short sturdy chains hanging from the ceiling. Robert had cleverly designed the pulley mechanism so that Brenda could secure Jane in the straps while she was lying on the floor, and then slowly ratchet the chains up until Jane was suspended, just by turning a large wheel on the wall.
Brenda had wisely tied the girl first, so that she wouldn't flail and make it too difficult to get her into proper position. The frightened little bird had offered barely a protest as Brenda had knelt, lovingly tying the knots that bound Jane's arms completely to her sides. She wrapped the red strips around and around, starting at her feet and not stopping until even Jane's face was covered in red, only nostrils and lips showing.
Now she hung like a painted mummy, her sexual parts exposed and waiting for whatever fiendish tortures they had devised. As Brenda turned the wheel, spreading poor Jane's legs even further apart, she asked, "Comfortable?"
Jane could hear her, though from her position, sound was obscured by the rumble of blood rushing in her head; it actually reminded her of the seashore when she was a child. She would find shells and hold them to her ear, and then take as many home as she could fit in her sandy lap, squished between her brothers in the sticky backseat. She
tried to let her mind go there now – to the seashore, where the waves lapped peacefully against the sand.
A long low whistle interrupted her brief reverie. Robert had entered. "Wow, Bren, she looks like those Japanese chicks who get off on the rope thing! I love how you left her cunt and tits like that. Yum, they look like candies that have just been unwrapped! And I've got a sweet tooth!"
Brenda smiled, also quite pleased with the effect. She sat back now, hiking her denim skirt so she could get a hand on her own bare pussy. "Come here, baby. I need you." Brenda's voice was husky with arousal. Bondage always got her especially wet, and the frog looked so hot with her cunt and ass exposed and her whole body tethered in the beautiful red rope. Brenda wasn't looking at Robert as she spoke to him; her eyes were fixed on the slave girl. Robert approached her and she pressed him down till he was kneeling in front of her. She hiked her skirt so her bare cunt was exposed and commanded, "Lick me."
Robert's eyes were bright with lust. "Oh, yeah," he said, "oh, yeah, baby." Eagerly leaning forward, he spread Brenda's solid thighs with each large hand, bringing his mouth to her pussy. She was aromatic with desire and he inhaled with pleasure as he tongued her.
Jane was swinging slightly, her body slowly twisting in its rope and chains. Brenda grabbed Robert's head and gyrated her hips into him, breathing hard. She came fast, her eyes glued to the young woman in the blood red bondage. Without ceremony she pushed Robert back from her body. He sat back, grinning, his face wet with his own saliva and her juices. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he said, "Done already? You must have been aching for that one."
Brenda smiled sheepishly down at him. She had been so horny it hurt! That one little orgasm had only taken the edge off. But now it was Robert's turn to do as he liked with the slave, and Brenda knew it would be good.
First he took a large vibrator and lubed it up. Jane's legs were spread so that her pussy was easily accessible. He pressed the hard plastic phallus against her lips, easing in the tip, pressing it until he
drew a grunt from the girl, who tried, unsuccessfully, to close her legs. He slid it in as far as he could and then flipped the switch at the base, letting it buzz into life.
Brenda licked her lips, wondering if she should go get her own personal vibrator to use while she watched the fun. But she didn't want to miss anything. Slipping out of her clothes, she licked her fingers and settled back. As always, using the ropes had gotten her beyond hot.
Robert looked over at Brenda and said, "The butterfly?"
"Sure, why not? She's been a good
Brenda had wisely tied the girl first, so that she wouldn't flail and make it too difficult to get her into proper position. The frightened little bird had offered barely a protest as Brenda had knelt, lovingly tying the knots that bound Jane's arms completely to her sides. She wrapped the red strips around and around, starting at her feet and not stopping until even Jane's face was covered in red, only nostrils and lips showing.
Now she hung like a painted mummy, her sexual parts exposed and waiting for whatever fiendish tortures they had devised. As Brenda turned the wheel, spreading poor Jane's legs even further apart, she asked, "Comfortable?"
Jane could hear her, though from her position, sound was obscured by the rumble of blood rushing in her head; it actually reminded her of the seashore when she was a child. She would find shells and hold them to her ear, and then take as many home as she could fit in her sandy lap, squished between her brothers in the sticky backseat. She
tried to let her mind go there now – to the seashore, where the waves lapped peacefully against the sand.
A long low whistle interrupted her brief reverie. Robert had entered. "Wow, Bren, she looks like those Japanese chicks who get off on the rope thing! I love how you left her cunt and tits like that. Yum, they look like candies that have just been unwrapped! And I've got a sweet tooth!"
Brenda smiled, also quite pleased with the effect. She sat back now, hiking her denim skirt so she could get a hand on her own bare pussy. "Come here, baby. I need you." Brenda's voice was husky with arousal. Bondage always got her especially wet, and the frog looked so hot with her cunt and ass exposed and her whole body tethered in the beautiful red rope. Brenda wasn't looking at Robert as she spoke to him; her eyes were fixed on the slave girl. Robert approached her and she pressed him down till he was kneeling in front of her. She hiked her skirt so her bare cunt was exposed and commanded, "Lick me."
Robert's eyes were bright with lust. "Oh, yeah," he said, "oh, yeah, baby." Eagerly leaning forward, he spread Brenda's solid thighs with each large hand, bringing his mouth to her pussy. She was aromatic with desire and he inhaled with pleasure as he tongued her.
Jane was swinging slightly, her body slowly twisting in its rope and chains. Brenda grabbed Robert's head and gyrated her hips into him, breathing hard. She came fast, her eyes glued to the young woman in the blood red bondage. Without ceremony she pushed Robert back from her body. He sat back, grinning, his face wet with his own saliva and her juices. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he said, "Done already? You must have been aching for that one."
Brenda smiled sheepishly down at him. She had been so horny it hurt! That one little orgasm had only taken the edge off. But now it was Robert's turn to do as he liked with the slave, and Brenda knew it would be good.
First he took a large vibrator and lubed it up. Jane's legs were spread so that her pussy was easily accessible. He pressed the hard plastic phallus against her lips, easing in the tip, pressing it until he
drew a grunt from the girl, who tried, unsuccessfully, to close her legs. He slid it in as far as he could and then flipped the switch at the base, letting it buzz into life.
Brenda licked her lips, wondering if she should go get her own personal vibrator to use while she watched the fun. But she didn't want to miss anything. Slipping out of her clothes, she licked her fingers and settled back. As always, using the ropes had gotten her beyond hot.
Robert looked over at Brenda and said, "The butterfly?"
"Sure, why not? She's been a good
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