Defile her

You walk around Meghan slowly, looking at her, enjoying the sight of her helpless, elfin body. You stand in front of her, looking into her eyes, watching her bite her lip in anticipation and apprehension. You reach up and undo the shackles around her writs, letting her hands fall to her side.

"Take that off," you order, gesturing to the teddy. She hurries to comply, pulling it over her head and letting it fall, standing before you in heels, waiting your command. You walk around her again, trailing two fingers over her breasts an down her back, feeling her shudder at your touch. When she tries to turn her head to watch you, you smack her round little ass hard and order her to keep her head bowed.

You stand in front of her again and attach clips to both her nipples. She squirms and whimpers but does not try to move away. There is a chain connecting the two clips, and a second chain descending vertically from the first. You slide your fingers into her tight wet cunt and she moans and grinds herself against you. You rub and squeeze her clit, then attach the clip that dangles from the second chain to it.

As she feels the pressure she squeals and bends over, pressing her hands against herself. You slap her ass and tell her to stand. She tries to but the sensation is too much for her and she cannot comply.

"Please Master, I can't, it's too much for me," she begs, but makes no attempt to remove the clips herself. You step back from her, leaning against a table and watching her squirm against the pressures on her nipples and clit. You can hear Laurel groaning in lustful agony at Elena's attentions, but you don't look, keeping your focus on the tiny redhead in front of you.

"Crawl to me," you order and with only the slightest hesitation she slides to her hands and knees and begins to crawl towards you. Her eyes are teary, her chin is wobbling, but she looks determined to obey you. When she is two feet away you stop her by lifting your foot and blocking her path with your shoe. She sits on her legs and holds your foot, pressing it between her breasts, looking at you. Her lashes are half lowered and she regards you shyly from under them, stroking your foot.

"What would you do to please me, Meghan?"

"Anything Master."

"What if I wanted you to fuck a strange man?"

"Yes. Anything."

"Or three men at once."

"Anything," she answers, anxiety showing in her face.

"Or every man in the office?"

"Anything. I'll do anything Master."

"Including your grandfather?"

"Yes, anything. anything, I'll do anything" she cries frantically. She rubs her face against your shoe, staring at you with wanton submission, her words frantic. "I'm your slut, I'm your slut, I'll do anything you say, I belong to you."

You drop your foot and grab the chains linking her nipples and clit and tug, urging her to her feet. You pick her up and she wraps her legs around your waist, her arms around your neck, staring into your face with desperate need. You carry her to a low table and lay her down on it, prying her arms and off you and restraining them in shackles built into the table. Then pulling her legs away you you secure them to posts attached to the sides of the table. She is spreadeagled before you, mewing her need at you like a kitten, her legs raised and spread, her wet pussy glistening and pink.

You glance over at Elena and see that she has Laurel her knees in front of her, your wife's head pressed against the latina's pussy, both of them groaning with lust. You undo your pants and let them drop, kicking off your shoes and stepping out of them. Your cock is raging with desire, but you want to tease the helpless elfin redhead more.

Picking up a slim wand with a peacock feather attached to it you stroke it gently over her breasts and tummy, tickling her, watching her squirm at the delicate teasing sensation.

"Oh God Master, you're driving me mad," she whimpers, flexing herself to show you her open ready pussy, her hunger written plainly on her face.

A hunger that matches your own, and driven suddenly by feral need, you step between her open, helpless thighs and plunge into her tight wetness, filling her in a single stroke. Her tiny body arches as you take her, her groans of passion deep and loud.

"Oh my God! Oh God I need it, I need it, I want it, I'm your whore, I'm your whore, I belong to you, I belong to you, I belong to you," she wails as she starts to come, her spasms quivering through her. "I need it so bad, I need it, Oh God I have to be yours, I have to be yours, I have to be yours, I have to be yours, I'll do anything you say, anything you want, I have to be yours, I have to be yours, I'll die if I don't, I have to be yours, I'll die if I don't!" Her voice is a half insane rant of lust, her cunt gripping you as it spasms over and over and over. "I'm yours, I'm your possession, I was born to be yours, I was born to be yours, I belong to you, I belong to you, I belong to you! Oh God Master I belong to you!

You tug her chains as you start to come, filling her with hot seed, and her words turn into a crazed babble of incoherent noise, her body squirming and grinding and demanding all of your cock as she comes over and over again, panting and damp with lustful sweat.