Page 36 of Sugarplum

“Hey,” Ysa bugged me as we were in the living room watching re-runs of daytime soap operas. “Why don’t you ever join us at Cory’s?”

“I don’t gamble,” I shrugged.

She looked at me like I was the most guilty person on the planet. “You don’t but you know you should. You’re a fucking genius at poker, we could get rich.”

“Or lose everything we have and we’ll both end up having to whore ourselves out to pay the bills.”

Ysa laughed. “I already do that with Matt. He pays for everything for me and all I got to do is suck his cock.”

“You’re a slut.” Well, it was true and she didn’t hide it. “You love Matt anyway, it’s not like you’re disgusted with sleeping with him.”

“True, true,” and Ysa leaned over to grab a can of soft drinks from the centertable in front of us. She took a sip and said, “Well, what do you do all night while we’re gone?”

“There’s a thing called sleep, you know,” I was being as sarcastic as I possibly could. “You should honestly try it some time.”

We both laughed and I got up to take a shower.

“Hey, would you do me a favor?” Ysa requested just as I was heading upstairs to the bathroom. “We’re leaving again tonight. Could you keep the door unlocked? Matt can’t find our key and we don’t want to wake you up when we come home.”

I nodded and headed in to take a shower. I checked my phone first, hoping Dylan would text me. I wanted to let him know the door would be open, giving him the right opportunity to just break in and abduct me, his little “daughter” and toy, but that would be too blatant. He wanted it to be spontaneous and that meant keeping it a surprise.

So I just tossed my phone back on my bed when I saw there was nothing. I took a shower and went to bed.

***

“Say a word and I will slam my fist against your fucking face!”

My eyes shot open as a man’s hand covered my mouth tight, keeping me muffled. The person was holding a handkerchief and it smelled cold and foul and it was only after a second or two that I realized it was drugged.

I tried to look around real quick but the lights were off. All I could make out was the feint silhouette of a man standing by the edge of my bed, with his hand pressing down on my face and his other holding a circular object.

Consciousness was slipping. I wanted to fight back but even when I tried to raise my fist to punch it had no weight on its impact. All I could do was squirm a little and kick but even that felt nothing. It was like swimming against a heavy current.

Zip!

I fought to keep my eyes open. I saw him take the object in his hand, which turned out to be duct tape, and he lifted his grasp on my face for a moment as he then taped my mouth shut. I wanted to scream but all I could muster was a lifeless moan.

In the darkness I saw the man open a backpack and he produced a rope.

Fuck… is this it? Dylan… hurry! Before I panic please take me away, daddy!

He lifted my hands and the last thing I remembered was him tying my hands around my back.

***

I awoke to the sensation of something warm rubbing against my cheeks. I opened my eyes but I saw nothing but pitch darkness. A blindfold had been tied around my eyes. When I tried to move, I discovered I could not. I was lying naked on a bed, the softest I had ever been on, spread with my arms and legs tied each of the four posts. However, my head was in a slightly awkward position - it didn’t rest on a pillow and was instead slightly leaning over the edge. It left my head slightly hanging off the bed.

“Hello? Daddy?” I called out, hoping Dylan would answer.

Oomph! As soon as I opened my mouth something drove inside, plowing in and rubbing against my lips, tongue and the back to my throat. It was someone’s cock.

Oh God… am I getting fucked like this? I tried to figure out what the hell was happening but even that thought popped as soon as I felt heavy hands grasping both of my breasts. I felt my nipples begin to harden as the man’s fingertips danced across my skin and encircle my nipples.

Fuck! The cock rammed deeper into my mouth and I was beginning to drool. I heard the sound of his flesh pummeling into my mouth and I could only slobber like an animal as he continued to face-fuck me.

Then he went in deeper. God he’s going to make me deepthroat. I had never tried it before and I panicked. I felt my legs try to kick up but the rope held me down. I wanted to squirm but as I tried, one of the hands squeezing my tits let go and suddenly wrapped all fingers around my little neck.

Oh God, he’s going to choke me.

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