Excited and wet against her will, Susan lay bound and gagged in the dark stuffy closet for hours: she heard the school empty as the last of the students departed, the teachers and workers; she heard a man walking into the classroom once, probably the janitor: “Mmmph!” she cried, struggling to make herself heard, but whoever it was, janitor or not, swiftly departed, leaving her to her terrible, nightmarish, wet dream of a fate.
She had no idea how long it was before she heard the door open again, and a crowd of people walked into the classroom.
Susan whimpered helplessly; her mind whirling; what did her captors have planned for her? How long would they keep her? All weekend? She had been kept a bondage slave for a whole weekend once before: she had suffered humiliation and torture at the hands of her captors, but she’d had more orgasms than she’d thought possible, coming again and again as htey fucked her in every hole. “Mhmm!” she squealed, and shivered with arousal, her pussy growing wet just thinking about it, thinking about what they’re about to do to her now. . .
The closet door opens, and a blast of cold air rushed across her naked skin. “Mhmph!” Susan moaned, realizing for the first time just how hot and stuffy the closet had become: her skin gleamed with sweat as a large hand grabbed her long blonde hair in a firm grip and hauled her up. “Come on!” a male voice said, low and husky to disguise it.
“Mhm!” she whimpered, struggling to rise, to get her high-heeled shoes under her, her lace-clad breasts rising and falling sharply with every breath. she barely got her feet under her in time to save herself from the pain of being dragged up by her hair, then her captor dragged her by her hair out of the closet.
“Mph! Mhmph!” Susan moaned as she hopped awkwardly, her breasts flopping abour, her ass jiggling sexily as she was drawn out from the dark seclusion of the closet out into the lecherous view of all of her captors. Her captor halted her, still holding her up by her hair, so her near-naked body was spread open and displayed before the lecherous gazes she could feel running over her.
“Wow!” one of them exclaimed. “You guys really did it! You’ve got her!”
“Mhmm!” Susan moaned, shaking her head desperately. “Mhm, nhmph!” she whimpered pleadingly.
Another pair of hands took hold of her; by now Susan could recognise Ridley’s firm grip. “I’m gong to take your gag off,” he said to her. “And you are not going to scream. Do you understand?”
“Mhm-hmgh,” Susan moaned, nodding her head.
“There’s only us in the building,” Ridley went on. “So screaming wouldn’t do you any good at all.” His hand reached up and grabbed the edge of the duct tape and peeled it away.
Susan struggled to keep her head still as Ridley unwound the duct tape from around her head, whimpering as he pulled at her hair the tape was stuck to. Then, finally, he reached the end of it and pulled it away, leaving only the single length of tape he’d originally put across her lips to hold the thick cloth in. Without pause, he grabbed the edge of the tape and ripped it away! Susan threw her head back and screamed, her bound body shuddering in agony, her scream hardly muffled by the thick cloth still in her mouth.
Her captors laughed at her, then Ridley reached into her mouth and plucked out the thick cloth.
Susan coughed and gagged. “Please let me go?” she begged, gasping for breath. “Please? I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”
Without warning, a hand slapped Susan across the mouth, making her whimper in pain. “Save it, slut!” a female voice responded harshly. “Use your mouth for what it’s there for!”
Susan sobbed helplessly, then her captors tightened their hold on her and dragged her away.
She heard things fall to the floor, then felt something ram into her midsection. With a gasp, Susan fell forward across what she realized was her own desk, the things on it cleared away, now bare wood. She struck it hard, knocking the breath from her; before she could recover, before she could resist at all, hands grabbed hold of her ankles and pulled her legs wide. “Ow!” she whined. “Please- don’t!” she pleaded. “Stop!”
Smack! a hand struck her on her upraised ass. “Shut up, bitch!” Ridley snarled.
Trembling, Susan obeyed, shutting her mouth. She couldn’t hold back a whimper as her qquivering legs were pulled wider, her ankles bound aroumd with ropes and tied in place, doubtless to the crner legs of the desk. She moaned, her thighs pulled so far apart they felt like her muscles would tear.
But Susan’s problems were only beginning: one of her captors grabbed hold of her head, and confident hands took hold of her hair, winding her long blonde tresses into a braid. Susan couldn’t see or understand, but a long cord was wound into the braid by deft fingers; she did understand when her captors let go of her head, then the cord was tugged on, pulling her hair by the roots. “Ow!’ she whined again as her captor pulled on the cord, forcing her head up until her chin was parallel with the floor. The end of the cord was wrapped around her bound arms and tied off.
Before Susan could adjust to that, another cord was wrapped around her neck. She whimpered as it was pulled tight around her throat and tied off. the cord pulled taut as the other end was tied to the desk; Susan tugged blindly against the cord, to find that she was now bound in place, naked and blindfolded, her ankles and neck tied to the desk. Completely helpless in the hands of. . . of. . . of whoever now held her captive.
Smack! Susan jumped in her bonds with a startled cry as she was spanked again. “All right!” a male voice cried out. “Let’s do this!”
A pair of hands roughly took hold of her hips and Susan felt the tip of a cock brush against her lace-covered ass. “No-!” she cried out, squirming in her bonds, but they held her still.
a smaller pair of hands grabbed Suan by her braided hair. “Use your tongue for what it’s supposed to do, bitch!” that female voice snapped again. Susan tried to remember it, it seemed so familiar, then the owman, whoever she was, pressed her naked pussy against Susan’s lips.
”Mmph!” she moaned, trying to turn her face away, but she just couldn’t.
“Let’s get started, bitch!” Ridley said from behind her. Susan grunted and moaned as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, baring her ass and still-wet pussy.
“Mmmmmph!” Susan cried, shaking her ass, but the action only made her captor’s laugh. Cruelly. Lustily. Susan went still then, and whimpered softly.
Still laughing, Ridley pressed the tip of his cock into her wet pussy, sliding it easily into her despite Susan’s hopeless wishes. She cried again, then the female jerked hard on her hair, making her cry out again in pain. “Get started, bitch!” she snapped.
Still crying, Susan parted her lips and slid her tongue out, between the woman’s pussy lips; she moaned softly as Suan’s tongue slid through her, easing through the folds of her slit.
Ridley backed out until the tip of his cock almost slid free of Susan’s pussy, then he slowly eased himself back in, sliding deeper and deeper into her damp hot owmanhood.
Susan’s breath came fast as he slid into her. It was exactly the way she remembered it: the tight bondage, the uncaring captors, the thick shaft forcing its way deeper and deeper into her until she felt as if she would split open. “Mmmbl,” she mumbled, thrusting her tongue through the woman’s slit, seeking her clit; she had only ever licked one woman, but that had been an intense learning experience, to say the least, as she was forced to lick and suck Fenix to climax dozens of times.
No, the tip of her tongue slides into the hard nub of the woman’s clit, and she groans, her fingers tightening their hold on Susan’s head as Suan’s tongue pressed into her clit.
Susan moaned again as Ridley fucked her from behind his, his every stroke driving deeper and deeper into her, his cock thickening and hardening as her moans rose, growing aroused by her helpless squirming in the tight bonds, her tight wet pussy squeezing around his cock as he pressed himself against her, his crotch grinding against her pale ass, his cock buried the deepest yet.
“Mhmph! Mhmmmm!” Susan cried out, her tongue and lips , her helples cries muffled by the woman’s pussy.
“Oh, Yes!” she cried, arching her back, her hands pulling at Susan’s hair. “Oh, fuck! That’s it!” she shouted shrilly, her voice rising as she rose to a climax.
Behind Susan, Ridley still fucked her, driving into her like a hammer, faster and faster; she couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure as he thrust his thick shaft into her. She trembled and moaned, on the verge of climax when he thrust himself into her, and held there; he shuddered, then came, thick hot sperm pouring into her pussy while she cried in denial as his hammering stopped, leaving her trembling on the verge of her own climnax.
“Hey, it’s my turn!” a male voice said as its owner shoved the woman aside: Susan felt two rough hands grab her by the head, and the tip of a half-erect cock pressed to her tremblig lips.
With a whimper, Susan opened her mouth wide, and let him slide his manhood into her mouth as she felt another man grab her ass, choving his cock against her pussy; she knew that this would only end once each of her captors had taken a turn with her. If even then.