"well I guess theres nothing I can do, unless youre willing for youre usual treatment." He stood over me, the rope starting to cut into my skin. I couldn't see him, but I could feel his breath, hot and smelly breath, breathing down the back of my throat, as he started the process. "You know what happens now, Tris," he smirked as he started to slip off my tattered shirt, revealing my 4-year-old bra. I didn't have the money for a new one My s,hirt was off, and he started to unhook my bra. it quickly feel from my body. and as I tried to free my arms, he kneeled down, cupping my boobs in his hands. He squeezed, laughing the whole time. He then started to unbutton my shorts, and slip them off much too easily.
"Stop!!" i scream, this time with reluctance in my voice.
"You came knowing the consequences," he said, finally getting my pants off. I kicked and flailed, but my legs were too closely bound. my took off my underwear and started to feel me down there. fingering me. He cupped my ass and started to lunge at me. His breathing was heavy. he leaned over and started licking and sucking my nipples, and I cried out, even though I knew no one would hear me. he then took off his own pants, revealing the long dick that I see every night. He held it up, and forced my mouth over onto it. he pulled my head back up, sticking his tongue in my mouth and down my throat seemingly. He was hard, and started to lick my boobs. I can't believe he could live with himself. "Get up," he smirked. This was only the beginning. I got up. "Dance!" he squealed with delight. I got up, and started to sway. he made me then finger myself. gladly he finished up closely after 5 minutes, but this was new. what next?
First he made me dress again. he usually did this. Then he slowly undressed me all over again. his hands bringing my shirt over my shoulders. next, he slowly unhooked my bra, then hooked it again. He then made me do it, slowly and seductivley. I did. i then leaned in as he asked, against him. He unhooked my bottoms and grabbed me ankles, pulling them around him. he then got tired of this and hooked the ropes holding me back to the pole.
He unhooked the rope from the clasp on the pole, and made the rope loop around him. both my feet and arms. he then made his way over to his bed, dragging me along slowly. "Don't make me regret keeping you," he said. I suddenly knew what he wanted as he slowly undressed completely then tied me against him. he started to move, up and down and up and down. I groaned, and screamed. he was inside me. He then stopped, looked at the time, and sat up.
"It's the weekend. I'll let you save your best for tomorrow night, eh?' he unclasped the ropes from around him and tied my arms and legs each to a seperate post on the bed. "ill save my energy as well." he then left, as I cried on the bed. I was there alone, as he changed into his night clothes, and then slowly made his way over me. he whispered into my ear something that i did not want to hear. "too bad i'm not tired yet." he made me get up and he undressed me yet again, this time leaving my clothes off. he made me sway fo longer and the ropes were making me bleed. i was chained naked to the post and he told me to stop and he came over and unchained me. he then took me over to a place i had never seen before. there were 4 posts against the wall sticking out, and he latched the hooks on the ropes and i was against the wall, breathing hard. he came over and moved against me. he unhooked the leg chains and pulled them around him as he moved. it hurt, and i was sore, but i was used to the pain by now. he felt me all over, and then unhooked me and told me to dress again. i did. he then undressed me yet again,]. slowly taking off my shirt, and then unhooking the backside of my bra. he then hooked it again, and started to slide my shorts down my body. i was in my bra and panties, and he then hooked me to the bed again. "you'll sleep here tonight Tris." i squirmed around and he moved against me eagerly. i could hear whimpers from within the wall. it was where i usually slept. my sister was in there with a few other teens, like me. i was only 17 after all.
he then pulled off my bra and cupped my boobs in his hands squeezing as i shouted softer and softer. i had lost my voice as he showed me something he had bought that day. a new set with a bra and panties, matching. then there was a knock on the door, and he quickly unhooked me and shoved me into the storage closet with all the other girls, and told us not to make a sound. he shut and locked the door after chaining me to the wall, and then answered the door. it was an old friend, and by the sound of it, he had brought a girl with him. i wanted to scream, but i knew better. he then came and opened the small door and drug me out after unchaining me, then attached me to the bed. "Tris, meet Ally. youll be working together tonight."
i didnt know what that meant but i didnt like it. he and he friend both cracked open a beer, then unclothed the girl. you could tell it was her first time, by the way she screamed. she was only 14 i could tell. she was a B cup, which made sense, because i hadnt even seen a A before in here. he then got a new set of cchain hooks and started to tie them around her. she was only shirtless, but she looked like it was over. Oh boy was she in for it. he then chained her to the couch and unhooked her bra, and you could tell it was new. she had a phone on her, which Tom took and threw into the box under his bed.
no cell phones allowed, unless youre thinking about inviting your friends over. that was toms rule. they pullled her jeans off and started slowly moving her panties down her body. she was screaming so loud it got annyoing. he then attached another set of hooks to the couch. he came over and dragged me on top of the girl. i wanted to say something, but i had no voice. he backed up and told us to move. we didnt. this was too much. "fine have it youre way." he then decided we were going to play a game. roleplay. we were two kidnapped girls. sound familiar? he tied us to a chair after clothing us and gagged and blinded us.
