Archive-name: Bondage/cari-1.txt

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Archive-title: Mark and I



        For as long as I remember, the thought of being the "victim" was

always exciting. And during my childhood, there were people around me that

made this desire even more real. I was eleven when the first real thoughts

came to my mind.

        You could say I was a loner at that age. Few of the other girls were

really interested in being my friend. It didn't help that both my mother and

father were alcoholics and the whole town knew it. So, I spent alot of time

alone. My parents were brutal to me at times, locking me in my room, going

without dinner, leaving me for hours on end. But, there was one person who

would come over and play. His name was Mark. And, at this time, he was just

turning fourteen.

        He would watch for when my parents left the house and would come over,

sometimes helping me with my homework, sometimes just playing a board game.

A couple of times my parents came home and found Mark in the house, but, they

were usually too drunk to say anything. Finally, in early October, Mark had

gotten the courage to ask my parents whether it would be alright to watch me

after school. Since there had been a little tussle between them and the local

juvenile authorities about leaving me alone, they were all too glad to accept

his offer.

        It wasn't as though I was incapable of taking care of myself. For that

matter, there were very few people that even thought I was eleven. I was just

over five feet tall, rather pretty, and well proportioned. My blone hair was

just below my shoulders. And developmentally, I was definitely becoming a

woman. Though they weren't large, my breasts were in form, with small pea-

sized nipples that I was quite proud of.

        All in all, however, it was good to have company like Mark.



        One afternoon, Mark had arrived at my house even before I had gotten

home from school. When I walked into the house, he had stopped at the store

and had bought us milk and cookies. Eagerly, I put my coat into my room and

returned to the kitchen where I joined him. As we ate, Mark seemed to be pre-

occupied with a thought.



        "What are you thinking about ?" I asked him.



        "Aw, nothin." he replied.



        "Come on..."



        "Oh, allright." he said, finishing the last of his milk. "I was reading

this book that my father had, and it was about a guy who took this woman pri-

soner."



        "Yea..." I asked, as he drifted off in thought again.



        "Cari, have you ever thought of being captured, and being someone's

prisoner ?" he said, looking deadly serious.



        "Uh, no." I answered, just a little scared at the thought of it. "Why

do you ask ?"



        He thought for a moment. "We can try playing a game like that if you

want to."



        Now it was my turn to think. "What did this guy do to the woman ?"



        Mark seemed to be getting uncomfortable. "It's hard to explain." he

said, "I would really have to show you."



        Again, I thought. Mark was always there for me, never asking for any-

thing, and just wanting to be my friend. I really didn't see any reason for

me to worry, besides, it had been pretty boring around here.



        "Ok, lets play." I said.



        A smile came over Mark's face. "Great !" and with that, he got up

from the table and went to the cabinet under the sink, where there was some

cord wound in a ball.



        "Whats that for ?" I asked him.



        "You'll see."



        Mark asked me to get changed out of my school clothes and into some-

thing old. So, looking in my closet, I found an old brown safari dress that

buttoned down the front. I quickly put it on and re-joined him in the living

room.



        "Now what ?" I asked.



        "Ok, make believe you are watching TV and I'll sneak into the house

and get you." he said, smiling.



        Mark quietly left the room, and I went over to the TV, turning it on,

then sitting on the couch, pretended I was all alone. I was a little scared,

but, at the same time, was a little excited. Suddenly, Mark grabbed me from

behind the couch, his hand on my throat.



        "Don't move, or I'll kill you." he said, in a frightening voice.



        I sat motionless on the couch. He moved to the front of me, then

pushed me down into a laying position. He scooped me up from the couch, very

gently carrying me into the kitchen.



        While I had been changing, he had cleared the table. He carried me to

the empty table and put me down.



        "Make believe you passed out." he said, so I closed my eyes.



        He picked up my right arm, and dropped it. Remembering I was supposed

to be passed out, I let it fall to my side. As I peeked one eye open, I could

see Mark was smiling. He went to my feet, then pulled me down towards him,

until he had centered me on the table top. He moved to my head and took my arms

and placed them over my head, spread to each corner of the table. A moment

later, I could feel the cord being wrapped around my left wrist. I heard a pair

of scissors snipping at the cord, then watched out of squinted eyes as he tied

the end to the table leg.



        Mark did the same to my other wrist, just as quickly and silently. I

heard him walk to the bottom of the table, then felt his hands wrap around my

slender ankles. Slowly, he spread my legs wide apart. I could feel the cool

October air rush up between my legs. He slipped off my shoes and socks. I had

wanted to say something, but, I was becoming more excited as he went along. I

felt the cord wrap around my right ankle, then my left. He tied each end to the

table leg. And when he was through, I was lying there, spread eagled on the

kitchen table.



        I went to move, but found that Mark had tied me much tighter than I

had expected. I opened my eyes and Mark was standing over me. I was totally

defensless to his every desire, and that was giving me a tingling sensation

in the pit of my stomach down between my legs. Silently, Mark reached to the

top button of my dress, and unbuttoned it.



        "MARK !" I said, rather pissed off. Mark stood there with a look of

disappointment on his face.



        "Come on, it's only a game." he said.



        I looked at him, then lowered my head back to the table. Ok, I had

thought to myself, 'let's see how far this goes.'



        He reached for the second button, and slowly unbuttoned it. He con-

tinued, until the dress was completely unbuttoned. I could feel the coolness

of the air brushing against the small line of now exposed skin between the

flaps of my dress. I was becoming more frightened, and more excited, the tin-

gling became more intense. Slowly, he slid his hands inside of my dress, part-

ing the material. Beneath the dress I was wearing a training bra, which, bec-

ause of my size, wasn't covering much, and a pair of white cotton panties. The

cool air was taking it's toll on my nipples, which were hardening under the

strain of the flimsy bra.



        I looked up at Mark. He had this weird look on his face. His hand moved

to my heaving breast. He gently caressed the rock hard nipple with his palm. It

felt incredible, like an electric shock through my body. I moaned. Mark then

took the scissors in his hand, and inserted the blade into the sleeve of the

dress, cutting it to the collar. He went to the other sleeve, doing the same

thing, then, putting the scissors down onto the table, he pulled the remains

of the dress from off of my now shivering body, leaving only in bra and pant-

ies.



        Mark didn't stop there. He picked up the scissors again, and inserted

the blade into the strap of my bra. With a quick snip, it was cut. And, in a

moment later, so was the other. He slid the blade between mt breasts, and a

snip, and my bra was in pieces. This too, he pulled from my body. His hands

moved to the small mounds of my breasts. I instinctively tried to move my

arm to push his hand away, but, I was unable to move. I began to squirm and

struggle at the cord that bound me, but, it was no use. The sight of me str-

uggling made Mark even more excited. He took the nipple of my left breast be-

tween his thumb and forefinger, pinching it slightly. I bit my lip in pain,

but, didn't cry out. My toes arched outward, my ankles struggling at the cord.



        Mark moved his lips to my right breast, taking my nipple into his

mouth. I had never felt this way before. There was a burning between my legs,

one that seemed to get worse every moment that passed. His hand moved to the

softness of my stomach, his finger toying at my belly button, which protruded

slightly. Then his hand moved lower, to the waistband of my panties. His hand

slid beneath them, down to my hairless cunny. He slid his finger over my small

opening, gently massaging the soft petals of my cunny lips.



        Playing with myself was nothing new for me. It was a way of passing the

time when I was alone. But, with Mark touching the spot that had only previ-

ously been touched by me was even more exciting. I felt his finger part my

small petals to my tight little hole. His finger darted in and out, but, it was

just too tight for him.



        He slid his hand out from my panties, and raised his head. By this

time, I was well on my way to coming. He picked up the scissors again and

slid the blade beneath the waistband of my panties to the side. He snipped,

the material giving way easily, then he snipped the other side, pulling the

panties from me with the other hand. Mark then got on the table, straddling

me. He outstreached his arms to my bound wrists, carressing me from my arms,

to my breasts, then sliding off the end of the table, moving down my body to

my ankles. He slowly moved his tongue to my ankle, then licking upward, worked

his way up my leg, to the inner part of my thigh, finding my pussy open to his

attack.



        I felt that I was losing my mind. My hips gyrated to each move of his

tongue. He licked my small hole, down as far as he could, then moved upward

once again. He darted his tongue to the entry of my virgin puss, gaining a

little. Then I came. I began to writhe on top of the table, being held only

by the cord. I felt the perspiration all over my body. Mark stopped, worried

that perhaps he had hurt me, but, seeing the expression on my face, he knew

all too well that I was thoroughly enjoying it.



        He moved from the table, then began to open his pants. I began to get

frightened once again, for I had never seen the private parts of any boy

before. In a moment, he stood naked from the waist down. He moved to where my

head was, brushed the hair that was sticking to my cheek away, then placed his

dick close to my mouth.



        "Open." he said.



        Obiediently, I opened my mouth. There was a clear fluid coming from the

head, which tasted salty, but, not too unpleasant.



        "Suck on it." he commanded.



        I closed my lips around the head of his cock. He pushed foward, slip-

ping his shaft into my mouth. I sucked hard, but, was careful not to bite him.

Several times he thrust himself deeply, almost choking me. He continued to

move in an in and out motion. I felt him getting harder, his dick throbbing in

my mouth. He moved his hand to my breast, massaging it gently. I continued to

suck.



        When he came, it was a surprise. I felt the hot sticky liquid shoot to

the back of my throat. I felt myself gagging, but fought desperately not to

let it show. I was exhausted, feeling my arms and legs aching. Mark pulled his

now limp cock from my mouth. I laid back on the table, no longer struggling at

the cords.



        Mark moved quickly, cutting the cords from my wrists and ankles, then

cutting what was left off of the table legs. He took the cord and what remained

of my clothing and placed it into a trash bag. He moved to the side of the

table and picked me up, carrying my limp, exhausted body to my room. He laid

me on my bed, then left the room for a moment. When he returned, he had his

clothes in his hand, as well as the K-Y Jelly from the bathroom.



        He climbed onto the bed with me. I had enough, but, was too weak to

fight him off. He slid himself between my legs, then laid on top of me. I

could feel the head of his cock pressed against my virgin pussy. He slowly

pushed. His hand was aligning him, but, I was still too tight for him. I

spread my legs as far apart as I could, but still, no luck.



        Mark then laid on his side, laying my legs across him. He took the

K-Y Jelly and spread it over the once again throbbing head of his cock. He

took what remained on his finger and slid it to my hairless cunny. His finger,

with the added lubrication began to slip into my tight hole. He coated the

inside of my pussy with the Jelly, then moved himself into position. As his

cock pressed to my cunny hole, I could feel the head slowly going into me. It

was a little painful, but, I lay there, motionless. He pushed again, I could

feel the small head of his dick inside me now. Instad of pulling out, Mark

continued pushing foward, going deeper inside of me. He reached my hymen, and

with a thrust, took my virginity. I cried out in pain, but, Mark was too wrap-

ped up in the whole thing to pay any attention.



        He cupped his hand over my mouth to stop any more of my crying. He

began to thrust deeper, moving rythmically. Soon, it began to feel good. I

could feel the burning once again deep inside of me. My hips began to follow

Mark's rythmn, to the point that at each thrust, he was buried inside of me.

I came first, jerking around the bed as though I were in a spasm. Mark's

hand moved to my breast again, pinching at my nipple. The pain was causing me

to move into still another orgasm. I arched my legs up. Mark pulled out only

for a moment, then positioned himself between my legs, lying on top of me. He

took my legs and pushed them upward, till my knees were almost touching my

shoulders. He went inside me again, pushing hard. He continued onward, till I

could feel his dick spasming inside of me, which made me come once again. When

he was through, he fell lifeless on top of me, both of us being exhausted. We

finally got up the strength to get up and dress, clearing up the house just

in time for my parents arrival.



        It was a "unique" afternoon for Mark and I. Which led to many other

afternoon games.......



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