Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 51

At last he tossed his whip aside, and reached down to grasp her ankles in his strong hands. Dropping to his knees, he drew her legs up, folding her body in half and forcing her ankles down onto the table to either side of her head. Jessica groaned as the unnatural stretch pulled at her Achilles tendons, and she had to lift her loins high and bend her knees as much as possible to accommodate the position. The Whisperer shuffed forward, pressing against her outthrust bottom with his body, and forced her to slide upward on the table. Her elbows bent as her head reached the top of the table where her wrists were secured with leather cuffs, and the Whisperer tucked her ankles under her arms. Pressing down on her body, he folded her so tightly that her knees became hooked under her shoulders, her feet rising up alongside her head. He brought them together, crossing her ankles behind her head, and tied them together there with a piece of cord from his pocket. Then he sat back, looking down at her.

Jessica felt like she was twisted up like a pretzel. She was still sobbing from her punishment, and now she had to gasp for enough air to cry. Her legs were tucked up around her shoulders, her head propped up on her bound calves so that she was looking over the summits of her breasts, straight at her upturned pussy. It was displayed perfectly by her enforced position, her mound rising well above the curves of her taut buttocks, and it looked puffy and enfamed from its ordeal. It also glistened with moisture. She had been unaware of it in the extremity of her pain and humili- ation, but somehow the abuse had aroused her, and there was no way she could hide it in this position. Her bottom was stretched tight, and her anus, and whatever it was that flled it and protruded from it, was also displayed, though she couldn’t see it.

The Whisperer had arranged her body for maximum exposure and maximum humiliation, simultaneously. Her breasts, squeezed tight between her folded thighs and doubled torso, were only inches from her pussy, and were so close to her face she could have stretched out her tongue and licked her own nipples if her mouth hadn’t been taped shut. She was like a rolled-up ball of abbreviated woman- hood, all her sexual parts turned upward and consolidated into one small area.

The Whisperer leaned forward and allowed his gloved fngers to play over her helpless treasures. Her nipples stiffened and swelled to his touch, and her swollen, aching pussy sent shivers of pleasure through her loins as he ran his fngers through its damp folds. She was utterly helpless as he strummed her bound body into arousal. She blinked tears from her eyes as he manipulated her, watching her own traitorous nipples become plump and hard only inches from her face, watching her captive pussy’s betrayal as it pulsed to life before her eyes. Jessica’s sobs dwindled to soft gasps as he played with her, tweaking her nipples painfully and then pinching and twisting her clit with brazen familiarity. He handled her roughly, as though he didn’t care if he hurt her, but the harshness of his touch only seemed to arouse her more. Her tortured labia swelled, becoming puffy and bright pink, and her clit was soon turgid and throbbing, peeking out from beneath its little hood.

Then, abruptly, he took hold of the object that protruded from her anus, and pulled it out. She yelped into her gag as her sphincter was stretched wider, allowing the thickest part of the thing to pass through, and then her tormentor held a huge black rubber butt plug in his hand, glistening in the bright overhead lamp. He tossed it aside, and opened his trousers, releasing the frightening monster that passed for his penis. It was stiff and thick, and she watched with frightened eyes as he rubbed it liberally with some kind of clear oil. Then, with no more preparation than that, he pressed the immense head of the thing against her loosened anal opening.

She wailed into her gag as the massive cock forced its way into her rectum. The sphincter had been stretched by the butt plug, so she was spared the worst of the pain, but one doesn’t insert an object as thick as a girl’s arm into someone’s ass without a great deal of discomfort. She yelped and gasped as he worked more and more of the fat trunk up into her back passage, and because of the unique position she was in, she had to watch the giant shaft impale her. Long after it felt as though she had taken all of it she possibly could, she could still see, right in front of her wide, cringing eyes, exactly how many more inches of cock he still had to shove into her. Fresh tears flled her eyes as he drove the last inch into her ass, and she gasped for breath, as though having her guts so full of cock didn’t leave enough room for her lungs to expand. He paused then, buried to the hilt inside her, and watched her face. His cock pulsed and twitched deep inside the moist heat of her bowels, and she felt every vibration acutely.

He reached for her nipples with both hands at once, and grasped the swollen pink buds frmly between thumb and index fnger. Watching her expression intently, he deliberately began to stretch her nipples, pulling them harder and harder, enjoying her pain. She couldn’t help watching him torment her, the elongated pink fesh only three inches from her tear-flled eyes, drawn out unbelievably long. She squealed frantically as he began to twist them, keeping them stretched taut before her eyes. Then, just as the torture of her nipples was at its maximum, the massive cock in her ass began to move. He drew it nearly halfway out, then thrust it back in again, hard. Jessica wailed, a violent shudder shooting through her bundled body.