Meanwhile, Josh had leaned back into the bathroom, grabbing his bag, and walked over to put it back on top of the dresser, watching her out of the corner of his eye. Last night in his frenzy he had mostly gone with what was available… but now he had a few of his own makeshift toys that had sat unused for too long. He pulled out a couple of those, and a couple he’d bought online as well- some things just shouldn’t be homeade, he mused as he pulled out a mediumish butt plug made of a firm but flexible gel, and a small but powerful vibrating bullet with a remote. The things he’d brought from home were a little more cumbersome. but just as obvious in function… a mass of smallish but sturdy chains and black leather cuffs… rather than order expensive restraints he had built his own, using women’s decorative leather bracelets for the top and men’s for the bottom… he figured that would be fairly effective for most girls… and had attached the chains through the openings in the cuffs, which were holes reinforced with metal rings. Scooping all that up, he dropped it loudly on the corner of the bed and came around to stand behind Rachel, between her dangling legs where she lay there, wriggling uncomfortably, and growled “I’m going to untie your hands for a moment… don’t do anything stupid.” before leaning down and pulling the knots loose. Keeping one wrist gripped tightly, he rolls her over on her back “Slide back up the bed, now” he commands.
Rachel hesitates, realizing he’s about to tie her to the bed, then squeals in pain as he gives her a hard slap across her breasts with his free hand “Are you fucking deaf today, slut? Did I give you brain damage when I choked you with my dick last night? MOVE. NOW.” he demands, and she scrambles to scoot her ass up toward the headboard on top of her messed-up bedcovers, her free hand weak and shaky under her from disuse and unable to hold her weight. When he yanked on her arm roughly, she quit moving… she felt him wrapping a slightly rough band of what felt like cheap leather around her wrist, with the coldness of the chain pressed against the back of her hand and dangling down her arm. Releasing her hand, she felt him pull her by the chain to one of the posts on her bed and heard him wrap the chain around it and a snapping sound she could only assume was a lock. A flutter in her stomach rose as high as the back of her throat as she fought to keep down panicky screams… he had come prepared for her, it seemed, and that just made the whole situation that much more frightening.
Josh made short work of attaching her other wrist to the other bedpost… rather than walking around he simply climbed onto the bed and straddled her prone chest, letting his balls brush against her breasts and over her nipples as he finished binding her. Sitting back on her stomach, he surveys his work while Rachel begins to wheeze under him from his weight. Hot, he thought… she looked almost crucified with her arms up like that… and the mask was perfect. Too perfect, almost, with her cloud of damp, wavy black hair billowing out of the back. His cock jumped and twitched as he reached down to play with her breasts, still putting most of his weight on her stomach, watching them jiggle as she jerks under him. Pinching one nipple in each hand and twisting, pulling up hard, he leans forward so he can bring her breasts together by her tortured nipples around his cock, and spends a few blissful moments titty-fucking her, listening to her whine and groan breathlessly from the pain and lack of air. Growing bored of it quickly, he gives her nipples each one long stretch and then releases at the height of the tug, watching her breasts fall and bounce against each other. He starts to slide his way down her body, rubbing his cock against her, until he can reach the ankle cuffs.
When she realized her legs were about to receive the same treatment and she was going to be chained, spread-eagled, to her own bed, her legs shook with the supressed urge to start kicking her attacker. She wanted so much to hurt him back, but was deathly afraid she wouldn’t be able to knock him out, even with her powerful legs. And then… then he would probably kill her. The self-preservation instinct was just too strong… and just perhaps, that creeping dark thing in the back of her mind that kept her wet and aroused had something to do with it, too.
Josh felt her legs stiffen and start to resist… and then relax. He jerked them roughly apart, the chains on his cuffs barely long enough to hook around the other posts and they fit a little oddly, too… oh well, ya never know until you try stuff, and this would work… it left her stretched almost to her limit; her head had slipped off the pillows and now lay flat on the bed. He savored the sight of her briefly, not moving, letting her anticipation build, and the slips off the bed to gather the four large, fluffy pillows. Leaning over her, he shoves one and then another under the small of her back and top of her ass… then, he forced one more until she was splayed with her pelvis raised as far into the air as possible at the top of some painful-looking human pyramid.
Her cunt was spread open, showing the glistening, fresh coat of juices Rachel couldn’t stop from oozing out when she contemplated what he might be about to do to her… she barely noticed she was no longer crying, her breaths had grown shallow and rapid, and every other sense was on hypermode with the absolute blackness in front of her eyes. Her joints groaned with the strain of being stretched to the limit, but at the same time it felt sort of good… she simply panted there, waiting, wondering, her skin tingling. She can hear the soft pad-pad-pad of his bare feet traveling around to the other side of the bed, slowly, as if her was checking her out from all angles… with a red hot flush that spread rapidly down her chest, she became convinced that was exactly what he was doing. She couldn’t suppress a flash of pride when she contemplated how she must look right now… it must be hot.
If she could read Josh’s mind, she’d find out she was half right… his eyes were drinking in every inch of her as he made his way around the end of the bed, but there was another motive. The other toys were over there. Picking up the heavy buttplug, he plants one knee on the bed and presses it rounded point against Rachel’s lips. “Here piggy” he smirks “you’d better suck on this and get it as wet as you can… because this bad boy is about to go up your ass. How much that hurts is up to you… well, partly. You got a tight little asshole, slut; I bet you never really have been fucked in it before, have you? Won’t give it up, huh?” he pushes the rapidly-expanding cone of the toy further into her mouth. “Just nod, one way or the other… yeah, that’s what I thought. I bet a guy with a flashy car” gives the toy a vicious push “or a fat bank account” push “or who looks like Brad fuckin Pitt coulda got up in that sexy ass, but not the average guy, huh? Ever wonder why you never found that guy, slut? Because you’re nothin special… just another stuck up bitch who’s getting older and blows off all the guys around her who would be good to her” pushing harder yet, her lips grossly distended around the dark blue rubber “waiting for some perfect guy who isn’t real. Good fucking luck, whore…” he pushes one last time, twisting it back and forth, and then yanks it out, covered with her spit, strings hanging from it to her gasping mouth. “I knew you were a good little cocksucker.”
Rachel shakes and squirms uncomfortably, still blushing hotly but for different reason. Her mind was so fixated on the idea of that seemingly-huge chunk of rubber actually going up her ass that his scathing assessment of her personality hit her a little slowly… but when it did, it hurt. Her lower lip starts to quiver as she shrinks under his words, embarassed that he could take her hopes and spit them back at her, make her feel stupid… and maybe he was right… she doesn’t have much time to contemplate that because he wastes no time settling between her widespread legs and parting the big, soft cheeks of her ass. She clenches at first without thinking, then with a resigned shudder relaxes and chews on her lower lip, hoping that somehow if she just stays totally relaxed maybe it won’t hurt… the initial intrusion of the end didn’t hurt, actually, and it felt ok for the first inch or so… but he just kept pushing, harder and harder against her tight sphincter muscle… she breathed like she’d seen women in labor do, through her teeth, trying deperately to keep from fighting it as her body wanted to… the plug slips in another inch and she feels the first ripple of real pain, which mounts steadily now as he seemed to have gotten past her resistance. She feels uncomfortably like she needs to take a shit in the worst way… and then just as she’s sure there’s no way she can be stretched open any further without screaming the plug pops all the way in, her abused, burning muscle tighting around the base. She can feel it pressed between her cheeks on the outside, and the pressure inside her virgin rectum was so intense it made her whimper aloud… a sound to one who didn’t know what was going on, might sound very like pleasure.
Seeing his plug firmly nestled between her asscheeks, and hearing her little grunts and groans of pain as he shoved it in, made his cock throb with need. He turned his attention to her wide-open pussy, pulling her inner lips far apart and up, watching in amusement as she tried to push her pelvis up further. The thick, creamy evidence of her turn on was pooling in the pit leading inside her, unable to leak out with her severe upturn. Then, he used his thumbs to push her hood back and her swollen clit up and out, leaning down and to suck it hard, suddenly, her body spasming instantly with the rush of overly-intense sensation, whimpering ‘oh god, please… oh god, please…’ over and over, her whole body as tense as a violin string. It couldn’t have been more than a single minute before a strangled cry and tiny, restrained humping motions of her hips signify the culmination of her pleasure… and again he keeps sucking as she whimpers for mercy, reaching for the last toy he’d gotten out. Finding it’s rather soft, plastic end, he tugs the remote part closer and flicks the dial on the side, starting a low hum and vibrating the bed close to where it lay. He slowly thumbed the dial up to about halfway, and raised his head from her hot, slippery cunt. Her clit stood up at full attention now, dark red and seeming to pulse visibly… he immediately pressed the little bullet directly against it. The reaction was electric… much the same as when he’d taken her clit in his mouth but now he could see it… tendons standing out against her skin, head thrashing back and forth wildly, lips pressed together in a hard, thin line as she fought to keep from screaming in combined pleasure and pain. She looked like… an animal, caught in a trap, or maybe the movie image of someone being electrocuted… it was enthralling. Her cunt poured her sweetness in such abundance that it spilled over and ran down the crack of her ass and pooled on the edge of the plug; the muscles in her thighs and ass twitched and spasmed… still he could tell when she peaked again. She thrashed so violently he had momentary worries about his restraints, but they held. Maybe… just one more, he thought…
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