Back Door Entry

As confident as Bianca is, there’s no way she’s going right through the front door. Why would she? Courtesy for whatever denizen she plans to simply demolish with what is between her legs?

She struts to the back door, right through a thriving garden, hopping a small fence with ease and pulling open the thick wooden door. If she’d been watching just a bit closer maybe she’d have noticed the soft glow from the other side of the door, perhaps she would have thought of the oddly easy entry to what was supposed to be her first challenge… but of course she didn’t. This wasn’t part of the fight. Her gorgeous frame is perfectly safe here!

If only it was so. The instant she pulls the door open, ropes flare out from inside the door, wrapping, almost as if by magic, around her. “Definitely magic,” she thinks as they quickly tie knots around her arms and legs, and quickly yank her against the door, face first. Bianca still isn’t fazed in the slightest. She’s had other dominatrix’s jealous of her before. She’d been tied up, put in shackles stocks, and dozens of other things. Not only had she never submitted, she’d learned some things. For example, most ropes just required a little twisting, and…

Bianca yanks her hands apart. The ropes seem flimsy at best, and even if they weren’t she’s broken many of them. Of course, none of those were magic. So naturally, the ropes don’t move an inch. In fact, they seem to pull her right back into position, her legs spread wide and her arms going high above her head. Guess there’s nothing to do but wait.

Of course, a magical door isn’t simply content to just… wait. No, it’s excited to have a victim in its grasp. Er, as excited as any magical inanimate object can be.

Bianca gasps in surprise as the door molds itself, yanking her closer, and just like that, her massive tits pop into the door. It’s not like anything she was, or would’ve been, expecting. In fact, she wouldn’t have expected to feel anything at all, but the door seemed to have somehow gotten rid of the black latex covering her breasts, leaving them cradled by the wood.

Immediately it’s followed by the lower half. Her latex crotch disappears, and her massive cock finds itself buried into the door. Open air licks at it, and she realizes the end of her cock must be sticking through and out the door. Thinking of that, her nipples just may be too.

Still, it’s not done. As these are pulling her most sensitive pieces in, her arms are slowly lifting. Higher and higher, and all the sudden she’s barely standing, only on her tip toes. And then it comes. The piece de resistance.

“Glahhauahhhah!”

Bianca moans out as a firm piece of wood slides into her pussy. Just as with her breasts the wood is finely polished, and must have some thin layer of lubricant, or it wouldn’t penetrate so easily.

And now she waits. The door stops completely there, leaving her barely standing.

An hour passes. Two. Bianca is nearly inhuman, but her ankles are aching. She just… can’t stay like this. She falls an inch, and the ropes allow it… right onto that thick wooden cock.

Another inch, another groan. And yet… this whole situation is exciting her. She’s never been at the mercy of… nothing. It’s literally a door, and it has her by the cock. It’s one thing when another mistress tried to take her, or someone temporarily overpowered her in combat. This… was humiliating, and arousing.