Teen Gets Locked Up With Vibrator Stuck To Her Clit | INTENSE ORGASM!

The lustful moans of a young, voluptuous woman echoed through the dimly lit dungeon. Her name was Britney, a 20-year-old college student with insatiable curiosity and an addiction to sexual adventure. She had always been drawn to the thrill of bondage, and today, she found herself in the clutches of her boyfriend, Marcus, who was determined to satisfy her twisted desires.

Britney’s wrists were bound tightly above her head with thick, black ropes that bit into her delicate skin. Her curvy body was stretched out across a wooden table, her legs splayed wide and secured to the legs of the table with more rope. A ball gag was shoved into her mouth, forcing her to muffle any cries or pleas.

Marcus approached her, a wicked grin on his face as he held up a sleek, silver vibrator with a powerful-looking attachment. Britney’s eyes widened as she realized what he had in store for her. She writhed against her bonds, trying to warn him not to go through with it, but her protests were futile.

With practiced ease, Marcus worked the vibrator’s attachment into place, pressing the thick, rubber tip against Britney’s throbbing clit. The sensation was intense, and she couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan of pleasure. He turned the vibrator on low, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her trembling body.

As he stepped back, Britney’s mind raced with panic. She didn’t know what he had planned, but she knew it wouldn’t be gentle. She could feel the vibrations increase in intensity, and she tried to clench her thighs together to ease the sensations, but the rope held her firmly in place.

Marcus gave her a heated look, his eyes roaming over her naked form as if he were committing every inch of her to memory. “Don’t worry, baby,” he purred, “I’ve got a surprise for you.” He reached up and grabbed a roll of clear plastic wrap, tearing off a large sheet and carrying it over to her.

Britney watched in shock as he began wrapping her body tightly in the plastic, starting at her feet and working his way up. She struggled against her bonds, but the ropes held fast. She could feel her skin warming under the plastic, and the tightness only seemed to heighten her arousal.

Within minutes, Britney was completely encased in the plastic, from her toes to her neck. She could barely move, and she felt an intense pressure building inside her. Marcus smiled wickedly, satisfied with his work.

He reached down and pulled a small remote control from his pocket, pressing a button and causing the vibrator to kick into high gear. Britney let out a muffled scream as the vibrations intensified, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her bound body. She thrash and writhe helplessly, trapped by the plastic and the ropes.

Marcus watched her squirm with a sadistic grin, clearly enjoying the sight of her torture. He pressed the button again, and the vibrator slowed down to a low, steady buzz. Britney gasped for breath, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensations.

Suddenly, Marcus reached out and pinched her nipples roughly, twisting and tugging on the sensitive buds. Britney arched her back, her body on fire with pleasure and pain. He continued to batter her breasts, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

The vibrator started to vibrate faster and faster, and Britney could feel her orgasm building inside her. She tried to clench her thighs together, searching for some relief, but the ropes held her firmly in place. She was trapped, completely at Marcus’s mercy.

As her orgasm approached, Marcus leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Come for me, baby. I want to make you scream.”

Britney couldn’t hold back any longer. Her body convulsed with the force of her orgasm, and a high-pitched moan escaped her lips, trapped in her throat by the ball gag. She shook and thrashed against her bonds, the plastic wrap constricting her movements and heightening her pleasure.

Her climax seemed to last forever, wave after wave of intense sensation crashing over her body. She collapsed onto the table, trembling and gasping for air as the vibrator continued its relentless buzzing.

Marcus reached down and untied her legs, allowing them to fall open. He stared down at her, his expression a mix of lust and pride. “Not so tough now, are you?” he taunted, reaching out and flicking her hypersensitive clit.

Britney whimpered in protest, her body still reeling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She stared up at him, tears streaming down her face, and shook her head weakly.

Marcus grinned, satisfied with her submission. He reached down and untied her wrists, helping her sit up and carefully removing the ball gag. “You took it well, baby,” he purred, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m proud of you.”

Britney struggled to catch her breath, her mind foggy with the lingering effects of her intense orgasm. She felt exhausted, used, and yet incredibly aroused. As Marcus helped her down from the table, she found herself wondering how far he would take it next time.