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Monday, June 15, 2009

Lustful Bindings


The ropes dug into her flesh. Every time that she moved even the slightest the ropes would tighten ever so slightly digging in, refusing to let her move. Her heart was beating hard, trying to pump the blood through her constricted veins bringing life to her naked body. The wooden chair beneath her was cold. Goosebumps stood to attention on her thighs and slowly marched across her flesh. A shiver ran down her spine. The room was dark, she could barely make out the silhouette of the desk in the corner, the computer sitting atop it humming quietly, the only noise in the room. She strained to hear, something anything. Her mind raced with questions. It had all happened so fast. She had been daydreaming as she had been doing the dishes, a chore which she resented. When out of nowhere a pair of powerful hands had grabbed her. She had made to scream, but the hand had clasped down over her mouth. The unknown figure had carried her to her office and tossed her onto the floor like a rag doll. Lisa tried to get a glimpse of the person, but he was cloaked in shadows. As she cowered upon the floor he had ripped her shirt from her body, buttons flying in all directions. He must have liked what he had seen because he stopped for a moment and gazed at her naked breasts. Lisa had made to retreat back away from the man but he had grabbed hold of her ankle and dragged her back into his firm grip. She had heard the ripping of fabric, she felt her skirt tear free from her body. The man remained silent as he pulled off her panties, leaving her on the floor naked and exposed. Her heart pumping, her mind racing. It was then that the man had proceeded to bind her. Lisa mustered as much resistance as she could manage, but she was no match for the assailants brute strength. And despite her squirming and wriggling, her attempts to bite, and her attempts to break free the man managed to tie her, binding her body, paralyzing her. He then picked her up and placed her onto the chair and left the room. Total darkness, and total silence. She struggled to think, as hard as she tried she could not break free from the bonds, and the harder she squirmed the harder the ropes would tug sending shots of pain racing through her body. She wondered. Could it be her boyfriend cloaked in the shadows? He was usually so shy, although she had confessed to him almost three weeks earlier that a scenario very similar to this was one of her wildest fantasies. She tried to think, tried to put together the pieces of the puzzle, the adrenaline coursing through her veins, the intensity, the unknown, the millions of thoughts and questions, her pumping heart pounding in her ears all culminating to create an erotic excitement that surpassed all that she had encountered before. Her breathing shallowed as thoughts of carnal pleasures frolicked across the forefront of her mind. What would he do to her? She wondered, images of possibilities flashed across her minds eye. Her beating heart quickened in pace. She could feel her juices flowing. Fear, anticipation, erotic expectancy gripping at the essence of her very being. The door opened. So many different feelings gushed through her body at once that she didn't know what to think. Her eyes widened as the figure entered silently into the room, once again cloaked by shadows. She watched the shadowy figure intently as he approached her. He leaned over her, his lips hovering a hair's breadth above her breasts, she could feel his hot breath washing across her nipple. She breathed deeply through her nostrils, she wanted to smell his breath, her boyfriend smoked, so if he smelt of cigarettes, then it was probably him. But it was not to be, all her senses received was the delectable smell of minty fresh mouthwash. The figure back away. Lisa stared at him intently, wishing with all her might that she had night vision. The man cupped her face his in palm, Lisa responded with a quick nip of her white teeth. The figures reaction was like lightning the open palm of his hand slapping across her cheek, not hard enough to leave a welt but hard enough to smart. Lisa was shocked with the suddenness of the assault, but it made her want it even more, being tied and helpless, with a strong shadowy figure lording over her, a situation that she would typically shy away from, but this was above and beyond, her body begging for more. The man gripped her nipples tightly between his fingertips and squeezed. Lisa's eyes rolled as the pain and pleasure flooded her body in euphoria. He picked her up and tossed her onto the ground, the way in which she was tied kept her legs spread wide. She thought she saw a flash of white teeth as the man grinned. He lowered himself toward her, the closer he came the harder her heart beat. Her pussy quivering with anticipation, her body burning with lustful desire. The man placed his hand around her delicate throat and squeezed, Lisa gasped in fright, as he tightened his grip on her throat to the point of only just being able to inhale. He edged closer, she knew his penis was only centimeters from her waiting pussy. She knew that at any moment he would force himself inside of her. Then it happened, his large solid penis penetrated deep inside of her. Lisa moaned as the feeling ricocheted through her pelvis. The man squeezed on her throat tighter cutting the moan short and the relaxed his grip ever so slightly. He slid in and out of her, she was so tight that she could feel his throbbing penis, harder and harder he drove himself into her, their pelvis's colliding together her clitoris grinding against his flesh penis pounding deep inside of her. Lisa moaned as her muscles tightened, as fire gripped her pelvis. The man slapped her across her face. She couldn't help she moaned again, the second slap was more painful, but the pain excited her even more, she dug her teeth into her lower lip and fought to withhold the oncoming uncontrollable moans of hysteria. Her heart was pounding so hard in her ears that she could hear nothing else, her body tingled with pins and needles, as her muscles tightened, her eyes rolled back into her head, her mind screamed at her, faster he pounded, harder he drove, deeper he pierced, her body could take no more, the orgasm shook her body hard, every inch of her body quaked and quivered as the orgasm rolled, and continued rolling, her breaths deep. Her heart pounding, she could feel everything, every tiny little detail she could feel everything that pressed against her flesh. The orgasm continued to roll. She could fight it no longer, she screamed deep from within the auditory enhancing the pleasure, her body tightened, she couldn't control it, her fingers locked into position, her jaw refused to close, the orgasm continued to roll throughout her body, washing back and forth intensifying with every round. Still the man pounded, harder, harder, faster, faster, deeper, deeper, Lisa didn't know if she could take anymore, she felt as though she were going to implode, then it happened, one almighty final show tore through her body in it's entirety, she felt herself pull several different muscles simultaneously as she came harder than she had ever done before. Lisa gasped for breath, she felt lightheaded. She felt as though she were going to pass out.
'I love you sweetheart.' The figure whispered into her ear in the familiar voice of her boyfriend. Lisa couldn't respond, she couldn't even form a coherent thought in her head. She had never experienced such an intense orgasm, never had she had such an encounter, an encounter that would leave her wanting many more lustful bindings.

© Jessica Carmichael 2009

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