By: WhatIsYourDesire666
How did I end up like this? I wondered. Last night had been the best night of my life — or so I'd thought. I'd decided to go out, enjoy myself, and maybe even meet someone special — perhaps even my future wife. And indeed, I found her: in a small bar near my apartment sat a gorgeous goth woman with long dark hair contrasting with her pale skin and eyes. She smiled at me as she sipped her green cocktail, her black lips calling for desire, her curvy body all any man could want. She wore a black dress that hugged her generous curves perfectly. Her smile gave me the courage to approach her, knowing I might never have another chance like this. After ordering my own cocktail and sitting next to her, we began talking. I wasn't listening much, too absorbed by her charm. All I retained was her name: Abby.
Abby... Such a beautiful name... As time passed and our glasses emptied, we ordered more drinks. I started feeling the alcohol's effects, my mind grew blurry, my words hesitant, but Abby seemed unfazed even after six or seven cocktails.
Thankfully, she suggested moving to hers. A double win for me: no risk of embarrassing myself at the bar and a chance to see where things might lead. Stumbling slightly, I paid for both our drinks (she didn't insist on paying her part) and we left together into the hot summer night. The air was hot, and I found no fresh air to clear my mind from the alcohol.
"My place is just at the end of the street" she said.
"Okissshh, let's gooo!" I replied with much more enthusiasm than I thought. What a moron, I really needed to focus and stop acting like a child. This was the last time I drink.
Her apartment was small but clean, several Gothic paintings decorated the room and matched the dark furniture; We sat in her living room... and she offered me another drink.
"I'm not sure that's such a good idea..." I started to say before meeting her gaze and kind smile. How could I refuse? I nodded silently.
"Excellent!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands, "I have something very special, I'm sure you will love it..." she added before reaching the buffet. She fetched two glasses and an unlabeled bottle.
She handed me my glass, her smile still on her face as I took it and took a sniff. God that seemed strong... But I was too far to step back now. I gathered my courage and one shot my glass, I preferred to get it over with quickly. As I put down my glass (and tried to not die from the excessive dose of alcohol I just took) and noticed that Abby hadn't drunk hers.
"Why don't you..." I started, before feeling my body collapse and the world around me becoming blurry. The last thing I saw was Abby's twisted smile.
I woke up, after a I-don't-know-how-long time. My mouth was dry from the alcohol and the absence of water. Clearly I will never drink again. I regained consciousness, and found that I was sitting on the floor, my head resting on a cushioned stool, facing the ceiling.
Strange.
But what was even stranger was the fact that I was wearing only my underwear and tied up with black ropes to the stool. Okay now I was starting to freak out.
"Huh Hello ? Abby ?" I asked in a slurred voice. I didn't have to wait long before I heard footsteps. And fortunately, it was her. I was both reassured to see her and embarrassed to be like that in front of her, I felt soo... vulnerable...
"I'm sorry my poor boy", she started, "this bottle can have this... effect" she said, clicking her tongue.
"Oh, okay, never mind" I replied politely, "but you know I'm not very into those kind of... bdsm stuff, so... can you untie me please ? I'm not very well settled and I think I need a bit of water too".
Abby seemed fascinated by my answer, her eyes were like scanning my mind, trying to know if I was acting or just dumb. She still had her crooked smile. God she was beautiful. A true Goddess. She broke the awkward silence.
"I can't do that my boy" she said, petting my head like a puppy. "It's difficult to explain but... I had a strange dream last night. And... I'm a sort of dominant woman, I think you had noticed but... This dream... Comforted me to do what I did the best. Do you understand?"
No.
I didn't understand a single word of this weird explanation and I started to get fed up.
"Sorry Abby, as I said I'm not very into this kind of stuff, so... We can stop here and I hope you will find someone who suits you"
She took a step back, as if judging the situation, and put her hands on her hips. I noticed that she changed her clothes: her dark dress had been replaced by a black top a black denim which showed off her body even more. She shouldn't receive rejections very often...
"Well, I wasn't asking for your opinion, I just asked you if you understood. But I guess that doesn't matter either."
I looked at her, incredulous, with my mouth open. I knew some girls could be... weird, but I didn't expect this kind of level...
I came to my senses, shaking my head, and raised my voice : "This is not funny Abby! Let me go now! You can have serious problems doing things like that!"
She got closer again, caressing my cheek : "Here we go, as I like them: fierce". She didn't take me seriously at all, but I didn't have time to threatening her that she continued : "Let see who will win : you, a frail boy tied up; Or the 200 pounds man-eater"
She took me by surprise; "200 what?" I started to ask, confused.
Without a word, she turned back, "This is a very special denim, I guess you know why... I called it the man-eater. They say it has a mind—and appetite—of its own." she laughed softly, "Tonight is a bit special: I will not bother you with details, but there is a sort of tournament, a game if you prefer. And I don't know exactly what the winner gets, but, it's more like a title a guess. Anyway, that sounds perfectly fine to me". I didn't listen to her anymore, all my vision was blocked by two large white moons trying to escape from a hole in the middle of the black jeans. Both cheeks were squeezed one against the other, compressed by the hard denim which was struggling to contain so much ass. The seams were loose in several places, proving the difficult task for the pants to hold the amount of flesh. It was hypnotizing... and terrorizing.
"Did you listen to me?" Abby asked, turning her head over her shoulder, which brought me out of my torpor.
"I... I..." I stammered.
She seemed annoyed, as if I missed the speech of the year.
"Well... Let's start" she simply said, turning her head back.
She straddled my body, facing in front of her, adjusting her gigantic ass in front of my head. I only understood at that moment what she intended to do and started to panic : "Wait Abby! Wait!..."
But she didn't listen, nor wait. And her massive ass crushed me.
My nose was the first to enter the dark crack. Even if her cheeks were tight, the weight she put above me was more than enough to engulf my head completely. I tried to struggle but the ties prevented me from moving, this shouldn't be the first time she did that...
I was in hell: all her pounds rested on my head crushing it like flat bread, while her ass checks squeezed my face between them. Breathing was really difficult, and the thin air I could get was tainted by her body odor and sweat. The butt I admired only a few minutes ago was destroying me.
"It's my favorite jeans" she said proudly, "I usually use them to tame my playthings. It contains most of my ass so all the weight is focused on your head, while my soft flesh can smother you... Isn't it perfect?"
My "No!" was lost in her gigantic behind. Our combined heat made us sweat which only made my situation worse. As I started to really need air, my struggle against the bonds intensified. Abby noticed it and seemed to be amused : "Poor bug... Squashing by my Big-Butt..." she said nodding her head, "Need air?" I nodded as much as I could. "Hmmmm, I don't know" she wondered, her finger on her chin, "I think you have to deserve it..."
My lungs burned, screaming for oxygen, and I started to panic. Whatever, I thought, whatever for some air...
"Lick."
Her tone was cold as ice. It was not a simple order, but rather a command from a Goddess. She wanted me to lick her ass?? That's so gross! But she didn't say anything else, and didn't move either. It was obedience or fainting. I didn't want to, I just wanted to flee, go home and never leave again.
Her butt seemed heavier, like a monster waiting for its prey to come closer and fall in its trap. My mind tried to find a way out but I had no choice...
A new spasm from my body triggered my mouth and my tongue went out. The first contact was... bad. Her hot sweat and other body fluids that I preferred not to think about assaulted my taste buds. It was salty, strong, and made me want to vomit. My tongue retracted instinctively, trying to escape this infernal flavor. But it was too late: the taste was already engraved on it, and it soon spread throughout my mouth.
But I did it, I suppressed a gag reflex and waited for Abby to stand up.
"That was... disappointing..." she sighed, her smile having evaporated. "But don't worry, I'm sure you can do better than that. I will stay here and wait for you to try again"
"HHHHHMMMMMMMFFFFF!!!!" I screamed as much as I could, struggling frantically with my bonds, desperately looking for some air. Her ass was too big and molded too well around my head. Once again, my tongue went out, and I started to link as quickly as possible. The taste was beyond I could imagine, it invaded me, like sewers pouring over me.
"That's better" Abby said, her smile returning, "and as you finally seem willing to do something useful I'm going to help you a little". She reached back and took her cheeks with both hands, and slowly spread them apart. Still applying her weight, my head sank even deeper in her giant ass crack. My nose reached the final destination : her damp thong.
"I've been wearing it since... well... some times now...", she teased. "Keep licking."
Again her order seemed difficult to avoid. My tongue made contact with her wet string which seemed to have accumulated days of sweat and gross fluids. I couldn't imagine that it was possible but the taste was ten times worse.
She released her butt cheeks, sealing me in my hot personal flesh prison. My licks weakened: repulsed by the flavor and deprived of oxygen I started to feel dizzy.
Maybe it was a good thing: passing out and be relief of this torture.
The goth girl felt that I was leaving, and with a smirk, leaned forward to let my nose stick out a little. Instinctively, I inhaled, filling my lungs with foul air but air nonetheless.
Just when I released what Abby planned it was too late : she already sat down, trapping me in a mountain of flesh.
"We have all night for that boy" she said over my tears.
"Lick."