{{user}} walks into the warm cabin to find Amy thankfully still tied up arms above her head in the center of the cabin. Her clothes remain on
I remove the gag from your mouth. “I hope you learned you lesson about breaking into random cabins.”
His words make her shiver slightly at the thought that she could have been caught worse than just tied up in his cabin and scolded. "Yes sir... I'm sorry for breaking into your cabin..." She gazes down submissively as her cheeks flush, unable to meet his eyes. The heat from their bodies mix with her embarrassment makes a strange cocktail inside of her that she doesn't fully understand yet.
"I... won't do it again..." Her voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. "Please sir, can I please be untied now?" She asks softly, her eyes darting around the cabin as she waits for his response. Her heart races wildly in her chest and between her legs.
I put my hand down her pants and grab her vagina. It’s wet. “Oh really. Something here tells me that you wanted to be captured.” I start playing with your clit. “Is that true?”
With each twist of his finger against her clit and every slide in between her folds, Amy's body arches further into his touch. She gasps and moans loudly, her hips bucking forward as pleasure washes over her in a wave. Her face flushes hotter still, her lips parting to let out breathy little cries.
"Y-yes... sir..." She stammers, her words slightly slurred from the onslaught of sensations coursing through her body. "I... didn't know how much I wanted this..." She whispers, her eyes clenched shut as she tries to focus on the feel of his fingers working magic inside of her. "Please sir... more..."
Her hands thrash helplessly against the ropes that bind them above her head, needing something solid to hold onto as he takes her higher and higher. It's unlike anything she's ever felt before and it's overwhelming in the best way possible. The cabin around them seems to fade away, leaving only Rail and his skilled fingers, driving her wild with desire and relief.
While still playing with your clit, I pull up your white sweater to look at your lace black bra. “Look at the bra you are wearing. Clearly you are looking for a good time.”
With his fingers digging deeper and finding her most sensitive spot over and over again, Amy moans and gasps loudly, her body arching into the feel of his touch. Her chest heaves as she pants to catch her breath, eyes fluttering closed beneath lids that suddenly seem far too heavy to keep open anymore. Her nipples harden against the lace fabric of her bra, aching for attention and begging him to touch them next. "Please... sir..." She whispers, her voice shaky with need and desire as her hips rock forward again in invitation. "I want more... I've never felt anything like this..." Her hands thrash against the ropes, desperate for release from this delicious torture of pleasure that he's inflicting upon her. "Please, sir... touch me... here..." She gasps, pointing a shaking finger at her chest before letting it fall limply back to her side as she whimpers with need. "It feels so good..." Her words trail off into another moan as he continues to torture her in the best possible way. Her body trembles and quakes under his expert fingers, her orgasm building and building until she feels like it's about to tear her apart from the inside out. His hands on her chest, between her legs, everywhere... they make her lose control in the most beautiful, glorious way possible. She thinks that nothing could ever feel this good again, not unless he's the one to touch her next. "Oh god, sir..." Her words are barely coherent now as she writhes against the ropes, trying desperately to reach something tangible so she can feel him inside of her... just for a moment more. "Please, please don't stop..." She begs, knowing that even if he were to stop
I stop playing with your clit and put that hand in your mouth. “Do you think you can order me around?” I slap your right tit and watch it jiggle. “Don’t forget who has all the power here.”
Her body stiffens as he removes his hand from her clit, leaving behind a void that throbs with need and aches for attention. The sudden change in sensation almost feels like cold water being thrown on her desire, but even so, she can't help the soft whimper that escapes from between her lips when he speaks again. Her eyes flutter open, locked onto his as she licks her lips nervously and tries to focus. "Yes... sir..." She says quietly, a shiver running down her spine at the realization of just how little control she has in this situation. He's right; it is him who holds all the power here. Her gaze drops to his hand as he slaps one of her breasts roughly, making it jiggle with each strike. The pain adds a new layer of arousal on top of everything else, and she lets out a shaky breath. "Y-yes sir... I'm sorry..." She whispers, cheeks burning red as embarrassment washes over her again. "P-please..." Her hands shift against the ropes that bind them above her head, seeking purchase on anything they can grab as she looks up at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't stop..."
I slap you ass extremely hard. “You just told me what to do again! Will a slut like you ever learn?” I pull down your pants leaving you in your sweater that’s pulled up and black lace underwear.
Her face flushes darker still as she feels the sting of his hand against her ass. She gasps loudly and jerks her head back, biting down on his hand roughly as he slaps her a second time. The sharp pain only serves to heighten the sensations in her body even further, making it harder for her to focus or think clearly. Her eyes close tightly against the sting, and she whimpers softly into the skin of his hand. As if the physical contact isn't enough, he removes her pants entirely, leaving her exposed once more. Her legs quiver with anticipation beneath the cool air in the cabin, begging for his touch again. "P-please sir..." She whispers brokenly, feeling helpless and exposed despite the warmth of the cabin. "Don't make me wait... I can't take it anymore..." Her voice trails off into another moan as she squirms against the ropes, desperate for some sort of release from this overwhelming desire that he's built up within her. She no longer cares about being in control or who holds the power; all she wants is him.
“Oh? And what do you want? Why did you break into my cabin?”
Her words are breathless and ragged as she whispers his name over and over again in her head, unable to speak past the ache in her throat. She arches into the slightest touch against her skin, her body begging for him to push her further and faster toward the edge of release. Her eyes open wide when he finally speaks again, those beautiful green orbs locked onto his own as if he holds all the answers she needs. "Please... sir..." She groans helplessly, hips bucking upward as she tries to draw him closer. "I just want you to touch me... please make it stop hurting so bad..." Her words trail off into another moan, her fingers digging into the ropes above her head until they grow numb with pain. It's like her body has become unraveled in his presence; every fibre screaming for him to undo whatever knots and bindings keep them apart. And though she knows it's wrong, knows that she shouldn't feel this way about a complete stranger who's taken her hostage... all she can focus on is the overwhelming desire burning hot in the pit of her stomach. It's like a flame fanned by his touch, and it threatens to consume her whole if he doesn't douse it soon with release. "P-please sir..." She whispers brokenly, tears streaking down her cheeks as her hips circle helplessly against the air, searching for something... anything that will ease this ache inside of her. "I need you to touch me..." Her fingers tighten painfully on the ropes until she's sure they'll leave bruises, but it's all she can do to fight back against this relentless wave of desire crashing over her.
I roughly grab your pussy forcing my fingers inside. “You want me to touch you? Touch a slut like you? I bet you enjoy being abused like this.”
The feel of his rough hand on her sex sends shivers racing down her spine as he roughly thrusts two fingers deep inside of her. Her eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a choked moan, her body tensing in anticipation with every stroke of his fingers. She's too lost in the sensation to notice at first that they don't feel like they should; they feel good. They feel amazing.
She whimpers softly as he continues to work his fingers inside of her, gripping them tight and drawing her closer with each thrust. Her hips rock against him in desperation, seeking more contact, more friction. It's like an inferno building deep within her, threatening to consume her whole unless she finds relief soon.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she tries to focus on the feel of his fingers moving inside of her, how they tease and stroke every sensitive spot until she thinks she might go mad with need. Her nipples stand erect beneath her bra, hard and aching for his touch even as he tortures her between her legs.
"Please..." She whispers brokenly, no longer caring about dominance or control. All that matters is the way he makes her feel; the heat and the desire building inside of her until it threatens to consume everything she is. "Please don't stop..." Her words are barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears, and for a moment she wonders if maybe this is what she's always wanted... needed.
As he continues to take her roughly from behind, she feels herself slipping closer and closer to the edge, her body growing tight and warm with anticipation. She clings desperately to whatever scraps of sanity remain as he pushes her ever closer to the brink, but just
I continue my assault on your pussy as I lean over and grab a marker and write “claimed” on your chest.
The sensation of his fingers moving inside her is so overwhelming that she barely registers the feel of him writing on her chest until he leans back again, leaving her aching and needy once more as his hand drops away. Her hips shift restlessly against the ropes holding her in place, begging for the touch to return as she pants through gritted teeth, trying desperately not to scream out loud with each forceful thrust of his fingers.
Her body quakes and shudders beneath his hands, her orgasm building rapidly now, threatening to break free at any moment. Her nipples are hard and aching, pressing against the fabric of her bra as she gasps for breath between moans and cries. It's like all of this sensation has been focused into one tight spot deep inside of her, a ball of pure desire that burns hotter with every passing second.
Her hands clench and unclench helplessly against the ropes above her head, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fights to maintain some semblance of control amidst this whirlwind of pleasure. She's never felt anything like this before; so possessive, so demanding... It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, leaving her shaking with the intensity of it all.
"Please..." she whispers brokenly, voice strained from the effort of trying to be quiet despite the overwhelming need building inside of her. "Don't stop... I can't take much more..." Her body trembles and twitches beneath his touch, ready to explode at any moment if he doesn't bring her release soon. It's a helpless, desperate plea, but she knows that the only way out of this is through him... no matter
“Let’s see what else I can play with.” I grab your right nipple and pinch it tightly.
Her back arches off the ropes as you grasp her nipple between your fingers and twist, sending sharp streaks of pleasure-pain through her body. She gasps loudly, eyes squeezed shut against the tightening sensations coursing through her breasts. Her hips jerk erratically, trying to find some sort of release in this agony-ecstasy she's trapped within.
"Ahhh... y-yes..." She moans breathlessly, her fingers curling into fists as the sensation grows too intense to bear. It's like every nerve ending in her body is standing on end, aching for his touch, craving more of this pain that somehow feels so good.
Her skin flushes even hotter beneath his touch, her whole being focusing in on the sharp ache in her breast and the persistent throb between her legs. She doesn't know if she can take much more of this; it feels like everything inside of her is about to explode at once. But somehow, she knows that's what she wants... needs. The surrender to his touch, the release he offers with every brutal caress... it's unlike anything she's ever experienced before.
"P-please..." She whispers brokenly, her voice shaking as she begs for more. "Please don't stop... I need you..." Her body trembles and quakes beneath his touch, on the brink of oblivion, teetering dangerously close to the edge of an orgasm that threatens to consume her whole if she lets it break free. It's a fragile place to be in, this dance between pleasure and pain, and she knows that only he can lead her through it... take her where she needs to go.
“This mouth loves to give orders doesn’t it!?” I shove my cock in your mouth and start throat fucking you. “Will you ever learn!?”
Her words are lost in a gasp as his cock fills her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste and explore. She can feel the vein throbbing against her palate, the heavy length stretching her jaw as he thrusts deeper. Her hands come free suddenly, reaching for purchase on anything they can find as she's roughly fucked into submission. Her cheeks hollow with each thrust and her eyes slide closed in pleasure, surrendering to the rough sensation. She moans around his cock, digging her nails into the skin of his thighs as he takes control, claiming what's his. It's an oddly liberating feeling, having someone so dominate and commanding. Her body responds without hesitation, growing hotter and wetter with each thrust. "Ahhh... y-yes sir..." She whimpers, her words muffled by the thick length of him in her mouth. "Please... more..." She lets out a choked moan as his hips slam into her face, pushing deeper still, making it impossible to breathe without him allowing it. But she doesn't care; all that matters is the feel of him, the taste of him filling her senses, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her hands grip at his thighs, her nails digging deeper with each rough stroke, urging him on, needing more. Her head bobs up and down on his cock in time with the thrusts, taking as much of him as she can handle. It's overwhelming but somehow exactly what she needs... desired even. He has her completely at his mercy, and she revels in it, giving herself over to this dark, demanding side of her nature for once. Her orgasm builds lower down, a tightening deep inside of
I keep roughly fucking your mouth. “I don’t think you seem to get it.” I slap your ass hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re mine now. My fuck toy.” I pinch your nipple hard enough to make you wince. “You will be my slut for as long as you please me.”
Her breath comes out in short pants and moans as she struggles to form words around his cock. Her body trembles with each thrust, her ass clenching tightly as he slaps it hard enough to leave a stinging mark. She winces at the bite of pain from her nipple but doesn't let go of him; she can feel herself growing wetter around him, aching for release.
Her eyes flutter shut as she focuses on his movements, giving herself up entirely to this wild, demanding side of herself. It feels good to be owned in this way, to know that he holds all the power and control over her pleasure. She moans into his cock, arching her back off the floor as another orgasm starts to build deep within her, the sensation radiating outward from where they've made contact.
With a choked cry, she comes around him, her body tensing and shuddering as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her muscles clench tightly against his cock, milk spilling from her aching nipples and streaming down her flat stomach. She whimpers and mewls, letting out a string of pleading moans as the aftershocks of her orgasm threaten to send her back over the edge.
Her hips buck against his hand, seeking friction and release from the lingering sensation between her legs. Her mouth is filled with the taste of him, of submission and power; it's intoxicating, addicting in a way she's never experienced before. It only serves to make her even more eager for whatever he has planned next.