up
the courage to walk over to him and say hi."

"I'm sure he didn't mind that."

"No, he was great. He smiled and talked about the game and asked me about the
things that I liked to do..... and we just hit it off so well, better than any
other boy I'd ever met. We sat on the bench there talking and laughing and
just lost all track of the time."

"So who made the first move?"

"The cops did."

"What?!"

"Well, a little after ten o'clock a patrol car drove up and did their night
check, shining a spotlight all over the field. We got a little worried, but
when they shined it on us, they just waved and drove away."

"Which then gave you the opportunity to......."

"Well, then Jerrod suggested that since nobody was around and we knew the cops
wouldn't be back for a while, that we could kind of lie down together on the
grass..... and look at the stars and....."

"And have sex."

"No, he didn't say that..... He just held my hand and led me out onto the
grass infield between the pitchers mound and second base. It was soft and very
well kept. So.... you know how it goes..... We started kissing and stroking
each other and before you know it, Jerrod says to me 'Let's get naked'.....
and I replied 'What? Right here on the baseball field'..... and he says 'Sure,
nobody's gonna see us'."

"So naturally, you went ahead and took off your clothes, right?"

"Well, I started to anyway..... And as I was taking my stuff off, I
continuously watched Jerrod. He first removed his uniform jersey and his
shoes. Then he sat up on the grass and pulled down his pants and his
jockstrap..... and I sort of just stared at him."

"Why?"

"That's what Jerrod asked too..... Why was I staring at him. Well, I should
have just kept my mouth shut, but instead, I started showing him just how
totally stupid I was by remarking that I thought he had a much larger
cock..... and I said 'but that's, okay, Jerrod, because I didn't realize that
catchers wore those plastic cups and that explains why your penis is a lot
smaller than I expected."

"Oh wow..... I'm sure that really stroked his ego."

"It got worse. I tried to explain that I didn't know about cups because I had
never been in a male lockerroom, where they had those anyway......and he says
to me 'So you're saying I'm not good enough for you?'..... and I answered 'No,
Jerrod, that's not what I mean. There's probably nothing wrong with having a
small penis and yours probably works just as well as a big one'."

"Kimmie, I have to agree with you..... You were one dumb cookie. I just can't
figure how you could still have had sex after those kinds of insults. I mean,
how did this young man take it?"

"He was psychologically devastated.. except that he didn't have much time to
dwell on it because then somebody drove up to the field with their headlights
on. We both got real scared. ...... And we were mostly naked so Jerrod
whispers to me saying 'Get down, behind the mound'..... And we laid there flat
like that for about a minute till they drove away. All they wanted was to pick
up a folding chair they left at the field.

"Get to the punch line, Kimmie..... what happened?"

"Well, I was feeling really guilty after insulting Jerrod so badly..... and I
told him I was really sorry and then asked if there was anything I could do to
make him feel better.

"Uh oh, I'll bet it didn't take him long to answer that question."

"No, he just looked at me smugly and said that since I was so concerned about
whether a small cock could work just as good as a big one, then we just damn
well better find out."

"Oooo, your best talent."

"Shut up, Devin. So I really didn't want to do it since I had never had sex
before, but I guess I felt that I 'owed' him something because of the bad way
I treated him. So, yes, I spread my legs and, yes, he fucked me right behind
the pitchers mound. But there was no passion. And when he was done he just put
his pants back on and tossed his catcher's cup on my stomach. He said 'here,
keep it, since all you were interested in was my big bulge'. Then he left me
there lying on the grass without even so much as a 'good-bye'. I cried all
night. It still bothers me to think that losing my virginity was nothing more
than a punishment for bad behavior.

"Well I think I can relate to this Jerrod boy. You no doubt deserved your
punishment for rudeness because I've had to do the same with you myself......
But putting that aside, I'm beginning to see a new Kimmie emerging here.....
yes, a younger one."

Apparently my shaving was complete. I lifted my head up and was somewhat
shocked to see my pussy completely denuded, and smooth like it was before I
reached puberty. Devin cleaned me up with a small washcloth and towel. Then he
stood and looked over me.

"That's not quite it," he said, to my puzzlement. "Do you have a couple of
those little hair bands laying around or even a couple rubber bands?"

I told him to look on the tray on my dresser. He picked them up and came over
to me and leaned over. I felt him tying up my hair but I didn't know why.
"What are you doing? I asked him.

He didn't reply...... but when he was finished, he removed the vibrator from
my pussy and brought over a hand held mirror and showed what he had created
for me..... little girl's pigtails.

I looked ridiculous in them, and was about to make a comment..... but Devin
now stood at the foot of the bed leering at my body and breathing very
heavily.

"Devin," I spoke cautiously, "I don't like the look on your face." I was
getting nervous.

Then his eyes opened wider and his breathing got even louder. I got really
scared.

"Devin..... stop.....please..... You look like a
.........................predator."

CHAPTER 7

Devin suddenly shook loose his bathrobe and climbed on top of me, straddling
me at my waist. He took hold of my breasts with both hands and squeezed
slightly to make them protrude straight up. His eyes widened again and I began
to worry as he lowered his head near mine.

"So you're thirteen years old," he said in a low raspy voice. "---Just a
budding flower..... and you decided to wander into the men's locker room at
the swimming pool..... a place where you KNEW little girls shouldn't ought to
go."

"Devin," I said hesitantly, "You're acting really weird now, you know that?"

He then tightened his grip on my breasts and I gasped.

"Remember that man you saw, Kimmie?..... with the big hairy cock?..... Well,
that was ME!"

"No it wasn't."

"It is NOW..... and I was very offended by your intrusion upon my privacy.....
and I felt that you needed to be taught a lesson."

"Devin, will you please stop this? You're acting like a psycho!"

"You know what happened next, don't you? When I started to approach, the two
of you got scared and tried to run away, but only your friend managed to
escape. You weren't fast enough, Kimmie..... and as you tried to run past me,
I reached out and grabbed your arm. You were quite terrified and I smirked at
your pitiful efforts to break my grip. Then I slowly dragged you back to the
last stall in the locker room. All the while, you were in tears and begging
'Please, mister.... please don't hurt me.... Let me go!.... Let me go,
PLEASE!' "

I had never before seen Devin with such a look of evil on his face. "I don't
LIKE this game, Devin!" I yelled at him. "Cut it out!!" But he continued on as
if my real adult self wasn't even in the room.

"Your delicate body trembled with fear..... as I forced you to pull off your
shirt and unhook your training bra. You tried to cover up with your arms, but
I pressed your shoulders against the corner locker and ordered you to remove
your cut-off shorts and your panties. You protested and begged me to stop, but
I warned you that I'd smack your head against the locker if you didn't obey.
Then you whimpered and slowly lowered your hands.... and you unsnapped your
shorts...... pulled down your zipper.....and let your tight cut-off shorts
fall down to your ankles..... You stepped out of them and looked up at me,
hoping I would relent..... but I ordered you to finish. And with tears rolling
down, you slid your fingernails inside the waistband of your panties..... and
pulled them off."

"My eyes feasted on your young nubile form. I brushed up against you. Then I
rubbed my hand over your back..... and your buttocks. I stroked your hair and
I told you how pretty you looked. You continued to tremble, but touching such
a petite naked body was making me very horny."

"I spread my swim towel out on the floor and ordered you to lay down on it.
Then I straddled your waist..... and as I'm doing now, I began to carefully
massage the newly developing buds on your chest."

"Devin---- " I spoke out, but didn't know what to say. I was now playing in
'real time' as an unwilling participant in his sick fantasy. And he went on
with his script.

"Your young body shook with fear and you quietly cried, begging me to set you
free..... but I was determined to make sure that your first carnal experience
would be a memorable one. I moved forward, waving my huge, hairy cock in front
of your face......'Is this what's frightening you, little girl?' I asked.....
'But isn't this exactly what you were hoping to see when you walked in? Aren't
you glad you found it now?'

"Your lips trembled, and you shook your head, saying 'no'.....but then I
instructed you to take my cock into your mouth and suck on it ferociously.....
till I was good and hard. And by this time, you were of course, far too
frightened to disobey any command."

Back in real time, I was again, compelled into assuming the role of Devin's
playtoy. True to his script, he grabbed my jaws and forced me to swallow up
his cock. And I had to suck on it..... ferociously.

"It was no doubt, the biggest object you had ever put into your mouth and.....
poor dear, you nearly choked on it. But through it all, you were a good little
girl..... and you sucked so hard that my cock was turning purple..... and
throbbing between your lips..... It was so aching to explode that I had to
withdraw so that you wouldn't receive your prize too soon."

"I knelt back over the center of your slender hips. I caught one of your
falling tears with my finger and told you again, how lovely and mature you
looked for a girl of such tender years. Then I slowly rubbed my right hand
over your soft pubic mound and I watched in fascination as your pubescent body
quivered. Then I told you to take a deep breath and spread your legs as wide
apart as you possibly could."

Devin wasn't kidding with me. After I sucked him to a good hard-on, he leaned
back and tapped on my inner thighs, signaling me to follow along with his
script. And when I didn't do it right away, he used the nails on his thumb and
forefinger to pinch into me at that same spot on my thigh..... causing
excruciating needle-sharp pain...... which hurt far too much for me to
hesitate obeying him any longer.

"You're a very brave little girl, Kimmie. And I'm sure that you came into the
boy's locker room curious about learning new things. So I'll try my best to be
a good teacher for you. Now since this is your first time, it might hurt just
a little bit..... but it's not really anything to worry about. You just need
to relax all your muscles, and think about what a big grownup girl you are
now..... making love for the very first time."

"OHHH!!" It did hurt. Devin penetrated me with a sharp thrust against my pussy
lips without giving me a chance to loosen up around him. Then he leaned down
and faced me, close enough that our noses touched. This was getting scary..
His expression looked just so weird...... and his voice was low and raspy.

"In case you were wondering, little girl, your teacher's name is 'Devin'.....
and that's very important for you to remember. Because I want to you pay close
attention to what happens when a blossoming flower is plucked just coming into
bloom..... so every time I ram my cock into your cunt, I want you to call out
my name..... and I want you to say.... 'fuck me harder, Devin'. Do you
understand that?"

"UHHHH!!" Without warning, he forcefully jammed the remaining length of his
shaft up into me as far as it would go. I nodded my head.

Then he pulled back and rammed me again, hard enough to move my whole body so
that my head bumped against the covered head board. "fuck me hm hm......
Devin," I mumbled.

"Louder!" he barked, as he withdrew his cock so that the head barely touched
my labia..... and then he drove into me hard again.

"Uhhh!" He'd never been this rough with me before. I had to catch my
breath.... and I had to appease him. "fuck me harder, Devin," I said, wishing
for the opposite.

"You're still not convincing me, sweetie. I want to really HEAR you!"

"Uhhh!" He pounded me again. "Fuck me HARDER, Devin!"

"I am.................now LOUDER!"

"Ohhh!!..... Fuck me HARDER, DEVIN!!"

"I AM!"

"FUCK ME HARDER, DEVIN!!"

"I AM!"

The bed was really shaking. In fact, the whole room seemed to be shaking. My
body was dragged forward and back with each vigorous thrust...... and even
though my head board was cloth-covered, I was starting to get a headache as my
cranium was repeatedly jammed into it with such strong intensity. Do I have to
keep saying it? "FUCK ME HARDER, DEVIN!!"

"I AM!"

My poor pussy was still raw from when he did me in the shower. He was sweating
now and his eyes remained deeply concentrated in his work. "FUCK ME HARDER,
DEVIN!"

"I AM!"

I hadn't noticed before how muscular his buttocks were, but I seemed to be
focusing on their contorted movements with each thrust. "UHH!! FUCK ME HARDER,
DEVIN!!"

"I AM!"

"FUCK ME HAARRRDDDERRR, DEVIN!!"

"I AM!"

This was getting brutal. My breasts jiggled and the rest of my body was
turning to jelly. My own butt was getting sheet burns. "Ughhh! FUCK ME HARDER,
DEVIN!!"

"I AM!"

Then his eyes seemed to stop and stare blankly. His lips curled in tight. And
he hesitated before delivering his next thrust.

"FUCK ME HA--- "

"I AMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!"

As he yelled, he grabbed under my legs and bent my knees all the way back
around my ears. Then he pressed his cock deep into me and I could not help but
feel his violent explosion ..... With each shock wave, he forced more of his
weight painfully against me..... and my body was practically crushed into
curled up ball near the head board.

With his final spasm of semen, Devin eased back away from me. He leaned on his
elbows and rested the side of his head on my chest, just between the top of my
breasts. My tired body unraveled and I was just trying to catch my breath.....
as I felt his shrinking member gradually sliding back out of me. Devin's eyes
were closed and he had a smile on his face..... although he still looked a
little strange with his butt sticking up in the air.

"Thanks for the play, sweetness," he murmured to me. "That was really great."

"Right, Devin..... I'm glad YOU enjoyed it."

"Well, didn't you, too?" he asked. "I'll bet you never role-played as a little
girl character before, did you? You're terrific at it! I told you before, I
like young flesh. And with those pigtails and a smooth virgin pussy, gosh you
look sooooooooooooooooooo cute!"

"And YOU are sooooooooooooooooo sick, Devin. Are you satisfied now? You nailed
me twice tonight already. Aren't you tired yet? I mean, if it's not too much
of a bother for you, I'd like to get out of these bracelets. You keep
forgetting this is my apartment."

"And you, my dear, keep forgetting about your punishment."

"What?!" I said, fearing that more sadistic acts might be in offing. "What the
hell are you talking about?"

"Come on, Kimmie, don't act so dumb. You know I said you had to be punished
for what you did earlier. After all this game playing, you were probably
hoping I'd just forget about it, weren't you?"

I tried to think back for a moment and I replied, "But wait a second, Devin.
Wasn't 'licking your face' supposed to be my punishment?"

"For throwing the pizza at me, sure...... but you still haven't been punished
for trying to shoot me. I thought that was a really mean thing that you tried
to do and you certainly can't expect me to just ignore it. If I let you off
scott free, you might get the idea that you didn't do anything wrong. But you
DID."

How could he always twist things around and make ME the bad person? "It was an
accident, Devin! You know that! And you couldn't have gotten hurt because you
took the bullets out yourself!"

Devin hovered over me and he shook his head and sighed. "This is really sad,
Kimmie. Our role playing game was ended several minutes ago, yet you still
insist on hiding behind those cute pigtails and that naked pussy.....
pretending to be an innocent little girl..... Who are you trying to fool?"

"STOP IT, DEVIN!!"

"No, little girl..... I think it's time you grew up and faced the consequences
for your actions."

He was making me feel so ashamed again. I hated him, and I yanked on the
shackles as I tried to fight back tears. "What kind of consequences?" I asked
timidly.

"Well, sweetness," he answered, "I thought about putting you over my knee and
giving you another sound spanking..... but since that didn't stop you from
misbehaving last time, I think what we really need here is something that will
be more effective in getting the message across..... something that will let
you know how serious we are about your need for an attitude adjustment."

"Stop doing this to me, Devin!" I cried out.

"But I've given it a lot of thought, and I think you should just take your
punishment like a big girl and be done with it. Once it's over, I'll unlock
your wrists and I'll leave..... Does that sound good?"

"I only like the last part. So what the hell are going to do to me?!"

"Now I don't want you to get too upset about this, dear..... and I don't want
you to cry..."

"SHIT!! WHAT IS IT?!!!"

An evil smile formed across Devin's lips. "Ummmm....I'm going to whip you, my
dear."

"NOOOOO!!!! SHIT!!! DEVIN, YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!!!!"

"In fact..... I even brought the whip with me tonight..... I think I'll go
into the other room and get it right now..... Don't go away, sweetness."

"PLEASE, DEVIN..... YOU CAN'T REALLY MEAN IT!!!! OH SHIT!!! PLEASE DON'T DO
THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee......." I cried and kicked
my feet up and down. I shook my head in disbelief. Maybe I was really stupid,
but I just never thought Devin could be so vicious.

"I'm commmmmm-innnnngggggg," he sang out from down the hall.

My body trembled...... My forehead perspired..... and my teeth chattered.

Devin re-entered the bedroom, but I couldn't see what he was holding. Whatever
it was, he was hiding it behind his back.

Tears streamed down my cheeks and I whimpered, "You promised you'd never hurt
me, Devin."

"That was before you tried to shoot me."

I tried to plead with him. "But didn't you say you were philosophically
opposed to violence?"

He looked at me very sternly and answered, "I'm not philosophically opposed to
JUSTICE." Then he stepped toward me and as he raised the weapon behind his
head, I closed my eyes and cringed in mortal fear.

CHAPTER 8

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"You can open your eyes now, Kimmie."

I did..... only to see a streaky white line extending from my chin downward
between my breasts, across my navel and over my vaginal slit.

"Don't worry, Kimmie. It's a low fat whip. You were probably so scarred
because you thought I was going to use whole milk whipping cream. You're such
a health nut, I figured you'd be watching your cholesterol."

I was very relieved to be spared from intense pain but still quite angry.
"ASSHOLE!!! You didn't have to scare the shit out me like that!"

"Oh, but you're so much fun to tease, Kimmie. And your pussy's so neat and
clean now, why you could practically eat off it."

I rolled my eyes. "What is this now, fetish number two hundred eighty nine?"

"Wait, there's more! I brought my favorite..... butter pecan ice cream, and
chocolate syrup too.... We can have a whole sundae now."

"Well, sorry Devin, but my hands are tied. How do you expect me to throw it in
your face?...................WOOOOOOOOHHH!!! DAMN!! That stuff is COLD,
Devin!"

"Stop jiggling your tits..... You'll make it fall off."

"My nipples are getting numb!"

"S'matter? You've never put ice cream on 'em before?

Devin then picked up the plastic bottle of chocolate syrup and squeezed it
generously over my ice cream 'cones'. The sweet goo spilled all over my
breasts and dribbled down onto the sheets.

"Devin, this is making a mess. And my nipples are getting frostbite!"

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He maneuvered the whip cream canister around like a baker, applying delicate
concentric circles around my nipples till my boobs appeared to stick up like
big white mountains. Then he squirted a little more on my clean shaven pubis.

"MMMMmmmmm....." he moaned, licking his lips, "a double scoop sundae.....
Let's top 'em off with a couple of maraschino cherries..... Oh, yeh.....
that's the finisher..... That gives you the look of having ruby red
nipples..... with stems, too."

"Devin, can you finish this before I catch pneumonia?"

"Oh, but this looks great now! You should see yourself, Kimmie..... You're a
real piece of ass, ah hum,..... I mean a piece of ART. Here, I'll show you in
the little mirror..... What do think of that, huh? Am I talented or what?!"

I was getting so tired of him playing with my body. "I'll choose the 'or
what', " I answered him in disgust.

"This is going to be a real treat, Kimmie..... so relax and enjoy it."

"Do you ever give me a choice, Devin?"

"Sure.....Like uhhhhh, where do you want me to start..... left tit, or right
tit?"

"Asshole!!" I yelled at him.

"Suit yourself," he replied. Then he picked up my legs and quickly inserted
the whip cream nozzle up my rectum.

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"AAAAGGGGHHHH!!! DAMN YOU!!! STOP IT, DEVIN!!!!"

"Hey, I was only trying to please you, sweetness..... and speaking of
sweetness, I better dig into my treat before you start to melt."

He lowered my legs and moved over, kneeling next to my right side. Then he
held my waist with his right hand and bent down to take his first lick.

"MMMmmm, you're real yummy, Kimmie, but would you quit wiggling around so
much?"

"I can't help it. Your hand is cold."

Devin placed his hand down on the sheet and then dove in, face first, into my
right breast.

The scoop of ice cream wasn't that big so it didn't take him long to get
through to it and make it 'soupy'. He was quickly lapping up my breast as the
whole slimy goop spread across my chest and down over my side. I have to admit
that it did feel good when he finally started sucking on my nipple with his
warm tongue.

"Ah hah! You're smiling, Kimmie..... Don't think I didn't catch that."

Something felt really weird, though. I had a strange sensation between my
legs.... but how could that be Devin if he was licking on my nipples. I lifted
up my head.

"Oscar! Get away from me!" This was so embarrassing. I felt the sandpapery
scraping of my own male cat licking the whip cream off my vagina.

Devin looked up. "Hey, he's a party animal..... just like his owner. Keep your
legs spread, Kimmie..... This is a classic----a pussy eating pussy. I never
saw that before."

The two 'boys' continued eating me up and there wasn't much else I could do.
But I didn't want to admit to Devin how pleasurable it was having my body
licked all over. I never thought of myself as being this kinky.... but having
an orgy with my cat is not exactly something I'd want to be bragging about to
my friends.

When Devin finished devouring my left breast, he paused to wipe his mouth off
with a corner of the sheet.

"Can't you use a napkin?" I criticized.

"I could..... but I didn't," he replied. "And now that your little Oscar's run
off, the only one who hasn't gotten to eat their treat is you. I hope you
weren't thinking that I was ignoring you or being selfish."

"Umm, it's okay, Devin..... I can pass on the ice cream."

"Oh, nonsense, Kimmie! I really must insist that you try some..... at least
just one scoop."

"It's okay, Devin.... I'm fine, alright."

"Perhaps you didn't hear me, Kimmie..... I said I INSIST that you try some."

He looked at me with the same stern expression I had seen several times
before. "Well," I said, swallowing hard, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try one
scoop..... I suppose...."

I knew it would be a good bet that he wasn't planning anything normal and I
quickly learned what it was. With all the rest of his paraphernalia, he
brought out a small ice cream wafer cone. It was empty and he poked out the
bottom of it with his finger.

I shook my head. "Devin, I know you too well already. I can figure out what
you're going to stick inside that cone."

"Darn you, Kimmie.....I wanted it to be a surprise. But I'm going to put ice
cream in it, too. I'm afraid though, this'll have to be a soft-serve cone.
Because that little girl in the locker room wore me out."

I watched as Devin inserted his flaccid penis into the bottom of the cone and
then pulled it through with his thumb and finger. Then he took a scoop of the
butter pecan ice cream and pressed it into the top.

"Hooooo-WEEEEE!!!.... Hey, you know you're right, Kimmie. That stuff IS cold.
Hurry up and eat this thing before my little hole freezes and I won't even be
able to pee."

He squatted over my face and slowly lowered his cock-flavored cone toward my
mouth.

"Devin," I commented, "No one can eat an ice cream cone upside down. This is
so dumb. It's not going to work."

"Oh, it'll work," he replied. "You just better hurry up before it starts
melting. Gravity is working against you..... Just be sure you don't bite down
too hard when you get to the cone part."

It was already starting to melt. So I started licking. At least it tasted
better than licking his plain old cock. It was a small cone anyway and he
couldn't stuff that big of a scoop into it.

I didn't mind this too much. Devin's done a lot worse to me. But I was licking
the top of the ice cream (upside-down) for several minutes and wasn't getting
any closer to the wafer cone.

"Look out, Kimmie."

"What?"

It sounded like a pair of pants splitting, that were too tight. The bottom of
the cone suddenly cracked and the head of his cock sprouted like a mushroom
through the rim at the other end...... forcing some of the ice cream to plop
onto my face.

"Heh, heh..... It's your own fault, Kimmie..... You just know how to turn me
on.

"I think I just lost my appetite."

"No, no..... You have to finish it. I thought I was doing you a favor here.
Last week, you didn't seem real thrilled about eating my cum, so I thought I'd
be nice to you this time..... So don't look a gift horse in the cock, you know
what I mean?"

Not really, but I wasn't going to argue at this point. I just tried to
convince myself that whether it's a hot dog on a stick or ice cream on a cock,
what's the difference anyway? So I licked all the ice cream off the
son-of-a-bitch's cock and I even chewed up the wafer cone.

"Ouch! Hey, I told you to be careful where you bite. I hope you didn't do that
on purpose."

"You're the one who asked me to finish it, Devin. And if I really wanted to
bite you on purpose, Oscar would be running off with a sausage dinner by now."

"Oooo, that's not a pleasant thought..... I don't mind seeing your kitty
eating you, but I sure wouldn't want him eating me."

The cone was done but I knew he wouldn't have let me stop, so I continued
licking him till every bit of sticky stuff was gone from his cock. He looked
like he appreciated my attention to detail.

"Oooo, you made 'all gone', Kimmie..... And I have to say, you took your
punishment the way a big girl should. But are you sure you REALLY want me to
let you go now?"

"Devin," I sighed...................................."It would be a nice
change of pace."

"Maybe so," he replied, while putting on his bathrobe again. Then he fumbled
around for the cuff keys in his pocket. "You got pretty messy yourself," he
added. "Why don't you give me some clean sheets. In the meantime, you can go
wash up and get dressed while I help change your bedding."

That sounded reasonable to me..... just as long as he'd leave my apartment.
After he unlocked my wrists, I had to do a bit of stretching to get some of
the stiffness out of my shoulders. Devin moved to the back of the bedroom and
turned off his camcorder. I had long forgotten that it was even on. I walked
over to my dresser and tossed him a clean sheet. Then I pulled out some fresh
clothes for myself. As I did, Devin continued with his favorite hobby.....
leering at my body.

"You know I just thought of something, Kimmie," he said. You've been stark
naked for the entire evening." Then he snickered, "I was beginning to wonder
if you might be some sort of exhibitionist."

Well since my Saturday night plans had been 'rearranged', I didn't need
anything fancy to wear..... so I just grabbed a pair of jeans, panties, and a
loose sweatshirt. As I turned around, I had to stop for a second in front of
my full length mirror on the side wall. It was kind of a shock seeing myself
with a shaved pussy and I still wasn't used to the breezy feeling around my
crotch.

"It might itch a little when your bush starts growing back, Kimmie..... but
you can always ask me to stop by and do you a re-trim."

I just shook my head and mumbled, "Right, Devin."

I washed myself up, thinking what little good that earlier shower had done me.
All this sticky syrup and melted ice cream was a real pain to get off my skin.
At least I could untie these stupid looking pigtails now. After I finished and
got dressed, I went back to the bedroom and found Devin laying on the bed,
watching his tape on the TV set.

"Didn't you wear anything here besides a bathrobe?" I asked him.

"Umm..... no." He patted the space next to him on the bed. "Why don't sit down
here and watch the tape with me?" he suggested.

"If it's all the same, Devin," I answered, "I'd just prefer not to."

"Oh, come on," he shot back. "We're only watching the second part of the
tape.....just the stuff from tonight. C'mon, sit...... I'll be going in a few
minutes anyway."

I knew how difficult it was to get him to leave, so I decided to just oblige
him and wait for the end of the tape. I sat on the bed, and from the reverse
angle, I was now watching myself (with further embarrassment) get shaved again
with my legs spread wide.

"I loved listening to your stories, Kimmie..... about the things that happened
to you when you were a kid."

Listening to my own voice, I wondered what went wrong. Did I have something
like 'brain constipation'? How could I have revealed to him all those
personally embarrassing experiences. My god, I was talking to him like he was
my psychiatrist. I couldn't believe all the stupid things I was telling
him...... my trip to the boys dressing room? Well THAT sure was a big mistake.

And then I told him how I was touching other girls and how they talked me into
playing sex games. And then he asked me how I lost my virginity. Why didn't I
just make up something romantic instead of telling him how stupid I was.....
thinking the catcher had a big cock and not realizing he was wearing a plastic
cup over it.

Devin then tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to a noticeably raised
portion of cloth in the middle of his bathrobe. "See that?..... I'm still
pitching a tent."

"Oh..... wow," I scoffed. "So what do you want, a medal?"

"I know this sounds crazy, but it's really hot and throbbing again. I can't
help it. Seeing you in the tape with a virgin pussy and pigtails just gets me
so horny again."

"I don't want to hear about it, Devin. Stick it in some ice cream if you want
to cool it down. Just don't ask me to lick."

Devin inched his body closer to me and whispered, "I've never done it three
times in one night before..... Have you?"

I pushed his shoulder away. "Devin....... STOP IT!"

But he slid back toward me and said, "Hey, Kimmie......... Uh, have you ever
butt fucked before?..... Would you like to try it now?"

I couldn't take this anymore. I stood up and threw my pillow at him..... and
started screaming. "I said NO!!! You've abused me ENOUGH already!! And you
promised to LEAVE!! Now KEEP your promise! Take your stuff and GO!!"

Devin sat up in bed and held up his hands. "Alright already! Sheesh! I was
only asking..... I didn't mean to get you all upset." Then he went to the
corner of the room and started folding up the tripod with his camera. "I hope
you had as much fun this evening as I did," he added. "I'm sure it beat
anything you would have done with Roger."

"You're tape is still running in the TV, Devin."

"I know," he replied. Then he walked over to me and set his stuff on the
floor. He looked at me and put his hands on my shoulders..... then rubbed my
upper arms. I was starting to feel uncomfortable again.

"Kimmie, I really enjoy your company," he said, seemingly in earnest. "But
sometimes I just wish you could be a little more understanding about my
needs."

I raised an eyebrow at him and replied, "Sometimes I wish you would be a
little more sensitive about my needs, too."

"You DO?" he asked, sporting a big smile.

Somehow my last remark got misinterpreted in Devin's twisted brain. Before I
could say another word, he quickly reached down and unhooked the button on my
jeans. "Great!" he added. "Then let's do butt-fucking."

He had already grabbed a belt loop on my jeans and started pulling down my
zipper before I even had a chance to react.

I lurched back, trying to hold up my pants, and I screamed at him, "THAT ISN'T
WHAT I MEANT, YOU BASTARD!! JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!"

Devin looked bewildered by my rejection. His mouth hung open and he continued
to approach me, pleading his case. Kimmie, please..... it's throbbing between
my legs. I think I'm getting blue balls. Don't leave me now........ Can't you
see I really need to do this?"

Devin grabbed my wrist and tried to lead me back to the bed, but I struggled
hard against him.

"DAMN YOU!! LET GO OF ME NOW!!!" I tried to kick him with my bare feet and
punch him with my other hand. But he grabbed me around my waist and tossed me
onto the bed. And before I could bounce back up, he reached for the top of my
jeans and pulled them all the way down to my ankles.

For one split second, I was able to stand up on top of my unraveled jeans.....
and I slapped Devin on the side of his face as hard as I could.

It didn't do a lot of good. He reacted be slapping me in kind...... The blow
knocked me flat on my back, onto the bed again. I was seeing stars..... as
well as crying through staggered gasps for air. I couldn't believe he was
raping me again. It just never seems to end.

"I'm glad you like it rough, Kimmie," he sneered. "I do too."

With one hand, he ripped my panties off and flipped me over on my stomach, not
even bothering to take off my sweatshirt. "You need to be on you feet for
this," he told me. "Come on, get up."

My whole body was shaking and I was still stunned by his vicious slap to my
head. "ohhhhhhhhhh........ go to hell," I whimpered back in a squeaky tearful
voice. I thought he might kill me, but at that point, I almost didn't care. He
had humiliated me so many times.

Devin lifted me from under my waist and pulled me back till my feet touched
the floor. Then he grabbed my hair and bent my head down till it touched the
bed again. I could now feel his leg prying it's way between my feet. He kicked
each of my ankles outward till my feet were spread wide apart..... and my rear
entrance was in his view.

This time, there was nothing subtle or even remotely humorous about his
technique. I heard him whip out his bathrobe belt and toss open the sides. In
seconds, I felt his rock hard cock jabbing painfully at my anus.

"ohhhhhhhhhhhh OHH!!! OW! STOP IT, YOUR HURTING ME!!!"

Devin then gave me a sharp slap on my butt and told me to 'make it fit'.

I cried out in pain, "I CANT! OHHHHHHHHH!! IT HURTS TOO MUCH...... Devin,
please...... there's no lubrication."

"No?" he repeated. Then he spit on his hands and rubbed it on the head of his
cock...... and plowed forward again without letup.

"I'm going to penetrate you now, sweetness...... get ready....."

I whimpered, "Devin, no, please..... AAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"I told you it would fit, didn't I?......Let's slide it in deep now....."

As he pushed, I cried and shook my head, "ughhhhhhh......bastard..........god
damn bastard......."

But the hardest part of this ordeal was only now starting. Several feet away,
with the video tape still running, I heard my own frantic voice betraying me
through the TV. I was practically serving as his personal cheerleader.....
urging him on in the worst way.

"---FUCK ME HARDER, DEVIN---," the tape blared.

Devin laughed..... and echoed his 'I am' when he heard himself reply.

He cruelly reamed my rectum as I was now forced to listen to him in stereo.

"---FUCK ME HARDER, DEVIN---"

"---I am---" "I AM!"

"---FUCK ME HARDER, DEVIN---"

"---I am---" "I AM!"

I could do nothing but cry. My body felt so raw and beat up. This was so
degrading. He made me feel like a slut.

"---FUCK ME HARDER, DEVIN---"

Then he pressed his cock deep into me.

"---I am---" "I AM!.......... I AMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!"

And it was over that quickly. He immediately withdrew his weapon from my very
sore ass and I collapsed onto the bed.

Then I curled my body up in the fetal position and I buried my face in a
pillow. I could still hear Devin behind me breathing heavily for several
minutes after he finished..... but he said nothing. He tied up his bathrobe
again, and when the video ran out of tape, he hit the stop button and took it
out.

The room seemed deathly quiet.

Devin gathered up his equipment and started to walk out of the bedroom. But as
he got to the door, he paused and set his stuff down. Then he leaned over and
looked at me.

"Hey, why are you crying, sweetness?" he asked. Then he started stroking my
hair and continued on. "Look, uh..... if it's because your worried that you
think that maybe you didn't please me..... don't be. No, really, you pleased
me a lot. I truly enjoyed it."

As I cried quietly, Devin bent over and kissed me lightly on my forehead.....
his last physical contact of the evening. Then he picked up his stuff and
headed out the door.

"Good night, sweetness," he said, speaking softly.............."Love ya."

(The end?....Like hell)

Oooooooo, do I hate this slimeball, Devin. This time he's gone too far. Oh,
sure, we'll get together again next Saturday night..... But this time, I'm the
one who's going to be planning the surprises.

Kimmie Cat

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