by Powerone
She slowed down at the gate, and as the guard promised, the gate raised up without her doing anything. She’d forgotten to look for the clothing store, but she needed to walk off lunch. She put the car in the garage and stopped inside the house to change her clothes. She hoped she wouldn’t meet anyone as she put on a pair of shorts and a halter-top along with her sneakers.
She didn’t know how big her yard was, but all she could see was woods. She was on a hill and could see Mason Cove below, but very few other houses in the gated community were visible. Sabrina’s house looked like it was the highest house on the mountain. She’d have to be careful that she didn’t get lost. She wasn’t the outdoorsy type. She found a path and followed it. Someone, maybe Sabrina, walked in the woods for exercise also. It was nice out in the woods, not as buggy as she expected, which was good. It was almost an hour before she turned back. She felt much better now that the food went down and her shorts didn’t feel as tight. She was almost back to the house when she saw it, not more than a hundred yards from the garage. It was some type of building, not a barn or garage, but similar to it, some sort of shed but not as tall or long. She’d stop to see what was inside it.
She was almost there when she saw him. He came out of nowhere. He didn’t look threatening or she felt safe, not sure which. He was probably the gardener. He must have arrived while she was out walking. Everything was so neat and meticulously kept that he had to come more than once a week to keep it that way. “Hello, I’m Justine, the new owner,” she said to him when he was within a few feet from her.
The next few seconds were jumbled and confusing. He was behind her without saying a word. He grabbed both of her arms behind her elbows and yanked them behind her back. She stumbled but fell back into his arms. Before she could cry out, a hand was pushed over her mouth and she couldn’t breathe. She tried to regain her footing and kick out, but he was strong and yanked her feet off the ground as her body pushed against him.
“What a sweet piece of ass.” He whistled before he said it. When he yanked her backward, her tits stuck out so nicely and her shorts were stretched across her pussy like a second skin. She struggled fiercely, so he had to get her inside quickly to keep her from escaping, otherwise he’d be in trouble.
He let go of her mouth as he dragged her to the building. She kicked out and pushed against the sides of the doorway to keep him from dragging her inside. “Help! Let me go! Help!” She was powerless as he dragged her inside. The room had wooden walls and was empty except for what hung from the center of the room. She could smell the fresh-cut wood. There was a beam that hung from two black chains attached at each end. From the bottom of the beam were ropes that hung down, and the end of them had black leather cuffs attached to them. The snaps were all shiny and new. It scared her that he didn’t hide his face. Would he kill me? So far, he hadn’t molested her, but she feared why he wanted her bound.
He tossed her around like a rag doll as she struggled, and she grew tired. Her arms felt like Jell-O. He yanked them up in the air with one hand and pinned them with ease. He pulled her against his body, and her fear increased when she felt an erection push against her and it moved violently in excitement. “NO! Don’t do that!” She felt one of the straps go around her wrist and tightened. It dug into her flesh, but he already grabbed her other wrist. He had to release her body as he dragged her other wrist far to the other side. The strap waited for her, and she was secured to it with little trouble. Her arms were stretched high over her head and spread wide. She lost sight of him, but she felt her wrists yanked up higher until she had to get on her toes to ease the ache in her shoulders, as they carried all the weight of her swinging body.
He stood in front of her, looking at her lean body stretched out so nicely. He rubbed his cock. He’d never been this hard before. But, he wouldn’t touch her. That was the order. He turned and left her, closing the door behind him. Even if she screamed as loud as she could, the building was soundproof and the nearest neighbor was too far away to hear.
She was left alone, but she didn’t know if that was good or bad. Is he coming back with more men? Will he leave me alone and never return? Is he in my house ransacking it?
It didn’t take long to get there after he got the phone message. He was already dressed for the occasion and his cock was excited.
She heard a noise outside, and her heart started to race. The door opened slowly and a man entered, but she wasn’t saved. She turned sideways to try to escape, but the ropes held her arms tight. He didn’t say a word as he walked around her, but she saw it in his hands, a riding crop and metal cuffs on a chain. If that wasn’t enough to reveal his intentions, the black stocking cap that was pulled over his head with holes for his eyes, nose and mouth struck fear in her. It wasn’t lost on her that the pictures of her mother and Sabrina both had a man dressed with a similar disguise and instruments. By the look of his hands, he was older, but he was in good shape, a flat stomach and the pullover he wore showed the muscles in his arms. She was ashamed that her eyes drew down until she saw the bulge in his pants, but she turned away from it immediately when she saw the bulge. “Please, let me go!” Her voice trembled. He came closer to her, and he dropped the cuffs, but he held the riding crop in front of him like a sword.
He saw her try to get away from him, but the ropes held her arms and she swung back and forth in a limited circle. He grabbed her hair to control her head, and then, he moved his hand over her mouth and yanked her head back. “Behave and I wouldn’t hurt you,” he warned her in a gruff voice. Her feet moved as though she could get away when he started to outline her body with the riding crop. He ran it over her naked stomach and then up over her breasts. With her head pulled back, her breasts were jutted out in front of her and the halter could barely contain them. He knew they were naked beneath it. He traced the riding crop over her full breasts and pushed hard when he came to her nipples. When he pulled the crop away, there were two large bumps on her chest where her nipples had sprung to life. That was a good sign.
She couldn’t escape his touch as the riding crop ran over her belly and then outlined her breasts. She was forced to push them out as though she wanted him to do it, and she felt a strange tingle in her nipples when the riding crop ran over them. It wasn’t a harsh touch. It was almost a caress, and her nipples responded to the touch. She wished she could will them not to be so hard and protruding. She was glad when he let go of her hair and let her breathe again, but then, the riding crop ran over her face.
“Lift up your head,” he ordered her as the riding crop tapped beneath her chin until she obeyed. Then, he let the crop fondle her face and over her lips.
She expected the crop to be hard, but the leather was soft and supple as it touched her face. Her lips trembled as he ran over them. Then, he pulled it away and moved behind her.
“Stand up straight,” he demanded as he went behind her and his hands slipped over her naked belly but then slid up over her breasts. He pulled her up higher. “Get on your toes.” He saw her lean body stretch out. “Keep that pose.” He rubbed his cock on her firm ass.
He moved next to her again, and one hand went to her belly as the other hand moved to the back of her neck. She felt him open the knot, and the fabric relaxed. His hand slid the top of the halter down and exposed her breasts. He pushed the top beneath them and left it there as his eyes stared at her naked breasts.
“Arch your back and stick those lovely tits out for me,” he demanded. The riding crop slid across her back until she obeyed.
She posed for him provocatively, pushing her naked breasts out until they pointed in the air. He moved behind her once again, and this time, his hands slid up her naked sides and then cupped her breasts. “No, no,” she cried out as his hands fondled her with impunity. His fingers sought out her hardened nipples, but his touch was soft at first and that provoked them more.
“How do you like a stranger’s hands taking possession of your body?” He pushed his cock up against her ass and fel
t the pleasure of her ass rub his cock.
She couldn’t do anything but stare down as his hands pushed her naked breasts up and his fingers traced across her nipples. He squeezed her breasts, and his touch became harsher, but that did little to dampen the hardness of her nipples. He plucked at her nipples. Strong fingers dug into the tips and twisted them as he stretched them. Her nipples became gnarled beneath his fingers. The more he touched them, the harder they became, shaming her with her arousal. He suddenly deserted, but it was worse when she saw him take a small camera out of his pocket.
“Arch your back and stick out your tits for me.” She blushed a pretty pink, but her breasts rose up and pushed out as he clicked a picture.
He was next to her again, but this time, he pushed her partly sideways as he got behind her. There was no doubt as to why he did that. She instantly felt him push his erection into her buttocks as his hands held her hips. He made her dance from side to side as her buttocks rubbed on his erection and made it jump uncontrollably. “NO, NOOO!” She panicked when he went to the front of her shorts. He opened the button with little trouble and then eased the zipper down. She felt his fingers push into the top of her shorts as he readied to take them off.
“I bet you never thought you’d feel strange hands in your pants to take them off,” his voice was excited as his hands slid inside her shorts and peeled them over her hips. Once they got over her hips, they slid easily to her ankles. He had to pull his cock from her ass but only for a second. When he pushed back, only her thin panties covered her ass, although he’d hoped for a thong. He felt her buttocks contract and tighten, but the muscles moving made his cock jerk excitedly. He pulled away from her but only so he could use his hands to explore her body. She only had a pair of panties cover her buttocks, but they didn’t hide much. They were pulled tightly over her mound, and he couldn’t help but notice her slit.
“No, don’t,” she cried out in panic when he pulled down her shorts and they fell at her feet to trap her ankles. She couldn’t kick at him now, but then, she realized that she never tried before. He never bound her ankles together, the cuffs still sat on the floor. His hands began to run over her body. First, they slid across her belly, but then, they went to her leg, and with a sharp snap, he slapped her inner thigh in spite of her legs being tightly together. He caught just enough of the tender flesh to make it sting. She waited and she expected him to touch her pussy, but he backed away. It grew worse when he picked up the riding crop again.
He tapped under her chin until her head rose up and that drew her body up tight. He slipped the crop behind her and tapped harshly in the small of her back. “Stick those tits out. Keep your head up. You have a lovely body, and you should show it off.” He turned her to the side so he could admire her ass. It felt good against his cock. “Nice ass.” He tapped the crop on her lower back before he gave her a sharp slap on her buttocks.
“EEEEHHH!” She cried out more in surprise than pain when he whipped her buttocks. It stung, but for some reason, it was more of a tingle between her legs than pain that shot to her brain.
“You do what I say, or I’ll whip that lovely ass.” He turned her around until she faced forward once again. He pushed against her ass as his hands went to her sides. He felt her cringe when he touched her, but she couldn’t do anything but push back erotically and pleasurably against his cock. “I want to see that pussy.” He made his cock jump against her buttocks. It took little effort to slip her panties off. He yanked them down unceremoniously, and they slipped to her ankles with little trouble. He moved in front of her. With his hands on her waist, he turned her so he could admire her pussy. “Did you trim your pussy for me?” He teased her. He saw her clench her thighs together tighter, as if that would do any good.
She was completely naked, and she couldn’t do anything about it. He knelt at her feet, and he lifted each foot and slipped her shorts and panties off. The cuffs were still there, and she expected him to put them on her ankles, but he walked to the dark side of the room. She couldn’t turn enough to see what he did, but she heard clanging and a loud thud. When he came back in sight, she saw it. He didn’t want her ankles bound together with the cuffs. He had a large wooden beam that was over three feet long. On the end of each was a large metal C bracket with a leather strap going from one side of the opening to the other. He put the beam in front of her feet. She struggled when he grabbed one ankle and pulled it over, but it didn’t do any good. He was strong and he hadn’t tried to spread her legs yet. He pushed her ankle into the bracket, and she felt the leather strap cinched tight. “No, don’t spread my legs!” The words sounded as obscene as what he was going to do.
He looked up between her legs as he grabbed her other ankle. She fought him, but he held firm without spreading her until she grew tired. That wasn’t long. He pulled her ankle to the opposite side, and he didn’t stop until he could slide her ankle into the bracket. That got a groan out of her when she was spread wide. He made short work of cinching the leather strap. When he looked back up, her pussy lips were pulled apart to reveal her pink insides.
He was behind her once again, and this time, she felt his erection on her naked buttocks. At least his cock was still in his pants, but with her legs spread so wide, she felt his bulge pushed between her cheeks. She clenched her buttocks, but it was too late. It only trapped his erection as if she wanted to feel his cock there. She relaxed them in surrender. He saw that as encouragement and began to hump her ass like a stray dog, but it was disconcerting to feel his rough pants push his erection against her anus. She never thought of her anus being an erogenous zone, but after masturbating and cumming the night before with her finger in her rectum as she looked at the picture of her mother with a riding crop jutting out her anus, she had a newfound appreciation for the delicate hole.
His hands cupped her breasts and rubbed over her nipples. “You say no, but your body says yes,” as he pinched them until they grew harder. His hands slid down her front, over her belly until he could run his fingers through the fine hair of her mound. When he found her pussy lips, she pushed her ass back on his cock with such delight. That encouraged him, running his fingers along her slit until he gripped each side of her lips and pulled them back. He had to pinch hard, her lips oily. He was glad that she was wet, although he wasn’t surprised.
She couldn’t stop squirming as he pinched her pussy lips and yanked her open. She couldn’t understand the way her anus went into spasms as his cock slid over it. His pants scratched her naked hole, but it wasn’t pain she felt. Her buttocks clenched and unclenched uncontrollably as though she wanted to milk his cock.
He would love to free his cock to rub on her naked ass, but he doubted that he could contain his lust if he got the feel of her anus on his cock. He slid a finger between her lips and began to explore her intimately. His finger rode easily on her wetness. And her ass slid against his cock with pleasure.
She humped his ass as if she was in heat, but she couldn’t stop the pleasure that built up in her body. He was good at bringing her pleasure in spite of her trying hard not to succumb to his charm. She shamefully wet his finger as he explored every inch of her intimately, but when he pushed a finger inside her, it still surprised her. She rose up on her toes as if she could escape it, but he only followed her up. His cock jerked enthusiastically against her anus, sending deep tremors into the depths of her bowels. Unnatural thoughts popped into her head. His finger wormed its way inside her pussy, and then, there were two fingers. He stretched her when he pulled them apart, but that didn’t dampen her pleasure.
With two fingers of one hand inside her pussy, his other hand sought out her clit. It was easy to find it. It stood out like a tiny cock, hard and throbbing without so much as a touch to urge it out of hiding. He began to rub the very tip of it and soon had her dancing on his cock with such enthusiasm.
“Don’t, please don’t,” she cried out but with little conviction in her tone. He was going to make her cum, and there was little
she could do to stop it or want to do to stop it. She’d cum by her own hand the night before, but that was never as good as it was by someone else. She should be ashamed that she was aroused by being stripped, spread and bound, but that’s what made it so arousing. She hated that it was done by a stranger, but he was an expert at driving an orgasm from her body.
With three fingers inside her, she was ready. “Can you cum for me?” he taunted her. He began to pinch her clit and force her to shove back on his cock. If she kept it up much longer, he’d cum in his pants.
She was too ashamed to admit it, but she came explosively from his words. It was as though he controlled her body’s every pleasure. She exploded, and she felt the shameful wetness soak his fingers. He continued to finger her, but they sloshed noisily inside her soaked pussy. It was as though she came like a man. The pleasure raced through her body, exploding in her nipples, but it was the way she felt her anal muscles tighten along with her pussy muscles that gripped his fingers. It was as though she wanted to clench on a cock in her ass. He wouldn’t let her orgasm stop, taking her from one plateau to another. He pulled, twisted and rubbed her clit while her pussy gripped his fingers tight to keep them from leaving.
“Yes, keep cumming for me,” he urged her. His cock was rock hard, and he’d need relief when he got home. It had been a while since any women came that long and hard for him. She was certainly exceptional.
If she weren’t bound by her arms, she would have fallen to the ground. Every muscle in her body felt like mush. The orgasm had drained her. He finally pulled his fingers from her pussy, but she regretted that they were gone. Her clit felt like it was rubbed raw, but it was a pleasurable pain she felt. He pulled his rock-hard cock away from her ass, but his wet hand slid between her cheeks. With her legs spread wide, she couldn’t do anything when she felt a wet finger run over her anus. “EEEHHH!” She cried out when the finger forced its way past her sphincter and pushed hard against the muscles in her rectum. The finger left as fast as it entered her, but it left behind a feeling that it still wormed its way inside her rectum. She didn’t know if that was a ghost feeling or a wish.