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I moved my hand from the side of her head and gripped her nose, causing her head to jerk back and her mouth to open. I roughly stuffed the gag into her mouth and pulled the wide Velcro strap tight. In the gloom I could see the white of her eye get bigger as she began to realize there was no escape and the shock of my assault wore off to be replaced by fear and dread. Her hands were easily secured behind her back with a nylon cable tie and once I had tipped her half into the boot – her skirt riding up tantalisingly – I did the same to her ankles. I slipped the black velvet drawstring bag that served as a hood over her head and wondered if she could smell the stale perfume and make up from the others that had been in her position; the thought making my cock lurch that extra notch to it’s hardest. What had the last one been called? Teresa. That was it. She was tall, slim and athletic, her struggles and my retribution now a sweet memory. Pulling the duvet around her I slammed the boot shut before opening the two driver’s side doors. Devil jumped in and immediately began sniffing at the back seat as I quickly started the engine and drove carefully out of the car park. I was soon following the signs for the airport and shortly afterwards pulled into the long drive that leads to the old cottage in Knutsford my parents left me. What the cottage lacked in creature comforts – central heating for instance – it made up for it with that most precious of commodities, privacy. I parked the car at the side of the house and opened the back door before opening the boot and cutting the tie holding her legs. She didn’t struggle as I pulled her out of the boot and onto her feet. Her head was hanging forward and I could hear rasping sobs coming from inside the hood as fear and the lack of oxygen combined to subdue doggy her. I gripped the back of her jacket and pushed her into the kitchen, locking the door behind me. I started to push her through the kitchen and up to the stairs but she was difficult to control, bumping into the table and then the door frame as she started to resist. I turned her towards me and swiftly punched her in the solar plexus, not too hard, just enough to knock the breath out of her. As she slumped forward from the blow I hooked my shoulder into her waist and lifted her in a fireman’s lift before carrying her up the stairs and into what I laughingly called the guest bedroom. My guests have not always appreciated the time and trouble I have taken to make their stay with me memorable but I think of it as part of the service. The solid oak door has been altered to take a five point lock, the window has tight fitting internal shutters, the floor and walls have been covered with acoustic underlay to deaden the sound but it’s the bed I’m most proud of. Made from scaffold poles it is bolted to the floor with the ‘headboard’ extending to the ceiling both for stability and to provide a variety of fixing points for the shackles that I provide for the ‘comfort and security’ of my guests. Spotlights focus on the bed as do two indian cameras amateur linked to the pc for recording that can be played through the tv downstairs. Throwing her down onto the bed I was able to look at her properly for the first time. She was smallish, 5’2” but had a reasonable figure. Her pleasing bust was an outstanding feature but I was sure there would be plenty more to enjoy. She was dressed for business in a smart grey suit, black blouse, tights and flat black shoes. I wondered what she did? Maybe a receptionist or something, meeting and greeting people with a warming smile, all the time wondering if her next guest would be someone that had wanked over pictures of her naked body on a website at the weekend. Turning her onto her stomach I cut the tie holding her wrists together and pulled of the short grey jacket off her shoulders. She started to struggle so I put my knee onto the small of her back while I undid the button and zip on the back of her skirt. Once the zip was open I just gripped each side and pulled hard, ripping the skirt in two and leaving her in just her tights, underwear and blouse. I rolled her over onto her back and grabbed her left wrist. Attached to the bed were two chains with wrist bands at the end and I fixed one firmly around her wrist, doing the buckles up as tight as possible. Moving around the other side I did the same with her right wrist before pulling off the velvet bag from her head. Her eyes were bulging out of her head, tears were streaming down her face and she looked terrified. My dick spurted over and over. “But I'm a virgin. I’ve seen her naked many times, but never seen her in restraint before – not even in childhood games. This was going to be the gaming night of all nights! He indian was fucking Trudy at great speed then gave a hard thrust and let out ‘fucking yes!’ she gave a whimper and began wriggling on his cock as he pumped and pumped his hot thick creamy load inside my wife and she was loving every drop filling her womb the bloke gave a gasp then released his hold on Trudy’s hips and stepped back his dripping cock dangling down between his legs. Zanyia She arched up again as my cock reached more deep in doggy her as she held on to the seat frames with both her hands to steady herself. "Fuck me!" he said, "that's some woman. Ajay quickly drew the napkin and holding it in his hand, he cleaned the spill. Story Summary - This is the introductory tale of Jane, the little ignorant slut. “I’ll see you in English?” “Oh you’re so tight, what a shame” He twisted them. Her matching panty was a normal full front and back except they were transparent also. “Pita!” I moaned, my voice echoing through the room. “That’s my good girl,” he moaned pulling his cock out of me. He shoved himself into Sasha’s cunt and tore through her hymen. That is how I got the chance to train Ada, into the proper little subby for me her new Daddy. Mellos asked. Every time she looked my way, I sport a wide smile, erasing any doubt she had. He laid down under the covers. “Only I get to cum in my mother's pussy, and all mothers have to stop taking birth control.” As I am sitting there with her on my lap, Dakota leans in and says, “Did you tell her about Aurora?” I just chuckle knowing that Dakota doesn’t miss anything. All she could think about was that weird alien-penis down between her legs, and the fact that nobody knew it was there, except for her. Ramu held her tightly till his last spurt of his juice was out. 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