~It was Raven who got the panties last, at the end of a long and eventful month for the magical underwear, and what an ending it makes...~
For weeks, I watched that tape of that mysterious tattooed girl fucking me in Sale-Mart over and over again, and it made me cum three or four times a piece. Wait'll you see it. But I so wished I could find that girl again. I looked out for her, but she never came back to the store, and nobody I asked knew her. I needed to pay her back for what she did to me. Or maybe I wanted to do it again.
By about the fourth week, I'd given up trying to find her again and just concentrated on my video work. My parents were spending the summer in Wisconsin visiting family, so I decided to take advantage of the situation and do some re-decorating. I set up a dungeon in the basement with all my bondage gear and video cameras. I figured I'd be ready for when Cindy came back. I'd make that tiny little bitch scream until it woke up the neighbors. You know how I love to make Cindy scream.
But one afternoon, I was screwing some chains onto the ceiling when I heard the doorbell ring. Went upstairs and looked through the peephole. Guess who was standing on my doorstep? That's right, it was Tattoo Girl. I almost didn't recognize her. Instead of the all-black getup, she wore a grey Quik-Ship uniform, gray shorts that run up high on her thighs and a tight gray shirt that just barely poked out over her little titties. But I would know that jet-black hair, little nose, and big blue eyes anywhere, thanks to the video she gave me. She carried a large box under one arm and a clipboard in the other. I could see a white Quik-Ship van idling on the curb.
This was too good to be true. In seconds, I had my plan all laid out. I rushed down the basement stairs two-at-a-time, grabbed a pair of handcuffs, and jumped back up to the first floor. I took my place behind the front door, unlocked it, and pulled it open so the door would hide me as it opened.
I called out, "Come on in. Be right there, I just need to put something on."
The girl walked into the foyer, glancing around at the June Cleaver decorations. Before she could turn around, I kicked the door shut behind her. My hand whipped out to snap one of the cuffs onto the wrist holding the package. The box tumbled onto the floor. As she looked down at it in surprise, I yanked on the dangling cuff to twist her arm behind her back.
Using her arm wrenched behind her back like a handle, I slammed the girl up against the wall. Her face hit the wall, followed by her chest which expelled a grunt of breath. The girl struggled to twist herself loose, but I had too much practice for that. The more she struggled, the more I would twist her arm up until she let out a gasp of pain and froze. Only then did I relax my grip.
With her cheek mashed up against the wall, the girl's tiny lips squirmed around her words as she yelled, "Hey, what is this?"
I grabbed her other arm and snapped the other cuff onto it. With her secured, I leaned over so she could see me. "Remember me, bitch?"
Her eyes widened. "Oh, shit."
"Yeah, I thought you would. Thought you could fuck me like that and get away with it? It's a small town. I knew I'd run into you eventually. And I got payback."
I grabbed her by the back of her neck and shoved her down to the floor. She landed on her stomach, gasping and trying to squirm up, but unable to get leverage with her arms cuffed behind her back. I stepped on her back to pin her to the floor.
"Let's see what brought you to me." I picked up the box and tore it open. I knew what it was before I even saw the contents, because the whiff of your hot pussies drifted out at me. But I still dug around inside until I found, wrapped in tissue paper, the magic red panties.
I held them up in the air, watching the lace ripple as the panties swung back and forth. "Oh, baby, you are magic. Thank you for making my dream come true."
The girl began to wriggle under my bare foot, trying to free herself, but only succeeded in giving me a nice view of her little ass bouncing around. "You crazy bitch. Let me go or I'll call the cops."
I braced my knee on her back to keep her pinned down and leaned down to bring my face close to hers, so close that I could see the tiny hole in her left nostril from her missing nosering. "Nice try. That only works once. How would your boss like to see your little video performance? Think that might affect your nice cushy delivery job? Yeah, two can play at that game. You're in my castle now, and I make the rules. What's your name?"
Her ice-blue eyes narrowed.
I ran the nail on my index finger down her cheek, leaving a reddened streak on her skin next to her mouth. Her mouth tightened in pain. "I said, what's your name?"
"Krystal," the girl snarled.
"Well, Krystal, you will call me Mistress. Do you understand?"
She glared at me.
I reached down and gave one of her slender butt-cheeks a slap. The cheek was so firm that it bounced only once. "I said, do you understand?"
"Yes, mistress," she hissed.
"Good. We're gonna have some fun."
I ran my hands down the curves of her back, feeling the spine arch under me. Her skin felt so smooth and soft. I brushed my fingertips over the legs of her spider tattoo and felt the muscles of her back quiver. It wasn't a quiver of fear or anger, but of pleasure. I could feel the change in her manner. Her desires were overwhelming her anger. She was beginning to like it.
Her breathing quickened as I reached her shorts. I slipped a hand under her waist to find the button and snap it loose. She began to twist herself away, but couldn't stop me from taking hold of the cuffs of her shorts and yanking them down her slender legs to her ankles. Her little ass popped out at me with the cheeks jiggling around a black thong. The spider tattoo became fully visible and I took a moment to admire it. The legs curved down to stroke each cheek of her firm butt.
I traced the spider's legs with my fingers, and felt her shudder under my heel. It wasn't a shudder of fear or anger anymore, but of sensuality. I could tell from the way her back arched and goosebumps prickled under my fingers that she was getting turned on, despite her best efforts. I reached the point where her cheeks curved down to her thighs and gave each one a smack with my palm. She jumped. Her flesh turned a shade of pink for a moment in the shape of my hand before fading back to normal.
"Very nice," I whispered. "I told you I liked that tattoo."
Krystal glared up at me. "And I said I didn't ask."
"You'd better make up your mind to please me. I can be a good mistress...or I can be a bad mistress. And you don't want me to be bad. Now get up."
I took my knee off her back and got to my feet. I watched her wriggle herself around onto her back, then sit up and push off. She had a hard time getting up with her shorts around her ankles and hands cuffed behind her back, but managed it, and I enjoyed the view.
I pointed at the basement door. "March. That way."
She looked at the dark doorway, shot me a curious and fearful look, then hobbled down the hallway to the basement. While she made her way to it, I dropped and stepped out of my sweatpants. I wasn't wearing underwear, so I could slip the red panties onto my naked crotch. Tugging the soft lace onto my hips made me feel even sexier, especially knowing that you girls had worn it before. I could smell all of you, along with pine, seasalt, and perfume. I couldn't wait to read the stories about the panties' adventures, but first I had business to take care of.
I followed her down the stairs into my makeshift dungeon. Her eyes widened at the sight of all the equipment I had down there. And I thought she quivered again.
She watched me with eyes that grew wide with fear and confusion as I took hold of the chain linking the handcuffs together. I used the chain to yank her over to the wall. She tried to brace her feet, but I was too strong for that little stick. Krystal tried to pin her arms down, but once again I got the better of her. I wrenched her arms up until I could hook the handcuffs' chain onto a hook on the ceiling. It forced her to stretch up as far as she could, and even then the toes of her sneakers barely touched the floor.
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