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Date Rape and the Mensa Morning After by ADS
Date Rape and the Mensa Morning After
My name is April Paula Clinton. That is extremely important since that is me. What happened to me revealed much about me and, of course, one significant other. Normally nothing unexpected ever transpires in the logistics of my day and night. That is proper and reasonable since I am responsible and intelligent. When reality kicks me I tend to be pissed off.
I awoke in utter stygian darkness with a complex mix of interesting yet disturbing physical sensations. My mind was a curious blank as to where I was and why with a bit of a hangover to boot. From that I deduced that I had been drinking either a little bit too much or someone had slipped a mickey into me. Vaguely I recalled that I had been out to dinner at Ricardo's, dancing at Mother's and on a date with Phil, a first date for the two of us.
Rashly I assumed that it was Phil Madjeski banging at me between my legs. After all it could have been a bum, crook, average street rapist artist, teenage hoodlum or lust crazed relative.
Normally I do not put out on a first date so I was perturbed at his stubborn insistence. I guess Phil did not prefer that type of negative answer which explained why I was bound, gagged and spread. Knowing the danger of assumptions I planned to further study the situation under the analytical microscope of my mind's eye when I had time.
Speaking of that concept of time it appeared I had plenty available where I would be unable to do much else than being banged on my back. Ipso facto I studied what I could verify from memory, external noises and numerous agitated neurons.
I attempted to say something about the matter to Phil like a simple statement of "please stop fucking me, Phil. I am not that sort of girl". All that I could exert from my larynx was a muffled grunt and "hrmphh". In vague answer to my query he squeezed my right tit making me squeal and squirm rather ineffectively. It seemed amusing to Phil to manipulate my exterior organs so he fondled them some more.
I examined my present corporeal condition in elaborate detail:
1. I was gagged with something wet and chewy, possibly my pink lace panties. I wondered whether Phil had taken them off me. I guessed he did until better evidence surfaced.
2. The gag was tied down with something that had me involuntarily grimacing.
3. I was hooded and unable to see who fucked me. Under the bag it was sweaty and miserably hot and humid.
4. My wrists were crossed, handcuffed and behind my back.
5. Presently I reposed on my back wiggling uncomfortably much to the delight of my date raper.
6. My ankles had been crossed and tied to my wrists: a hogtie.
7. My knees could not tremble with anxiety and fear. A two and a half-foot stiff pole separated them, as did my date's own rigid, but shorter (Why did I mentally sigh?), rod.
8. My high-heels still appeared to be on. Phil must have liked them. Otherwise my clothing bunched up around my waist and elbows.
9. My ankles, furthermore, were solidly anchored to distant bedposts. Each solid male hump stretched me taut and rattled the furniture.
10. A hard prick had pierced my vaginal defense wall and pounded with determination at my uterus.
11. Personal responses were sluggish due to the bondage but stimulation and lubrication bordered on excellent to superb.
12. Though odd and different my enjoyment of this irregular coitus seemed adequate.
13. Hands on my ass cheeks guided me at the beginning but with me awake he concentrated more on my tits.
So there I was a fine upstanding young technical maiden of twenty-three. I had graduated Cum Laude as a degreed Civil Engineer from Case Institute. Obviously I possessed many fine abilities raising me above the median of the world's population if not into the cream itself. Still as many a female had found herself I was being humped helplessly on my back facing a night of servile sexual submission much to her dismay.
I wiggled a little attempting to study the results both of the alleged Phil and myself. Certainly my date (Or whoever, I mentally corrected myself.) had received his monies' worth for the evening as I gyrated in a severe elliptical pattern searching for a comfortable position to rest my hands. Finding none I wondered why I continued to move. Could it be that as I entertained him, he amused me? Quite astonishing if true. A different set of reality parameters dawned brightening the inner hood blackness.
Quite vulnerable and available as I had been made by a significant other, I decided to relax under him and utilize the ancient method of passive resistance as captives of war practiced in the First Dynasty and thereafter. Why add to his pleasure?
Phil (whoever) did not mind and continued to thrust into my belly. The only signs of change I experienced tended to be extra slaps on the behind and vigorous twists of my exposed nipples. Just asking for it I guess with my knees kept open with a pole and my tits out for scrutiny and instruction..
I anticipated the routine seminal emission for my date to occur momentarily. Having anticipated this contingency or variations of it I had swallowed a birth control pill at noon. Eventually I would be unbound but only after some frequent casual use and abuse. For the moment I could only grunt, groan and wiggle to my date's great pleasure and offhand amusement.
As I faithfully served I remembered the past evening in greater detail. I had been a bit tipsy after Mother's and Phil's hands had wandered with abandon under my dress. I playfully resisted until he pinned my arms behind my back with one hand while French kissing and grinding his crotch against mine. His free hand caressed a stiff tit nipple. I had kissed him and gyrated my hips back. Some of my reactions might have been construed as positive signals for a later fun bed bouncing I suppose.
Later at my apartment I had attempted to state a firm good night and tried to push Phil out the door at 3 AM. This led to a vigorous tussle leaving me with hands behind and tied. Sometime after that he had removed my panties and stuffed them into my open and loudly complaining mouth. Tossed over a shoulder I observed calmly my hastened approach to my bedroom door upside down and after the fact. I kicked rather frantically making a spectacle of myself. Phil patted my rump in meager reply. Well sometimes a girl has to put out. Without sex procreation would not occur and the human race would disappear. Of course tonight there would be no reproduction due to my careful forethought. My bound hands and spread aching thighs insured my appealing and continuing sexual access.
Phil secured me to my own bed including a pillowcase for my head as he remarked "Just in case you spit out your gag and try to bite." From his apt binding and this casual statement I realized Phil's intellect was relatively high. My own intellect suffered from inexperience and the need to fear and console male raving hormones. A stiff prick knew no morality. He climaxed swiftly this first time and faded into slumber on top of me. I nodded off too despite my harsh bindings and his dead weight on my stuffed belly listening to his powerful snoring.
Again I presumed it was morning as Phil banged and humped. The facts stuck together well but my covered face stopped any view to confirm even this simple fact. Still all of this energetic action commenced to make me think. What else could I do anyway where Phil had me? My body bounced and reacted without me.
Who would be tying my hands behind my spine next Saturday night? If I acquiesced some and showed dutiful docility, would Phil fuck my mouth? Could a small titted girl with a pretty face go far? Who would win the World Series? What could I offer for breakfast to a man who had raped me twice?
I observed with a reserved stupefaction how my ass humped back at Phil. When he sucked a nipple a spark of intense sensation flashed upwards into my skull.
A Mensa level intelligence did not gain a girl much fun these days. Stiff nipples and clitoris satisfied much better.
I groaned as we both came. Neither of us would sleep much this morning or probably the day and following evening. Phil squeezed my pert derriere in thanks and dozed with his head on my breast.
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