Nina's All Tied Up

It wasn't until Joe ripped one of the straps that Nina came out of her trance, screaming and shoving Joe away before she stumbled hurriedly towards the bathroom, with her would-be assaulter following close behind. She rushes inside, and pivoting around quickly to try and close the door behind her. Frantically, she tried to get it locked but Joe hit in full-on from the other side, forcing it wide open and throwing Nina back against the sink. Joe grinned at her as he shut and locked the door behind himself. Nina backed away from him fearfully, raising her arms up as she shrunk back near the bathtub. "Stay away from me!"

"Honey, you're mine for tonight," Joe leered, starting to approach Nina slowly, "you best get used to the idea."

"No!" Nina shrieked, bending over to remove a high heel and throw it at Joe as he came forward. He hesitated, throwing up his arms to protect his face as it flew past him. Nina hurriedly reached down for the other, but lost her balance in her panic and fell backwards into the tub, ripping the shower curtain down off the bar with her. Joe was on her in a second, wrestling between her flailing legs to pin her arms and haul her upwards, grasping both her wrists with one hand while the other fished out a pair of handcuffs from his waistband, which he used to secure her hands around the bar that had suspended the shower curtain. "Gotcha now, missy." Joe grinned, as Nina attempted to jerk her hands free. The bar held, and Nina was **** to stand on her tiptoes to keep on the floor, her hands chained up above her to the bar.

"Bastard!" Nina screamed, attempting to kick out at him with her stocking-clad feet. Joe ducked back, before catching a leg and thrust it aside, clamping his other hand around her mouth. "You gotta learn when to be quiet, missy." Keeping one hand over her mouth, his other hand worked it way under her dress and tore her black lace panties out from underneath the lacy garter belt suspending her stockings. Nina let out a muffled yell, before Joe wadded her panties up and, a split second after removing his hand, shoved them into her mouth. "That's better! Now, you be quiet now, an' I'll make this real nice for ya."

Joe stepped back to admire the dangling Nina; her long black hair spread in disarray over her face and body from the chase, her large breasts heaving in deep breaths against her tight blue dress, and her long, tone stocking-clad legs. Her dress had been pulled up to reveal part of her vagina, her pubic hair cut away except for a short patch above her clit. Her eyes were screwed shut, apparently not wanting to see what was happening next. Joe kneeled down, grabbing a leg in each hand and prying them apart, despite a muffled cry from Nina. He slid between them, resting each thigh on a shoulder, his face right in front of Nina's crotch. Nina felt his rough tongue trace a line over her labia as his hands clutched her rear, pushing her cunt right into his face. Nina let out a low groan, as her thighs closed over his head against her will. She felt her vaginal folds parting as his tongue snaked in to her, her slit getting wetter from the attention and lubricating its way. His tongue plunged deeper, churning her inner juices as she grunted, fighting the warm tides of pleasure from her crotch. His stubble tickled against the insides of her thighs, causing her to shiver. His hands kneading her firm buttocks, as his tongue continued to slop around inside her inner walls. She closed her eyes again, gagging slightly on her panties while fighting down a moan. Her hips started to buck unconsciously in time with Joe's tongue, before her finally pushed back, leaving Nina hanging with a thin line of vaginal fluid trickling down her leg.

"Looks like you're good and ready, slut." Joe sneered, licking his chops noisily as Nina heard his fly unzip. Her eyes flew open in a panic.