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Bank holiday … final part
The fog cleared slowly from Jenny’s brain as the memory of her orgasm and predicament returned. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and quickly remembered the hair-tie, but her hair did not pull. She blinked several times, but all was still blackness; she could feel, however that the hood was gone.
The muscle-wrenching agony of her previous position was thankfully missing and Jenny realised she was sitting. Apart from her head, she could not move, but she was sitting.
Jenny tried to assess her position from top to bottom. The pressure around her head suggested a blindfold had replaced the hood. Breath came easily through her nose but her mouth was crammed by rubber. She could taste rubber on her tongue but could as well be paralyzed; her jaw was jammed wide open, her tongue trapped to the floor of her mouth and no air would enter no matter how she tried.
Jenny’s arms were tied behind her, crossed so that each hand cupped the opposite elbow. Something hard and immobile was between her back and arms, presumably the back of the chair she was sitting on.
As her still confused thoughts moved to her breasts, Jenny realised they were bound….very tightly indeed. Rigid bands ran above and below her bare tits and, as far as she could tell, around the chair-back and her arms too. More bonds encircled each large breast, trapping her blood inside them. Even in her blindness, Jenny could feel the swollen globes jutting straight out from her body, the pumping blood filling her nipples till they ached and tingled, distracting her attempts at rationality.
Yet more bonds encircled her waist, trapping her spine against the hard chair-back. Jenny could feel a tight rope or ropes cutting into her arse-crack and pelvis. The plug was still inside her, pushed deeper inside by the rope, which also held a dildo inside her pussy. Jenny had thought the plug huge, but the dildo seemed to fill her to bursting. She tried to squirm on the seat to relieve the pressure, but the tiny movement she could make seemed to stir her guts and made her giddy.
Jenny could feel her ankles tied up and back, spreading her thighs wide apart and as immobile as the rest of her. She sat trying to collect her thoughts; she was being attacked and brutalised by a sadistic escaped lunatic and had just had the orgasm of her life. The sound of movement in the room made her senses alert and her heart race. Fear? Fear which made her squirm again on the seat, fear which pulsed through her clit and bursting nipples.
“So, you little whore, are you going to tell me where that money is or do you want some more persuasion?”
Jenny couldn’t even grunt past the inflated gag. She shook her head in confusion.
“I’ll take that as you’re not telling.”
A stinging slap splattered across both engorged tits, then each nipple was grabbed between his thumb and finger, pulled, twisted and pinched.
Jenny’s head jerked back and lolled from side to side as she rode the sensations coursing wildly through her body. Sharp pain as he tightened clamps to each tortured nipple, then more as he hung weights from both clamps. The stinging fire of the flogger slashing across the tormented buds sent Jenny’s brain to another world where the pain was deep pleasure, where she knew herself at last.
“Wahey! This is really getting you going. I’ll be back in a bit and then I’ll want the answer.”
Suddenly the dildo started a low vibration and the butt-plug also throbbed, but at a higher rate. The tremours spread through her to the flaming nipples bursting from her swollen breasts.
She heard the front door open and close, then was lost to the feelings that were so much more than anything she had known.
Even the stabbing pain in her nipples and throbbing deep inside her did not entirely mask the aches and pains from the bondage and the position it held her in. Jenny pulled and twisted in her bonds to increase the pressure and feeling of freedom from the helplessness of her situation; he could do what he pleased to her naked body, it was not her responsibility, there was nothing she could do to resist.
Through the mist of her arousal, Jenny felt the man’s presence near her. The maddening vibrations stopped, then her mouth moved as the huge gag deflated then was pulled roughly from her, leaving her gasping and panting.
“So what do you say now?”
Jenny swallowed drool and coughed from the effects of the constant gagging, “There is no money, honestly. I don’t know anything about any money.”
“But you’re loving this aren’t you?”
“No, no! Let me go, please.”
He lifted a nipple weight in each hand and started pulling them round in circles; “you don’t want me to let you go. What do you want, slut?”
“Please!”
“Please what? What do you want you whore?”
Jenny felt tears behind her blindfold and shook her head. She mumbled quietly.
“What did you say? What do you want?”
“More” in a very small voice.
“What was that?”
“More. I want more. Fuck me…please fuck me….”
Suddenly hands were all over her, “Hip, hip, hooray….well done Jenny, welcome to the world.”
Blinding light as the blindfold disappeared. Jenny blinked and gawped, Kate!
Kate and Bob and behind them Mike, Kate’s boyfriend, looking sheepish with a newly shaven head….”Did you like my geordie accent?”
Bob was holding a riding-crop and grinning from ear to ear he gave Jenny a deep, long kiss, “Kate and Bob are going to help me finish you off, my dear….”
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