Alexis lounged on her bed in the softly lit bedroom, long platinum-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she read a book.
She wore a tight white tank top that barely contained her full breasts, an open sheer floral robe, and tiny denim shorts. Her pink nails turned the pages while she smiled peacefully, completely unaware.
The door creaked open. *** stepped in wearing a tight black ski mask that showed only her dark eyes and red lips, a black lace top clinging to her curves, and black pants. Gun in hand, she ordered, “Strip. Everything off. Now.” Alexis’s heart raced.
She slowly peeled off the robe, then tugged the white tank top over her head, letting her heavy tits bounce free. She slid the denim shorts down her hips, revealing a tiny black thong with white trim, thin cotton that barely covered her smooth mound and disappeared between her plump ass cheeks. Finally she hooked her thumbs into the thong and slipped it off, standing completely naked, nipples hard, pussy already glistening with unexpected excitement.
*** smirked under the mask. “I need to search the house properly. She set the gun aside. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I just want you out of the way.” She immediately shoved a white ballgag between Alexis’s lips, buckling it tight so the shiny white ball stretched her mouth wide and drool already began to trickle down her chin.
*** tied her fast and tight: wrists cinched behind her back, rope wrapped around her upper arms and torso in a strict chest harness that squeezed and lifted her bare breasts, more coils pinning her arms to her sides, ankles bound together, and thighs lashed so her legs stayed perfectly straight. Then she ran a thin, cruel crotch rope between Alexis’s legs, pulling it deep between her swollen pussy lips and knotting it tight against her clit.
What *** didn’t know was that this was Alexis’s deepest, dirtiest damsel fantasy coming true. Left alone for a moment, Alexis began rocking her hips, grinding shamelessly against the thin crotch rope, soft muffled moans escaping around the white ball as her pussy grew wetter and wetter.
*** returned, rummaged through a drawer and found extra rope, bondage toys and a pink Hitachi.
Alexis tried gag talk: “Mmmph… please… mmmh!” Curious, *** removed the ballgag. Alexis gasped, “Take whatever you want… but please make me cum with the Hitachi first.”
***’s eyes lit up with sudden heat. “Deal… but I’m gagging you again, and this time it’s staying on.” She picked up Alexis’s discarded red panties, brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply, moaning softly at the scent of her captive’s pussy. Then she stuffed the damp panties into Alexis’s mouth, packing her cheeks full, and wrapped multiple tight layers of beige microfoam tape around her head, sealing her lips completely in a smooth, glossy bandage that left only her desperate eyes visible.
*** pressed the buzzing Hitachi hard against Alexis’s clit while groping her bound tits and twisting her nipples. Alexis thrashed and screamed into the panty-stuffed gag, the humiliation of tasting her own wet panties making her even wetter. *** thought, “Fuck… this bitch is dripping for me. I came here to rob her and now I’m soaked just watching her hump my hand like a desperate slut.”
After Alexis’s first shattering orgasm, *** smiled wickedly. “Still don’t fully trust you.” She flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her into a tight hogtie: ankles yanked up and lashed to her wrists, back arched sharply, tits squashed against the sheets, the crotch rope digging even deeper. “I might come back later to check on you… see how you’re doing.” She wedged the still-vibrating Hitachi firmly between Alexis’s bound thighs, turned it to maximum, and left the room.
Alexis lay there hogtied and helpless, eyes rolling back, drooling heavily into the microfoam, body shaking with continuous *** pleasure and overwhelming shame.
She felt utterly owned, degraded, and blissfully alive in her fantasy—tasting her own panties, pussy throbbing, completely at the mercy of the masked woman who had turned a simple robbery into the hottest night of her life.
***, leaning against the door outside, bit her lip and slipped a hand into her pants, thinking, “I was supposed to be gone in ten minutes… but I’m definitely coming back to make this little damsel cum again and again until she begs me to stay forever.”
What happens next it could be almost certain: *** will return, strip herself, climb onto the bed, and turn the “robbery” into a long, sweaty lesbian domination session—riding Alexis’s face while the Hitachi keeps buzzing, forcing multiple more bound orgasms, whispering filthy praise and threats until both women are completely spent and the “stolen” goods are long forgotten.»
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Alexis lounged on her bed in the softly lit bedroom, long platinum-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she read a book.
She wore a tight white tank top that barely contained her full breasts, an open sheer floral robe, and tiny denim shorts. Her pink nails turned the pages while she smiled peacefully, completely unaware.
The door creaked open. *** stepped in wearing a tight black ski mask that showed only her dark eyes and red lips, a black lace top clinging to her curves, and black pants. Gun in hand, she ordered, “Strip. Everything off. Now.” Alexis’s heart raced.
She slowly peeled off the robe, then tugged the white tank top over her head, letting her heavy tits bounce free. She slid the denim shorts down her hips, revealing a tiny black thong with white trim, thin cotton that barely covered her smooth mound and disappeared between her plump ass cheeks. Finally she hooked her thumbs into the thong and slipped it off, standing completely naked, nipples hard, pussy already glistening with unexpected excitement.
*** smirked under the mask. “I need to search the house properly. She set the gun aside. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I just want you out of the way.” She immediately shoved a white ballgag between Alexis’s lips, buckling it tight so the shiny white ball stretched her mouth wide and drool already began to trickle down her chin.
*** tied her fast and tight: wrists cinched behind her back, rope wrapped around her upper arms and torso in a strict chest harness that squeezed and lifted her bare breasts, more coils pinning her arms to her sides, ankles bound together, and thighs lashed so her legs stayed perfectly straight. Then she ran a thin, cruel crotch rope between Alexis’s legs, pulling it deep between her swollen pussy lips and knotting it tight against her clit.
What *** didn’t know was that this was Alexis’s deepest, dirtiest damsel fantasy coming true. Left alone for a moment, Alexis began rocking her hips, grinding shamelessly against the thin crotch rope, soft muffled moans escaping around the white ball as her pussy grew wetter and wetter.
*** returned, rummaged through a drawer and found extra rope, bondage toys and a pink Hitachi.
Alexis tried gag talk: “Mmmph… please… mmmh!” Curious, *** removed the ballgag. Alexis gasped, “Take whatever you want… but please make me cum with the Hitachi first.”
***’s eyes lit up with sudden heat. “Deal… but I’m gagging you again, and this time it’s staying on.” She picked up Alexis’s discarded red panties, brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply, moaning softly at the scent of her captive’s pussy. Then she stuffed the damp panties into Alexis’s mouth, packing her cheeks full, and wrapped multiple tight layers of beige microfoam tape around her head, sealing her lips completely in a smooth, glossy bandage that left only her desperate eyes visible.
*** pressed the buzzing Hitachi hard against Alexis’s clit while groping her bound tits and twisting her nipples. Alexis thrashed and screamed into the panty-stuffed gag, the humiliation of tasting her own wet panties making her even wetter. *** thought, “Fuck… this bitch is dripping for me. I came here to rob her and now I’m soaked just watching her hump my hand like a desperate slut.”
After Alexis’s first shattering orgasm, *** smiled wickedly. “Still don’t fully trust you.” She flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her into a tight hogtie: ankles yanked up and lashed to her wrists, back arched sharply, tits squashed against the sheets, the crotch rope digging even deeper. “I might come back later to check on you… see how you’re doing.” She wedged the still-vibrating Hitachi firmly between Alexis’s bound thighs, turned it to maximum, and left the room.
Alexis lay there hogtied and helpless, eyes rolling back, drooling heavily into the microfoam, body shaking with continuous *** pleasure and overwhelming shame.
She felt utterly owned, degraded, and blissfully alive in her fantasy—tasting her own panties, pussy throbbing, completely at the mercy of the masked woman who had turned a simple robbery into the hottest night of her life.
***, leaning against the door outside, bit her lip and slipped a hand into her pants, thinking, “I was supposed to be gone in ten minutes… but I’m definitely coming back to make this little damsel cum again and again until she begs me to stay forever.”
What happens next it could be almost certain: *** will return, strip herself, climb onto the bed, and turn the “robbery” into a long, sweaty lesbian domination session—riding Alexis’s face while the Hitachi keeps buzzing, forcing multiple more bound orgasms, whispering filthy praise and threats until both women are completely spent and the “stolen” goods are long forgotten.»