AI image by Grok — Imminent Peril! — by Z

Helplessly Bound And In The Most Extreme Of Peril I Was Seconds From Death!

I was just on my way back from the coffee shop when the tires of one of those delivery box trucks from some produce place squealed loudly before almost running me over. The two men jumped out, for what I thought was to double-check if I was okay, but that wasn’t their plan, their task at hand.

Roughly, one grabbed me from behind, as I took in a deep breath to scream for help, but halfway through, he had covered my mouth with a rag, wet with some kind of chemical. Oddly, the smell was pleasant and sweet, like a freshly baked apple pie.

But then, as I tried to stop them, I was quickly overpowered, as everything went blurry, and soon after, black.

Not sure how long I was out, but when I woke up rope-bound and helpless in some kind of lumber place, the first thing I did was scream at the top of my lungs until I was out of breath. Glancing down a second time at the wraps of tight rope above and below my breasts, I noticed I was wearing a different dress?

I’m now in a torn, tattered, and very wrinkled green dress. Which can only mean they had me naked, or at least, down to my bra and panties while I was under… those sick fucks!

A scruffy and mean-sounding voice catches me off guard, “Scream all you want, bitch. We’re miles from anyone ever hearing, or coming to save you.”

“WHO ARE YOU?!? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!?!? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?!”

Once again, I’m scared by the voice of the other man, standing on the other side of me, “What we want doesn’t matter. All that matters is what the Boss wants. And he wanted you here, and he wanted you helpless. Can you get loose?”

I’ve been struggling to get loose since I woke up, and I’m not any closer to being free. But now that the chemical seems to be out of my system, I give it a fresh try and struggle with all my might. Breathing extra hard as I am, causing my breasts to lift and fall.

Scruffy voice guy, in a very perverted way, says, “Yeah, baby! That’s right! Struggle hard for us, baby.”

“FUCK YOU! I’M NOT YOUR BABY, YOU SICK FUCK!”

“Feisty one, aren’t you?”

As pissed off as I was at them, I quickly realized that swearing and yelling isn’t going to help me. Especially since the one fuck seems to be getting off on it.

“Listen, whatever is going on here, if you two just let me go, I’ll never say anything about any of this, or anything about either of you… I promise.”

“Strange offer, coming from the bitch that Boss says has never kept a promise in her life.”

Back to yelling, “WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!? I’M THE WRONG GIRL! I HAVE TO BE THE WRONG GIRL! THIS IS ALL A BIG MISTAKE!”

“Is your name Mary?”

“Yes,” I replied, questioning.

“Are you brunette?”

“Um, just look.”

The other man joins in, “Seems like the right bitch to me.”

“FUCK YOU! FUCK BOTH OF YOU!”

A very loud phone on the wall rings, causing me to scream, as the two of them laugh at me. “Baby, if that scared you, just you wait.”

I listen to the one-sided conversation of the man who picked up the phone.

“Yup! Totally helpless and very scared.”

“The green dress, just like you asked, Boss.”

“Even the lipstick and hair. Now we can curl our wives’ hair, not that we want to.”

“Camera is ready, so you’ll be able to add these to your book.”

“So glad we don’t need to clean up after this one.”

“Okay, Boss. Consider it done.”

There were so many fucked up things said that should have freaked the fuck out of me, but I chose the oddest, but least concerning of them all…

“Did you fuckers curl my hair? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Ignoring my question, he turns to the other guy and says one word: “Saw.”

“Really? I just got this suit back from the cleaners.”

“Not our job to question the Boss. Our only job is to do what he asks.”

“Can I do the camera this time?”

“Just get the saw going, and untie her from the chair.”

The full realization that I was abducted, dressed, bound, had my hair and makeup done while I was out, only to be sawed to death for some sick fuck’s pleasure, hit me like a ton of bricks!

Panic can’t begin to explain what I was feeling! Every emotion came crashing in on me from every direction. It was as if a swarm of bees was attacking and biting me everywhere all at once… but…

“But, what?”

AI image by Grok — The Confession — by Z

“This is going to sound very odd, but as the blade was spinning, sawdust was flying, and my flailing bound body was being dragged to my final moment of extreme peril… I…”

“You what? Go ahead… this is a safe place.”

“I… I… I liked it!”

“Liked it? In which way?”

“In every fucking way! Those bees weren’t stinging me with pain, but with pleasure! The bondage! The helplessness! The men taking charge of my body! The… the…” gasping, “the peril! Oh God! I get excited just saying… peril!”

“I’m not fully following.”

“As they dragged me to my death, I was… cumming! Like I’ve never cum before! And… and…”

“And?”

“I screamed! I’LL SUCK YOUR COCKS! I’LL SUCK YOUR COCKS! I’LL SUCK YOUR COCKS! The thing is, I wasn’t offering to suck their cocks to save my life… I… I was screaming to suck their cocks, because I wanted to suck their cocks.”

“Oh… ah… and?”

“Then I fucking woke up! My bed was soaked, and I pulled the largest dildo from my nightstand, crammed it in my mouth with one hand, while holding the back of my head with the other. I was choking, gagging, and crying, before cramming it, all covered in my saliva, deep into my pussy.”

Silence…

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Well, what do you think it means, Doc?”

“You do realize, I’m a podiatrist, right?”

“Everyone else was booked. So you get off on feet?”

“NO! That’s not why I…”

“Come on, Doc. You haven’t taken your eyes off mine since I came in here.”

“FINE! You opened up to me, I’ll open up to you! YES! I want your feet out of those pumps so badly, I can taste it! But how is that supposed to help you?”

Slowly removing her heel, as the Doc stares and starts to breathe heavily, she then pulls rope out of her purse, explaining, “I just need to know if real bondage and peril will get me as wet as it did in my dreams…”

AI image by Grok — The Plan — by Z