Venom Party by Miss Pamela

Venom Party
by Pamela Emmons


Steven felt strange.  He recognized that he was regaining conciousness, as the sensation was not unfamiliar.  Being a twenty something yuppy from the posh upper east side he had plenty of experience in partying hard, very hard... then "coming to" in a strange apartment the next morning.

But this was different.  It was not unsual in such a state for him to have difficulty peeling open his eyes.  He felt his eyelids lift... but only saw black.

"OH MY GOD," he thought.  "I've gone blind!!  This time I actually drank myself blind!!"

He then tried to find a way back onto his feet, and quickly realized he could not move.

"OH MY GOD!" he thought.  "I'm paralyzed. And I'm blind!  I drank myself paralyzed and blind!"

His mind raced...  Was he pinned under the wreckage or debris of some horrible accident he was in?  His arms and legs were outstretched but immobilized.  That was an unlikely explanation.

After clearing his mind a bit he realized he was tied down...  tight.  And by the feel of the air drifting across his bare skin, he was most definitely naked.

He heard footsteps and muffled talking... and every now and then, a burst of laughter.

Then the familiar sound of a creaky door opening and... then the slow clip-clop of serious shoes on a wooden floor approaching.  There was more than one pair of footsteps approaching.  There was the jangling of zippers and buckles as they approached...  and the room suddenly filled with the seductive smell of leather.

Steven let out a quite "hello?"

"Summer... for fuck sake... you didn't gag it?" he heard a voice say.

"Fuckin' Eames...  It's YOUR loser... you gag him."

With everthing happening, Steven was particularly concerned he was being referred to as "it".

A hand grabbed onto whatever was covering his eyes and roughly pulled it away. After regaining his vision, he recognized that he tied spread eagle with leather straps to a large and very weathered four poster bed.  Two very dark and menacing women with leather jackets standing over him.

One turned to walk away and he was barely able to make out the words PUSSY VENOM in heavy lettering on the back of the jacket.

"Okay Summer... as fucking usual...  I have to do everything myself," said the woman on the left side of the bed.  "But let's make it functional."


The one called Eames leaned over the bed and put her face nose to nose with Steven's.

"Hello loser," she said loudly.

Eames produced a black leather contraption.  On one side was a large wad of leather which was unceremoniously shoved in his mouth.  He felt the woman fasten straps behind his head which held it in place.  As she moved away, Steven saw what looked like a huge black cock protruding from the gag perfectly perpendicular with his face.

Eames leaned back to admire her handy work.  "Much better."

Just then the door flew open with a bang and a third woman yelled... "Cupcakes...  Who wants cupcakes?!"

She entered with a plate and walked towards Eames.  On the plate were festively decorated cupcakes.

"I made these specially for you Eva!" the third woman said.

"NOW we've got a fucking party!" laffed Eames.

"So Summer...  you wanna take a ride?"

"Damn straight!" Summer replied.

Steven could just see the head of his cock, and he knew it was getting hard.  He watched as Summer unbuckled her belt and peeled off her skin tight leather pants.

Eames was peeling the paper off of a cupcake, smiling a very mean smile.  Summer was standing on the bed directly over the huge black cock on Steven's face.

"Oh wait wait... check this out..." laffed Eames.

Steven watched as Eames pulled a red and white maple leaf flag on a plastic skewer out of her baked confection.  She approached the bed, and Steven watched nervously.

Steven watched in horror as she gently grabbed the head of his now rock hard cock and slowly slid the plastic skewer with flag still atop, an inch or two into the moaning boy's cock slit.

Eames put her hands on hips and looked off into the distance like a conquering explorer.

"I claim this loser in the name of The Commonwealth of Canada!" Eames bellowed.

"Wait. Is Canada a actually a commonwealth... or is it PART of British Commonwealth" asked Summer

"Who the hell cares?"  Eames shot back. "Now get busy fucking his face."

...to be continued?