Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 7

This room was somewhat larger, but oddly shaped, with crooked walls, a very high ceiling and two wooden posts supporting a heavy crossbeam. Almost all the wood was unpainted and very old-looking, and there were thick cobwebs everywhere. The space was lit by two wrought-iron candelabra and several individual candles perched on horizontal surfaces in the irregular, unfnished walls. Iron chains hung down from the central crossbeam, with new steel rings on the ends.

Her assailant whirled her around and pushed her down onto a dusty gray mattress that lay against the wall. He went down with her, pinning her beneath him, crushing the breath from her. His hand left her mouth, but before she could catch her breath to scream, a large, round, soft object was forced between her teeth, flling her mouth. It was mushroom-shaped and tasted of leather, and it was attached to a heavy leather strap that pressed against her lower face. The strap was pulled tight and buckled in back, frmly wedging the soft leather mushroom inside her mouth, effectively gagging her. Jessica screamed anyway, her terror overcoming her, but her cry was so muffed she doubted anyone beyond this room could hear it.

Now her attacker’s hands were beneath her, just below her breasts, untying the knot she’d tied in her tee-shirt. She fought him, gripping his wrists and trying to pull his hands away, but her strength was no match for his. In moments he had untied the knot and pulled the tee-shirt up over her head. Again she fought him, but he drew her arms up in spite of her and lifted the shirt away from her. As it came away, she realized that her sports bra had gone with it, leaving her upper body naked. Now the man sat up, straddling her thighs, and yanked her leggings down, taking down her panties as well. Jessica shrieked into her gag and grabbed the waistbands, trying to drag the garments back up, but again his superior strength won out. In moments he had the leggings and panties around her ankles. Still pinned facedown on the mattress, Jessica could do nothing but fail and buck ineffectually beneath him.

After a few moments he caught her right wrist and pulled it behind her. She felt a supple leather cuff being wrapped around it and heard a metallic click as it was locked into place. She tried to tuck her left arm beneath her, but with minimal effort he fshed it out and dragged it behind her. Soon her left wrist, too, was cuffed. There was a jingling of metal links, and then her wrist cuffs were snapped together behind her back.

Jessica’s struggles suddenly ceased, for it was at that moment that she realized that she was now not only naked, but helpless as well. As she froze in sudden panic, strong, gloved hands took her by the shoulders and turned her over. Again the man settled his weight on her thighs, pinning her in place. Her arms were cuffed together beneath her back, unable to do anything to aid her, but laying on them forced her to arch her torso, thrusting her naked breasts upward. Her long dark hair was wrapped around her face, covering her eyes, but as she squirmed she caught a glimpse of a huge, dark fgure in a wide-brimmed hat looming over her.

Terror surging in her, she was screamingly aware of her nakedness and vulnerability. The fearsome fgure looming over her could do anything he wanted to her, and she was utterly helpless! She thrashed wildly, twisting her nude body from side to side, but all she accomplished was to make her breasts bounce and billow like tethered balloons in a high wind. Pitiful wailing noises escaped her gagged mouth, full of passion and despair, but without much volume.

She struggled like that for more than a minute, no doubt providing her captor an exciting visual interlude, until fnally her terror had spent itself, and exhaustion set in. As she fnally settled, panting desperately through her nose, leather-gloved fngers lifted the swath of hair from her face, and she gazed up, beholding the Whisperer for the frst time.