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“Hahah, yeah he wished…” Emily replied to her “bestie” on the phone. She was walking home from a fun night with fellow classmates, hammering beers and joking around. It was nice, but exams don’t care about nice times. It was 11.00 P.M and the 20-year-old college student was heading back to the dorms. She liked calling someone to chat with during her walks at this time of night. Since she was alone, it offered her comfort, as well as fended off any prowling creeps.
Her appearance made these safety tricks necessary. Emily was a young, hot little thing, a pretty, brown-haired white girl with straight hair styled in some cute, shoulder-length bangs. With a pumping metabolism and a healthy exercising and dieting schedule, her smaller than average body was slim in all the right places, and curvy in the other ones. In her three years at campus, she had drawn the attention of numerous “boys”. College offers itself to indulgence of that kind.
But Emily was not in a rush to get to bed with someone. She picked her sex-partners very carefully and meticulously. In her last 36 months of “adulthood”, she only had two erotic escapades. And she was quite content with that. Being rather mature for her age, sex was further down Emily’s priorities. Good grades, new (wholesome) experiences and socializing with friends ranked way higher.
The pretty girl entered the dormitory’s entrance, never spotting the two pairs of eyes that were stuck on her for quite a while now.
It’s the middle of the night. Emily is peacefully snoozing on her single bed, laying on her back, dressed in some girly pyjamas with Panda bears on them. Her dorm-mate Nicole is god-knows-where, partying through the night. Her door’s lock gets compromised with some every-day thief’s tools. Two shadows, one belonging to a woman, the other to a man, approach her sleeping form. They reach her bedside and exchange a knowing look. A beat later, the man straddles the small woman’s body, pinning it down with his weight, while simultaneously the woman shoves an ether-soaked rag over her serene-looking face, smothering her.
Emily’s eyes dart wide open from the sudden assault, looking up at a couple around 40, both dressed in janitor outfits to avoid any suspicious questions. “MMMf…MMMMMMMMMMMGGG…mnnnnnn!” the young woman tries to fight the invaders off her and scream for help, but both seem impossible. The man’s weight is pinning her arms to her sides, bellow the sheets, and the woman keeps the paralyzing rag in front of her mouth and nose with little trouble, no matter how much Emily’s head shifts left and right in a frenzy. The girl’s legs flail up and down, slamming against the mattress. To her fellow classmates, that might as well sound like “boning”. Coupled with some indistinguishable moaning and no one will dare disturb her at this hour.
“MMFFfhhhllll!!!” Emily keeps struggling, but the dark, wavy-haired woman is now also holding her head securely in place, with one hand grabbing a full tuft of her pretty, brown hair and the other keeping the pressure of the rag on her face. After a few more seconds of struggling, the sedative fumes of ether work their way inside Emily’s nostrils, then her nervous system. Soon, the brown-haired lass lays unconscious on her bed.
“Finally, I thought she’d never sleep” the man says in a low volume, as he gets off her limp body. The woman wheels in the room a janitorial cart that was waiting outside. It has a large plastic container on. The pair lifts Emily by the arms and ankles up and roughly tosses her inside. Her unconscious body folds in half, squeezed inside the box where normally cleaning supplies are stored. With the lid closed over her, no one is the wiser to its contents.
The two imposters exit Emily’s dorm-room, closing the door behind them and the woman starts pushing the cart towards the exit. No one sees them leaving the campus.
Elise and John were married for 10 good years by now. They shared a love of good wine, travelling and most importantly, dominating and abusing pretty little things. Things like Emily. Their mutual sadism made them an ideal dominant pair and they indulged themselves through the years by adding a third, submissive person to their sexual games.
Their “enthusiasm” often got the better of them, meaning that rarely any women returned for a second rendezvous with the married couple. Safe-words and limits seemed merrily suggestions to Elise and John.
The pair wanted to inflict true suffering on someone. Beyond consent and the law’s boundaries. They want to make a pretty little thing truly theirs, to torment it as they pleased, no questions or permissions asked. They had talked about it a lot and finally decided to go through with their plan. Remaining safe, they “scouted” plenty of “candidates”, all beautiful women between 18 and 23. And all living far away from their cozy, family home. When they first laid eyes on Emily at the grocery shop, they knew they had found their target. Her campus was located over 200 miles from their place. It was ideal.
A stale cold loomed inside the dark basement. Only light that entered came from the edges of the only door, faintly illuminating some metal shelves and other reflective surfaces inside, like buckets and other tools. Here, it’s impossible to know that it’s morning already. Rough, cement walls covered what was until then a storage room. Though its utility would change from this day on.
The old ceiling lights flickered for a second before turning on, giving sight of a knocked out, naked woman was seated onto a wooden construction, her limb head slumped over forwards. Her body was kept from toppling over by the metal restrains on the girl’s wrists. They were pinned way above her head, restrained on either side of a tall, wooden beam and forcing her arms to stretch taut alongside the pole.
Emily’s “seat” is different than your usual chair. There’s nothing underneath her crotch, rather, each of her thighs was resting on a wooden block, which forced her legs to graphically spread open, giving readily access to her private parts. Similarly to her wrists, her ankles were secured to the outer sides of the blocks with metal, C-shaped brackets, bolted deep into the wood.
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