The keeper - illustrated bondage story, part 21

His head was down. His hands were gripping her ass. His arms were wrapped around her thighs. He was repeatedly impaling her onto his erect cock with an incredible urgency. Melissa screamed her head drop- ping back, the cry being vibrated and diminished by her situation. It seemed to shake and gargle, then get choked off by the repeated ramming.

Her feet were still behind him, clanking quietly in the ankle-cuffs, jerking by their short tether to the ring.

Melissa yanked at her arms, but those handcuffs were unyielding as well. She was stretched on a makeshift fucking rack. The only thing she had going for her was the new gag. It only blocked her throat and obstructed her tongue. She could still get decent volume if she concentrated. Melissa tried to ignore his slamming meat. She tried to ignore the invasion into her girlhood. She tried to ignore the lancing sensations as he pushed along her vaginal canal again and again. Instead she tried to retreat into her head. She demanded that her mouth open as wide as it could, and all her air pour through her throat.

She started to scream just as he pulled down on her again. The scream was cut off. He kept pulling and thrusting. Her wind kept getting knocked out of her in horrid grunts. Finally she went nuts. She twisted and kicked and shook and failed and screamed.

The scream was interrupted and choked back, but never off. And as she was jerked, it grew louder and louder and louder, until it seemed to fll the entire basement.

Then suddenly, her back slammed onto the mattress. Her entire body dropped, surprising her. She froze for one second. One second too long.

She opened her mouth and sucked in breath to scream again, then he fell on top of her. The wind came out her mouth in a wheeze, her eyes teared, her head reared up, her face got red, sweat popped from her brow, and all her veins showed. Her eyes were flled with his face as he lay on top of her; his hands working furiously behind her head.

“Ssh,’ he was whispering. “Ssh, quiet, quiet.”

She flled her eyes with him, her expression flling with hate. She vindictively flled her lungs with air and opened her mouth to scream louder than she ever had, when the gag knot at the back of her head suddenly came loose and he stuffed the entire cloth into her mouth.