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A Girls Desire
CHAPTER ONE
My Fantasy Comes True
I have been ordered to sit here naked and write about the past months that led up to my being here. Also I am to describe in detail who and what I am. What I look like and how I feel.'
My name is Slut Terry. Six months ago my name was Terry Leiu Anderson. I was a happy 17 year old with usual desires, tastes and curiosity. My 18 th birthday was just around the corner and I kept telling myself I would be of legal age to make decisions about things I wanted to do. At least I thought I wanted them.
Six months ago, I would have described myself as: Asian, 5 ft. 1 inch in height, 104lbs, and still a virgin. Black straight hair to the middle of my back, Green eyes, Slim, but because of the German from my mothers side I have better than average sized breasts for an Asian girl my size. My father died when I was only twelve. Mom remarried to my step Dad so I have two last names. Lieu from my natural Father and Anderson from my step Dad.
As I think back, I suppose my dark fantasies were from childhood. Fantasies about being taken prisoner during the war and detained naked with others like us. I have read about the things done to females during war time. I remember at night in my room I would hold my hands behind my back, put a cloth in my mouth like a gag, then pretend I was being ordered to strip naked.
In high school I met a girl who later drew these desires to a peak. It was during my Junior year in high school that I befriended Cindy. We eventually did everything together. I was in three of her classes, and we had gym class together. I noticed her staring at me in the shower, and blushingly made a joke about it. But it happened more than once. I must admit, I was finding it arousing but was afraid other girls would notice and then tease us until the whole school found out. That became the topic of discussion every time I spent the night at her house. She showed me some books she was reading. I immediately found them of interest just looking at the covers. It showed an Asian girl half naked and tied up with soldiers questioning her. My heart began racing and my face became hot.
Cindy told me that she thought of me when she read these stories. She asked the question that pushed me over the edge to where I am today. "Can I tie you up like the book, Terry?"
My first thought was "YES", but I gave her a firm "NO" and added: "What if your mother or little brother found us?"
That weekend changed my life. I kept thinking about Cindy tying me up naked and doing things to me that I had no control over. My panties were soaking wet that night. I wanted Cindy to tie me up and make me orgasm. Two weeks passed with me touching myself every night thinking about this until I couldn't hold back. I went up to Cindy in class and gave her a note on folded paper. She read it and I heard her giggle behind me at her desk. The note said only three words: "Please Tie Me". My panties were soaking and I wondered if my jeans were going to show a wet spot to the whole class.
Two days later was Friday, and Cindy gave me a letter in an envelope and then kept walking. I took it and put it in my purse and went to class as I was almost late. At lunch time, I looked for Cindy, but didn't see her. I had forgotten the note. As I paid for my lunch, I saw the envelope. I hurried back to my seat with my tray, and read the note, holding it low so no one could see it. It said: "You are my prisoner for this weekend. You are to come over by 7:00 pm tonight. You will bring with you an empty suitcase. You won't need any clothes. Oh and by the way…. Mom and Dad won't be home this weekend either. Its just you and me." P.S. "Do not change or take a shower when you get home, come in the clothes you have on" Now, I was getting butterflies and could not eat my lunch or concentrate the rest of the day.
I closed the door as I left my house, said good-by to Mom and Dad. Drove over to Cindy's house which was two blocks away. I parked the car but the house was dark. Didn't look like anyone was home. After a few minutes, I went to the door to ring the bell, and another envelope was taped to the front door with my name on it. I opened it, and had to go back to the car to read it as it was so dark. "Terry, you are a prisoner of war. You are to strip out of all of your clothes except your bra and panties and put them in the suitcase. You will then enter the house and go upstairs to my bedroom after locking the front door. HURRY!"
Heart pounding and contemplating getting back in the car and going home, I looked around. I knew Cindy was in there, but If I yelled or rang the bell, I would ruin the weekend. I decided I had wanted this I was going to play along. I opened the suitcase on the porch floor. Quickly took off my sneaks and socks, slid out of my jeans, took off my tee shirt, closed the suit case and then went in. The house was dark. My stomach was turning over and my pussy was soaking wet. My nipples were bursting thru the bra. I felt my way to the stairs, and went up. I called out Cindy's name ever so lightly, but nothing. I made my way to her room. The door was closed. I opened the door slowly. Quickly I was grabbed by two pairs of hands. My eyes were covered, my mouth was taped shut and my hands were held behind my back. I then felt something tying my wrists behind my back. I was scared. I was breathing so hard I couldn't get my breath with the gag in my mouth. It tasted musty yet had a smell of faint perfume. Little did I know then that I had Cindy's panties in my mouth.
Well to say the least, I was not expecting this. And I was so humiliated. Cindy was not alone. I didn't bargain for this. I was then being escorted down the stairs by both sets of arms while I was crying. I felt a slap across the face. Then we went down another set of stairs. It was the basement. The temperature was cooler against my sweating skin. The floor was cold on my feet. My nipples were sore from being so hard. Not only was I nervous and scared, but also aroused. My fantasy was coming true. I kept trying to tell myself that this is just a game. Cindy won't hurt me. It's supposed to be fun. Then rope around my wrists and they were being pulled up over my head until my toes were all that was on the floor.
A pair of hands grabbed my hair tightly and then I heard a male voice say: "You are a prisoner of war. You will answer all questions. If your refuse you will be beaten. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!" As he shook my head for emphasis. "I will now remove the gag from your mouth. You will not scream. You will be quiet. You will only speak when I ask you a question."
Then, I felt a hard smack to my rear by something hard and thin. It stung so, I jerked against my rope. "If you do not obey me you will receive twenty more!!" He said.
Now, the gag was slowly removed. Then I heard Cindy in a distance. "TERRY! Please do as they say. I will explain when I can. They broke in shortly after Mom and Dad left. I am tied up like you. They have questioned me all afternoon. Just cooperate."
I began crying. I knew now it was not play acting, but something real. But what? How? There is no war here. Who are these people and what do they want from me?
The man spoke: "Tell us your name".
"Terry Lieu Anderson"
"How old are you?"
"I just turned 18"
"Weight?"
"104 lbs"
"Height?"
"Ah.. 5'1", I had to think as my mind was spinning.
"Measurments?"
"WHAT?" I said in surprise. (SWACK!) across my bottom with that stick again.
"Measurments?"
"34c - 21 - 32"
"Are you a virgin?"
As the tears dropped down my cheeks, I cried softly, "Yes."
"How often do you masturbate?"
"Lately every day," I managed
"Why Lately?"
"Please….. don't" (SAACK – SWAACK) two more with the stick.
"Ok, ok… I'll tell you" I said crying.
"I have been fantasying lately about bondage. And have been aroused by it."
Oh how humiliated I was. To hear myself say these words to strangers who I couldn't see and while being tied up in bondage admitting it arouses me.
"Hmmm" said the male voice. "Remove her under clothes." He ordered someone. I screamed "NO… Please don't. PLEASE!!" I shouted in tears. "CINDY! HELP!"
But then I felt my bra coming off, and then my panties slowly being slid down and then removed. Suddenly I was in shock…. Cindy was behind me cupping both breasts and telling me it was going to be ok. That we were there alone. It was all made up by her to let me live out what I have been longing for all these years. I felt her naked body pushing into my back as she squeezed my breasts and teased my nipples. She took my panties to my nose and said "Girl… these are absolutely drenched. Bad girls who soak their panties must pay."
Then she wiped them between my pussy lips to get the rest of the dripping juices, and told me too open my mouth. I obeyed. She pushed them in and tied a cloth around my head to hold them in place.
"When you suck them completely clean, you can have them removed." She said. My eyes were still blindfolded. Still tied to the rope above. She was in front now, pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts. My heart was pounding. I was close to an orgasm like I had never felt before. Then Cindy pulled my legs up and placed my heels on a stool like object so they were spread wide apart and I was still hanging by my wrists. I could picture in my mind what I looked like. She was sitting between my legs and began every so lightly licking my pussy. She ran delicious little circles around my clit with her tongue.
"OH YES, CINDY… PLEASE… I screamed." Then I had the most powerful orgasm I had ever felt in my entire life. I had lived thru my fantasy, but though it seemed real, it wasn't. Not dangerous, yet lifelike. It was so delicious. I love Cindy. She made me what I am.
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