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This story deals with adult situations. It is illegal for anyone under the age
of 18 to read this story. If you are under 18, please leave immediately.




(A quick story I threw together. See if you can guess what celebrities inspired
me!)




The Gift
by Thndrshark
 

Jennifer glanced at her watch and wondered where her friend was. Standing
outside the local electronics store, she was impatient to get this over with.
Her boyfriend's birthday was the next day and she still couldn't decide what to
get him. She knew this was an important moment in their relationship. She had
recently graduated from high school and moved in with John, her senior by 3
years, and they had already spoken of spending the rest of their lives
together. His turning 21 not only marked an important moment in his life, but
was also the first time they could officially celebrate an occasion as an adult
couple. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find anything
appropriate. She had already considered everything from a trip to a new watch,
but they didn't seem to fit the right mood. She had always been bad at this
gift thing. She knew he put on a good face when he had opened previous
presents. But she could see his disappointment sneaking through as he held up
socks or a new CD. And whenever he gave gifts to her, they always seemed to be
the perfect thing for the moment, gifts that innevitably brought tears to her
eyes.

She finally caught site of Sarah across the parking lot and waved her down. She
ran up, out of breath, but looking none the worse for wear, as usual.

"I'm sorry I was late," she started while still several feet away. "I couldn't
get away."

Jennifer was just glad she was finally here. "No problem. I appreciate you
coming." Sarah looked up the store front they now stood in front of.

"Is this what you're reduced to?" She was smiling, but she could see the
troubled look in her friend's eyes.

"I have no idea," Jennifer said. "I want something really special, something
he'll never forget. I doubt we'll find it here but I have no clue what else to
try."

Jennifer and Sarah had been friends since child hood. Both very different, they
none-the-less had something in common; their uncommon beauty. Jennifer had an
innocent, friendly face, complimented by long, dark, softly curled hair, large,
firm breasts and a thin frame. She was probably the single most sought after
girl when she was in high school, with the choice of boyfriends at her
fingertips. Sarah shared a similar level of beauty. But where Jennifer may have
been the innocent engeneu, Sarah was the strong leading lady type. A little
taller than Jennifer at 5'2", she was more of the vixen. Her shoulder length
sandy blonde hair offset her deep, dark eyes and glamorous face. But more so
than her beauty, you could see her thinking. She certainly wasn't as vuluptous
as her friend, a point that wasn't lost on her, but she held her own in the
field of men. 

"You're thinking too simple, Jen," Sarah goaded. " What do all guys want?"

"Well, sex, I guess."

"Is John any different?"

"No. He probably has a more refined taste, but it all boils down to sex,
anyway." They both laughed at this. Jennifer had always confided everything in
her friend. Even when John started teasing her with ideas of wearing tight
latex outfits or threatening to give her a sound spanking. Slowly, John
revealed a darker side that often surprised and shocked Jennifer. But Sarah was
never shocked. Instead she encouraged her friend to experiement, knowing that
his fantasies were the best way to his heart. 

"No better way to a man's heart than through his pants," Sarah proclaimed.
Jennifer nodded.

"Ok. Then what do you suggest?"

Sarah seemed to muse for a moment. "Well... if he had his ultimate fantasy,
what do you think it would be?"

Jennifer blushed at the thought that crossed her mind. But she knew her friend
enough to know she wouldn't be surprised. "I think he would love to have me as
his sex slave for a night." 

Sarah smiled at that, glancing over Jennifer's body. "You would make a good
little slave, wouldn't you!" They both laughed, though Jennfer's was a bit more
forced.

"Ok, if you're serious about this, then you have to trust me fully, ok?"

Jennifer shrugged her shoulders. "I really don't know what else to do." She
waved her hand in front of her. "Lead the way."

________________________________________

Jennifer waited nervously in John's living room. She smoothed her sun dress
across her legs and looked at her watch, wondering what was keeping Sarah. John
had been sent off for the afternoon to some sporting event, a gift from his
friends at work, leaving the girls at home to get ready for his "big surprise."
They had agree to meet at his place by 3:00pm and Jennifer had arrived right on
time, letting herself into the home with her key. Sarah had borrowed John's key
as well, so she had expected to find her friend already here. Instead, the
house seemed empty. She took a seat in the living room, trying to distract
herself with television. The old mansion, an inheritance from John's
grandparents, seemed to loom over her, its dark woods and foreboding design
making her uncomfortable. She had always felt a little uncomfortable in the
house, but she knew she had to start calling it home.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard footsteps from upstairs. As
she turned to see who it was, she heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Sarah.

"You scared the hell out of me," she said.

"I'm sorry. I came over early to get some things ready upstairs for your big
night." She grinned in excitement. "Are you ready?" Jennifer watched as she set
down a large duffle bag.

"I guess so," she mumbled.

"Ok, then let's just start here." Sarah dropped the bag and started pulling out
a collection of strange objects. "Get undressed. Did you do what I told you?"

Jennifer began slipping off her sun dress, revealing her young body and newly
shaved pussy. "Yes, but it feels really weird."

Sarah took a glance, smiling at the sight of her. "You look perfect. Come over
here." Jennifer walked over to her friend, feeling very self conscious. But
Sarah had seen her naked many times, and they had even had a short lived and
exciting lesbian moment a few years ago, though it had only consisted of some
kissing and touching. Her friend knew her body well and she knew there was no
reason to be embarrassed.

"Turn around and lit your hair up," Sarah commanded. As Jennifer held her hair
up high, she could feel her friend placing a wide collar around her neck. The
band fit snuggly, then a click told her a small padlock held it into place. She
touched the strange piece of leather around her neck, feeling the cool steel of
a ring dangling from the front. She could feel a strange tingling between her
legs as she responded to the feeling. She was getting aroused! Jennifer knew
she was sort of interested in these types of games. Though her shy nature often
appeared as prudishness, she found herself daring John to punish her now and
then, encouraging him to bind her hands. It was rare that they did these
things, but she knew he was always the most aroused when they did. And she had
to admit that she was also.

"Put your hands behind your back, palms touching." Jennifer pressed her wrists
together, knowing what was next. The cool leather strap slipped around her
wrists and pulled snug until she couldn't move them apart. She soon felt
another strap around her elbows and her friend began pulling them together. She
was limber enough to manage this form of restriction, but the feeling of her
breasts being forced out and her shoulders back made her feel even more
vulnerable. Sarah finished binding her arms then rotated her to face a mirror
in the corner. Standing behind Jennifer, holding shoulders, Sarah could feel
the lust in her heart, as she examined her bound friend. She couldn't resist
running her fingers down across her breasts, feeling them grow beneath her
fingers.

"I should keep you for myself, she whispered in Jennifer's ear. She could feel
a shiver run through her friend's body, despite the warmth of the room. Her
hands caressed down and over Jennifer's firm breasts then over her flat
stomach. Jennifer was getting even more wet, not only from her friend's touch,
but also from the sight of her own bound form. Rather than the amateur dog
collar or soft rope that John had used on her in the past, the thick leather
around her neck and the wide straps holding her arms together behind her made
her look just like the dark fantasies she had dreamt. She was both scared and
excited by the image before her.

"Let me finish then we can head upstairs," said Sarah, reaching into the bag
once more. Jennifer looked down at the strange object that Sarah held to her
lips. The large red rubber ball looked far too large to fit into her young
mouth. But she had agreed to go along with the plan, and reluctantly opened up.
Sarah pushed the ball by her teeth, forcing the gag deep into her mouth.
Jennifer almost choked on the enormous size as the rubber sank in, but had no
chance to complain. The leather strap connected was quickly, and Sarah gave it
an extra tug to pull it deeper into her friend's mouth, eliciting a muffled
whimper. Sarah caressed her hair to calm her down, then looked her in the eyes.

"Do you want to do the shoes, too?" Jennifer thought of the painful ballet
shoes she had tried on at the store. She knew they made her long legs look even
more sexy, but she also knew that they were very painful to walk on. But she
was determined to go all the way, and didn't want to stop now. She nodded. 

"Good girl," Sarah said, reaching back into the bag. The menacing shoes made
Jennifer's heart skip a beat, but she allowed Sarah to sit her down on a
footstool and lace the shoes on. Finally, she was lifted back on her feet. She
wanted to cry out immediately as her toes pressed into the end of the shoes and
her calves stretched. She now towered over her friend, but was also at her
mercy. Sarah smiled again then laced a finger into Jennifer's collar ring and
led her up the stairs.

________________________________________

Jennifer was getting nervous. It seemed like she had been waiting here for
several hours. She tried to shift her position, but the straps allowed her
little room. Sarah had led her into John's master bedroom and Jennifer had
stopped surprised at the door. The room, already made up of dark woods and a
large wrought iron bed, had been enhanced by a collection of equipment and
furniture that made the room look like a dungeon. Chains dangled off the bed
frame, metal cuffs connected to the end and harsh looking whips laid about.
Sarah had led Jennifer to the middle of an open space near the base of the bed
and pushed her onto her knees. A heavy chain connected from an ancient ring set
in the floor to the front of her collar. The weight seemed to pull her body
down to the floor and she struggled to stay upright. She could feel as Sarah
attached s spreader bar between her knees and ankles, forcing her to expose her
newly shaved pussy. At that, Sarah had kissed her friend on the head. 

"I'm going to make up a story for you, something that will get his blood
rolling. Just play along, ok?" Jennifer had little choice but to nod, then
watch her friend leave her.

She spent the time trying to see how Sarah had modified the room. But the
lighting was spotty and dark, making it difficult to see well. She could only
see the glints of light glancing off dangerous steel.

Despite the heavy chain dragging on her neck, Jennifer was forced to maintain a
very erect posture, the straps holding her arms together behind her forced her
back straight. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she caught sight of a mirror
and her dim reflection. She could see how she would look to John. She was truly
a slave now, completely bound and immobile. Her pussy was wet and she wished
she could touch herself, or even close her legs. But the knee spreader kept her
legs wide and removed any possibility of self pleasure.

She jumped at the sound of voices outside. She expected John but she could also
pick out Sarah voice. She was surprised, but not too much, thinking perhaps
that John was making her stay until he discovered her surprise. The voices grew
louder until, just outside the door, she could hear Sarah's voice.

"I know you've fantasized about this, John," she could hear Sarah say. "Now's
your chance. Jennifer is now your sex slave and she asked me to help you train
her." Jennifer was shocked to hear this. She had never intended for Sarah to be
a part of this. She figured she would be found by John, have a fun night of
love making and that would be that. Now, her best friend was making it into
something much more. She suddenly remembered her friend's words. This was part
of the fantasy. Well, one of her fantasies had included Sarah dominating her,
so maybe this would make it come true.

"So, what do you get out of this?" John was just outside the door, pausing
before entering.

"I think you and I would make a great master and mistress team. Jennifer will
need a lot of training. Even though she was so certain she wanted to be your
slave, I think she's in for more than she thought."

"How far are we going to take her," he asked.

"All the way," Sarah responded. "If you don't want her after awhile, we can
sell her and make some money. I'm sure she would command a good price."
Jennifer was shocked to hear this, but she knew it must be part of the story.

Finally, the door opened and John entered. He must stopped at the door,
examining the changes to his room, until his eyes stopped on his girlfriend's
bound form. Jennifer kept her head bowed in submission, remembering some book
about not looking her master in the eyes. She could see his boots approach,
then his hand reached down and lifted her chin. She could see his passion in
his eyes and at that moment was determined to live up the fantasy, if anything
just to make this the best gift he had ever received. She knew she must be a
sight, her long, dark hair cascading past the padlocked collar onto her harshly
bound arms. He lifted her chin until the heavy chain stopped her head from
rising more.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" She looked into his eyes and nodded. "You
want to be my slave?" Again, she nodded. "You'll do anything I command?" A nod
again. "You will be mine to own?" Yes, she signaled. She watched him smile and
release her chin. She glanced behind him if only to give Sarah a thankful look
and was shocked at how her friend looked. Rather than the old jeans and blouse
she wore earlier, she almost didn't recognize her now. Towering on six inch
heeled patent boots, Sarah was clad in long rubber leggings that gleamed in the
light. A skimpy latex G-string hid just beneath a rubber garter belt. Her long
arms were also covered in rubber gloves that reached nearly to her shoulders.
Her breasts were exposed, supported by a rubber push up bra, forcing her large
breasts to standout even more. She was a beautiful sight, but a surprise to her
friend. Sarah finally looked down and her smile did not reassure Jennifer.

________________________________________

She didn't know what to do other than lick. She had been left on the floor at
first and Sarah had undressed her boyfriend then slipped to her knees and
licked his cock to life. Jennifer was too shocked to look away. Finally, John
lifted Sarah to her feet and pushed her over onto the bed. He slipped his large
cock into her friend's pussy and began pumping her hard. Jennifer couldn't
believe what she was seeing. Rather than a present for her boyfriend, the night
was quickly turning into a personal nightmare. She could only watch as her best
friend was fucked hard by her boyfriend, a position she had hoped to be in by
now. Tears began running down her cheeks.

She had been lifted off the floor and placed on her back. John held up her
ankle spreader to keep her on the bed, then nodded to Sarah. She watched as
Sarah pulled the gag from her mouth. Her jaw ached so bad, she wasn't able to
speak at first. This gave Sarah time to slip off her g-string and position her
pussy over Jennifer's face. Without hesitation, she literally sat down on her
friend's face. She tried to cry out but the sharp sting of a strap on her bare
pussy stopped her. Sarah had selected a rubber strap an began encouraging her
new slave.

"Lick my pussy, slave," Sarah commanded, then swung down again. The feeling of
the rubber striking her clit pushed her tongue from her mouth, discovering
Sarah's damp, and also newly shaved pussy. She didn't know what was happening
but she knew she could not take the pain she felt between her legs. She began
sucking quickly.

"She responds nicely, John," Sarah cooed as a flush of excitement crossed her
face. "Have you ever fucked her up the ass?" Jennifer froze at that question,
illiciting another sharp slap on her pussy. 

"No, she would never let me," John responded.

"Well what she wants is no longer an issue, is it," Sarah pointed out. John
nodded ad lifted Jennifer's ankle spreader higher. She could feel a pressure
against her virgin asshole, then a sudden push and sharp pain as her boyfriend
entered her ass. She tried to scream but Sarah only sat down harder on her face
and added another strap to the increasingly red area between her legs.
Jennifer, tears now streaming from her eyes, doubled her efforts on the pussy
forced into her face, trying to ignore the harsh penetration.

________________________________________

John had pulled out when Sarah had come to a screaming orgasm, then lifted
Jennifer off the bed and stood her on her ballet shoes. She was weak, not only
from her bound position, but also from the brutal assault upon her mind. She
didn't notice much as her ankles were attached to rings on the foor and a chain
was attached to bound wrists. Without warning the chain was cranked up, forcing
her to bend at the waist. Her arms were pulled up until her wrists pointed to
the ceiling, causing intense pain in her shoulders. Jennifer barely noticed as
Sarah placed her friend's hair into a ponytail, laced with an extra piece of
leather, then attached the strap to her elbow bondage. Sarah pulled back hard,
forcing Jennifer's head back until her face pointed forward, then tied off the
strap. As John examined some of the toys, Sarah leaned in and whispered to her
friend.

"I'm sorry about not telling you, Jen," Sarah apologized. I found a note you
had written to me a few months ago, telling me about one of your fantasies. You
had said you really wanted to do this for John." Jennifer remembered a note she
had written to her friend some months ago, sharing a dream she had had. She
never intended it to become a reality.

"Sarah, this isn't what I wanted," she croaked, unable to say more. Her scalp
was beginning to ache from her hair being pulled back hard and her toes had
begun to throb from their restricted position. She was exhausted from the
ordeal she had experienced, and only hoped it would end soon.

"I know, but John is so happy," Sarah touched her cheek. "I'm sorry I got
involved but this is definitely the best gift you've ever given him. Don't ruin
it by not playing along." Jennifer had to admit she had never seen her
boyfriend so excited. She had expereinced fantasies of this nature in the past,
so she had to admit she was turned on too. But she didn't imagine the pain and
humiliation. 

"I'll play along, Sarah," she whispered. "I trust you." Sarah smiled and
stepped away as John came back.

"This is some amazing stuff, Sarah. Are you sure we can use it on Jennifer?"

"Just ask her, John." He leaned over to his girlfriend, his cock still hard in
front of her, and growing even harder at the sight of his helpless new slave.

"Tell me what I can do to you, Jennifer," John commanded. She knew she had to
play along to avoid ruining his present. She just hoped she never actually
experienced all of this.

"I'm yours to do with as you please, master," Jennifer said. "My life and my
very existence is in your hands. I am yours to train, punish, share or sell as
you see fit, master. I only want to please you and serve you, and whomever you
want me to please or serve."

"You see? I told you," Sarah said.

"Ok. I guess she's my slave now," John said in amazement. "I just can't believe
it! She was so nice and wholesome. I can't believe she wants to be a sex slave
for life!"

Jennifer jumped. Did he say life? She wanted to look at his face, at Sarah's
face, to see if they were joking. Was this part of the game? When would be know
the truth? Jennifer was speechless. 

"Let's have some fun," John said, standing in front of Jennifer's mouth.
Without much warning, he shoved his hard cock deep into her mouth and down her
throat, then began fucking her face. She could taste her own asshole on her
tongue, causing her to gag slightly. But she had little choice to resist. She
was bound immobile, her face exposed for just such an abuse. She could barely
breath in between strokes. She could sense that Sarah had moved behind her and
suddenly she felt a sharp strike and heard the slap of a wide paddle on her
ass. She nearly choked at the sound, feeling the burn and sting of the wide
rubber paddle on her ass. Sarah added another, then another to each cheek,
turning Jennifer's ass into a cherry red and bringing fresh tears to her eyes.
Finally, Sarah stopped, but quickly appeared beneath her. Suddenly, her nipples
burst into fire from the sharp clamps Sarah applied. She felt like they would
be cut off by the hard steel. She felt as her friend applied weights to the
chains dangling beneath her, further stretching her breasts beneath her.

Jennifer could feel John getting close to cumming. He pulled out just before,
resting his cock on the tip of her tongue.

"She always hated tasting cum," John commented to Sarah. "I guess I can do this
now." His cum launched out of his cock, laying across Jennifer's tongue. "Don't
swallow, slave." John commanded as the white substance collected on his new
slave's tongue. Finally spent, John leaned over to look at the cum pooled on
Jennifer's tongue. 

"How do you like that, slave," he asked. "I have a whole list of things you
used to hate, but now you're my slave, I guess you will learn to love them!"
With that he stood and left the room, leaving the puddle of cum still in
Jennifer's mouth.

________________________________________

Jennifer could feel the morning sunlight warming her body. She tried to roll
over but found that her motion was still restricted by a heavy chain from her
collar to the ring in the floor. She tried to open her eyes, then remembered
the tight leather hood stretched across her face. The kidskin was so tight it
molded her face. Her eyes were covered by pads, then a built-in blindfold
covered those. Her mouth was filled with a rubber blow up gag, inflated so
large her jaws had ached all night. She still felt the collar locked on her
neck and her arms bound behind her. The spreader bars had been removed and a
short six inch chain now connected her ankles. She could feel her ballet shoes
on her feet.

If she could cry any more, she would. Sarah was taking this fantasy/gift
business too far. After fifteen minutes of holding the dreaded pool of cum in
her mouth, John had returned to let her swallow. She could still feel the
coating of sticky liquid down her throat. Sarah had quickly forced the blowup
gag into her mouth, then inflated it until Jennifer's eyes had watered. Sarah
made sure she had a good view of the massive canopy bed, then she had taken
John into her and they had made love for hours. From time to time, one of them
would glance over to her. John would smile at the sight of his new slave bound
helpless while he made love to her beautiful friend. Sarah would smile at
Jennifer as she felt John inside of her. Finally, they had finished, kissing
and caressing each other, until Sarah had finally proclaimed it was time to let
Jennifer down. She was relieved. It was time to end this gift. Her arms, bound
behind her then forced up high in the air, had begun to scream in pain, and her
calves had begun to cramp from the constant pressure. She was angy at Sarah,
but she had thought it was a little fun, too. She would forgive her later, once
she had a chance to recover.

But after releasing her ceiling chain and disconnecting her spreader bars,
Sarah did not untie her arms. Instead, she attached the short chain between her
ankles, the forced her to walk back to the place she had been at the start of
the evening. She had trouble moving since her head was still forced back
harshly, forcing her now to look at the ceiling as she walked. Sarah forced her
to the floor again, then attached the floor chain and climbed back into bed.
Jennifer could just see the two cuddling in her own bed, as she lay bound and
helpless on the floor. She felt humilated as she lay there. She was till naked,
her asshole throbbed from the brutal penetration, and her neck had begun aching
from the harsh position. She tried to struggle, to move or get away, but the
heavy steel of the chain and her bent position prevented her from moving much
at all.

It was only after midnight that she could hear John's voice.

"I can't stand her staring at us like this. I still think of her as my
girlfriend."

"I can take care of that, sweety," Sarah said, then rose to apply the harsh
hood. Now, in the morning, she could barely hear bodies moving. Here hearing
was impaired by the hood, but she was sure she sensed motion. The sudden yank
on her collar chain told her she was right.

Jennifer was kept chained on her knees as John got cleaned up. She was shocked
when, preparing to go get breakfast, he kissed Sarah passionately, then patted
Jennifer on the head and left. She was sure her friend would now let her go.
Sarah instead pulled a stool up in front of her friend and removed her gag.

"What the hell is going on," Jennifer demanded with her dry and cracked voice.
"This wasn't what I had in mind, you sleeping with John, me being tied up all
night."

"I know, I'm sorry," Sarah pleaded. "I know how important this gift is and I
wanted to make sure John never forgot it."

"You got him thinking I want to be his slave forever!"

"Yeah, that kind of got out of hand," Sarah acknowledged. "I never said forever
and you didn't have to agree to it."

" I know, but it would have ruined the story."

"Exactly! That's the whole point of this. Rather than just a simple night of
some fun and games, we've given him a fantasy most men only have wet dreams
about!" Jennifer had to admit it was good. But she could feel the pain in her
shoulders and the punishment she had received last night.

"When is it going to end?"

"Look, tonight we'll have some fun and then I'll let him down. I doubt he could
possibly believe that you would want to become a lifetime slave."

"Ok, but take it easy. And why can't you let me go for now?"

"He'll be back any minute. He just ran down to the store. We have to keep up
the illusion. You have to be completely submissive today and do anything he
asks."

"I guess," Jennifer said reluctantly. "I can't imagine it could get much
worse." Sarah chuckled.

"I'm sure he has some surprises for you."

________________________________________

Upon John's return, Jennifer played her role to perfection, and was rewarded by
seeing the joy in his eyes. He stood before her for ten minutes, just admiring
how her bound body and kneeling form was available for him. She was on her
knees, spreading her legs as wide as she could despite the short chain between
her ankles. Normally she would have her head bowed, but her hair had been kept
in a pony tail and though the hood was removed, Sarah had kindly reattached the
strap to her elbow bondage, pulling her head back harshly. But Jennifer didn't
mind, and even enjoyed the uncomfortable position. 

John rubbed his hands across his captive slave's body, squeezing her large
breasts and even tweaking her nipples. She jumped at that, but didn't pull
away. He smiled. She was truly his. 

End of Part 1

As usual, comments always welcome at Thndrshark@aol.com
Also, visit my website at www.gwenmedia.com/thndrshark.htm

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