Captured Plaything Part 2
The stranger's dungeon was a place of thrill and terror for Elle. As he carried her in, slung over his broad shoulder, she felt both vulnerable and excited. The satin sheets of the bed were a stark contrast to the heavy steel frame that awaited her.
Once laid out and untied, Elle hesitated for a moment before complying with the command to remove her satin blouse. The vintage lingerie and stockings underneath left her feeling exposed and vulnerable. Her body instinctively knelt up straight as he instructed, eyes flashing with fear and despair.
"Welcome to my dungeon," he said with an evil grin, and Elle surrendered her wrists without a fight. The stranger bound her securely, using the frame to hoist her up and spread her legs wide. A ball gag muffled her cries, leaving her wondering what he would do next.
The rope around her waist and threaded through her crotch added an element of control and discomfort, drawing her attention to the intimate spot between her legs. When he tugged the rope tight, Elle let out a surprised yelp, her soaked satin panties minimizing the friction. The subsequent tugs on the rope as she struggled only served to heighten her awareness of the sensation. He took the crotchrope rope and pulled it tightly behind her and attached it up to her harness gag, pulling her head back and at attention.
Leaving her suspended and helpless, the stranger returned with a silicone paddle. WAP! WAP! The strikes on Elle's torso and breasts elicited little yelps from behind the gag. She could feel her pussy dripping onto the satin sheets, praying he wouldn't notice the pleasure that came with her discomfort.
If being bound, gagged, and paddled wasn't arousing enough, the knowledge that he might stop if he discovered her true feelings only fueled Elle's desperate desire to act like the helpless victim. She continued to struggle and yelp, putting on a show of defiance, hoping to keep him in villain mode and prolong this twisted encounter. 'Oh god.. Please don'...
Once laid out and untied, Elle hesitated for a moment before complying with the command to remove her satin blouse. The vintage lingerie and stockings underneath left her feeling exposed and vulnerable. Her body instinctively knelt up straight as he instructed, eyes flashing with fear and despair.
"Welcome to my dungeon," he said with an evil grin, and Elle surrendered her wrists without a fight. The stranger bound her securely, using the frame to hoist her up and spread her legs wide. A ball gag muffled her cries, leaving her wondering what he would do next.
The rope around her waist and threaded through her crotch added an element of control and discomfort, drawing her attention to the intimate spot between her legs. When he tugged the rope tight, Elle let out a surprised yelp, her soaked satin panties minimizing the friction. The subsequent tugs on the rope as she struggled only served to heighten her awareness of the sensation. He took the crotchrope rope and pulled it tightly behind her and attached it up to her harness gag, pulling her head back and at attention.
Leaving her suspended and helpless, the stranger returned with a silicone paddle. WAP! WAP! The strikes on Elle's torso and breasts elicited little yelps from behind the gag. She could feel her pussy dripping onto the satin sheets, praying he wouldn't notice the pleasure that came with her discomfort.
If being bound, gagged, and paddled wasn't arousing enough, the knowledge that he might stop if he discovered her true feelings only fueled Elle's desperate desire to act like the helpless victim. She continued to struggle and yelp, putting on a show of defiance, hoping to keep him in villain mode and prolong this twisted encounter. 'Oh god.. Please don'...
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