Blackheart McCoy (closed)

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John 'Blackheart' McCoy held his telescope towards starboard staring at the small personal yaucht that swayed back and forth to the mercy of the ocean. He looked at his men and said, "There she is men. Just as our contact said it would be."

1 week earlier, Steve Simons, the Captain of the yaucht itself had contacted John by satellite connection informing him of the trip and route they would be taking. Steve owed John for a smuggling deal that went bad and the loss of more than 2 million in cocaine. John had given him 1 month to come up with the money or he would die. Steve, took advantage of his day job and offered up the twin daughters of the Corporate executive Tim Armstrong.

And now, Steve had sufficiently sabotaged the ship and comm systems long enough for John to pull up alongside and take the girls. According to the deal, Steve would be even with John.

John looked to his crew and said, "Run us up alongside the ship. You boys know what to do...

Sara-

Sara was beginning to get very annoyed with Captain Simons. This was supposed to be a pleasure cruise - emphasis on the word PLEASURE, and so far it had been nothing but confrontation, followed to her dissapointment, by her having to settle for something less than what she wanted. That was a new, and unwelcome experience for Sara.

Her father had organised the trip to cheer up Tara, whose finance had been discovered in the arms of another woman, causing the "wedding of the year" to be canceled. Tara had spent the entire trip so far, below decks, either crying or feeling sea-sick.

Sara had been determined to work on her tan. Initially they had motored, for the first few hours of the trip, then the sails had been hoisted. However pretty it may look though, the head sail and spinnaker causing the yacht to speed through the water, it had completely ruined her sunbathing! Every time she got comfortable, Captain Simmons had shouted "Tack" and the boom had swung across the deck nearly swiping her over board. she had told Captain Simons categorically that they were to motor thereafter.

Then the head sail, and main sail had somehow gotten tangled and had to be cut loose and lost overboard. Today the engine was making loud rattling noises. She had called Captain Simons and told him that her father, Tim Armstrong was not paying for some second rate dinghy, this was supposed to be a pleasure yacht! "Turn off that racket right this minute!" she shouted. She never raised her voice. She never had to, people were always in awe of her father's money and position in society, and therefore bent over backwards to please her. Captain Simons had told her that the engine was giving trouble, and that he had tried to fix it, but may need to call for another vessel to assist them. Sara had told him to make sure that happened quickly and quietly, and while she was waiting, she would work on her tan, and maybe read her book.

Lounging in her primrose coloured skimpy bikini, she had a large sun hat, and large sunglasss and she sipped a cocktail (which she had been forced to make for herself!) and skimmed the pages of her latest "bodice ripper" romance, looking for the good bits.

Then she heard an engine, and glanced up to see a much bigger yacht approaching! "Oh! At Last she thought!" standing up and tieing a sarong around her hips, she waved at the tall strong handsome man at the rudder, as he drew alongside, tieing the two vessels together.

Blackheart watched the very attractive young woman in her tiny little bikini tying the boat off and gave himself a moment of reassurance. She was under the impression they were there to help them. The Captain had done his job well. Their ship only held 4 people, two of which were the cargo they would be collecting soon while the other two would be the Captain and one of the engineers.

On the other hand, he had a crew of 9, not including himself. Each of his men carried beretta's on their side as well as 3 of them carried AK-47's strapped to their backs. Fortunately, the young lady, Sara as he recalled the Captain saying, had not seen them, until the first 3 men leapt to the other side smaller boat brandishing their rifles! The first grabbed the woman who helped them, the others raced down into her hull and dragged out the remaining three personnel on the ship.

Once his assault party cleared the ship, he moved along the deck and crossed to the raided vessel. All four people were on their knees with their hands behind their heads. One of the daughter's, the one that helped them, was wearing a very sexy little bikini which he would quickly tear off of her soon enough. The other wore a pair of bicycle shorts and halter top. The woman looked like she had been crying for quite a while based on the puffiness of her eyes. It didn't matter the reason now. Neither of the women would ever return to their old life again.

He looked at the Captain and said, "So tell me. These are the two you are offering up are they? Very sexy little women. But, here is the problem I face. You see... I can't have any witnesses...." His hand moved faster than lightning as he pulled out his beretta and put two in the back of the head of the Captain and then the engineer! Both were dead before they hit the ground.

He looked to the ladies and said, "Now listen up and listen well. If the both of you know what is good for you, you will listen to every instruction I give you. You are both prisoners of Blackheart. As you can see, I have no hesitation about ending people's lives, so do what you are told, when you are told and you will live to see another day."

Sara-

This was Sara's worst nightmare! The boat she had helped tie off had not been filled with men eager to help her but with murderous felons!! With guns! Big guns and little guns, deadly guns, Sara saw as the ringleader aptly named Blackheart, murdered the captain and engineer! Without blinking an eye!

Sara thought she might lose control of her bladder, such was her fright, but she realized the pirates didn't intend to kill them, not at first anyway, and the way to survive was to take it moment by moment.

She didn't think Tara would cope well, she seemed only barely aware of what was happening. How many sleeping tablets had she taken? Sara wondered. At least she was subdued, how she would fare oncethe drugs wore off and she resumed her hysterics was anyones guess.

"Please don't hurt us", Sara said, our father is wealthy and he'll lay for our safe return, once we are unharmed

"Really? Did you hear that boys? Her daddy is rich." Blackheart said as he walked towards her. He ran his hands through her hair and felt her push her head away from him in resistance. He said, "What is your name, girl?"

He walked back around waiting for an answer that never came. He spun around and said, "I won't ask you again. Your name!" The truth was he knew exactly who these little honeys were as well as all the other relevant information he needed to know. The real reason he was asking was to see if she would comply to him or resist him.

Sara-

Sara ground her teeth. She was not used to being spoken to ..... Wait no, barked at like this! Men grovelled to her, they fell over each other to attend to any little need she may have! They wanted her, wanted to get in her pants and she amused herself seeing exactly how much they would take! Of course she had no respect for those doormats! But this ! Well she had no intention of tolerating this animal's behaviour. He needed to learn some manners, and fast.

Standing up she addressed the ringleader. " my name is Sara Armstrong, and this is my sister Tara. She is unwell. You may address me as Ms Armstrong, and I'll thank you to pay attention to your manners, I can assure you I am not used to being spoken to in such a manner"

Sara smiled as she finished her delivery, yes that should do nicely. Not too haughty, but some demarkation none the less. She turned expectantly to Blackheart.

Blackheart stared down at her and suddenly grew humble. As a sudden odd response from their leader, the other men glanced at each other and then grew silent, hiding their smirks and laughter as best they could. The Captain cupped his hands together and said, “I am terribly sorry for any inconvenience you are experiencing. Perhaps we can take you on board and make you more… comfortable?”

He could see her expression change to a smug, albeit hollow, confidence and then said, “Boys, escort the women to our ship. Proceed with my orders.”

One of the men passed his rifle off to another and then leaned down and scooped up Tara into his arms. He said, “Sir, what do you want to do with this one?”

“We have a special, executive suite down below, don’t we? Yes, that would do nicely.” Blackheart said keeping fake modestly in play. He watched Sara rise to her feet and the Captain offered his arm to her for which she hesitantly took. He said, “Let me escort you to the presidential suite. You will find your arrangements most… suitable.”

Two of his pirates returned to the yacht and headed down deck with a couple of brown potato sacks slung to each shoulder. The Captain watched the doped up Tara being taken down below, while Blackheart himself took Sara a deck above to a large brown and gold lined door. He turned to the pirates who followed the two of them and said, “Okay boys, let’s make her more comfortable.

Leaping on her in synch, the two men grabbed Sara’s struggling form and dragged her into the room where a pair of steel cuff-like shackles were then slapped onto her wrists. Blackheart lowered to chains from the ceiling. The first was used on her cuffs, which wrenched her arms overhead! While one of the men held Sara’s left foot down on the floor, the other grabbed her right leg and bent it at the knee, intertwining rope from her ankle to her thigh. A shackle from the second chain on the ceiling was the slapped onto her right ankle for which was also cranked up rather taunt.

Blackheart, content with the tie down job, glared at her body a few moments before setting his eyes on hers. There was only two positions that she could move from. With her left leg the only one touching the ground and only then by just the ball of her bare foot, she could rest in that position, but add more pressure to her shoulders and right leg. She could also kick up onto her toes for a short time, giving her relief for a moment, at the expense of strain on her legs.

He looked at his prize and said, “Let me make a few things clear to you. Your little bubble of a world you lived in is no more. The illusion of any kind of control you think you have… is dead. You are nothing now. You are below even the slave crew below deck! Your life ended on that boat and began on this one.” He walked to the table, picked up a ball gag and returned to her as she started to argue with him and said, “First rule. You don’t speak unless I tell you that you can speak.” He shoved the gag into her mouth and strapped it down hard.

He smiled and said, “Now… if you wish to survive, you had best learn to listen. You are nothing but a doormat to me now.” He reached down and slowly and gently untied the straps to her top and let it fall off. He smiled as he walked around her and said, “Perhaps a few hours as my statue will teach you a few manners.” He reached to her bikini bottom and started to pull it off, then paused. He did not want to take away all of her creature comforts too soon. It was so much fun to watch them struggle for the little things. He looked at her and said, “Any questions? No? Well, then, keep an eye out that port window and in a few minutes, will see a fireworks show upclose and personal…” He laughed, slapped her ass and then headed out of the cabin. He locked the door on his way out, to ensure no one else got any funny ideas…

Sara-

Sara was so pleased that Mr. Blackheart had seen sense, and nodded in encouragement as he apologised for inconveniencing her, she knew once he realised who she was, the appropriate amount of defference would be forthcoming. The men grabbing her roughly, and tieing her had come as an awful shock! He was mocking her! He hadn't been sorry in the least!

Of all Blackheart had said to her, the words "You are nothing now" were the ones which rang around in her head. To add insult to injury, the uncouth ruffian had stuck a ball of some sort and strapped it in place, forcing her mouth open, but blocking it, and it was making her drool in a most unbecoming manner. He had pulled off her bikini top, leaving her breasts exposed, but thankfully he hadn't removed the bikini bottom, but he had slapped her ass hard, and she was sure there was a bright red handprint visable there. Her only relief came from the fact that she heard him lock the door.

Several minutes later, she heard a loud rumbling, and looking out the porthole, she saw and heard the explosion that put paid to their yacht. Then .................. silence. Sara strained to listen, to see if she could ascertain what was happening. Already her limbs were aching, and her movement was very limited, if she moved one part, it made another more uncomfortable.

As time went by, she tried to evaluate the situation. The explosion of the yacht would most likely mean that she and her sister would not be searched for. Her father would be upset and demand answers, but everyone would think that through some engine fault, the vessel had exploded, killing everyone on board. Her chances for rescue were slim to say the least. She had seen at least seven or eight men aboard. She did not want to become the plaything for them all, and she feared there was a very real possibility of that. Blackheart the bastard, was clearly the ringleader, so maybe she could charm him, and he could keep her safe from the others, he had afterall locked the cabin door. She hoped that Blackheart intended to ransom her from her family, but if that was his intention, what was the point in destroying a pretty valuable pleasure cruiser. No the more she thought about it, the more she decided the pirates had pretty nefarious plans for her and her sister. She had read an article sometime back about pirates in the islands, selling white slaves to rich arabs! Oh God! she could never endure that!

Thinking back on her earlier fear, when the yacht had first been taken by pirates, she determined to do what she had to, in order to survive. She had to believe, no matter how unlikely, that Daddy would save her. In the meantime, she would survive day by day, hour by hour, and the ticket to that survival plan was keeping Blackheart happy.

Blackheart’s boots clicked hard as he came back from the excitement of watching that yacht slip into the ocean depths and along with it, any chance of the Sara and Tara being found. The vicious Captain had no intention of letting either girl go and the idea of having twins as his pet’s excited him to no end.

After he checked on Tara, he pulled out his key from his pocket, he unlocked the cabin door and stepped inside. He could see how much she was suffering and let his eyes walk down her naked flesh. He wanted to have her so bad it hurt but, the anticipation of the actual event seemed to keep him on a high like he had never experienced. It used to be when he captured girls, he would use them and throw them to the crew and when they were done, send them off the edge of the ship to die. He never really enjoyed the torture that came from slowly playing with his prey.

He walked towards her and put his hand on her mounds, teasing those nipples a bit. He said, “I hope you enjoyed the show. I know I did.” He gave each nip and hard pull and twist before letting her go. He knew she was struggling with the way she was set up and that was just fine with him. It was designed to cause intense discomfort but not permanent damage. He looked at her and could see how she stared at him, tears starting to fall down her face… He just smiled to himself. As long as she thought there was some kind of hope, she would be compliant to an extent. By the time she realized there was none, it would be too late.

Sara hurt all over. Every muscle in her body throbbed and hurt, and if she managed to wiggle one bit, it caused more discomfort to another. Hearing Blackheart approch, she felt a mix of hope and fear. She hated being alone, and was scared that the yacht might sink and she, tied as she was, would go to the bottom of the sea. Time seemed to pass excruciatingly slowly, and she prayed for company.

Paradoxically, she was afraid of when Blackheart would enter the cabin, what would he do to her. What would she have to do to him, in order to survive?

The cabin door swung open and Blackheart strode in and stopped before her. He pinched and twisted her exposed nipples creully, and Sara felt tears stream down her cheeks. She would have begged him to stop, begged for mercy and offered herself to him anyway he wanted, if only she could talk, but the ball gag, rammed uncomfortably into her mouth prevented her.

She was relived when he stroked her cheek, and reached behind her to unfasten the gag, shushing her gently. Dropping the gag to the floor, he wrapped his fist in her long hair, and forced her to look up.

The Captain looked her in the tear stained eyes and said, "Have I made myself clear? Do you understand who is in control here?"

He watched her nod and said, "Good. You will not make a sound unless I tell you to. Make no mistake, your life and the life of your sister depend on how obedient you are to me." He moved his hands along her breasts again, this time in a much more gentle state. He said, "You are a very beautiful woman but of course, you know that. A rich little bitch you are. I bet you used this body to tease me for years haven't you but I am curious... are you a virgin?"

The Captain slid his hand down her hip to her open pussy. He slid his hand along her inner thigh and slide two fingers inside her tunnel! He watched her resist as poorly as she could. He looked up at her in surprise and said, "So... you are a virgin? You have spent your entire life teasing men and never let a single man have that beautiful little body of yours? What ... a... shame..." He grabbed her hair hard and said, "I have two choices now. One, I can sell you for millions to some man in the middle east. Probably retire off of what I can make on you. Or... well, I can take you myself." He smiled as she looked terrified...

Sara shook with fea,r and with revulsion as Blackheart ran his hands over her exposed body, rudely pushing two of his large fingers up inside her. It hurt! It hurt a lot! Sara began to cry. His insistance that the fate of both her sister and herself hung in the balance, dependent of how she responded to this monster, crushed her! His confirmation that she was a virgin followed by reference to the high price he could get for her, if he sold her to Arabs terrified her, she knew her sister was not a virgin, she had a relationship with her fiancé, and would that mean they were seperated? As bad as this was, at least if they were there together they would each be a source of solace for the other.

Suddenly she thought of Blackheart as the lessor of two evils, and as horrid as it would surely be, she would comply with his demands, at least until rescue came, or an opportunity to escape presented itsself.

Blackheart knew she was struggling with her new situation. Her new life. He had seen this dozens of times before. Could she escape? What could she do to keep herself alive? Would she give in to her new Master? What would happen if she resisted?

He had seen lots of women just like her. Prissy, pompous, arrogant, born with a silver spoon up their ass! He imagined that her sister, had it not been for the situation she was going through at the moment, was pretty much the same way. He loved breaking down women who were like that. It had become one of his favorite hobbies...

He slid his fingers out of her, despite the sudden moisture he felt from her. He gave a small knowing smile as he looked in the eyes. She had found, deep in the core of her mind, some amount of pleasure in this. He said, "You look uncomfortable. Let me help you with that."

He took her leg off the hook and then untied her ankle from her thigh. He rubbed life back into it and could see her struggle to keep her composure as the pins and needles of blood circulation filled her leg. He put her leg on the ground and then grabbed her other leg before she knew what happened. He bent it to her leg at the knee and tied her ankle to her thigh, before fastening it to the harness, forcing her legs to remain spread wide.

He glanced out the port window and could see that darkness had already consumed the ship and said, "It is time to sleep now." He walked to the table, pulled out a blindfold and said, "I am not entirely sure you fully understand your prediciment so... a few more hours right here should do just nicely..."

He rubbed her clit a few times and felt it reacting to his touch, betraying something inside her. He said, "Deep down in the recesses of your mind, you have never let a man touch you, because you were looking for something. You were looking for a man who could conquer you. Some women who look for this, find themselves studying intensely at school, others become rebels and criminals, while others hide behind the luxury of money. You never found the one man who would conquer you, break your will, and force you into submissiveness." He continued to rub that clit so gently, feeling it arouse under his touch and said, "That day is here..." He smiled, then walked over to his bed, stripped down to his boxers and despite the scars from the battles he had been in in the past, his body was in pristine shape...

He pulled himself under the covers, stretched out nicely and said, "If you wake me up at anytime tonite, take a look at the wall directly in front of you." He pointed to the place where several tools of torment set, including belts, whips, pins, clips, and other equally demented items. He said, "You wake me up and I will use those things on you. Sleep well..." He reached to his lamp and flipped it off. Tucking his hand under his pillow, he put his hand on his pistol he kept ready just in case and slowly fell asleep...

Sara was so relieved when blackheat commented on her discomfort, and offered to help. She expected she was to be turned loose, and her heart soared at he prospect of this small freedom. But hope sank just as quickly, when he grabbed her other leg and secured that while the discomfort of recirculating blood incapacatated her.

As she listened to his words, that she was longing for a man to take charge, she a knowldged the the truth of this, at least to herself. Her daddy was a strong man, and she wanted a strong man, and none of the kiss ass guys she had dated measured up. But god! She did NOT want her captor to be the strong man she desired!

As he turned over to sleep, his words of not disturbing him rang through her mind and she knew she could not wait till morning. The coffee and several cocktails she had consumed would require her to wake him, even if she managed to endure the excruitiating pain in her limbs.

It was right at 3 hours after he went to sleep, when he woke up again. He could hear her whimpering and crying silently to herself. In her shoes, he would be as upset too. He slid out of the bed and walked over to her and said, "What your problem? I thought I told you not to wake me up!"

He glanced down her body and said, "Oh... I see..." She was bouncing back and forth as best she could to keep from peeing all over the place. He said, "I certainly don't want you peeing all over my floors." He walked out of the cabin a moment... then came back with a metal hospital bedpan. He pushed it to the floor between her legs and then said, "Now... one more thing to do." He lowered the chains on her arms and pushed her down onto her knees, straddling the bedpan. He untied the straps of her bikini bottom and tossed it on the floor nearby.

She still had one leg tied tightly, so he took out a second rope and tied her other leg back to her thigh. This would keep her from doing anything stupid. Once she was sufficiently straddling the cold metal bedpan, he looked at her and said, "Well... go on... What... you don't think you are going to get the luxury of me looking away are you? Privacy is something you earn and haven't! Now pee..."

Poor Sara was in absolute agony! Her entire body hurt, her legs and arms cramped, but worst of all was the excrutiating pain in her stomach from her over full bladder. She squeezed her pelvic muscles tight, but knew she could not wait til morning. However she did not want to wake Blackheart. The sloshing of the sea against the side of the boat made matters infinitely worse.

Finally Blackheart heard her moaning, but his "solution" was just as unthinkable as peeing on the floor. As badly as she needed to go, her body locked tight and refused ho release with him watching her, expecting her to use this pan, as a child would a potty. She could not endure such degradation!

Looking Blackheart in the eye she begged him, please give me privacy! Allow me some dignity, I beg you

He smiled and said, "It would appear you want to say something?" He reached to her mouth and put his hand on her ball gag and then said, "You will use manners or you will wear this for another 12 hours. And... don't bother asking me to go away or even look away. Though this is not something I particularly enjoy either, you must learn you are at my complete and utter mercy and that means, you either pee or your bladder explodes. Your choice. Now... what was it you wanted to say?"

He grabbed her hair to hold her head tight, popped out the gag and let it hang at her neck and then said, "Go ahead. What do you want to say?"

Please please please, sir I beg you! Please show mercy! Allow me some shred of dignity! At the very least please turn your back!! Please? I ...... I'll be eternally grateful to you! Would you rather a ...... A willing ........ Slave , rather than to have to force me? Allow me this, and .......I'll give myself to you willingly.

Blackheart leaned in and smiled. He said, "There... you see... It is amazing how much you are willing to give up... just for a little privacy." He stood up and stared down at her a moment, then started to turn around.

He paused a moment halfway turned and then looked very thoughtful and said, "You know what... I got another idea..." He swung his hand at her, slapping her across the face hard!!!

She yelled out in pain and shock!!! A split second later... the sound of the bed pan began to filled... He looked down at her and laughed, saying, "See how easy that was?"

Sara was so relieved when Blackheart began to turn his back! Thank God! Some shred of dignity was to be left to her!! When Blackheart turned back to her, slapping her so hard, the shock of this indignity, this injustice, caused her to momentarily and involuntarily, relax her pelvic muscles and instantly her bladder began to relieve itself. Reeling with the shock of the slap, and the indignity of of having to pee in front of him, Sara began to sob in earnest.

Had her arms been free, she would have brought her hands to her face, both to sooth eher throbbing, burning cheek, and to hide her shame. The man was a monster, pure and simple!! The possibility of him actually killing her or her sister, became even more plausible to her, and she thought that begging him for mercy, would entertain him, and stroke his ego, but would ultimately be futile.

The Captain watched her finish her business, then took the pan and dumped it out the port window to the sea. He then pushed it back between her legs and said, "You owe me for that now." He revealed in his hand a ring gag. He watched her futiley attempt to clamp her own mouth shut but when he began to twist her left nipple and then pull hard on her right one, she let out a scream which was enough for him to shove the gag into her mouth.

He gave her a few minutes to attempt to reject the item, first with her jaw positioning and then with her tongue and a combo of both. The thick leath band around her head made if impossible to pull the ring fully out or even twist it in her mouth.

He said, "You woke me up, which I told you not to do. Then I had to get a bed pan for you, make you pee and then dump it. I think that deserves a good hard blow job to say the least." He reached to his pants and began to remove his dick from it. He grew hard as she began to struggle once more only to make things more painful for her. His cock was nearly 10 inches long and as thick as a sausage. He said, "Come here, little slave..." He grabbed her hair, pulled her head to face his cock and then... shoved it in...

Sara sobbed, feeling humilliated, but to her horror, the humilliation made her wet. Trying desperately to subdue her reaction, she was caught by surprise when he forced another implement into her mouth. This time it forcibly kept her mouth open. Sara detested it.

Afraid she guessed where this was going, her fears were confirmed when he ordered a blow job.

Thrusting his massive cock into her mouth, blackheart lived up to his name and chuckled to himself as Sara gagged on the intruding meat. Sara was paradoxically relieved that she wore the gag, because she was sure, if she had the opportunity, she would bite him hard, and it would cost her not only her life, but that of her sister too.

Blackheart took her hair hard in his hands and thrust his tool into her to the back of the throat! He felt her gag and nearly lose it... He pulled back and to the head and said, "If you know what is best for you, get whatever bad thoughts are in your pretty little head out of there and use your tongue to take care of me. If you do well enough... I might actually untie you..."

"if you do it well enough, I might actually untie you" Blackheart's words echoed in her mind - untie, untie, untie. As the possibility of actually being untied played through her, Sara found she became acutely aware of the absolute agony in her limbs. Any possibility of escaping this dreadful bondage had to be focussed upon.

Sara had given a few blowjob before. She had been determined to hang onto her virginity until age met the right man, so she had given most of her boyfriends oral relief.

However, ties as she was, she couldn't use her hands to play with his shaft or his balls and ass, nor could she use her teeth or even her lips, which left her with only her tongue. Frantically she fluttered her tongue against the underside of his cock, ran her tongue around the head and sucked him deep into her mouth, trying to angle her head to facillitate deeper penetration. His large cock plugged her mouth completely, so Sara hummed, knowing the vibration would feel good for him. Looking up, and holding his eye Sara could see his surprise that she was as familiar as she was with this sex act. He ha obviously thought that her virginity equalled innocence.

"Oh damn..." Captain Blackheart said as he felt her almost expertly bring him to the edge of climax! He watched her closely, her eyes locked on his and he said, "You are very good!! Sheez!!!"

His cock exploded his white seed into her raw throat!!! He clamped down on her hair, shoving his dick deep into her throat forcing her to drink his cum, salty and hot as it was!!! He felt his entire body lock into a single spasm and became acutely aware of just how much seed he really had to give. He was not one of those men who squirted just a few drops here and there. He was a gusher and she was now experiencing it for herself!

When he was done, he pulled back from her and she looked up at him expectantly. He said, "I am thoroughly impressed. That had to be one of the better ones I have had in a long time. And... as promised..." He leaned down and untied her right leg from it's hard angle, then her left leg. He told her to stay in the kneeling position till blood finished circulating.

He then took her arms and unfastened them from the harness as well, but immediately cranked them behind her and retied them up. He could feel her whimpering and pleading, but he simply responded, "You can't possibly think i am giving you complete freedom." He helped her to her feet and forced her to walk, just once around the cabin and then he pushed her onto his bed.

He said, "If you promise to be good tonite, I might allow you to sleep with me more in the future. If you do anything stupid... anything at all, you will spend the rest of your natural life strung up like you have been for the last 19 hours. He fastened her collar to a chain on the bedpost, then locked her leg cuffs together. He pulled into the bed with her, naked just as she was. It was obvious that he was still hard as the tent under the blankets seemed pitched hard. He looked at her and said, "hmmm... perhaps one more round before we go to sleep..."