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A Peculiar Initiation
by Adrianna
(MMM/f, NC, bond, humil, no sex)
Hello,
The story you are about to read is a work of fiction. Certain elements
are loosely based on real people and real events however they've been
embellished for dramatic effect and all names of people, places and
other identifying details have been changed. This and many of the
stories I write contain themes of non-consensual sex and forced
submission along with blackmail and other activities which are illegal
in real life. Please note that the real events surrounding everything
written by me were all entirely legal and all people participating did
so within the framework of "safe, sane and consensual" as defined
within the BDSM scene to which I belonged when the events took place.
I hope you enjoy my tales. All feedback may be addressed either to
alt.sex.stories.d or by email to bonkgirl@[NO-SPAM]yahoo.com
Adrianna
(c) 2003
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A Peculiar Initiation Into Perversity
When I was a student at University a girlfriend and I used to share a
dormitory next to three guys who were always doing one thing or
another to annoy us. Nothing serious - just childish things sophomores
do to amuse themslves in those early days of the total freedom
University life brings. I don't even remember why my girlfriend and I
burst into their dormitory room (I can only remember a continual
running battle - water pistols, things like that) but when we did we
saw the three guys sitting on one of the beds measuring their penises
with wooden rulers! Seriously! It was the funniest thing either
my friend Virginia or I had ever seen in our lives and we
roared with laughter at them before running off back to our room.
Well, they were understandably furious with us - not like before
when it had all been just a silly game - but really quite mad
with us because we now had this incriminating, embarrassing
information about them. Virginia and I though it was so funny and we
were teasing them about telling everybody and embarrassing them.
Actually it was more Virginia than me who got a kick out of this. Me,
I still prefer to be on the receiving end of it the humiliation stick.
So anyway, there was this growing undercurrent of tension whenever we
saw these guys around campus after that and we'd laugh and keep our
distance but we just knew they were planning some kind of
revenge. When it finally came (the revenge, that is) ... let me
just tell it like it happened.
They were waiting for us in the hallway outside our dormitory. I
was alone; I forget where Virginia was at the time. She seemed to have
a kind of an inbuilt trouble detector radar. By the time I realized
'this was it' it was too late and before I knew it the three of them
were onto me, overpowering me and dragging me back to their dormitory
room. I thought it was still all a joke, but it quickly became
apparent they weren't once they had me inside their room. They were
really starting to hurt me the way they were manhandling me, twisting
my arms up behind my back and pushing me forward regardless of how
much my legs were tripping and twisting beneath me.
Now, this is something I've never even told my husband, but once
we were inside their dormitory, the door was slammed shut and
locked and the three of them they forced me down on that same
single bed Virginia and I had seen them sitting on measuring
their dicks. I was by now really frightened. The three of them
had obviously planned the moment because the bed already had
four ropes secured to the chromed metal posts at each corner,
the loose ends of which were lying ready to receive my wrists
and ankles. With one of them sitting on me, the other two
wrestled me out of my clothes - everything was roughly stripped
from my body - once naked I was tied spreadeagled to the
small metal framed bed. A couple of pre-cut strips of duct tape
were lifted from the bedhead rail and that was it! Stripped
naked, tethered and gagged, I was ready to receive my "lesson",
as I remember one of them saying at the time.
Those few moments lying defenseless on the bed stirred something
in me I'd never felt stir before. It should have been a moment
to savor silently and alone but I never had a chance. The three
boys noticed it also and they began to dance around the bed,
just about leaping out of their skins with excitement and
wonderment at the sight of my pussy which, they said very
loudly, looked 'all wet and hot for what we're doing!' I could
have died with shame right there and then. Most women I've ever
heard speaking about the first time they became sexually aware
speak of the ephiphany in terms of 'when I was in the bath' or
some other place where they were alone and had the privacy to explore
and understand the sensations of the moment. Not me.
Not only did I not have suddenly cope with an incredibly strange
and powerful emotional shock, I was forced to endure it in front
of three teenage boys who were themselves I don't think any
more experienced in the world of sexuality than I was. I was mocked by
them for something I couldn't control. It was deeply, deeply
humiliating and I've never forgotten the experience.
The rest of what happened on that fateful morning seemed to pale
into insignificance when I think back. You're probably thinking
the three of them raped me and I'm a bit surprised they
didn't, given how tempting I must have looked to them; three
teenage boys with raging hormones. Instead, and like I said they
must have been planning this for weeks, one of them disappeared
for a moment and returned with a small glass jar with a screw
cap lid. I had no idea what was going until the lid was off and
he tilted the jar so that the 'liquid' dribbed out and splashed
down on my forehead. I was still confused by what was going on,
especially when they started pretending it was some kind of
bizarre baptism with the cold liquid which was more a transparent goo
like the white of an egg both in appearance. It was slippery under the
touch of his thumb which gently massaged it into my
forehead. Bit by bit the ounce or so contents of the jar were
dribbled down onto my face and massaged deeply into my skin. As
it dried it felt taut like it was some kind of cleanser mask. I
couldn't have been further off the mark!
They all thought it was hillarious to eventually tell me after
my entire face had been lathered in a veneer of this stuff that
it was their ejaculations which they'd been collecting in this jar and
storing in their fridge. That they had been collecting it like
that - as incomprehensible as it was to imagine them actually
doing it - might have even been funny if Virginia had been the
one wearing it all over her face and not me!
--
ser-en-dip-i-ty (n) The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by
accident.
"Serendip is not reached by plotting a course for it. Instead you must
set out in good faith and lose your bearings serendipitously" - from
The Sinbad Saga
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