Smut Marathon 2013 – Round 5

smutmarathonThree people had to leave the Smut Marathon at the end of the fourth round. This came as a surprise to me, because I thought only one person would have to leave at the end of each round, but somehow I also seem to remember reading something different. I just could not find it.

Anyhow… on to round 5.

Our assignment for this round was:

Here is the assignment that (many of) you have been waiting for. I want a story. Yes, an honest-to-goodness story. With a twist, of course. The story can be no more than 500 words max.
On what theme, you ask? Surprise me. Delight me. Make me go all quivery.

I was quite quick to write my story, much quicker than I was with the last two assignments. This was my submission for the fifth round:

Jump shots

Rope – looped through the rings on the cuffs around her wrists and ankles – was tied to the four feet of the pool table. Rose was on the table. On her back. Blindfolded. Gagged. Naked.

Rose had no idea how David had managed to get them into the empty club or what he had planned. She strained her ears when the door opened. There were scuffling sounds and whispers, but she could not make out the words. Rose wondered whether David was talking to himself and she started to speak, only to remember the gag in her mouth. Drool ran from the corner of her mouth towards her ear. She shivered. Being this vulnerable frightened her. It excited her. Fluids pooled between her legs, ready to escape from her body.

Rose’s world was limited to her senses. A rustling of clothes. David’s scent. His hand touched her breast. She smiled. David’s hand calmed her. David put his other hand on her inner thigh. Rose moaned approvingly. Seconds later she squirmed and fought against the restraints. A third hand now rested on her other breast. David had not been talking to himself! Someone else was in the room.

“Stay still!” David commanded.
Rose moaned and tried to stay still. She wanted this as much as she feared it. Hands touched her feet. How many people were watching her, nakedly displayed on the table? Hands grabbed her ankles, pulled her legs straight. With the ropes tightly holding her wrists in place, Rose could now barely move.

Three cold, round objects were pushed into Rose’s pussy. Two entirely, one only halfway.
“Okay guys,” David said, “that white ball is your target. You know what you have to do!”

David looked at the beautiful woman on the pool table, trusting him with her body. Her wetness glistened on the white ball he had placed between her labia. The men were ready to practice jump shots, attempting to hit the white ball and push it entirely into her. Each time they succeeded, they were allowed to bring her to orgasm.

She heard the sound as a cue hit a ball and moaned when balls started hitting her labia as they missed their target. The fifth ball hit the cue ball and pushed it into her. It bumped against the two weighted balls buried inside her. Pleasant sensations ran through her loins. A hand on her clitoris surprised her, but as David whispered ‘good girl’ in her ear, Rose relaxed and surrendered to her first orgasm. The spasms of her inner muscles pushed the cue ball out.

Rose lost track of time, as the men repeatedly shot balls at her. She drifted on a cloud of pain and happiness. She longed for the hurtful thuds of balls against her tender flesh. She craved the continuous pinching of her hard nipples. She hungered for the strange hands bringing her to her next climax. Feeling helpless and strong, she surrendered to her lust.

The above story is the one that was supposed to go on there, but accidentally my story of the previous round was placed. Strangely enough this even got quite some votes, so Alison suggested to just leave it up. I agreed to that.

Voting started on 27 August and ended on 1 September at midnight. Results were announced on 2 September and I am happy to say that I am through to the next round! Thanks again for all who has voted!

On to the next challenge…

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