Jessica strained and struggled against the adherence that held her upright, but they held without budging. She could just see the bright red formal gag that filled her rima oris, causing a stiff stream of drool to leak out before dripping onto her bosom. She loved the sensation of being helpless and the thought of what was coming made her wetter than she had ever been before.

Scarcely more than an 24 minute ago she had been sitting at her electronic computer idly surfing the net when a popup and caught her tending. Something about it had intrigued her, to the point that she ignored her initial impulse to close up it and take up clicking. She was n't entirely trusted how it had happened, given that she had several pop up blocking agent that should give birth prevented it from showing up at all.

'' You are bored with your sex life '' it had said. She had noticed that it was n't a question the way they so often are, and it did n't blink, or flash, or ask for her acknowledgment add-in routine, the way you might anticipate. All it said was that she was bored, and a small grim linkup filled the bottom of the window.

When she had clicked on it she was taken to a blank shell black screen with goose egg but a logotype in the upper rightfulness corner that said `` Sexual Adventures. '' The only other thing on the sieve was an address and a time. At this pointedness she was hooked. She was n't sure as shooting what it was about this that spoke to something inside of her, and any rational person should experience ignored it or run the former counselling, but instead she copied down the savoir-faire and the time.

***

She arrived at the computer address and was surprised to see what looked to be an berth park in the midriff of a group of warehouse. A carefully manicured lawn and a row of hedgerow sheltered the minuscule parking lot from the passing gaze of the route in front of it.

She pulled up and parked in movement of the building, choosing a spot closest to the threshold. The logo that she had seen from the website had been etched into the glass of the door. She felt her heart rate quicken in excitement.

She hesitated only momentarily before picking up her purse and heading inside the edifice. A distinctive waiting room filled the front man of the building and a charwoman looked up from behind a desk as she entered. She raised an eyebrow in inquiry.

'' I found your website ... '' Jessica started awkwardly

The woman handed her a clipboard with a compact packet of paperwork.

'' Fill that out and add it back when you are done '' she said

Jessica read through the paperwork which turned out to be a jam of nondisclosure and waiver in case of injury, not something that boded overly well as an introduction.

Again she hesitated. In the end she went through with it and handed the batch of paperwork to the secretary.

The woman glanced through the paperwork, as she finished she reached out and pushed a button that had been mounted to the bottom of the countertop.

'' They will be with you shortly. '' she said `` have a derriere ''

Jessica sat in one of the chair 's nearest to the door, scarcely a import had passed before two men in dim jumpsuit entered through a door at the far end of the room.

'' Jessica ? '' one asked

She nodded mutely.

'' Come with us '' he said

She walked with them through the threshold. Past the carefully manicured straw man office large piece of the building reverted back to the warehouse that it had almost certainly been before its current use. The entered into a room with walls that had been stripped to the studs.

The men started to discase her with careful efficiency. She was stripped bare in a affair of second. They strapped stiff leather cuffs around her wrists before securing them to a Sir Ernst Boris Chain that was attached to one of the crown of thorns beams in the ceiling.

One of the men went over to a single-foot leaning against the wall and returned with a hanker metallic element bar with loops on either end. The spread her legs apart and attached each end of the bar to one of her ankles.

Lastly one of the men reached into his pocket and produced a bright red ballgag. She opened her sassing obediently and they secured it behind her head, pulling it stiff and securing it, her mouth forced open as the nut pressed between her jaws.

Their job done the two men left the way, closing the door behind them.

Jessica could barely move, her wrists were secured in such a way that she could only touch the base if she stood on the bakshish of her toes. She felt vulnerable and open, her breasts and pussy were on show to anyone who walked by and she would not be able to so much as cover herself if she so desired.

Somewhere behind her she heard the door open and the auditory sensation of bare feet walking on the concrete approached her. She tried to deform to present whoever had entered the room but her bail kept her from moving Thomas More than her heading, which was ineffectual to provide her with so much as a glimpse at her company.

Rough, calloused hands brushed against her attendant, exposed physical body, eliciting a surprised squeak. She tried involuntarily to flinch away from the new sensation but again she was unable to make any headway. One hand slid up her breast, grasping both of her breasts firmly and twisting her tit painfully before one slid down between her legs. Another body pressed up against her and she felt the remains insistency of an erect cock insistency against her ass. The hands held her dead body sloshed, holding her in post. His fingers started to stroke along the length of her already sopping wet pussy before dipping inside to discover her clit. She groaned, her mouth obstructed by the gag that was still in place as his good touch brought her to the brink of orgasm and kept her there. Her hips bucked against his hired man, desperate for the last bit of pleasure she needed to cascade into orgasm, but the sweet dismissal was denied her. He kept her on the brink.

'' Do you want to cum ? '' a phonation made husky with desire whispered in her ear

she nodded vigorously, to engrossed in his touch to trust herself with language

'' When we ask you something you say 'yes sir'or 'no sir''' he said

'' yesh shir '' she mumbled through the gag

with barely more than a jerk his touch brought one of the great orgasms she had ever had screaming to life inside of her. She collapsed, sagging against bonds that kept her upright and exposed. His bridge player left her body and she felt a force per unit area against the outer sharpness of her pussy. With hardly a moment 's card his cock thrust inside of her, his first thrust lifting her from the ground with its force.



He grabbed her articulatio coxae, using them as purchase to increase his stab, each one causing his formal to thwack against her pussy and her white meat to slap together.

The room that they were in echoed the outcry of their passion. She ached for him to be rougher, his thrusts to be stronger, his handwriting to run down her flesh. Try as she might the gag in her mouth prevented her from making much more than grunting speech sound and she soon gave up trying, resigning herself to his care.

He slammed his rooster into her, her tight wet kettle of fish enveloping his member. She screamed again into the gag as another orgasm ripped through her. Had her legs not been restrained and her blazon secured to the ceiling she likely would receive collapsed, and her body did its salutary to relax, her legs going washy. She sagged against her bonds.

Her partner either took no notice or did not wish about the state that she was in, continuing his thrust. His hands slipped around, grabbing her breasts and twisting her nipples cruelly. He lifted each boob by the nipple, eliciting a anguish protest from her.

His oink and cries increased, seeming to come from all around her as the echoed from the bare studs and concrete storey. She tried to close her legs, an involuntary move brought on by muscle contractions that rocked through her, but the branding iron bar that bound her branch kept them apart, her pussy remaining accessible to her partners use.

The speed of his thrusts increased until all of a sudden he stopped, almost motionless. short seconds later a wave of hot cum erupted from his turncock, spraying and coating the inside of her pussy.

He pulled his cock from her well used muddle and without another word he turned and left the room. Bound as she was her legs forced apart by irons cruel embrace she could neither cover herself nor obstruct the flow of cum that had started to leak from her pussy.

worker in blackness jumpsuits entered the room. Carefully but firmly they released the James Bond that secured her weaponry over her nous and she sighed as protesting muscles were allowed to relieve into a more well-to-do position. She could experience the cum leaking out of her and her thoughts were of getting into a hot exhibitor and working the knots out of her arms.

She was surprised when instead of just helping her out of her bonds the actor pulled her blazon behind her back. They were tied there, her sputter bit by the metric grain of nylon rope. The spreader bar was removed from between her stage and they two were tied together, causing her to have to angle against one of the workers. She felt a script squeeze one of her breasts and looked into the eyes of the man who was holding her up, he grinned lustily at her.

They carried her over to one corner of the way where a mattress had been tossed haphazardly. All at once the sustenance that she was leaning against was removed and she toppled onto the mattress, bouncing with the force of her fall.

The two doer left her, the door shutting with a sense of finality. She squirmed into a stance where she could be easy. Her kitty was sore from the abuse that it had endured earlier and she knew she was going to be walking a little funny the future day. This was something that she had never done before, and she was already enjoying herself a majuscule deal.



She cried and squirmed under his care. This man was every bit as rough as the last. She could state that she already had bruise forming from her rough treatment and she wondered how she was going to excuse them. He rolled her over onto her cover, further pinning her implements of war against the mattress. He slid his pecker inside of her, the place of her leg making her pussy tighter than usual. The cum that was still leaking out of her from her endure cooperator helped to relieve his cock inside. He was bigger than the last man and she groaned through the obstacle in her mouth as his prick stretched out her aching pussy.

'' you got something to say ? '' he asked

reaching behind her caput he undid the gag, pulling it from her mouth and tossing it idaly to the side.

'' fuck me harder '' she pleaded with a moan

'' what did you say slut ? '' he asked, slapping her ass roughly

'' please fuck me harder sir '' she begged

He rolled her over onto her incline, her branch still restrained behind her back causing her to grunt in discomfort as sore stick protested the repositioning. Strong hands grasped her arm and one of her thighs, using them as leverage to pull her aching body against his. She moaned and screamed, her lip now free of impedimenta as his cock sunk deep into her pussy.

The force of his thrusts increased, bouncing her organic structure around on the mattress in the throes of wanton passion, her organic structure used as his sexy toy, bound and controlled for his pleasure. Her cry now unfettered filled the belittled way, echoing off the bare walls and cementum floor. At the tallness of her delight she heard him grunt, sinking the duration of his cock into her he cried out. She felt a washables of cum, molten in the rut of their rage period Forth, coating the inside of her abused twat and pushing her over the sharpness into another screaming orgasm, one more in a hanker line of uncounted pleasure .