Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 22

Her pale, ripe breasts bounced and jiggled wildly under the onslaught, as though they were flled with jello. The Whisperer watched them leap, rebound and ripple with each blow, fascinated at the way they moved. The pink nipples were stiffening, he noticed, and his eyes narrowed in a smile of satisfaction.

He continued the punishing slaps, striking from the right, then the left, maintaining a slow rhythm that kept the tortured tits in constant motion. Jessica’s desperate cries made his hard cock throb inside his breeches, making him want to just turn her over and fuck her right now. But he had planned this encounter carefully, and there was a great deal he wanted to do to the young beauty before he satiated himself inside her!

When at last he ceased slapping Jessica’s breasts, she was sobbing beneath him. He lifted the hair from her face, and her cheeks were wet with tears. Gently he soothed the battered orbs, at the same time caressing her turgid nipples. Gradually her sobs began to subside.

Abruptly he rose to his feet. Unceremoniously he unbuttoned and unzipped her tight, faded jeans, and yanked them down to her knees, revealing silky lavender panties. Then he hauled Jessica up out of the musty nest the mound had become. He lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the fat work-table. There he lowered her onto it and rolled her over onto her stomach. Her bared bottom tensed, the panties worked well up into the rounded crevice by all her struggling.

He produced a length of rope from under the table, and tied a steel snap-link to the middle of it, then tied the rope securely around her waist. Producing a second length of rope, he tied it to the rope that bound her wrists together. This left him with a tail of rope about fve feet long, and he forced the rough length between the girl’s slim thighs and turned her over. Taking the rope from between her thighs in front, he slowly pulled the length of it through. As it went taut, the rope slipped up into her crotch, pressing against her pantyclad pussy. Jessica’s eyes widened in dread.

The Whisperer adjusted the rope around her waist so that the cold steel snap-link rested on her lower belly, and he fed the rough crotchrope through the link. He had another rope already dangling in the shadows over the table in preparation for this moment, and he now tied the end of the crotch-rope to it. Then, stepping over to the wall, he unhooked a rope that hung there. When he pulled on it, it proved to be the other end of his dangling rope, which passed over a beam in the high ceiling. The rope grew taut, tightening the crotch-rope against her. It slipped right up into the crack of her bottom, taking the silken panties with it, and pressed uncomfortably into the soft groove of her pussy. Jessica straightened her arms as much as she could to ease the pressure. Still the rope grew tighter, pulling the snap-link taut and lifting it from her straining belly. Slowly the rough rope buried itself inside the moist crevice of her pussy, the panties going in too. She whimpered at this uncomfortably intimate contact. Still he continued to pull the rope tighter, until she had no choice but to plant her sneakered feet on the table and arch her body, lifting her bottom off the surface. The Whisperer made her raise her bottom a full ten inches off the table, then he made a loop in his end of the rope and snapped it to a second snap-link he had previously attached to the mechanism that drove the old-fashioned sewing machine. Jessica was left with no choice but to remain there, her loins arched high in the air, the crotch-rope running straight through her pussy and up to the ceiling overhead.

What a predicament! If she allowed even a little of her weight to hang from the crotchrope, it dug painfully into her tender inner fesh! She had to hold her body like that, as though she were offering herself to him. Jessica blushed and turned her face away.

But her tormentor wasn’t fnished yet! He had another length of rope in his hands, and he began wrapping it tightly around the base of her right breast. The constriction forced the fesh of the breast into a tight ball above the rope, which slowly began to redden as he worked. The pressure was painful, yet her nipple was hardening too, adding a little tingle of pleasure to the sensation. He wrapped a dozen turns of rope around the breast, then tied it off and did the same to the left one.

All poor Jessica could do was watch in horror as her breasts were turned into strange-looking feshy bulbs that stood out unnaturally from her chest, the tight rope bases holding them erect. Her beautiful tits had been turned into obscene red curiosities! They throbbed intensely as the circulation was restricted, and the nipples were so plump and erect they felt like they might burst! She had never felt anything like this before. It felt as though her breasts were gigantic, and though they ached terribly, the way they pulsed with each beat of her heart was oddly arousing.

But the Whisperer still wasn’t fnished tying her up. Now he pushed her jeans all the way down to her ankles, and passed an old-fashioned thick wooden yardstick beneath her bent knees. He tied one end of it tightly to her left knee, then, spreading her legs wide, he bound the other end to her right knee. The yardstick now held her knees far apart, giving her captor an unimpeded view of her panty-clad pussy, the narrow, soggy strip of satin forced deep up into the moist crevice by the taut crotchrope.

Jessica suddenly realized that her svelte young body had been turned into some kind of obscene sexual display! A whimper escaped her gag-stuffed mouth as she felt a sudden surge of humiliation. Her captor was standing back, looking at her, his hot eyes roaming her helpless fesh. Her taut, pale thighs strained against the ropes that kept them spread, but the yardstick was thick and strong. Finally she closed her eyes, shutting out the awful reality of what he was doing to her, and thus she didn’t see him step up close to her again, and was startled to feel his fngers touch her smooth inner thigh. He caressed her skin gently, almost lovingly, working his way up over her straining hips and down the frm, hard slope of her stomach to the distorted bulbs of her bound breasts. His touch felt electrifed as he stroked the tight, hard globes, which had now become a dark, dull red, a striking contrast to the milky complexion of the rest of Jessica’s body. When his fngers brushed the distended nipples, a hot, tingling surge of pleasure shot through her, and she gasped in surprise. He stroked the strangely hard fesh of both tits, returning again and again to her fat nipples to stroke and tweak them, making her gasp and shudder.