The keeper - illustrated bondage story, part 22

Then his right hand was there, clapped over her lips. Then his right forearm was there, jammed under her chin. Then he lay down completely, pressing her body with his.

“That’s better,” he sighed, and his hips started moving again.

Melissa’s eyes widened and widened and widened as she felt his still hard, still stiff prick sliding into her. Then her brow furrowed and she tried to twist her head from under his grasp. He wouldn’t let her. Her mouth was completely full with thick, pulpy white cloth. Her teeth were clamped shut and her lips were pressed down and together. She tried to scream again, but only the most pathetic mumble came out.

And still he kept pushing his cock in and up her vagina. To her mounting horror, it was responding. After all the stimulation of the previous night, her cunt was flling with lubrication, her vaginal walls gripping and rippling across the bulbous penis. Melissa struggled and cried, trying to kick him, but the handcuffs attached to the ring bolted to the foor gave her no leeway -- nor did the ankle cuffs which kept her legs wrapped around him.

She tried to push him off with her body, but that only pressed her breasts against his. That only rubbed her stomach against him. Melissa tried to bring her fsts up to hit him, but they remained stretched over her head. She tried to bring her arms up to dislodge his arms, but the big, fuffy pillow all but pushed her face into his hands.

He kept his fngers and palm tightly over her working mouth and his forearm against her chin -- feeling her Adam’s apple bobbing and the tendons in her neck working. He heard her grunts and curses becoming gasps and moans as he continued thrusting.

He felt her body grow wet and hot as he kept at it. He saw her eyes grow soft and unfocused. He saw her head push harder and harder against the pillow. He felt her legs stop trying to kick him, and stretch out as far as the steel shackles would allow. He even felt her hips rise to meet his.