Moonboy
08-01-2010, 1:58 PM
A couple of years or so ago, after I posted my version of "Tabitha's Revenge", someone posted and said they would love to see a prequel, a story that showed how she got him into that position to begin with. So here it is.
TABITHA’S REVENGE- THE BEGINNING
By Moonboy
Tabitha Katz walked into the lab. In her early twenties, Tabitha was a
beautiful woman with shoulder-length blond hair and piercing blue eyes,
breasts that were full and firm and a shapely figure accentuated by a firm
and lovely posterior that her skirt hugged and displayed nicely. She smiled at
the sight that greeted her in the lab. In the middle of the lab was a plexi-
glass container big enough to contain a man. This was appropriate as, in
fact, it did contain a man.
Dr. Richard Richards had been her mentor and she worked for him as a
grad student. Standing over six feet tall and almost two-hundred pounds of
solid muscle, his was an impressive form. He was only twenty-five years old
himself. It had become clear very quickly that there was only one reason he
had chosen Tabitha as his apprentice. Worse yet, it turned out she was as
brilliant as he was but without yet having his credentials and reputation. He
was using her ideas and presenting them to the faculty as his own.
The container he was housed in was even more impressive than he was, a
wonder of science and technology. When Tabitha spoke to him about
participating in her experiment, she made it sound like several weeks of kinky,
wild sex. That was exactly how she had made it sound. She said she could
not tell him the real reason for the experiment as that would invalidate it. He
did not particularly care as long as it led to them having sex.
Richard had to strip naked and then climb up a ladder, easing himself
down into the container. He felt a little self-conscious being naked in front
of his fully dressed, gorgeous student but he considered it all to be very
professional on her part until he got laid, of course. At the floor of the
device, there were two holes long and big enough for him to put his legs
into. He did so. The container’s visible section, the plexi-glass, was about
three feet off the floor. The funnels his legs went into moved away from
each other in an upside-down ‘V’ shape so it gave enough room for his legs
to fit in without reaching the floor. There were also two black, solid funnels
protruding up from the floor. As he worked his legs down into the other
holes, he had to work his arms into these funnels. He was able to get his
arms in up to the shoulders by leaning back with his arms pulled somewhat
behind him. It was slightly uncomfortable but would only be for a couple of
hours. Once he was in, he was not sure how he would be able to get out as
there was no way to climb out but he assumed that had been covered.
The lid of the device closed in two sections. Tabitha asked him to tilt his
chin slightly up. The part he thought of as the back piece closed in such a
way that it slid across the top of the container. There was a protrusion in it
that formed a sort of helmet over his head. Then the front piece slid into
place. It contained a chin-guard that pushed his chin slightly up. Connected
to the chin-guard was a ring-shaped device that pushed into his mouth
above his tongue, forcing him to keep his mouth open. What it amounted to
was that his head and neck were tightly clamped into the top of the
container and he was effectively gagged.
Tabitha pushed some buttons on the container and told him to hold still.
Richard felt some sort of thick liquid filling the leg holes and arm funnels.
“Just hold still for two minutes,” she smiled.
When that much time had expired, she asked him to move his arms and legs.
He struggled and tried to say that he could not move them but all that came
out was, “Ippphhtt ccccmmmff.” [I can’t].
That just made her grin widely. There was something about the look on her
face and in her eyes that worried him, really worried him.
“Oh, that is simply delightful,” she purred. “Poor Richie can’t move or talk.”
There was nothing professional or dispassionate in these words. She was
teasing him, mocking him.
“Wffff gggguuurrfff mmmmph?” he moaned. [What’s going on?]
“Aw, I’m sorry sweetcakes,” she grinned. “I couldn’t quite understand that.”
“Wffff ffffppph ggguurrgggnnnn?” [What the fuck’s going on?]
She was climbing up the ladder.
“Nope, still don’t understand a word you’re saying, sweet-face.”
Then she was at the top of the ladder. One thing Richard had failed to
notice was that the top was also designed to resemble a chair. Tabitha
turned and lifted her skirt, revealing her shapely butt. She was wearing
nothing beneath her skirt.
“Oh I’ve been looking forward to this,” she purred. “Bottoms up.”
Then as he stared up in wide-eyed helplessness, she sat down right on his
face.
Tabitha wedged her ass crack onto his nose, driving it in and wiggling to
get comfortable. Beneath her, he thrashed and mumbled. She was not
covering the tube in his mouth so he could still breathe. But her ass cheeks
completely covered his upper face. His world was her ass. It went on for
only a few minutes and then she stood up. She turned and looked down at
him. Reaching down, she tweaked his nose to emphasize how helpless he
was.
“Now don’t you worry, butt-face,” she mocked. “That was just a test.
Normally, I’ll sit for far longer than that.”
Then she went down the ladder and out the door, leaving him alone and
terrified.
Things only got worse when Tabitha came in the next morning. She
looked down at the bottom of the cage and saw that he had urinated several
times. She turned a knob on the container and it started filling with some
sort of liquid. She turned the flow off and drained it and the urine was gone,
the floor completely clean. Then she turned it on again and let the entire
container fill with liquid. There was a mild burning sensation over his body.
After several minutes, she drained the liquid and then filled the chamber with
another liquid that felt soothing.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “That burning liquid was just a powerful dissolving
solution to remove that ugly body hair. You are now clean of hair from the
neck down. The second solution keeps you nice and clean.”
He writhed in the container.
“Mmmph mmmph uuummpph pppphhhh mmmph.” He had tried to say, “Let me
go, you psycho bitch” but it was completely unintelligible.
Meanwhile, Tabitha had picked up a long plastic tube and was climbing to the
top of the container. She opened one end of the tube and he saw it
contained some sort of gruel. She worked the open end into his mouth
through the ring-gag and squeezed the tube. His mouth was filled with the
pasty substance.
“Eat up the yummy paste,” she teased. “It’s actually very nutritious and it’s
the only food you are going to get. One big mouthful should be as good as
one meal. Of course with your mouth unable to close, you’ll have to slowly
work it all down, but I’m going to give you about twenty minutes. I have
some stuff to do before I sit on you.”
Once it was in his mouth, with his mouth forced open, he could not even
spit it out. He had to work on slowly swallowing it. It tasted bad but not
horrible. But in infuriated and scared him that she would give him no
explanation for this and that he could not even ask. She returned about ten
minutes later with a drink of water. She looked and said, “Good boy. You’ve
swallowed most of it. Here’s some water. I know you must be thirsty.”
She poured it in until his mouth was full and then left him to slowly gurgle it
down.
Tabitha returned again a few minutes later wearing only a string bikini
over her oiled body. She glanced at the glass and noted his reaction.
“Oh, you’re glad to see me,” she grinned. “I guess a naked young man living
in a glass house can’t hide his real feelings now can he?”
He gurgled and finished forcing down the water as she climbed up to him.
Then she turned and grinned over her shoulder, her oiled and glistening ass
above his face. She sat and worked her vagina around his nose and her
cheeks engulfed his cheeks and face. He writhed desperately for a few
seconds, swallowing the last swallow of water so he could breathe through
his mouth. Then for the next hour, he endured her sitting on his face,
occasionally wiggling but always sitting. He blushed in humiliation, the more
so whenever he felt aroused. Worse yet, every time he did feel arousal, she
either wiggled or laughed or, in some way, indicated she was aware of it. He
did not know how. He thought she might have a camera aimed at his
genitals and could see his arousal. But even when he was aroused but not
particularly hard, she knew. Maybe the container showed her his vital signs.
At any rate, she got up after an hour. Without a word, she left the room
and returned a few minutes later, seemingly having showered and clearly
dressed again.
A few minutes later, another woman walked in. She was even younger,
maybe twenty, with long light brown hair and a slim figure, not bad but not
as curvaceous as Tabitha’s. His eyes widened in surprise and anger as they
passionately kissed each other. The other young woman glanced at him with
a smile, a smile to herself, not to him, and then turned to Tabitha. They
smiled at each other in that womanly way when they have put one over on a
man.
They whispered to each other and then each left the room, Tabitha
apparently leaving the lab and the other woman going into the changing
room. She emerged a couple of minutes later naked. Richard changed his
assessment. She was firm and toned. She glanced at the glass and smiled.
Then she climbed up. She smiled.
“Allow me to introduce myself, Butt-face. My name is Judy. I’m Tabitha’s
lover and we’ve had lots of laughs planning this.”
She turned and grinned over her shoulder at him, patting her ass.
“This is my ass. Your face and only your face will be getting intimately
familiar with it.”
Then she came down even more lightly than Tabitha, seeming to enjoy every
instant of oh-so-slowly working his nose into her crevice and trapping his
face beneath her delicious buttocks.
Richard was going crazy with fear and arousal and rage as he writhed and
was smothered beneath Judy’s shapely ass. He feared she would suffocate
him unless he used his tongue to lick her pussy or buttocks or whatever she
placed directly above him. It had been over a week and neither she nor
Tabitha had given any explanation for why they were doing this to him.
There was no way this could be legal but he could not speak a word to
protest or move a muscle.
Once she was fully satisfied, Judy stood up. She turned and looked at the
face of the helpless male, smeared with her juices. She plunged two fingers
into her vagina and then inserted them into his nose, coating his nostrils with
her juices. Through his transparent prison, she could see his cock standing
at attention.
“Dream about me,” she smirked.
Then she walked out as he stared at her swaying hips and jiggling buttocks.
Later that night, Richard awoke in the dark to the sounds of two voices in
the outer lab. Tabitha and Judy walked in. They were naked. He tried to
squirm as they climbed up and formed a 69 position around his head. He
moaned with frustrated desires as they ate each other out, their tight young
bodies pressing into him. When they were fully satisfied, Tabitha said, “You
think you are so irresistible. But trust me, all you’ve done in your life is
alienate the females that should have mattered the most to you.”
The two of them sat to either side of his face, Tabitha to his right. She
grinned and tweaked his nose to emphasize his complete helplessness.
“You are such a pathetic sexist,” she grinned.
“You sure got him gift wrapped though, didn’t you?” Judy smiled.
“Mmmm, yes, I sure did,” Tabitha replied. “But, you know, after I had him
sign all that paperwork, I think I got so excited about getting on with the
experiment that I forgot to turn it over to the university.”
Richard’s eyes widened in comprehension as Tabitha turned to face him and
locked her tanned, toned thighs around him. Then she slid forwards, her
crotch engulfing his face and smothering him. Only his eyes were visible as
she stared down into them and he looked up at the undersides of her breasts
and then met her eyes. The look in his eyes was desperate and pleading.
“That’s right, ass licker. Once we get you all nice and hooded, nobody will
even know its you in there and nobody is going to find out. You stay here as
long as we want you too and the only way to keep breathing- because I
would suffocate you without hesitation- is to use that tongue exactly as we
want and do a good job.”
Richard gurgled helplessly as Tabitha rode his face. She grinned at the
helpless male.
“Well, pussy licker. I’m sure my lover and I can keep you from getting bored.”
TABITHA’S REVENGE- THE BEGINNING
By Moonboy
Tabitha Katz walked into the lab. In her early twenties, Tabitha was a
beautiful woman with shoulder-length blond hair and piercing blue eyes,
breasts that were full and firm and a shapely figure accentuated by a firm
and lovely posterior that her skirt hugged and displayed nicely. She smiled at
the sight that greeted her in the lab. In the middle of the lab was a plexi-
glass container big enough to contain a man. This was appropriate as, in
fact, it did contain a man.
Dr. Richard Richards had been her mentor and she worked for him as a
grad student. Standing over six feet tall and almost two-hundred pounds of
solid muscle, his was an impressive form. He was only twenty-five years old
himself. It had become clear very quickly that there was only one reason he
had chosen Tabitha as his apprentice. Worse yet, it turned out she was as
brilliant as he was but without yet having his credentials and reputation. He
was using her ideas and presenting them to the faculty as his own.
The container he was housed in was even more impressive than he was, a
wonder of science and technology. When Tabitha spoke to him about
participating in her experiment, she made it sound like several weeks of kinky,
wild sex. That was exactly how she had made it sound. She said she could
not tell him the real reason for the experiment as that would invalidate it. He
did not particularly care as long as it led to them having sex.
Richard had to strip naked and then climb up a ladder, easing himself
down into the container. He felt a little self-conscious being naked in front
of his fully dressed, gorgeous student but he considered it all to be very
professional on her part until he got laid, of course. At the floor of the
device, there were two holes long and big enough for him to put his legs
into. He did so. The container’s visible section, the plexi-glass, was about
three feet off the floor. The funnels his legs went into moved away from
each other in an upside-down ‘V’ shape so it gave enough room for his legs
to fit in without reaching the floor. There were also two black, solid funnels
protruding up from the floor. As he worked his legs down into the other
holes, he had to work his arms into these funnels. He was able to get his
arms in up to the shoulders by leaning back with his arms pulled somewhat
behind him. It was slightly uncomfortable but would only be for a couple of
hours. Once he was in, he was not sure how he would be able to get out as
there was no way to climb out but he assumed that had been covered.
The lid of the device closed in two sections. Tabitha asked him to tilt his
chin slightly up. The part he thought of as the back piece closed in such a
way that it slid across the top of the container. There was a protrusion in it
that formed a sort of helmet over his head. Then the front piece slid into
place. It contained a chin-guard that pushed his chin slightly up. Connected
to the chin-guard was a ring-shaped device that pushed into his mouth
above his tongue, forcing him to keep his mouth open. What it amounted to
was that his head and neck were tightly clamped into the top of the
container and he was effectively gagged.
Tabitha pushed some buttons on the container and told him to hold still.
Richard felt some sort of thick liquid filling the leg holes and arm funnels.
“Just hold still for two minutes,” she smiled.
When that much time had expired, she asked him to move his arms and legs.
He struggled and tried to say that he could not move them but all that came
out was, “Ippphhtt ccccmmmff.” [I can’t].
That just made her grin widely. There was something about the look on her
face and in her eyes that worried him, really worried him.
“Oh, that is simply delightful,” she purred. “Poor Richie can’t move or talk.”
There was nothing professional or dispassionate in these words. She was
teasing him, mocking him.
“Wffff gggguuurrfff mmmmph?” he moaned. [What’s going on?]
“Aw, I’m sorry sweetcakes,” she grinned. “I couldn’t quite understand that.”
“Wffff ffffppph ggguurrgggnnnn?” [What the fuck’s going on?]
She was climbing up the ladder.
“Nope, still don’t understand a word you’re saying, sweet-face.”
Then she was at the top of the ladder. One thing Richard had failed to
notice was that the top was also designed to resemble a chair. Tabitha
turned and lifted her skirt, revealing her shapely butt. She was wearing
nothing beneath her skirt.
“Oh I’ve been looking forward to this,” she purred. “Bottoms up.”
Then as he stared up in wide-eyed helplessness, she sat down right on his
face.
Tabitha wedged her ass crack onto his nose, driving it in and wiggling to
get comfortable. Beneath her, he thrashed and mumbled. She was not
covering the tube in his mouth so he could still breathe. But her ass cheeks
completely covered his upper face. His world was her ass. It went on for
only a few minutes and then she stood up. She turned and looked down at
him. Reaching down, she tweaked his nose to emphasize how helpless he
was.
“Now don’t you worry, butt-face,” she mocked. “That was just a test.
Normally, I’ll sit for far longer than that.”
Then she went down the ladder and out the door, leaving him alone and
terrified.
Things only got worse when Tabitha came in the next morning. She
looked down at the bottom of the cage and saw that he had urinated several
times. She turned a knob on the container and it started filling with some
sort of liquid. She turned the flow off and drained it and the urine was gone,
the floor completely clean. Then she turned it on again and let the entire
container fill with liquid. There was a mild burning sensation over his body.
After several minutes, she drained the liquid and then filled the chamber with
another liquid that felt soothing.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “That burning liquid was just a powerful dissolving
solution to remove that ugly body hair. You are now clean of hair from the
neck down. The second solution keeps you nice and clean.”
He writhed in the container.
“Mmmph mmmph uuummpph pppphhhh mmmph.” He had tried to say, “Let me
go, you psycho bitch” but it was completely unintelligible.
Meanwhile, Tabitha had picked up a long plastic tube and was climbing to the
top of the container. She opened one end of the tube and he saw it
contained some sort of gruel. She worked the open end into his mouth
through the ring-gag and squeezed the tube. His mouth was filled with the
pasty substance.
“Eat up the yummy paste,” she teased. “It’s actually very nutritious and it’s
the only food you are going to get. One big mouthful should be as good as
one meal. Of course with your mouth unable to close, you’ll have to slowly
work it all down, but I’m going to give you about twenty minutes. I have
some stuff to do before I sit on you.”
Once it was in his mouth, with his mouth forced open, he could not even
spit it out. He had to work on slowly swallowing it. It tasted bad but not
horrible. But in infuriated and scared him that she would give him no
explanation for this and that he could not even ask. She returned about ten
minutes later with a drink of water. She looked and said, “Good boy. You’ve
swallowed most of it. Here’s some water. I know you must be thirsty.”
She poured it in until his mouth was full and then left him to slowly gurgle it
down.
Tabitha returned again a few minutes later wearing only a string bikini
over her oiled body. She glanced at the glass and noted his reaction.
“Oh, you’re glad to see me,” she grinned. “I guess a naked young man living
in a glass house can’t hide his real feelings now can he?”
He gurgled and finished forcing down the water as she climbed up to him.
Then she turned and grinned over her shoulder, her oiled and glistening ass
above his face. She sat and worked her vagina around his nose and her
cheeks engulfed his cheeks and face. He writhed desperately for a few
seconds, swallowing the last swallow of water so he could breathe through
his mouth. Then for the next hour, he endured her sitting on his face,
occasionally wiggling but always sitting. He blushed in humiliation, the more
so whenever he felt aroused. Worse yet, every time he did feel arousal, she
either wiggled or laughed or, in some way, indicated she was aware of it. He
did not know how. He thought she might have a camera aimed at his
genitals and could see his arousal. But even when he was aroused but not
particularly hard, she knew. Maybe the container showed her his vital signs.
At any rate, she got up after an hour. Without a word, she left the room
and returned a few minutes later, seemingly having showered and clearly
dressed again.
A few minutes later, another woman walked in. She was even younger,
maybe twenty, with long light brown hair and a slim figure, not bad but not
as curvaceous as Tabitha’s. His eyes widened in surprise and anger as they
passionately kissed each other. The other young woman glanced at him with
a smile, a smile to herself, not to him, and then turned to Tabitha. They
smiled at each other in that womanly way when they have put one over on a
man.
They whispered to each other and then each left the room, Tabitha
apparently leaving the lab and the other woman going into the changing
room. She emerged a couple of minutes later naked. Richard changed his
assessment. She was firm and toned. She glanced at the glass and smiled.
Then she climbed up. She smiled.
“Allow me to introduce myself, Butt-face. My name is Judy. I’m Tabitha’s
lover and we’ve had lots of laughs planning this.”
She turned and grinned over her shoulder at him, patting her ass.
“This is my ass. Your face and only your face will be getting intimately
familiar with it.”
Then she came down even more lightly than Tabitha, seeming to enjoy every
instant of oh-so-slowly working his nose into her crevice and trapping his
face beneath her delicious buttocks.
Richard was going crazy with fear and arousal and rage as he writhed and
was smothered beneath Judy’s shapely ass. He feared she would suffocate
him unless he used his tongue to lick her pussy or buttocks or whatever she
placed directly above him. It had been over a week and neither she nor
Tabitha had given any explanation for why they were doing this to him.
There was no way this could be legal but he could not speak a word to
protest or move a muscle.
Once she was fully satisfied, Judy stood up. She turned and looked at the
face of the helpless male, smeared with her juices. She plunged two fingers
into her vagina and then inserted them into his nose, coating his nostrils with
her juices. Through his transparent prison, she could see his cock standing
at attention.
“Dream about me,” she smirked.
Then she walked out as he stared at her swaying hips and jiggling buttocks.
Later that night, Richard awoke in the dark to the sounds of two voices in
the outer lab. Tabitha and Judy walked in. They were naked. He tried to
squirm as they climbed up and formed a 69 position around his head. He
moaned with frustrated desires as they ate each other out, their tight young
bodies pressing into him. When they were fully satisfied, Tabitha said, “You
think you are so irresistible. But trust me, all you’ve done in your life is
alienate the females that should have mattered the most to you.”
The two of them sat to either side of his face, Tabitha to his right. She
grinned and tweaked his nose to emphasize his complete helplessness.
“You are such a pathetic sexist,” she grinned.
“You sure got him gift wrapped though, didn’t you?” Judy smiled.
“Mmmm, yes, I sure did,” Tabitha replied. “But, you know, after I had him
sign all that paperwork, I think I got so excited about getting on with the
experiment that I forgot to turn it over to the university.”
Richard’s eyes widened in comprehension as Tabitha turned to face him and
locked her tanned, toned thighs around him. Then she slid forwards, her
crotch engulfing his face and smothering him. Only his eyes were visible as
she stared down into them and he looked up at the undersides of her breasts
and then met her eyes. The look in his eyes was desperate and pleading.
“That’s right, ass licker. Once we get you all nice and hooded, nobody will
even know its you in there and nobody is going to find out. You stay here as
long as we want you too and the only way to keep breathing- because I
would suffocate you without hesitation- is to use that tongue exactly as we
want and do a good job.”
Richard gurgled helplessly as Tabitha rode his face. She grinned at the
helpless male.
“Well, pussy licker. I’m sure my lover and I can keep you from getting bored.”