Chapter 4

• He turned her around and backed her against one of the thick, round wooden posts at the foot of the bed. She just stood there as he wedged a pillow behind her bottom, then ran a soft white rope around her waist several times and went behind her to tie it tight around the post. This pulled her bottom back onto the pillow ensuring the butt-plug was kept wedged in and applied pressure to make its vibrations spread deeper.
• He unstrapped her arms and she was hopeful for release, but he uncrossed them then pulled them backwards on either side of the post. He pulled her leaning back against the wood and pulled her elbows together.
• Using the rope, he tied her wrists together, then she winced as he tied the rope firmly around her arms just above and below her elbows, keeping her upper body pressed back against the post. He bent down, pulled her high-heeled ankles back to the post and tied her ankles firmly there, immobilising her. He came around to the front to admire the view.
• She was firmly tied to the post in her gorgeous black lace lingerie. The strapless lace basque tightly held her waist but struggled to hold her outwardly heaving breasts contained beneath the delicate lace. Her breasts were tilted up and thrust forward by the position of her arms cinched behind her and the pillow behind her arching her back a little. The soft curves of her breasts visible above the lace basque continued under the material, the underwiring cupping under the lovely orbs as if presenting them to him.
• The butt-plug continued to buzz deep inside her behind, making her breasts quiver as she struggled to stay still. Her hardening nipples were slightly visible as they pressed out against the satin lace. Her soft pussy mound was cupped gently by the panties that went over the garter straps and hung high on her hips, topped with a little bow on each side, displaying her full hips, exposed under the flimsy lace of the mini-skirt at the bottom edge of the basque.
• She looked exquisite; the archetypal damsel in distress: good enough to eat which is exactly what he planned to do. He approached her and his hands went straight to her magnificent breasts, cupping and covering them. She looked up at him in pitiful anguish as he smiled down at her and fondled her breasts through the lace. He gently squeezed the lovely soft shapes, feeling her young yielding flesh in his warm hands, then he teased over her nipples, nudging the material back and forth, making them stiffen more.
• His thumbs and fingers captured her nipples and he rubbed them, squeezed them and rolled them deliberately making them swell and throb under his fingertips. She mewled at him as he played with her breasts through the tight lace. As her nipples hardened into swelling little points, he grasped her full breasts in his large hands through the lacy material and squeezed firmly with an even pressure, his palms pressing her erect and throbbing nipples back into her soft flesh. He could feel her pulse beating in her nipples, and her breathing quicken as her breasts heaved in his grasp.
• Still holding and kneading her breasts in his hands, he knelt down in front of her, his nose tracing its way down her front, between her breasts and over her stomach and narrow waist, before tracing over her frilly miniskirt. He sat on the floor in front of her tied body, still holding her breasts.
• His nose nuzzled under the frills and rubbed back and forth across the smooth naked skin of her abdomen above the low-cut front of her flimsy panties. His nose traced across the lace trim along the top edge of her panties. Occasionally his lips kissed out and made contact with the silk. She was whimpering slightly as his hands continued to hold her beautiful full breasts captive.
• His nose nuzzled lower, down the front of her panties, over her soft, hairless mound then nuzzling into the top of her groove. She tried to squirm sideways but his hands on her breasts held her firmly in place and his nose delved deeper. He could feel the vibrations of the butt-plug buzzing deep inside her. As his nose worked deeper into her crack, pushing the silk into her, his tongue darted out and licked from the bottom of her slit up to the top, drawing a damp line up in her groove.
• Encouraged by her whimpers, he repeated the move, then languidly began rubbing his tongue up and down her pussy, making the material wet and pushing it further into her folds. The position of the pillow behind her not only thrust her breasts out towards him, but also her pussy. He took advantage of this and fondled her pussy lips with his exploring tongue up and down and sideways into her slit.
• His tongue could only push a limited depth into her because of the protection of her panties, so he decided to do something about them. His palms gave her wonderful breasts a firm squeeze before dropping down to her hips. His fingers hooked under the narrow sides of her black lace panties and started edging them downward. Abby wiggled helplessly as he eased her flimsy panties down over her hips and kissed the exposed flesh above the lace. He worked the scrap of material down her hips, easing it lower, exposing her naked flesh closer and closer to her pussy, as his lips followed the exposure.
• As the material started drawing down away from her soft pussy, it stuck to her sensitive flesh by his saliva and by being wedged a little between her lips. Gradually he worked the sides lower to the tops of her stockings, tugging the central triangle out from her slit and finally exposing her smooth naked pussy.
• Immediately his lips came down onto the enticing gentle mound between her legs. She whimpered as she felt his lips kiss over the top of her most private place. His tongue darted out and she squealed and jolted slightly in surprise as his tongue wetly delved into the top of her slit, seeking to lift the hood off her clit. As it unfolded a little, he flicked his wet tongue over the protruding and sensitive love button and she jolted again.
• His hands went around to cup the cheeks of her naked bottom firmly to him to steady her before he thrust his long wet tongue in between her legs, just reaching the butt plug protruding from her bottom. He wetted his tongue, then firmly licked his way all the way back along her soft slit, delving deep between her lips to the yielding wet flesh within.
• He opened her up with this one firm slurp and she closed her eyes tight and shuddered from the feeling of her innocent pussy being explored like this. His long tongue-stroke reached up as far as her little throbbing clit and wetly pressed flat over it and rubbed the slime of his saliva against it.
• He moved his hands off her bum and back up to gently grasp around her young boobies again, squeezing the shapes into peaks so that his thumbs could rub firmly over her erect and sensitive nipples. At the same time he started tonguing wetly up and down her slit, firmly slipping his warm, wet tongue further and further up and into her.
• She trembled and squealed as he teased her nipples and lapped at her gash. He could feel her pussy juicing not just from his saliva, but also from its own secretions. His fingers continued to fondle and squeeze her breasts and nipples as his tongue lapped up her juices, spreading it over her lips and her clit, occasionally lashing across the erect throbbing bud.
• As he thrust his tongue deep into her pussy, exploring virgin territory (literally), he could feel her whole body quiver, not just from the buzzing vibrator in her arse but also from the overwhelming feelings he was arousing from within her by his multiple assaults on her erogenous zones. Her young inexperienced body had never felt these sensations sweeping through her body before, and she could hardly cope with the building feelings as her body involuntarily reacted to the forced pleasure he was giving her. She meekly wriggled and squirmed in her tight bonds as he assaulted her senses.
• He alternated from thrusting his tongue deeply into her tunnel, tasting her juices and exploring the soft fleshy walls to swirling the tip of his tongue around and across her clit and flicking it. All the while his palms squeezed her breasts firmly through the lace, and his fingers firmly gripped her swollen and throbbing nipples, rolling them in his grasp.
• Each time he shifted his tongue from her pussy to her clit or back again, she shuddered and gasped into the gag, and more juice seeped from her pussy. His efforts built her closer and closer to the edge of her very first orgasm, but did not push her over the edge.
• Finally, after a particularly firm squeeze of her breasts and a particularly deep thrust of his tongue into her pussy, he withdrew his tongue and hands from her and sat back a little. She opened her eyes and gasped as she fought to bring her breathing under control. Her semi clad breasts heaved with each breath.
• Her pussy throbbed with the vibrations still continuing in her bottom. Her pussy lips glistened with their combined juice. He watched her recover for a bit, relishing how her body had responded to his touch. Then he took pity on her exposed state and tugged her panties back up over her hips to nestle snuggly over her pussy again.
• Whilst she recovered from his sensual assault on her, he went over and spent some minutes lighting the wood burning fire in front of the sofa area. When he was satisfied it was burning gently, he came back to her and bent down to tied her ankles. He pulled the pillow out from behind her and went around the post to untie her hands. She didn't have the energy or presence of mind to try to break free as he undid her elbows and wrists, but she was grateful that she could flex her arms a little.
• He didn't give her much respite. He held her bare shoulders and manoeuvred her away from the post, before standing behind her. He held her wrists firmly, then bent her forearms up across her back and crossed them in the small of her back. Using lengths of soft white rope, he carefully but tightly tied each of her delicate wrists to the opposite arm just above the elbow.
• He also tied her arms firmly together where they crossed and finally ran a tight band of rope around her narrow waist, holding her arms nice and tight and close to her body, making her back arch slightly and once more making her breasts thrust forward. She whimpered as she sensed her helplessness again.
• He moved her across the room, to the fireside and sitting himself on the sofa, guided her to stand in front of his knees. He stroked up and down the sides of her legs from her calves to her hips just under the edges of the basque miniskirt. He parted his knees and perched on the edge of the seat so that he could bring her standing between his legs.