Place For It Ep. 10 by Kedge

Place For It Ep. 10 by Kedge

Explore the tantalizing world of intimacy in 'Place For It Ep. 10.' Dive deep into an adult sex story that ignites passion and intrigue. Discover emotionally charged encounters and thrilling narratives that spark your imagination. Perfect for those seeking a captivating read that blends desire and storytelling!<br/>

The tall, muscular blonde shimmered in the bright pool of light, sheened with sweat. Small spasms chased under her marvelously tanned skin. Her arms were raised in the open, prayer-like gesture enforced by the chains cuffed to her wrists.

The thin black necklace hung, dangling loosely from the ring on the chains joining her wrists. The loop draped against her belly, clinking lightly against the sparse hair beneath her navel.

The wide straps buckled to her upper thighs accentuated the length and the strength of her legs.

Doralea sat in the darkness, leaning against the cool wall, every breath a conscious endeavor.

She had been raised to such a high erotic pitch — raised and then held there for so long — that she could not come, could not think, could not move.

She sat there in the dark, breathing through her slackly open mouth, her eyes enthralled by the awesome power of the events she had witnessed and by the blindfolded Nordic goddess bound in the pool of light in the middle of the room.

With an immense effort of will, she rose and moved deliberately to embrace the blonde, her head nestled between the tight tits.

The tits rode high, held out by the imposing pecs, sculpted by the wide-armed stance. The long legs raised the cunt so high that Doralea’s navel was tickled by the fine puff of hair accenting the protrudent mound.

The sweat-slick skin was hot against Doralea’s shivering flesh.

The smells, pungent where she nuzzled between the twin balls of the blonde’s tits, gave her head another spin.

She was reeling.

She hugged the long body tightly to maintain her balance — and her sense of where she was.

She kissed the soft skin stretched over the inside of the magnificently erect breast.

She noticed a large bead of sweat rolling slowly down from the powerful neck, following the runnels between the chiseled muscles. Her tongue flicked out to gather it in, the acrid saltiness biting her tongue.

She again hugged the Nordic Amazon and pressed her cunt into the long leg, rubbing her clit against the hard quad of the powerful thigh.

Doralea heard a cart being wheeled down the hall. Her head lolled toward the door idly.

She startled and, again without knowing why, felt the need to hide and quickly returned to sit against the cool wall.

The cart stopped outside the door, then, with a scrape, rolled in. The older woman from the steam- room, dark hair and of medium height, wheeled the cart into the light that showered into the middle of the room. She wore a bare-shouldered white linen drape which reached her ankles. It was held at the top by a cord which crossed her back, ran under her arms and in front of her shoulders to tie behind her neck. The frog which cinched the empire waist beneath her ample breasts was the only fastening, her smooth legs, her softly rounded belly and her stiffly haired mound peeked occasionally through the full-length frontal slit.

Sandals cradled her feet and long thongs criss-crossed up her calves to stop just below her knee.

The cart carried many jars, basins, tubes and towels.

The woman in white lifted a glass full of a soft yellow liquid to the lips of bound blonde.

She drank slowly, deeply, draining the glass without taking a breath. She exhaled loudly when she was done, perhaps the shorter woman had forced her to drink a little longer than she would have on her own.

The dark-haired woman spoke softly.

“Well, Gavia, it’s nice to have you back.”

She bent over slightly and wiped a small gause pad efficiently in the hollow on the side of the tall woman’s butt.

“There is an emptiness when you are gone.”

She jabbed a syrette quickly into the meat of the blonde’s ass-cheek.

“That should come on pretty quick. Like before, you will stay completely lucid. It only works on your muscles. You just relax.”

She dropped the syrette into a small can on the cart. She guided the nozzle of a small douche bag into the much used cunt and hung the bag casually from a wide strap she placed in the blonde’s mouth.

“Bite down. Hold that.”

She continued on her business, releasing the flow and quickly sliding a long narrow basin between the powerful legs to catch the outflowing water.

A faint scent of lemon drifted to Doralea.

“OK, that’s that.”

She retrieved the strap and slipped the nozzle out with the efficient ease of long practice.

She laid th middle of a longer strap between the blonde’s teeth.

“Bite.”

She flipped the terminal D-rings over Gavia’s shoulders, to hang down the middle of her back. She hefted a large, full enema bag from the cart’s shelf and stepped behind the Hardbody. She hung it from the D-rings, putting a visible strain on her neck and jaws.

Doralea watched as the blonde shifted to accommodate the intrusion of the large nozzle past her anal ring.

When the other woman had it well seated, the flow was released and the woman stood back, hands on hips, to watch.

“Ah, Gavia. You must squeeze that hard. Hold the nozzle in, dear, and don’t leak, Suck it up.” She laid a hand on the deeply cut belly and another on the upper curve of that hard ass. “Take it all for me.”

The smaller woman pulled out the stiff invader with a quick flick.

“Hold it in, Gavia. Please, don’t spill.”

She tossed the empty bag onto the cart’s shelf, and hefted a larger bag, with a larger nozzle. She hung that from the D-rings, putting an even greater strain on Gavia’s neck as she bit the strap hard. Her neck muscles stood out and her heart-beat was clearly visible in the arteries pulsing over her taut muscles.

Even so, the strap was pulled deeper into her mouth, stretching her lips back into an enforced grin.

Gavia rocked her hips to assist the insertion of this second enema.

When the liquid was released, the dark-haired woman held the nozzle tightly in her ass with one hand and leaned on the bag with the other, squeezing all the liquid into the blonde’s belly.

The increased volume in the gut of the Hardbody was visible to Doralea, who sat quietly, remembering the shower when she had first come to this place.

The dark haired woman now stood behind the blonde, and reaching around, caressed her distended belly, circling and rubbing. Then she pulled herself tightly against the strong body, crushing the bag and (and her large, soft udders) completely flat against the muscled back.

Her hands cradled the ballooned belly and she lifted herself onto her toes, trying in vain to lift her pussy high enough to reach the stem that protruded from the blonde’s ass.

She took the bag and pulled the nozzle, as efficiently as she had the first. She pulled another long narrow basin, similar to a hospital bedpan, and swung an arm from the cart to hold it between Gavia’s thighs.

“Hold. Still hold it, dear.”

She began to massage the taut abs, stretched over the ballooned gut, pressing deeper and squeezing harder with each pass.

Doralea’s hands went to her own belly in sympathy.

“OK, now, whenever you’re ready.”

The fluid hit the metal pan with a loud ringing, quickly muffled as it filled with her discharge.

The woman gently removed the blindfold and began wiping the blonde’s face with moist, thick cloths. She used two on her face, then switched to two new ones for her neck and shoulders.

She kept getting new cloths as she wiped the powerful blonde beauty down. She removed every trace of sweat, saliva, jizz, cunny-cum, douche and E-juice.

The woman shook some scented oil from a tall bottle onto her hands.

“That should start to be coming on now,” she said to Gavia.

Then she started to spread the oil over every muscle, into every cut, polishing the entire machine.

Gavia started to slump, her head rolling listlessly to one side.

“Don’t fight it, my dear. Just let it all go. Every muscle loose. The drug will win. Your mind will be alert and clear. It will only affect your muscles. You remember from before. This is just like all the other times. Relax. Don’t fight it. Welcome the waves of release.”

The woman droned on, oiling the marvelous, tanned body.

Gavia started to sway, then gradually lost all tone and slumped, hanging from her wrists, her legs offering no support.

When the dark-haired woman was satisfied, she stopped her oily massage and pushed the cart out of the way. She retrieved the large bolster and held it against the breast and belly of the suspended, drug-relaxed beauty. Straps, drawn tight and buckled around the chest and waist, held the bolster to her torso as the woman released one wrist, holding it to control the slump toward the floor.

When the other wrist was released from its cuff, the woman lowered Gavia slowly and gently.

She arranged her on the bolster, face down, her head draped over one end, her ass off the other, arms and legs loosely to each side. Her long, thick blonde hair was gathered and laid in a dense pile on the floor, its thickness blocking Doralea’s view of her lovely face.

Her goals achieved, the woman packed the cart and wheeled it back out into the hall. Doralea heard quiet voices in deliberate conversation, so she held to her place in the shadows.

Two figures entered, and quickly set to work. They were dressed in the black hooded bodysuits worn by Noh staqehands. They carried black rods with buckles. The strap at the end of one pole was buckled to the tall blonde’s right wrist. Another strap, nestled snugly into the crook of the elbow, clamped the pole to Gavia’s forearm.

Another pole was attached similarly to her left forearm.

They removed the wide straps around her thighs. The thin straps which they buckled high in her crotch and just above her knees, held a pair of poles to the outsides of her thighs.

A tight cap was strapped on, the strap running from her temples, under the ears, to tighten the back of the cap at the base of the skull. This cap had a pole just short of a meter that thrust back behind the beautiful woman.

The pair unbuckled the limp blonde body from the bolster and allowed Gavia to slump gently to the floor.

Doralea could now see her alert grey eyes, which followed the movements of the two as they moved around the room, clearing the accumulated debris.