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resistance had blown away and she found herself a willing partner, kissing him back deeply, passionately. She felt the heat of his hands on her sides, the firmness of his body against her. A giddy rush passed over her. She contracted sharply around the balls still within her and nearly came right there against the wall.
His fingers rose to her throat, unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. Her breath caught, and a tiny jolt of fear rippled down her spine. The fear found the heat of her arousal, joined it, and she moaned. His fingers moved again, and the next button opened. He bent down, kissed the hollow of her throat softly. Another button parted. One hand slipped inside her shirt, cupped her breast. She moaned again, louder this time. Her fingers twined through his hair.
Before long, her shirt hung open. His fingers turned their attention to her skirt, which yielded quickly beneath them and fell to the floor. A short pause, then the lock in the front of the belt gave way. Cool air touched her throbbing, hardened clitoris. His hand slid between her legs, tugged the strap holding the dildo secure inside its wet hole. One strong pull and it slid free. She cried out sharply, thrust her hips hard against his hand. The warm heavy balls tumbled out of her with a wet squishing sound. Her juices poured from her, soaking his fingers. The balls chimed as he rolled them in his palm. “You are absolutely drenched, little whore.” Nimble fingers stroked her, coaxing the longing within her to life. She heard him chuckle at her moan.
Steel manacles closed around her wrists. She jumped in surprise, and a touch of fear quickened her breathing. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked, her voice small.
“I’m going to train you, of course.” He knelt. Hard metal closed around her ankles, just above her shoes. When he rose again, she heard the heavy clanking sound of chains. Something tugged on her wrists, and she gasped as she felt herself pulled abruptly away from the wall.
He led her by the cuffs around her wrists. Chains dragged behind her ankles as she moved, weighing down her steps. She walked with exaggerated caution, unable to see, legs wide apart; with every step the fear grew stronger, and her heart pounded more wildly. Vivid memories of what he’d done to her when she was chained to the bed flashed through her head. A tear leaked from beneath the blindfold and rolled down her cheek.
“Right here. Step up a little bit.” His hand steadied her as she stepped forward onto something slightly soft and perhaps as thick as an exercise mat. He rotated her body slightly. “Good.”
Chains clanked. Her feet were pulled apart abruptly; she stumbled and nearly fell. By the time she recovered, he had secured the chains around her ankles to some fixed point on each side of her, and her legs were spread wide. His voice sounded in her ear. “Take off your shirt.”
Hands trembling, she obeyed. She dropped it and stood naked save for her shoes, her ankles chained to the floor.
More clanking. He pulled on the chains around her wrists, lifting her arms over her head. She cried out as he hooked the chains to a point above her, then tightened them until her body was stretched taut. She was chained upright, standing spread eagle, arms bound so high overhead that she was nearly forced her to stand on tiptoe.
Fear became panic. Her breathing sounded ragged in her ears; with every breath, her breasts bobbed and swayed. Hands caressed her body from behind, flowed over the curve of her breasts. “Your nipples are very hard, little whore. You must like this.”
“No!”
“Suit yourself.” Tight clamps bit down hard on her nipple. She screamed and struggled against the chains. “There we go,” he said.
She felt a painful tugging, and realized that he had attached some kind of chain or cord to the clamps. She felt him hook the cord over something above her. Her breasts were dragged upward painfully as he drew it tight. She
His fingers rose to her throat, unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. Her breath caught, and a tiny jolt of fear rippled down her spine. The fear found the heat of her arousal, joined it, and she moaned. His fingers moved again, and the next button opened. He bent down, kissed the hollow of her throat softly. Another button parted. One hand slipped inside her shirt, cupped her breast. She moaned again, louder this time. Her fingers twined through his hair.
Before long, her shirt hung open. His fingers turned their attention to her skirt, which yielded quickly beneath them and fell to the floor. A short pause, then the lock in the front of the belt gave way. Cool air touched her throbbing, hardened clitoris. His hand slid between her legs, tugged the strap holding the dildo secure inside its wet hole. One strong pull and it slid free. She cried out sharply, thrust her hips hard against his hand. The warm heavy balls tumbled out of her with a wet squishing sound. Her juices poured from her, soaking his fingers. The balls chimed as he rolled them in his palm. “You are absolutely drenched, little whore.” Nimble fingers stroked her, coaxing the longing within her to life. She heard him chuckle at her moan.
Steel manacles closed around her wrists. She jumped in surprise, and a touch of fear quickened her breathing. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked, her voice small.
“I’m going to train you, of course.” He knelt. Hard metal closed around her ankles, just above her shoes. When he rose again, she heard the heavy clanking sound of chains. Something tugged on her wrists, and she gasped as she felt herself pulled abruptly away from the wall.
He led her by the cuffs around her wrists. Chains dragged behind her ankles as she moved, weighing down her steps. She walked with exaggerated caution, unable to see, legs wide apart; with every step the fear grew stronger, and her heart pounded more wildly. Vivid memories of what he’d done to her when she was chained to the bed flashed through her head. A tear leaked from beneath the blindfold and rolled down her cheek.
“Right here. Step up a little bit.” His hand steadied her as she stepped forward onto something slightly soft and perhaps as thick as an exercise mat. He rotated her body slightly. “Good.”
Chains clanked. Her feet were pulled apart abruptly; she stumbled and nearly fell. By the time she recovered, he had secured the chains around her ankles to some fixed point on each side of her, and her legs were spread wide. His voice sounded in her ear. “Take off your shirt.”
Hands trembling, she obeyed. She dropped it and stood naked save for her shoes, her ankles chained to the floor.
More clanking. He pulled on the chains around her wrists, lifting her arms over her head. She cried out as he hooked the chains to a point above her, then tightened them until her body was stretched taut. She was chained upright, standing spread eagle, arms bound so high overhead that she was nearly forced her to stand on tiptoe.
Fear became panic. Her breathing sounded ragged in her ears; with every breath, her breasts bobbed and swayed. Hands caressed her body from behind, flowed over the curve of her breasts. “Your nipples are very hard, little whore. You must like this.”
“No!”
“Suit yourself.” Tight clamps bit down hard on her nipple. She screamed and struggled against the chains. “There we go,” he said.
She felt a painful tugging, and realized that he had attached some kind of chain or cord to the clamps. She felt him hook the cord over something above her. Her breasts were dragged upward painfully as he drew it tight. She
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