Chained slut roughly fucked until cum

The Chains that Bind Her

The metal links of the chain clinked as I secured her wrists above her head, attaching them to the hook dangling from the ceiling. She stood there, nude and vulnerable, her breathing quickening with anticipation or perhaps trepidation. I couldn’t tell which. But it mattered not. What was important was that she was here, with me, ready to fulfill my darkest desires. Her long brunette hair cascaded down her back, framing her slender shoulders and back. Perky breasts jutted out proudly, nipples already stiffening in the cool air.

“Comfortable?” I asked, smirking. She remained silent, biting her lower lip. I ran a finger along her spine, savoring the way she shivered at my light touch. “I’m going to take that as a yes. Let’s begin, shall we?”

Picking up the dental gag, I moved behind her. She craned her neck to watch me, eyes wide. Silently begging. I fit the gag into her mouth, securing it tightly. The rubber bit forced her jaw open, tongue protruding slightly. She mumbled something around the gag, drool already beginning to pool. I ignored her, reaching for the riding crop.

Wielding the leather tip, I tapped it teasingly against her inner thigh. She flinched but the chains held her fast. I circled her slowly, admiring my beautiful captive. “So beautiful. So compliant.” I reached out to tug on a nipple, watching it elongate even further. Another tap, this time a bit harder, on her bottom. She tried to stifle a moan but the gag ensured her cries escaped.

The first real lash was on her breasts. She yelped, jerking against the chains. A pretty pink line bloomed across her chest. I hit her breasts again, then her thighs, her ass, all the while watching her writhe and moan, unable to get away. Her skin was a canvas for my dark art. I could do anything I wanted and she would take it. She had to.

After several minutes of methodical abuse, I put the crop aside. Her skin was marred with raised welts, a pretty lattice across her body. I ran a soothing hand over the assaulted flesh, then squeezed her ass. She whimpered. I smiled. Time to move things along.

Reaching down, I grabbed the chain connecting her ankle cuffs and tugged, forcing her feet wider. She was spread and exposed, a feast for my eyes. I could see her arousal, glistening on her thighs. She was loving this, the bitch. As much as she would never admit it. I’d make sure of that.

Unzipping my pants, I sprang free. My cock was an iron bar, engorged and throbbing with need. Her eyes went wide at the sight of it. I could only imagine she found it intimidating. Good. It was nothing compared to what I would do to her.

I had to remind myself to take things slow. It would be all to easy to plunge into her depths and lose myself but I wanted more. I wanted to draw this out, savor her pleasure and pain. Yielding to my desires, I began to stroke her exposed body, rubbing against her clit, dipping into her wet folds.

She moaned wildly, squirming to get closer, to climb onto my cock. I laughed cruelly. “Oh no my dear. Not yet. You’ll get your reward when I deem you deserve it.” I pulled away, leaving her empty and panting. Her frustrated moan was like music to my ears.

Gripping her hips, I mounted her from behind. My cock slid between her ass cheeks, riding the crack. Her hole was tight, just begging to be filled. I considered it but no, this was still too good to waste. Not when that sweet pussy was right there, aching for me.

Spreading her open, I slapped her clit, one, two, three times. She shrieked but I could tell she loved it. I pushed a finger into her slit, then two, fucking her roughly. She was so wet, so ready. Repositioning myself, I notched my cock at her entrance.

“Beg me for it,” I growled. “Beg me to fuck you like the slut you are.”