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Bondage Tales #5: FIVE Tales of HARD BDSM, Gangbangs, Backdoor Romance, Double Penetration, Sleep Sex & More ebook

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Opis ebooka Bondage Tales #5: FIVE Tales of HARD BDSM, Gangbangs, Backdoor Romance, Double Penetration, Sleep Sex & More - Deborah Cockram

Think of her – or maybe you're thinking of yourself: tied up, gagged, blindfolded.Helpless.Hands tear clothes from your body, touching, caressing, invading…men taking you: one man, two men, three – even more. Maybe a woman too.Ravishing, humiliating, exhilarating…shame and ecstasy, agony and arousal, intermingled into a mix of emotions that drive you over the edge, absolutely out of your head with sensual, titillating excitement.That's what happens to the fine ladies in the tales inside this book.In Cuffed & Gangbanged Hard at the Class Reunion, Kaylie returns home for her 20th high school reunion only to discover a few or her old boyfriends still carry a flame for her, a craving they intend to satisfy tonight…In Tied Up, Stripped, Displayed & Ravished AGAIN At The Class Reunion, Kaylie learns once her old boyfriends are done with her, there are others, waiting their turn all these years, wanting her – and these "friends" decide it's time to share with everyone…Tied Up, Stripped, & Taken in EVERY HOLE on Survivor Island. Leah was thrilled to learned she had been chosen to compete on the popular television game show, dropped into an island wilderness with ten other strangers.Then she discovers a few of her island mates have set their sights on her, and one night she awakes to find she's all bound up and helpless…and they're all going to take their turn…In Tied Up, Gagged, Stripped and Ravished by the Man She Met Online, Barbara has been chatting with a man online for quite some time, sharing her life, her hopes, her intimate secrets and fantasies. One days she decides to meet up with her Internet friend, only to learn he has some very definite ideas on what a woman is for, and conversation ain't on the list…Hotel Bondage: Taken Hard Again by the Craigslist Lover, Barbara is barely over her first encounter with her Internet friend, when he decides it's time to get back together. She's resistant at first – the things he did to her before…the way he made her feel…the way he used her…was more than she could bear.Yet he makes it clear if she doesn't…well, there could be consequences. Besides, as much as she knows she should hate the way she was bound, made nothing more than a sexual object to be used in the most depraved of ways, she's woken more than once at night, her body sweating, heart racing, throbbing between her legs, secretly wanting more…how much more the can handle, though, and how much he is going to use her – and share her – are two entirely different things…

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Table of contents

Bondage Tales #5: FIVE Tales of HARD BDSM, Gangbangs, Backdoor Romance, Double Penetration, Sleep Sex & More

Cuffed & Gangbanged Hard at the Class Reunion

Tied Up, Stripped, Displayed & Ravished AGAIN At The Class Reunion

Tied Up, Stripped, & Taken in EVERY HOLE on Survivor Island

Tied Up, Gagged, Stripped and Ravished by the Man She Met Online

Hotel Bondage: Taken Hard Again by the Craigslist Lover

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Cuffed & Gangbanged Hard at the Class Reunion

By Deborah Cockram

Kaylie walked down the darkened hallway. Behind her the thrumming beat of the band spilled from the gym, mixed with the sounds of laughter and idle chit chat.

Slowly she strolled, hand running along the lockers, the clank of the locks against the metal doors echoing as she flipped one after one.

Twenty years.

At the end of the hallway was an expansive concrete staircase that looked exactly as she remembered. Glancing back to make sure no one followed, she took the steps, one at a time, until she reached the landing half-way up. She took the U-turn, climbed the remaining stairs until she was on the second floor, staring down the long hallway, illuminated only by the red exit signs at either end.

She began walking, pausing at the second room, looking through the door window. The desks were different now, chalk boards replaced by Smart Boards, but the dingy white ceiling, the brown floor tiles, were the same as they had been two decades earlier, the last time she stood inside Freemont High School. She remembered this room – it's where she and Ken Snyder had first kissed, where he slipped his hand up her skirt, his finger playing along her pussy, in the back of the classroom while Mrs. Ratliff taught world history, oblivious to their antics.

She tried the door – it was locked – then moved on down the hall. She paused, leaned over and took a drink from the water fountain, the same metallic flavor she recalled from years earlier.

Halfway down the hallway she stopped at another door and looked in. Same black-topped, heavy wooden tables she remembered – this was the science lab. She recalled French-kissing Louis Martin here, then slapping his face when he tried cupping her right breast.

Kaylie put her hand on the knob and turned. The door opened.

She walked in, ran her fingers along the first table top, glanced to another table, where she remembered being during a school dance going on in the gym – much like tonight's reunion – lying on her back while Sammy Walton felt her thighs, kissing her, promising his undying love if she would let him fuck her on the lab table.

She let him run his fingers up high enough to discover she wasn't wearing any panties, then laughed at him and said she wouldn't let a boy like him have her.

Kaylie sat on the table, remembering each of her three high school boyfriends – making out with them, their urgent requests to do more, to "make it" as they said.

She pulled her knees up to her chin, wrapped her arms around her legs, listening to the faint throbbing of the music below. The science room was directly over the gym, and she sat, listening, wondering who was there, who had filled out and grown into handsome men, good-looking woman, and which ones of her classmates had become fat, grown old before their time, worn down by work and family, which ones were married and divorced, married and wishing they were divorced, stuck in a job they hated.

That's when he stepped into the doorway.

Kaylie flinched, startled at the sudden appearance, then she recognized him – Louis. The years had been kind – he was slender, square-shouldered, with close-cropped hair, wearing dark slacks and a casual button-down shirt. Though it was too dark to see, she remembered his green, intense eyes. She smiled.

"Visiting memory lane?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest, leaning on the door frame.

Kaylie smiled. "S'pose I am."

"First time back?"

"Yeah."

Louis pushed away from the door, walked in, then sat on the table top across the narrow aisle from Kaylie.

"So you went off to become the big-time writer," Louis said.

From another person, that might have sounded sarcastic, but even now, after all these years, she understood Louis was serious, respectful, the awe evident in his voice. She shrugged, then realized he probably couldn't see her movement. "I've done all right."

He laughed. "I suppose best-selling author qualifies as all right."

"What about you, what have you been doing with your life?"

Louis sighed. "'Bout what you'd expect. I went off to college, became a lawyer, working in my dad's practice now. Junior partner."

They sat in silence for a time.

"Kay?" That was the name he used for her way back when, the only person who called her that.

"Yes?"

"You remember that night—"

"I do," she said, not wanting him to finish the sentence.

"I've thought about you often."

"I thought you married Kim Parsons?"

"Didn't last. She never quite measured up."

"Measured up?"

He slipped from the table, stepped toward Kaylie. "To you."

She laughed, though it was a nervous laugh.

"Can I ask you a question Kay?"

"Sure."

"Did you ever…I mean, were you ever serious about me?"

Kaylie took in a deep breath, held it for a while, then exhaled long and slow. She didn't reply.

"Were you ever serious about anyone?"

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"You know, everyone knew. You were a tease."

Kaylie felt her mouth drop open. She looked away, then turned back to Louis.

"I'm not sure I understand," she said.

"How often did you let me kiss you, touch you, only to pull away?"

"I…I was a kid, Louis. We both were. I just wasn't ready."

"Is that why you did the same to Ken? Sammy?"

Kaylie felt her mouth drop open again. She felt like she was seventeen, scared, trying to find her way in life, suddenly trapped by another boy who wanted to fuck her, trap her here in the small town she so desperately wanted to leave.

"You guys talked about me?"

"Oh come on, Kay, don't act so incredulous. We were best friends, we were teen-age boys, what did you expect?"

She hugged her legs tighter, fought to keep a tremble from her voice.

"I…I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

"Kay, it's been twenty years. We're adults now, you don't have to pretend."

Kay put her head down on her knees and sat for several minutes. Then she looked up toward Louis.

"I was frightened," she said, her voice little more than a whisper.

"Frightened?"

"Yes. I…you guys thought I was some sort of sex goddess or something, at least that's the way you treated me."

"That's because you were a beautiful young lady, you are a beautiful woman now."

She shrugged. "Doesn't mean I was comfortable in my own skin. I wanted to please you, to please them, but I was scared. Hell, Louis, I was still a virgin when I graduated college."

Just then two figures slipped through the doorway. The one – tall, wiry – she recognized as Sammy. The other was stocky, with a bit of a belly. It wasn't until the two had stepped to the table she recognized the man as Ken.

"Louis?"

"We thought maybe you'd like to make up for some old times," Louis said.

She put her hands down on the table behind her, pushed herself across the table, away from them.

"I'm sure you remember Sammy and Ken. Rick manages the Feed and Hardware Store, Ken here is the assistant police chief in town."

Ken pulled a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and held them, dangling, reflecting red from the exit light.

"Louis, what do yo—"

She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence. The three of them were on her, Louis pressing his hand against her mouth, Sammy grabbing her legs and holding them down on the table, Ken grabbing her arms, cuffing her hands. Then he whipped his belt off, looped one end around the cuffs and pulled her arms back over her head, down off the edge of the table, then lashed the other end of the belt around the crossbar at the bottom of the table legs. She was stretched out on the table, her head hanging off the edge, arms pulled overhead and down toward the floor.

She bit Louis on the hand. He pulled his hand away.

"What are you doing?" she cried as Louis grabbed her skirt and pulled it down.

Ken grabbed her blouse and ripped it open. She felt the cool air against the skin of her body, legs, heard the blouse buttons bouncing across the floor.

"What the fuck?" she called.

Louis leaned over her, his face inches from hers.

"This is your chance, Kay dear. You say you were too scared, now you get to go back, see what we would have been like."

She shook her head side to side. "No, no, NO," Kaylie screamed.

Someone, Sammy, she presumed, kissed her thighs, hand caressing her hips, fingers slipping inside her panties.

"Louis," she whispered.

He smiled, but there was no humor in it.

Kaylie turned away from Louis, but said nothing. Seconds passed, the only sound that of the reverberating bass from the gym below. There was nothing she could do.

Louis stepped away from the table, over to the teacher's desk, rummaging around until he picked up a pair of scissors. He stepped back to the table. Kaylie shivered at the cold hard metal against her skin, then her bra was gone, cut away, and hands were on her – squeezing her breasts, ripping the panties from her body.

"Louis—"

Someone stepped to her head, wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled back, until her head was hanging over the edge of the table, upside down.

It was Ken – even in the dark she could tell it was him, feel his belly over her face. Before she could react he pushed his cock against her mouth. Kaylie closed her mouth, clenched her jaw muscles as tightly as she could.

Another cock, this one against her pussy, ramming inside hard and deep. The sudden penetration sent a shiver of pain through Kaylie. Her lips parted, and Ken tried shoving his cock in. Quickly she clamped her mouth shut again.

The cock left her pussy, followed by the feel of kisses there, lips against her, tongue slipping inside her, tasting her clit. Kaylie moaned, her breathing coming harder, faster now. She felt sweat along her body.

"Oh my God," she whispered as he – she thought it was Sammy – lapped inside her, exploring, tasting deep.

She yanked on the cuffs hard. She wanted free, wanted to make them stop, yet her body was responding, as if she were a slut, her body accepting what her mind could not.

Next she felt Louis, hovering over her, kissing first her right breast, then her left.

"Open your mouth, bitch," Ken said, pulling her hair harder, slamming his hard, large cock against her mouth.

Her head was hanging down over the side of the table, blood rushing to her head. Her body was moving, hips thrusting as Rick kept kissing her cunt, sending ripples of arousal through her body.

Sudden, sharp pain shot through her. Louis grabbed her breasts, squeezed hard, then pinched and twisted her nipples. She cried out, and when she did Ken shoved his cock in her mouth, hard, so far his dick touched the back of her throat.

Kaylie panicked. She gagged, pulled against the cuffs – which only served to cause even more pain as the metal bit into her skin – then she tried kicking. Rick wrapped his arms around her thighs, held her legs down while Ken continued fucking her mouth, pulling back then thrusting hard.

She cried out, but the sound was lost in the sloppy, wet sounds of Ken's cock shoving deep, pulling back, then going deep again.

Control yourself, control yourself.

Kaylie tried slowing her breathing, then she leaned her head back even further, giving Ken a clear shot down her mouth and throat. Then she lifted her hips ever so slightly, meeting hungry, searching kisses against her pussy.

She shivered when Louis changed from squeezing her breasts to caressing, kissing. A fresh shudder rolled up and down her body when Rick pulled away, then shoved his cock into her pussy, deep and hard.

Kaylie felt warmth rolling through her veins, every sense heightened. Hungrily she sucked on Ken's cock, her teeth grazing his shaft when he pulled back, tongue pushing, licking as he thrust down deep, his balls slapping against her nose with each movement.

She tried squeezing her legs around Rick, holding him inside her, scarcely noticing that Louis stopped touching her, moved away toward one of the other student tables. Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard him opening drawers, pawing through their contents.

She moaned, thrusting her hips upward to meet Rick's movements. Her own heart beating hard inside her chest, breathing become faster, more shallow.

My god.

She felt it growing, the pressure building – she was going to cum.

Then she felt fire, intense, sudden, agonizing pain flare from her breasts – Louis was laughing, flicking some sort of clamp he had snapped shut on each of her nipples.

She tried screaming, though nothing but garbled, wet sounds slipped from her mouth.

Rick was pumping her hard now, each thrust shaking her body, her breasts flopping up and down, each movement sending new shards of pain from the clamped nipples.

Kaylie had a hard time focusing on the pain, though. She had to concentrate on keeping her neck arched back, hanging off the table to give Ken's cock a clear shot down deep, and despite the pain, the awkward position, Rick's movements were sending ripples of pleasure through her pussy, rolling along every nerve in her body.

Louis moved down to the end of the table, next to Sammy, twisted her hips to the side and lifted one leg.

Oh my dear lord.

She saw him rubbing something along his cock, coating it, then she felt the tip of his cock against her asshole, easing in ever so slightly. Whatever he had lubricated with was cold and gooey. He pulled back then slipped in far. She screamed around Ken's cock, felt as if Louis was stretching her inside, stretching far more than she could handle.

Then he pulled back and rammed hard, all the way in, and a fresh wave of pain shot through her body.

She squirmed, tried kicking, but Sammy and Louis held her legs tight, both thrusting now – Sammy in as Louis pulled back, Louis ramming forward as Sammy slipped partially out – and Ken was in a world all his own, thrusting deep, groaning, his balls slamming against Kaylie's nose, his fingers pulling her hair.

A sudden, unexpected convulsion rolled through her body. The cocks assaulting her, the pain, the growing storm of arousal breaking over her body – it was more than she could take. Kaylie pulled against the cuffs, moaned, sweat rolling off of her. Tremors ran up and down her body, she felt like her heart was going to slam right through her chest.

Then Sammy and Louis thrust in at the same time, their cocks feeling as if they almost touched inside, and every muscle in her body clenched. She tried calling out, begging for more when she felt a hot, gooey explosion in her mouth, Ken's cum shooting down her throat, filling her mouth. She sucked hard on his cock, licked, then screamed around his dick when she felt the warm liquid of Louis filling her ass, Sammy cumming in her pussy at the same time.

Her own body shivered totally out of control, fire dancing along every nerve, muscles cramping. Ken pulled from her mouth, cum dripping off his cock across her face, into her hair.

"Jesus fucking Christ," she screamed, cumming harder than she had ever imagined possible. Finally, mercifully, Sammy and Louis slowed, then stopped. Her own body still raced out of control. She groaned, called their names, and then, finally, just when she thought her heart would burst, she climaxed, and then her heart slowed, her breathing became easier.

After several moments, she was finally able to speak between gasps.

"Please, my arms," she whispered.