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Chapter 11
by Manbear
Does Christopher satisfy your needs this time?
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"Do you know why I've refrained from spreading your pretty thighs, girl?" Christopher asks you as he pushes you through the door into your bedroom.
"Because we have not been wedded?" You blink your eyes meekly in your best imitation of a nervous virgin.
"Hah!" You try to hide your smile as Christopher/Sajen gives one sharp exclamation of amusement. "No Mademoiselle, I don't give a rat's ass about what your Church thinks of my actions." He pushes you forward onto the bed that sits in the center of the large master bedroom; never letting go of the scarf that is attached to your wrists he moves along the side of the bed, and pulling your arms straight, ties the scarf to the sturdy corner post of the Wesley Allen bed. "But if I'd fucked that tight pussy of yours while we were still aboard the Serpent's Tongue my crew would have had to listen to your screams all that night and in the morning they'd have been lined up like hungry wolves at a fresh kill waiting for their turn to sample your lovely pussy."
"That's barbaric!" You gasp in mock horror, wondering how many of the fine ladies stolen from their homes met exactly that fate on the long sail back to the northern homelands of the Viking raiders. Christopher was probably a boy scout, you decide as you admire the neat knot that now secures your arms to the queen sized bed. As he circles the bed, you wonder at how you ended up face down on the bed with your hands securely fastened; at least the bedding was fresh and clean as you happened to change the sheets this afternoon. Oh Amy, don't kid yourself, you hoped you'd be sharing this bed with your date. That might have been true, but you certainly didn't expect to be tied to this bed by a teen-aged boy and-
"Oh!" The exclamation is completely involuntary as Christopher seizes your foot and stretches it to the far corner of the bed. Another scarf is wrapped around your ankle and that limb too is bound to the iron railing so you now were stretched diagonally across the bed. Christopher sits at your side and with a cruel grin reaches under you to fondle the breasts that are in danger of popping out of the loosely laced bodice.
"Please, why are you doing this?" You remember to protest as he gropes your sensitive tits through the thin fabric.
"Because my pretty Elecia, I can." He has pulled one of your breasts free of the dress and is twisting your swollen nipple firmly causing you to squeal even as your pussy floods with yet another wave of hot juices. You see the concern on Christopher's face and before he stops his **** on your breasts, you quickly remind him of his role.
"You are nothing but cowardly scum Sajen," you sneer at him as contemptuously as you can, "you may be able to overpower my frail body, but you will never break my spirit!" He squeezes the nipple again and your body jerks in response to the shooting pain that arcs like lightning between your nipples.
"You'll be begging me to fuck you soon enough Mademoiselle." Christopher falls back into his Sajen role easily, and you can feel the juices heating up once again in your sex. "Once I've plowed your valley a few times, you'll crawl to meet me every night when I come home." His hands pull the cotton material of your full skirt up over your thighs and he rolls you onto your belly as you kick uselessly with your one free leg.
"Spread your legs my beauty." He growls softly into the hair at the back of your neck, and when you clench your thighs together in defiance his hand lands sharply on your raised buttocks. He ignores your cry of surprise and smacks you again. "When you've had enough of my palm, kitten, spread those legs and let me see your lovely cunt." None of his blows are particularly hard but by the time a dozen or so have landed on your ass you feel like your skin is on fire and your pussy pulses with need. You had hoped to defy his demands but all too soon your free leg spreads wide exposing your sex to the cool air-conditioned air of the apartment and most certainly his eager eyes.
"Good girl." Christopher/Sajen laughs and the spanking thankfully comes to an end but now a new torment that is even harder to ignore begins.
Now how does he tease your tied body?
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Blind Date
Looking for new love.
A thirty-something year old divorcee goes out on her first date in over a decade.
Updated on Aug 11, 2019
by gene.sis
Created on Apr 28, 2016
by cariadferch-usa
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