Brendan's Bondage Stories
WAITING FOR JOSEPH
It spattered all over her face. Hot, sticky fluid that trickled down her cheeks to disappear under her chin. Some of it ran down the length of her nose to dribble between her tightly-pursed lips. Susan felt relieved that none of the fluid got in her eyes this time. Her eyelashes were still cloyed with globules of the previous spatter.
She moved her bare bottom slightly, trying to ease the stiffness in her arms, which her captors had handcuffed to the rear of the chair. Her back ached from sitting in an upright position for so long. Two hours, according to the clock on the wall. She wondered why anybody needed a clock in such a filthy, shabby basement.
Closing her eyes briefly, she tried to remember what had happened. Everything seemed blank after the moment when the five thugs abducted her off the street. They hit her over the head before bundling her into a car and driving off at high speed. They were very pleased that they were able to abduct a female detective so easily. Susan did not recognize their faces, but she knew that all five were henchmen of Joseph Rossi, the notorious gangster whom she and her colleagues had been investigating for the past year.
They brought her to this dusty old basement, in a disused building on the edge of town. They stripped her naked, sat her on a chair and handcuffed her wrists behind it. Three of them took turns to slap her around the face a few times, while another guy yanked her long blonde hair until she squealed in pain. After that, they stopped hurting her. They said they were waiting for Joseph to arrive.
Susan was terrified by thoughts of what the evil mobster might do to her. She knew how cruel he was, and how much he enjoyed inflicting pain. The police files contained horrific photographs of Joseph Rossi's handiwork, his victims usually being criminal associates who foolishly betrayed him. Susan could barely imagine the kind of things he would do to a woman, especially a female detective, a cop girl. It would hardly matter to him that she was a rookie of twenty-three. Her age and inexperience were unlikely to attract leniency from such a sadistic brute. The fact that she was young, blonde and extremely pretty was not going to matter to a man who seemed to be devoid of mercy.
Another spray of sticky white fluid spattered her face. It was aimed at her mouth, but only the first squirt hit the target. The rest gushed over her breasts, making her pert orbs glisten. A large male hand reached out from the shadows to smear the liquid over her nipples, a deed that brought sniggers from the other thugs.
Susan reckoned that all five of her kidnappers had probably ejaculated in her face at least twice. Two of them had done it three times, or maybe even four times. The ordeal felt humiliating and incredibly sordid. That was what the men wanted her to feel, of course. They wanted to degrade her, to destroy her dignity, to make her feel like a worthless piece of trash. They laughed whenever one of them shot a jet of semen at her grimacing features. They chuckled as they held her mouth open while taking turns to masturbate down her throat. They took great delight in reminding her that the only reason she was not getting hurt right now was because they were waiting for Joseph.
She wondered if the thugs had permanent erections, or maybe they were so aroused by her nakedness that their cocks stayed hard even after shooting a wad of jizz over her face and breasts. They groped her constantly, relishing her distress as they explored her sexy young body. They enjoyed squeezing her succulent tits and shoving their fingers inside her soft warm cunt. Susan closed her eyes, trying to shut out the nightmare, but her ears still heard the endless tirade of taunts and insults. One of the men stroked her silky blonde tresses while promising that he would personally shave her head. Another called her a Cop Slut, accusing her of sucking the penis of every senior detective in the police department. The gang savored the dismay in her eyes as they informed her that she would be held captive for the next seven days, during which time she would be used as a sexual plaything by numerous men, while Joseph Rossi forced her to endure the most depraved punishments that his twisted mind could devise. Susan's panic-stricken expression amused and excited her five abductors as they crowded around her, prompting them to rub their stiff cocks to orgasm.
She heard their grunts and snarls, their gasps and groans, as they masturbated feverishly. Semen squirted in her face and onto her breasts as the leering men took turns to ejaculate. The fifth and final thug sprayed his wayward jizz into her hair and was immediately jeered by his buddies. At that moment, the door of the basement slowly opened to reveal a huge, menacing figure in a dark suit. A wave of panic surged through Susan's body, making her bosom heave breathlessly as she sat gasping in terror. Her slender body squirmed on the chair while her wrists tugged desperately at the handcuffs. Her blonde hair thrashed wildly from side to side and a whimper of fear mewed behind her tightly-clenched teeth. She tensed, then jerked, then tensed again, her spine arching in a graceful curve as she struggled bravely.
One of the thugs turned to the figure in the doorway and said: "She's all yours, Joseph."
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Waiting For Joseph. Copyright © Brendan X 2006.