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Jaycee's Blog - Thu, May 6
🕑 Added 2021-05-06 10:39:00 +0000 UTCIt happened last night.
The plan was to use Brooke's van, park it near Jeovah Girl's car, shove her in there when she got off work, and drive away.
The plan didn't go according to...plan.
It was going to be just Brooke and I. There's no one else I trust more than him. Her. Whatever. Plus, I needed his van. We got there ahead of time, found a perfect parking spot, and put on our disguises—which consisted of cheap plastic masks of Donald Trump and Justin Trudeau (I mean, if you're gonna play good-cop-bad-cop, you should look the part). And in case the cop routine didn't work, I had a small pouch of faerie dust with me. There was just a handful left, but it could come in handy. We settled down until she showed up, and right on time, there she was.
Jeovah Girl, it turns out, knows self-defence. When Brooke and I rushed her to capture her, she fought back with Jackie Chan-like creativity and skill. JESUS, can I catch a break? Her blows nearly knocked our masks off, so I resorted to my last-resort weapon: faerie dust. I grabbed a pinch from the pouch and threw it at her face. She blocked my attempt, but she still got a lot on her face. What wasn't part of the plan was that Brooke and I would get some as well, though not as much as her.
As all three developed various degrees of rigid boy and girl boners, Brooke and I (less affected and more familiar with the effects of faerie dust) recovered long enough to shove her in the van and drive away, with Brooke at the wheel. I stayed with her in the back of the van as the dust vaporized any inhibition she might have had. She ripped her clothes off, then mine (despite my meek protests). No details, but she had her way with me. From the front seat of the car, Brooke was complaining about not getting any action, then she decided to take matters in her own hands (the right hand, to be precise). We all came a lot (like the Arthurian legend, if you catch my drift) and somehow made it to our destination. While Jeovah Girl was busy blowing me, a somewhat more controlled Brooke tied her up and took her inside the my place.
She's now gagged and bound on a bed in one of my bedrooms, still writhing with lust. Looks like I may have dosed more than originally intended. The effects have worn off for Brooke or me, but not (yet) for her. We didn't get much sleep last night, to be honest. We're waiting for her to be dust's effects to dissipate so we can interrogate her. So far, any attempts were met with unladylike language that didn't further our cause.
Maybe tonight...
--Jaycee
Comments
Jaycee Knight
Yeah, she wasn't being very...reasonable about it. Let's say her vocabulary has been reduced to very straightforward demands for sex. While she's in that state, there doesn't seem to be any way to achieve a meaningful dialogue. Maybe tomorrow morning...
A Man with Joe Name
Sounds like a pretty wild ride! I'm no expert, but if she's that horny and tied up, now would be the perfect time to grill her for information. I mean, all you have to do is give her what she wants.... in exchange for the details you want.
