Message-ID: <17822eli$9812050427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: zawackyj_1@hotmail.com (Zawackyj Zabum) Subject: {ZAWACKYJ ZABUM} "THE BREAKFAST OF CONCUBINES" (M/F nc lite bond squicky stuff) [1/?]* Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: zawackyj_1@hotmail.com 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: <366acc85.34919396@news.bigpond.com> DANGER! GROWN-UPS AT PLAY! ********************************************* (Quick intro/disclaimer) This story is published here on Usenet on the understanding that THIS IS NOT THE REAL WORLD! It's a great place for people with my kind of malady - Erotoscribblemania. This is to say I have a writing fetish. I love to write stories. The kind of stories I love to write most are sexual fantasy adventures which are purely for my own mental stimulation and the enjoyment of anybody old enough to be allowed to read them. Most societies I know of believe people under the age of 18 shouldn't be allowed to read the kind of things written in this forum, and I'm not going to suggest otherwise. But I would like to stress to anybody old enough to be reading that what you are about to read is strictly fiction and merely an outpouring, usually unedited, of the fantasy world which exists only in my mind. None of the characters, places, events or anything else is real - I made it all up. Some of the concepts here would be illegal if you were to attempt to imitate in real life what you read. If you are stupid enough to do that, you only have yourself to blame and I will not accept any responsibility. That said, read on and enjoy. If you feel so inclined, email your comments to Zawackyj_1@hotmail.kom ***************************************************************************** The Breakfast Of Concubines ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Copyright © 1998 by Zawackyj Zabum/All Rights Reserved The day started ordinarily enough. Briget Marlow loved her Saturday mornings, particularly in spring, when the suburb came alive with the sounds and smells of everyday living. There was a special something about the sounds of lawnmowers buzzing around and that smell of freshly cut grass that seemed to reinforce her feeling of weekend freedom. That and the sound and smell of fresh coffee bubbling away in the percolator on the bench in her kitchen. The only thing missing from her routine, which had become well established during the six months since she'd started renting the small brick cottage, was the weekend newspaper. Briget thought for a moment about the joy she'd felt the previous weekend, finding another neat little cottage just like the one she was in and being able to scrape together enough bond money to secure it without alerting her present landlord to her desire to move out. Karl van Bonner was the one reason Briget had searched the rental vacancy section of the Saturday papers so thoroughly for the past two months. Briget loved everything else about where she was living - except him. The man was the worst landlord she'd ever had in the six years since she left home and started living on her own. He had been so charming when she first met him. She'd heard plenty of stories about the problems tennants had when dealing directly with the owner and usually rented through an agency, but he had convinced her she could save the commission if she dealt directly with him. At first, this seemed like a good idea, especially as the cottage would have been just out of her meagre price range had it been advertised through an agent. So, she went against her instinct and moved in. The problems started soon after. The problems seemed insignificant at first. Just little things, like a leaking tap which, he said, she would have to pay to have fixed. Briget had never had to pay for general maintenence on any place she'd rented before and she tried to argue the point with him, but this was something she wasn't really confident doing and so she eventually conceded paying to have the job done. She expected a plumber to arrive and fix the washer, but instead Karl turned up and did the job himself. Again Briget wanted to protest about paying, since he did the job himself, but he wouldn't hear of it and became quite nasty when she tried to force the issue. Briget had since seen this nasty side of Karl more times than she cared for and so had decided to move out just as soon as she could afford it. She stood at the window staring out at the paper for a moment. It was the last Saturday of the month - rent paying day. It was also the last chance she had to give Karl notice that she intended moving. Briget knew if she didn't notify him today, he'd be legally entitled to charge her for the next months rent, which would be impossible to pay in her present financial circumstances. But it had to be done. However, Briget was in no hurry to spoil her peaceful Saturday morning with such an unpleasant task, so she decided to slip out, grab the paper and read it while having breakfast instead of showering and getting dressed for the day. There's be plenty of time later in the morning to pluck up the courage and see Karl. At least, that's what Briget was thinking as she stepped outside into the brisk morning air to retrieve the paper. Briget heard the front door click closed behind her as she bent down to pick up the paper. She knew immediately what had happened and felt suddenly sick in the stomach when she turned around to see the closed door at the top of the stairs. It had happened once before. She'd locked herself out and had to go begging to Karl for a spare key to be let in again. Briget cursed herself for being so careless on this, of all days. It wasn't just the thought of having to face Karl so early in the morning. It was the dread of having to do so wearing nothing more than the thin veil of gossamer fabric which was her nightie. 'Oh my God!' Briget gasped under her breath, instinctively tugging the short hem but knowing that it would do nothing to hide anything of her nakedness. The cottage had security grills on every window - one of the reasons she'd rented it in the first place - but she still walked quickly around the yard praying to find a way in. It was hopeless and eventually she had to face the fact that she would have to walk around the corner to Karl's place and suffer the humiliation of him seeing her as she was. Karl's house wasn't far, but Briget felt as if every eye in the neighbourhood was on her as she hurried around the paths. Luckily she only came face to face with one person, a jogger who seemed more surprised at the sight of her than anything, and she was soon catching her breath in the relative sanctuary of Karl's front yard. The easy part was over. Briget modestly clutched the neckline of her nightie as she willed herself to overcome the heart-pounding anxiety she was experiencing. The last time she had to make this journey she simply felt foolish. This time, she felt gut-wrenching panic. Briget made one last check of her appearance, knowing there was nothing she could do to cover herself properly, but vainly trying to do so anyway. Her hands had never seemed so inadequately small as they positioned themselves over her breasts and pubic mound, particularly as she had to also do her best to hold together the front of her nightie, which was only held together by a single strand of lace just above her stomach. 'Well...what do we have here?' Karl's first reaction on seeing Briget standing timidly outside his front door was to glance around as if somebody was playing a practical joke on him. 'Hello Mr van Bonner...' Briget mumbled. She could feel her ears burning with embarrassment as Karl eyed her curiously and scratched the patchy grey stubble on his chin. 'I've locked myself out...again!' she added, trying hard to laugh at herself. 'Have you?' Karl smirked. 'Really?' 'Yes...I was just going out to get the paper...and...I don't know...the door just closed by itself...' Briget was babbling now the way she usually did whenever she felt unsure of herself. 'This is becoming a habit, isn't it?' Karl laughed in a way that made Briget feel even more uncomfortable. 'I don't know?' she shrugged. 'I just need a...' 'Do you want to come inside?' Karl asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Briget felt she had no choice but to agree. She didn't want to, especially as warning bells had already started to ring in her mind, but she stepped across the threshold anyway, sensing that his eyes would be glued to her backside as she walked nervously ahead of him. 'Could I...' she started to ask again for a key. 'I'm just about to have a coffee...would you like one?' Karl asked. 'Um...no thanks...' Briget politely replied. He sounded like he was being friendly, but Briget knew he was simply prolonging her embarrassing agony. She watched as he sat himself at his kitchen table, pushing aside a pile of dirty plates and the crumpled debris of what looked like months of scavanging. 'Well...you'll have to excuse me while I have one...' Karl picked up his cup and peered over the rim of it at her. 'Have a seat...' he offered after taking a small sip. Briget felt the knots twisting in her stomach as she reluctantly sat on the only available chair opposite Karl. The wooden seat was cold against her bare bottom and sent a chill of goosebumps to every corner of her body, reminding her and making her acutely aware that she was completely naked beneath her tiny lace nightie. She was also aware that Karl was staring right at her, though she demurely kept her eyes averted so as not to have to engage him in unnecessary conversation. It was while Briget was glancing absently around his kitchen that her eyes wandered onto the items littering the table top in front of her. She was so shocked she almost lept from her seat, but at the same time, she felt paralyzed and unable to take her eyes off the polaroid photo which had caught her eye. Her eyes became riveted to the clear, color image of a young woman lying face down on a bed, totally naked with her legs held obscenely apart with a black bar cuffed to her ankles, her wrists manacled behind her back and a leather gag which seemed to make her squint with discomfort. Briget couldn't stop herself from staring at the bizarre image. What was worse, and what filled her with alarm, was the bed in the photo. The bedspread was made of black velvet and the bedhead was an ornate design of cane which had been painted gold. It was familiar because it was the bed she could see through the open door behind Karl...the photo was taken in Karl's bedroom! 'So...' Karl said, interrupting the confusion bubbling furiously in Briget's mind. Briget looked up at him, conscious that her mouth was hanging open with shock but unable to hide the fact. 'You want me to help you...' Briget nodded unsurely. There was something about the tone of his heavily accented voice that gave her the creeps. 'You look like you'd have a bit of a problem if I don't help you,' Karl said flatly, standing from his seat and pausing for a moment to ogle the attractive thigh and glimpse of bare ass Briget was unintentionally displaying. 'Yes...' Briget said after clearing the solid dry lump which blocked her throat. She didn't know what to do or say. Her hands were clasped apprehensively in her lap to conceal her pussy, but there was no way of pulling the short hem of her nightie to cover her thighs. So she just sat there, still as a statue, trying to mentally transport herself home to safety. 'What will you do for me if I help you?' Karl was grinning now, his hands on the back of her chair and leaning over her shoulder to get a clear view of her pert breasts. 'What do you mean?' Briget's voice trembled. She could feel his hot breath behind her ear but refused to face him, mostly because she was feeling repulsed by the thought of where he was leading with his question. She could also feel his eyes wandering over the unhidden shapes of her breasts, which she tried to guard by bringing her arms protectively together, but this only pushed the soft mounds up and almost caused them to spill from the flimsy covering of her nightie. 'I mean...' Karl said, slowly reaching down to pinch the lace threads of the large bow that loosely tied the front of her nightie. 'I mean...I think you should be nice to me...if you want me to help you...' Briget's pulse raced wildly as she watched the loops of the large bows disappear into themselves, Karl's gnarled fingers tugging the strings apart until the knot slipped open. 'No...I think I should be going...' 'What's your rush, Briget?' Karl said, casually peeling open the front of her nightie and gently jerking the hem free from her meek grip. 'I know you want to...' 'What?' Briget stammered quietly, desperately wanting to stop what he was doing but not able to summon the resistence needed. 'You want to be nice...you're a lovely nice girl...' Karl smiled to himself as he felt Briget discreetly lean forward to allow him to slip the shoulder straps of the nightie down her arms. Briget shuddered, a profound rush of guilt pounding her right in the stomach as she timidly lifted her hands, allowing Karl to take her nightie from her. The sensation of being completely nude in his kitchen was almost surreal, as was the strangely alluring delight of trying to hide her nipples, which had already swollen tensely with her increasing insecurity. The image of the naked girl bound helplessly in the photo filled Briget's thoughts as she sat shivering nervously, trying to anticipate Karl's next move. She couldn't understand what exactly had come over her and possessed her to submit so easily to him, knowing that doing so could only be interpreted as provocation on her part but unable to control herself. Briget knew in her mind that yielding to him was the most foolish thing she'd ever done in her young life and she knew she'd ultimately be demeaned thoroughly by him, but there was a deep part of her that desperately wanted this. 'Are you going to...to tie me up?' she mumbled tentatively. The words just seemed to tumble out of her mouth without thinking. 'Yes Briget...' Karl said solemnly. 'Does that worry you?' Briget felt dizzy with guilt and didn't answer him. Instead, she watched silently as he swept the pile of clutter with a wave of his arm across the table, the plates breaking and cutlery tinkling on the hard vinyl floor as they dropped. She meekly obeyed his tacit command to sit on the table, pulling her knees modestly to her chest and waiting anxiously as Karl rushed to a drawer under the kitchen sink. It probably only took Karl ten seconds to grab a handful of thick corded ropes from the drawer, but it seemed to Briget like an eternity. Every rational voice in her mind seemed to be screaming at her to get up and run away, but there was such a heady tingle of excitement in the rest of her naked body that she was immobilized. 'Lie back...' Karl said, gently pushing back on her shoulder until her tense body dropped slowly back on the table. Briget avoided looking at Karl as he slipped coils of soft rope around each of her wrists, pulling each of them to the corners of the table where he tethered them with secure knots. 'Here...slide down this way a bit...' Karl said, taking hold of Briget's slim waist in his large hands and urging her to wriggle until she was forced to spread her feet to keep her heels on the edge of the table. Briget let her head roll to one side, feeling embarrassed about knowing the position fully exposed her pussy to his lecherously hungry eyes. It wasn't a position she was comfortable in and was relieved when he began binding each of her ankles with ropes. It wasn't that she didn't want him staring at her - she did. But she didn't want any control over that. She wanted him to spread her legs widely and make it impossible to either hide or protect any part of her vulnerable pussy, especially her clit, which Briget felt certain was already throbbing in full view. What Briget was expecting wasn't what he did next. She whimpered to show her discomfort when he pulled her feet back over her head, buckling her over completely so as to bind her ankles to her wrists. 'Please...' Briget blushed. 'Not like this...' 'Not like what, Briget?' Karl said, sounding totally unconcerned but clearly enjoying the sight of her timid struggle. 'Have you had breakfast yet?' 'What?' Briget asked, briefly giving up her fight against the ropes. 'No...' she said, meaning she didn't want him to take down his trousers, which he was beginning to do. 'I bet you've got a ravinous appetite?' Karl laughed loudly as his penis, almost solid with healthy erectness, sprang up from his woolly crop of grey pubic hair. 'Here...open up...' 'No...' Briget clenched her lips firmly, shaking her head to protest as Karl softly whipped her blushing cheek with his penis. She dared not open her eyes. There was no doubt as to what he expected her to do, and the thought repulsed her. There was a smell about him - a filthy, unwashed smell she'd never known before. Briget squirmed frantically but was unable to escape the menacing feel of his thick shaft bumping against her tightly closed lips. 'Ok then...perhaps we'll try the other end...' Karl said, waiting until Briget opened her eyes again to have the pleasure of knowing she was watching him. Briget did watch him as he moved slowly around the table until he was standing with his cock poised at her unfurled slit. This was more what she'd been expecting and, even though the thought of having the dirty old man's cock inside her pussy, she felt this was better than the hideous thought of having to suck it. Still she put on a show of resistence, moaning loudly as he stepped forward and inserted the bulburous head of his cock uncermoniously into her unprotected slit. 'Oooh! That feels good for me, Briget!' Karl sighed, not seriously, but more to mock her for the slippery ease with which he was able to penetrate her. 'Does it feel good for you?' Briget panted breathlessly as her twat was roughly prodded to emphasize each word. His cock seemed bigger than it looked and she felt her pussy walls contract and spasm around its shaft each time the knob bumped against the tight, puckered aperture of her womb. It did feel good, but Briget didn't want to humiliate herself by admitting this out loud. The ropes around her wrists and ankles heightened the perverse thrill that seemed to flood her twat, holding her firm in a position where she didn't have to do anything - just lie there and take the energetic pounding he was giving her. Karl said nothing for a long while. He continued jerking his hips, thrusting in ways that caused Briget's cunt to make lewd farting sounds. The sound amused him, mostly because it plainly embarrassed the defenseless girl roped to his kitchen table, but also because it was evidence that her cunt was smothering his cock with liberal amounts of her pussy juice. He occasionally withdrew it almost completely between deep strokes until he was satisfied it was covered with just the right amount of milky bubbles. Briget didn't realize he'd stopped until he was again standing over her head. She opened her eyes and this time parted her lips when his now wet cock slapped against them. It was an almost reflex action and his cock glided into her willing mouth. Once inside, there was no way that Briget could expell it, even though she felt a need to after he began telling her how she was sucking up her own cunt juice. She groaned and tried to resist, but this only seemed to encourage him to fuck her face more vigorously. Briget's nostrils flared as she gasped for breath past his cock, the stench of his crotch making her mind reel with guilty pleasure. The fetid odor made her think things of herself she'd never considered and also reminded her that she had willingly allowed herself to get into this degrading situation. It reminded her that what she was doing was the most disgusting thing she'd ever done, and this made her feel supremely satisfied. Karl had started grunting loudly, lost in his own world of perverse pleasure as he climbed into positions where he could drive his throbbing cock into the deepest recesses of Briget's mouth. The sound of her gagging helplessly, her head tilted back off the edge of the table and his cock seeming to ram down her throat, was enough to make his balls erupt in a fury of delight. He hunched himself over her head, half wanting to curl into a ball where he could both fuck her mouth and kiss it as well. He groaned, reaching down and pinching the rubbery, erect nipples of Briget's pert breasts as he watched her throat contracting and spasming as she swallowed each violently spurted glob of his cum. Briget felt as if she was drowning is a sea of filthy slime, swallowing a number of times before she realized what exactly was happening. There seemed to be nothing she could to to ecape the torrent and each time she gulped, her mouth involuntarily sucked another wave of hot, salty jism into her mouth. Time seemed to lose meaning as Briget gulped and swallowed until his twitching cock went still and almost felt softer against the roof of her mouth. Finally, Karl stepped back and Briget coughed and spluttered as fresh air was again able to circulate in her lungs. A lingering stench in the air was all that remained as a reminder of what she'd just done. That, and Karl's words that he was now looking forward to a hearty breakfast as he pulled up a chair and sat where he could dine on her quivering, aroused clit. 'Bon appetite!' he winked... ************************************************************************* Comments to Zawackyj_1@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----