by Jen Eastwood
HYPNO STUD 5
by
Jen Eastwood
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HYPNO STUD 5
Veronica's hospitality went far beyond anything I could have imagined. Her body was just as open to me as the vacation home, and I took full advantage throughout the first week. Skiing was about the last thing on my mind, even if the powder was deep and fresh.
I woke up on Monday morning knowing the trip was half over. Veronica's had curled up next to me, barely moving from the position she'd fallen asleep in. The best part about the mornings was the healing of the chafing I'd been skirting around for the entire stay.
Her eyes opened as I started to get up. “Trent, let's try something different this morning.” My heart sank. The usual was having Veronica's long legs wrapped around my back.
“Like what?”
She leaned up, letting the covers fall below her naked breasts. “There's a fantasy I always wanted to try, but I never had the guts to ask someone.”
I was intrigued. “Shoot.”
Veronica blushed harder than a ripe tomato. “I don't know if I should. You'd probably think less of me.”
You're a famous swimsuit model who lets me fuck her like an animal. If you murdered my family, I'd still bow at your feet and worship. I forced a smile and said, “We'll never know until you ask.” I sat on the edge of the bed and turned my back. I knew she'd never tell me while I was looking her in the face.
“It's not slapping puppies or anything.” She paused for a moment and took a deep breath. “Have you ever had a fantasy you can't tell anyone about?”
I'm living that kind of dream now. “Sure.”
“Is it weird that I want to be taken against my will?”
“Would you judge me if I told you that sounds fun?”
Veronica put a hand on my back and let it slide down. “Not at all.”
But how in the hell would we do that, and keep it at just role play? “Should we get started then?”
“It's a little hard to imagine that's what's happening if we just woke up together.”
Inspiration struck as I turned around. I whistled and looked Veronica in the eyes. Do as I will it be, for it is service I call you to. “Go take a shower. Forget who I am until I tell you to remember me.” The hypnosis ritual might not have been necessary, but I wasn't taking any chances.
The luster disappeared from her eyes. “A stranger, waiting for me to get out of the shower to have his way with me?” She grinned and cocked her head. “I like it.” The shine in her irises gradually came back.
Whether that would be true or not, I had to find out for myself.
I got dressed and let her start the shower. The door to the master bathroom opened into the bedroom within feet of the bed, so I knew where to hide. With the sound of the glass door latching shut, I knew time was limited.
My car had barely moved since I started staying there. I had some nylon rope in the trunk. When I got back to the bedroom with all fifty feet, I cut it into ten foot sections and hung them off of my belt loop. I decided not to put on my ski mask.
My dick got harder with each second I spent listening for the water to turn off. The pipes went silent after a couple of minutes. Supposedly, Veronica forgot I even existed at that very moment.
I went ahead and pulled my zipper down. The muffled sound of Veronica drying herself off gradually moved closer. The door creaked open.
Veronica came out from behind it, a white towel wrapped around her torso. She didn't get a chance to see me as she walked just beyond the door. It was a trap of her own making, and she had strolled right into it.
I stepped just behind her, giving her a split second to jump at the sound. Before she could turn around, I sealed off her mouth with the palm of my hand and took one of her arms behind her back. Her body was still warm and wet, steaming wherever her skin was exposed.
Veronica struggled to break free. I forced her face down into the bed. Her legs kicked and she screamed as I broke a hand away to grab a section of rope.
I sat myself across the small of her back. She struggled to get her wrists out of my grip. The volume of her shrieking meant the isolation of the cabin probably kept me out of jail that morning.
The balls of her feet crashed against my back as I secured a hitch around the first wrist. I quickly wrapped the cord around both and secured the lashing. A quick test of the knot made me glad to be a former Boy Scout.
Veronica stopped screaming and kicking. I could feel her body shaking underneath me. “Please, just don't hurt me,” she pleaded.
I didn't respond, getting up and taking her ankles in hand. I bound them in the same way as her wrists. I looped another strip of rope between the two bindings, pulling it tight to force her arms and legs back.
Veronica rolled onto her side and got her second look at me as a total stranger. “What are you gonna do to me?” The fear in her eyes was as obvious as my raging eagerness.
“Exactly what you want me to do,” I said, pushing her head up by the cheek.
The first tear ran down her face, running into my fingers. “I don't know what you mean.”
She did as soon as I pulled the towel skirt loose. Veronica buried her face in the comforter. I grabbed hold of her tits and bent down. She sobbed uncontrollably as I took a nipple into my mouth.
It only took a few seconds for it to swell up against my tongue. My hand snaked its way down her stomach. I felt her thighs clench shut.
I made Veronica learn first-hand the lesson of being careful about what you wish for. I sat up and rolled her onto her back. Taking her jaw in hand, I forced her to look up at me as I said, “You're gonna fucking watch.”
Veronica opened her eyes, letting a fresh batch of tears streak down. The look on her face betrayed her struggle between fear and arousal. My fingers were just above her pussy and wriggling closer. “Please, don't.”
I grabbed two of the pillows and forced them under the back of her head. “Spread 'em!” Veronica tightened her legs further. I took a generous pinch on her inner thigh, using the ticklishness I'd discovered days before against her. She jerked, trying to resist. I squeezed and released in quick succession while shouting, “Now!”
The will to fight back left her as she opened her legs. I felt her clit, already swelling from her darkest fantasy coming true. Her pussy was soaked, saturating the skin of her inner thighs faster than I had ever seen her pull off.
I pushed two fingers inside, going straight for her g-spot. Veronica gasped, writhing inside the bindings. The wetness inside her was already sloshing around, bringing a look of sheer defeat to her beautiful face.
Veronica moaned, trying her best not to look like she was enjoying it. As soon as a smile graced her lips, I knew it was time to take a darker turn. “I've been watching you all week. Did you know that?”
My fingers slipped out as she asked, “You mean, you've been stalking me just to do th
is?”
“Not exactly.” I stood up and pulled her legs to the edge of the bed. The peach between her thighs just peeked out between her uppermost reaches of her thighs.
Veronica's worry came back. “So you know who I am.”
“No.”
I didn't have time or concern enough to keep looking at her face. I pulled my pants and boxers off in seconds. My cock lifted, almost like it had its own pulse.
Veronica gave escape one more try. She twisted and squirmed, trying to slip out of the knots in vain. I propped my shaft against the opening I had been enjoying so thoroughly.
“If you do this, they'll come looking for you.” The desperation in her voice was palpable. But it wasn't enough to convince me that this wasn't how she saw her fantasy playing out.
I pressed inside, gliding straight through her passage. Veronica buried her face again as I pulled my shirt off. I tossed it over her head. “Like they wouldn't if I stopped now.”
Her moans picked up their tempo with my speed. Once her voice edged on screaming, I pulled the shirt off of her face. Veronica quickly turned her smile into a frown.
“You were enjoying that. Just admit it.”
A blush of shame consumed her. “If a strange man forces himself on me, don't I have a right to try and make the best of it?”
“Or you might just be a slut.” I plunged hard, forcing a shout out of her.
Her eyes went dark. “It's better than sneaking in on women and having your way with them against their will.”
Is she trying to make it worse? Or is that just what she wants? “Bad choice of words.” I forced a look of rage and hammered away at her pussy, the crack of our hips meeting echoing through the open ceiling.
Veronica curled her torso and whimpered. I felt her walls tighten against me. Before she could come, I pulled out.
She almost looked furious. “What? Is it too much for you?”
I bent down and pulled the pocketknife out of my pants. Veronica's eyebrows went up when I held it in front of her. Luckily for her, all I did was cut the rope around her ankles.
Veronica stretched her legs and sat on the edge of the mattress. It was time to find out if she was willing to prove her enjoyment. I lied down on the bed and ordered her, “On top. Now.” I knew her moves in that position well enough to tell.
She followed the command dutifully. Veronica straddled my hips and avoided looking me in the face. She went for a dry hump, sliding the lips of her pussy along my shaft.
Patience wasn't my greatest quality. I shifted myself down as she began sliding back, letting the movement of her body push me inside. Veronica whimpered and flung her head back.
I grabbed on to her breasts, wondering how rough I could be with the pair before the insurance policy on them took effect. Her nipples were hard as stone. Veronica gyrated her hips, giving me the slow ride to happiness I had come to expect every morning.
She finally looked down at me and bent closer. “You know, you could have just asked.” I squeezed her mounds and pulled her even further into my face.
“You didn't look like you wanted it that way, trotting around a cabin by yourself like that.”
She smiled and nuzzled my cheek. “If you untie my hands, I promise I won't run away.”
I pulled her into me and grabbed her wrists. “Do you think I'm that fucking stupid?” The coils of rope gave me a good handle. I pulled her back by the arms and hammered away from below.
Veronica wailed with each burst of thrusts. The silky texture and warmth racing against the skin of my cock outdid her body's responses from before. There was no doubt she was having the time of her life, but couldn't admit to it.
I never let up. As I felt my borderline case of chafing flare up with the furious reaming, Veronica locked her muscles. Any sense of mercy left me as I kept on, not even stopping as she leaned her head painfully into my shoulder.
My endurance finally gave out nearly a minute later. My lungs struggled for breath only slightly less than Veronica's. Her body rumbled with the hard fit of climax.
I pushed her off of me. She fell, seized like a rusted bolt into the mattress. I bent over the edge of the bed and grabbed the three bits of rope still attached to my pants in the floor.
Veronica slowly became aware of the outside world again as I tied a rope around her ankle. I moved to lash it around the foot board as she gave a weak attempt at resistance. I put a hand around her foot, pinning against the bed as I finished the knot with one hand.
She gave in as I secured her other foot. “So, Mr. Stranger, what now?”
I knew better than to untie her hands without making sure she couldn't reach her ankles first. I made a slipknot and put it around her neck. Beads of sweat cropped up on her forehead as I tied it to the posts of the head board. I made sure to leave plenty of slack. Keeping her still was all I had in mind.
Veronica shivered in renewed fear. I straddled her with my legs and reached under her back. The wrist lashing had pulled tight against her struggle. It took a minute, but I had fun seeing the shame and arousal mix together for a look worth remembering.
I freed her arms and pulled one of them up. Her skin had conformed to the braid of the rope in a red and pink pattern. “I've got something special I want to do to you.”
The lust instantly left her face. I knew she was thinking the worst. She jerked up, tightening the loop around her neck.
I pushed her shoulders back and pulled the knot a bit looser. “Easy,” I said, “you'll live.”
Veronica let her arm go limp as I pulled it toward the corner of the mattress. I made several loops on her upper arm, just above the elbow. My time with Bridgette and her love of being tied up left me enough experience to avoid marks that lasted more than a few hours.
I secured both arms, pulling the slipknot from her neck to secure the last limb. Her body was outstretched and wide open to any sort of pleasure, or punishment, I cared to dish out. I leaned into Veronica's ear and whispered, “I know about the toy in your suitcase.”
“So that's how close you've been watching me.” She grinned and carried on. “I'm sure you had fun hiding in the bushes.”
I got up and left the room without saying a word. The duct tape the cabin's owners kept in the utility drawer was all I needed. When I came back through the door, I kept the roll behind my back and opened her bag in the corner of the room.
The blue “massager” had already gone through a set of D-cells since we met. The previous night required a change, and I knew her toy was ready for a long round. I buzzed it to life, feeling my entire arm go numb with the vibrations.
I walked back to the bed, presenting the necessary tools to her view. Veronica's eyes shot wide open. She knew her first orgasm was enough to drive her to the brink of consciousness, and this took climaxing to another level.
Tossing the wand next to her, I smiled and asked, “How long do you think you can last?”
Veronica started to answer as I pulled several inches of tape out. “You're insane! I can't last more than a minu-” I pressed the start of the roll against her mouth and cut her off.
I let the tape rest against her face as I grabbed my knife from the other side of the bed. I cut the roll off and pressed the tag against her cheek. Veronica tried to complain through the duct tape, coming up with gibberish I couldn't translate.
The toy whirred to life again in my hands. I tagged her clit with it a few times, letting her think I wasn't that creative. When I grabbed the tape again, I made sure to look her in the eyes as I pulled more out.
Another tear leaked out. I cut the toy off and sliced away a few feet of silver ribbon. The ball of the wand rested firmly against her pearl as I secured it firmly onto her most sensitive spot. A few more bands for reinforcement made sure it wouldn't move further than one of the nonexistent hairs on her muff.
I set it to full speed as Veronica tried to scream. Her pupils shrunk, revealing all the hazel of her eyes as I bent over her face. “I'll be back to chec
k up on you after while.”
Her head shook violently. I stroked her cheek down to the jaw and got up. By the time I had reached the door, Veronica's back had already arched off of the mattress.
I let my dick cool off for a while. A few more minutes in that room would have finished me, whether I was inside Veronica or not. I could hear the agony and overwhelming ecstasy through the doorway.
After a couple of minutes, the only sound I could make out was the buzz of her wand. I peeked back in to see Veronica trying to curl herself into a ball, never getting beyond a few centimeters closer to the shape from the restraints. I knew it was time to end the treatment.
Veronica's body shivered with tension as I started untying her from the left side. The toy kept overdosing her with the forced orgasm, still held tight by the duct tape. I could hear a faint attempt at a whimper that pulsed every few seconds.
Her body still attempt to curl. As I undid her second arm, the loops broke free as her body contracted. I got the last restraint off. Her body crumpled in on itself, exposing her pussy as she quivered on her side.
My cock was already chomping at the bit for another go. I neglected to pull the massager away as I readied myself for the second round. Veronica pulled even further into herself with each passing second.
Had she been able to, I'm positive she would have tried pulling off the improvised torture device. But when you can't react to a damn thing, it's impossible to have any control over your body, unbearable stimulation or not.
I went ahead and poked myself back in. The vibrations through her flesh felt like a stun gun to the primed and sensitive skin of my shaft. I twisted the butt of the toy's handle and ripped the tape away, giving her a discount Brazilian that had no hair to pull.
Veronica's body shook like the San Andreas. I pulled out and let her roll onto her back. Her legs bent, presenting the tight fold of her pussy as a shaking target I couldn't quite get a bead on. I pressed my body into the back of her thighs, forcing my way through the waves of tightness fighting back against my intrusion.