A girl's wishes met

Mika sat next to me and spun this tale. My friend and darker half, Mika the imaginary mouse, spins stories that are kind of like a bad car accident. You know it will be ugly...but you have to look.

So he told me the story of Jessie. Jessie the daughter of rich parents. Got everything she wanted. The epitome of spoiled rich bitch. For three years a man/boy named Seth adored and lusted for her to no avail. He wanted to be with her forever. She just liked the attention between the dates with the richer boys.

Well Jessie now 20 and well out of high school....and long since having dumped Seth was furious that her father finally said a word that she was quite unaccustomed to. That word was, "no". Jessie wanted dad to buy her an expensive car. He declined saying a cheaper car was good enough. She exclaimed that she would never be seen in a low end car.

So furious was she that she cooked up the idea of staging her own kidnapping to get the money from her dad anyways. Insane as it was she turned to the only man she ever knew that would do anything she asked and ask questions later. She lowered herself to find Seth and his budget apartment and knocked on the door.

Seth tried hard not to flinch at Jessie's plan. He was supportive. The same fool he always was in high school. Except who was the fool now? Seth at a reasonable pace suggested that he tie her up and take photos to get to her father. She agreed and soon enough found herself tied on his couch. She was gagged and wondered why Seth felt shifting her clothes to reveal her more was necessary. She groaned and twisted a bit and he assured her that photos that were more revealing would convince her dad how much danger she was in.


She didn't show it but she was a bit nervous at how vulnerable she was. This was probably the only man in the world she would trust with her scheme. Yet...she felt something was not quite right...but played it cool. He ungagged her and settled her nerves by talking to him as if they were at a high school reunion. "So what are you doing for a living now Seth?", she asked. He looked at her coldly and said dead seriously that that he kidnapped women and sold them to white slavers. She laughed...but the best she could she fought the ropes still pinning her hands behind her back. She twisted and said, "That isn't funny Seth". But Seth was busy taking off one of her socks and she pleaded, yet had no time to scream when she realized that her sock was destined for her mouth. Once there he used the same strip of cloth to lash her sock deep enough in her mouth where the chance of her being heard was not possible. He pulled her off the couch and dragged her into the bedroom. He hogtied her writhing body and she twisted and moaned on the floor while she watched him ready the bed for what was certainly not going to be rest.


"I pride myself and the price is higher for me not sampling the merchandise before delivery", he exclaimed. "This time, any money I get for your sweet ass is purely going to be a bonus".

He tossed her bellyfirst on the bed. He set her where once her legs were unbound her legs would hit the floor and her torso would be leaned over the bed. She felt her one bare foot hit the cold wood floor the same time he crawled between her legs and yanked down her panties. "You teased me for three years with words of promise and then dumped me like I was trash for a man with a smooth tongue and his dad's credit card". "If anyone was owed the pleasure....I am".

She squeeled as his long awaiting cock found her. Her mind drifted in and out as she was mounted over and over. She could barely comprehend what he was saying....except the part about probably being able to take his pleasure for days before having to move her on.


Hours later he bound his naked prize for the evening. A very enjoyable high school reunion party.

Mika then stopped his story and said, "This is the part where I end the story by claiming that these two were actually married and this was a game they played".

"Or not", he smiled.

Or not indeed I thought. I guess it's the decision of the reader. Either way, nothing here is real...right?