Message-ID: <27376asstr$973897807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Jack Duncan" <jackduncan52@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: <F45yZMUteeRnCB9k6pk000043d7@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 15 Oct 2000 21:30:20.0008 (UTC) FILETIME=[1E50F680:01C036EF] X-Original-Subject: Submission to Aniv - Party Subject: {ASSM} Anniv-Party: "Surprise" Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 18:10:07 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/27376> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin SURPRISE by: Jeannie Duncan (JandJ) Morning coffee at the mall is a long standing habit of mine and as I have no classes on Tuesdays, I was contentedly sipping my over-sweetened latte and reading a romantic paperback novel when I became aware that I was being addressed. "Mrs. Durant?" I looked up to see a handsome face looking expectantly at me. The tall man was somehow familiar but not until I noticed the two cameras and camera bag slung from his shoulders did I place him. Not bothering to correct him about the 'Mrs.', I closed my book and smiled. "You're a fellow member of the West Side Club, aren't you? I'm sorry I don't recall your name." I knew his name perfectly well but was being coy. "Don't apologize, we haven't been introduced. I'm David Hartford. May I join you?" "David Hartford? Yes, of course, the famous photographer. Please do sit down." (Migawd, he's handsome and he wants to sit with me!) "Not so famous." He flashed me a slight smile. "But I am doing better each day." He paused and looked quietly into my eyes for a delicious moment. "I have some photographs I would like to show you. - This is all rather delicate." He rummaged in the camera bag and handed me a sheaf of prints. "They're of your husband - and my wife." The day suddenly seemed a little less bright. I have no husband but he has a wife. The top picture was of my brother Alan standing by our front door. Since our parents died, we have been sharing the house. He has the upstairs while I have the kitchen, living room and den. The second picture was of Alan and a rather pretty woman opening a door with the number seven displayed on it. The third was a wider angle photo of the two in the courtyard of what was obviously a motel with the same door and number clearly discernable. The remaining pictures were of the two together - kissing in a car, holding hands by the lake, in a candle-lit restaurant. I was glad I hadn't corrected the man about my marital status; this could be interesting. I felt like smiling at my rascally brother but I managed a frown. "And just why are you showing these to me?" "I thought you should know." "Well, if you're going to suggest that we get together and repay our wayward spouses in kind, forget it." I feigned indignation by gathering up my purse and book, looking haughtily into his face. "Oh, nothing that corny." He protested. "I was thinking more of producing a private documentary on the dangers of philandering." I replaced my purse and book on the table and thought for a moment. "Something we could present to them reminding them of the risks they are taking." "And of the retribution that could befall them." David added quietly. There was a slightly sinister sound to that. "Tell me what you have in mind." By the time he had laid the whole project on the table, my interest in the gorgeous man beside me had returned and I was thoroughly aroused by the audacity of the plan. Seeing no good reason to not begin immediately, David uncapped the video camera and took a scene of me reading my book then sipping coffee before rising and going toward the restrooms. I found some vitamin pills in my purse and David showed me how to work the zoom lens so I could take a shot of him walking nonchalantly by my table and surreptitiously slipping the pills into my coffee. He then filmed me returning from the restroom and finishing the coffee. We moved to the rear entrance to the mall where we set the camera on a tripod to get me coming through the door into the sunlight where I hesitated and staggered just as David came up behind me and caught me by my elbows. We had gathered quite a group of spectators by the time we reset the camera to catch my wobbly-knees act as he helped me across the parking lot to his car. We laughed and bowed to our fans as we recovered the camera and drove off. I felt so excited I couldn't resist the temptation to plant a quick kiss on David's cheek. The studio was smaller than I expected of a professional photographer but the living quarters were most tastefully decorated. David collected some equipment from a cupboard and we moved into his bedroom where he meticulously arranged several lights and two cameras to his satisfaction. I sat on the bed and marveled at the grace and precision of his movements as he explained to me the function of each article. Next he turned on the VCR and showed me some of the footage he had taken of Alan and his girl (I had ceased to think of her as David's wife). David explained that the two had been meeting regularly at the same motel for several weeks and he had bribed the desk clerk to allow him to set up a camera in the air conditioning duct which he could operate from the next room. I had never in my life seen anything like the scenes David had captured. I had occasionally perceived my brother wandering around the house in the nude and had sometimes wondered how that flabby little thing could be used to satisfy the urges I knew a woman to be capable of but watching on the TV screen as it swelled and stiffened when the woman fondled it, a number of my unasked questions were answered. Then, as I watched the following scenes, I was filled with an excitement I can't describe and although I couldn't take my eyes off the screen, I could feel David watching me with amusement. When it came to the part where the girl took that formidable erection of Allan's and guided it to her puss, I was squirming in my chair and my panties were becoming embarrassingly damp. I couldn't believe she could take the whole thing into her but she did - and as she rolled her head back, closed her eyes and opened her mouth, I could see that she was enjoying it ecstatically. I found myself hyperventilating. "Well, that's the opening scene of our epic." He said as he shut off the TV. "-To be followed by some shots of me raging and tearing up the room, after which I sit down with an evil glint in the eye. Then comes the kidnap scene we did at the mall in which the wronged husband drugs and abducts the wife of his wife's lover. "And now let's record the final melodramatic act of retribution. First, undress and spend a while getting used to the cameras. Remember, I'm a photographer, think of me as you would your doctor." Turning on the cameras, he went to a corner cupboard and returned with a handful of plastic tie strips, the type you can tighten but not loosen. I pretended nonchalance as I removed all my clothes and lay down on the bed. I was pleased and yet mildly resentful that David didn't stare. I am rather proud of my breasts. He methodically chose four short ties and fastened one around each of my wrists and ankles. He then picked out four of the longer strips and passed each one around a post of the bedstead and then under one of those encircling my limbs before attaching the other free end. Each restraint was then tightened until I couldn't bring my ankles together closer than about a foot nor could I touch any part of my body with a hand. As David stood up to place fresh cassettes in the cameras, I became acutely aware of my exposure. "You won't be taking pictures below my waist will you? I should have kept my panties on." "You can't act convincingly if you know the camera is lying. To portray a naked defenseless woman, you must be a naked defenseless woman. We'll edit out any part you wish to later." He repositioned the cameras so that I could not twist to hide any part of me from at least one. "This is where the plot picks up: now act the part of a captive facing that fate worse than death. Scream if it helps, this room is quite soundproof." After five minutes of struggling against my bonds I gave up and lay drenched in perspiration. I was shocked to see David standing totally naked at the foot of the bed. I felt some apprehension as he knelt between my feet, but when he produced a tube of KY jelly, I really panicked. "You promised a suggestive fade out at this point." I protested. He smiled and squeezed out a generous amount of the lubricant. "We have revised the script." "That man is not my husband." I sobbed. "I know. You're his sister. And that woman is not my wife. I got this idea when Alan and his girl friend hired me to take that video of them. I saw a picture of you on Allan's dresser and decided I just had to have you." He leaned forward and the tip of his erection touched the lips of my pussy. The muscles along the inside of my thighs began to quiver. I didn't want him to stop but I felt outraged at having been so easily duped. "I'll charge rape." I screamed. He smiled as he drove slowly but firmly into me. "We have almost twenty minutes of video tape showing you were cooperative at all stages." !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+