charlie4939
03-20-2010, 2:24 PM
This is a story idea about some dude who's a witness in a murder investigation for the mob, and he gets kidnapped by the Yakuza gang (its in Japan). They tie him up, drive him out blindfolded to this country house, and leave him in the care of a mistress until the trials over. The woman who takes care of him routinely feeds him, changes his diapers, and plays with his face face sitting until she climaxes, sometimes almost smothering him to death. Apparently she does this for a living for the mob.
They call her some name referring to a dragon, and this place he's in as "the dragons den". The Yakuza doesn't tell her to sexually abuse him or anything. She's apparently got man troubles of her own. And she takes it out on him. But his custody with this woman turns out to be a trial, like the one he was snatched away from. A trial of sex of some kind. He doesn't know where he is. He doesn't who she is. She never tells him anything. And she's just got this face sitting fetish. Smothers him, at first with a sock on his head. But when he tires, she takes it off. And uses him.
After the trials over, the Yakuza come back, blindfold him, throw him back in the trunk of their car, and dump him back where they picked him up at. And its all over.
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After she was done feeding him she sat by the window on the opposite side of the room to him, not caring that he was still staring at her. It almost seemed like she were savoring his stare. His captive stare. And she sat there for a while, and stared out at the snow. Twiddling a finger in her hair, it was easy to tell her mind was off some place else. Then, almost like a switch, she stood and charged him. It even made him flinch. She put the gag back over his mouth and the sock on his head, then just as quickly barged out the room, with the sound of the dishes she were carrying. He thought it were all over for today, like most of the other days. But she came back in, this time for herself.
He couldn't tell what she were saying. She wasn't speaking english anymore. And her tone was far less sentimental. Because the blindfold was still on his head, all he could feel were her pushing him, and pulling at him. Positioning him to where she wanted him to be on the bed. Then it went quiet. Quiet for a long long time, until he felt a gentle touch over his mouth, that slowly pressed in. A slow, increasing pressure, that pressed his head into the soft mattress. When he found it harder to breath he tried to turn away, and both her hands went to either cheek to make him face into it again. It was then that he realized the way a blind man would what was happening to him, and his sense of smell came alive.
For some reason he got scared. Really really scared. A shivering fear, and he didn't move. Stayed still, and tried to hold his breath as best he could. Images of her filled his head. Images of her doing what she was doing to him. Things his mind had a hard time putting together. And the pressure never ceased, and got worse. It was more and more suffocating, and getting wet. And he'd turn away while her hands fought with him, straightening him out again.
http://www.photodom.com/photo/1786469
They call her some name referring to a dragon, and this place he's in as "the dragons den". The Yakuza doesn't tell her to sexually abuse him or anything. She's apparently got man troubles of her own. And she takes it out on him. But his custody with this woman turns out to be a trial, like the one he was snatched away from. A trial of sex of some kind. He doesn't know where he is. He doesn't who she is. She never tells him anything. And she's just got this face sitting fetish. Smothers him, at first with a sock on his head. But when he tires, she takes it off. And uses him.
After the trials over, the Yakuza come back, blindfold him, throw him back in the trunk of their car, and dump him back where they picked him up at. And its all over.
---
After she was done feeding him she sat by the window on the opposite side of the room to him, not caring that he was still staring at her. It almost seemed like she were savoring his stare. His captive stare. And she sat there for a while, and stared out at the snow. Twiddling a finger in her hair, it was easy to tell her mind was off some place else. Then, almost like a switch, she stood and charged him. It even made him flinch. She put the gag back over his mouth and the sock on his head, then just as quickly barged out the room, with the sound of the dishes she were carrying. He thought it were all over for today, like most of the other days. But she came back in, this time for herself.
He couldn't tell what she were saying. She wasn't speaking english anymore. And her tone was far less sentimental. Because the blindfold was still on his head, all he could feel were her pushing him, and pulling at him. Positioning him to where she wanted him to be on the bed. Then it went quiet. Quiet for a long long time, until he felt a gentle touch over his mouth, that slowly pressed in. A slow, increasing pressure, that pressed his head into the soft mattress. When he found it harder to breath he tried to turn away, and both her hands went to either cheek to make him face into it again. It was then that he realized the way a blind man would what was happening to him, and his sense of smell came alive.
For some reason he got scared. Really really scared. A shivering fear, and he didn't move. Stayed still, and tried to hold his breath as best he could. Images of her filled his head. Images of her doing what she was doing to him. Things his mind had a hard time putting together. And the pressure never ceased, and got worse. It was more and more suffocating, and getting wet. And he'd turn away while her hands fought with him, straightening him out again.
http://www.photodom.com/photo/1786469