Aspiring

Sydney, Mikayla, and Lillian - Day 3 *Trigger Warning-Sex and Rape

“The Next Day”

“Hey, hey, Tyler,” a female’s voice hissed.

Tyler Marchand blinked awake. His beautiful blue eyes were clouded over. He made to wipe the cloudiness away with his hands, but found that his arms were stuck to his side. He was still helplessly bound. And then he realized what was going on...to an extent.

“W-what’s going on?” he croaked, his throat dry from some foreign substance.

“Aw, don’t be so frightened, I’ll make it worth your time! I promise.”

He found a girl sitting on top of him. Her bright eyes shone with pride. “Who are you?”

She slapped her hand over Tyler’s mouth. Her hand was covered by a cattish glove detailed with cheetah spots. She dropped her head down to his, hovering it over, a foot away. Her wavy brown hair dangled down over her shoulder. It brushed the skin on his neck, tickling him and making him feel a tiny bit uncomfortable. He muffled a scream into the leather glove over his lips.

“My name is Mikayla Pronger,” she hissed. “But my friends call me Mickey.” She slid her hand away from his mouth, brushing his lips in the process.

Mickey, right!? Damn...she was the “dirty” one. The one of trio of girls who could hurt him and make him suffer in the worst way. As he remember her role and her, it made him even more uncomfortable and he squirmed.

He looked up at her, sternly and bravely. She cupped her hands on either side of his face, keeping her gaze steady. She used her thumbs to caress his cheeks, naturally moving them in a circle. Next, she used her index finger to softly trace a line to his lips, touching them. She traced the outline, pleasuring herself with the action.

“Wha-what are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to teach you a lesson. After all, you made a pretty boneheaded move yesterday, so I thought, we’d have a little bit of fun, eh?”

“Like…”

“So, Tyler Marchand, as you know by now, l have always had a fondness for bondage like Syd - Sydney Crosby. I like it when men are trapped and have to get tied down to the bed. I especially enjoy it when those men are sexy, like yourself, having hot blue eyes! It makes the moment ten times more satisfying to me.”

She dropped her head down onto his and sucked at his mouth. He murmured into her mouth. She stuck her tongue in and explored the whole of his mouth. She touched the top of his palate with her muscle. He coughed, as her tongue touched the back of his palate.

“Gagging already…that can’t be good,” she spoke down his throat. Her voice vibrating inside of him and making him squirm again. “Keep squirming sweetie, I like it when my men fight me and are in absolute distress.”

He began to whine and put up a fight. He bit her tongue, causing her to pull back. He frowned, as her head came away from his. “Let me go, I don’t like this at all! If you all are my “fans,” you’re some pretty awful ones! What fan kidnaps their star?”

She moved her hand from the side of his face and placed it over his mouth once more. “Shush, shush, don’t battle me. I have the upper hand you know.”

Tyler struggled, but Mikayla did have the upper hand. She could do whatever she wanted with him and so she did that. Mikayla climbed on to Tyler Marchand, keeping her hand in place, over his mouth. She ripped open his jean jacket down the middle, which was cut off at his shoulders with no sleeves. Tyler muffled a cry of bewilderment. Apparently, the woman had dressed him up or something. He hadn’t been wearing these clothes before. Yet, suddenly, now he was.