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The Picky One
- Joined
- Jul 31, 2009
- Location
- East Coast, USA
Alanah Ojo is currently passed out in a bedroom of a male dorm room. Ever since she started college, all she has been doing is party, but she may have partied a little too much this time around. She’s on her knees with her left side resting against the mattress, sitting there drooling a little while surrounded by empty beer cans. Men she has never seen before enter the room, and even while she’s as defenseless as she is, they could easily take advantage of the situation, but instead of violating her right then and there, she’s stuffed into a bag and dragged out of the building of drunken students.
Several hours later, finally begins to stir, groaning and weakly opening her hazy eyes. She winces as she opens her eyes, getting blind by the light shining from the ceiling. “Nmmm… What time is it…” She groans out, feeling quite the headache due to the amount of alcohol she consumed. She wasn’t planning on drinking so much, but for some reason, some of the people around her continued to insist she drink more. Not wanting to be a drag, she just continued on with the flow of things.
Because she’s lying on a bed, she assumes she’s back in her dorm room, but a look of confusion quickly forms on her face when she tries to move. “Wh-What is this…?” She mutters as she tries to move her hands from above her head, finding it impossible to do so. When her eyes finally focus, she sees that there are paddle leather shackles around her wrists which are wrapped around one of the metal poles of the bed post. Looking down, she can see that her ankles are given the same treatment, but pulled back so that she’s in a spread eagle, missionary position.
“W-What the fuck?! What the fuck is going on?!” She yells out, trying to move from where she lies, looking quite panicked and confused. Letting her eyes get a good look around, she now obviously sees that she isn’t in her own room. In fact, it looks like a small hotel room. Looking to her left, she can see a window with the blinds and shades closed as well as a door next to it. To the right, she can see a door leading into a bathroom and another that goes into a closet. Looking down towards the foot of the bed, she sees dresser drawers as well as a small fridge. Glancing down her body, she can see that her top was opened up, exposing her bra claw melons.
She can feel her heart racing while she lies, feeling extremely freaked out. She opens her mouth and gets ready to yell out again, but only to be interrupted by the sounds of sobbing and moaning coming from the room next to hers. She can also hear what appears to be a bed squeaking and bumping against the wall, but from what she hears coming from a random girl, it doesn’t sound like she’s enjoying herself. Hearing her room door suddenly opening, she quickly turns her head to see who are entering. Because she didn’t hear footsteps coming from outside, she can only assume the room she’s in is sound proof besides the walls connected to the other rooms. “Where the fuck at me?! Who are you?! What is this place?! Let me out of here right now!!” She continues on, looking angry while trying to make demands in the helpless situation.
Several hours later, finally begins to stir, groaning and weakly opening her hazy eyes. She winces as she opens her eyes, getting blind by the light shining from the ceiling. “Nmmm… What time is it…” She groans out, feeling quite the headache due to the amount of alcohol she consumed. She wasn’t planning on drinking so much, but for some reason, some of the people around her continued to insist she drink more. Not wanting to be a drag, she just continued on with the flow of things.
Because she’s lying on a bed, she assumes she’s back in her dorm room, but a look of confusion quickly forms on her face when she tries to move. “Wh-What is this…?” She mutters as she tries to move her hands from above her head, finding it impossible to do so. When her eyes finally focus, she sees that there are paddle leather shackles around her wrists which are wrapped around one of the metal poles of the bed post. Looking down, she can see that her ankles are given the same treatment, but pulled back so that she’s in a spread eagle, missionary position.
“W-What the fuck?! What the fuck is going on?!” She yells out, trying to move from where she lies, looking quite panicked and confused. Letting her eyes get a good look around, she now obviously sees that she isn’t in her own room. In fact, it looks like a small hotel room. Looking to her left, she can see a window with the blinds and shades closed as well as a door next to it. To the right, she can see a door leading into a bathroom and another that goes into a closet. Looking down towards the foot of the bed, she sees dresser drawers as well as a small fridge. Glancing down her body, she can see that her top was opened up, exposing her bra claw melons.
She can feel her heart racing while she lies, feeling extremely freaked out. She opens her mouth and gets ready to yell out again, but only to be interrupted by the sounds of sobbing and moaning coming from the room next to hers. She can also hear what appears to be a bed squeaking and bumping against the wall, but from what she hears coming from a random girl, it doesn’t sound like she’s enjoying herself. Hearing her room door suddenly opening, she quickly turns her head to see who are entering. Because she didn’t hear footsteps coming from outside, she can only assume the room she’s in is sound proof besides the walls connected to the other rooms. “Where the fuck at me?! Who are you?! What is this place?! Let me out of here right now!!” She continues on, looking angry while trying to make demands in the helpless situation.