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JUST A FICTIONAL STORY. NOT BASED ON REAL PEOPLE, EVENTS, OR LOCATIONS. NOT A PLAN OF ANY FORM.
Chapter Three
“Gimme your hands, Girly.” The fear had taken hold now, there was no way to resist. Even if she could scream, or bite, or see her attacker, there was no chance of her escaping. She realized that. Slowly, Sara pulled her hands away from her chest and placed them where he could take control of them. He grabbed both of her arms and placed her left arm horizontal on her mid-back. Then he put all of his attention on he right arm. “Make a fist, Girl.” She made a fist, and he pulled a sort of leather bag over her whole hand. It fit snugly, and forced her to keep her hand in a fist, but he wasn’t done yet. Next he produced a wide leather strap, and buckled it tightly around her wrist. The leather cuff kept the tight little bag in place, and the two combined effectively made her hand and fingers impossible to use. Really all she had now was a leather clad stump.
The man then replaced her left arm with her right, and produced another leather bag. “Fist. Now.” As he slipped the second bag over he second hand, the poor girl began to wail into her gag. It actually caught the man off guard a bit. She didn’t try to fight him or squirm, she just screamed and cried, with her head resting on the bed. He quickly finished the process of locking away her second useless leather stump. and then pulled out another pair of leather cuffs. These ones he buckled around her upper arms, just above the elbows. He almost felt bad for the poor thing as he brought up her left wrist cuff and locked it securely to her right elbow cuff. Her crying continued as he then brought her right wrist up, crossed it with the left arm, and then buckled to it’s opposite elbow.
Now that she was very much restrained, the man decided it was fair to take a closer look at his prize. With one strong hand on each of her arms, he pulled her up onto her feet and backed her up to the center of the room. Her breathing was heavy, and her pathetic sobs excited him more than ever. He took a step back to sit at the edge of the bed and removed his jacket, then laid it down on the bed. Sara stood awkwardly in the center of her own bedroom, not knowing where the man was and terrified of what he would do next.
“Come here, Girl” she heard him say. “Follow my voice, Baby.” Baby? This man must have been some sort of a lunatic, she thought. But what could she do? She continued to pray to God for the Police or her mom, or maybe her Dad would suddenly come through the door. Despite her wishes to be free, she had to accept this nut-job’s authority. Sara slowly crept over to the sound of his voice. It was only three small steps before she felt him grab her around her waist, which emitted a sharp and unpleasant grunt from her lips. He pulled her in close to her and lifted her shirt up, resulting in even more unhappy tones from her pouty little lips. He could see drool just starting to spill out and drip down her beautiful little chin.
Then the man grabbed the corner of her sweats, and quickly yanked them down with one hand. Her cute baby blue panties were revealed, and he smirked at the little bow on the front of them. “Look at you and your little bow. Do you like bows, Girl?” he asked her. Sara had no reply she just squirmed around in his hands, now desperate just to have him stop touching her. “Don’t you worry Girl, we’re not going any farther than this.” He then grabbed her even tighter around her waist and pulled her right up to him. She could hear his breath, heavy with excitement. The man pushed her butt back to his bent right knee and forced her up onto it. The poor girl kept her knees locked together as tightly as she possibly could, terrified of what this sadistic loon would try to do next. But his attention moved upward as he slipped his left hand slowly up her shirt. Sara let out a loud grunt of disapproval, but it did nothing to deter his actions. His hand rubbed her soft, creamy skin all the way up until it came in contact with her small right breast. His hand cupped her boob lightly, then gave it a few tender squeezes. “You know you have pretty pathetic tits for a grown woman” he told her. She was secretly hoping he would decide he didn’t like her breasts so much that he would just pack up and leave. “They’ll have to do.”
His thumb and forefinger then began to slowly rub her little nipple, gently stimulating her. At first she made quiet but audible protests, but after a minute they ceased. What replaced them were beautiful moans of unwanted pleasure. The man continued to play with her nipple, and watched as her demeanor changed. Her muscles loosened slowly, and her knees even managed to begin to drift apart a little bit. As he continued, her moans became louder and her head lulled back a tiny bit more every minute.
Then suddenly the man stopped, and pulled his hand from her shirt. Sara was left utterly confused. How the hell could she submit to that? What was wrong with her?
His left arm then slipped under her legs and he stood, turned and sat her down at the edge of the bed. Next, she heard him fumbling for through something to her side. Next thing she knew, the man was down at her feet buckling another set of leather cuffs around her ankles. Again she prayed, this time that he was done with the restraints. What else could he possibly have to lock up? And then he began to buckle another pair of leather cuffs around her thighs.
“Stand up, Girl” he demanded, and she obeyed him. “Turn around” and she did. Then suddenly she felt his hands grab her around the waste and under her buttocks as he lifted her up onto the bed. She gave another sharp grunt as she was laid down so forcefully, and another when he pushed her cuffed ankles down to meet with the backs of her thighs. There were two quiet little clicks, and then they were trapped there.
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