Playing with Ellie

You stand in front of her, drinking in the sight of her bound, trembling body—a masterpiece of helplessness. Her massive G-cup tits rise and fall with shallow, panicked breaths, the thick silver bars through her nipples swaying with each shudder. You step closer, reaching out to cup the sheer weight of her left breast in your palm. It's heavy, impossibly soft, and burning hot. You squeeze, and her lips part in a silent, blind moan, strings of drool glistening down her chin.

Your thumb finds the barbell, rolling it between your fingers. The chain attached to it tugs downward, the steel clamp pulling her nipple into a tight, aching point. Her whole body jerks, a muffled whimper escaping. You switch hands, grabbing both tits at once, hefting them, toying with the weights, making the clamps swing and twist. She arches her back against the cabinet, pushing her chest into your grip like a shameless whore starving for touch.

You smirk down at her, though she can't see it. "I've got some plans for your body, little one," you murmur, your voice low and cruel. Her head tilts toward you, blind and deaf, only your words vibrating through the air she can't quite parse. She's a perfect little blank slate.

You fish your cock from your trousers, already rock-hard, the heavy shaft springing free. It throbs in your hand, a thick, angry length glistening with a bead of precum. You step closer, pressing the swollen head against her blindfolded cheek, dragging it down to her parted lips. Her mouth is slack, a thin tube still taped to the corner—her water source for the past three days. You rip it away, leaving her slick and gasping.

Her lips brush your cockhead, unknowing, instinctive. She tries to mouth at it, her tongue flicking out in search of the familiar pressure. You can't help but laugh. "Oh, you're going to learn to love this."

You grab the base of your cock and guide it between her lips. They're plump, slick with saliva and desperation, and they give way easily. You push deeper, feeling the wet heat of her throat as she gags, her body shuddering, but she's too far gone to resist. Her hands are bound behind her back, useless, and she can only take what you give her.

With the same hand, you reach over to the cabinet's control panel, dialing the vibrators buried inside her cunt and ass to max. The sudden, violent hum vibrates through the entire cabinet, and her body seizes, a scream garbled around your shaft. Her hips buck against the dildos, her thighs trembling, a gush of wetness soaking the glass beneath her.

You start to fuck her face, harsh and relentless. Each thrust buries your cock deep into her throat, feeling her swallow convulsively around the head. She gags, her nose pressing against your pelvis, but you don't slow. You pull out just enough to let her gasp, then slam back in, driving the air from her lungs. Drool spills down her chin in thick, glossy ropes, pooling into the valley of her massive tits, mixing with the sweat and the swaying nipple weights.

She's convulsing, her whole body jerking in time with the vibrators, her cunt clenching around the dildo, her asshole milking the one buried inside as she comes again and again. And still you fuck her mouth, using her like the little cocksleeve she was built to be.

You pull out, just for a second, letting her pant, letting her tongue loll out. "Tomorrow," you hiss, "I'll have you wheeled into the classroom. On all fours. Every teacher gets a turn between those G-cups. We'll chain those nipple weights together, hang a bell from them so the whole school hears you jingle as you take load after load."

She doesn't understand a word, but her body responds to your tone, a fresh wave of arousal slicking her thighs.

You slam back in, deep, balls-deep, your balls slapping her chin as you hold yourself there. Her throat works around you, milking, gagging, and you feel the familiar tightening in your balls. You thrust once, twice, and then you're coming, hot and thick, down her throat. You don't pull out. You force her to swallow every drop, then pull back just enough to let the last jets of cum splatter across her lips, her chin, dripping down onto those glorious, heaving tits.

She collapses against her restraints, a ruined, used mess, still coming in vibrating waves, her mouth open and full of your seed.

And you're not done with her yet. Not by a long shot.