The keeper - illustrated bondage story, part 28

Melissa started to shake. Dana cried out, bobbing from the waist. “Yes,” he said, crushing the teenager to him.

“Come along,” said the woman, letting go of Melissa’s arm. “Time to eat.”

He started in place, then quickly flled his hand with soft, full, lustrous, red hair. He held her upright, then slowly led her into the dining room.

Melissa made little ah-ing sounds of pain as she was directed to the table by her mane, but then he transferred his grip to her lower arm and sat down. The wire hobble kept her from running, and besides, the old woman was already there behind her.

“Kneel,’ she said. Melissa turned her head and made another ah-ing sound of query, but then the old woman kicked her behind the knees. Melissa almost managed a cry of surprise, but then her heels were off the foor and her knees hit the carpet. His hands were there at her shoulders, keeping her from falling all the way over.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” To add to her comfort, the old woman was pulling up her hair and unbuckling the leather band from over her mouth.

He smiled when it was pulled off. Sure enough, there was a large, round, metal ring wedged behind her teeth. On each side was another thin band which went around her head, under her hair, holding it in.

Her soft red lips worked, moving on and off her small white teeth as she tried to dislodge it with her tongue. With her jaw pushed like that, all she could make were the wet ah-ing sounds of effort and discomfort.

“There,” said the woman. “That isn’t so bad, is it?” Then,, with two quick pulls, she tore the black patches off Melissa’s eyes.

Yes, it was so bad. Melissa was kneeling between his legs, facing him. She blinked, trying to get her big blue-green eyes to focus. He watched them clear and then widen.

His pants were down. His cock was hard and erect, close to her chin like a microphone.

She stiffened, and tried to pull back, but the woman was there behind her, blocking the way. And he was there, sitting in front of her, his fngers curling in her hair on either side of her face. Melissa struggled and tried to scream, but all she could do was move her tongue to make a desperate gargling noise.

“Yes, yes,” the old woman cooed. “I told you. Time to eat.” He started pulling her head toward him.

Melissa jerked and spasmed and pulled, but they sandwiched her just under the lip of the table edge. She tried raising her arms and spreading her legs, but the woman had her bulk tight against Melissa’s back while her full, lustrous hair was tightly gripped and tugged by the man. Her sounds became ever more frantic and begging the closer the cock inched toward her chin; her mouth forced open to take it. Her eyes got bigger and bigger and bigger as the penis flled them. Then, just as the crown lightly touched her chin, her eyes screwed shut and tears began to stream out.

She quaked, trying one last attempt to pull away, but now the woman had her hands on Melissa’s neck and back, pushing. His hands shifted to the top and back of her head, pulling. He felt the top of the ring touch the back of his cock.