4 comments/ 27886 views/ 8 favorites Tethered... Ch. 01 By: Mistress_of_Shadows *** Greetings, fellow Literotica fans! This is my very first attempt at erotic literature, so all comments and constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated. I'm developing the storyline as I go, and if there is enough interest in this first chapter, the next one will take flight. This first chapter is unedited, so let me know what you think...I hope you enjoy! *** Chapter One 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. Her eyes never left his own as she raised her other foot, tracing it up his calf as she pulled herself up his body, arching herself into him to assure he felt every inch of her smooth skin pressing against him. His heart was pounding in his chest when she finally stopped the slow tortuous movement, her luscious lips a mere hairsbreadth from his own. Her gaze pinned him, the blatant heat he could sense in their depths making his cock throb painfully as it slipped between her raised legs, fighting for freedom. He sucked his breath in hard when she raised herself on her tip toes, spread her knees slowly, and pressed them to either side of his waist. He could feel her wet heat pressing against his stomach, and his muscles flexed against his bonds dangerously as he fought with the need to thrust his achingly hard cock between her thighs. His bonds didn't budge, however, and his eyes smoldered dangerously as his raw sexual need escalated. His mind and conscience now fully at the mercy of his yearning body, his lust filled eyes scanned her face. Slowly, his lips parted, and he brazenly ran the tip of his tongue over her full bottom lip, feeling her body shudder deliciously against him. Before he could even register her response, she moaned and sucked his tongue into her mouth, finally locking those pouty lips against his. Liquid fire raced down his body as pure need slammed into him hard. He could feel the curve of her buttocks dancing teasingly just above the tip of his aching cock, her nipples hard and rubbing against his chest. Without breaking their kiss, she lowered her foot to the next step down, and slid her thighs together, trapping his cock between them. His cock felt as if it was going to burst on the spot as he felt her hot pussy lips contact the top of his shaft as her silken thighs gently pressed against him. She sucked the thick groan from his lips as she pressed her sweet heat against him, and his hips tried unsuccessfully to buck against her as he felt her juices begin to coat his pulsing rod. He growled against her lips as he flexed against his bonds again, despising the feeling of helplessness, although strangely turned on by it too. In the back of his mind, there was a plaguing sense of doubt and guilt that he shouldn't be enjoying this, but he ruthlessly drowned them out with images of thrusting himself deep inside her...he pictured her writhing underneath him, her breathy sighs turning into uncontrolled screams of ecstasy as he mounted her over and over again. Those images were torn from him as she gently nipped at his bottom lip, all else forgotten as he felt her thighs tense around his hard length. Slowly, she pulled her hips away from him, and he moaned into her mouth as her wet pussy lips slid all the way down the length of his rock hard cock. Her breasts fell away from his chest, and he had to lean his head as far forward as the bonds would allow keeping her lips locked with his. He scowled as she pulled away from him, her gaze locking to his as she licked her lips softly. She kept his gaze pinned with her own as she arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest again. His breath exploded out of his chest as she thrust her hips back toward him, the head of his cock pressing between her pussy lips and her hot juices flowing rapidly down around him. She flexed her hips again and again, sliding her wetness back and forth over his length, taking care not to let him enter her. He could feel his cock throbbing madly, trapped there between her thighs, and longed to slam it deep inside her. She started humping him harder, her hips pounding into his, her hot pussy sliding over his cock so fast it felt like one solid cocoon of moist warmth. He could feel his balls start to tighten, and instinctively held his breath as he felt his release begin to build. He almost screamed in frustration when he felt her begin to slow her movements, finally coming to a complete stop against him. Her eyes were wild with passion, and her breathing was ragged as she raised herself back up and kissed him hard. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, swallowing her moan as he attacked her lips. She pulled away from him and climbed up another step higher, and for the first time, pressed her breasts against his face. He swiftly sucked one of her hard nipples into his mouth, and she instantly arched her back, pressing herself more firmly against him as she rocked her hips against his chest. He could feel her heat radiating off of her as he not-so-gently nipped at her breast, catching her nipple and pinching it hard between his teeth. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pushing his mouth harder against her breast as she writhed against him. Pulling herself away from his lips, she raised herself up just enough to slide one of her legs over his shoulder...his lips and teeth and tongue strained to reach her, longing to taste her against his lips. With one hand still tangled in his hair, she angled his head toward her as she arched her hips and pressed her aching pussy against his mouth. Instantly, her hips started bucking as his teeth nipped at her lips, and she yelped out loud. That was quickly followed by a long, low moan as his tongue plowed boldly through her folds, her sweet taste as intoxicating to him as the scent of her arousal. He growled against her as she rocked her hips against his mouth, his tongue quickly searching for and finding her clit. His cock throbbed unbearably as he flicked his tongue over her hard bud, her moans increasing in pitch as he found her rhythm. After a few short moments, he was fairly certain she was getting ready to cum on his lips, and he was desperate to taste it. Suddenly, without warning, she pulled herself away from his lips, and crawled quickly down his body, only allowing her pussy to linger near his cock for a second before she stepped away from him. He almost came all over her hip when she reached a soft hand out and cupped his balls gently, his cock jumping for her attention as his thighs strained against the leather straps holding him in place. She fastened her gaze on his own, holding it as she bent at the waist and ran her tongue slowly around the head of his shaft. His eyes rolled back in his head as her thick lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and her hot mouth started sliding at an agonizingly slow pace down his length. He almost came unglued when he felt his cock reach the back of her throat, and just keep going. He knew he had an unusually long rod; he'd never found a woman that could swallow his entire length before. When she swallowed around him reflexively, the muscles of her throat massaged his length, and he gritted his teeth with the effort not to blow his load instantly. She started moving her head up and down, developing a steady rhythm and bumping her lips all the way down at the base of his cock, making him need to cum so badly that his rigid length pulsed hard. A deep guttural groan started deep in his throat and he felt his balls begin to tighten again as she shoved his cock over and over deep down her throat, her nails digging into his thighs as she placed her hands against him to help keep her balance. Just as his length began to thicken and swell in her mouth, and he threw his head back to relish the feel of his cum exploding down her throat, he felt her slide her mouth off of him with an audible pop. He snapped his eyes back to her, just in time to see her run over to the counter top and fumble across the surface, searching for something with her left hand. She obviously found what she was looking for, because she came quickly back across the room with her hand held behind her, and leaned her back against the smooth wall directly in front of him. She pulled a long dildo out from behind her back, and raising one of her knees high in the air leaned over and slowly inserted the toy inside her hot pussy. She moaned, and he found his eyes riveted to her as she began fucking herself with long deep strokes, reaching up with her other hand to twist frantically on her own nipple. His cock strained, pre-cum leaking from the tip as his whole body screamed for the sexual release that was being denied him as he watched the dildo slamming into her, harder and faster with every stroke. Tethered... Ch. 02 **Greetings, erotica fans! Here is the second installment you've asked me for =) Keep sending those suggestions and helpful comments, I love reading them. Please be aware that I have a new email address you can find under my profile; don't hesitate to comment on the story or send me an email and give me your thoughts. I hope you enjoy!** 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. 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'd 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. Elle was so close to cumming that her breaths were coming out in quick little pants around the cock sliding between her lips. She was pinching her nipple on her left breast with one hand, and rubbing her clit with the other trying desperately to push herself over the edge. She was so close...that she was completely unprepared for the hand that suddenly wound itself in her long, dark tresses and forced her mouth all the way down over the shaft she'd been worshipping. In shock, she tried to push herself away, but found that she couldn't budge; the hand in her hair was far too strong. She could hardly breathe with the thick cock lodged in her throat, and had no way to escape the heavy hand that suddenly came crashing down on her bare backside with a resounding smack. Panicked, she struggled wildly to push herself away from the body in front of her as that hand continued raining blows on her cheeks, the fair skin already glowing bright red from the abuse. She froze, even her breath catching in her chest as she heard a soft voice close to her ear. "This is the reward I get for trusting you, I suppose," Sarge growled softly, his breath whispering over her ear. Her excitement forgotten, she trembled as he pressed her head harder, burying her nose more firmly against the stranger's groin. She swallowed reflexively, trying to alleviate the pressure in her throat, but only succeeded in making the cock in her mouth throb and thicken even more. She felt his hand run slowly over her burning ass, caressing her as she felt her body betray her, and arch into his hands. She felt his fingers trail down over her hip, and moaned in spite of herself when his thick fingers traced her pussy lips softly. She squealed when his hand suddenly smacked her pussy lips hard, and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly to stop the tears she could feel forming there as he began spanking her pussy with sharp slaps. She felt his hand ease up on her head, and she backed her head up a little until his hand tightened in her hair again and shoved her back down. He repeated this motion, forcing her to slide the cock in her mouth down her throat slowly, and much more deeply than she'd been doing herself. Sarge leaned back down to her and his deceptively soft voice whispered over her skin again as he questioned her gently. "Do you like this stranger's long, hard cock? Did it make your pussy hunger for him knowing that you were being naughty and not following instructions? Your lips belong to me, Elle," he reminded her. He slid his fingers up her body, feeling the weight of her heavy breast as he cupped it in a not-so-gentle hand. "Your tits are MY toys," he growled, twisting her nipple between his fingers. She whimpered as he traced his fingertips around her ribs, and over her hip...she squirmed when she heard him unzip his pants and let them fall to the floor. "This pussy you didn't have permission to pet and play with is MINE," he said as he smacked her pussy lips hard one more time, smiling in satisfaction at the strangled little sound she made. He slid his thick fingers between her pussy lips, and shoved them into her tight channel. She moaned against the stranger's groin and bucked her hips against his hand hard. He smiled with satisfaction as he flexed his fingers inside her, stretching her passage roughly as she tried so hard to stay still. He released her hair and positioned himself behind her. "Now," he said, "since you have permission, suck the fucking end off of his dick like a good little girl." As he saw her head bob down, he fisted his own cock a few times, massaging its aching length as he watched his favorite pet swallowing the entire length of the unconscious man. He heard her moan softly as he traced the head of his rod between her swollen lips, her nectar coating him and dripping down his shaft. He heard her muffled cry as he thrust his hips forward, impaling her drenched pussy on his oversized cock, and giving her no time to adjust as he started fucking into her hard. Tethered... Ch. 03 *** Between the pure goodness of light, and the pure evil of dark, lies the beauty of the realm of shadow. Pain, when inflicted properly, can lead to indescribable pleasure; pleasure, when pushed too far, can cross pain's threshold. Come, my friends...Let's throw away the safety of remaining in the light. Let's avoid the terror of walking in complete darkness. Come, my friends...walk in the shadows with me.*** 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 one of his thick digits trace around her honeyed hole. A quiet sob escaped her as she felt his fingertips press into her channel with unbearable slowness. She was mortified to feel how easily he buried his fingers in her, horrified by her traitorous body that seemed unable to resist being aroused, regardless of the circumstances. Her husband's face flashed in her mind, as she remembered how he'd joke about her "always being ready for him." For the very first time, she felt riddled with shame at how easily her body could be fooled into willingness. She felt the despair welling up inside her as she wondered if she'd ever even be able to lay eyes on his beautiful features again, if she was going to survive this place. The tears began to fall as the fingers violating her private places pressed against her inner walls, slowly stretching her and exploring her. 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 finally 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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His throat aching from shouting curses at the unresponsive glass in front of him and his muscles straining 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 responses 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 a 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; 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 body jerked, 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 he 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 an expression of absolute terror displayed on 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 in 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. Suddenly, 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 at 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 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. The stranger walked back up behind her and strapped it over her hips, adjusting small buckles to hold the leather straps in place. He stroked her ass gently, and 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, 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. Ash heard her gasp in surprise as the heavy manhood sprang free in front of her, and he could see just the barest glimpse of naked hunger in his wife's eyes 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. He could see the tears spring instantly back to her eyes when the man swung his arm is a short arc, and the lashes of the whip sliced across her tender breast, curling around her hardened nipple. Ash winced as she cried out in pain, her pain even more evident when Sarge 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..." as if she could, by the force of her will, stop what was happening. Ash watched the contractions of her pussy lips, and 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 manhood bump the back of her mouth, while watching his wife's impassioned eyes snap open, her lips stretched tautly around the huge cock spearing down her throat... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zhanna was lost...cast adrift in a sea of pain and fear. Her nerve endings were screaming from the lashings she'd taken, her breasts were begging for a soothing touch to ease the burning of her hardened nipples. How could she be in that much pain and still feel her stupid body beginning to betray her? When she had a man in front of her hitting her, marking her most sacred places with a whip, how could her pussy be growing moist, aching to be filled? She was trying to be strong, both for herself and Ash...hoping she could endure the painful torture long enough to escape, but she was beginning to worry that her sanity may not prevail. She was being molested, she was being abused, she was being tormented, she was going to be raped...and her body was starting to revel in the pain. She heard the voice again, and felt an involuntary shiver trace her spine. This man had beaten her, spanked her, forced screams from her throat and tears to stream down her face; how could his voice turn her on? She refused to acknowledge that annoying little voice in the back of her mind pointing out that his fingers sent electricity through her every time he stroked her damaged skin. Her voice issuing forth between sobs was broken...she was alternating between gasping in pain when he lashed her, and gasping in pleasure when his rough fingertips softly caressed the pain away. Her mind was in a state of pure chaos, and her inability to control her reactions was slowly forcing her terror to fade. With her eyes closed, she felt his presence draw near her. She gasped in surprise when the blindfold fell away from her face, her eyes casting wildly around her as she tried to get her bearings. She heard him unzip his jeans, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she watched his turgid manhood burst from its confines. She shivered again as she heard him softly say "Open your mouth," and shook her head. Watching him lean closer to her, she felt his hard cock slide against her lips, and clamped them tightly shut, as tears starting streaming down her face all over again. She hated feeling so weak and being so helpless. She felt her anger spark, and desperately grabbed onto that emotion like a lifeline to help battle the terror that had been freezing her mind. She may not have had any choice in the position she was in or the things being done to her, but she would NOT give him the satisfaction of abusing her mouth. She'd always refused to give head to her husband, and she'd be damned if she was going to do it to a stranger. She heard him chuckle, and risked a quick glance up at him. She knew instantly that allowing herself to see the object of her torture was a mistake. The man was...beautiful. There was simply no other way to describe him. Her eyes traced up his sculpted forearms and biceps to his massive shoulders. A firm chin led to a chiseled jaw line and a regal nose...and ice blue eyes that smoldered with passion. Her breath caught in her throat and her entire body stilled as his gaze burned through her, setting her skin on flame. Absolutely breathtakingly beautiful...he could have any woman he wanted, any WILLING woman...so why would he pick a married woman and molest her against her will? Why would he pick her? Zhanna's breath escaped in a ragged sob...she hadn't done anything to deserve this. She'd never seen him before! She'd thought beautiful men were supposed to be gay, not crazy... As he moved his hand, her eyes were distracted by the movement, and she finally noticed his manhood being stroked inches from her face. She felt her pussy throb the instant she laid eyes on the monster he was slowly stroking with his long, tapered fingers. Disgusted with herself, she adamantly clamped her lips together, and shook her head again as he gestured toward her mouth. She saw him flick his wrist, and blackness threatened to envelop her as flames of pain licked across her nipples. The lash of his whip curled around her breast and sent needles of agony racing across her skin. She cried out, her nipples tightening so quickly from the pain that they literally felt like they were screaming for relief. As quickly as the pain had come, it was gone, being soothed away by those cursed fingertips tracing her skin. She tried to conceal the moan that threatened to burst from her lips as he cupped her breast in his hand, rolling her aching nipple between his fingers, even as she felt her pussy clench hard in response. She felt the horror wash over her features as he raised his hand in front of her eyes, and saw the small remote held delicately between his fingertips. She closed her eyes briefly and started chanting "No, no, no, please, don't do this to me..." She looked back up at him, tears filling her eyes, just in time to see a slow smile spread across his generous lips. She knew the instant his finger flicked the button...all coherent thought flew out the window. As the small vibe roared to life against her clit, her eyes rolled back in her head as she tried to fight the waves of pleasure that began rolling through her. A strangled moan forced its way from her throat as her ass tightened, and tears of shame poured down her face as she felt her inner walls begin to pulse and grasp at an invisible lover. White hot heat raced under her skin as desire slammed her. Everything else ceased to matter as her hips began flexing, involuntarily gyrating her pussy lips against the vibe placed there; everything else faded away as she became consumed with the need for her release. The scream tore from her very soul, it seemed, as the pleasure finally crested, the orgasm hitting her so hard that she thought she was going to pass out.