Added to Gorilla slave Roster: 3 Angels — Chapter 80 — Angels of Devil’s Gorillas

After Catching Daniel Fine poaching, the Sheriff goes for his wife, finds more than expected & knows exactly how to handle this unexpected bounty!

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• *Warning! For Mature Audiences. Explicit language and scenes. All events, characters and locations in this story are fictional, in no way meant to mimic or resemble any real person, place, or event.**

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Chapter 80

Ivory stared at Princeton, the one ‘leftover’ friend from high school who still remained in contact. Mostly snap chats or Instagram, sometimes facebook. This was the first face to face since graduation night and some old, FAT FUCK! At the bedroom door had to barge in and RUIN EVERYTHING she labored for days to create!

First, she’d sent Princeton several slightly suggestive photos of girls in handcuffs or hands bound in front. Result: Crickets. Total silence. Prince hadn’t even acknowledged having viewed them.

She’d upped the stakes: sent pics of girls on the bed and floor bound hand and foot, gagged with a scarf or roped through their mouths. Then girls spread-eagle outside, stretched between two trees.

Again, nothing too extreme, but would surely turn a guy on, especially one who’d been caught in a comprising scene in the boys locker room after a basketball game just a few months before.

The crickets had her wondering, ‘Is he gay? Did the the snap chat pics have it wrong? Not aroused by BDSM photos? Or is it me? He doesn’t want me? Or just doesn’t want to see or use me that way? Is he afraid intimacy will ruin what we do have? Why am I not happy, leaving things the way we are?

‘Because intimacy will change how he thinks of you! How he speaks to you! No more Minecraft or Slotomania. Now really, do YOU want to risk throwing that away? Oh HELL!’

Ivory threw the big black, silicone dildo aside, rummaged through the drawer of her nightstand. She had two ecstasies left. She’d been saving them for ‘Their Play Party’ when Prince finally woke up and realized the magical fun they’d have exploring this hidden world of Bondage & Discipline together.

Bad enough she was the one making moves to take this affair further, if he wants one. Oh God! What if he doesn’t?’

She was now out of ideas so if this didn’t work… ‘Just what will you do Ivory? Look for what you want online? What if you get a stalker? Or one of those sex-slave rings?’

A moment to think about that.

‘Actually, I believe I’d enjoy that, long as the men they handed me to weren’t old. Or ugly. Dirty, smelly… OK, maybe I best re-think that whole sex-slave idea. Still… I hear they keep you drugged, or drunk. Get me high enough I’ll fuck their damn dog. Or the garden hose.’

Her eyes fell on the black silicone dildo. ‘Hell. If Princeton flakes out on me I’ll use that black fucker.’ Would she? It seemed to wink at her, a silent invitation, one she was not yet brave enough to accept.

‘Someone should make ’em include instructions… God, Ivory. Now you’re either lying to yourself or inventing excuses to get out of it. Use this fucker today or through the damn thing away… don’t throw it away. Return it to Keana. Wonder if she’s missed it yet?’

BUT! Should she decide to use it she had one more thing to try: Send Princeton those same photos, but this time, the pics where all were gagged and hog-tied. An idea that took just one full minute to complete.

Another attempt to get her honey pot to accept this black silicone monster. ‘The head is in…’ She stopped, checked again STATUS of the message just sent. NOTHING! No message from Princeton though her phone marked all as sent & received.

‘Time for bombs and fireworks.’ To generate ideas she turned to her new best friend: AI. She’d named him Simon, a riff from the game Simon Says. Picking up her phone, she typed her question:

Simon: Tell me how to get my boyfriend to ravage my body. Include language that informs of my desire to go Kink with rope. Or chains. List steps I can print off so I get all that I have fantasized about.

Even THAT got ignored. What more can I do? I KNOW the brat is into it. Talk was going around at school. Why won’t he Bite?

“Ivory, I understand what you’re feeling, but it’s important to recognize the real‑world risks involved. Young men your age can face serious legal consequences if their behavior is interpreted as threatening, controlling, or coercive. Any situation involving restraint, tying, or chaining is considered abusive and could be treated as a criminal act. Even a misunderstanding or a conflict could lead to accusations supported by photos or bruises, and that could result in severe penalties for him. Please don’t blame him for being cautious — he’s trying to protect both of you from harm.”

Simon. Seriously? All he would have to do is save my messages. It was ME who initiated the conversation. If charges ever did land on him any decent attorney would get him off. I’M the vulnerable one here.

“Ivory, I hear what you’re saying, but you’re looking at this from only one angle. Yes, you initiated the messages. Yes, you feel like you’re the vulnerable one. But the law doesn’t work off who texted first — it works off how the behavior is interpreted.

“A young man doesn’t have to be the aggressor to get pulled into something serious. All it takes is: a screenshot taken out of context a moment where someone feels scared or pressured a situation that looks like coercion from the outside Suddenly he’s facing consequences he never intended or deserved.

“You might know you wouldn’t accuse him — but the law doesn’t assume that. And he’s not wrong to be cautious about anything that could be seen as restraint, control, or harm. Those situations get judged harshly, even when both people thought they were on the same page.

“You’re not the villain here, and he’s not accusing you of anything. He’s just trying to protect himself — and honestly, protect you too — from something that could spiral in ways neither of you want. He cares about you. That’s why he’s being careful.”

She read the first part of it, skimmed the rest.

Simon: If I wanted a fucking lecture, I’d a called my mother. I needed a friend, someone who understands need and desire have me on fire. I can’t, WON’T deny them, so FUCK YOU until next time!

If the AI answered she wouldn’t be there to read it. She didn’t even care if he never talked again, but the result of that conversation had her sending two texts:

The first showed a woman hog-tied. The second, an image of herself wearing nothing but a thong and push-up bra. A ball gag had her mouth stretched wider than had been comfortable to bear. It wasn’t buckled, the straps stretched out across the bed around her head and short message: Come buckle me. PLEASE?

Today was the result of that message.

She’d gone to bed with her window open. Princeton worked at a convenience store: Loaf ‘N Jug.

Bring pint of J.D. & 4-pack Green Monster. 5th of J.D. I’m thirsty.

His reply: We only sell shots. I’m not cleared to ring em up. Only managers.

So? Call! What’s the big deal?

She wouldn’t let it go. Neither would his cock.

As Princeton read those texts that bad boy had jumped, eager to do what she wanted. But the WRONG scene. It wasn’t her message that got him hard and eager to play. It was an event at school, last basketball game of the year, his very last sports event before graduation.

If the whole school hadn’t known BEFORE what he was into, they surely did AFTER that night. Surely Ivory heard! Not just heard about it but VIEWED images that had flown through Snap Chat that night?

Prince had missed the winning point. The other players retaliated by tying him wearing only his boxers to the school’s flagpole that stood right outside the main entrance.

His cock had jumped up as the ropes were wrapped around him. Someone produced a cock cage, made him pull his own meat to blow the sperm wad so they could lock his cock in that tiny metal cage. When he couldn’t do that with an audience, they’d made him slam his cock against the metal pole to kill that hard-on.

When he’d recovered from that torture, they’d dressed him in leather bondage gear, made him crawl up and down the metal flagpole, then dressed him in leather bondage gear. A message to the school’s assistant coach at 4 a.m. saved Princeton from a humiliating end to the stunt.

That coach was young enough to see the humor, understood the hazing of their star player for losing that game was not end of the world offense. He’d just got out of bed, found the handcuff key taped to his truck’s window, gone to the school and cut his star center free.

As he’d stood half that night nearly bare-assed naked with the audio of bondage tapes running through his ear, scenes of men and women wearing thick metal and leather collars, whips, paddles, handcuffs, each scene verbally narrated, his cock had jumped, danced, teased, yelled the attempts for Preston to finish him off, allow him to ejaculate the load of male seed roiling in his balls.

The coach had to have seen the effect those hours locked to the flag pole had produced in his cock, yet not one word was said about it. Not that night, not at any time after that night. Someday, Princeton meant to ask him, Why? Why had nothing been said in the weeks following before graduation?

Where was Ivory that night? He couldn’t remember, lacked the courage to ask.

The handcuffs used to trap him face first to the flagpole, so he had to “kiss it” and his cock constantly attempting to fuck it, were in his possession, a treasured souvenir — until Ivory talked him into giving them to her. Eventually he’d capitulated, never realizing one of his tormentors had ‘borrowed’ them from his dad. Prince never did give them up and no one asked to have them back.

Now she was demanding a turn. She wanted HER wrists locked tight. Was she really into the bondage scene? Or teasing him, showing how ridiculous it was to want something like that?

Another worry now, as he finished his shift. Supplying the whiskey when he was underage was a problem. Insurmountable problem. He wanted to appease her. Maybe then she’d do reverse role play. But how to get that concession if he couldn’t supply the whiskey for the Green Daniels?

The stores security cameras were trained on this counter. On the small basket where the bottles nested. Cameras on the cash register so every key pushed was videotaped. He couldn’t buy from another store, he had no ID. He was barely old enough to buy the small bottles. The court hadn’t taken his license.

His parents did.

“Driving without your license on you… they give 24 hours to produce it, but I bet it will still curb that urge to speed.” His dad had been so sure keeping his license away from him would work. It didn’t.

Prince had a reputation to maintain. It had taken a serious hit the night of that game, and more courage than he’d believed capable of summoning to show up for school the following Monday. He couldn’t turn down any challenge to prove his skill or power beneath the hood of his car.

To refuse was social suicide.

Strange… but the photos of him handcuffed to the School’s flagpole had made him a ‘Bondage Hero’ not a social pariah.

How to obtain those bottled shots of Jack Daniels? He wouldn’t steal them. Not from Loaf ‘N Jug, not from Shell, not from Maverick. Only one thing to do. Just had to summon courage to do it.

He shook like a leaf watching the manager close-out his register at the end of his shift. “Jack, I’m gonna ask a favor and if you can’t do it, I’ll get by without…”

The manager frowned, expecting a request for advance of salary or raise. He saw the boy gulp, knew it as a grab for courage, forced the stern expression and furrowed brow to relax, erase, all to present a mien more approachable.

“Ivory wants to try a drink called Green Daniels.” I have one week before I’m old enough to…” Jack nodded to the basket of tiny bottles. “Choose your shot, then a 4-pack of Green Monster from the cooler.”

Once Princeton had all on the counter Jack waved his money away. “Go. My Graduation & Birthday gift.” When the younger man reached for the package, Jack put a gentle hand on one arm. “Don’t open them until you to where you’re going. Once you start drink them stay put until get food in your belly and a few hours of good slumber. Promise me that. Keep that promise. I’m putting my store license on the line helping you out.”

“You have my word.”

Watching him crawl into his Saturn Jack prayed he hadn’t made a serious mistake with that less than legal Graduation gift.

Princeton knocked on her window. She was looking right at him but not making any effort to move off the bed. The window was open, barely an inch, but enough to get his fingers beneath to lift enough to crawl through into her bedroom.

Once he was inside, he saw why she hadn’t met him at the window. Now he was with her, found her handcuffed to the bedframe. “How long have you been like this?” He stared at the legs moving like the muscles needed to stretch, then one leg bend at the knee to pose just right so he could see her open pussy.

“Well, alrighty then!” He’d been after this sweet pussy all through high school, had given it up as a lost cause. She couldn’t answer, hindered by a mouth forced open then plugged shut with a ball gag. A note was taped to one breast nipple.

I don’t want to lose my virginity but I’ve left you a black silicone dick. Use it to fuck me.

“I hate to say it, Ivory, but this black silicone dick you shoved up your pretty cunt? It already broke your hymen. You’re a woman now and a gorgeous specimen of womanhood… though… I’m no expert.”

“You wanted a Green Daniels? Then fixed it so you can’t drink one?”

She felt tears come to her eyes. He had been much longer than expected getting to her house. Now he was there. He had the JD. And the cans of Monster juice. She wanted a Green Daniels, now couldn’t get it to her mouth to drink it.

He took his time, ate that sweet pussy until she was trying to climb up the headboard to escape the constant jabs of his tongue on her clit. When she came, she gushed all over his face.

He’d waited a long time for a taste of her… took his time to drink his fill of that sweet gooey honey.

They were so into their tryst they did not hear Robi Fine get out of bed an hour later. They could smell the coffee she’d made but it wasn’t coffee they wanted.

“Kinda has a kick.” Princeton nodded, all too willing to agree. “Yes. A liquid dare. Bright, sweet, a little reckless.”

“Electric.” Whispered Ivory, pulling again on the handcuffs. “I’m ready to come down.”

“I’m not ready to let you down. You set this up, sweetheart. We’re playing it out. You sent instructions. I’m not going to let my sweet Honey Bee suffer the ignominy of having to end this session without granting her favorite fantasy.”

“Come on, Prince. I’m tired. My muscles ache. I’m ready for sleep.” “Is that the ecstasy affecting you?” “I dunno. Maybe.”

“Let me fuck you and I’ll let you down.” “Use the dildo. I’m saving my pussy for a special night. Maybe a wedding night.”

“I’ll get you so hot with this black dick you’ll be begging me to fuck you.” “At least let me look at your dick…”

Princeton pulled his cock out of his boxers, Rubbed her face then her breasts with his hard cock. He took another dive at her pussy, had her begging for the black dildo…

Prince took his time, snacked a little more on that sweet pussy. When she was fighting the mattress with the effort to suck that black dildo into her pussy, that tight hole oozing clear liquid, he reached for the black dildo, eased it into her pussy.

As it inched in her hips rose up, off the mattress with the effort to meet the silicone dick, to suck it deeper into the canal to her uterus…

The bedroom door opened… then a surprised roar… male voice… not her father!

“Who the fuck are you?” Prince was first to voice both screamed when Ray Taylor stormed the room. “Rick! Get in here!”

It took time for Sheriff Sperling to extricate himself from the tight asshole he was violating, just seconds after that to reach her bedroom, whistled a long triumphant note as the sight registered. He’d picked these two up, not so long ago. Caught them playing hide the sausage off a dark mountain road.

“How old are you, Willis?” “Nineteen. Uhh… I will be, this time next week.”

The boy’s face was red. Still hard. Both men stared at the kid’s hard-on. Both knew. That stiff dick came from the humiliation of getting caught playing ‘hide the dildo’. His face covered with her cum AND the blobs of cum from his own dick.

“I think our boy’s getting off on us catching him here with his dick hard and face buried in cum.” Sheriff Sperling was grinning as he pulled his last pair of handcuffs off his service belt. He had planned to use them with Ivory, but the little cunt had brought her own.

Grinning at Ray Taylor, he smirked, “I’d brought four pairs of cuffs. Four women, four sets. Wondered when we pulled up how we’d get this little fuck here without a fifth pair, but this little cunt brought her own. Needn’t have worried after all.”

The only thing either one of the kids would remember was the giant paddle in the fist of Ray Taylor, the letters S — L — U — T even though they read backwards, were clear as day.

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