The Prisoner

Description:

Sexy Trips Six's soft, muffled moans filled the room as she lay there, unable to move, completely at her captor's mercy. The leather hood encompassed her entire head, and the straightjacket constricted her arms and torso tightly. Only her legs were free, but that freedom was short lived. Her ankles were soon belted to her thighs, and then her legs were anchored spread wide apart, strapping her in place. All she had on was a thin, tight spandex swimsuit, leaving her most private area almost completely exposed.

Hours ticked by and she struggled and thrashed about the best she could, but the tight restraints and disorienting darkness of the hood made it impossible for her to break free or even attempt to escape. She was trapped, and she knew it. All she could do was lay there and endure whatever was to come next.

Suddenly, she heard the door to the room creak open. Her sensitive ears perked up, trying to make out any sounds. Footsteps approached slowly and deliberately, the sound of them growing louder until the person came to a stop beside the bed. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breathing quick and shallow through her nose.

There was a click, and then a low humming noise. She tensed, unsure of what was happening. Then, without warning, intense vibrations began stimulating her exposed pussy through the thin fabric of her swimsuit. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. The sensations were overwhelming.

At first, she tried her best to ignore the unwarranted pleasure being thrust upon her. She bit down hard on the ball gag in her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut within the hood. But it was no use. The unrelenting vibrations quickly overpowered her resistance. She began to squirm and thrash about, the vibrations growing even more intense as her movements caused the device stimulating her to rub and press against her even harder.

She couldn't escape the intense pleasure. It engulfed her entire body, her pussy being worked relentlessly. She was going to cum, and cum hard, whether she wanted to or not. The vibrations reached a crescendo and she felt herself hitting climax, her pussy contracting and juices soaking through her swimsuit. She let out a loud, muffled cry into the gag as wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure crashed over her.

Finally, the vibrations stopped. Trip Six lay there panting, her body still twitching from the aftershocks. Was her punishment over? She had no way of knowing. All she could do was wait... and endure whatever came next.