I come home early from work one day. I enter the house, placing my things on the dining room table. I'm dressed in a semi-short skirt, blouse, bra, panties, pantyhose and heels. It's been a very long day and I'm looking forward to a relaxing bath and slipping into the new teddy from Victoria's Secret I bought this afternoon in order to surprise my boyfriend.I get ready to enter the bedroom when I hear a slight sound behind me. Suddenly I'm overcome with a rush of adrenaline as I realize there's someone in the house! I start to turn, but it is too late. An arm quickly snakes itself around my neck and a vice-like grip clamps down firmly over my mouth. Twisting and clawing,I valiantly attempt to free myself from the attacker's embrace.My heels kick helpless as Im dragged into the center of the room. My eyes are wide with fear as I'm flung violently face down on the living room rug. Quickly my assailant jerks my arms behind my back, pinning them high up between my shoulder blades. The swiftness of my takedown knocks my breath away, preventing me from screaming. It would be of no use to scream anyway because my assailant is now sitting on the small of my back, pinning my arms behind me with his legs, lifting my head by the hair.My neck arches painfully, and I am being forced to gasp from the strain. This is the reaction he has been waiting for. As my mouth opens, he jams a ball gag tightly in and buckles it securely behind my head. From now on, My only protests will be to moan and squeal through my gag! Out of the corner of my eye you can see part of his leg with my peripheral vision. My struggles become even more frantic when I realize that the leg is nude, capped only by a pair of sneakers. Twisting slightly,I can see more of him and this sight does nothing to quiet the sledgehammer beating of my heart or ease the metallic, acid taste of fear in my mouth. He is slim but muscular, kind of streamlined like a professional swimmer. In addition to the sneakers, he is clad in a pair of red bikini nylon trunks of the sort made by Speedo. A dark blue tee-shirt covers his chest but is tied in a knot at the hem, exposing his flat abdomen. But there are two things that stand out to heighten my terror: one is the dark mask covering his features and the other is the large bulge in his trunks! This entire portrait takes a millisecond because my head is jerked roughly forward again. He grabs one of my arms, which are still pinned to my shoulder blades by his knees, and I feel the cold embrace of steel encircling my wrist. Click! "OOOHHHHH", I shriek through the muzzle of the ballgag as I realize I am being handcuffed! I'm helpless to resist as the other wrist is connected to the first. Quickly, he pivots his bottom on the small of my back and now faces toward my feet. Reaching out, he snatches up my ankles, pulling me futilely kicking legs up to his chest and secures another pair of handcuffs to my ankles; incongruously, it occurs to me that the steel cuffs might run my hose. In less than a minute, I have been seized, gagged, and cuffed hand and foot, helpless in my own living room. I know it will be hours before my boyfriend comes over, and the fun is about to begin! Gratefully, his pressing weight is lifted from me as he gets to his feet to admire your well-bound form. I instantly flip defensively onto my back.I can only stare up at him as you watches me writhing in bondage on the floor.My eyes are drawn to his crotch as he stands over me, legs slightly apart.I note the outline of the swollen male protuberance and the bulge of the pouch in his trunks. This sight makes me struggle furiously but, to my horror,I can see that my exertions only cause the member to grow! Reaching down, he drags me to my feet.I stand their swaying unsteadily on my heels, ankles separated only by two links of chain. "Well, he can't very well rape me with my legs cuffed together and my pantyhose on, can he?" I think, as some relief comes flooding in at the realization. "But why the skimpy costume?" my mind retorts, and the fleeting comfort retreats before reality.I'm forced to hop to a chair he has brought from the dining room and sit.I feel myself being lashed in place, ropes going around my chest, waist, arms, legs, and ankles. Just as quickly as I was cuffed,I am secured to the chair. It suddenly occurs to me that this man has skill at what he's doing, therefore, he must have done it before. Panic begins to set in and my thrashing begins in earnest as my mind screams out "He must be a serial rapist!" But, my struggling only serves to show how securely bound I am to the chair.My assailant is now standing before me. It is only then that I notice a small, black backpack, similar to a student's bookbag, where he must have carried in his equipment. Reaching inside, he withdraws a pair of scissors. They are very peculiar and I realize I've seen some before, at a hospital.I think, "They're made to remove peoples clothes in an accident ..peoples clothes!" My worst fears are suddenly confirmed as he approaches me with the scissors snipping menacingly. The points are blunt so Im not worried about them cutting me. He traces the outline and highlights of my face, down my supple neck and across the gentle swell of my ample breasts. I am squirming every which way to avoid the inevitable.My assailant senses my resistance and decides to teach me a lesson. Grabbing me by the hair, he slaps me rudely in the face: "Bytch, hold still while I work on you!" The blood rushes to the hot, stinging spot on my cheek and I feel the contour of his palm print. His voice is rude but has a strange, calm quality which leads me to believe that he's not the least bit concerned about what he's doing or that he may be discovered; it's almost a professional's voice.However, even with the slap,I am unable to comply with his demands and continue to wriggle in my bonds. The cuffs are beginning to chafe my wrists but this is nothing compared to the rope that he has just encircled around my neck, tying it to the chair which forces me head back, arching my spine, and thrusting out pert breasts. This predicament is extremely immobilizing and all struggling ceases as I concentrate on breathing. I feel him palm my breasts, as though he were feeling up a pair of melons in a supermarket, savoring their size and firmness. Up till this time, I had always been proud of being spectacularly endowed, but at this moment,I would give anything for a little less cleavage! I can hear the snip of the scissors as he cuts a circular opening in the blouse around each jutting, bullet-shaped boob.My bra is cut away as well, exposing the firm tit flesh underneath. The cool breeze of the air conditioner and the exposure of my nipples cause me to shiver. Shamefully,I note that the cool, whispering caress of the ceiling fan overhead has caused your nipples to erect! Quickly, he rope-wraps my nipples, squeezing them into softball-sized bombs. The restrictions cause them to swell and distend, distorting their form and causing the aureole to enlarge to gigantic proportions!My nipples look like you could dial a telephone with them! He releases my neck bond and my head slumps forward at the relief and Im amazed at the transformation of my bound breasts. Now my attacker directs his attention to them, squeezing, compressing, pinching, and manhandling my nipples. Luckily, the pain and discomfort from my breast bondage is somewhat mitigated by the tightness of the bonds which cuts off some of the feeling in them. However, as he continues to mal-manipulate my mummeries, another feeling is slowing surfacing in the depths of my loins. A pair of steel clamps connected by a chain have been vulgarly placed on my nipples; he pulls on them a few times, stretching the nipples to their limits, to test the clamps' security: they're on tight! Removing a small leather crop,my breath sucks in around my gag as I realize I'm in for a breast flogging! "Mmmmppphhh!Ooowwwmmppphh!" I screech through my ballgag as he smack's my bound breasts with his hand and slaps them with the crop. The nipple clamps jounce and jump with each blow and he grasps that chain, pulling it up to suspend my breasts by their buds, exposing the sensitive underside. The chain is just long enough to slip over my head and my neck now supports my stretched and tormented tit-flesh. With the china-white underside of my nipples exposed, it soon reddens to the color of his trunks as numerous slaps are delivered to the quivering boobs. Just when I think I'll pass out from the torment, he stops, removing the clamp chain from around my neck. My breasts are bloated and discolored from their torment. Curiously, though, after he stopped,I can hardly feel them.My breath comes in ragged gasps through my nostrils as I try to regain control. My breasts feel like they are on fire but there is a heat growing embarrassingly between your thighs.I can't understand it, and I am are mortified that the vicious treatment received by my breasts has caused an untoward reaction in my crotch! I clamp my thighs tightly together in an attempt to smother the impulse, but my squirming bottom only seems to heighten the feeling.I freeze, hoping, like an unpleasant after taste, the feeling will go away. He removes the ropes securing me to the chair.I am roughly made to stand by being pulled upright by the hair.I am forced to hop into the dining room and bend over the table. After the humiliating breast torment I just received,I am in no condition to resist. Salty tears weep out of the corner of my eyes and seep around the edges of my ballgag.My skirt is abruptly jerked up around my waist,exposing the smooth expanse of my nylon-clad bottom. "Here it comes" I sob to myself, but he has not finished tormenting my helpless body.I am forced to bend my knees, somewhat spreading my thighs. This is very difficult because of the ankle-cuffs and my own heels which, somehow, have managed to stay on through all my thrashing.I feel him running his hand over the supple surface of my ass-cheeks and slip his hand between your thighs. Reflexively, I attempt to close my legs to guard against the invasion of my womanhood, but my efforts only net md a stinging rebuke across the buttocks from the crop. "Bytch, hold still!" he orders in that calm, cold voice. It's silken whisper fills I with dread and makes the blood run cold in your veins; it also has the desired effect of melting the last bit of your resistance: come what may, I can't fight any longer. He resumes the probing of your feminine treasure, cupping his palm around my sex. I wonder if he can feel through my panties and hose the fact that my pussy lips are shaved and that I only have a tuft of pubic hair on me.My skirt is unzipped and left to slide down my ankles where, when he next moves me,it will be left behind. The snipping of the scissors tells me that soon I will be reduced only to my panties, pantyhose and heels. Once he has me stripped above the waist and ninety-percent naked in my foundation undergarments,I am lifted bodily onto the dining table. A choker chain is looped over my head and snugged around your neck; the free end is attached to my wrist-cuffs, pulling my manacled hands up to the small of my back. Next, the fiend gathers my hair into a mock ponytail and ties a line to its base. He undoes my left ankle cuff, pulling the right foot up into a semi-hog-tie. The line leading from my ponytail is tied off to the ankle, leaving my left leg free.I think about trying to kick him, but realize that, even if I succeeded,I would still be helplessly bound and he would be thoroughly enraged.I am forced to stand with my left high-heel on the floor with the rest of my body supported by the table, my right leg arched up, hog-tied to my hair. This half-hog-tie is exceedingly insalubrious, arching my back and forcing my bound breasts to jut out. Before my wide eyes, he displays the next implement of my torture: a leather cat-o-nine-tails whip!Slowly, he lets the thongs of the whip play gently over my body as my flesh quivers in anticipation.
Impulsively, he lashes out at my bottom, the whirring of the whip ending in a thunderous smack as it impacts with my sensitive ass. Over and over he strikes my body with the punishing cat, always varying the blows in intensity and position so that I am never able to anticipate and brace myself for the impact. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!, tits, thighs, ass-cheeks, calves, even between my spread legs, landing stinging smacks on my exposed pussy! Only the thin layer of nylon from my panties and hose protect me from the whip's infernal grasp. But I can feel the swelling of the tender tissues as he continues to pussy-whip me. Jerking and heaving,I cry out into my gag in my abject humiliation as he punishes my wriggling flesh. Whap!, on the nipples!I don't think I can take another stroke. Whap!, across the globes of my tush!My breathing is heavy and labored. Whap!, right on the pussy! Owe! "I can't take it!" my mind screams out where my stuffed mouth cannot. But amazingly, like a long-distance runner who gets his second wind, a strange and beautiful sensation begins to creep through my mind and over my body like a warm spring rain. That gentle, heated stirring is renewed in my punished loins. The stokes of the whip no longer seem to have their bite. In fact, each stroke on my pussy seems to increase the sensation like an injection of morphine. In my helpless and bound condition,I oddly no longer avoid the strokes;my thighs involuntarily part to admit the insult of the whip on my crotch. Each blow brings this unique and exuberating feeling closer and closer.I quiver on every stroke takes on a new meaning and my breath gasps in a rhythmic pattern to the impacts. Higher and higher I'm taken as he continues to scourge my corpus with the flail. Whap! Mmpphh! Whap! Mmmppphhh! Whap! Mmmmpppphhhh! Whap! Mmmmmppppphhhhh! Whap! That last stroke on my pussy cause a chain- reaction, the strange feeling flooding over me, blotting out all rational thought, completely numbing my senses.I have been whipped to orgasm! As quickly as the flagellation began, it is over.My tightly strung body quavers as the remains of the climax fades away. After the thunderous sound of the cracking cat, the silence is almost deafening. The only sound in the room is sharp inhalation as I try to suck air around the confines of the ballgag. His hands run over my contorted form, feeling the welts of his handiwork, even through the thin protection of panties and hose. His fingers trace over my swollen and abused breasts, the curve of my tush and the puffy box of my tortured muff. Slowly,my breathing returns to near normal;my head begins to clear; awareness of my condition creeps back into my conscious. "My God!"I thought, "I just creamed my panties!" The shock, horror and humiliation of the act is nearly overwhelming.My face flushes and I feel the humiliating heat radiate from both sets of cheeks. Tears well up in my eyes. "I've heard that women are accused of not resisting their attackers and secretly enjoying their violation, but how can I ever face this?"I do not have time to contemplate on the shame of my loss of control for my torment has even more insidious pleasantries in store for me.
Thankfully,my ankle is released from my pony tail. Hair is as strong as steel in tensile strength and I was sure mine would be pulled out by the roots, especially in the throes of me cumming. "God!"I am totally mortified at my conduct under trial.I am totally struck dumb by the episode and would gladly jump off a cliff if given the chance. Meekly,I allow my assailant to lead me off the table and back into the living room.I am forced to kneel and he uncuffs my right wrist, bringing it down and cuffing it to my right ankle which still has the cuff attached to it from the hair hog-tie. Even though my arm is temporarily free, it is still impossible to resist with the other cuffed to my neck chain. He unfastens the chain from the other wrist cuff and I find myself with both wrists cuffed to my ankles. This position forces my knees apart and spreads my thighs, giving a humiliating view of the damp patch that even now threatens to soak through my hose and announce my secret.Again, he fondles my tormented tits and flagellated body. Slipping his hand rudely between my legs, he caresses my crotch. "Did we fill our panties?" the cold voice asks from out of the mocking mask. "He knows!" "My, is that a wad of cum I feel soaking through your panties, you sensuous sl*t?" My face flushes red with shame and my head hangs as the tears fall across my tender tits. "Admit that I liked the kiss of my whip on my pussy!" he demands.I just stare at the floor, cuffed wrist to ankle and ballgagged. He pulls my hair up and forces me to stare at the spot where his eyes would be through the hood. "How does he see me?",I wonder. "Bytch, I asked you, admit that you creamed a wad in your panties while you were being whipped!" Slowly, shamefully,I shake my head in acknowledgment.I'm almost his. Now for the final segment of my degradation. Walking behind my helpless kneeling form, he suddenly cuts off my sight with a blindfold! New terror fills my being at this latest deprivation and I begin to twist and squirm in the secure hold of the cuffs.My machinations cause me to fall over on my side with a thud. He rolls me onto my back and I feel his lips nuzzle my nipples which still have the horrible clamps attached to them;I'm sure they're permanently damaged.My attacker nibbles, nips and ruthlessly sucks at your terribly deformed tits, pinching the nipple between his finger as his attempts to take the other tit entirely into his mouth.I agonize and contort over this violation of my person, but in my spread condition,I am helpless to resist his ministrations. Slowly, he works his lips over my tits, chest, abdomen, pausing to tongue my navel, and down to your crotch.I writhe as I feel the sucking horror of his mouth on my mound and his nibble at your pussy lips.I fight mightily;I want no repeat of the performance that the wetness glistening through my pantyhose betrays.I cannot stop his oral onslaught on my most personal parts. Thankfully,I am still covered by my panties and hose but I know that this thin barrier of nylon separating me from full exposure poses no impediment to his progress should he desire to fully consummate the evilness of his deed. Suddenly, there is nothing.My head moves from side to side to use the last available sense left, to hear what he is doing. Then I hear it; it is the snip of the scissors and a cold rush comes pouring in to my crotch: he's cut away the crotch of my hose and panties, fully exposing my pussy!"This is it! This is it! I'm going to be raped!"I scream inwardly at the exposure my efforts at resistance are redoubled at this final threat but, again,mycuffed wrists hold my ankles apart, spreading my crotch.I stiffen as I feel a cold jelly-like substance being squirted onto my nipples. "What can this new terror be?" A ripping sound, like tape is heard and I feel him pressing something cool onto the apex of my tits. Next, he straddles my body, pushing my legs apart at the knees and I feel the same horrid jelly greasing my pussy lips. "If he were applying lubricant to phuck me, why put it on my tits?" that haunting but detached internal voice asks. The answer is not long in coming as I hear the same sound of tape and feel the pressure of something cool applied to my pussy.My body stiffens again as I feel it. "What was that?" Kind of a slight, tingling sensation, like when my hand or foot goes to sleep, but not as much, and on my nipples. "There it is again!" This time a little more and longer in duration. Slowly it comes up, the tingling, and I squirm my shoulders as it increases in intensity. It builds and the dreadful comprehension comes to the fore: "It's an electric shock! He's put electrodes on my nipples and pussy!" Unseeingly through my blindfold, he has attached a Trans-cutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulator (TENS) unit to my nipples and private. The TENS is used to apply small electrical currents through the skin to stimulate muscle contraction. When applied to the large muscles of the back, it is very relaxing; but this? Slowly, carefully he adjusts both the intensity and duration of the electrical pulses. The sensation is terrifying in the confines of the blindfold and ballgag. As the shocks increase in magnitude,my body responds by involuntarily flexing my pectoralis muscles and contracting my gluteus cheek muscles until my body jounces and flounces to the rhythm of the pulses,my pussy quivering and my tits flopping. "Shut it off! Oooommmppphhh! Please, shut it off! Oh, my pussy, my tits, owwe, owwwe, my pussy lips are being! Eeeemmmppphhh!""Does that sting, my little sl*t? Does that shock your little cum-coated crotch? Are your sexy tit-buds tweaking?" "Uummmgggppphhh, mmpphhyy mmmuuussssppphhyy!" "Okay, bytch, you want me to stop? I will if we make a little bargain.You do exactly as I say and I'll stop it. But if you even so much as bat the wrong eyelash, this is what you'll get!" "Oooowwwwmmmmpppphhhh!" A huge shock was delivered simultaneously to both my tits and pussy and the current stopped.I lie hyperventilating in a collapsed heap, rivulets of sweat running from my breasts down my torso and pooling in my remnants of my panties. He pulls my body up back into the kneeling position. "All right bytch, I'm going to remove your ballgag but if I make so much as a peep, I give you another pussy-shock you won't forget, do you understand me? Do you understand me?" he hisses in my ear and slaps me hard on the face. Quickly,I shake my head rapidly in the affirmative. "That's better sl*t. I knew you'd come around soon enough."I feel him unbuckling the gag strap from around my head and suddenly my jaw, which seems like its been stuck open for hours, is free to close. Gingerly,I let the muscles go slack and close my mouth. The sides of my temples throb from the release and I just now notice, with my mouth stuffed with the ball, I couldn't swallow and drool has been dribbling down my chin.I sit there quietly, waiting, cuffed and blindfolded, exercising my sore jaw muscles.I feel his presence in front of me,quite close because I can feel the heat of his body on the sides of my facial cheeks. "Funny, I guess it's true that blind people have heightened awareness in other senses." says that same internal, detached voice. Although I couldn't have been blindfolded for more than a few minutes, it seems like hours and the duration of my torment, like eons. He is closer now, and I feel something warm against my cheek. It's very warm, warm, no it's hot, and it's pulsating, it's his cock! "Don't move sl*t!" You freeze. "If you have any ideas about biting, let me remind you that my thumb is holding down the button which connects the electricity to your tits and pussy. If I drop it, you'll be in for the shock of your life, understand? Don't speak, bytch, just nod your head." I give him a quick, abbreviated nod and resign myself to the worst: I'm about to be mouth-phucked! Slowly he rubs his extended member over my face.I can smell his scent on me now as he lowers the shaft to my quivering lips. One hand grips me tightly by the hair and another pinches my cheeks together, parting my lips. The throbbing head forces its way into my moist mouth and he slowly inserts the shaft until I feel his swollen sex-spheres bang against my chin.I fight down the urge to gag by breathing rapidly through my nostrils. The only way to survive this,I decide, is to suck him off and get it over with. Maybe if I get him to cream,my pussy will be spared that final humiliation. The thought of him spraying in my throat nearly makes me wretch.Slowly, deliberately, he withdraws the steaming shaft, only to pause as his glans contacts the back of my teeth and to reinsert. In accordance with my plan,I work my jaw muscles to suck hard on each thrust and I obediently permit him to pump my mouth. "Ohhhh. . . . bytch! That's very, very good. That's right, suck my cock you sl*t. Do you like the feel of my balls banging on your chin? They're very full! I know you like to have your mouth and pussy filled with a stiff cock. What is it that you bytches say?, 'A hard man is good to find?' I'll bet you'd love to have a cock jammed down your throat while another was thrusting up your cu*t, wouldn't you, sl*t?" On and on through the fellatiotic episode, he continues to verbally humiliate me. Instead of intimidating me, it makes me angry. If he didn't have those electrodes on my tits and puss,I'd show him! But instead,I take your revenge by attempting to make him ejaculate, thereby saving myself from a cu*t phucking. Surely, after all this time, my boyfriend will come over and rescue me from this sordid ordeal. Faster and faster he pumps my mouth and harder and harder I suck his rod. "Bastard! I'm going to make you cream in my mouth!" My eyes flash under my blindfold as I set myself to the task. "If I can only get him to cum, he won't have the time or energy to pussy rape me; if he creams and is deprived against his will, I'll have raped him!"I think to myself. My boyfriend has always complimented me on my oral-sex skills and this guy should be a pushover. By this time I'm so into getting him to cream that I nearly forgotten the reason, concentrating on pulling more vacuum than a Hoover. His cock accidentally pulls out of your mouth, but, even blind, I chase it with a vengeance, ending up with your lips on his balls. Rapidly,I tongue and suck his sex-spheres, taking each one individually into my mouth. Next I run my tongue down the length of his swollen shaft, touching the tip to the tender spot on the undersurface of the glans. He jams the whole length back into my mouth and I suck hard, matching him thrust for suck. "Come on, cream!" I can feel him swelling up, getting ready.I wish I could reach up and massage his balls; that trick always seems to work, but my cuffed wrists prevent it. He's just about ready to climax. BANG! My whole dark world inside the blindfold is sent spinning. He's jerked his cock out of my mouth and, popping me on the side of the head, sent me sprawling on the floor face down. My fall with wrists cuffed to ankles felt like it was going to jerk my arms out of their sockets. Before I can protest, he's buckling that infernal ballgag back into my mouth! "Not so fast, bytch! I'm ready for you now!" Just at my moment of triumph, he stole my victory from me. Here I was, sucking cock like a cheerleader on prom night to prevent the violation of my womanhood, and the bastard's going to phuck me anyway! I have no time to think what to do next because he's drags me over to the sofa, and tosses me over on my back.The cuff job makes me spread and keep my feet up in the air as if I wanted it. He goes down on me quickly,prying my legs apart at the thighs, his tongue stabbing at the heart of my pink little folds. I'm still charged up by my attempt to forcibly suck him off and mentally off-balance from the head blow and rapid transition. His tongue is at full power now, eagerly lapping up the production of my shameful abandon during the flogging. The squirming of my hips only spurs him on as he penetrates my pussy lips and gives me a vicious tongue phucking.His probing tongue has now reached my sensitive sex-bud and he expertly strokes it with his prehensile oral appendage. My writhing and thrashing turns more to rhythmic wriggling as the pressure causes that now-hated sensation to start anew. "Not again!"I scream. "Uuummmmppphhh!" But it's no use. I've always known, since my first boyfriend, that if my clit ever gets stimulated, I',hopeless. I buck and heave under the unrelenting oral assault, but my efforts only serve to press my crotch firmer on to his face. My hips begin to involuntarily gyrate as I curse myself inwardly for my sexual weakness. I can't take it anymore. All resistance melts away. "Take me! Take me! Oooommmmpphh!" As if he knows by the ancient rhythm of sexual body language, he lifts his face from my sopping muff and, dragging me off the sofa, quickly places me kneeling on the floor,face down on the sofa seat, with my ass up in the air and my pink pussy spread wide. Yessss!", I shamelessly cry out. The throbbing head of his bloated manhood pauses briefly at the entrance to my spasm,then thrusts home to the hilt,his balls crashing against the sensual swell of my pussy oooopppphhhhhhhhhh I moan through my gag at each penetration of my simmering slit,the head of his cock ricocheting off my cervix.Bytch Your pussy is so tight and hot. You're sooo wet! Ummmphh, I just want to bang-phuck your brains out!" "Ooommmppphh!," I respond. It is the ultimate paradox:I'm bound, ballgagged and blindfolded, being rape phucked and outraged from behind, and I'm enjoying it!Slam, slam, slam, he thrusts hard into my torrid twat.My bound tits rub roughly against the sofa seat as I rock back and forth on my knees meeting each advance of his throbbing manhood. Harder and harder, faster and faster until I feel that same, narcotic like sensation overtaking my very being.I feel his rod swelling in the tight grip of my femininity, it should happen any second."Ooooowwwwwmmmmpppphhhhhh!" "That's it, bytch, cream your pussy for me!" "Ooooommmppphhh!""Yes, sl*t, that's it. I feel your cum on my cock! Ohhh, bytch, I'm creaming in your pussy!" "Oommpphh!""Ohhh, sl*t, I'm filling you!" "Oommpphh! Mmmmmmmmmmppppphhhhhh!" My first climax is tremendously explosive, next several short after-shocks, then a long, slow quaking and I fade to darkness. The exertion is just too much for me.I'm out like a light! Slowly, the dawn of consciousness returns to me. As the my eyes flutter open,my momentarily disoriented. "Maybe it was just a dream." But as full awareness returns,I can feel my muscles crying out for relief. "Where am I? Mmmmppphhh!" Still gagged.I am again bent over the dining room table but the handcuffs that held you so securely are gone. In their place, the legs of my pantyhose have been cut off and one now binds my hands and the other my feet. Mine perched on the corner of the table with my bare feet on the floor, the corner serving to keep my legs spread apart. One hose leg is securely tied around my wrists and stretched over the table edge, probably fastened to the table leg on the other side. This forces me to bend over at the waist and stretch out across that top. The other hose leg is tied around my ankles and the table leg on the corner, preventing me from getting off. The ballgag is gone and has been replaced by several strips of duct tape across my mouth and run under my chin, keeping me from spitting out whatever's been stuffed inside to silence me. There's an acrid taste in my mouth and I can't quite tell what it is. The corner of my eye catches my image reflected in the dining room mirror, fully appreciating me to the hopelessness of my predicament.I can see myself fully, nude, with the remains of the panty of my hose clinging about my waist. A bit of white lace protrudes from the tape gag just under nose and the answer to the acrid taste is suddenly solved: I been panty-gagged with my own cum-filled panties! Gingerly,I test your bonds, but as always, the man who trussed me to the table was and expert and there's no hope of escape.My mind wonders to what will happen to me.I certainly can't tell everything that happened. How would I explain the morbid pleasure I experienced at the hands of my violator? I'm sure i would never be able to live it down. How long must I remain here tied like a Thanksgiving Day turkey to my own dining room table. Surely until my boyfriend comes over tonight to find me ravaged. How will he react on seeing my nude, abused body.I glance at the mirror and twist a little to examine my tits. They're still slightly swollen and bruised, but otherwise look all right. Twisting my head one way and my body the other,I try to examine my back. There are some residual welts from the whipping here and there and something black.I twist just as far as I can and I realize it's writing! It says "Please Phuck Me Helpless!" "Oh, phucking great! What if my boyfriend comes in with his key and thinks I planned this? Surely he'll take the gag out first to see if I'm all right and I can tell him what happened." I'm thankful that at least my assailant is gone. Or is he? What if he's still in the house or waiting in ambush?I hear a noise at the front door. Is it him or my boyfriend?" Mmmmppphhhhh!"I try to get away but I can't....The door opens....I'm breathing heavey,not knowing who it is. Standing there in the door way He looks at you.."You phucking bytch did you like your birthday gift?" It was my boyfriend at the door.. I was so angry but happy..He looked at me and whispered into my ear,"You still give great blow jobs even when your forced."I looked at him .I wanted to kill him but I also loved him more than ever.He knew this is what I wanted from him for months.
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