today?” she asked.
“Nah,” Mike snickered. “The others will be along soon. I showed up early because we need to discuss today.”
“What’s to discuss?” Jenya asked dubiously.
“This,” Mike said and slipped a backpack from his shoulders.
She watched impatiently as he unzipped it. Jenya had a bad feeling knotting in her stomach. Moments later, Mike confirmed her fears.
“Come here,” he commanded as he held up some straps.
Jenya stared at him for a moment then did as he asked. Mike smiled and indicated for her to turn around. She obliged.
The room went dark as Mike slid the blindfold over her eyes and tied it behind her head. Her body tingled with anticipation and dread. She knew that at any point she could refuse but the pangs of pleasure swirling in her moistening cunt convinced her otherwise.
Next Mike inserted a ball-gag into her mouth and buckled the strap behind her head as well. He could feel her light trembling and assured her it would be okay. He leaned forward and whispered.
“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered. “You know that and you’re free to stop me at any time.”
I know. Damn you! I know that you fucking ass! But don’t stop. Please don’t stop!
“I know,” she returned in a breathlessly. “Please, continue.”
Mike nodded then felt a little silly doing so. Not only was she blindfolded but he was also standing behind her. There was no way she would have ever seen him nod. He simply murmured an okay then went about his business.
He lashed her wrists behind her back then wrapped a strap around one arm, just above her elbow then ran it across her back and did the same with the other. Her arms were bound tightly behind her in a way she was simply unable to move them a millimeter.
“Let’s go,” he said.
Jenya nodded. He took her by the arm and together, they left the hotel room.
Chapter 2: The Road to Somewhere
Mike dodged the dubious looks he got from some of the hotel’s patrons as he led Jenya to his car. He opened the door and helped her in then closed the door behind her. He looked up at some old woman gawking at him from the rail above.
“She likes it when I fuck her like that!” he shouted then flipped her off.
The old woman swatted her hand at him then promptly left. Mike laughed and got into the car with Jenya. He reached over and fastened her seatbelt before starting the car to leave.
Jenya wriggled in the front seat, trying to slide down a bit to make it a little more comfortable. Having her arms bound behind her back made it difficult but eventually she found just the right spot. Now all that was left was to wait while Mike drove them to some unknown destination.
Mike glanced over at Jenya now and then as they drove. He noticed that in her attempt to get more comfortable, her miniskirt had ridden up her legs and was now bunched around her waist. He could see a noticeable wetness forming in the cleft of the fabric.
“So I’m sure you’re wondering where we’re going, huh?” he asked.
Jenya nodded and said something Mike couldn’t make out because of the ball gag. He smirked and put his hand on her bare thigh. She flinched a little at his touch then let out a muffled coo as she spread her legs a little. He caressed her smooth flesh, moving his hand along the inside of her leg, inching it closer and closer to her wet, covered snatch.
“You’ll love it,” he teased. “We have all sorts of naughty things for you. Chains. Whips. Toys. Like a sex buffet.”
Her pussy spasmed at the thought. If she had even a shred of self-control left, his words ripped it from her will. Her hips moved a little, urging him to touch her as they drove. She thought maybe if she came before they arrived at wherever the road was taking them then maybe she could steel herself against their plans.
Christ Mike! Just touch me. Please. I need that at least. Just stuff your fucking hand in my panties and finger my cunt!
She groaned into the gag. Her hips moved more
“Nah,” Mike snickered. “The others will be along soon. I showed up early because we need to discuss today.”
“What’s to discuss?” Jenya asked dubiously.
“This,” Mike said and slipped a backpack from his shoulders.
She watched impatiently as he unzipped it. Jenya had a bad feeling knotting in her stomach. Moments later, Mike confirmed her fears.
“Come here,” he commanded as he held up some straps.
Jenya stared at him for a moment then did as he asked. Mike smiled and indicated for her to turn around. She obliged.
The room went dark as Mike slid the blindfold over her eyes and tied it behind her head. Her body tingled with anticipation and dread. She knew that at any point she could refuse but the pangs of pleasure swirling in her moistening cunt convinced her otherwise.
Next Mike inserted a ball-gag into her mouth and buckled the strap behind her head as well. He could feel her light trembling and assured her it would be okay. He leaned forward and whispered.
“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered. “You know that and you’re free to stop me at any time.”
I know. Damn you! I know that you fucking ass! But don’t stop. Please don’t stop!
“I know,” she returned in a breathlessly. “Please, continue.”
Mike nodded then felt a little silly doing so. Not only was she blindfolded but he was also standing behind her. There was no way she would have ever seen him nod. He simply murmured an okay then went about his business.
He lashed her wrists behind her back then wrapped a strap around one arm, just above her elbow then ran it across her back and did the same with the other. Her arms were bound tightly behind her in a way she was simply unable to move them a millimeter.
“Let’s go,” he said.
Jenya nodded. He took her by the arm and together, they left the hotel room.
Chapter 2: The Road to Somewhere
Mike dodged the dubious looks he got from some of the hotel’s patrons as he led Jenya to his car. He opened the door and helped her in then closed the door behind her. He looked up at some old woman gawking at him from the rail above.
“She likes it when I fuck her like that!” he shouted then flipped her off.
The old woman swatted her hand at him then promptly left. Mike laughed and got into the car with Jenya. He reached over and fastened her seatbelt before starting the car to leave.
Jenya wriggled in the front seat, trying to slide down a bit to make it a little more comfortable. Having her arms bound behind her back made it difficult but eventually she found just the right spot. Now all that was left was to wait while Mike drove them to some unknown destination.
Mike glanced over at Jenya now and then as they drove. He noticed that in her attempt to get more comfortable, her miniskirt had ridden up her legs and was now bunched around her waist. He could see a noticeable wetness forming in the cleft of the fabric.
“So I’m sure you’re wondering where we’re going, huh?” he asked.
Jenya nodded and said something Mike couldn’t make out because of the ball gag. He smirked and put his hand on her bare thigh. She flinched a little at his touch then let out a muffled coo as she spread her legs a little. He caressed her smooth flesh, moving his hand along the inside of her leg, inching it closer and closer to her wet, covered snatch.
“You’ll love it,” he teased. “We have all sorts of naughty things for you. Chains. Whips. Toys. Like a sex buffet.”
Her pussy spasmed at the thought. If she had even a shred of self-control left, his words ripped it from her will. Her hips moved a little, urging him to touch her as they drove. She thought maybe if she came before they arrived at wherever the road was taking them then maybe she could steel herself against their plans.
Christ Mike! Just touch me. Please. I need that at least. Just stuff your fucking hand in my panties and finger my cunt!
She groaned into the gag. Her hips moved more
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