Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 52

She turned her wide, teary eyes upward to look piteously up at her master, but if she was beseeching him for mercy, it was a misguided effort. In her eyes he could see more than her suffering. He saw her smoldering desire, and to him it seemed she was begging him to punish her. Giving her taut nipples an extra-hard yank, he began to fuck her brutally, using his cock as the instrument of her punishment. She cried desperately into the soggy cloth that flled her mouth, her immobile body straining in vain against itself. Within a few moments her shrieks broke up into frantic sobs, tears once more running down her cheeks. Watching her cry only made his passion surge, and he increased his pace, slamming his hips against her taut buttocks with each jarring thrust. He released her left nipple and moved his hand down to her plump little clitoris, pinching it and worrying it agonizingly between his thumb and fngers. Yet his cruel ministrations brought as much pleasure as they did pain, and her passion soared.

For many long minutes he pounded into her bowels like a piledriver, and she couldn’t help crying out with each and every devastating thrust. She sobbed freely, tears fying, so lost in the moment that she had no idea how long the interlude lasted. There was no room in her awareness for her personal demons of guilt and shame, it was almost as though they had never existed. She was utterly helpless, the Whisperer dominating her so completely, using her so brutally, that there was no question of her complicity. In the most bizarre and ironic way, she was free. Free to release her passion and become the thoughtless, sexual wonton that her upbringing had tried so hard to protect her from becoming. She wailed and sobbed and wallowed in wild ecstasy without a care, and she wished the moment could last a lifetime.

When the frst orgasm rose up and engulfed her, the sobbing wail rose into a frenzied squeal of almost-unendurable pleasure. Her senses reeled and spun, and she thought she was leaving her body for several moments, but when it had run its course she was still folded up tight on the padded table, her ravisher’s gargantuan cock still hammering away deep inside her.

In the aftermath, the pain of the intense sodomy overwhelmed her, and she yelped and groaned desperately into her gag, her eyes wide, wet and begging for mercy. But the Whisperer never even slowed his assault, the wild desperation in her eyes only fueling his passion. Her agony-spurred panic reached a crisis point, but the plunging battering ram that churned her guts into froth never slowed. Jessica’s helplessness was absolute, and she had no choice but to surrender, submerging her will into the roiling morass of submission that beckoned her. When she did, warmth washed over her consciousness, her arousal rising once more to soften the harshness of her anal plundering. Tendrils of pleasure spread from her sopping upturned pussy and down through her tortured bowels, her body responding almost immediately to her state of mind. Her anguished cries turned to keening wails and then to deep groans. Once again she was suspended between pleasure and pain, riding the thrumming chain of passion.

When the second orgasm blasted through her body and mind, it was even more intense than the frst had been. She shuddered and jerked uncontrollably, her high-pitched squeals ululating madly, her eyes rolled up into her head. The Whisperer watched her with a fevered gaze, his fngers twirling her swollen, slippery clit brutally. It was too much for even his iron will, and within moments he, too, was coming, flling her quaking bowels with spurt after spurt of hot semen. Groaning hoarsely, he enfolded her trembling body in his arms and held her tightly against him as the fnal spasms wracked him, and then he lay still, panting and heavy atop her, his warmth and mass providing her an odd comfort as she recovered her senses.

It was some time before the Whisperer was able to lift himself from Jessica’s tightly-folded body. As he withdrew the softened length of his penis from her rectum, her vagina contracted involuntarily, and the juices welled up from her upended pussy and trickled slowly down her already-soaked ass and belly. She was beyond caring.

When he released her at last from her bondage, ripping the tape from her mouth and plucking forth the soggy cloth, he stretched her out fat on the table and left her there, panting and rubbing her aching muscles, for several minutes. When he returned, he was wearing his cape once more, and he held the sheet and blanket from her bed. He wrapped them around her, rolling her into a tight bundle within, then picked her up in his arms.

Enveloped in the cocoon of her bedding, Jessica could see nothing as he carried her through the winding tunnels of his secret warren. She was only aware of his warmth and strength as he carried her effortlessly against his chest. She heard the crunching of gravel as he carried her across the roof, and felt the soft jarring as he descended the stairs. When he set her down she was in her own room once more, on her own bed. The blanket fell away from her, and she lay naked, gazing up at her masked abductor. Suddenly she was overwhelmed with a mad desire to give herself to this mysterious, cruel madman, to submit to him as she never had before. She suddenly rose and slid gracefully to the foor at his feet, kneeling there in abject submission. Still not satisfed, she threw herself forward, wrapping her arms around his boots and bathing the worn leather toes in passionate kisses.

“Master, I’m so sorry I resisted you! Please, please forgive me, Master!” she begged between kisses. The Whisperer gazed down at the naked beauty with a growing sense of gratifcation. From the frst moment he’d laid eyes on her, he’d known that within her there lived a passionate woman who longed to submit to a powerful master. There was much about her that he didn’t understand, but that much he’d been certain of. Now, at last, he was seeing the proof. He’d brought her to a submissive state many times through physical domination, but to see her of- fering her submission like this, voluntarily and spontaneously, was the culmination of his dreams. Seeing her like this brought his desire surging up in him once more, and his cock began to throb and grow inside his tight leggings. “Please Master, please… forgive me… please… don’t… don’t leave, Master, please…”

The girl’s pleading had degenerated in articulation, but the sincerity of it could not be doubted. He watched her prostrate herself for a while longer, then abruptly he reached down and seized a handful of her long, dark hair. He pulled her up by it, lifting her sharply until her body straightened, but keeping her on her knees. She gazed up at him with wide, pleading eyes, and fresh tears attested to the strength of her need.

“Please, Master,” she whispered, “let me be your slave…” A silver tear sparkled as it trickled slowly down her cheek. Her eyes remained fxed on his, searching for acceptance.

At length he growled and jerked her hair closer to his body, pressing her cheek against him. She felt the hot, hard length of his cock against her fesh, almost burning her through the tight, thin fabric, and she sensed what he wanted of her.

“Thank you, Master!” she sighed, and rubbed her cheek lovingly against the barely-concealed shaft. “Thank you… Thank you…” Her arms wrapped around his thighs, her hands caressing him intimately as she caressed his hard cock with frst her cheeks and forehead, then her lips and open mouth. With her hot breath and wonton lips she teased his throbbing cock through his leggings, her fngers stroking his ass and balls without restraint.

He let her continue for several minutes, her ardor thrill-ing and arousing him. When he could bear it no longer, he tore open the Velcro fastening and thrust the leggings down, baring himself to her lustful ministrations. His immense cock, released at last, sprang free, bobbing in the air before him.

The girl never hesitated. Seizing the thick shaft in her tiny hand, she opened her mouth wide and took the fat plum of his cockhead inside. The Whisperer gasped, amazed at how good it felt as her hot mouth enveloped his cockhead, her tongue sliding over its surface as she began to suck. If she noticed the acrid taste of her own ass clinging to the skin, she didn’t respond to it. She sucked it with an urgent will to please, her passion overcoming all reticence.

While her mouth worked at the head of his cock, she stroked his shaft with one hand, the other fondling his heavy balls lovingly. Never had he received such an exciting blowjob, for her sincere, ardent desire to please him was a far more powerful aphrodisiac than any amount of skill could have been. She devoted herself utterly to the act, giving every iota of her attention to pleasuring his penis. Despite the fact that he’d come in her ass only half an hour ago, she managed to coax a second load of come from him in barely more than six minutes. As he felt it beginning to fow, he tensed, grasping her head between his hands and gripping tightly, not trying to force himself deeper, but keeping her head still as his cock surged and began to spurt inside her mouth. He shook and groaned, barely keeping his feet as the intense orgasm wracked his body with sweet pleasure. She swallowed every drop, both her tiny hands pumping his thick shaft as though trying to get every drop from it. She held him in her mouth long after he’d fnished, letting it soften against her tongue and licking the very last drops as they oozed forth.

At last he stepped away from her, and she immediately sank into the submissive kneeling position he had de- manded of her the frst time he’d taken her. But she couldn’t help sneaking a hesitant peek at his face, to see if he was pleased with her. What she saw was triumph burning in his dark eyes. He gazed down at her, and he knew that she was his at last, and she knew that he knew. Yet still he felt that he must say the words, and she took comfort from them. “You are my slave at last, Jessica,” he whispered. “I know it now. And when next I call to you, you will come to me. You are mine. Forever.”

She trembled slightly as he spoke, and squeezed her eyes shut. Deep down, she hoped that what he said was true. When she heard the door shut, she looked up to fnd herself alone.

It was four o’clock in the morning. She took a shower and climbed into bed, but before she could fall asleep her doubts and fears rose up in her, followed quickly by what she had dreaded more than anything else, the ugly face of shame.

So desperately she had wanted the Whisperer to sweep away the torturous, nagging toils of guilt and shame! When she had offered her submission to him so desperately, it was partly out of fear that when he left, she would be left alone to be tormented by her old demons. When she was under his power, she felt more free than she ever had in her life, for his domination was so complete that it left no room for regrets. Even now, she had to admit, the heady memory of his domination, and the joy she’d felt in submission, kept the gnawing of her guilt at bay. It still tormented her, but she could fght it, she could keep it from making her regret what she’d done.

What she had experienced with her friends had been wondrous as well, she realized. They had, perhaps by intuition, recognized that she needed to be taken and rendered helpless to be able to yield to desire and pleasure. What she had enjoyed at their hands had been far more warm and caring, even loving, than anything she had endured at the hands of the Whisperer. Yet, she suddenly knew, their domination of her hadn’t been intense enough to drive away the guilt and the shame, and she had been overwhelmed afterward. She had succumbed to her demons, and on some level she had blamed her friends for her guilt, and it had driven her to the point where she couldn’t face them. Tears formed in her eyes as she realized that she might have lost their friendship.

If only she could maintain the clarity and the frame of mind she had now, perhaps she could still apologize to David, Sarah and Tina, and make things right again. She vowed that she would do so, no matter what it took.