VICTIMISED: The Builder
It’s a chilly day and the builders working on a new office block have little to cheer them except the occasional fag and cup of coffee. Duncan finds it difficult to stand all day up on the scaffolding with the drizzly wind penetrating his clothes and chilling him to the bones. He slips down as often as possible to check out if any of the sexy women from the nearby buildings are strutting past on their way to pick up fresh lattes. He’s a known sleaze-bag and the women often hurry past as he hollers out his lewd comments.
Rebekah and Ellen walk down the street, their heels clicking loudly on the damp pavement. Both are intent on finding someone fresh and stupid.
Duncan rubs his hands together to warm them and spots the two innocent looking ladies chatting merrily as they pass by.
He sizes them up and decides they must be young and sweet, probably off to the shopping centre a few blocks away.
“Hey girls! Cold as fuck, ain’t it? Any chance I could warm my hands between your thighs?” he says making the women stop in their tracks.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Ellen says. The girls giggle as if his crass behaviour has shocked them.
“I do know a way you could get warmed up though,” Rebekah says suggestively. “Around the corner we’re conducting a test about… erm… extreme sexual habits of men.”
“Fuck me. A sex test? I’m hornier than your average man, darlin’. But I’m up for it,” he says eyeing her tits.
“Wonderful!” Ellen exclaims. “We’re particularly interested in strong men who can take heavy treatment.”
“I’m like iron love, don’t you worry about me,” he says confidently.
“Great, our interview room is just around the corner,” Rebekah says. Duncan glances around. He wonders if he can get away with slipping away from his work for a couple of hours.
“You sure you two can handle me? I’ve been known to satisfy five birds at once,” he lies.
“We are new at this and don't know much about extreme male sexual behaviour,” Ellen lies as well. “So you’ll have to be patient while we feel our way through it.”
“Darlin’ I’ve seen and done everything. Don’t you worry,” he says eyeing them up and down. "Just what are you planning to ask me anyway?"
“Oh, it’s a surprise!” Ellen says teasingly. “And it’ll include a little hands on activity as well.”
He follows the women, hanging back a little to get a view of their wiggling arses.
‘Fuck me!’ he thinks. ‘These two are gagging for me. I’m going to explode being sandwiched between them.’
He salivates staring at their rears and imagines sliding his cold hands between their arse cheeks where it’s toasty and warm.
They are aware of him ogling them shamelessly. They want him extremely sexually excited and up for it when they get him alone, without anyone knowing where he’s gone to.
“Looks like your place still needs some work,” Duncan jokes with them as the women lead him in. “I better come round more often.”
Duncan feels like this must be some kind of dream. This sort of thing has never happened to him. He’s determined to make the most of it, whatever these girls have up their sleeves.
He can’t wait to watch these girls strip for him, down to their lacy underwear. Or maybe they aren’t wearing any panties at all.
“Shall we get started girlies,” he says smugly. “A few questions to begin,” Rebekah says.
“How often do you masturbate?” she asks sizing him up.
“Me? Don’t need to wank much. Not with all the girls I meet,” he lies.
“Oh I’m sure,” Ellen says. “But do things ever get kinky? For instance, does anyone ever get tied up?”
Duncan gives a husky laugh thinking how dirty this girl is. “We’re interested in really extreme sexual practices and total submission,” Ellen emphasizes.
He quickly makes up some stories on the spot. “There was this one girl, a real nasty little bitch, who begged me to tie her up with rope. I shoved my dick in her mouth and then her ass. She kept screaming for me to do it harder. She was a dirty whore.”
“We are more interested in knowing if you’ve ever been tied up,” Rebekah clarifies.
“Oh I see,” he laughs. “Turnin’ the tables eh? You saucy minx!” “That’s right,” Ellen says. “Here... let’s really turn them.”
She takes his hard hat while Duncan smiles broadly thinking these girls must be joking.
“You girls want to tie me up!? This’ll make for a nice change.”
Rebekah tugs his reflective vest off. The girls grinning excitedly having this idiot man all to themselves.
Duncan feels a little nervous and doesn’t know what to expect. These girls must be playing though and he’s very turned on as he expects to be fucking them any minute now.
“I’m going to tie your arse up bitch,” Ellen says imitating his voice.
Rebekah likes how he laughs in response, thinking that Ellen’s joking when she’s not. He really doesn't have a clue.
“Let’s get this experiment underway,” she says licking her lips and feeling his arms.
He laughs and plays along, “I’m all yours girls. Take me!”
“I think it’s stupid how builders hide under so many frumpy ugly clothes,” Rebekah declares. “When we’re expected to wear tight, skimpy outfits. You look like a perfect slob.”
“You don’t need these clothes,” Ellen says threateningly.
“Hey, it’s cold out there. A man’s gotta keep warm,” Duncan smiles.
“Not to worry. We know exactly how to increase your body heat.”
“First things first. Off with this,” Rebekah insists. The women grab at his heavy work shirt and practically tear it off.
Rebekah silently approaches him carrying rope, not even asking if it’s alright if his hands are tied. “You ladies sure you know what you’re doing?” he jokes nervously.
“I like this,” Ellen says. “Makes me feel powerful. You must feel very tough up there working with your metal and tools.”
“Yeah I guess,” he laughs feeling unhinged by the way the girl is tightly tying his hands behind his back.
They’ve got him right where they want him. The smallest whiff of sex and he comes following with his tongue hanging out. The moron has no clue what he’s in for.
“Hey now… that’s erm… a little tight,” he says hesitantly.
The girls smile at each other as if silently communicating something.
Rebekah smiles broadly and expertly ties a knot that she knows he won’t be able to undo.
“Do you think you can completely surrender control?” she asks. “Give your body over completely to us?”
Duncan’s heart is racing and his stomach feels funny. But he puts on a brave face. “Sure, take me and use me you dirty bitches.”
He tells himself this is all fun. It’ll be something wild to tell the boys about back on site… how he screwed a couple of wild crazy girls.
The women pull open his shirt grinning excitedly at his hairy chest.
He swallows hard feeling pinned between the two women who are smiling so confidently.
They rip open his shirt so quickly it makes him jump.
They greedily look at his naked torso while tearing back his shirt.
Ellen pulls out a pair of scissors. It’s much easier and faster to get clothes off from a man this way.
“You girls don’t mess around, eh?” he says starting to feel much more uncomfortable.
He barks at Rebekah as if he’s a chained dog. It feels very important for him to keep acting tough and like he’s enjoying this game.
The girls laugh, but not with his joke. They laugh at what a stupid cunt he is, thinking this is all a game when in fact it’s not a game at all.
“Careful not to cut too close,” Duncan says.
Rebekah snips the scissors in the air as if she has no intention of stopping. "That chest could use a trim, couldn't it?" Ellen says.
Rebekah leans in closer snapping the scissors threateningly at him. He struggles to pull his arms out of their binding, wanting to push her back. But he’s firmly tied and there’s nothing he can do.
“Hey watch it,” he says growing angry and very scared.
The women lean in close to him and laugh uproariously. Duncan’s head buzzes in alarm. They have him exactly how they want him.
Duncan's hopes for a lunchtime knee-trembler are still high, although things aren't exactly going how he's run them through in his mind. But he's certain that if he plays along with these birds he'll have his hands in their knickers - if they're wearing any - and one or both of them will be sucking him off in no time all. He knows their types: dirty slags.
“This’ll have to go,” says Rebekah, teasing the skin around his nipple with the sharp edge of the scissors.
“all this hair I mean,” she says, snipping away at his dark chest hair.
“Very funny ladies,” he says desperately trying to hide the feelings of dread now welling up inside him, “but I think I should probably be getting off soon.”
“No chance of that,” laughs Ellen, “I think you’re going to be tied up for a while. Besides, there’s much more excitement to come.”
Rebekah expertly binds Duncan’s arms, pulling the rope tight to keep her captive under control.
“No way. You’re having a fucking laugh!” he says nervously as Ellen produces a nipple clamp.
“Watch your language - there are ladies present. Now pipe down you fucker and take it like a man.”
Duncan tries to resist but her grip is firm and she pinches the device securely in place.
He attempts to resist but the women are too powerful for him
Ellen tweaks his already sensitive nipples as Rebekah adds a flourish to the restraining ropes behind his back.
“Seriously love,” he says, “this has been a right laugh but the lads on the site are expecting me back any minute. I’d really love to stay but I’ve got work to do…”
"If you could untie me now..." His pleas fall on deaf ears as Ellen merely smiles at him and gently shakes her head, revelling in the power she has over this brash and stupid man.
“Ah, come on!” he says as he sees Rebekah approach with yet more rope
Ellen looks into his eyes, “You wouldn’t want to leave before all the good stuff happens would you?”
“The good stuff is just about to get started,” she says, toying with the buckle of his belt.
Duncan’s not sure he likes the way she's handling his belt and nervous thoughts dance through his mind. But he went with these birds on the off-chance of getting a hand-job or a blow-job out of one of them and he’ll be fucked if he leaves without getting what he deserves.
“So ladies,” he says, trying to turn on the charm and attempting to push the blow job angle, “looks like you might be preparing to release the beast, well he’s ready for you.”
Ellen squats down and takes a good look at his lunchbox. “The beast must be freed,” says Rebekah, mocking him. “From where I am it looks like it’s trying to find its own way out,” laughs Ellen.
“What the fuck!” he shouts as Ellen begins cutting through the leg of his jeans, "I need these trousers for work."
"I'm freeing the beast!” she laughs.
“Hold still", Ellen commands him, “we don’t want to end up with an endangered species.” “At least not yet,” adds Rebekah darkly.
With well practised dexterity Ellen tears through his jeans with the scissors.
“Nice pants,” Rebekah mocks, “a present from your mother?”
“Shall we see if the wee beastie wants to come out and play? “ she asks. Duncan struggles to respond, the gravity of the situation finally hitting him.
“She asked you a question,” snaps Ellen.
“Answer me you shit,” says Rebekah, pulling his chain and turning him to face the wall.
“Don’t ignore us,” Rebekah says. “all we want is for you to say yes or no.”
Before he has chance to respond Ellen swings his belt against him. “Answer this!”
“Aagh!” he screams as the belt whacks him across his backside.
“Yes,” he says, “do whatever the fuck you want.”
“Don’t be like that,” she says, “we just want to have some fun with you.”
“I wonder if the beast is ready to come and play,” she says, easing the sharp scissors into the opening of his y-fronts.
Feeling the cold serrated metal scraping against his genitals fills Duncan with a very real sense of dread and causes him to take a sharp intake of breathe. “Careful,” he urges.
Rebekah grabs a handful of material and drags the scissors along his cock making him flinch.
Fear shoots through Duncan’s body as the scissors shred his underwear and touch off his skin.
“And with the cutting of this ribbon I declare this momentus event well and truly underway.”
His cock and balls spring free of their confinement.
“This is the mighty beast!” laughs Ellen, sinking to her knees, “I think we’ve been misled.”
“You’re right,” says Rebekah, “not exactly ferocious is it, “perhaps we have to make it angry first.”
“Shall I give it a little smack,” says Rebekah. Dumb Duncan laughs along, not really getting the joke.
Rebekah swings her hand down as if to smack him but stops short; much to Duncan’s relief and instead strokes the tip of his cock with her fingertips.
She grabs his penis, holding him firmly within her grip. Duncan thinks to himself that his moment has come and that any second now he’ll be feeling her warm soft lips on the end of his cock.
Rebekah gives his cock a vicious little tug.
Then gives it a hard flick.
“Ow, shit!” Duncan winces.
“Just take it bitch!” laughs Ellen.
Rebekah lets fly with an almighty punch to Duncan's balls leaving him doubled up and in agony.
“So much for the beast!"
“Fuck you!” he spits.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, ... some fucking?” Ellen says.
"Well from where I'm standing ..."
“... you’re well and truly fucked!”
At the start of the day Duncan thought he had a handle on the way of the world. Men ruled the planet and women, well they were just here for the benefit of the men weren't they?<br/>Cooking, cleaning, fingering and fucking - that's he'd ever thought they were worth.<br/><br/>Ellen and Rebekah are doing their bit to enlighten this throwback to the dark ages.<br/>How will he see things this time tomorrow?
“Look ladies, this is going too far, I thought we were coming back here for a bit of fun and … ”
“We know what you think. All the women in the area get to know exactly what you think each time they're unfortunate enough to have to walk past that building site of yours.”
“Alright Darlin',” she mimics, “any chance I could warm my hands between your thighs? – Sound familiar?”
The fact is that you're pretty much a worthless shite who’s not fit to lick our shoes.” “I am, I am,” he protests fearfully. “Well fucking get on with it then!”
He rolls naked on the grimy floor giving Ellen a pefect view of his cock and asshole.
“Lick it!”
Duncan stretches as far as he can, feeling the ropes that bind him jutting into his exposed flesh.
“That was as an appalling display of tongue action - a complete waste of my time,” she says using her feet to push him towards her friend.
“Fuck you!”
Rebekah won't stand for that kind of verbal and promptly kicks him in the balls, sending pain resonating throughout his entire body.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to dictate who’ll be fucking who,” says Rebekah.
He licks Ellen's shoes like his life depends on it - and as far as he’s concerned it just might.
“Better,” says Ellen, “see, you can improve if you put your mind to it.”
“Perhaps we can change this one,” suggests Rebekah. “Do you want to change Duncan, or do you want to stay the same misogynistic wanker you are right now?” ”What do I have to do?” he asks.
"Perhaps we have something here to help you get in touch with the inner you."
“What the …” Duncan freezes at the sight of the table and the unfamiliar objects on it.
Rebekah laughs at this stupid little man and considers what they’re going to do next.
Some time later and Duncan has been bound with his legs spread.
The women re-enter the room refreshed and full of confidence.
“Duncan, we’ve just saved your bacon. We’ve just phoned your head office and told them that you’ve come home feeling unwell and that you won’t be in for the rest of the week…”
“… so now we can all take our time can’t we?”
“You could at least say thank you, “she says, twisting his nipple until he thanks her.
Ellen strides majestically across the room. She has just the thing to make this woman-hater a little more malleable.
“Duncan, look what we’re going to play with now.”
He’s seen these sort of things on the internet, women stick them up their fannies. He wonders which one of them will be flashing the gash and vibrating themselves to orgasm. ”Who's pussy is that going in?”
Chillingly Ellen says nothing but instead walks behind the shackled man.
“Have you worked it out yet?”
“Blimey, it’s like a jungle back here,” she laughs.
She carefully lines up the metal rod with his asshole.
“prepare to be…” paraphrasing Madonna, “... fucked for the very first time…” sings Rebekah.
She aggressively slides it into his virgin hole causing him to flinch wildly.
She twists and eases the rod higher into him, reaching where he’s never been touched before.
“Fucking hell!” he yells, “get this fucking thing fucking outa me.”
“I think he likes it.”
“I'm certain we can make this moment even more special for him,” says Rebekah.
Ellen reaches down and gets ready to press the button.
“Duncan, you’re going to thank me for this later!”
As she releases the button waves of sharp vibration shoot through his already tender body rendering him breathless.
The girls cackle seeing the power they have over this pitiful man.
The rod pounds rhythmically deeper and deeper up into his arse.
The excruciating pain wracks his body. He's afraid that he could pass out at any moment.
The motion of the machine is touching Duncan in a way he’d never thought possible and against everything he understood about himself he feels himself getting aroused.
“You know, I think this dirty fucker is actually starting to enjoy this,” says Ellen.
A sudden electrical surge from deep within him almosts knocks Duncan off his feet much to the amusement of the two women.
He howls as the machine pulsing away inside him is becoming almost too much to bear.
“Aaaaaaagh!”
“You’re right, he’s definitely getting off on this…”
“He’s enjoying himself a bit too much, if he does this much longer he'll be spraying spunk everywhere.”
“Yeah, look at him – you can bet that he’s never felt anything like this before. You’d better put an end to it.”
Ellen swiftly withdraws the pole from his arse causing him to judder in yet more pain.
Exhausted, Duncan fights to regain his breath.
“And to think we’re only just getting started,” considers Ellen.
Hours have passed since Duncan stupidly followed the two women into the warehouse hoping for some action. He's got action all right, just not the action he wanted.<br/><br/>Duncan has no idea what the women have in mind and grows ever more frightened. Nobody knows he's there and worse still nobody will miss him if he never gets out.
On the rare occasions that Duncan actually got his hands on a womans chest - usually when they were too drunk or stoned to resist - he'd take the opportunity to give their nipples a good tweak. He's always assumed they liked it - until now.
“Duncan dear ...” says Rebekah with mock tenderness, “... hold still. I believe my friend is about to kick you firmly in the balls.”
“No, please … I’ll do any …”
Ellen swings in with a cracking right-foot smash right into his nuts.
Her foot torpedos into his sensitive groin.
“Fu… “ is all he can manage in response before crumbling forwards.
“Your turn.” says Ellen, “Enjoy.”
Duncan struggles to cope with the pain, completely overwhelmed by the power and prowess of the woman keeping him from tumbling to the ground.
“Any last requests?” cackles Ellen.
Not being able to see what's happening chills Duncan to the core.
Rebekah’s foot rattles into his testicles, flooding Duncan’s body with intense and unrelenting pain.
“I think it’s high time we got the bucket. Poor little Duncan must be busting for a slash.” Duncan nods, still finding it hard to catch his breath yet alone speak.
“You’re so thoughtful,“ says Rebekah, reaching up to a button just above her. ”Let’s allow our guest some relief.”
Duncan is troubled by the metal object Rebekah is lowering towards him.
“One bucket, just for you.” Duncan is so grateful to this woman for thinking kindly of him. "Thank you, thank you so much," he whimpers.
“But first we need to tie it up to make it accessible for you.” The women hoist the bucket into position just in front of Duncan. ”We’re gonna need to tie the end of the rope to something…”
Realisation dawns on Duncan and he braces himself for the inevitable fresh bout of pain he’s about to receive.
Without fuss Rebekah sets about fastening the suspended bucket to Duncan’s balls.
Duncan trembles with trepidation as Rebekah pulls the loop through and leans back to admire her knot work.
The ladies are back at the table and have both found what they are looking for. Duncan sees what they have and realises what they are about to do. ”No, please no.”
The ladies approach their captive armed and ready to play.
“This is going to fuckin’ hurt,” mutters Duncan.
The ladies start shooting water into the bucket causing Duncan's cock and balls to be pulled sharply upwards.
Duncan's bladder can hold back no more and in seconds the bucket is made just that little bit heavier.
Duncan sighs with tremendous relief. His need for a piss sated he’s only got to deal with the nut wrenching pain of the rope wrapped around his testicles.
Ellen bursts out laughing at the sight of this man actually contributing to his own discomfort.
“I’m all out – shall we get back to our survey now?”
“Survey?”
The women return clutching clipboards and proceed to start questioning the bewildered Duncan.
“There’s only a few questions. Tell me, has your experience here today changed your perception of women and power?”
“Jeezus lady, I’ve been beaten, pinch, slapped and fucked by a big metal stick. I’ve got a half full bucket of water and piss tied to my knob and you want to know whether I’ve … what was it … changed my perception? I’m not answering any questions. Just fuck off and let me out of here! ”
“Oh dear, there’s no need to be nasty. That wasn’t the response we were looking for. I’m afraid you’ve just ruined our experiment!” Ellen snaps. She rips the front page from her clipboard and deposits it in the bucket.
“Are you happy now?” She asks.
“Might as well throw this away too,” she says in well feigned anger, aggressively thrusting her clipboard into the bucket.
Rebekak drops her clipboard in too. “Little point in me carrying on either.” Duncan cries out as the bucket pulls ever stronger on his bollocks.
“This may as well go in too ... ”
Duncan winces as the chain adds to the weight of the bucket.
Duncan is shocked and terrified to see the lady next to him clutching a large mallet. ”What to do now Duncan?”
Duncan pulls away but in doing so tightens the knot around his nuts.
"Please stop," he begs. “Look Duncan, this is simple. You’re here because you’re a twisted little perv who gets his kicks harassing members of the opposite sex. We’re here to teach you a lesson. I was hoping you’d have learnt it by now but as you haven’t ...”
“... you're gonna have to stay here until you do!” she says, dropping the mallet into the bucket.
The ladies howl with laughter as Duncan screams out in agony.
“Fuck it,” says Rebekah, still laughing. “let’s get out of here and let this wanker stew for a while.”
“Wait, I’ll change. I've changed. I’ll be different in future, I promise. I’ll show more respect, anything ... please...”
His pleas fall on deaf ears.
The ladies have gone and Duncan is all alone. He’s not sure how much more of this he can take. As loud as he can muster he screams one word. A word that will go unheard. “Help!”
Duncan hangs secured and suspended by his ankles in the cold dank warehouse, slipping in and out of conciousness, unsure whether any of the events he's experienced today actually happened or whether it just been some sort of bizarre nightmare. Unfortunately for Duncan it's real. All too real.
“Time to wake up, lover boy.”
“I know what’ll spark him back to life,” says Rebekah.
Rebekah gives his arse a few hard slaps, shocking the dumb builder and making him yelp in pain.
He moans helplessly, his arse burning and sore. "That's done the trick," says Ellen enthusiastically.
“Now he’s fully awake, shall we play?”
“Feel better after your little nap?”
“We know you thought you were coming here for sex, well we wouldn't want you leave disappointed would we …”
Ellen lifts her skirt to reveal a garish pink strap-on.
She stares at his inviting hole, all puckered up and waiting to be fucked.
She takes her time lining up her target.
She rams into him, taking his breath away.
Deeper and deeper she pushes into him.
“Fuck!” screams Duncan. Rebekah holds him firmly in place while he pointlessly struggles.
Rebekah yanks Duncan’s head back and effortless shoves a huge black dildo into his dumbstruck mouth.
“Is this what you expected you would be doing to me?” She snipes, "How the fuck do you like it?"
Ellen is having the time of her life fucking the living daylights out of this excuse for a man.
“Let’s roast this fucker!” laughs Rebekah.
The girls fuck him harder and faster revelling in their control over this insignificant little man. Duncan feels himself start to gag..."
The pain is so acute and horrific, he feels hot acidic fluid rise up his throat and spew from his mouth.
“You sick fuck,” berates Rebekah, “what did you do that for – spoiling our fun like that.”
Ellen is furious that this insignificant piece of detritus has interrupted her enjoyment but nevermind…
Without warning she rams a butt plug into him.
She jams it firmly into his tight arsehole ignoring his pleas.
“Make sure it’s in tight.” ”What the fuck is going on?” Duncan asks.
Ellen slams it flush against his cheeks causing Duncan to yelp pathetically with pain.
“Stop your damn snivelling!”
“I think it’s time we let Duncan do something to earn his freedom,” declares Rebekah. Ellen nods knowingly in approval.
Rebekah unties his hands much to the amusement of her co-conspirator.
"Wank for us!"
Duncan starts stroking and tugging at his cock.
“I can’t…” he says feebily.
“Yes, you fucking will!” says Rebekah while Ellen lowers the hoist, "Now come for us!"
“Grab that cock of yours and pump away until we say so and then maybe, just maybe you’ll be walking out that door in just a few minutes.”
Nervously Duncan begins fucking his hand.
The women stare excitedly as sperm sprays onto his hairy stomach and chest.
Duncan looks down hoping that this will have satisfied the girls, that he’ll be allowed to leave and return to his pitiful little life where he'll never harrass another woman ever again.
“What are you doing?” asks Duncan. “We’re setting you free,” lies Rebekah.
Ellen presses the button sending Duncan spinning into the air.
“No!” screams Duncan, “you’re setting me free – you promised.”
The girls ignore his protests and lower him into the packing crate.
“We are setting you free,” smiles Ellen, “I hear Gdansk is lovely this time of year. I understand they’re on the look out for experienced builders!”
"We better make sure they know what kind of builder you are ... whether you're up to the job so to speak."
The ladies lift the heavy lid into place.
Duncan cowers as he is shut away from the light.
He is defeated, he is a broken man.
Ellen secures the lid making certain that Duncan is well and truly boxed up tight.
"Fancy a drink?" asks Ellen. "My shout," replies Rebekah, "you've worked so hard today." They exit without so much as a word or a thought in Duncan's direction.
Duncan kicks and thrashes as panic overcomes him. Shouting and screaming out for anyone who might hear him. His unanswered cries and futile attempts to free himself continue long into the night. Long after the girls have finished their drinks and gone home to their soft comfortable beds.
