A Peek At: Tethered Ch. 2

Vague images clouded his mind, an endless void of flashing lights and snippets of conversations he couldn’t quite hear.  A dream of a beautiful woman molesting him while he was restrained kept replaying in his subconscious over and over again, although he had no idea who she was or why he could picture every inch of her with such crystal clarity.  This dream was only ever broken by the image of a needle puncturing his arm, sending waves of agony through his system as he struggled against the bonds holding him down.  Then, there was only darkness…beautiful, silent darkness.  As the drugs quickly took effect, he sagged against the straps securing him against the vertical table. His breathing became deep as he shifted instantly into a deep resting state, his muscles relaxing against his bonds.

A woman pushed gently against the door, peering through it intently as it swung open to her touch. Seeing that the captive in the center of the room was fully sedated, she slipped silently through the entrance and glided over to the counter; the dim lights seemed to make her nude form glow as she passed beneath them. Working quickly, she rummaged through various cabinet doors and drawers under the sink and pulled out several boxes of assorted sizes. She quickly perused their contents, pulling only a few items from each one before sliding them back into place. When she finished, her eyes roved over the assortment lying on the counter, occasionally flicking her gaze over to the prone occupant to make sure he was still unconscious. Satisfied with her results, she pulled a small table out of the storage space near the wall and set it up close to him. She quickly transported the supplies to the table top, separating them and ensuring that his eyes would fall across them when he regained consciousness.

Shifting her gaze to the panel on the wall, she was relieved to find that the light there was still red, letting her know that she was right on schedule. She turned back and looked at the man strapped to the vertical table. She stepped toward him quietly, confident that the injection they’d given him earlier shouldn’t allow him to wake for another half-hour.  Yesterday, when she’d paid her first visit to his room, events escalated much faster than she’d planned. Her eyes swept across his high cheekbones and chiseled jaw line, rugged from two days without a shave. She lingered on his lips, a faint blush crossing her cheeks as she remembered precisely how talented his mouth was. She sat there silently for a moment, savoring the memory of his intensity, his tongue plundering her mouth in that first kiss and the liquid lava that had exploded in her veins as he claimed her lips.

Her nipples hardened as she thought about climbing up his body, the feel of his hard frame as she pressed her softness against him. She closed her eyes briefly, and a tingle of arousal fluttered in her lower stomach as she remembered the instant that his tongue parted her lower lips, his growl as he plunged his tongue deep inside her as if he was starving and she was a bountiful feast. She’d had to fight herself hard to stick to the plan, to drive his lust to the point of insanity...when all she really wanted to do was force her tight, aching pussy down over his monster cock and ride him until her juices exploded all over him. 

Licking her lips unconsciously, she glanced down at his flaccid member. Even completely soft, it was easily a good seven inches long; she’d resisted the urge to measure it the night before, but figured that at raging hardness, he reached ten inches easily.  His cock stirred as if he could feel her eyes, and her fingers were drawn to it. She traced his length with her fingertips, delighted to fill his heaviness growing in the palm of her hand as she cupped her fingers around him.  Leaning down, she watched with fascination as his cock hardened before her eyes. Stealing a glance at his face to make sure he wasn’t awake, she felt her gaze drawn back to his thickness, marveling at how it seemed to strain toward her, begging for her touch. Impulsively, she leaned down and wrapped her thick lips around the head of his dick, sliding them quickly down his shaft. She moaned gently around him as she felt desire lance through her, its intensity taking her breath as she felt him throb in her mouth.

His musky scent teased her nostrils; he smelled like the woods after a soft rain, like fresh moss-covered earth undisturbed by human plundering. As his rod continued to thicken in her mouth, she was impressed by how his girth seemed to have grown since yesterday and found that she could barely wrap her tiny hand around him. Tendrils of desire spiraled throughout her body as she ran her hands down his hips and braced her palms against his thighs, feeling his tight muscles flex against her fingers.  Her eyes sparkled as she wondered if she could make him cum in her mouth while he was unconscious. Surely, she wouldn’t get in trouble for it if he wasn’t awake to enjoy it, and she suddenly found herself desperate to taste his cream on her tongue.

Glancing up at him again, she closed her eyes as she slid the taut ring of her lips down over his hard length.  She forced herself to relax as she felt the tip of his cock bump against the back of her throat, swallowing reflexively as she forced his head past her tonsils. Her entire body quivered with delight as she felt the hard ridge forcing its way down her throat, her breathing restricted as she tried to take his entire length.  She couldn’t withhold the moan that escaped her when her nose finally nestled in his pubic hair, his throbbing manhood stretching her so that it was hard to control her gag reflex even though she’d long since turned the act of deep-throating into an art.  She’d discovered at a very young age that nothing could get her hotter, faster, than having a man fuck her face; she wasn’t surprised to feel her own juices begin to flow as she imagined what he’d feel like stretching her pussy lips as he pounded into her with barely restrained violence…

Holding her head still so he was still buried to the hilt in her mouth, she slid her fingers down her stomach. Her fingertips traced over her smooth pussy lips with a feather light touch, dipping gently into the wet heat pooled there. She jerked her mouth off of him with a gasp as her deft fingers found the sensitive hood of her clit and circled it, her surprise evident at how close to orgasm she could already feel herself growing. Humping her hips slowly against her hand, she stroked the small bundle of nerves already grown hard under her fingers, and opening her mouth wide, slid her mouth all the way over his cock in one smooth motion, swallowing him into her throat with no hesitation. The pace of her fingers increased as she bobbed her head down on him, the muscles in her neck milking his cock as she frantically fucked her fingers. She knew she didn’t have much time if she wanted to finish herself off before the real show began, and her impending orgasm and her heartbeat pounding in her ears made her oblivious to her surroundings, and the fact that another presence had quietly entered behind her.

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In the next room over, a large man stood still for a moment looking pensively down at the prone woman lying at his feet. She’d been brought to him unconscious, her beautiful features relaxed and a slight smile gracing her lips as if she was having a pleasant dream. He’d quickly assigned a woman in his service to strip her of the flannel pajamas she wore, and whistled softly as each of her curves was uncovered. He was surrounded by beautiful women every day, without a doubt, but something appealed to him about this one…perhaps it was the soft innocence that radiated from her smooth features, with her long eyelashes gracing the gentle rise of her cheekbones as she rested; perhaps it was the fact that he was the one that was going to wreck that innocence, and begin her path to sexual enlightenment.

The girls that served him had nicknamed him “Sarge”, and occasionally quipped that it was because he ran such a tightly structured facility.  He was tough on them, it was true; but they were treated well, pampered even, and how many women could honestly say that every sexual fantasy they’d ever dreamed of had been fulfilled? Being well over six feet tall with broad shoulders, an impeccable physique, a sensual smile and deep blue eyes that could stop a train gave him a unique opportunity to be the main catalyst in fulfilling those fantasies. It was the intensity in his eyes that held them captive though; his predatory grace as he stalked them, his gentle but unyielding strength when he dominated them and his fierce protection of them that made each unwilling to leave his side.

Still watching the woman laying at his feet, he chuckled softly to himself as he pictured how her innocent expression would vanish when she was screaming for him to let her go…they always begged for that, in the beginning, to be set free. She, too, would beg for her freedom; she would cry, and scream, plead for it right up until the point that he drove her unwilling body so mad with lust that she began begging to do whatever he wanted her to do if only he’d let her cum…

He watched silently as his servant slowly replaced her clothing with the black leather outfit he’d indicated. Her large breasts caused a little difficulty as the servant tried fitting them through the holes in the front of the leather top, and he felt his temperature rise a bit as the large orbs were finally coerced through; the pale creaminess of her skin gleamed against the dark fabric.  His eyes darkened as each inch of her body was covered with the black, gleaming outfit. His hands slid slowly over her hip, making sure that the straps for the parts of the leather that could later be removed were securely in place. He took one last look at her beautiful face, and then nodded to the servant to place the tight leather mask over her face after pulling her long, auburn hair through the hole in the back of the headpiece. He quickly removed the nose and mouth flaps, not wanting to endanger her life by restricting her oxygen…yet.

While the servant was finishing her outfit details, he went to set up a frame in the middle of the room. He stopped for a moment and glanced back at the prone figure on the floor, deciding which position he would most like to have her in. With a dark smirk, he returned to his task, setting up the apparatus to look like a very short legged table, the frame designed to support the weight of her hips and her chest. There were straps all the way down each leg, and a large hole in the surface at one end…he smiled to himself as he finished, and walked back over to stand above her. Without a word, he lifted her slight figure in his thick arms, and carrying her over to the table, gently placed her onto the table face down.

Knowing that the sedation she was under would began to fade soon, he worked quickly as his fingers began strapping her in. The table was short enough that while bent forward, she almost appeared to be on hands and knees. He secured her hands to the legs on the front of the frame, palms to the floor; he fastened straps at her wrists, elbows and shoulders. He made sure to position her carefully so that both of her large breasts hung through the large hole on that end of the table surface. He secured a wide band around the top and the middle of her back, rendering her upper torso completely immobile. He slid his hand across the curve of her perfectly rounded ass one more time as he spread her knees apart. 

Getting on his knees behind her, he pressed his hips against her to check the height of the frame, satisfied when he felt his stiffening cock press against the soft surface of her cheeks. He finished the putting the last few straps into place around the bottom of each thigh, securing her knees to the rear table legs. As he stood and walked to the wall to flip the switch that would turn the signal light in the adjacent room from green to red, he studied the woman before him.

He wondered briefly if he’d be able to turn her into a cock-craving cum slut like he’d done to the last truly innocent one to grace his table.  The look on his face positively glowed with dark satisfaction as he thought of how Elle had screamed at him, tears streaming down her face as she’d pleaded with him to set her free. His pants started becoming a little uncomfortable as he thought about how beautiful her luminous, pale green eyes had been while brimming with tears…his cock swelling quickly as he remembered the way her pouty lips had looked, stretched tautly around the head of his monster cock and how she’d struggled when he forced his rock-hard rod down her protesting throat for the very first time.

 He’d unwittingly tapped a gold mine with that one though, he reminded himself. His eyes drifted shut as he allowed himself a moment to remember that evening:

He’d raped her mouth slowly, his hands tangled in her long dark hair pulling her down on him as he slammed his cock hard into her repeatedly, her throat convulsing as he forced her to swallow every ounce of the biggest load of his sexual career. After he’d made her lick his rod and his balls completely clean, getting him rock-hard again in the process, he’d walked around her, surprised not to hear any more pleas streaming from her abused lips as he lowered himself to his knees behind her. When his fingers had probed their way into her soaking wet pussy and his ears had been filled with her passion-laced moan, he’d quickly figured out why.

It hadn’t taken him long to slide his cock into her, her ultra-tight pussy screaming against the intrusion even as her juices gushed around him. He rocked his hips against her, his shallow thrusts barely bumping his cock into her entrance until he felt her ass straining to press back against him.  Reaching around in front of her hips his fingers slid easily between her moist folds as he searched for and quickly found her hard little clit. He could feel his balls begin to tighten, and without warning, he pinched her clit harshly as he thrust against her hard, burying his entire length in her painfully tight channel in one stroke. Her tight pussy convulsed as the pain from his intrusion sent her crashing, her orgasm forcing her to milk his cock as he fucked her with deep, hard strokes. His cum exploded deep inside her, thick ropes splashing against her insides and triggering another orgasm. His breath was stolen as she screamed with its intensity as her pussy clamped down on him like a vise, milking every last drop of cum from him as she rode out those waves of ecstasy, finally falling unconscious and sagging against her restraints.

He shook himself from his reverie, and reached down to readjust his pants, a wry grin crossing his lips as he felt how painfully stiff he was. He glanced at the clock on the wall, scowling as he realized it had been over ten minutes since he’d pushed the switch, signaling Elle that he was finished with the preparations. What could be taking her so long? Usually, she was at his elbow awaiting further instructions in an instant. His scowl deepened as he stalked silently from the room. He did NOT like to be kept waiting, and he wondered what kind of excuse she would come up with to dissuade him from punishing her. As he rounded the corner and headed toward the doorway to the room next to his, the sight that greeted him when he pushed the door open was enough to stop him in his tracks.

Sarge had sent Elle into this room the night before, to torment the new male that had been brought in. He’d promised her that this one was well endowed, knowing that to be her preference, and figuring that she deserved a treat for her unfailing service the past several months. Obviously, he thought as he watched her well-toned ass hump the empty air in front of him, he’d underestimated just how much she had enjoyed herself.  He crept silently toward her, desire and anger warring within him as he watched her head bouncing up and down, the man’s massive cock visible as it slid down her throat over and over again. He saw her fingers dancing frantically over her clit, and decided that she definitely needed to be punished…and his painfully throbbing cock gave him a fantastic idea of how to do so...

To be continued...

A Peek At: Tethered Ch. 1

A breeze blowing softly across his curled fingers caused them to twitch, and that one small movement sent fiery flames of pain lancing up his arm. His subconscious struggled to free itself from the darkness, but his eyelids felt unnaturally heavy. The harder he fought to wake, the more he moved; the more he moved, the more piercing the pain became. He latched onto that sensation, forcing his fingers to straighten, using the excruciating agony as a pathway to consciousness. He could feel the muscles in his body awakening, one by one, the flames racing up and down what he imagined to be his viciously struggling torso. In reality, he barely moved at all, though internally he was exhausted from his efforts. When at last his eyes finally cracked open, the blinding white light directly in front of him forced him to close them quickly again with a muttered curse. 

He waited a moment, turned his gaze slightly to the side, and tried reopening his eyes again. He realized that the bright light was merely a lamp, and after his eyes had adjusted slightly, he was able to look freely about the room he was in. His breath seemed to catch in his throat as he glanced first at himself, then frantically around the room. Immediately, several things became very apparent: He was alone, he was restrained…and he was naked. 

Disjointed images flashed through his mind as he tried to reconcile his memories with his current situation. He’d taken his wife out for a quiet dinner late in the evening, dining at a new restaurant she’d previously mentioned wanting to try. They’d shared several amazing pasta dishes, her eyes dancing  with delight as she’d tried each new entrée. He remembered going out on the balcony to dance with her under the stars, remembered listening to their special song. He remembered making slow love to her, the curve of her fingers against her cheek and the softness of her dark hair as she’d drifted off to sleep in his arms.  He remembered smiling softly to himself, cradling his chin against her shoulder….then….nothing.

Closing his eyes, he clenched his fists, once again using the pain to focus himself. Taking a deep breath, he forced down the panic that was threatening to overwhelm him deep within the recesses of his mind. He slowly opened his eyes, letting them run down the length of his arms to his hands. He discovered the causes of his discomfort…long metal cuffs were fit snugly around his forearms on both sides, and obviously his hands had fallen asleep. They were still there, just refusing to be cooperative. There were similar contraptions rigged around his ankles, and a leather strap firmly placed around the top of each of his thighs. He was effectively immobilized, and that was not necessarily a good thing. He snorted softly to himself…it looked a bit like he’d been trapped in one of those sordid porno flicks his wife was so fond of watching. Wouldn’t she just love to see that, her husband all trussed up like a turkey at Thanksgiving? He shook his head slightly, trying to refocus his thoughts. Since he obviously wasn’t going anywhere, he tried to get his bearings by surveying the room around him.

Directly in front of him was a long blank wall, perfectly and unusually smooth; it was completely bare of any decoration at all, except for a small panel on the left hand side that had some sort of buttons on it. To his left was a darkened doorway, and though he squinted hard against the light, he couldn’t tell whether the door was open or closed. To his right was a long row of cabinets, with what looked like a sink, though it was close enough to the edge of his peripheral vision that he couldn’t be sure.  There appeared to be multiple items lying on the counter top, but he was unable to see them clearly from the position he was in. Hearing a slight noise from beyond the doorway to his side, he snapped his attention to finding an escape route.

He took another look down at his constraints, flexing each of his limbs in turn trying to discern some weakness that may allow his escape, but it appeared that even his shoulders had those same leather straps holding him tight against the surface he was tethered to. He scowled in frustration as even his incredibly well honed biceps could barely move a fraction of an inch. It seemed that the only freedom he had at all was the ability to move his head from side to side…He froze, even his breath holding in his chest as he heard the noise from beyond the door again.

He heard the door to his side open slowly. He quickly closed his eyes and sagged against his constraints, hoping that whoever was entering was unaware that he had yet awakened. He slowly cracked open his eyelids, giving himself the barest possible glimmer of sight, hoping to remain undetected. His body stiffened imperceptibly as his brain processed what he was seeing. A woman had entered the room with him, carrying a large pitcher of what appeared to be ice water. She moved with an unconscious grace, appearing to flow across the room as her delicate feet carried her to the counter. She set the pitcher beside the sink, gasping softly as a rivulet of cold water fell from her fingers to the satin skin of her hip.

His gaze riveted to her every movement, he was dumfounded by the fact that she was completely naked. The only decoration on her smooth curves was a tribal tattoo that ran the length of her stomach and curled between her breasts. Her long dark hair was curled over her shoulders, hiding the tops of her breasts from view; he could tell by the full curve barely visible beneath them that they were heavy and well rounded.  As she turned slowly away from him, he couldn’t help but let his eyes continue to trace the tattoo as it curled around both sides of her ribcage, meeting just above the soft swell of her extremely well rounded derrière…He jerked his eyes away from her, suddenly feeling guilty as a school boy caught peeking in the girls’ locker room. He had to be dreaming, that was the only explanation. Did women even reach that level of anatomical perfection in the real world? An image of his wife’s beautifully honed body flitted through his mind, and he had to admit to himself that as perfect as he’d always assumed she was, even her sensual curves couldn’t compare to the vision in front of him. He closed his eyes, trying to resist the urge to gaze again on the stranger’s soft beauty.

Keeping his eyes closed, he could barely hear the soft whisper of her movements as she made her way around the room. Concentrating on keeping his breathing deep and even, he hoped that she’d think he was still asleep. He unconsciously held his breath when he heard her move closer to him, and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt her cool fingers press gently against his upper arm. He forced himself to resume breathing, trying to will his body not to react as her fingertips slowly traced over the front of his shoulder. He could feel the chill bumps beginning to race across his skin as he felt her step a little closer to him, perhaps reassured by his lack of reaction.

His heartbeat kicked up a notch as he felt her other hand press up against his chest, her palm sliding softly down his skin as her thumb and forefinger caught his nipple and tugged gently. He inwardly groaned as he felt his body begin to react to her, his long, limp cock slowly stiffening to life as she ran her fingertips down his rib cage and teased them lightly across the rippling muscles on his lower abdomen. He silently reminded himself that he was married, that he loved his wife, and he was a faithful man. Dutifully calling his wife’s smiling face to the front of his mind, he mentally berated himself for being so easily tempted by another woman. His internal voice froze when he felt her lean into him, her soft breath whispering against the flesh of his neck as her nose nuzzled against him, heard her inhale as if she was breathing in his scent.  She must have swept her hair back over her shoulders before she did so because he could feel the slightest brush of her breasts against his chest as she leaned closer. He felt the blood rush down his body when her nipples tightened as they grazed his chest, her quick intake of breath signaling him that he was not the only one being affected.

He felt her hands come to rest on his waist, sliding slowly around him until they lay gently on the curve of his hips. He wasn’t prepared when she suddenly stepped into him, and was definitely not prepared for his reaction to it. In one quick movement, he felt her soft, heavy breasts press fully into his lower chest, the gentle swell of her stomach trapping his hardening cock against his upper thigh, and her nails digging lightly into his waist. He couldn’t stop himself as he quickly sucked in his breath, and his eyes had a mind of their own as they popped open to stare wordlessly down at the petite beauty standing against him. She was easily 6-8 inches shorter than he, her small frame fitting snugly against his taut body, her softness molding to his hard physique. The instant her face raised to his, and he caught his first unobstructed view of her, his breath caught in his chest and all other thoughts were instantly forgotten.

Her finely chiseled features were simply exquisite.  Every single detail of her face was beautiful; from the high slender cheek bones which blended flawlessly into a delicate jaw line, from a pert rounded little nose to a smooth soft chin. Her lips were so full, and looked so pouty and soft, that he could feel his hardness throb against her when he thought of what it must feel like to have them pressed against his own. He stifled a small moan when he saw her teeth catch her bottom lip uncertainly, imagining instantly what it would feel like to have them grazing his heated skin, their fullness sliding slowly over the head of his cock…His brow furrowed as his conscience kicked in; he couldn’t allow himself to think like that, no matter how tempting it may be. Her incredibly long, dark eyelashes caught his attention as they swept slowly from where they’d been resting against her cheeks, and his mind stilled as he looked into her eyes for the very first time.

At first glance, he thought her eyes to be completely white; they were such a pale, icy green that it was hard to distinguish at first. The darkened emerald rings around her irises gave away their defining color, the frosted shade standing out in stark contrast to her softly tanned skin. Their almond shape gave her an almost ethereal appearance, blending with her other features to create an almost painfully exquisite vision of beauty that took his breath away.  Her long lashes swept downward again as she looked to the side, breaking her spell and allowing him to regain his ability to breathe.

His breath left him in a soft whisper, and as it caressed her skin softly, her eyes darted back to his face. He saw them darken instantly with renewed desire, and felt her take a deep breath. He automatically felt his body tighten as her breasts pressed seductively against his chest, and felt her right hand slide up his ribs and over his shoulder as her left leg started sliding up his thigh. He felt her arm and her leg both flex, and suddenly, she was lifting herself slowly and sensually up his body. He realized that there must be something for her to brace herself against on the backstop he was secured to, but that thought quickly fell away as her breasts rubbed languorously against his chest. He did groan out loud when the soft skin of her stomach began to slowly slide against his thickened rod, the sweet friction forcing his softening cock to harden so quickly and completely that it physically hurt him. It was an exquisite pain though, and quickly transformed to a mind numbing pleasure as she reached up with her other hand for a hand hold beside his head. Never had his skin been so sensitive, his dick so overwhelmingly hard, especially with so little preparation; he simply had to be dreaming because nothing in real life could possibly make him that hot, that fast...

To be continued...