Message-ID: <16922eli$9811060635@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: lordshon@aol.com (Lord Shon) Subject: Captured by the NWO (3/3) (M/F, Bondage,Silly) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981105181306.28983.00003819@ng72.aol.com> This is one part out of three involving a silly story that concerns Wrestling and Bondage. To know if the version you are reading is complete, the phrase "To be Continued" or "the End" should be at the bottom. If not, then the part is NOT whole. This story is mine but feel free to archive or post as long as no one makes any money from it. The entire story contains scenes involving M/F, F/F, Bondage, Light Humiliation, Domination and and Violence. Certain parts contain certain scenes. It is not meant to be taken seriously, and does not in any way mean to infringe on the copyrights of the companies who own the characters mentioned. As always, comments are welcome by e-mail. You can also visit my website at http://members.aol.com/GntlShon/kikonwo.html to show your approval. It also has a picture of Kiko. It also links to the rest of my stories as well as a few notes about the story. More importantly, it contains a counter so I can judge how popular this story is by how many hits I get. Captured by the NWO Part 3 By Shon Richards Kiko was carried into the hallway by the Macho Man, painfully for she was hanging from his hands by the posture bar. She saw a bellhop down the hall look at her and she started to cry out for help. But she stopped herself, because Macho man was finally taking her where she wanted to go, Kevin Nash's room. There Kiko hoped to quench the mania in her underwear. Kevin was eating at a small table as Macho man brought her in. She struggled to see him but being bound at the wrists and neck made it impossible to move without choking. All she needed to see was Kevin sitting bare chested in his red boxers. She waited to hear what kind of sexy command Kevin would give Macho man. She hoped after two days of being sexually teased, this morning might see a climax or two. "Just drop her on the bed." Kevin said between mouthfuls. Macho Man dropped her face first onto the hard hotel bed. She squashed her breasts as she fell, irritating them even further after Elizabeth's torture. Kiko rolled over on her side and tried to look seductive. Thankfully, Macho man left, leaving her alone with the sexy Kevin Nash. Kiko sucked in her already tight stomach and lifted one of her legs straight up into the air. Hopefully, Kevin would find the spray-painted 'NWO' sexy on her nude chest. She felt the cool air of the air conditioner brush her sex, and Kiko hoped Kevin would be impressed with the sight. Kevin kept eating. As she watched his gorgeous seven foot tall body stretch out and calmly eat, Kiko became worried. His long brown hair framed his face perfectly, they really set off his laughing eyes. She longed to feel his beard between her thighs so she went for the direct approach. "When are you going to stop eating those eggs and come eat something tastier?" she asked sweetly. "I'm not," Kevin answered without malice. "Tonight is my last match before my six month vacation and I plan to take it easy today. Besides, I'm married and I don't think my wife would approve of me going Chinese." Kiko's leg dropped like a guillotine. This was the final insult and she had had enough. She was a seventh generation Japanese and this asshole called her Chinese. Using agility that she didn't know she had, she slipped out of her handcuffs without once pulling on the posture bar. She quietly climbed off the bed, swinging the bar attached to her collar around to her front. With perfect silence, she got behind Kevin and swung with full force at the back of his head with the posture bar. Kiko was rewarded with her dream hunk collapsing to the floor. Her rage subsiding, Kiko caught her breath and decided what to do next. She decided to put Kevin on the bed for now. She unlocked her collar and let it and the bar drop to the floor. She walked behind Kevin, squatted and grabbed his shoulders. Straining, her legs trembled with power as she slowly lifted his three hundred pound plus body off the floor. Powered by an intense desire to get him on the bed, Kiko was able to lift and drop him to her goal. After getting him on the bed, Kiko untied the scarves on her arms and legs. Using these, she was able to secure him spread eagle on the bed, much to her delight. Ripping his boxers off made her feel like she was deflowering him, a feeling she enjoyed very much. Kiko forced herself to calm down and set things up properly. Searching through his luggage turned up a camera. Tickled, Kiko snapped a few pictures of the bound man. A few loving pictures of her posing with his cock between her breasts made for good blackmail material. She also took a few pictures of Kevin's face between her legs for her personal collection. The Polaroid camera was made for this kind of blackmail she thought. As Kevin lied helpless and sleeping, Kiko decided to get her much needed shower. She stripped out of her boots and gloves, since she was already almost nude as it is. Knowing she had to hurry before Kevin woke up, Kiko lathered up as fast as she could. The hotel soap was minuscule in her hands and at one point she lost the tiny bar underneath one of her breasts. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't scrub off the spray-paint from her chest. She realized she would have to wait till she got home to remove it but at least she got rid off the sticky reminders of her other encounters. Stepping from the shower, Kiko felt a new confidence. She didn't bother to dry herself because she decided that things would heat up soon enough. The washed Ninja let herself drip onto the floor as she walked into where Kevin was stashed. She had some juvenile fun flicking water at his face till he woke up. "Time to wake up loverboy," Kiko said with sweetness Kevin didn't believe for a moment. "Do you really believe these scarves are going to hold me down?" Kevin asked after testing his strength. "I can snap this bed in a minute." "Maybe," Kiko agreed. "But then, while you're snapping the bed, I'll be running out the door with these pictures." Kiko fanned out the offending pictures like a deck of cards in her hand. Kevin looked horrified as Kiko picked one at random and threw it on his chest. He felt his stomach sink as he saw a picture of his face buried between Kiko's thighs. His years of a happy marriage flashed before his eyes. He thought about threatening her but seeing her with those letters spray painted across her chest, he knew she was already pissed. "But I'm not unreasonable," Kiko said as she sat on the bed between Kevin's bound legs. "My terms are simple, all you have to do is lay back and not escape. Then after I get my compensation for the damage the NWO has given me, I'll let you keep these pictures I've taken. That sounds fair to me." Kevin debated his options. He could let this gorgeous Asian woman screw his brains out or tell her no and let his marriage go downhill right before his vacation. He wondered if his wife would understand the sacrifice he was going to undertake for their marriage. Finally, he wondered if Kiko was going to invite anyone else while he was tied up. "I guess you have a deal." Kevin said in a voice that he hoped sounded forlorn. "Great, I might not even cripple you afterward." Kiko said as she gagged his mouth with her last scarf. His cooperation insured, she placed each of her hands on his feet. Sitting between his legs, she laid back and placed her wet hair and head on his right thigh. His shivering felt good to her, and he continued to shiver as she trailed her fingertips up from his feet. Her nails traced lines up his ankles and calves. When her hands reached his knees, she turned around quickly, flinging water from her hair across the room. she massaged his thighs slowly as she worked up his legs. Kiko's powerful hands were able to massage even Kevin's thick muscles. He was actually starting to relax when Kiko lowered her wet hair across her crotch. He immediately clenched as the cold water shriveled his manhood. She giggled softly as she massaged his legs up to his hips. Using all of her willpower, Kiko ignored his manhood and began massaging his chest. She expertly straddled his hips, letting her buttocks push his cock back. She sat comfortably as Kevin's cock throbbed urgently against her ass. Kiko was impressed with the sheer power she felt underneath her fingers. His pectoral muscles were as solid as her father's bank account and nearly as big. She felt light as a feather sitting on top of him. Kiko bent forward and pressed herself against her captive. Her silicone chest splashed onto his granite chest like a runaway train. His neck was inches away from Kiko's mouth and she blew him a kiss. The bound arms were subjected to her massaging hands as she tried to ouch as much of her body to him at once. Her legs spread themselves and aligned up with his bound legs, clenching his solid cock between her buttocks. Her wet sex was pressed firmly against the base of his ringpost and it was all Kiko could do not to rub herself furiously against him. Kevin was thrusting and all he managed to do was get more aroused. His cock rubbed uselessly against her wet lips, her buttocks clenching with each attempt. Kiko giggled as Kevin's humping became more frantic. She was nearly bucked off his hips so she wrapped her hands in his hair to hold on. Like she had expected, his hair was soft and felt like silk in her hands. "Damn, your hair is in better condition than mine!" she whispered. Kiko had reached the limit of her patience, it was time to have Kevin make a woman of her. Without rising from his chest, she lifted her ass and shimmied down a few inches. She playfully tried to catch Kevin's throbbing cock with her pussy. Kevin growled into his gag as his cock was unable to sink itself into her. It pushed against her sex a few times, slipping past her opening from all the moisture. Kiko enjoyed teasing him like this until his cock accidentally brushed her swollen clit. The shock of pleasure that went through her body ended her self control. She let go of Kevin's tempting hair and reached down for his thrashing cock. He froze as Kiko grabbed a hold of him, holding his breath in anticipation. Kiko was just as breathless as she guided inch after inch of Kevin's lust muscle into her. They both released their held breaths when Kiko finally settled completely on top of him. His cock was held in a vaginal full nelson and he didn't care one bit. His cock was slowly being massaged by her incredible inner muscle control. It felt like a thousand soft tongues were massaging him. Kiko shifted ever so slightly and Kevin felt every sensitive inch of her pussy. Waves of sensation and pleasure overwhelmed him, he laid back and became aware of all the wonderful folds and ridges of Kiko's inner body. He was helpless, and he hoped it never ended. Kiko on the other hand, had reached her limit. Using her ancient secrets of muscle control had not only seduced her lover totally, but it had fueled her own desires to an inferno. She could longer delay her orgasm, so she lifted her body about two inches from Kevins' scrotum, and then dropped herself back down. The entire motion was almost unnoticeable to any onlookers, but to Kevin and Kiko the effect was titanic. Kevin orgasmed instantly as the intense pressure stroked him, Kiko followed with her orgasm as her ninja trained sex felt every once of his sperm rocketing into her body. They cried out together, a low simultaneous moan that filled the room. she pulled the gag from his mouth and kissed him softly. Then they spent the next ten minutes shuddering from the afterglow. "Lady, I don't care who you are, but you won me over to your side. Damn that was good sex." said Kevin as he laid in bliss. "Good, it saves me the trouble of breaking something of yours to get you to talk." Kiko said casually. She rolled off of Kevin gracefully and used a spare T-shirt to wipe herself down. She then used another T-shirt of his to clothe herself with. All he had were black NWO shirts, and the smallest one came past her knees. It looked like she wasn't wearing any panties, which was true, but with the T-shirt she could walk in public panty free. Her enormous breasts pushed the shirt out a little farther than was decent, but at least her ass was still covered. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she thought it was the sluttiest outfit she had ever worn and she loved it. "So tell me Kevin, does the other members of the NWO have any weaknesses?" asked Kiko as she modeled in the mirror. "Are you kidding?" Kevin laughed. "We all have injuries in some sort or another. Our medical insurance is pretty extensive." For the next thirty minutes, Kiko listened to the soared medical history that made up the NWO. She spent the time stretching the kinks out of legs while making mental notes of where to attack. Kevin occasionally had to tear his eyes away from Kiko's lithe body in order to recall the important details she needed. It was just too distracting to watch his shirt rise and fall past her ass. When he was done, she approached his tied body and kissed him good-bye. Then she delivered a swift chop to his neck in order to knock him out. Unfortunately, her aim was a little off from her afterglow. It took a good ten blows to a protesting Kevin before she was able to knock him out. Rubbing her sore fist, Kiko waited by the door. She listened for the sounds of the other wrestlers getting ready to come by. She didn't have to wait long, a knock on the door and Macho's gravely voice called out. "Hey Kevin? Are you done with that bitch yet and ready for our rehearsals?" he yelled. Macho Man was standing casually in front of the door when the door was flung open. Faster than a man could say "OH YEAH!", a booted heel planted it's self in his forehead. He collapsed quickly, clutching his aching skull. He cried out even louder when Kiko carefully kicked his shoulder. His old dislocated shoulder injury came back from it's three year absence. She turned to face the others and smiled as their jaws dropped. Hogan and the Giant hadn't expected to see her again. They sure as hell hadn't of expected to see her standing and unbound. When she ground her heel into Macho Man's dislocated shoulder, they realized that their stupor would be the end of them, so they attacked. The Giant ran up to her first, his large arms reaching out to grab her. Kiko ducked under his huge arms and rolled on the ground behind him. She sprang to her feet quickly as he turned his massive bulk around. She spun gracefully on one leg while the other leg crashed into the side of his knee. The Giant screamed in a suprising falsetto voice as his recently reconstructed knee gave out from under him. His five hundred pounds crashed into the flimsy hotel wall and caused a Giant shaped crater to emerge. "Two down and only you left to go Hogan." Kiko said with a flirtatious smile. Hogan growled at her bravely. Then he turned and ran. "Fuck!" Kiko yelled as she chased after the blond muscle man. "Help! Help! Security!" Hogan screamed as he ran down a flight of stairs. Kiko chased behind him, the thrill of the mission speeding her feet. She shoved open the stairway door and looked down the flights for her prey. Hogan was only one flight below her, so she doubled her speed. Leaping sometimes as much as ten steps at a time, she quickly caught up to him. Hogan's geriatric heart nearly gave out as she tapped him on the shoulder. "Oh God please spare me!" Hogan cried as he dropped to his knees. Kiko ignored his begging as she kicked him hard across the jaw. With her personal satisfaction gratified, she then considered his plea. "It's simple Hogan, just agree to quit wrestling forever. Do that and I'll leave you alone. Refuse me or go back on your word and you can kiss your fifth, seventh and twelfth vertebrae good-bye." Hogan considered this generous offer and the pain from the last time he injured his spine. He quickly came to a decision. "All right, you win. Shit, are you sure you don't work for the Four Horsemen?" Kiko answered with another kick to his head. She was sure he would agree to her demands, but this kick was just for fun. It also knocked him cold. Kiko knew it was time to leave, but these twisted wrestling nuts had rubbed off on her. She unrolled his T-shirt off and laid him flat on his back. Using a can of spraypaint that she had swiped from Kevin's room, she left Hogan a reminder of his promise. She just hoped Hogan was smart enough to know who 'KIKO' was when he looked down on his chest. The End. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----