i was raped

by a bodybuilder women
i feel so dirty

I tried to resist, but I was very scared the women is very strong she overpowered me forcibly engulfing my erect cock into his
pussie, as well as fucking my ass with a strap-on i came 3 times so she tell me to shut up or she will tell my parents about how much times i came while being anal raped i feel so ashamed and dont know what to do.she says that i have to have sex with her where ever the fuck she wants im skinny and weak,help please i dont want to be raped again.

sounds hot

>>2
into his pussie
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>>4
im sorry im to scared to write correctly

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cool story, bro

>>8
cool story, bro
Back to the imageboards, please

The movie is a coming-of-age tale contemporaneously set in 1977 about 19-year-old Tony Manero (John Travolta), a skirt-chasing Italian American from (and possessing the heavy accent of) the New York City community of Bay Ridge in Brooklyn. Tony lives at home with his bickering and demeaning parents, and works at a dead-end job in a small hardware store. He lives paycheck to paycheck and often finds himself short on the weekends. But he rules the dance floor on Saturday nights with his frequent appearances at 2001 Odyssey, a local disco.

In the opening scene, Manero is seen strutting down 86th Street as "Stayin' Alive" plays and stopping for a bite at Lenny's Pizzeria. Tony has three close friends: Joey (Joseph Cali); Double J (Paul Pape); and the diminutive Bobby C. (Barry Miller), the only one of them who is still in high school. Bobby C. is part of the group because he is the only one with a car (a run-down 1964 Chevrolet Impala). An informal member of their group is Annette (Donna Pescow), a chubby neighborhood girl who has been Tony's partner in previous dance competitions and longs for a more permanent and physical relationship with him. They officially dated once, but Tony was unsatisfied by the date because Annette spoke only of her three married sisters.

Knowing Annette has the right moves to win an upcoming dance contest, Tony agrees to be her partner when she recruits him for the competition, much to Annette's delight. Her happiness is short-lived, however, when Tony dumps Annette after seeing Stephanie Mangano (Karen Lynn Gorney) dance at the disco and later at a neighborhood dance studio. Stephanie is a tall, attractive, talented dancer and Tony believes she can help him win the competition. Despite an initially frosty and undeservedly superior attitude toward Tony, and after much urging, Stephanie agrees to partner with him in the competition, but not otherwise.

Stephanie works as a secretary for a magazine publisher in Manhattan and is poised to move there, where she has more opportunities to work her way up. She even talks about meeting celebrities like Joe Namath and David Bowie at the offices of the magazine she works for. These discussions awaken Tony's desire to transcend his Bay Ridge, Brooklyn working-class roots, but do not overcome his reluctance to change. However, Stephanie ultimately reveals her own vulnerabilities to Tony., and that leaves its mark.

The release Tony obtains from his workaday existence through his weekend clubbing is examined through the prism of Tony's sometimes pathetic day-to-day existence, including his utterly failed relationship with his bickering parents and his lapsed relationship with Father Frank Jr., Tony's much older brother who became a Catholic priest and is clearly his parents' favorite for having been successful. Tony's mother dotes on Frank Jr., yet the particular moment of the story becomes transformative when Frank Jr. shatters his parents' dreams of what he refers to as "pious glory" by abandoning the priesthood. This may be partly because Frank Jr. no longer wishes to spend his life in celibacy, but mainly, as he obliquely explains to Tony, because he has doubts about his faith and is disillusioned with the Church. And so this film too focuses on transition at several levels.

The confidence Tony exudes because of dance also allows him to hide his demons from his friends and to be an authority figure to them. Bobby C., who looks up to Tony, asks him for advice for getting out of his relationship with his devoutly Catholic girlfriend, Pauline, who is pregnant with his child. Though Tony tells him to dump her, Bobby C. faces pressure from his family and others to marry her, which he clearly does not wish to do. After she refuses to get an abortion, Bobby asks Frank Jr. if Pope Paul VI would grant him dispensation for an abortion. Bobby's feelings of despair deepen when Frank tells him dispensation would be highly unlikely.

Double-J and Joey are Tony's more like-minded friends: macho, foul-mouthed, bigoted, chauvinistic, and with hair-trigger tempers. They engage in wild behavior including balancing themselves along the dangerous railing of the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge while in varying states of drunkenness. When another member of their clique is beaten up and put in a hospital, apparently by some Puerto Rican youths, Tony, Double-J, and Joey vow revenge and brawl with the Puerto Ricans in a bar frequented by the rival Barracuda gang, only finding out later that they may have targeted the wrong people.

On the evening of the dance competition at 2001 Odyssey, Tony and Stephanie complete their dance, and are wildly applauded. The last competitors, however, are a dazzling Puerto Rican couple. After seeing their spectacular performance, Tony knows that he and Stephanie have been outclassed. Nonetheless, Tony and Stephanie take the top prize, which Tony immediately dismisses (realizing they don't deserve it), claiming the contest was rigged in his favor because of his popularity at 2001. He grabs the trophy and prize money from Stephanie and presents them to the Puerto Rican couple (who took runner-up) instead, telling them they deserve it.

The apparent fix of the result seems to end Tony's concerted ability to hide his rage at his situation. Tony begins his rant by accusing his friends of being phonies who will not be honest with him. Dragging Stephanie with him, he makes a crude attempt to force himself on her in the car, an effort that ends when she fights him off and escapes. He then sullenly takes off with the gang, along with a drunk and high Annette, who Joey says is going to "give everybody a piece," evidently as retribution for Tony's refusal to be with her. Double-J and Joey both take turns with Annette, but Annette starts to cry and to struggle as she comes down from the drugs she had been given and comes to realize she did not want to have sex with them.

They pull the car off onto the shoulder at the Verranzano Narrows Bridge once more, but this time, Bobby C., who normally stays in the car, joins them, and is attempting more dangerous stunts than Tony, Double-J, and Joey had tried on the supporting structure of the bridge. Realizing that Bobby is recklessly acting out, Tony tries to coax him off the railing. But upset at his lonely life, his situation with Pauline, and a broken promise from Tony earlier that he would call him, the needy Bobby issues a tirade at Tony's lack of care before slipping and falling to his death in the Narrows more than one hundred feet below. The friends are shocked and grief-stricken. When a detective investigating the incident asks Tony if he thinks Bobby C. committed suicide, Tony responds obliquely, "There are ways of killin' yourself without killin' yourself."

After leaving his friends behind, a distraught Tony spends the rest of the night riding the subway. He finally shows up at Stephanie's apartment in Manhattan, apologizing for his bad behavior. He tells her that he plans on leaving Brooklyn and coming to Manhattan to escape from his family and friends, and what he considers to be a fake life. He also tells her that he wants to try to salvage their relationship by being friends first and see what develops from there. Recognizing Tony's honest wish to change, Stephanie takes his hand in hers, and then him into her arms in the final, struck-pose scene.

As with many coming-of-age tales, the crux of the story lies in the specific choices that are presented and made, but the eventuality and the nature of those critical choices are plainly foreshadowed by various plot devices.

Early on, as Tony and Stephanie feel each other out for partnering in the dance contest, their coffee-shop discussion turns to Stephanie's opportunity to see the 1968 Zefferelli film "Romeo and Juliet." This serves as a clue to the upcoming brawl between the Italian-American boys and the Puerto Ricans, an event that parallels the story line of the musical "West Side Story," a tale acknowledged by its authors to have been derived from "Romeo and Juliet" that substituted Italians and Puerto Ricans for Montagues and Capulets. The reference also foreshadows the eventual escape of the main characters from their unhappy lot: Romeo and Juliet (and their West Side counterparts, Tony and Maria), by means of death; Stephanie and Tony by means of U-Haul to Manhattan.

Later on, as Annette continues to push for Tony's physical affections, he is forced to confront her about her choices.

    Tony: "Are you a nice girl or are you a cunt?" Annette: "Can't I be both?" Tony: "No. It's a decision a girl's gotta make early in life, if she's gonna be a nice girl or a cunt."

But these self-same choices will come to Tony too, and soon. He must ultimately decide if he is to continue as a nasty, predatory, womanizer with no real future, or if he will settle into a more responsible, respectable, loving and fully realized creature, and thus be all grown up.

His choice seems to have been reached after that fateful subway ride, the phallic nature of trains in tunnels notwithstanding.

Even so, Tony's apparent election to live a life of conformity and obscurity and presumably mediocrity filled with middle class values presents a depressing, ambiguous finish. Eventually viewers were invited back in to Tony's life in the 1983 sequel Staying Alive.

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I was raped for years...but now I can't get off unless I get raped again...funny how that works.

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>>13
I'm into that too.

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>>14
POST MORE STROIES PLZ

>>15
"And so, you can see from your grades that you will not pass medieval history, nor graduate in June", said Ms. Taft, Bernard's instructor.

Bernard was distracted by his instructor's strawberry blond hair as it cascaded down and rested on the tops Ms. Taft's shoulders. Maybe it was her reddened face which seemed to blush easily; or maybe the reddish tint to her hair, but the way she looked and talked always intrigued him. She shot straight from hip and appeared to be a real pistol - he took it as a personal challenge to get to know her better.

As he looked into her eyes, which were framed by her high cheekbones and her long bangs that she curled up and over to her left side which broadcasted `I am an independent woman!', he knew why he didn't learn much about medieval history in the past quarter. From the first day in class, he knew there was something special about her.

"BERNARD", she said firmly, "did you just hear what I said?" Um, yeah... I mean. huh?.. ahhh. oh yes Ms. Taft as he snapped back to reality. "But what can I do to boost my grade?", he asked. She continued, "Well, I have a particular area of study I would like to expand, and it would require a very special person to work on it, but for that person, it could pay big rewards - perhaps a passing grade in this class. The corners of her mouth turned upward with a devilish smile and she raised her eyebrows as she looked him straight in the eye. This project would consist of an extra credit project that would help raise your grade and the more involved you get - the better it would be. You would have to put your whole-self into this project and maybe even a class presentation complete with audio-visual material would help significantly." Bernard dazed off again, and indicated he would think about it.

A couple of days later, he made another appointment to see Ms. Taft. When she opened the door, he was immediately distracted by her pure white, slightly starched blouse which was unbuttoned down far enough that he could get a glimpse of her bra. Ms. Taft noticed where his eyes were drawn to it and said, "Yes Bernard - they're 34 "B's"." Bernard was a shocked, he didn't know what to say. As he followed her back to her desk, his eyes fell to her swaying hips which were accentuated by her black leather mini skirt.

This caused an immediate reaction to his cock and he reached into his pocket to make an equipment adjustment. He tried to position his member so it had room to expand because his low cut briefs tended to make things uncomfortable when he got an erection. Ms Taft turned and offered him a seat and as she did he noticed her eyes were staring at the erection bulging in his jeans. Then she asked, "Yes Bernard, what can I help you with?"

As he sat down, he said he had thought about what she had said the other day, but didn't really know what kind of a presentation would be best and wanted her help in deciding a topic. He was hoping, if she suggested a subject (she wanted) it would help enhance his grade, and besides, it gave him another opportunity to see her again. He knew it would be awkward if he asked her out while she was teaching the class, but was hoping that once the class ended, and if he'd broken the ice, he could begin to date her.

>>16
She said that she had a particular interest in chastity belts - both the physical and psychological effects it had on both the men and women. She said, "This would require a lot of difficult research, but if done properly, should be fun and interesting." Bernard noticed her nipples were beginning to get erect and started fantasizing about what he & she could do. He pulled himself back to consciousness and said wasn't sure where to begin. Ms. Taft said, "If you are really serious about this project (chastity belts) I will help you, because I think you have a lot of potential." He could see she was leading him on and he wondered what her goal was, so he played her game. After a little reluctance, Bernard agreed to tackle the project because he felt that she seemed to have taken a personal interest in him.

She opened her desk drawer, took out a folder, and went over to the copy machine. After making about 10 copies, she came back and sat down. Here, these are some of the information I've collected, she said as she gave him the sheets. Bernard took a quick look. There were titles of books, magazines, and of course internet locations. Bernard felt confident with this information, he could prepare a class presentation that would raise his grade, but more importantly, really impress Ms. Taft.

After he got back to his room, he powered on his PC and started to browse some of the web site names on the sheet of paper. There were the usual things he expected to find, "chastitybelt", "lockmeup", "Access Denied", but s he went down the list, one particular name caught his eye. Although many web site names are an abomination of some name and sometimes you can't figure out what the name has to do with the topic, nonetheless, the site with the name of "Altairboy" made him especially curious.

His first thought was of his catholic upbringing and the altar boys or altar servers used during mass. He recalled being taught in parochial school about how to respect your body, and that when he was younger he was naieve enough to go to confession and tell the priest how many times he masturbated that month because it was a sin to jerk off. So what does Altairboy have to do with Chastity belts he wondered.

Then Ms Taft and her full bosom flashed into his subconscious and got him fully aroused so he decided he would have to take a break in the bathroom. He lifted up his mattress and searched for some reading material. He selected the latest copy of Penthouse and went to library for some `hands on' research.

A while later, he resumed his on-line research and entered Altairboy's website. There, he was surprised to learn that not only was there history of these devices, but that they actually exist today! After following several of the links there, he saw there are several stores in the New York City area that retailed chastity belts. Since he was only a couple of hours away, he decided he would do some in personal research there this weekend.

>>17
Bernard packed his notebook with several printouts from the web sites and got into his car. As he drove to his first stop he was thinking what would he say. Should I tell them I'm doing a research project? What kind of people wear these things. There must be enough sales of these to support a business, or else they wouldn't have a retail site. I wonder if they would loan me a sample to bring back to the class?

During the trip, he had intermittent thoughts of Ms. Taft which caused his member to swell. Finally he could stand it no more, he pulled off at the next exit, went into the men's room and jerked off. When he was done he got back into the car and continued his trip. He got to thinking, I know men masturbate, but do they do it as often as I do? He recalled reading several of the stories that indicated just that - men and women wore chastitybelts because their SO thought they masturbated excessively, but wondered what was the definition of excessive.

Finally he arrived at his destination. He parked the car and walked into the store. There were lots of toys and sexual playthings. Although he often wanted to go to a store like this, he could never get up the courage. He was nervous as browsed around, finally someone asked, "May I help you find something?"

He was about to speak when cottonmouth overtook him and he couldn't get any words out except for a hoarse whisper. Bernard cleared his throat and said, "I would like to talk to someone about chastity belts". "Sure, just a minute", said the clerk as she went to back of the store and went through a door.

A couple of seconds later, a man came out and introduced himself as John and said, "I understand you want a CB?" CB?, CB?, Bernard thought for a half of a second - a citizens band radio?, "Oh yes, a chastity belt", he replied, "I'm doing a research paper, but ah, I don't want it for myself, I mean, I'm trying to find out more about these, ah, things."

John said, "Relax my friend, I can tell you are extremely nervous. We call them chastity belts, or CB for short." "How do they work?" asked Bernard. "Um, uh, well maybe I should tell you why I'm here", he interrupted before John could say anything.

They talked for about 20 minutes and during that time John explained there are both male & female models. While they were used guard a man's property in the medieval era, they are mostly used today either as sex toys or as a way of controlling masturbation, however some women are wearing them to protect themselves from being raped. Bernard indicated he became fascinated after seeing pictures of them on the web and that he was doing a research project.

Finally Bernard asked if he could borrow two for a class presentation - one male & one female model. He mentioned his grade situation and during that, Ms. Taft's name slipped out. John raised his eyebrows and said this was highly unusual, but in the interest of education he would loan them out, but only if Bernard paid a full deposit for them and upon their return, he would get a complete refund. When he found out the total was almost $1000, he said, "I don't have that kind of money!" John asked, "How about a Visa or Master Card?" Bernard took out his Visa, and charged the full amount. John said, "Remember bring these back in the same brand-new condition by next weekend, and I'll tear up the charge slip."

>>18
On the way back to school, Bernard wondered what it would be like to wear a CB and to have his member surrounded by a steel tube and to be unable to jerk off whenever he wanted to. To be locked up and have someone else control his destiny. Soon his fantasy got the best of him and when he saw a rest area 1 mile ahead he went into the men's room, locked the stall door and began to stroke his member. In a couple of minutes he was finished and as he resumed his return drive towards campus, he concluded he really likes to wank and perhaps he needs some form of control - maybe it would be fun to wear a chastity belt, but who would hold the key for him?

When he got back to campus, he immediately starting working on his presentation. He found himself to be thoroughly immersed in this project - it was extremely interesting. He went to the library for the few books that mentioned CB's, but there seem to be a lot more modern day (i.e. the web) material to review.

He worked relentlessly over the weekend and by Monday, he though he had pretty good product. After class, he went up to Ms. Taft and told her that he was nearly done with that special project she asked him to work on and asked when he could make his class presentation. She said probably Wednesday or Thursday would work.

In the interim Bernard practiced his speech, until he felt he had a very polished presentation and it was around 18 minutes - just a little less than the 20 minutes Ms. Taft had allowed him.

On the day it was to occur, Ms Taft introduced him at the very beginning that we had a special speaker. Bernard got up, and was a little nervous, but started his speech by saying, "Today we are going to see medieval history come to life, today we are going to see how chastity belts were used to protect personal property. He continued on and used the whole class period between his presentation & and questions & answers that followed. At the end, Ms Taft said, "Bernard, see me after class."

He was somewhat concerned, but was hoping even that even though it was only supposed to be a 20 minute presentation, she wasn't going to `dock him' because of the intense Q&A afterward. He went up to her and said, "Yes Ms Taft, what is it?" "Com'on, lets walk & talk - do you have time?" Bernard thought, YES!!, finally.

"Bernard, you have done an excellent job researching this material and your visuals were absolutely perfect, but I would like to take this one step further. You may not know but I am working now on my Ph.D. and I was wondering if you could help me.", said Ms Taft. Bernard nodded his head and indicated he would like to help her because he hoped it would to elevate their relationship to a personal level and that he would have a continuing reason to see her. "I've been aware that you have taken a personal interest in me, but felt we couldn't begin to see each other until our student - instructor relationship was near an end and now, we are nearly there. Well, the truth be told, I like you too." said Ms Taft. Bernard could feel an erection bulging out of control in his jeans and reached down to adjust himself.

>>19
"Bernard? have you ever wondered what it would be like to wear a chastity belt?", ask Ms Taft. "Well, as a matter of fact, I did", he acknowledged. "I did too", said Ms Taft, "but not so much on me as on someone else, someone else I could observe - clinically of course", she added. "I know this is rather forward of me, but I would like to volunteer to be one of your subjects", said Bernard. "Oh Bernard, thank you. Do you know how difficult it would be to find volunteers for a study like this?" Bernard acknowledged that he really didn't know, but would expect it would be hard to find people, I mean, how could you advertise? They continued their discussion, and finally resolved that Bernard should be personally fitted by one of the makers. They went back to her office and she showed him a draft of the objectives of the study. She had him sign it and then she said, "Since we are going to be lab partners for a while, we might as well be on a first name basis, you can call me Patty Sue from now on." Bernard stated he preferred to be called Bernard.

Chapter IV

That weekend, they drove down to Access Denied to return the chastity belts Bernard had borrowed. As promised, John tore up the charge slip. Then he asked how everything went. Bernard recapped the week's events and said he wanted to be measured for a CB. At this point Ms Taft interrupted and asked how long will it take for it to be completed. John told her about 4 weeks. At this, she expressed disappointment. John said for an extra $200, we can complete it this afternoon. Ms Taft, "Oh, that would be wonderful, I was so looking to starting my work as soon as possible." She opened her purse and took out a bunch crisp $100 bills and gave them to John and said, "lets get started!".

Several hours later, John came out with the shiny new chastity belt and some keys. "I assume you get these" as he handed the keys to Ms Taft. "Sure do", she promptly replied. "Well, lets see how this fits, shall we?" she continued.

The threesome walked back to the room where Bernard was measured. Ms Taft sat down. Bernard looked over at her quizzically. She said, "go ahead and put it on; since I will be monitoring you, this will not be the only time I will be seeing your loins and besides it not the first time I've seen a male specimen before." Bernard felt somewhat sheepish as he dropped his pants. John told him to put the waist band on first, then put his cock into the tube, finally bring up the front shield and secure it to waist band.

Ms Taft, was holding the locks and keys and handed the lock to Bernard. John said to put the first lock on the waist band to secure everything and he would check the fit. John checked the fit around the waist band, the loin plate and the chains and pronounced Bernard to be in good shape.

John asked, "Patty, what do you think?" Patty got up and traced the front shield with her slender fingers, trying to find an opening. Then she found a spot and said, "John look here - I can get my finger in here, I think we need to make an adjustment". John marked the spot and they removed the belt. "Just stay here, I'll be right back", said John. Several minutes later the belt was reinstalled. This time there was no spot where Patty could get in.

"Patty, what do you think of my new design?", asked John. "I like the mounded look. It fits the body contour and allows no place for wandering fingers to penetrate", said Patty. John added, "Our old style was just frontal groin plate which could be used for both male & female shapes, but because of the penis tube, the male frontal flat shield was never flush against the body. So now with the rounded shape, the front shield is held tightly against the body on the edges and rises up in the center to accommodate the tube inside. This way no fingers can get in there. Additionally, we are making it out thicker gauge steel since flexibility is no longer an issue."

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All of this activity caused Bernard's member to engorge and start to back out of the top of the tube. Ms. Taft noticed that something was going on and unlocked Bernard to see if everything was OK. "Ah hah, just as I thought, you don't have this tube in a high enough hole." John said you will have to get flacid again, but Bernard was so turned he didn't think he could, so Ms Taft said to John, you know what to do", and John left the room. A few moments later he returned with an ice pack. Placing the cool bag on his genitals, he began shrivel up immediately. Bernard was a little concerned by this activity, like maybe Ms Taft has done this before.

She pulled the tube off his cock, put some of the lube that John had returned with inside the tube and on Bernard cock. At her touch, he began to swell again and she remarked, "you will be an excellent subject, you are so quick to react." She reapplied the ice pack, then tied what appeared to be a shoelace around Bernard's cock using a half hitch. Feeding the laces through the tube, she then pulled his cock all the way through the tube. Finally she inserted the tube in the groin plate in the second hole from the top. "Ahgggh." "Oh? is that too high?", Ms Taft asked. "It's a little tight, but I think I'll get used to it.

Then as before, she inserted he fingers behind the shield to check the security of the belt. This time, satisfied, that Bernard was securely locked into the CB, she indicated it was time to leave.

Chapter V

Bernard walked out of the shop, but as he did, he made a groaning sound. "Now what?", asked Ms Taft. "Oh, I think a couple of my butt hairs got caught in the chains and when I walked, I must have pulled them out." "We can take care of that when we get back", replied Ms. Taft.

They rode back to campus nearly silent and she dropped him off at the house he shared with 4 other roommates. "I'm going to be gone for a couple of days - do you think you're going to be ok?" she asked. "I've some adjustments to make in my life style, but I think so.", he said. "I'll give you a call, when I get back into town", she said and sped off.

* * * Rrrriiiinnngggg. HEY BERNARD! THE PHONE'S FOR YOU - SOME CHICK, a roommate hollered out. "Bernard?, I just got back - you still ok?", asked the voice. Bernard indicated he was fine, but wanted to know when he was going to be able to see her. "Hmmm, uh huh, Dinner? Sure!" and then he hung up.

Bernard was ecstatic; she was making him dinner tomorrow night.

* * * Bernard stopped to pick up a bottle of wine and arrived at her house promptly at 6pm. She answered the door with tight knit white sweater and her black leather skirt. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She invited him in and he gave her the bottle and she went to put it on ice. Go and sit down in there and make yourself comfortable as she walked into the kitchen.

"So tell me, how has it been - any problems?" Patty Sue asked, "Com'on, you can be honest with me, we need to have an open relationship." With that they both chuckled when they realized the play on words. "Other than getting used to sitting down to pee, not being able to masturbate when I want to and waking up in the middle of the night with several hard-ons; nope, everything is just fine.", he said. Good, this is exactly what I wanted to hear, you are taking to wearing a chastity belt like a duck to water. "Oh, but there is one thing", he interrupted, "the occasional pulling of butt hairs." "Well, I suspected that, and we can solve that, but lets have dinner first", she said.

They got up, went out to the kitchen table where she served the meal and then they capped it off with a glass of champagne. After the dinner, she said, "Lets go upstairs". "Already?" asked Bernard curiously. "Sure lets get rid of the butt hair problem you have.

They went up stairs, and into the bedroom where she had Bernard strip to the belt and inspected him. "Hmmm, 3 days and no adverse effects.this is good. But I suppose if we are going to correct this butt hair problem you have we are going to have to remove your CB." Bernard only grinned. She produced a key and unlocked the chastity belt. "First I will cuff your hands behind your then you can go stand in the tub while I get some shaving cream." She came back and lathered up Bernard's backside and then his groin. She said, "as long as we're going to do your backside, we might as well do the front too."

Gently, she shaved Bernard until there wasn't a hair to be found from his waist to the tops of his thighs. Bernard found this process to entirely erotic and several times she told him make his cock to behave. Bernard said that it has a mind of his own and that the only way he could stop getting an erection was to jerk off - something he used to do every 4 hours.

"Four hours?" "Yup, every 4 hours" "And now that it's been 3 days, how do you feel?" "Really horny. How about if we go back to your bed and take a little nap, that dinner has made me sleepy.", he said feigning a yawn.

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"Well, OK, just a short one", she said, "follow me" Bernard was overjoyed, he couldn't believe it, he thought once they get there he would proceed to turn her on and then would get what he has been after all these months. But when they got back to bed, she held up the CB and asked, "are we forgetting something?" "B, B, but, what about." She then reminded him that he volunteered for an experiment to see what it would be like when a man wants sexual relief, but doesn't get it. Reluctantly, he put the CB back on, and then click, click the two locks snapped shut.

The two of them snuggled close to each other like two spoons and took a short rest.

Patty Sue awoke before him and started to caress him beginning with his chest. She rubbed her hands over his nipples and squeezing them gently a couple times, and soon Bernard was fully awake.

She worked her way down his torso, until she came to the waist band. Bernard was groaning and started to reach for her breasts, but she said, "Lie still, I need to conduct an examination." She could feel the shield was getting warm, probably from the surge of blood trying to enlarge his penis.

She opened the palm of her hand, covered the lock and the approximate area where the cock tube would be. "Hmmm.. this is getting warm, something must be happening under here", she said. "Please, oh please Patty Sue?" "OK, I'll check the lock to make sure you can't get out", and then she tugged on the lock, "Nope, this isn't loose, it's not coming off, you`ll be okay", she continued.

"Th.. that's not what I meant", pleaded Bernard. "You haven't been confined long enough yet, remember our agreement? You agreed to first serve a 5 day sentence as that will begin your training for the longer periods you must abstain. Besides I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable and we had to correct that nasty hair problem you had." "Yes, I know, but I thought, you might." "No Bernard, in the interest of clinical research, when you conduct an experiment you must follow the outline, or the experiment will be of no value. In fact, I think its time you go now, I'll call you in a couple of days."

Chapter VI

On the fifth day, Bernard had a final and when he returned, he asked his roommates if anyone called. They listed all the phone calls, but none were for him. He called Patty Sue, but only got her answering machine.

Bernard was forlorn. One his roommates suggested that women are all the same and that if he was sexually tense that he go `down the hall'. Of course, they didn't know he had been locked up in a chastity belt for 5 days. That always solves my problems chimed in another.

Bernard went to his room. He dropped his pants and felt the metallic belt surrounding his loins. He tugged and pulled but there was no way he going to get that belt over his hips. He tried to get his fingers in behind the shield, but could only get part way in - not enough to touch his bulging cock. He was definitely locked up and frustrated.

A couple hours later the phone rang and it was Patty Sue. She wanted to know if he could come over in an hour. He enthusiastically agreed.

At 3PM sharp, he knocked on her door. "Oh, I am so glad you could make on such short notice", said Patty Sue, "come in, come in." "What's the matter?" she asked. "Well.. I uh"; "Yes, Bernard"; "You didn't escape - DID YOU?", Patty Sue bellowed. "No, but to be blunt, I really need to jack off", he continued. "Of course you do, and we are going to get you some relief", she said. A smile came across Bernard's face, but then she told him that first they must follow the outline which involved the inspection and then to answer some questions. Because after all, this study was designed to measure the effects of sexual tension and how various forms of relief impacted that tension.

>>22
All the while Bernard's bulging cock desperately wanted to get out of that metal tube. Patty Sue reminded him she was in charge of his cock until this study ended and that all though it was still attached to his body, it was HER cock to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She had a sly grin on her face as she said this because she loved that feeling of power.

Finally, she indicated that she had prepared a special area for him and to follow her. When they got into the room, there was a thin mattress on the floor, and there were six rings near the corner in the floor. Attached to these rings were what looked like 5 long belts and cuff-like devices - one for each limb and one to go around his waist. She reminded him that during the experiment the agreed upon terms was that he was not allowed to touch himself and that she would take care of all of his requirements. Since she wanted to ensure a successful experiment, so she said from now on she would secure him whenever his CB was removed.

Bernard, reluctantly agreed and laid down. Patty Sue, buckled a cuff on each limb, and then stretched him tight, much like a torture rack. "Do you have to have it so tight?", he asked. "It for your own protection, I don't want you to thrash around. Lastly she secured a belt around his waist which held him tight to the floor.

"First before you get relief, I will perform an examination", she said.."

Instead of her unlocking the chastity belt, she crawled in between his spread-eagle legs, kneeled and bent over and kissed the lock on his penis tube. "Oh thank for volunteering for this study, this will be such interesting and fruitful work. I never imagined I would find a man who would help me achieve my goal."

Starting where the loin plate attaches to the waist band, she followed the edging on both sides, using her pointer finger from each hand. With her other fingers spread out, she felt his baby-soft skin and remarked how smooth he felt since he didn't have of that nasty hair there anymore. Every half inch or so she tried to force her finger under the front shield.

She said, "This fits absolutely perfect, you are snug and its seems escape is impossible from this tube; John did an excellent job fitting this belt to your profile. Be honest with me Bernard, can you escape?" Bernard only groaned. Patty Sue took that as `No'.

"How does it feel to be under a woman's control?, to be teased? to not be allowed to touch yourself?", she asked. Bernard was breathing a little heavier now and said, "whatever you want Patty Sue, but do you think I can relieve myself now?" "Oh no Bernard, you can not do that, only I can do that. Your cock is my property until the study is complete. I will milk you at the specified intervals." Milk me?", he asked quizzically. "Oh sure, I know you must be desperate for relief, and I am a compassionate woman. I will allow you to cum but I must know the quantity & quality of your output for the experiment, so therefore I will milk you."

She continued tracing the edging until she got to where his ball sac would be. She lightly `scratched' at the spot and asked, "of course you can't feel that can you?" "Uhhh.no", Bernard confessed. "Is this good enough to make you cum?", she asked. "I don't think so, I'm more a shaft stimulated guy", he said. "I know some guys who can cum by me fondling their balls, or by playing with their nipples for a while." "Oh please Patty Sue, can I jack off now?", he pleaded.

"No Bernard, you may not. I wanted to raise you to a specific frustration level before I let you out, because I want to make sure when you are milked, we get it all. The next period is longer - you know." "Yes I remember the terms", he said.

She checked his bonds and he said he was feeling he was both comfortable but secure, so she went over to the wall safe, where she dialed in the combination, opened it and produced the keys. She unlocked the locks - click, click and then loosened the waistband. Finally she pulled the loin plate down, and saw cock in the tube trying to expand, but it was contained and she smiled. She opened, but did not remove the waist band.

Leaving the cock tube still on, she inspected him. "You have been doing a good job of keeping this area clean despite the tightness of the belt and I see no irritation along the waist or between legs." She grabbed the cock tube. "This is one heavy duty tube, it would take one strong cock to break out of here." As she did this, his member began to throb again. She tugged on the tube and because of the swelling, she couldn't get it off. "You do want some relief, don't you?", she asked. "Oh yes!", he replied. "Well then make him get small", she ordered. No matter what he did, Bernard's cock continued to pulse. "Should I get an ice pack", she queried.

>>23
Reluctantly he agreed. Several minutes later she returned with the ice and placed on Bernard's groin. Slowly he returned to normal and Patty Sue removed the metal tube. Then she brought over a warm washcloth and cleaned him up.

As she did this, he began to get another hard-on. "Oh, this is good", she exclaimed. She produced a rubber condom and unrolled it. Down his shaft it went; slowly; several times she had to start at top to unroll the condom and each time her hand slid over the accentuation beads. It seemed like a painstakingly slow process until she reached the base of his penis, but it felt so good to get a complete erection, he didn't complain.

Now that his balls were completely exposed she fondled them, squeezing them gently, caressing them. Even though she knew it didn't make a difference, she said, "my, my, it feels like you have quite a load in there for me". Moving her whole hand back to his throbbing cock, up and down her loose hand went, the sensations were driving him wild. Over his head, tighter just behind the glans, then looser again as she approached the base again. Tighter, looser, faster and slower, Bernard squirmed, and got close but couldn't seem to cum. Then she stopped and just used her finger nails and lightly scratched his throbbing cock and balls.

"Please, oh please Patty Sue, Please don't stop", pleaded Bernard.

"Perhaps you haven't been in the belt long enough?" she questioned. Bernard petitioned for her to continue and he would try to allow himself to cum, but it was no good. He was just not used to this form of excitement. He begged her to loosen one of his hands, but she reminded him that for the length of study, he was not allowed to touch his cock.

Finally Patty Sue said, "It looks like we are coming up empty handed and you will have to wait for your next interval". Remorsefully, Bernard agreed while Patty Sue removed the rubber and reinstalled the belt. As she walked over to the safe, she said, "I'll be back in a minute, I must make sure these are safely tucked away before you are loosened.

Upon her return, she removed the bonds that held Bernard and went to her log where she started writing down notes, and said, "Bernard, you'll have to go now - I have to put all of my thoughts together - can you find your way out?" "Yup, but when can we try again?", he asked. "On the next scheduled date, I'll call you to make an appointment", she said.

During the next ten days, the phone rang several times, but it was never Patty Sue. Most of his roommates had all gone to Cancun for spring break and wanted him to come along. They talked of the babes, the thongs, the drinking and all the fun they were going to have. He knew, he could never even go bare chested, let alone put on a swimsuit as the belt rode on his waistline and would be at least partially visible, so he stayed on campus.

Finally by the eleventh day he had left several messages on her answering machine, but since she had not called back, he went over to her house. It was all dark. Then he saw one of her neighbors. After making some small talk, he found out she went to Cancun for spring break. Bernard thought how could she? They agreed to an inspection and a doubling of every period for a maximum of 5 periods and it was past the 10th day.

>>24
A couple of days later, the phone rang and Bernard picked it up. "Hi, this is Patty Sue, can you come over?" "When?" "Now would be fine if you can make it." Bernard, put on a jacket and bounced down the stairs. He was convinced he could cum now if Patty Sue would milk him, after all it was now 13 days he has spent in this chastity belt.

When he arrived, she said she was going to have make this quick as she was going out tonight. She was had on a black dress with a series of straps criss-crossing her upper bosum. Her newly tanned skin was a beautiful bronze and he wondered where her tan lines where. "Lets go to the examination room", said Patty Sue as she started walking up the stairs.

He stripped down to his CB and she attached the restraints. As before, she laid her hand of the front groin shield and felt his throbbing cock. "It's too bad you get can't take him out to play, because he really seems like he wants to. Are you sure you can't get out?", she asked. He replied that he had tried again, but had been unsuccessful. Here let me see if I can get in there. After several minutes of wiggling, Patty Sue was able to get her fingers partially under the shield. "Oh, this is as far as I can get" she said, as her finger barely rubbed the top of cock, at the root right before it goes into the tube. "Remember now, he is my cock and I decide when he comes out to play."

"Oh my gosh, look at the time, I'm going to be late, I'll have to hurry up", she said. Testing the bonds she wanted to make sure he was comfortable, yet secure, she went to the wall safe and retrieved the keys to his belt. She removed both locks, pealed back the groin plate and then the waist band.

She noticed that his cock was dripping pre-cum and that the inside of his groin shield was wet and slippery. "I'll have to clean you and your belt up a little before I reinstall your belt", she said. "Reinstall it!", he exclaimed. "Well of course, it is not time yet for the scheduled release", she said. "Huh, I don't understand, it's been over 10 days". "What is so special about 10 days?", asked Patty Sue. Bernard explained the way he interpreted the study he had agreed to with the doubling of each period.

"Do you remember when I had you sign the lab experiment release form, it had the details of how this experiment was going to be conducted?", she asked. "Well, kinda... sort of... well maybe not really - I think it was five days and then each time period was doubled after that - you know - 5 days, then 10, then 20, etc for 5 intervals", said Bernard.

"That's close Bernard, but was to next power, not doubled", she said. "Huh?", he questioned. "OK, let me spell it out for you. Five to the first power is 5 days; the next interval is 5 to the second power which is 25 days; the one after that is 125 days, then 625 and the last interval will be at 3,125 days, but that I said I would check you approximately every 5 days to make sure there are not adverse health problems", said Patty Sue.

Bernard did some quick math; "625 days is almost 2 years and uh, uh.". "Yes, and then next interval is eight and one half years after that. Yes Bernard this experiment will last for about 10 years", Patty Sue added.

Bernard had a look of shock on his face. "Ten years..I will be wearing this contraption for 10 years? And I have to go 2 years before I can jerk off - errr, be milked?", he shouted. "No Bernard, your last interval will be over 8 years, then you are free to go", Ms Taft said.

"B. .but, but what if I find a girl friend and or want to married", he asked. "Well Bernard, I guess you should have thought of that before this. You will not be allowed any excuses. I guess you'll have to explain to her why you are celibate, or maybe you should consider becoming a priest" and she chuckled. "And besides its not like you're locked up the rest of your life. Maybe if you find someone special you could convince her to participate in this study too?", she continued.

By now, she had cleaned him up and closed the chastity belt and locked all the locks. As she loosened the restraints she said, "Well Bernard, I really have to go now, I'll call you in 5 days or so for your next cleaning, come on, I'll walk you out."

>>25
Several cleaning periods had elapsed and finally it was the 25th day. Patty Sue had called the day before and told Bernard to come over at 5PM. Bernard remembered the last time that he got close, but could never cum, and was determined to get relief, because the next period was going to be 625 days, and he felt that Patty Sue would stick to her guns and definitely not let him cum before then.

Patty Sue opened the door. She was wearing tight jeans and loose sweatshirt. The seam in the front of her jeans split her vulva slightly making her look all that more `delicious'. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She had an inviting smile that made her look cute but mischievous. "How is our cock today - ready to be milked?", she asked.

"Oh yes, I can't wait for you to work your magic", Bernard replied, and he started to go up the stairs. "Wait", she said, "we need to go shopping first." "Shopping?", queried Bernard. Patty Sue said she wanted to make sure Bernard would cum today, so we are going to shopping for something provocative because the next interval was almost 2 years away. Actually she really wanted to tease Bernard because she enjoyed this power she had. They got into Patty Sue's black pickup, and drove to one of the toy stores.

When they walked in, the saw skimpy briefs for him, crotchless panties for her, but she went back to the leather area where there was a variety of things to wear. After holding up various pieces, they finally decided upon a simple leather thong and bustier. As they were walking up to the counter with their selections, Bernard's eye fell upon a 10" strap on. "Hey, how about this?, big enough for you", he chuckled. "Maybe, lets get that too", Patty Sue said. Bernard gasped as he brought it up to the counter where they paid for the purchases and went back to Patty Sue's townhome.

Once inside, they both went straight upstairs without saying a word. Patty Sue went into the bathroom with their bag of goodies and left Bernard standing in the bedroom. As looked around, he a tall slender cage that looked like a one-man jail cell. He went over to inspect it.

Just then Patty Sue emerged. She had let her hair down and it dangled just above her shoulders. The blond accents glistened in the light. The bustier pushed up and enhanced her breasts and made them look even bigger. As his eyes fell to her crotch, (this being the first time he had ever seen Patty Sue without a full set of clothes on) he noticed the skimpy leather thong barely covered her sex. He couldn't tell if she was a smoothie or sported a mohawk, but there wasn't a hair to be seen. The sight of all this caused his cock to surge and he desperately wanted to cum. He felt a little pre-cum leak out, and tried to hold it in.

I see you've found my new security arrangement for you. Bernard you know how much I like you, and I want to be compassionate, so I want to make sure you can cum before you embark on your 625 day journey. How? What?, asked Bernard.

"Let's dance a little", as she reached over and turned on her CD player. As the music played, she grabbed Bernard and moved close to him, slowly grinding into him. Taking the lead, she stepped in between his legs. She held him close, grabbed his buttocks and pulled him into her where she ground her sex into his steel secured cock. She looked up, smiled and asked, "how does that feel?". Bernard could only moan. "I am yours to control", he said.

Patty Sue sobered up and said, "gee it only took 25 days before you became desperate. Well then, since you are mine, I need you to satisfy me - and because I am not being denied in this study - you are, I would like you to wear that strap-on." "What about me?" petitioned Bernard. "You are mine to control for about the next 10 years and while you don't get to have an orgasm, I do. Besides, you will get your turn, later", replied Patty Sue. Bernard, stripped to his steel underwear, and put the 10" dildo in place.

During the next four hours, Patty Sue orgasmed 11 times, each time leaving Bernard wondering when it will be his turn to cum. Finally Patty Sue panted, "you have been wonderful, its finally your turn." Bernard went to his corner, and sat on the mattress where he buckled the restraints on his ankles. Patty Sue came over, and said, "no, Bernard, lets go over to your cage, an oh, lets put this ball in your mouth in case you decide to make any noise."

She opened the door and he walked in. Then she pushed on the door. It squeezed him tightly into the cage without any room for him to move - forwards, backwards, or sideways. The door pushed up tightly against his buttocks. About the only thing he could move were his fingers & toes.

As Patty went around to the front he noticed a camera pointing toward the cage and a small TV in the corner. As she opened a little trap door, where she could get access to the locks on his CB he could see everything on the monitor. She went and got the keys, and opened the two locks. She took the groin plate and `unfolded downward'. Ummm Patty? He started. Yes Bernard everything is being recorded - for our protection.

Then she grabbed a hold of the tube and started to rub the steel encased member like she was going to milk him with tube on. "Please.. please.. stop", panted Bernard. Patty Sue started to close up the belt without saying a word. "OK, if you want me to", she said as she clicked the waist band and front plate shut.

"No, please no", begged Bernard. "I want you to stop long enough so I can get small; then you can remove the tube", he said. He struggled, but it was useless as Patty Sue attached the second lock. She got up and started walking toward the safe. "Please?" he started sobbing. Patty Sue turned around and walked back and knelt beside him, the keys still in her hand.

>>26
She unlocked the chastity belt, and removed the steel tube and lowered a condom on Bernard's member leaving a little extra room at the top to capture the cum. Just then the doorbell rang. Patty put on a robe and said, "I'll be right back".

He overheard two female voices, some laughter and then it sounded like they were both coming up the stairs. As they both came into the room Patty said, "Bernard, meet Misty; Misty this is Bernard - the one I've told you about." They both walked over to the cage where Bernard was standing. Misty noticed Bernard's cock with a 3/4 of an erection and asked, "May I?" "Sure - go ahead, I was just about to milk him, I'm sure he wouldn't mind - would you Bernard?"

Misty, touched the tip of his penis. It was bouncing up and down as it was throbbing. Then she asked, "what do I have to do to make him cum?" "Oh whatever", replied Patty, but take your time - he likes to be teased first. She took his cock and held it loosely in right hand and squeezed like the cylinder they give you when you donate blood. How does that feel?, Misty asked. Bernard only groaned. She touched the tip and could feel some precum starting to fill the condom. She put her lips up to his head and kissed it gently. Then taking her tongue, she lapped his cock like it was a lollypop. Then she stopped and walked away.

Since he is your experiment Patty, you go ahead. Patty walked over and started to fondle his nipples and balls. You're not cumming Bernard, maybe I should lock you back up? "Please, oh no, please Miss Patty", he cried. Misty come over here and take this cock and message it while I play with his balls. When Bernard was getting close to orgasm, the girls stopped. OOO, this is fun remarked Misty. They brought Bernard to brink 4 times, finally Patty said, "the next time, let him spurt". Finally he thought, and Bernard tried to rush things along. The harder he tried, the less successful he was.

Despite all of this, Bernard still couldn't cum. Patty Sue said, "he has this thing about his stroking his shaft - he's been a wanker for a long ,long time. Several short strokes later, Bernard came. The cum filled the reservoir, the extra room at the top and began to leak down the sides. Patty Sue, who was watching quickly squeezed his shaft at the root saying, " we cannot lose a drop of this seed. We need to have an accurate measurement." She removed the first condom, and replaced with a second and told him he could continue, but by then it was too late.

Patty Sue reminded him that since his next milking would not for 2 years, she was going to milk him dry - no matter how many times it took. She let him rest as she and Misty went downstairs leaving him stand there is his cage.

About an hour later, the two girls came back up started all over again - teasing him then denying him. Misty played with Bernard's cock, then rubbed his balls and teased his nipples. She caressed herself while verbally and physically getting him close and then backing off until he cooled down. She milked him 4 more times, Patty Sue pronounced him to be dry and the 4th time he didn't have any jism. "Are you ready for the toughest phase yet of this project", she asked Bernard. "Yes - go ahead and lock me up, I am ready to stay locked up until you want to open up the belt."

Over the course of the next couple of months their relationship wavered. They had highs and lows, but each time he saw her, Bernard felt he was getting farther away from Patty Sue. She continued to clean him up - but now it was once a month, and she no longer seemed interested in teasing him. Bernard began to take the hints and decided he wasn't going to go where he wasn't wanted.

He had thoughts of asking Patty Sue are removing the CB and discontinuing the study, but felt there was no chance of that happening, so he accepted his role in the study. But Bernard was becoming more confused about his relationship.

When the appointed day came for his monthly cleaning and checkup he called her about 9am to make an appointment, but the answering machine took the call. About 10:30am he got a call back from her and she said to come over at 8:30 pm.

When he got to Patty Sue's house, it appeared she was gone again. He really wanted to confront her and decide where their relationship was going. How could she, he thought. He drove around the neighborhood, to the local stores looking for any sign of her and finally stopped at the local card shop and got her a special friend card. When he got back to her place he rang her doorbell but she didn't answer the door, so he decided to park in her driveway until she got home.

Soon it became dark and Bernard was beginning to get worried about his future. He was more convinced that he should ask to get out so he would just stay there until she came home. As the night turned into the wee hours, Bernard became sleepy, and laid down to take a nap - surely she would be home soon.

>>27
About 5am there was a tap on the window of his car. It was a policeman. He wanted to know what he was doing here and if he had any ID. Bernard provided his driver's license and told the officer that he came to see his girlfriend and that they had a date last night at 8:30 and he was worried about her. He asked him to get out of the car and frisked him, but didn't seem to notice the chastitybelt.

Then he said he had a few questions. Bernard said he would just go home and asked if he could leave. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Patty and asked the officer if he could talk to her. The officer said that is the woman who called the police and she claimed she didn't know who he was. Bernard wasn't quite sure what to say, and since the officers seemed to be verbally abusive, he figured the way the conversation was going, he had better keep cool & calm. Then they went back to their cars.

After about 20 minutes another car pulled up - it was an unmarked car. Another plainclothes person got out and they conferred for several minutes. One handed the other a piece of paper and then they both came over to Bernard. They told him he was trespassing and on the verge of stalking. If he didn't want to be arrested and put in jail, he should leave now and sign this paper. He glanced at the paper and it had his and Patty Sue's ID information on there and at the top was titled "COMPLAINT". At the bottom, was a line which indicated he should not have contact in any form, personal, mail, or telephone with 2 blank lines and the words FROM and TO. In those blank lines was filled out August 4th, 1999 and Forever!

Bernard thought for a second and felt if he didn't say anything now, he might never get the keys. "Excuse me, but can I ask Patty Sue a question?". "She doesn't want to have anything to do with you bub, I suggest you leave now before we take you for a ride." "Excuse me sir, could you come over here I have a question for you", Bernard said gently.

One of the officers stepped over and Bernard said, "Patty Sue has the keys for a chasitybelt which she has locked on me and has video tapes of me in the belt, could you get them for me please?" "Hey bud, apparently you don't appreciate our generosity. Look, she doesn't want to have anything to do with you, so get in your car & leave." Bernard pleaded, "Come over and frisk me - you'll find it and then you'll believe me." "Look, I don't care what kind of a libido problem you have, but if you don't get in that car now!, I'm going to come over and cuff you."

Bernard got in his car reached down in between his legs for his cock and drove away, wondering what to do now.

THE END

>>28

BAD END

>>29
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I read it all and fap a bit not too much but i fap
thanks guys i love rape stories

>>32
meet me at the park and we'll make our own story together.

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>>28
Jesus Christ that was fucking awful, I regret reading that, I feel fucking unsafe now.

>>34
Perhaps it's time you returned to /b/ if that's the case...

Cream of Butthole

>>36
Oh YES PLEASE!! Mmmmmmm....hairy male butthole....I love the raw stench of it. Get me some crisco and whipped cream and your rectum will turn up in my intestines after I devour it!

>>37
oh dear lord *choke*

SUBJECT: WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS:
CALL THE COPS!

>>37
I'm bending over... ;) Cum n get it big boy! xoxoxoxoxo

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>>15
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Did you rap back at her? Your street cred hangs in the balance!

As I'm sure you'll notice, Abby's clothing has changed.

When drawing new characters or outfits for existing characters, I'll often look at people or pictures of people and how they dress. For instance, for the wedding arc I went tuxedo and wedding dress shopping online, looking at different styles to find the outfits I wanted Ethan and Lilah to wear at their wedding. Ethan's day-to-day outfit is the same t-shirt and jeans combo I was wearing when I first drew him.

When I was writing Abigail into the current storyline, I had envisioned her as a sort of punk/hipster type of girl. Since this isn't a style of dress I'm very familiar with, when it came time to draw her, I needed to find reference for a punk/hipster outfit.

I looked at a lot of pictures from the punk scene looking for clothes that matched my idea for the character. I found one I liked in a blog article about punk concerts. I used this outfit for Abby.

However, the picture I used was not a photograph, it was a painting. A digital pinup of a punk girl. The artist was not credited in the article and I regret to say that I did not exercise due diligence. I did not think to seek out the artist or ask him permission. I treated it as a photograph, as merely reference for a clothing style. I didn't look at it as a character, I looked at it as I might have looked at a magazine ad.

That was a mistake on my part. It was not photograph or a magazine ad, it was somebody's artwork. It may not have been a character in a story, it may not have invented the style of dress, but as artwork it still deserves respect and consideration. Respect and consideration that I'm embarrassed to say I didn't offer.

It was never my intention to infringe on the artist, but my negligence did just that. The artist, whom I know now is Hector Moran, is a very talented digital painter, and he has a fantastic gallery of his works online to enjoy. I reached out to Hector via email to discuss this with him personally, but I have not heard back from him.

Nevertheless, I have changed Abby's outfit in all prior and future comic strips out of respect for Hector and his artwork. The inspiration from his quintessential punk girl is still present, but I've added a different spin to the look to take it in a different direction, while keeping with the overall look I wanted for this character.

Again, I never intended harm or deceit. I apologize to Hector for not remembering to offer the courtesy he deserves as an artist.

And I apologize to you, my readers, for my lapse in judgment. You expect better of me and I will continue to try and be better for you, and to conduct myself more responsibly in the future.

(δωδ)<Yes is neccessary!

>>1
consider yourself fortunate. You received what others will only dream about for the remainder of their lives.

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>>1
If you still feel dirty, next time do it in the shower.

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I tried to resist, but I was very scared the women is very strong she overpowered me forcibly engulfing my erect cock into his
pussie, as well as fucking my ass with a strap-on i came 3 times so she tell me to shut up or she will tell my parents about how much times i came while being anal raped i feel so ashamed and dont know what to do.she says that i have to have sex with her where ever the fuck she wants im skinny and weak,help please i dont want to be raped again.