50 Shades of Cray (501st x Crusade)

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Christa McKenna sat in front of her mirror and carefully surveyed herself. Large brown eyes, same as always, stared right back at her. She frowned and reached for the eyeliner brush, carefully applying thin lines that would make them stand out against her pale skin.

Perfect.

Next came the muted red of her lipstick, just enough to provide contrast with her skin and serve well in conjunction with the warmer tones of her dark brown hair. Speaking of which...

She selected a comb from her collection and drew it through her silky hair, taming the strands that had been sent awry during the activities earlier that night. It was an easily-maintainable pixie cut, but really it was the principle of the things.

he'd already taken care of her clothes -- a black dress that became see-through around the shoulders, offering a tantalizing hint of her skin. The skirt cut off daringly an inch or two before most would, and she capped off the whole thing with a pair of strappy black heels that emphasized slim ankles and small feet.

She really should do something about the--

A crackling groan cut her off mid-consideration and she brightened considerably.

Oh! Oh! She'd gotten so busy preparing she had nearly forgotten what it was that she'd even been preparing for.

She turned in her seat and bounced out of her room, heading for the basement door.

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The first thing Cameron might notice would probably be the fact that there was an uncomfortable pressure around his wrists, ankles, and his neck, the latter coming with two obnoxious metal protrusions that pressed into his neck. There was also the mirror above the bed that would reveal that he was, in fact, more or less naked, left only in his underwear and the shorts he'd been wearing before.

There was also the walkie-talkie taped to the ceiling next to the mirror. It appeared to be constantly transmitting, and its knob was simply broken off, presumably to forestall a changing of the channel, as it were.

And then he might notice the clacking of heels on what had to have been stairs.

 

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Cameron James opened his bleary eyes. He felt disoriented, like he'd been hit over the head and then spun around a few times. His vision slowly crept back the longer his eyes were opened. As he moved his hand to try and rub the sleep from his eyes, he was greeted by the fact that he was immobilized. He turned his head and look at what was causing it and he flinched and let out a groan as something dug into his neck every time he even attempted to move.

What the fuck was going on?

Fixing his eyes on the ceiling, just about the only place he could look in his confined state, he caught his reflection in the mirror that was above the bed. Cam liked to think he was a little bit of a freak in the bedroom, but he'd never resorted to the whole mirror on the ceiling thing. It was clear, wherever he was, it wasn't his own bed. He was naked, except for his boxers and a pair of basketball shorts. There was no bruising or swelling on any part of his head. Hell, he thought he looked good aside from the fact that he was in some strange room, tied to a bed with no recollection of how he got there.

He hadn't even paid mind to the walkie-talkie. It didn't even register what it could have been. He was more concerned with how he got there and why we was restrained in such a way. He looked at his face, the metal bolts precariously close to his neck, threatening to prod him if he shifted in the slightest.

What had he been doing? Where was he and how did he get there? He couldn't remember a damn thing, but the situation was making his heart start bounding in his chest. He needed to figure out what was going on and he needed to break free of the restraints. But whoever had rigged this little contraption knew what they were doing. It would be near impossible on his own.

Suddenly, there was a sound that broke him free of those thoughts. It sounded like footsteps and it sounded like they were getting closer to him. Because of the damn bolts, he couldn't really turn his head to get a look at who was coming. Given his current state, he was assuming they weren't there to rescue him.

"Hello? Who's there? What's this about?" he asked, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. He didn't want to show weakness and let whoever had done this know he was intimidated.

 

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Click, clack, click, clack.

Heels drew close over the cold concrete of the basement floor, bringing a smiling Christa into Cameron's view.

She had never been terribly remarkable, but she certainly left an impression. The cute nurse with her cute dating profile. The one that had blown up at a waitress during their first and only date and who now kept barraging his dating profile with messages about when they would have a second one.

Of course, not that he'd known this, but she'd also tailed him to work on her days off and had otherwise been planning this for quite some time.

"Morning, Cammy," Christa said in a sing-song voice. That was another thing -- good singer though she was, she tended to do it all. The. Time.

And here she was in a knockout little black dress and just the right amount of makeup. She beamed down at him and pressed her hands to the edge of the bed, leaning over it and him.

"Did you sleep well? Sorry about the collar," she said as she flicked the band around his neck with its metal studs. There was a clinking of metal -- a lock, perhaps, that would not spare him from the collar even if he got his hands free. "But, you know. Necessary~" she said as she reached down the front of her dress and pulled out a little slip of a remote. She pressed one of the three buttons and the collar vibrated just so -- a warning pulse of things to come.

 

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It took Cameron a moment to process who the woman was when she came into view. He never had even considered that the person responsible for the predicament he found himself in could be a woman. Even more surprising was the fact that it was such a dainty little thing like Christa.

The two had been on one date after they'd exchanged a few messages on a dating website. She seemed cute and spunky and full of personality and so Cameron, not usually one to do anything too far outside of the box when it came to things like online dating, decided to give her a chance.

The date had been pretty unremarkable, except for an incident that occurred at the restaurant they'd gone to. Christa came across as very overbearing and possessive, despite the fact that it was their first date and she gave the waitress hell for something along the lines of her flirting with him.

Her behavior was so bizarre that Cameron decided to cut off all communication with her and politely declined her insistence on a second date. The communication didn't end there, however. He received a barrage of messages, pleading for a second date, but Cam ignored them all and eventually deleted the profile altogether because of the hassle it had caused.

He struggled with what her name even was when she came into focus, but luckily, it came to him as she spoke to him and he reasoned that would be better for him going forward. At least he knew her name and could potentially reason her out of this incredibly awkward spot he found himself in.

The vibration that came from the collar around his neck was an unpleasant one, causing Cameron to instinctively try to reach for his neck. This only caused the restraints at his wrists to dig even more firmly into his flesh and he winced and then let out an exasperated groan.

"Look, Christa..." he started, doing his best to keep his voice even and without prejudice. "If this has anything to do with me not getting back to you...you have to understand. I'm a busy man. I have a business to run. Things have been crazy, lately. It's nothing against you, I just. A relationship isn't in the cards for me right now," he said, his eyes finding hers. There was something in those big, doe-like eyes that terrified him. It was almost as if she wasn't present. Everything he expressed to her didn't seem to click. Nothing registered.

He was losing hope by the second.

 

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Those eyes were too big, too deep. It was something most people never thought to even look for, but those that did...

Christa smiled prettily.

"Oh, I know you've been busy Cammy. With Mr. Jameson trying to close in on your business. And the possible move to the uptown offices. I get it," Christa said. As if it was the most casual thing in the world that she knew a bit too much about what he had been up to in recent weeks.

"It's why I came up with this date night! So you won't have to worry about anything," Christa said as she settled her knees on the bed. She pulled herself up onto it and threw a leg around his own, causing her to straddle his knees and hike up the skirt enough that it showed tantalizing swaths of leg and hip. She settled her hands on his thighs and ran them up and up, gripping his cock through those shorts of his.

"I'll take care of everything," she cooed, slowly dragging down the front of his shorts and the boxers beneath with small, dainty hands.

 

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Cameron found her pet names for him more unsettling than cute. He was having a hard time believing he'd been taken complete advantage of by the least intimidating person he'd ever set eyes on. Christa was tiny, but it was clear in just the short time their first date lasted she was bat shit crazy.

When she mentioned Mr. Jameson, his eyes fixed on hers and narrowed in deep thought. The only way she could have known something like that is if she'd been tailing him. The thought gave him an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. Had she really taken such a supreme interest in him that she'd make it a point to follow his every move? What had he done on that date to make her even want to pursue him?

"Date night?" he repeated, the words coming off comically and had he not been restrained and in fear for his life, he might have laughed. When he saw her climb into the bed in the mirror his eyes fixed upon on the ceiling, his stomach churned even more. He wanted to be any place but this...whatever it was.

When she straddled him, his eyes moved from the mirror to Christa. His eyes were still wide, the wheels still spinning as he tried to make sense of the situation he found himself in. His eyes cast down to her thighs. She would have been attractive had she not been so insane. That look in her eyes made her so fucking ugly, he had to avert her gaze.

The feeling of her hands on his thighs caused him to jump and let out a groan of protest. The last thing he wanted was her to take advantage of him. He didn't want his body to betray him. When she grabbed hold of his cock, though, there was the familiar twitch of the thick shaft in response and it hardened somewhat, the outline becoming even more pronounced through the thin fabric of the shorts.

"You don't have to do this," Cameron muttered in protest. Despite how wrong and how incredibly inappropriate Christa's advances were, Cam's cock grew harder in the presence of those dainty hands, giving Christa her first glimpse of how well hung her victim was.

 

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It was always to people's detriment that they didn't see someone like Christa coming. She was a nurse and knew where everything was in her hospital... and was willing to blow the occasional doctor or pharmacist for what she might happen to need if she couldn't get it herself. And so it had been simplicity itself to drug him.

Actually getting him to her house had been another issue, but all that had taken had been some a needle of the good stuff to an addict who occasionally came through the ICU.

She'd solved the problem of him identifying her later or hitting her up some more by making sure she 'mislabled' a bottle whose safe dosage was 1 ml and told him to take 5 ml worth.

"O-o-oh... I tried going about it the old-fashioned way! But you never got back to me," Christa said. She leaned over him, pulling his underwear down just enough to get a good look at his cock. He was big, perhaps almost too much for her... but she'd make it work. She would just need to warm him up some beforehand. Meanwhile? She was already plenty wet enough.

"We're not getting any younger, Cammy. All I wanted was a family. And I need to get started soon if I wanna be a mommy," Christa said. She gave him a bright smile and finished pulling his underwear down, letting him pop out of his pants.

She kept her eyes on him for a long moment before she dipped down and took the head of his cock between her soft pink lips.

 

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Cameron wasn't sure what was used on him to knock him out long enough for her to get him in what he assumed to be his house and really, he didn't want to know. It was terrifying to think he could be taken advantage of in such a way.

When Christa mentioned a family, his eyes widened. Quickly, this had gone from the possibility of an unstable woman who just wanted to have some fun in the strangest way possible to a woman who was using him to get pregnant. Disturbed didn't even begin to describe her.

He watched her free his cock and let out another groan. He was embarrassed and ashamed of himself for being hard for her. His body was betraying him when it was the last thing he wanted at that moment. He loved sex and everything that came with it, but those eyes of Christa's and the plot for him to help her start a family...it was too bizarre to find even remotely endearing.

"I'm flattered. Really, I am. But can we at least talk about this like two adults? Without the restra..." Cameron's question cup off when he saw Christa drop down and take the head of his cock into her mouth. Cameron wasn't willing to admit it, but he'd been in the midst of quite a dry spell, so the feeling of her lips, although highly unwanted, felt pretty damn good.

"Christa...c'mon," he whispered, although his attempts at protest seemed feeble at best with his cock in her mouth.

 

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"Mmm~" she made a faint sound of contentment around the head of his cock. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked hard on his cock, pulling off of it with an audible "pop!" She smiled up at him, keeping her eyes on his as she slowly lavished attention upon him with her tongue. It swirled around the head of his cock, flicking across the tip, before licking down the underside. He was tasty.

"What's there to talk about, Cammy? You haven't been touched in a while, right?" she asked. "You can't tell me you don't like it," she whispered. Her small hands wrapped around the base of his cock, holding firm before she went back down on him. It was clearly not the first time she had done this -- there wasn't a scrape of teeth to be had despite how small her mouth was compared to how large his cock was.

One of her hands slipped down ever more until she was gently cupping his balls, fondling them, warming them, giving him all the attention and pleasure she could. And after five or perhaps even ten minutes of this unrelenting stimulation, Christa made a gagging sound, stilled for a moment, and then took another two inches of his cock into her mouth and down her throat.

 

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For quite a while, every thought Cameron had was that whoever had restrained him in that basement was planning on killing him. When he saw the look in Christa's eyes when she entered the room, those thoughts hadn't changed. The longer he was in her midst, however, the more he started to question if that really was the case. As crazy as it seemed, it really did appear that Christa was merely using him to try to get pregnant. Whether she was going to dispose of him once the deed was done remained to be seen.

It was clear Christa enjoyed having him in his mouth. When she pulled away from his cock and smiled at him, he actually managed to look into her eyes without looking away. Perhaps it was the fact that they'd softened a bit since his cock was in her mouth. "You're right. I can't tell you I don't like it. That's not to say what's happening here isn't wrong, though," he clarified.

In no time, her mouth had returned to his cock. It was unbelievable how skilled she was and despite the situation he found himself in, he could honestly say it was the best blowjob he'd ever gotten. His shallow side began chiding himself for having not given the crazy bitch a chance. If it'd meant having his cock sucked like that every now and then, he could have forgiven how insane she was.

Cameron didn't want her to know he was enjoying it so much, but his face told the tale. He let out a moan as she cupped his balls and when he heard her gag, he cast his eyes down and they widened in surprise as he felt his cock enter her throat. Something like that was pretty much unprecedented given his size and the fact that Christa was absolutely tiny.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered, grimacing once he'd said it for being so stupid. Cameron was doing an awful job disguising his pleasure, but having his cock deep throated? He was in utter disbelief.

 

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All she got from him in those moments that her lips weren't around his cock was a smile. It was filled with a mix of things -- craziness? Yes. Tenderness? Surprisingly so for a girl that had him strapped to a bed with a shock collar around his neck. She glanced up at him every little while from below, catching his eyes.

It wasn't without its problems, however, as Christa slowed dramatically upon getting so much of him in her mouth and down her throat. She hummed around his cock and her eyes sparkled when she got a moan out of him, and again when she heard him mutter under his breath. She knew she was getting to him. Getting him to enjoy what was happening to him, however else he might have reviled it.

Slowly she pulled off of him, and he'd be able to see a thin streak of lipstick all down his cock from where she had been finely made up before. She dabbed at her lips with her hand and gave him a winning smile. "You think this is good, Cammy? Wait until we get to the main course~. Bet'cha never had anyone so tight," she said with a wink. "But first... I want you to cum for me, baby," Christa said.

Her lips wrapped back around the head of his cock, and she gave him a full tongue bath with something small, soft, and slippery. She licked and sucked all the way down, sinking inch after inch. One hand grabbed hold of his balls while the other wrapped tight around the base of his cock, the former fondling and the latter jerking as she got all the way down, as far as her body could possibly manage, and accepted him back into her throat. She couldn't get all of him, but there was scarcely an inch of his that she wasn't touching just then.

 

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Cameron didn't want to push his luck. He had a shock collar around his neck and was clearly dealing with a deeply disturbed woman, so his protests really hadn't been much in the way of trying to get her to stop. In fact, he'd pretty much given up completely on the idea. Why not at least try to enjoy himself? It wasn't every day a woman restrained him and wanted to have her way with his body. In a fucked up way, it was almost flattering.

Cam watched her pull her mouth from his cock and glancing down, he could see the contrast of her red lipstick on his dark cock. He looked back at into those huge eyes of hers and listened to her intently. He really was in for his fair share, it seemed. He could only imagine how tight she was. She was so petite in relation to him. Had they gone about things the normal way and ended up in bed together, Cameron would have been afraid he'd break the poor thing in half.

Cameron was a bit surprised when she mentioned that she wanted him to cum for her. If the sole purpose of all of it was to get her pregnant, he didn't anticipate wasting any cum. He probably shouldn't have expected rational behavior from Christa, anyway.

What he didn't tell her was he had been close, but she could reason that on her own just from the throbbing of his shaft inside of her mouth. She'd been giving him the best blowjob of his life and despite the circumstances, Christa had been right when she assumed he hadn't had any form of sex in quite some time. Cameron had been a slave to his job for the past year or so and relationships and sex had taken a backseat.

When her lips returned to his cock, it brought forth another sound from Cam's lips. It was pointless disguising it. He'd been rock hard for her going on twenty minutes and the throbbing of his cock was telling her he was enjoying it as well. He watched, wide-eyed as she took him into her throat again as if it was the easiest thing in the world to do. He struggled against the restraints on his wrists, wanting so badly to be able to put his hand on the back of her head and coax her on.

"Fuck, Christa," he mumbled under his breath, licking his lips, his hips writhing a bit as he could feel himself on the brink. He knew she'd got him where she wanted him. "I'm going to cum," he told her, giving her warning in case she didn't want the load down her throat or in her mouth. He had no idea what to expect, but the stimulation from her mouth and her hand that had been fondling his balls brought forth the most powerful orgasm he could ever remember having, his thick cum shooting out in impressive ropes, the pleasure never seeming to end as his body writhed and jerked and tingled at the hands of Christa.

 

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Christa could tell just how far she had managed to push him toward the edge. Could feel his cock pulsing deep in her throat, feel the way his whole body tensing up that really had nothing to do with the fact that he was tied down right then (or perhaps it did! She hadn't stalked him so much to know if he was into BDSM or not. That man was fastidious about the locks on his doors).

At his warning... Christa did pull back, but not entirely. She was no longer deepthroating him -- rather, her lips were secured tightly around the head of his cock as her hands jerked the bottom half of his cock fiercely. His cum poured into her mouth in those thick spurts. She swallowed and swallowed, relishing the taste and texture of what she had caused... but her mouth was ultimately a tiny one, and cum burbled out on the edges of her lips, dripping down her chin and landing on her pretty black dress.

She pulled back after a moment or two... only to get nailed in the face by a final spurt she hadn't been expecting. She laughed, reaching up to wipe it away with one finger, sucking her finger into her mouth to swallow that bit of his load too.

"Mmm~... ah," she murmured, leaning back on her haunches. "Oh, goodness, Cammy. You really needed that," she said. She looked down at him. He'd been so cute when he had been jerking and moaning and cumming.

"Thank you for that, baby. Oh, and..."

He wouldn't have been able to stop her even if he hadn't been bound down, so quick was she. A needle pierced his thigh, hitting just the right spot, and in the span of a couple of seconds something was injected into Cameron's thigh. Moments would pass and she tossed the empty syringe away, beaming at him all the while.

"Now... that should get you nice and hard again~," she sang. "... and keep you that way for... gosh, at least a few hours," she said. "In the meanwhile... look! You got my dress all dirty," she said. She reached down to her hips and stripped the dress up and over her taut body. She had a smooth stomach, small but perky breasts (with pierced nipples, little pink bars obvious even against pointed pink nipples). She gathered her dress in her hands and wrapped them around Cameron's cock, wiping off the saliva and lipstick.

 

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When Cameron gave the warning, he felt Christa start slipping inch by inch of his cock from her mouth's grasp. Finally, she stopped and when her hand moved to take care of the shaft while her mouth settled around the head, he came for her. He was interested to see how she'd take it. He knew it having been so long, he was liable to gush like a geyser and that seemed like it was exactly what Christa received.

He watched her down mouthful after mouthful until she pulled back and he saw some drip from her mouth and down her chin. When he saw some fall onto her dress and then the last spurt hit her face, he winced, figuring she'd be upset, even though it hadn't been intentional. Instead, she seemed to love it, laughing as she wiped the cum from her face and then tasted it.

Cameron was so conflicted. The last thing he wanted was to be enjoying any part of it, but unfortunately, he enjoyed every bit of it. Christa was exactly the type of freak in the bedroom he'd always wanted...it was just the shit she did outside of the bedroom that warranted the psychiatric help. She sucked his cock better than any woman he'd ever been with, she swallowed his load like it was candy and laughed when he came on her face. He was as impressed as he was horrified at what might come next.

Before he even had time to relish in the comedown from his orgasm and before his cock even had an opportunity to soften, Cam was greeted by a surprise in the form of a needle that found the fleshy part of his thigh. "Ah, fuck. What was that for?" he called out. He'd been so good at holding his tongue, but he was expecting whatever she'd given him to knock him unconscious and put him in the same state that had started the whole mess.

Instead, she explained to him that whatever she'd injected him with was going to keep him hard. He glanced down at his thigh and half expected she was lying to him. He waited to feel his eyelids droop and the drug to kick in, but surprisingly, nothing like that happened. Just as she said, whatever it had been was keeping his cock erect, something that never happened after he came.

"I know. And I apologize for that," Cameron said, clearly trying to appeal to her softer side when she mentioned the dress. It was clear that she wasn't angry about it, though. Whatever her intentions were, he didn't know if he had it in himself physically to go for a few hours. He hoped the drug did the trick and he wasn't going to go soft on her midway through whatever it was. She was liable to castrate him if she didn't get what she wanted. He wouldn't put anything past her.

It wasn't long before her dress was off and Cameron was greeted by the sight of Christa's naked breasts and stomach. Her body was incredible and Cam, deciding to play along, gave her a half smile as he checked her out. Her breasts were small, but they were perfect. She'd be the first woman he'd been with who had their nipples pierced and he low key sort of loved it. Her stomach was nice and smooth and it was clear to him that when she wasn't drugging men and taking advantage of them in her basement, she was taking good care of that body.

Cameron watched as she wiped his cock clean with her dress, the lipstick and the good amount of saliva that resided on his shaft making a bigger mess of her dress. "So you want me hard for hours, Christa? What did you have in mind?" he asked politely. He wasn't going to try and coax her to free his hands or anything stupid like that. He knew better than to test her, at least until she'd gotten everything she wanted. Plus, with the shock collar still around his neck, he didn't want to have to be shocked back into coherence.