Wake up again

Korak woke with a startle, his body jerking, thick muscles working uselessly.

Korak grunted as he looked around. He was lying spread-eagled on a long table, arms and legs pulled wide apart and bound with leather straps that immobilize him completely. Muscles jump as he hauls on the leather bonds binding him, but they hold firm. Thick muscles on his chest bunch as he strained, but as the bonds do not give an inch he gives up.

A thick ballgag filled his mouth, the straps digging into the corners of his mouth. He glared around the room and realized he was in a large, expensive looking living room with various trophies and animal heads positioned on the wall.

He then heard a sound and a woman walked in the room.

She was one of the palest women he had ever seen, her almost milk-white skin glowing under the light from the overhead chandeliers. She stood about 5’7” in her two inch heels - - with a curvy hourglass figure, double D’s on proud display in her low-cut dress. Her long, perfectly styled, blond hair came down halfway down her back in a thick waterfall. She had large facial features - big blue eyes framed with heavy purple eyeshadow, a long elegant nose, rouged cheeks and a wide mouth with lipstick the same purple color as her eye makeup. Her red dress showed a wide valley of cleavage in front and her bare back (although you couldn’t see much of that with her hair in the way). Her outfit was finished with stockings, black spike high-heels, a huge gold necklace with three bright blue diamond-shaped gems set in the center, and several flashy rings on her long fingers.

Seeing Korak was awake she walked towards the table with a gloating smile. “Well, boy,” she said, tracing a hand over his chest, her fingertips ghosted over his tanned skin. “I did not think it would be so easy to have you captured, I expected a bit more from the Prince of the Jungle!” she laughed mockingly. “But I am quite satisfied,” she went on. “I looked forward to have you for myself, I love to collect rare finds – lots of people are interested in you. Several rich men and women have allready expressed interest in having you as their sexslave. Before that, of course,” she added, leaning over Korak, her full breasts pressed close to his face. “I will personally test you and review if you are as amazing as I heard. Perhaps if I am impressed I will keep you for myself!” she said with a laugh.

"I could keep you for myself and me and my husband could tame you. Forcing you to satisfy us in every way we want. And we could simply turn you into a heartrugg once we are bored with you. Using you as a trophy to impress visitors."

“But before that. . .” she let her words trail off, placing both her hands on Korak’s chest, pressing into his muscled torso, she runs her hands over his every curve, tracing every line of muscle, despite Korak blushing a deep red of humiliation: he grunted angrily into his gag, shaking his head, jerking helplessly in his bonds.

The woman laughed at his useless struggles. She pinched his nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, squeezing them hard.

“Mhmmm!” Korak cries out through his gag, arching his back as far as he can, swinging his body desperately from side to side in the limited space the bonds allowed him.

The woman’s smile growed. “Say, do these go all the way up to ten?” she asked mockingly, then twisted his nipples.

“MHMMMMMPHG!” Korak screamed, struggled wildly, pain flaring in his body like he’d never felt before - perhaps he’d felt worse pain before, but never in this way.

The woman twisted his nipples the other way, watching, amused, as he screamed and gasped. Finally, laying off his nipples, she ran a hand down his body, pressing into his taut belly, then slipping into his loincloth. Korak stared at her, wide-eyed as her questing fingers brushed over his manhood. “Oooh, impressive!” she spoke, giving him an admiring smile. “I bet the girls love to hold onto your vine!” She laughed at her own joke, stroking his cock with her fingers,against his will,his cock stirred under her attention, shifting as blood flows hotter.

“Too bad your wheenie is mine now!” She said, shooting Korak a mocking look as she pulled his manhood out; Korak closed his eyes with a despairing moan as she wrapped her fingers around his thickening shaft, running her fingers up and down his erect manhood.

Moving, the woman walked to the edge of the table, standing between Korak’s feet. She leaned down, lowering herself to the tabletop, her firm breasts pressing hard into the hardwood; she lowered her face to Korak’s crotch, and stopped, her soft red lips only a few inches from the tip of his cock. Glancing up his long body, she met Korak’s horrified gaze with another of her mocking smiles. Her soft lips pared, and she blew a hot breath of air over the head of his cock; it twitched, responding to the strange treatment, then she lowered herself the last few inches, her lips parting wide, then closing gently around it.

Sucking gently at the tip of his cock, the woman slipped her right hand underneath her, pressing her hand to her right breast, she fondled herself, her strong fingers kneading and digging into her soft flesh while Cap’s cock hardened in her mouth, pressing out as it growed.

Her left hand, Yvonne slipped down into her own pants, her firm fingers stroking across her slit while she lowered her lips over Korak’s cock, slowly taking his whole length into her mouth. She moaned softly, tracing her tongue over the length of his manhood while she ran her lips up and down his shaft, her voice growing softer as his cock swells, filling her mouth.

She took him into the back of her throat, the tip of his manhood pressing into her; moaning softly, her fingers pressed into her clit even as she carefully took him into her throat, with long practice ignoring her gag reflex, easily taking his entire length until her lips are wrapped around the base of his shaft.

She squeezed her own breast, listening with wicked delight to Korak’s gagged moans. She can feel her own pleasure rising as she pulled herself back, running her lips back up his cock until she once again held the tip of his cock between her lips, tracing the tip of her tongue over it.

Once more she took him in her mouth, sliding her lips and tongue down his long shaft, taking him into her throat; She doesn’t stop there, but strokes back up, then down again, bobbing her head up and down while Korak’s moans rise, helpless and lost in a tide of **** pleasure.

She stroked and pinched herself, her own pleasure rising as she felt him buck and jerk beneath her, his cock twitching, then exploding in her mouth, hot salty cum pouring over her tongue. She trembled and shuddered as he cummed hard, swallowing just as hard, sucking hard at the tip of his cock to draw out every last drop of his cum; she laps at his cock with her tongue, licking up every drop.

She straightened up. Wiping her mouth, she smiled down at him. “I hope you enjoyed that!” she said. “It’ll be the last pleasure you’ll get for a while!”