The keeper - illustrated bondage story, part 46

Barbara looked up sleepily when he came into the room. The her blue eyes snapped wide and she vibrated into the ropes as her head came up. She babbled into the gag as he casually sat on the edge of the bed and started to get undressed.

Then she started pleading, and crying, and begging, and fnally just screaming. He ignored it all, and she abruptly stopped as he crawled on top of her. Then she made little disbelieving noises as he put his hands on either side of her ribs, pushed his cock into her wide open cunt, and started fucking her. To her stunned shock, he hardly paid attention to her as he fucked and fucked, and kept fucking until he was about to come. Only then did his back arch, while her head went back, scraping the pillow. He gave one long exclamation as she screamed, and then he was spent.

Her eyes were wet when she looked up, but he ignored that too.

“Goodnight, dear,” he said, crawling beside her. He pressed one arm under her head, laid his other arm across her otherwise untouched breasts, and curled a leg between hers.

With a squeeze of her tit, he fell asleep. In the cellar, a beautiful eighteen-year-old redhead was sexually tortured. In the attic, a beautiful twenty-one year old brunette writhed in bondage.

And in the bedroom, a beautiful nineteen-year-old blonde was forced to sleep with her rapist. Outside the house, it was quiet. No one saw or heard a thing.