I guess I have myself to blame, but I think this is over the top all things considered.
I was out with some friends at a bar. A very nice, expensive bar, not the kind of place where I would worry about who I met. A good-looking man, maybe in his forties, sent me and my girlfriends a round of drinks. I talked to him, he seemed nice, and charming, and gracious. He joined me and my friends for an hour or so, and they liked him, too. So when he asked me to go home with him, I didn't think much about it. I went.
He drove me back to a BEAUTIFUL house in Sea Cliff. We walked in from the garage, and I was amazed at how nice this house was. I wasn't destitute, but I also wasn't quite in his tax bracket, either. He poured us two drinks, and we took a tour of the house.
I was already planning to jump him, but he seemed to be taking his time, showing me his home and art collection. The paintings and sculptures were exquisite, and I suspected that most of them were originals. Expensive originals.
The house was huge. Finally, we reached a bedroom and attached bathroom. I walked into the bathroom and was confronted by something truly strange. I literally stopped and stared.
In a large glass-enclosed shower, there were two women. They were standing in an embrace, their faces close together. They were completely naked. Their backs were arched. As I moved closer, I could see that their faces were locked in grimaces of orgasmic pleasure. Also, I could see that they were encased in a clear, solid material. It looked like ice.
"This is one of my favorite pieces. What do you think?" he asked from the door.
"Are they real?"
"Yes."
"Are they dead?"
"Believe it or not, no."
"Really?"
"Look at their faces closely."
Sure enough, when I looked closer, I could see that they were actually moving slightly. In fact, their eyes opened occasionally, and they seemed to be wriggling inside the ice, if that's what it was.
"I think I need to go."
"I'm afraid you'll have to stay."
"I don't really care to end up like this."
"Then you shouldn't have finished that drink."
The empty glass was still in my hand. I was shocked, I realized in that moment that I was in serious trouble. At the same time, I began to feel horny. In spite of my mounting fear, I could feel the wetness appearing between my legs. I realized this was the result of what he had put in my drink.
"Don't worry. I'll take good care of you. I'm told the experience is quite enjoyable."
He took the drink from my hand, and led me into the bedroom. I couldn't speak. I could barely move. I followed him quietly to the bed, and stood dazed as he carefully undressed me. He laid me down on the bed, and ran his hands over my naked body. Everywhere he touched me burned. He gently massaged my breasts, and ran his finger gently over my wet pussy, just barely touching my clitoris. The slight touch nearly gave me an orgasm.
He slowly undressed, looking me over the whole time. His eyes were enough to arouse me, the mix of confidence and lust; he wanted me badly, but at the same time, he knew he had complete control over me. At this point, I had given in to him; there was nothing I could do but enjoy this. It might be my last fuck.
Once he was naked, he knelt on the bed between my legs, and lowered his head to my crotch. He began to lick me, barely touching me with his tongue at first. As he warmed to the task, he forced his tongue deep inside me, and then forcefully sucked on my clit. It was overpowering, even more so since I couldn't move or moan. I was having a string of silent, motionless orgasms.
Finally, he fucked me. He entered slowly, and took his time, exploring every inch of me with his cock. He looked at my face with a mixture of lust and contempt. He owned me, but he also knew I was hot, and his face said as much. The orgasms were amazing. I don't know how long he was inside me, but by the end, I was having one long orgasm. I didn't even realize he had come until he was standing next to me.
"I'm sorry we can't do this again. It was wonderful. I promise you'll have a prominent place here in the house, even if you're not the last girl I bring home."
He lifted me off the bed like a mannequin, and carried me down the hall to another bathroom. He placed me in the shower, opposite the nozzle. I began to feel scared; this was it, the end of the line. I would be frozen in this shower, perhaps permanently. He genly posed me with my hand over my crotch, so that I could at least pleasure myself. He turned the water on. It was warm and felt amazing. He took one long last look, smiled lewdly at me, and left the room. Standing against the wall under the stream of water, I drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke, it was all over. Like the two women I had stumbled upon, I was encased in solid ice. I had a view of the room, including the door, and now I could move my muscles again, so at least I could masturbate. I soon fell into a routine of pleasuring myself as the light in the room changed. From time to time, he would bring home another woman. She would recoil in shock when she saw me, as I had when I first saw the other women, and then he would lead her away to her fate. I don't know how many women he has here, but I've seen at least 5. I don't know how long I've been here, or when I'll be released. All I know is, its not what I expected when I left that bar.
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