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Friday, January 18, 2013

A Peek At: Tethered Ch. 3


Terror.

Pure, unadulterated terror freezing her muscles, freezing her lungs even as they begged for another breath, freezing her protests in her throat so that the only thing issuing forth were frightened little whimpers. Her mind was screaming in denial until her inner voice was hoarse with the effort, but all she could do was whimper. She knew her eyes were open, but all she could see was blackness. She could hear, but the only thing she’d heard thus far was the stranger’s voice and the sound of her own frantic heartbeat thudding in her ears.

When he’d first spoken, her heart and breath had gone still. The timbre of his voice was so deep, it had pulsed through her like a heavy bass at a rock concert, tracing her nerve endings and teasing them to life.  His voice was musical, its cadence and rhythm lulling her, soothing her, calming her.  Then, her mind had processed his words; it had dawned on her that this wasn’t a dream, she wasn’t going to wake up, she wasn’t going to be rescued by her husband who was detained in another part of the facility. For the first time, Zhanna had no control over what was happening to her; she was going to be sexually molested against her will, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it.  

Her heart racing, she felt the heat of his hand slowly trace down her body. She couldn’t feel his hand against her skin, so thankfully it appeared as if she were still clothed.  Or at least, she thought she was until she felt his hot fingers trace over her hip, the shock of feeling his skin on her flesh searing through her system when his fingertips traced slowly over her bare cheek.  Her heart started thudding hard in her chest as his fingers crept lower, and her breath exploded in a shallow scream when she felt his fingertips pet her smoothly shaven pussy lips.  Each second seemed an eternity as he drew his fingers between her folds, searching for her hidden entrance as his wonderful voice chuckled softly and told her to scream as loudly as she wanted.

 Her body stiffened as she felt his one of his thick digits trace around her honeyed hole and she prepared to scream again…but the penetration never came.  Unable to see through the blindfold that had been placed on her, she strained her ears to listen for his movements, but she could barely hear the whisper of his clothes as he moved away from her. She waited for several agonizing moments fearing the worst, restrained and helpless as she was there in the total silence. Feeling the terror creeping over her again, she inwardly cringed as she made out the telltale sounds of him softly padding beside her, drawing his warm hand over her hip again. She drew in a deep breath, but wasn’t prepared for the tickling sensation as something long and thin dangled against her bare bottom.  She tried to squirm away as the tickling continued, feeling several strands now tracing her left cheek before dancing onto the right one.  Back and forth the torment continued, until she felt like her nerve endings were going to explode from the stimulation.

She breathed a sigh of relief as the sensation ended, but was caught completely off guard by the explosion of pain that followed. Her shocked yelp was quickly followed by more as Sarge brought the whip down across her sensitive ass, carefully and methodically working one side before moving to the other. When her wails finally began to lessen back into defeated little whimpers, he stepped back to survey his handiwork. Gently, he traced the intricate pattern of red welts with his fingertips, feeling her muscles flex tautly under his fingers as she struggled to move away from him.  “Stay still,” he said quietly.  As she continued to flinch away from him, and fight against her constraints, he removed his fingers from her skin and stood back to his full height.

 The whip descended on her bare skin again. She’d thought the first few lashes were harsh…until he gave her something to compare them to. This one single lash was so excruciating that it shocked her into complete silence, unable even to cry out. She could feel the tears pooling in her eyes as his fingers again gently traced the lines he’d just made.  “Stay still,” he instructed her softly. Her body jerked involuntarily as he touched the newest  mark. Again, the lash took her breath away, this time descending on the other cheek. The barest of whimpers escaped her throat as his fingertips ran softly over her hip again, outlining the last angry red mar on her beautiful alabaster skin. “Stay still,” he repeated , the soft huskiness of his voice sending heat pulsing throughout her body. Her entire being screamed at her to flinch away from him, to move as far away as possible. Her mind, subconsciously connecting the horrible pain to disobedience, forced her to hold perfectly still although she trembled with the effort. She couldn’t control her whimpering as his rough fingers traced her pussy lips again, although she was mortified as she felt her traitorous womanhood pulse in response to his caress.

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His throat aching from shouting curses at the unresponsive glass in front of him and his muscles strained almost beyond their limits as he tried to break out of his restraints, Ash finally stilled. He’d been screaming his wife’s name and struggling against the leather bonds holding him so viciously that his body was simply exhausted.  His voice finally silent, he glared fiercely at the woman standing just to the edge of his sight. He watched as she pushed another button on the wall, and was surprised to see several tracks lowering from the ceiling in front of him. As each track reached its end, a medium sized TV lowered into place, clicking softly as it locked into position. One by one, each of the five screens clicked on, each showing a camera zoomed in on different parts of Zhanna’s body.

Elle watched his response carefully, monitoring the myriad of emotions that flashed across his face. Her gaze flicked quickly to the screens to make sure the cameras were all zoomed in properly. She glanced back at him when she heard his sharp intake of breath, and watched as his face turned into a visage of stone. His eyes, however, were slowly roaming over the screens, taking in the images of his beautiful wife bound and blindfolded. His gaze traveled over her tear-stricken face, and lingered on her trembling lips.  As he finally reached the one showing her abused ass, his gaze narrowed and his jaw clenched as he watched Sarge’s fingers tracing delicately over her smooth pussy lips. He noticed that as the man’s fingers forced their way inside her tight channel, they withdrew soaked with the evidence of her unwilling desire.

Her gaze riveted to him, Elle couldn’t help but shiver as she felt the seething rage envelop him. She moved slowly towards him, drawn to the barely restrained violence she sensed pulsing from him in waves. As she drew near, she raised her hand to his face, gently outlined his clenching jaw with her fingertips. He slowly turned his face to her, and her breath caught in her throat as his hard gaze met her own. She sensed how much strength coursed through him, and knowing that he was completely helpless to evade her touch sent a hot flush straight to her core as her fingers slid over his skin. She felt his muscles stretch taut as her nails traced his contours, an angry hiss issuing from him as she curled her fingers around his soft manhood.

 Ash’s glare was torn from Elle’s ice green gaze when the surround sound system kicked on. His eyes flew back to the screens in front of him as his wife’s pleas flooded his ears, his heart wrenching as he heard Sarge’s low voice giving her commands. The rage that had been bubbling inside of him seared his insides anew as he watched the man’s enormous hands sliding up under Zhanna’s stomach. He started lashing his head against the back of the structure he was secured to as he heard her cry of dismay when the stranger’s fingers cupped her tender breast, brushing the pads of his thumb firmly across her hardening nipple.  He watched as her hips flexed, knowing instinctively that she was trying to move away from the man touching her against her will.  He watched as Sarge caressed her other breast, his eyes sliding to the screen showing her face, and could see the tears streaming from behind the mask.

It caught him by complete surprise when Sarge raised his hands and unfastened the blindfold covering her eyes, allowing her vision for the first time since she’d awakened. Ash felt his heart stop when he saw expression of absolute terror dancing over her delicate features, and his very being longed to go to her, rescue her, and pull her in his arms to keep her safe. Her eyes were absolutely luminous with tears, the plea for them forcing his heart to lurch in directions he’d never even explored before. Suddenly, her unbelievable beauty hit him like a ton of bricks, and he sucked in his breath as his eyes roved over her pale skin as it shone against the leather outfit she was wearing. His eyes traced her heavy breasts, seeming to defy gravity as they hung below her, firm and round with erect nipples begging to be touched. His glance flowed over the soft, supple lines of her ass…the pale skin there still sporting an angry blush from Sarge’s lash.

Against his own will, he felt his cock stir to life. Instantly, Elle’s fingers sensed the change, and wrapped softly around him, stroking his growing flesh. He growled at her, but was completely helpless to stop the flow of erotic images cascading through his mind as his rage dampened and he was able to appreciate the beauty of the scene unfolding before him. He struggled desperately to hold onto the rage, but the fingers dancing over his skin robbed his senses the instant he first acknowledged them. His eyes leaving the screen before him, he looked through the glass at his beautiful wife bound and helpless, and the man that was circling around in front of her.

He couldn’t hear what Sarge whispered to her as he leaned down and pressed his lips close to her ear, but he saw the instant denial that flashed across her features.  He watched as the man walked to a table behind Zhanna, and took something from it that looked like a small harness. Moving back toward her, he watched as it was strapped over her hips, small buckles on leather straps held in place. Sarge stroked her ass gently, then brought his full palm down on her cheeks in rapid succession, giving her short, sharp slaps to redden her cheeks back up to their former rosiness. Ash watched as his wife clenched her eyes shut, and forced herself to stop making a sound.  He was disgusted with himself that watching someone manhandle his wife could make his own temperature rise, but there was no denying the lust spiraling through him as Elle’s fingers worked their magic.

Ash’s breath caught when he saw Sarge walk back around his wife, and heard him calmly tell her to “open her mouth”. Zhanna began shaking her head no frantically, whimpers escaping her throat as she refused.  Her eyes widened to almost impossible proportions when Sarge began to unfasten his jeans, and her gaze riveted to his fingers as he lowered his zipper. She gasped in surprise as his heavy manhood sprang free, and Ash could see just the barest glimpse of naked hunger in them before the terror kicked back in, and she pressed her full lips together tightly. Ash felt his own cock throb as he watched the other man stroke his heavy shaft in his hand, tracing its tip along Zhanna’s lips as she frantically shook her head. He moved his other arm into view, and her eyes widened even more when she realized he held the whip in that hand .  Tears sprang instantly back to her eyes when he swung his arm is a short arc, and the lashes of the whip sliced across her tender breast, curling around her hardened nipple and feeling like a thousand small flames kissing her skin. She couldn’t help crying out in pain, especially when he repeated the motion on the other side.

She still refused to hold open her mouth for him as he abused her burning flesh, so he quietly laid down the whip beside her head. Still stroking his hard length, he looked pensively down at her for a moment before reaching deep into his pocket. Ash’s eyes widened when he realized what the man was holding in his hand, and inwardly groaned as his eyes dashed back to his wife’s face. He saw the realization dawn on her, and the horror spread across her face an instant before a slow, sensuous smile spread across Sarge’s face…as he pushed the button on the remote in his hand.  Ash glanced down at Elle as he felt her shift position, and move to her knees in front of him. He looked back at Zhanna’s face on the screen just as the butterfly vibrator her captor had strapped in place against her pussy hummed to life. His wife’s body, after suffering so much shock and abuse that bordered on pleasure,  had no defense against the pulsations coursing through her.

Ash watched as her ass began trembling, and he could clearly see that the vibe was having the desired effect. She started moaning “No, no, no…” to herself as if she could, by the force of her will, stop what was happening. Ash watched the contractions of her pussy lips, and instantly knew it was a lost cause…Sarge was going to force his beautiful wife to cum for him, and she was absolutely helpless to stop it. His cock throbbed impossibly hard as he watched the tide roll over her, his gaze flicking to her face as he watched her eyes close. Sarge stroked his full length a few times, waiting patiently for the instant her orgasm crashed through her; as she tore her mouth open to scream out her pleasure, in one smooth motion he slid his pulsing cock between her lips. At that exact moment, Ash’s eyes almost rolled back in his head as Elle’s thick lips wrapped around the head of his dick and he felt her wet heat slide all the way down his shaft.  Helpless rage bubbled through him as he felt the head of his cock bump the back of her throat, while watching his wife’s passion laced eyes snap open, her lips stretched tautly around the huge cock spearing down her throat…

To Be Continued...