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Ch. 5
“I need something that a master escape artist couldn’t get out of.” Brad said to the stunning adult store clerk.
“Sounds like you have a regular ‘Amazing Daphne’ at home.” She joked. Brad responded with nervous laughter, not wanting to give away his shocking secret. He had the ‘Amazing Daphne’ under lock and key while he toyed with the famous vagina for hours that morning (and in a way still toying with it). He was feeling very guilty for leaving her still bound in chains on their bed.
Earlier, while removing the clothespins and wax from her body he watched her writhe as he massaged back the circulation to her genitals. Of note, Daphne’s squeals were almost inaudible beneath the gag. He was being reminded of how much of her suffering was not conveyable due to her severe gag and hood. Maybe she was already broken under that mass of leather, he thought. Looking at the mess he made of her pussy lips, clit and inner thighs, he was afraid of taking off the gag and finding out what she had to say. But, it was the responsible thing to do with the girl he loves so very much.
“Are you OK Daphne?” Brad said as he unlocked her gag and removed the bit, noting the deep imprint the strap made on her face.
“Don’t stop.” She pleaded breathlessly, still short of her orgasm after two hours of teasing. Her voice was hoarse from the aspiration of fluids when she was drowning and the hours of screaming into the gag.
“What was that?”
“Don’t stop!” she said more angrily.
“Don’t stop?” Brad said. “But I’m torturing you. I don’t want to hurt…”
“No. Cum, I need to cum.” She blurted out while realizing that she had never uttered such a sentence before.
She must be OK if she was still thinking about sex, he thought. “Did you like the game?” Brad said and he fingered her clit. “Do you think you can still escape?” He said as the sadist in him was truly coming out for the first time.
Daphne could feel a power change in their relationship that was unacceptable. She probably could kick his ass if she were not bound. However with all her senses robbed of her except sound and with virtually all movement constricted, she considered using diplomacy.
“Just fuck me with your dick and I wont kill you when I get out of this.”
Brad’s exploring hands had found bruised and mildly burned areas of her labia which he kneaded between his fingers and which provoked a delicious reaction by his girl. It was an inaudible scream that was forced out like a furious puff of air as he could see Daphne would not allow her significant other to hear her holler at his ministrations. She was trapped worse by the bondage of her mind and the pride of not letting him win. He then pulled back her hood and blinders to expose the top of her soaked head and her piercing blue eyes. Brad pressed his forehead against hers and looked at her so close that all he could see were those eyes, out of focus by their proximity, scanning for any signs of weakness.
The sweat of their foreheads mixed together and dripped on their faces and simultaneously Brad and Daphne let out a chuckle about the absurdity of it all. They both stank and they both had their busy day wasting away as the impossible drama continued.
“I’ll tell you what Daphne. You said you want some challenges to escape from and worst case scenarios to practice, well what if you are incapacitated by your horniness?” Brad said in an obnoxious way. “I’m seeing a very perverted side of you and if your body betrayed you on stage, it could mean the end of your life.”
What nonsense, Daphne thought. She had never in her life had one particle of distraction enter her mind during a heated performance, especially not of a sexual nature. Now this bum of a boyfriend meant to make her out as a whore with no control of her body. But they both knew that her body was still worked-up in a sexual frenzy that had left her at Brad’s mercy. She could not argue that Brad did not reveal a vulnerability between her legs that reminded this tomboy that she was very much a woman.
“I’ll give you a chance to escape, unbothered by my presence. But, you can’t expect me to let you cum unless you free yourself. That is your motivation as well as your distraction. Also, if you don’t escape, then we’ll try other scenarios of MY design that are meant to toughen you up and make you less of a slut.”
‘Son of a bitch,’ thought Daphne. For the first time, she showed a hint of panic in front of her boyfriend as she thrust her pussy at him and asked with unexpected politeness to cum before the challenge. “Just relax baby and focus on blocking out your perversion for the sake of the show.”
Brad briskly reapplied her hood, binders and gag over her quickly muffled protests. Brad looked at her helpless squirming body and felt confident, but when he caught site of her thrashing battle hardened bare muscular legs still shackled to the bedposts, he was reminded of the warrior within this confinement that will try to escape by ANY means. ‘Man I’m lucky,’ he thought to himself. He grabbed a video camera and tripod and left it running while pointed at the bed. It would be a crime to miss the action.
As a freshly shaven and showered Brad was getting ready to leave the house, he had a wicked idea. He did not bother to search the house for a vibrator, because this Saint would never have purchased one. But passing Daphne’s giant aquarium, its buzzing sound reminded him of the heavy vibrations of the circulating pump. Brad reached in and unplugged the sucker. He cleaned it off and carefully applied the device, which was about the size of two of his fists, over Daphne’s still swollen vagina. The smell of her sex blended perfectly with its aquatic aroma and once plugged in, its buzzing matched harmoniously with the guttural moans from her constricted throat. Brad found Daphne’s black latex tape and used it to secure the pump to her pussy. Brad was still sure she would free herself, so he used the remaining tape to mummify her head with it, leaving just her nostrils free. Then he wrapped extra pieces of it at key parts of her body to help remove any slack in the suit.
Daphne had never used a vibrator before and had never felt her pussy as sensitive as it was to the pump’s pulsations. It was like her sex was being pricked by a thousand electric needles or someone was blowing a raspberry to her groin. To Brad’s childlike amazement, she was so disinhibited that she was releasing a flood of urine onto the bed along with the gushing of her pussy juices. This stimulation would not let her come but would leave her continuously on the brink of orgasm until she or someone could remove the device.
‘Now we have a challenge!’ Brad thought.
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