“Oh, really?” I exclaimed with genuine surprise, having not known what to expect.
“It’s very realistic, and comes with a hat, shoes and truncheon, and a pair of real, true-to-life handcuffs.”
“Did you try it all on while he was still here?” I asked, barely containing my angst at having heard the words ‘truncheon’ and ‘hand-cuffs.’
I studied her closely to check her reaction, recalling my traumatic Bo-Peep transformation.
“No, no. He held it up against me, and it looked about right, but I said I’d try it tonight. If my new negligee didn’t do it, then maybe being dressed as a cop can arrest your attention.”
“Yeah, sorry about last night. I just felt drained. I’ll definitely be ok tonight.”
“When you get back from Kevin’s?” she stated. “While we were chatting, Kevin said to remind you he’ll need you to pop round later this evening. He rattled off a load of technical stuff about equipment for filming the party. I had no idea what he was talking about, but he said you’d be a star if you could spare half an hour for the set up.”
My wife was oblivious to the connotations of the words she’d just spoken, but it certainly gave me a cold shiver.
“Was he was here for a while then?” I asked as calm as I could, sensing there was much more to be heard.
“Oh yeah, this afternoon we both laid out in the sun while he amused me with more of his stories.”
“What, you were sunbathing together?” I squawked, almost in a shriek, alarmed at their blossoming friendship.
“He said he was jealous of my all-over tan and wanted to share some of my rays. So he stripped off down to his jocks and joined me laid out in the sun. Don’t worry, Hun, nothing else happened, although he sure likes strutting his tats and big muscles. He told me more stories about him and his crew, and how he got caught out and arrested. It happened when they’d been asked to invade a wealthy mans’ home and steal some expensive jewellery. It was all part of an insurance scam, as the owner was desperate for cash. They were told the rich guy would feign some defence and to give him a light working over. But his wife was there too, and she was red smoking hot, and he couldn’t restrain his wild crew. They all took turns at her, which went on for hours, but Kevin said she was really enjoying the attention. But the trouble was, they stayed much longer than they’d planed, and about 2 a.m. their daughter came home from a date with her boyfriend. His crew were ecstatic to have some fresh meat, and it turned into a total disaster. The daughter had cameras installed in her bedroom, and they captured two hours of raw action. When him and his crew left about 4a.m. the cops were soon hot on their tail, and that’s how their five year spree of mischief and mayhem was abruptly brought to an end.”
“Mischief and mayhem?” I grimaced in echo. “Sounds like a sex nightmare to me.”
“Yeah, doesn’t it just,” she said with an unusual grin, before sauntering off to the kitchen.
……………..
After dinner and a shower, as sternly requested, again I trudged around to see Kevin.
“Welcome, my little pink princess. I hope you’re ready for round two.”
“Look, Kevin, I can’t do this. Please, just leave me alone.” I rasped, with my shoulders drooping, as I stood midpoint in his front room. He slowly walked round me, hands clasped at his back, symbolically hemming me in. He was like a cruel vulture making slow lazy circles as it callously weighed up its prey.
“I promised I would, but after the party. I thought I had made that clear. Obviously you need this message reinforced. You like being forced, don’t you, my little pink princess? If you were to strip naked, what do you think I’d force you to do?”
“Look, Kevin, it’s…..”
“No, you look!” he snapped me into silence, as he produced my own silky pink panties. He was twirling them round on his pointed-up finger, like a mocking and taunting pink flag.
“Time to undress for a bit more rehearsing, so the party can go with a swing.”
“No, Kevin, please don’t,” as his hand went to my trouser belt buckle.
“You know you won’t stop me. You won’t even try,” as he picked and pulled at the clasp. I was proving him right as I stood numbly still, too despondent to even react.
“That’s a good boy,” he cooed with foreboding, as he deftly pulled my trouser belt open. “You take it from here, it’s time for more fun,” as he again wielded my sacred pink panties.
I couldn’t believe I was allowing myself to be manipulated again. What was wrong with me? Still, my own fingers pulled down the zipper, and with my eyes cast down at the floor, I removed my trousers and lay them aside, and stood only in jacket, shirt and jocks.
“We don’t need these,” Kevin said coolly, as he wafted his hand at my chest.
My self-respect now gone, and with no further prompting, I stripped myself down to my jocks. I stood there before him awaiting my fate, as Kevin posed with both arms fixed folded.
“I see there’s no excitement in the air tonight,” as he looked at the flat front of my jocks. “We must do something about that,” as he held out an open palm hand. “Here, grab hold and come with me. There’s something I want you to see.”
With the natural reflex of an innocent child, I reached out and meekly placed my hand into his.
“That’s right, my little pink pansy, come along, come walk this way.”
So with those fateful words, and with him as my guide, he led me through in back of his house. With my hand still firmly in his grasp he then towed me through an open doorway and into what was obviously a bedroom. The sight before me stopped me dead in my tracks as I could hardly believe what I saw.
“Come on, you’ll enjoy this,” mocked Kevin as he hauled me fully into the room.
Laying spread eagle on a bed and tied wrist and ankle was a naked inflatable doll. Near the foot of the bed, standing upright and imposing, was a set of medieval-type stocks. Kevin pulled on our firmly clasped grip until I was standing behind the sturdy, wooden contraption, with its cross-beam aligned with my chest.
“No, please, Kevin, …” I started, assessing my peril, but he cut me off with growling words in my face.
“I said there was a bit more rehearsing, so you’ve got to try these for size …. Come on,” he changed his tone to a coxing coo, “Bend over, that’s a good boy,”
The top half of its heavy, notched, cross-beams was propped open with a stout, wooden stay, leaving the three cut-outs in the bottom half fully exposed and waiting to be filled by someone’s neck and two wrists.
“No, I can’t do..…”, I protested, but he yanked at my hair with his big, burly hand, pulling my head firmly backwards. As I grimaced in pain with an open mouth silent-scream, I saw a sudden flash of pink material which I guessed were my panties, and with my head restrained backwards and still open-mouthed, he stuffed them deep inside with his fingers.
“Like I said before, you might feel the need to squeal like a pig, and I don’t want to hear it.” Then using the chunk of my hair still firmly in his grasp, he steered my head forwards and downwards, until my neck was in the stock centre slot. His painful, firm grip held my neck down in place as he said, “Come on, you know what to do.” I instinctively set both my wrists into the smaller side slots, and after he’d let go of my hair I meekly remained in place as I blankly stared at the floor. I knew my fate was sealed when I felt the dull thud of the heavy top plank as it was dropped the last couple of inches into place. But what really got to me, and made me want to cry out aloud in despair, was the tink-click of a metal locking-latch sliding over.
“Well, well, well! What a pretty sight you make,” Kevin gloated, as he stepped back to admire his work. “I’ve got a good view, and you’ll have a good view, if you’re strong enough to keep your head held up high”.
I was constrained in such a way I was looking down at the floor, but if I awkwardly and achingly strained my neck and lifted my head, I could see the spread-tied doll on the bed.
“I said we need more rehearsals, so we can lose these,” as he deftly removed my jocks. ”Now, you’ll notice the doll on my bed is already naked and helpless, and she’s been waiting, patient and still, ‘til you’ve been confined out of reach. She’s called Debbie, just like your sweet wife, and she’s kindly stripped herself naked. I then told her she’d have to be tied, so she obediently laid out spread-eagle. And look, her pubes are clean shaven, because that’s what I ordered, and plainly she does what she’s told. But wait, there’s some black writing where her pubes used to be, like there’s some kind of specific instruction. You probably can’t read it from there even though its writ large, so let me tell you exact what it says. The letters I can see are in big, bold, black ink, and if I’m not mistaken they spell out ‘breed me’. I wonder how and why those words got there, ‘cos they certainly weren’t put there by me. That’s ‘cos this here bitch ain’t for breeding, and she don’t get horny and wet. But that’s how your sweet, sexy Debbie was when I called around this afternoon, Pinky. She was washing a sink full of dishes, and after she let me in and we started to chat, she went back to her splashing and sploshing. But when she’d turned her back, I crept up behind her and cuddled her tight as I caressed her neck with tender kisses. And there was no doubt she was horny, ‘cos even when I lovingly nibbled her ears, she made no attempt to try stop me. I recon I could’ve had her right then and right there, bent over your own kitchen table, and she would’ve let me do whatever I wanted. What do you think of that, my little pink princess, knowing I could’ve easy had your wife? But I couldn’t bring myself to do it, Pinky, ‘cos it would’ve been unfair on you, violating your wife on your own kitchen. Besides, I have no control over who comes and goes at your house. Imagine if you walked in unexpected …. what an ugly scene that would’ve been. No, best she comes here to me, Pinky, where she can feel safe and relaxed and be guaranteed of no interruptions. That’s why I was a bad boy and I told her a secret …. something both you and I already know. I told her I’d seen you naked in the shower back in college, and that my manhood is three times your size. And when I pushed hard proof up against her sweet ass, it was fun watching her neck flush a bright red. But do you know what was even better, Pinky? It was when her cute, little ass pushed me back. And now she’s fully aware of my beast, she’ll be just like you were in college, and want to know it close up and personnel. That’s why I know she’s gonna end up here like this doll, Pinky, because I’ve ignited her primal curiosity. It’s gonna gnaw at her soul until one hot and horny day, she succumbs to that same fateful curse which kills cat. She’ll come to my door on some lame, bogus pretext, probably seeking to borrow some random kitchen item or other. But we’ll both know what she’s come for as she invites herself in, all dolled up like some cheap, back-street hooker. We’ll flirt and we’ll tease and I’ll get her riled up, but then remind her she’s a loyal, married woman. I’ll say I know she’s intrigued and I’m prepared to put on a show …. but solo while she sits back and watches. I’ll promise to fully inflame my beast to demonstrate its dimension, but the only thing she may touch is herself, and mustn’t ever try to touch me. Do you think she’ll fall for it, Pinky? Masturbate herself in front of a convicted rapist, maybe even let him tie her spread eagle? I bet you’d like to see her fall into that little trap, eh, my sweet little puffcake …. Watch her defile herself as I stroke my big monster …. maybe allow me to tie her up. And you’d be right here, confined in these stock as you strain your neck to watch, with your panties in your mouth and unable to complain? But that’s never gonna happen either, Pinky, not if she’s there and you’re here, ‘cos her fate will be in the hands of my crew. I might tease her before they start, and maybe slide my monster in just once to coat it with her juices to made it all slippery, slimy wet. But that’s to make it easy for me to slide it into your ass …. What do you think to that, Pinky, using your wife’s juices as a lube for your ass, so my monster can slide all the way in? It’ll be your reward for letting my crew have your wife while you’re confined here and can only watch. That’s gotta be the hottest thing ever, right?”
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