Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 14

At last she got her wish. Unable to stand the teasing suction any longer and craving the satisfaction of fully ravishing this young beauty at last, the Whisperer withdrew the gleaming red plum of his cockhead from her mouth. Picking her up by her armpits, he effortlessly lifted her into the air. He crushed her against his body, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her as though she were a child. Instinctively she again wrapped her legs around him, pressing her hot, moist pussy against his hard stomach. He whirled her around as she breathlessly grasped his shoulders to keep from falling, and suddenly she felt a rough surface against her back. He had thrust her against a wall, but the wall was slanted somewhat, so that it partially supported her. Pinning her body to the sloped surface with his hard torso, he grasped her wrists and forced them over her head. There he snapped her wristcuffs to a ring set in the rough planks of the wall, and Jessica found herself once more in bondage. But she didn’t care! She knew her master was about to take her, and though the thought terrifed her, she wanted it desperately!

Now the Whisperer hooked his arms around her slim legs, lifting them, folding them back, and pinning them to the wall on either side of her body. Her loins strained at the extreme spread, but her hot, glistening pussy was as open as it could possibly be. She felt leather straps closing around the backs of her knees, heard the clicks as they were clasped in place, securing her in this obscenely spread position.

She shuddered as she realized her utter vulnerability. Doubt and fear assailed her momentarily. She was completely helpless, her pussy forced wide open by the position she was bound in, and this brutal madman could do anything he liked to her! What in God’s name had she been thinking? Why wasn’t she screaming for help?

Then the Whisperer’s dark, wild eyes locked onto hers, more intense than ever, and she saw in them a bottomless well of dark desire that more than matched her own. Again her passion rose, quelling her panic. Her master’s cock was hard, her pussy was wet and open, and she knew what he was going to do.