Posted by Ripper on December 20, 2003 at 23:20:12:
Amber shivered as she stood outside the door. It was a lark. That's all, just a silly thing to surprise Brad. Sharon had helped her set it up. Come to think of it Sharon had suggested it too. Amber felt her nipples stiffen as the cold December winds cut through her jeans and chilled her legs. She pushed the buzzer again and stamped her feet against the cold.
Amber was a strikingly beautiful young woman. At five foot ten inches and one hundred thirty-five pounds she was not skinny. But she was very nicely proportioned with generous breasts and a shapely ass. The rest of her body was toned and taut from constant drills and practice for the volleyball team. Her shoulder length red hair was natural as her neatly trimmed bush would attest. She'd been dating a variety of eager young men at State, but she'd found Brad and quit all the rest of them. She and Brad had been a "thing" for almost two years now. They were both in Poly Sci and determined to change the world. But Brad had been a bit distant of late. Amber was frantic to regain his interest. This gag Sharon had set up should do it, if anything could.
"Honestly Amber, it'll be a gas! Imagine the look on his face when he gets a visit from Santa Claus and YOU pop out of the bag with a tag on your thigh saying 'Open me first!'" Sharon had enthused when Amber wavered. "I have this friend who's a weight lifter. He's done this kind of thing before. He's absolutely safe because he's gay. C'mon, Brad will love it and you will too. I ought to know," Sharon giggled, "Santa delivered me this way once, the sex was fantastic!" In the end Amber agreed. So now she stood outside Clyde's door wearing as instructed just jeans, a coat, and running shoes; no shirt, no underwear ("Clyde doesn't like having girls underwear around his apartment.") , no socks, no purse, no ID, no jewelry, "(it might catch on the bag and hurt you"). She'd brought just enough change to ride the bus to Clyde's (and back, in case something went wrong or he wasn't home), "Or I chicken out" thought Amber. She pressed the buzzer again, this time there was an answering buzz and she pushed the door open.
She took the stairs two at a time as much to get warm as to get there before she changed her mind. Finding Clyde's door she knocked. It was opened by a huge Santa Claus. Amber didn't usually have to look up to men, but she did with Clyde. His warm inviting smile came from a head on a twenty inch neck on top of body that looked like he could easily lift the building. He was white but beyond that and his size the costume hid the rest of his identity. Amber blinked and opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
"You're Amber?" a deep bass voice inquired. Amber nodded. "I'm Clyde, come in please. Sharon told me all about you. I love to play Santa Claus." He placed a huge hand on her arm and drew inside and closed the door. "Here's a bag for your stuff, and this is the bag for you," his grin was toothy even through the white beard. Amber glanced around the apartment, there were several gay pride posters and a statue of a naked man. It looked the way she thought a gay man's apartment should look. She looked at the heavy canvas bag "for her." It was lined with a polar fleece kind of material, soft and fuzzy.
"OK, I'm, unh, Amber," she said, "Do I, unh, like get undressed here?"
"Yep, just put all of your stuff in the plastic bag. I'll deliver that with you, if you want. I promise the bag is strong enough to hold you." He grinned again "And I promise I'm strong enough to carry you." Amber looked nervously from the canvas bag to the plastic bag.
"You have Brad's address? And you know how to get there? It'll be all the way across town from here . . ." Amber trailed off as she gazed at the bags.
"Not to worry," Clyde replied, "Sharon drew me a really great map. She called just before you buzzed. She has his apartment staked out and he's home. I've got a cellular phone and she'll call if he leaves before we get there. Everything is under control. You might want to go to the bathroom before we leave."
"No, I was so nervous I must have emptied everything out of my system before I left home." She giggled, "I think I'm as empty as I could be. I know this is the most nervous I've ever been."
"Don't worry about a thing. Get ready and I'll have you down the chimney and into Brad's arms before you know what hit you," he flashed those big white teeth again.
Amber nodded and began to undress. Slipping her coat off of her bare shoulders, exposing her muscular shoulders and breasts heavy with excitement and the chill she placed it directly into the plastic bag. Bending over to untie her shoes and slip them off she turned away from Clyde, so she missed his thoroughly appreciative gaze at her round rump and the way he licked his lips. She placed her shoes in the bag and wiggled out of her jeans. Her breasts and buttocks wiggling against each other as she shimmied briefly to get her jeans down. Amber put her jeans in the bag and pulled the drawstrings tight and tied them in a bow. She handed it to Clyde. She couldn't help but notice now that he was appraising her very closely. She shivered and crossed her arms over her chest, which only made her breasts bulge upwards a bit.
"Sharon said you were very fit but you are really in great shape! You must be the fittest young woman I've ever delivered." Clyde flashed his grin again.
"Well, yes, I work out a lot," Amber replied, relieved that he was admiring her for her fitness, one athlete to another, rather than as a sex object. She stepped to "her" bag and pulled it up to her chest, feeling relieved to be covered once more.
"Writing open me first on your thigh is a lot smarter than a card," Clyde observed.
"Well, I thought about what Sharon said about getting scratched by the jewelry and decided that a scratch from a card could be just as bad."
"OK, squat down a little and turn around, so your face won't be against my back." Amber did as requested. The soft fur in the bag enveloped her and brushed her skin all over, tickling her nipples, bare toes and feet and bottom, she felt a sudden surge of wetness between her thighs. Her face reddened as she smelled her own arousal. Oh my God, thought Amber, Brad better be ready for me, I hope I can wait for him. Suddenly the enveloping fur of the bag seemed like a GREAT idea. She wiggled slowly as she settled into the bag. God it felt Soooooo good!
"Comfy?" Clyde inquired.
"Oh yea. God this feels so great!"
"Just relax, and leave the driving to me."
Amber opened her mouth to reply when the world suddenly went black.
Clyde picked up the sack containing the naked young woman easily and carried it and the trash bag of her clothes down the stairs and out of the building. He deposited the clothes in the clothing charity box at the corner and walked to his van. Once in the van, he padlocked the bag shut. Climbed up to the driver's seat and started the van and pulled away into the night. It was a longish drive, but he amused himself by saying "ho, ho, ho," and chuckling.
Cold and pain in her head and arms and shoulders were her first awareness. Then a nauseating twisting feeling-- as though she were falling but holding still. Amber cracked her eyes open and saw dark red and light vertical stripes. Slowly she realized it was her hair in her face. She tried to shake her head, but the back of her head felt like it was about to explode. She gasped with pain and felt her self sway back and forth a little bit. A strong odor of soup came to her and her stomach growled. A strange thought came to her 'I can't feel my hands.' She supposed she should be upset, but it was too confusing. Slowly she rolled her head around and cleared the hair from her face. It was warm and humid here. She was almost sweating. The odor of soup was strong. She gazed about and realized with a start that Sharon was standing across the room. It took her several moments to realize who she was because she was naked! 'I'm naked too,' Amber thought. This wasn't surprising, 'Why am I not surprised' she wondered fuzzily to herself. 'If that's Sharon, then the big naked guy must be Clyde?' She blinked several times trying to make sense of this. There were other naked people around, several seemed to be arguing over the hot tub. But no one was in it. Amber's stomach growled again. Sharon looked up to see Amber looking at her.
"Hey everybody, look who's waking up for dinner," Sharon announced. The argument at the hot tub broke off, and several people laughed. Amber continued to look puzzled.
"Ahhaa," Amber tried to speak, clearing her throat, "Sharon, get me down please. This hurts." The effort of speaking was harder than it should have been. Amber's mind cleared enough to realize that she was hanging by her hands, which were tied together, as were her ankles. She looked down and focused on her feet, seeing what she had vaguely felt, the plastic cuff ties holding her limbs together. She looked up to see another set of ties around her wrists looped over a large hook. Her hands looked funny colored. "Sharon, my hands, please, get me down now!"
Sharon looked at her with an odd mixture of anticipation and pity. "Don't worry about your hands Amber. They don't have much meat on them. Anyway, yours are pretty callused from the volleyball. So they'll be waste." She smiled a toothy smile. Amber had thought Sharon's smile one of her nicer features, until now.
"Get. Me. Down. NOW!" the effort of shouting made her head hurt. "This isn't funny. I'm in pain. Now let me DOWN. NOW!"
"Well I suppose we could let you down. Do you think a nice soak in the pot, er tub would help your poor arms?" Sharon asked sweetly.
"Damn it! Just get me down and give me my clothes and I'm out of here." Amber was angry and very conscious of being naked.
"How about some soup, hmm? It does smell awfully good and your stomach is giving you away." Amber's stomach growled right on cue. "Just a taste and then you'll be on your way," Sharon smiled again.
"Okay, Okay, just let me down."
Finally Clyde and another man came over and hoisted her slightly and set her down on her feet. Amber immediately fell over. Her feet were swollen and felt as though she had stepped on hot coals. They picked her up and carefully dusted her off. Sharon came over and began to wash her off with a damp cloth. Then the two men picked her up and carried her over towards the hot tub. Amber began to squirm.
"Undo my hands and feet now please."
Clyde looked at Sharon. Sharon smiled and walked over holding a pair of wire cutters. Amber leaned forward bringing her hands closer to her feet so that Sharon could clip the ties. Sharon whipped out another tie and cinched her hands to her feet!. Amber was hogtied. The two men walked into the hot tub carrying the twisting Amber. They placed her head into a slight depression on the edge of the tub and allowed her feet to touch the bottom of the tub. A strap was fastened around her head.
Realization that the soup smell was coming from the hot tub hit Amber as she recognized the soft touches she felt on her arms and legs were from the vegetables in the soup!
"Nooooooooooo, you said I could go. Please let me go. I won't tell anyone. Please Oh Please. Sharon, you're my friend. Please I want to go home. Please Oh God please." Amber began to cry, her tears adding salt to the soup. She felt hands on her hips and a dull pressure on her pussy.
"Little pig, little pig, let me in," said a bass voice, "It's Santa Claus, ho ho ho." Clyde thrust into her as he said the last ho. He began to work his cock in and out of her as he held her soup slicked thighs. Amber's neck hurt, but her body began to accept him. She cried and felt herself moving deep inside towards orgasm. She felt a spasm in Clyde's cock and sperm washed up into her. Another man took his place, and another.
The soup began to get hotter, 'or is that me' thought Amber. Someone was ladling soup over her back. As she twitched in response to the hot liquid, the men thrusting into her encouraged her. Amber couldn't move much or her neck would hurt. The soup and sex continued to baste her internally and externally. She was slippery with hot soup and vegetables on the outside. Her pussy was filled to overflowing with the sperm of many men. The sperm floated in clouds in the soup and when ladled over her ran in sticky strings. Amber was rocked internally from the sex as her body betrayed her and went into a prolonged orgasm.
Sharon got down on the floor in front of her. She leaned in and kissed her deeply on the mouth as Amber tried to gasp for breath. "Well dear it's getting a little too hot for comfort for the boys. Clyde? Do her again." Sharon looked into Amber's eyes. "Amber, Amber, delicious sweet innocent Amber."
Amber felt Clyde's big hands on her hips for a moment, steadying her as he thrust into her. This time he did not withdraw his cock. Instead he took his hands off of her. Then he thrust forward with all of his strength snapping her neck and letting her body fall slackly into the soup. Sharon undid the straps holding her head and pushed the limp lifeless body into the swirling soup.