Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 25

“I am your Master,” he responded without hesitation.

“And I knew you were destined to be mine the moment I saw you. The darkness spoke to me.” For the frst time Jessica noticed a peculiarity in the Whisperer’s voice. Beneath the faint East European accent, there was something strange about the way he handled certain consonants, like B’s, P’s, M’s and V’s. Being an actress, she was particularly aware of things like that. But she didn’t have time to ponder it. He stepped up to the pile of dusty fabric on which she lay. “Get up on your knees,” he whispered sharply.

The command took her by surprise, but she found herself moving to obey him before she’d even had a chance to think about it. With her arms bound behind her and her ankles entangled in her jeans, it wasn’t easy, but she managed to rise to her knees amidst the pile. Locking eyes with her, her Master unbuttoned his old-fashioned breeches and freed the massive length of his cock. It was semi-erect, but still frighteningly long as it drooped before her face.

“Suck it,” he commanded.

She balked at this, eyeing the giant cock and remembering what had happened last time. But he was looming threateningly over her, and she knew he could make her do it if he pleased. Besides, there was a part of her, she realized, that wanted to obey his commands, and wanted to suck his penis. She shuffed forward, opened her mouth, and took the head of the thing inside. The Good Girl inside her, the church-going hometown girl her parents had raised, was appalled that she was obeying the madman so docilely, but at this moment Jessica was following a different set of instincts. She sucked the cock in her mouth with a growing desire to please, moving her tongue against it and rocking her mouth on it at the same time, providing the most slippery friction she could manage. Under her ministrations, it quickly stiffened and swelled to full erection. She could hear his breathing becoming ragged as his arousal rose. She expected him at any moment to push her away and rape her with the monstrous thing as he had before, and the fear of that made her tremble as she sucked him. But he just allowed her to keep sucking it, minute after long minute. She could sense his desire building as he began to pant, his uneven breaths interspersed with gasps of pleasure, and her own passion was stirred by the sound. She imagined the mighty cock spurting inside her mouth, the Whisperer groaning uncontrollably above her, and she realized she wanted it to happen. Even after what he had just done to her, she wanted to please him! It mystifed her, but she was too dazed to think about it now. There was a throbbing cock in her mouth, and it demanded her attention.

She was taken completely by

surprise when, just as he seemed to be about to come in her mouth, he withdrew. His rampant cock bobbed free in the air before her, glistening with her saliva. With a swift movement, he knelt and yanked her sodden panties down to her knees, revealing her smooth-shaved pubis and allowing cool air to touch her drenched pussy. She gasped, bringing her knees together instinctively. With a long arm he gathered up most of the tumbled pile of old costumes into a single mound, then he spun her around and threw her across it face-frst. Before she could move, he dropped to his knees behind her and pressed his weight down on her from behind. She felt the thick, burning length of his naked cock nestling between her bottom cheeks, the head of it bumping against her bound hands in the small of her back.

Oh my God, she thought, he was going to rape her again after all! A chilling wave of fear rolled down her spine and settled in her bowels. She made a half-hearted attempt to wriggle out from under him, but she knew it was useless. He was twice her size, and she was pinned beneath him, bound and naked. He leaned forward, pressing his chest down on her bound elbows. His hands slipped beneath her to cup her breasts, which still ached from their earlier trials, and his saliva-slick cock began to slowly slide up and down be- tween her cheeks. The sensation was, in itself, pleasurable, but her dread of what was coming left her unable to enjoy it. She tensed her buttocks, trying to keep the slippery log from slipping deeper between them. He began kneading her breasts like they were handfuls of dough, and she groaned as the action re-awakened the deep ache inside the abused mounds. But with the ache came a thread of pleasure, and her desire rose as the sensation reminded her of the intense interlude she had just endured.

If he intended to rape her, he seemed to be taking his time about it. He continued to gently rock his hips, his cock moving insistently in the groove of her ass. His gloved hands toyed with her breasts however he pleased, sometimes massaging them pleasurably, sometimes squeezing them painfully, sometimes fondling or pinching her throbbing nipples. As the teasing torment went on and on, Jessica’s arousal continued to increase. Soon she was panting and whimpering in spite of herself. Eventually she stopped clenching her bottom, and the fat cock began to work its way deeper into the steamy crevice. When the silky shaft started to rub against the tight, supersensitive bud of her anus, she gasped and tried to squirm away, but it was too late. She was helplessly pinned, and no amount of clenching could dislodge him now.