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Chapter 11 by SparkyMan SparkyMan

Is Penelope there to save the day?

Irresistible

Penelope stood motionless, watching as the orgasm overtook your entire being. Her eyes, locked with yours, glossed over with the obvious haze of lust. Your body convulses wildly with uncontrollable muscle spasms. Rippling waves of flesh can be seen moving from your core to your limbs. Your toes curl reflexively from the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced.

Beads of perspiration drip in rivers along your naked form, nearly creating puddles on the wooden floor. You can feel a seeping wetness spill from the juncture of your pussy and the non-stop fucking of the slick dildo. Rivulets stream along your inner thighs, cooling as the surrounding air hits your aroused flesh. You can barely focus as both machines continue their unrelenting ****, too weak to stop them on your own.

If Penelope doesn't turn off the machine, or free you from your self-imposed shackles, you're bound to topple over into yet another mind-blowing orgasm. Trying to plead for help, the only thing coming from your mouth is a raspy, "Moooo."

You watch as Penelope tentatively reaches for you with her free hand, as she chews on the knuckles of her other hand. The instant contact is made, your body visibly trembles with the sensitive aftershock of your release. Her hand, soft and gentle, lightly caresses the excited flesh along your back, to your head. Your wildly tossed hair is pulled from your face, clearing your vision of your equally naked friend and rescuer. Her hand cups your cheek, her thumb tracing over your parched lips, staying ever so silent, as to not draw attention.

You plead with your eyes, a knowing look between friends, begging for help, tears threatening to spill forth shortly. The distraction of the rhythmic plunging of the dildo, combined with the pulsating and suctioning sensations on your heavy tits was fighting for your undivided attention. It's impossible to ignore the friction and jolts of electricity coursing through you as you climb steadily towards another climax.

'Hurry' you think to yourself, knowing you won't be able to withstand the effects of another mind-blowing orgasm. Penelope’s touch is only, somehow, magnifying the foreboding impact. Electricity from her fingertips course along your flesh, colliding with the electricity from your core, causing a cataclysmic thunderstorm with lightning bolts that leave you nearly paralyzed.

Her hand leaves your face, travels slowly over your shoulders and down along your arm, Shivers of excitement travel in the opposite direction, 'Freedom at last' flashes ever so briefly across your addled brain. Penelope traces the outline of the shackle over your wrist and moves towards the metal hasp. 'At last!' you scream to yourself in triumphant glee.

Still chewing on her knuckle, Penelope takes another long gaze into your eyes. You immediately sense that something's not right. An orange flame of lust lingers in her gaze mingled with a rueful expression of sorrow.

Before you know it, Penelope had turned the latch, folding it down, effectively locking your wrist into its current binding. With lightning speed and determination, the same had been done to your other wrist!

'She locked me in!' Your eyes go wide in disbelief as the grip of your third multiple orgasm begins to take hold.

"Nooooooooooo" you manage to groan, sounding much like the bovine creatures in stalls nearby.

What does Penelope have planned?

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