Secret Confessions of a Smart Girl

_{(Part II, Part I… astute readers may notice that I take breaks in order to avoid having to write awkward transitions.)}

I was not terribly surprised to find myself spending the afternoon tied up, spreadeagled and naked, on an attractive strangers bed. I was; however, somewhat surprised when he started pulling out the snakes… plumbers snakes. Plumbers snakes that had been somehow dipped in flexible rubber and made into realistic, squirming, and horribly flesh-colored tentacles.

“GAH!” I made an incoherent noise of horror.

“I would like to point out that in our negotiation you only objected to tentacles that would make you pee yourself laughing”

“I’m not laughing.” In fact, had I had any ability to move, I probably would have been running across the room, but it seemed imprudent to mention that.

“I know.” He grinned evilly, “You’re not the only person in this bedroom who likes hentai.”

I closed my eyes, and muttered, “Oh man. I am so screwed.”

He put a blindfold over them and replied, “Not yet… but you will be.”

“Um,” I asked quickly, “You do know how to use those things safely, right?”

I felt him settle on the bed next to me, “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you or damage you unintentionally. I know what I’m doing. Well, that is, don’t worry TOO much…” he paused to stroke his fingers between my legs and then brought his hand up to touch the wetness to my lips, “you seem to be enjoying a little bit of fear.”

“Now,” he continued, and I heard the sounds of his clothing being removed and falling to the floor “I’ve found it works best if I fuck you first, before I let my little alien friends loose inside you. Then, if you’re very good, I can get all worked up watching you writhe under their invasion and fuck you again once you’re already battered and sore from their probing.”

Just thinking about it was making me squirm and moan on the bed, and when he straddled me and grabbed me again, his hands around my throat, I gasped.

“You want me to do that, don’t you, you little slut?”

The words made me buck again, he slapped me across my face, and I gasped.

“You want me to fuck you and then fill your holes with snakes until you scream for me to stop and then you want me to fuck you again?”

“Yes, please, gods, yes.”

“Good,” he said, as he thrust himself inside me, “because so do I.”

To be continued…