I groaned deeply into my gag. There on the computer monitor before me was a woman's face, her features twisted and distorted
behind a veil of ebony nylon. A brightly coloured red and yellow patterned scarf was drawn
tightly between her teeth forcing the stocking covering her face into
her mouth. Wound just as tightly around the upper half of her face
several layers of black tape concealed her identity fully.
As the close up of her face
diminished and the camera pulled back, the rest of her situation
became readily apparent. Her skirt was gone, her red satin blouse was
open and pulled back off her shoulders. Her breasts, full, mature, milky in complexion hung pendulously beneath her after having earlier been liberated when her bra was unceremoniously ripped apart. Her arms were bound tightly
behind her with ropes at both the wrists and elbows. The elbow
bindings were secured to a rope dangling from above her, drawing them upwards into a chicken wing. Her wrist
fetters were connected to another rope running between her legs. Her
black pantyhose clad legs were spread wide, her feet arched as she scrambled shoeless for constant purchase on the unyielding concrete floor beneath her, each ankle adorned with
yet more rope and secured to rings in the floor. Standing slightly to one side and behind her was a masked,
bare chested man wielding a flogger.
“Ready to start your new life bitch?”
His voice seemed to boom through the speakers as he spoke. Her gag stifled
reply rang out shrilly as she furiously shook her head in defiant
response. An evil peal of laughter ripped from the speakers barely a
second before the sound of leather hotly kissing the woman's
pantyhosed buttocks filled the air, followed by a high pitched gagged
howl of pain. As she writhed frantically in her bonds to escape the
next unseen blow from the flogger her sadistic masked tormentor
possessed, I jerked violently at the restraints around my own ankles
and wrists.
As I continued to watch the show
on the monitor before me, every time the flogger landed on her bound,
gagged and blindfolded form I screamed in unison with her, as
if I was feeling the searing kisses from the unrelenting leather
myself. Futilely I strained against my restraints, knowing that until
my timer release was ready I was a prisoner of my own doing,
sentenced to watch her endure her fate. Despite feeling the woman's
pain and straining for my freedom just like her, my body was
betraying me and responding to the vibrating fake cock trapped within
my ever moistening slit.
Frantically I began trying to
grind my thighs together as I watched the masked man on the screen
step up behind the woman and cut her crotch rope away then pull down
her pantyhose. Her ass was ablaze with vivid red stripes from the
flogger that I knew from experience must be painful to the touch. As he put his hand
between her legs I groaned wantonly and pined for his hand between my
own legs at that very moment, then I screamed into my gag as I
watched him unzip his pants and prepare to mount her from behind.
A scream ripped from the woman's
mouth as the man speared his cock into her defenceless cunt, followed
a moment later by a scream of my own. Mine was a scream of anguish as
I watched the man on the screen take the bound, gagged and helpless
woman while hers was a scream of orgasmic, lust filled ecstasy. As
the woman pushed backwards towards her masked rapist my own hips
bucked forward just as shamelessly. I fantasised about him taking me
in just the same way, until finally in unison the two of us shrieked
our respective kinky pleasure into our gags.
I jerked in my restraints
furiously. The metal of the chains holding me in the chair clinked
repeatedly, as if keeping time for an orchestral interlude, while I
bucked and writhed as wanton fantasies filled my head. I was on
the brink of a second orgasm when the man in the video pulled the
tape away from the woman's stocking hooded face, then began
masturbating in front of her. Her head bobbed up and down eagerly,
egging him on until he ejaculated onto the stocking, the cum shot framed perfectly by the camera. That was enough to send me over the edge and bring a second
orgasm crashing over my sweaty bound and gagged leotard and tights
covered body. I slumped back in the chair and
moaned delightedly into my gag while my bosom heaved up and down
quickly. I panted into the ball wedged between my teeth as my body
quivered and trembled in my bonds.
As I shook with orgasmic delight I
leaned forward to stare at the still playing video on the screen.
Despite the ebony gossamer mask distorting her features, I recognised
the woman's face instantly. I'd been looking at it my whole life in the
mirror.