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Part 13: Strapped Down

She looked down to see what he was doing before he pushed something roughly through her entrance.

Marilynn screamed at the top of her lungs but it only came out as a strained whisper. She coughed and could feel a warm - and metallic - fluid leak out of the corner of her mouth. Her throat was bleeding from the effort.

He plunged another round object in her and she screamed again, dragging blood out of her throat and yet still barely making a sound. Then another, until it felt like her vagina was bursting with them although there were only three inside of her.

"Vibrators," Everly told her, holding up three identical remotes in his hand. He pressed the buttons on them and the things began vibrating in her pussy. "Ah-" she muttered, but the word didn't make it out of her torn throat. He switched them off again.

"Get up," he said, releasing her wrists from the cuffs, and she tried. Marilynn tried to get up, but when she moved, the vibrators moved inside of her. She tried to explain this to Everly, but he ignored her, taking out multiple coils of rope from his bag. Why did he have those in there? It didn't matter, though, because Everly grabbed her wrist and dragged her to her feet, immediately beginning to tie her hands behind her back.
He wound a different rope around her waist and between her legs. She tried to step backwards but he paid no heed and knotted it off. He then held her upper arm and dragged her down the hall, saying nothing more than, "It's a crotch rope."

He led her downstairs, grabbing a wooden chair along the way and placing it in the middle of the cellar. Her underclothes were still strewn on the floor from the night before. "Sit," he told her, and she did, fearing his wrath if she disobeyed. He ran upstairs and returned moments later with more rope and a ball gag, the latter of which he placed on the ground. Everly tightly bound her ankles and knees, winding both ropes around the wooden frame to secure them, then bound her thighs and torso as well.

He stood back to inspect his work before tying the gag around her head. He pressed a button to turn the vibrators on and then left her as she squirmed helplessly against the bonds that held her. The front door slammed, and soon enough, she felt herself cumming against her will. Both chair and rope grew uncomfortably damp against her skin.

Marilynn struggled against the rope chafing her wrists and arms and legs and - well, everything. While she was doing this she accidentally jerked the crotch rope deeper into the folds of her pussy, forcing the vibrators further into her. She couldn't help it, but she moaned into the gag, which caused a little more blood to ebb out of the side of her mouth.

She could feel herself reaching a climax as the vibrators did their job, relentlessly forcing fluid out of her. An explosion of cum covered the chair beneath her as she released an orgasm. Still they subtly moved inside of her. She moaned and arched her back, trying to get the cursed things out of her.

It was painful but felt good but still managed to hurt.

Her thighs felt slippery but were tied to the chair. She couldn't move to struggle against the humidity now accumulating in her nether regions, and her muffled grunts and whimpers went unheard in that cramped, cold cellar. After many more climaxes, the vibrators turned off (of battery depletion, she hoped, then they wouldn't turn on again) and she found herself alone once more.

Marilynn tried to escape.

Her wet backside and crotch as well as the still vibrators inside her made the process uncomfortable as she began to shift in her bonds. It escalated to thrashing, but when nothing gave way, she realized she was all too firmly strapped to the chair. Her hopes sank and muscles slackened. A frantic wave of claustrophobia hit her and she screamed a muffled cry for help, exerting all her remaining energy into straining against the ropes. Her breathing grew difficult, and when she thought things couldn't get worse, the vibrators turned on again.