After several more minutes, the mystery woman finally stepped back. “You are quite the tethered treasure,” she giggled. “I’d stay but I think I’m supposed to leave more for the next visitor. Bye, girl!” She waved as she stepped out the door, leaving Jessica trying to catch her breath.
Not a minute had gone by before the door opened again, letting a 30-ish man into the room, dressed like he just got off work from an office. He stood, his eyes sweeping up and down over Jessica. “This did not disappoint — you are definitely a tempting temptress, babe.” He walked over to rub his thumbs over her nipples, commenting, “You’ve been busy, I see!” as he felt the wetness. Jessica just groaned through her gag.
He didn’t fondle her for long, though, before turning and rummaging through cabinets. “Aha!” he cried, a triumphant tone in his voice. Jessica wasn’t sure she wanted to know what he’d found, but by now was equally sure that she would soon know whether she wanted to or not.
“This has to go, though. Sorry,” he said. He unhooked her bra, and Jessica looked at him skeptically, wondering just how he intended to get it off past her handcuffed hands. But he pulled out a pocketknife and before she could react, had snipped the straps of her bra, then pulled it loose and dropped it on the floor. Jessica looked at it, sadly, thinking how much she had liked that bra.
She still wasn’t sure what he’d gotten from the cabinet, but he seemed to have forgotten about it himself, as his attention returned to her nipples, rolling each of them between his fingers gently but insistently. She closed her eyes as he played with her, then heard him say, “That should be good.”
A moment later she was sure he had bitten down on her left nipple, but when her eyes flew open, instead of his teeth she spied instead a clamp hanging off her nip. Jessica let out a cry of pain at the sudden jolt as the second clamp bit into her right nipple. She looked down to see them both swollen between the tips of the clamps, the chain dangling between them. “There, there,” the man said soothingly while gently stroking the sides of her breasts, “it won’t hurt as much in a minute.”
A few minutes later, Jessica realized that the man was, to her surprise, correct. The sharpness of the pain was gone, replaced by a dull ache in her nipples. And the slow, barely-there strokes the man was giving her breasts were driving her wild. This was one of her favorite ways to have her boobs touched, but most guys just went straight to squeezing them like they were a stress toy.
All too soon, the man stopped his stroking of her boobs, leading to her giving a little whine of dismay through her gag. He gave her a kiss on the cheek, and took his leave.
Next up was another couple, holding hands, about her age. The man was wearing a leather jacket and jeans, while the woman had on a tight black dress. The woman raised her eyebrows at the sight of Jessica, commenting, “She’s been busy.” The man seemed to be holding back, lingering in the doorway. Jessica wondered if the hesitation was around the protocol for how to act in a room featuring both his girlfriend and a bound, half-naked woman. The girlfriend, looking back, laughed and grabbed at his hand, pulling him into the room, the sound of the door latching shut echoing in the space. “Oh, go on, I know what you want. I meant what I said earlier.”
The words seemed to embolden the man, who walked in and ran his hands over Jessica’s naked torso, squeezing her boobs and gently tugging on her clamps, causing Jessica to squeal through her gag. Then he turned around, and started going through some boxes of loose hardware in one of the cabinets. He showed something in his hand to the woman, who nodded her head as she laughed, saying, “I’m just glad it’s not me this year.”
“This year? Has this kind of thing happened before?” Jessica thought. Then she felt the woman’s hand on her upper back, pushing her, forcing her to lean forward.
The boyfriend, kneeling between Jessica’s feet, looked down at the floor then at Jessica’s tits, now dangling down, the weight of the clamps seeming to stretch them out, then said, “Just a little more, babe.” The woman pushed harder, and Jessica deepened her bend. The man seemed to do something then to the chain dangling from Jessica’s nipples, then he stood up and the woman let go. Jessica tried to stand, but immediately realized that the guy had attached her nipple clamps to something on the floor, causing an awful pain in her breasts when she tried to straighten back up. She looked down to see a new chain, attached to a ring on the floor she hadn’t previously noticed, the other end hooked around the chain between her nipples.
She groaned through the gag at this newest indignity, then saw with trepidation that the man was lowering his pants. Then she heard a zipper being unzipped, and realized as she felt her skirt falling away that the woman must be removing her one remaining outer garment. As she was trying to process all of this, the man stepped forward and, holding her head between his hands, pushed her head down on his cock.
Jessica tried to voice a protest at the suddenness of this encounter, but between the ring gag and the cock filling her mouth, only a whimper came out. Holding her head in place, he started slowly pumping his cock in and out of her mouth through the ring. Meanwhile, the woman had finished her alteration of Jessica’s clothing and was tracing fingernails up and down the backs of her legs, occasionally reaching between her spread-open thighs to stroke her pussy through the front of Jessica’s panties, which were rapidly getting wetter. “Oh, come on, she can take more than that,” the woman said, a mocking tone in her voice. “I certainly had to.”
Before Jessica could process the implications of that statement, the man started thrusting deeper, starting to trigger Jessica’s gag reflex. After a few more thrusts, it suddenly became easier, and she could feel his cock going into her throat as the man’s balls rested briefly on her chin. “That’s more like it,” the woman said approvingly, as the man groaned in pleasure.
The man continued slowly face-fucking her, pulling all the way out before pushing balls-deep back into her mouth, back and forth, seemingly in no hurry at all, while the woman continued her teasing stroking of Jessica’s legs. Eventually, the fingers became bolder, the woman pulling Jessica’s panties down just enough for the woman to work a finger tip up to tease Jessica’s wet opening.
Jessica had no sense of time anymore, lost in a sexed-out daze, but eventually the man started to speed up, his thrusts becoming more urgent as his groaning became louder. As he did, the woman started pumping her finger further up inside Jessica, pulling out only to stroke between her labia. The noises Jessica was making were starting to sound inhuman, between the moaning brought on by the woman’s touch and the steady squelching noise as the man pumped into Jessica’s throat.
Suddenly he was spewing his hot semen into her mouth. Most of it shot down her throat, but gagged as she was, she couldn’t easily swallow, so the rest of the man’s cum dripped out of the sides of her mouth, joining the puddle of drool already on the floor. The man staggered back, his cock bobbing up and down as he did. As the woman finally removed her finger from Jessica’s innards, Jessica groaned in frustration at being left to stew.
The man looked inquisitively at his girlfriend, raising his eyebrows, causing her to laugh once again. “Oh, no. She started it, she can finish it. I only clean the messes I create,” she said, a lascivious tone entering her voice. With a grunt, the man stepped forward again, putting his cock back into Jessica’s gaping mouth. “Lick,” the woman commanded, looking at Jessica. She licked all around as best she could, as the man slid in and out until he was satisfied that she had gotten all of his ejaculate.
“And now to clean my mess,” she continued. “It appears that someone has dribbled all over themselves.” With that, she started licking the insides of Jessica’s thighs and over the front of her panties.
While she was doing that, the man pulled his jeans back up, saying with a contented sigh, “God, I love this time of year.”
The girlfriend gave one last parting nibble to Jessica’s inner thigh, causing her to jump in surprise, then stood, laughing again, saying, “Because this is when you met me, right? Is what you meant?”
“Of course,” he said with a smile, as they walked out, arm and arm, leaving Jessica behind, almost entirely naked, bent over, and a quivering mess.
She got a few minutes before the door swung open again. Jessica craned her head up to see who walked in on her this time. A younger man walked in, wearing a t-shirt that read ‘Freshman Orientation’ with a date from just last month. “God,” the man said, an almost reverent tone in his voice, “the tales of this place were true.”
Did everyone know about this place but her, Jessica wondered?
“Oh, I’m … I’m Matt,” the freshman stammered out. “It’s really nice to meet you. Umm… Oh, I guess you can’t say your name with that.” He stepped forward, looking for all the world like a kid in a candy shop who can’t decide what to try first. He started running his hands all over her body, but kept returning to her breasts. Dangling as they were, effectively tied to the floor, Jessica considered that they were, at the moment, an even more prominent feature on her than they usually were.
“Wow,” Matt finally said. Jessica rolled her eyes, wondering if this kid had ever actually seen a naked woman before not on a screen. At least, she thought, he had to be an adult given that they carded at the door. “Wow,” he said again, continuing to fondle her poor boobs.
Jessica hung her head wearily. “Oh, right, your neck must be tired holding your head up,” Matt chattered on. “I know just the thing to fix that. Hang on!” He darted out of sight again, and came back, setting something down on the table behind her and then working the buckle on the back of her gag. He gingerly pulled it out, looking at the drool and cum-crusted ring with distaste, and flung it onto the table before wiping his hands off on his jeans.
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