Pink Dreams

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey everybody! I’m a little stuck on my other story, Ice Blue, so I decided to just write some shameless smut. Yay!!

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She landed on the red silk sheets with a jarring thud. She winced, but kept her eyes closed tight. It was better that They didn’t know she was awake yet.

Who are ‘They’? She didn’t really know. All she could remember was standing in line at the post office when a loud crack sounded somewhere in her vicinity. Then she remembered falling to her knees and feeling very warm, and very rough, hands grab her arms. Vaguely, she also remembered a bag being thrown over her head. From then on, everything was black and blank.

She did her very best to not move a muscle. Who knows what They would do next if they thought she was little more than a dead weight. Their voices floated in and out of her ears. Every now and again she could hear what They were saying. Other times, it was all a muddled and muffled mess. This lead her to believe that she had a head injury of some sort, when, in reality, it was merely the wax They had stuffed in her ears.

After a few minutes of trying to decipher what They were saying, she began to grow more aware of her body. Or, more precisely, what was on it.

She discovered that she was completely naked. Save for some choice pieces of bondage gear. Padded leather cuffs encircled both her wrists and ankles. Around her throat was a padded leather collar with a sparkling silver leash attached. She could also feel leather straps around her upper arms and upper legs. She also realized, that her flesh felt wonderful unclothed. The cool air that breezed across her pink nipples was simply divine, as was tendrils of air that tickled her snatch. She began to feel flushed, not in embarrassment, but in pleasure.

Which, of course, attracted the attention of Them.

“Well, well, well. It looks like the young lady has woken up,” said a very baritone They.

“Mmm, yes she has. In more ways than one,” spoke the other, higher pitched Them. She realized that this They was a She.

The She-They reached down a gloved hand and rolled her over on her back, so she came face to face with Them. The She-They was simply gorgeous. Her hair was a short silky blonde with a slight wave at the bottom. Her eyes were a smooth creamy green and her lips, a smooth creamy pink. She smiled down at her.

“My name is Lily, love,” she spoke with a voice like honey.

The He-They came into view. His hair was rather long and pulled back in to a pony tail. It was a brushed, coppery red. His eyes, though small, were a handsome grey. He matched Lily’s beauty, only he added a masculine spin to it.

“And I am Snap,” he rumbled.

She whimpered—part in fear and part in desire. She had no idea where she was or why, or what Lily and Snap had planned for her.

“And what is your name, dear?” Lily asked.

“M-Morgan,” the girl stuttered.

“A lovely name. Morgan.” Lily lazily laid a hand on Morgan’s breast. Slowly, she began to knead the soft flesh. Morgan moaned softly and shifted her upper half to give Lily better control.

“Well my dear Lily, I think she likes it. Let’s see what else she likes.” Snap lightly ran a hand along Morgan’s belly. He drew his hand lower and lower until he came to rest on the fleshy lump above Morgan’s pubic bone. “Smooth as a baby’s bottom. Amazing.” He ran a thick, rough finger along Morgan’s slit. Motivated by the moans his ministrations were eliciting, her gently parted her lips and softly rubbed her clit with the fleshy pad of his finger. Morgan twitched beneath his touch and her moans became louder.

“My, my. She really likes this.” Lily smirked. She lowered her lips to Morgan’s nipple and began to suck and nip ever so slightly. Morgan quivered, lost in her pleasure. She really didn’t care anymore about anything except slaking her thirst.

Slowly, agonizingly, Snap slid a finger inside of Morgan. He pushed on, deeper, into her. She gave an agonized moan. Snap licked his lips. It’s been a long time since he had himself a virgin. He could feel her wetness increasing as he explored deeper. Slowly, he pulled his finger out, then plunged it back in. Morgan writhed in pain.

And Snap liked causing pain.

Again and again. Sometimes faster, sometimes slower. Sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. Snap tormented Morgan. Soon, all feelings of pain disappeared and were replaced by pleasure. Frustrated pleasure, but pleasure none-the-less. Morgan begged Snap to finish her off, she pleaded for release. But Snap wouldn’t allow that to happen yet. He waved Lily away. He had his own needs to fulfill.

Taking the hint, Lily respectfully bowed and made her way out of the room. For a few moments, Morgan was oblivious to what was happening. It wasn’t until Snap had locked her legs down so they were spread wide did she begin to suspect something was wrong. After Snap had taken care of her leg restraints, he leaned forward and locked her wrists together and over her head. Morgan tried to struggle, but Snap easily over powered her.

Snap leaned back on his haunches and observed his handiwork. Nodding in approval, he turned around and studied the wall behind him. Morgan took this chance to get her bearings and looked in the same direction as him. She found herself staring at a wall filled with every sex toy imaginable. There were vibrators and dildos, riding crops and cock rings, ben wa balls and anal beads—you name it, it was there in every size, shape and color.

Snap selected a rather thick, violently pink vibrator covered in bumps and ridges. You know, “ribbed for her pleasure” and all that nonsense.

Morgan’s eyes widened in horror. There was no way that was going to fit in her. Was there?

Snap seemed to read her mind. “Don’t worry, dear,” he cooed. “It’ll only hurt for a few minutes. After that, you’ll feel wonderful.” Using his fingers to spread her wide, he pressed the tip of the vibrator against her opening. With a flick of his thumb he turned the mechanical masterpiece on. Morgan jumped at first, mostly in surprise. A moan of pleasure escaped her throat along with a wibble of desire. And so Snap began the slow process with the vibrator as he had done with his finger. Soon, after many pain-filled cries and short bouts of struggling, Snap managed to get the whole vibrator inside of Morgan.

“There. That’s not so bad, is it?”

Morgan shook her head as tears fell down her face. It was almost unbearable, but the pain did seem to be slowly subsiding.

Snap couldn’t let that happen, now could he? He pulled the vibrator out and shoved it violently back inside. Morgan’s eyes snapped open and she wailed in pain. “That’s it, love,” laughed Snap as he continued to push and pull the humming vibrator in and out of her bruised opening. “Keep crying. Keep moaning. You know you love it you little cumslut.”

The louder Morgan screamed, the harder Snap shoved the vibrator inside of her. A little longer and Morgan was sure she was going to explode from the pain. And then, all of a sudden, Morgan began to feel the warm tendrils of orgasm spread across her body. The pain slowly melted into pleasure. Every thrust and every pull brought her release closer and closer. Then, with one final, calculated, violent thrust her muscle contracted, she shuddered in bliss, and came all over Snap‘s hand. Snap just smiled and slid the vibrator from her violated slit. Bruises were beginning to form and her wetness was tinged pink with blood. Morgan just panted, her eyes heavy lidded in her pleasure. A smile was on her face and her body was covered in a sheen of sweat.

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Morgan rolled over and smashed her palm against the snooze button of her alarm clock. She still had a good half hour to sleep until she had to get up and get ready to go to class. A hangover was starting to take shape. Morgan made a mental note to not drink quite so much on Tuesday nights. She had a delightful tingling sensation in her nether regions and she smiled to herself. Whatever dream she just woke up from must have been a good one.


XD!! I Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.