Schoolgirl's Poorly Timed Bondage
Author's Note: first time writing here, but will do more. Positive and negative feedback is appreciated, particularly on the pacing.
All characters are at least 18 years old (but not by much).
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As scattered clouds drifted across the late afternoon, the cooling day blew a mild but gentle breeze over the street as Melissa and Alex walked home from school together. Alex took in a deep breath and exhaled, clearly enjoying the spring smell and humming to himself. Although she walked alongside him, Melissa had difficulty appreciating the good weather while experiencing a different pleasant sensation.
She focused to maintain a steady rhythm of breathing, because under her school uniform the tight ropes constricting her body would retaliate if her movements changed how the cords and knots had settled around her. Even a slight change in stride would tug one turn of the rope, which would pull a knot and cascade into many digging and pinching feelings. Especially under her skirt. What had she been thinking? Those knots were definitely overambitious, and those feelings constantly threatened her composure, but she maintained a calm expression with force of will.
So far.
At least she hadn't spent the whole school day this way like she had first planned, instead tying the secret ropes around her after gym class. Otherwise it would probably have become too uncomfortable and she would have given up on the whole idea. But a few hours of this was tolerable, and would definitely be worth it.
Melissa had "accidentally" put on an old skirt that morning which no longer fit according to the exact uniform code, but aside from plenty of lingering glances from other students she hadn't gotten in any trouble with the teachers, at least this time. She was a senior and it was the end of the year, what were they going to do, anyway. What might get her in trouble was this mild breeze, which she could feel all the way up her legs and constantly wondered if it might blow any stronger while they walked.
Alex, for his part, remained oblivious. She expected nothing less, and he would remain so after her plan was complete. If he had perceived any stiffness in her posture, or tension in her face, he had not mentioned it. He also hadn't taken any notice of the extra duffel bag Melissa carried, which contained the rest of her items.
"Alex, this is where we part ways," Melissa said, stopping in place. "For now."
"Huh?" Alex said, halting his walk to glance all over the street, the hills, various buildings, and signs, as if he had been totally blind to them before she spoke. "This isn't the right street. And what do you mean 'for now' anyway? Aren't you going home?"
"No. At sunset, meet me at the abandoned utility building behind the park."
"Behind the park? Like that one time?" Alex said, then swallowed. They had made out there a couple weeks ago, but had not visited since. His face showed a mix of concern, excitement and puzzlement.
Melissa faced away from him, and brushed a breeze-blown lock of black hair back behind her ear. Until she told him, nothing else would have happened, but now her plan was in motion, her heart was pounding like an animal contained in the cage of ribs and the strong cords pressed tight on the skin of her breasts, back, and over her shoulders. The binding low around her waist and dipping between her legs was more than she could stand. Almost.
"Yes," Melissa said, "but you won't come any sooner. You absolutely must not."
He swallowed again, then said "Alright, I understand."
She left him without another word, and started walking down the side street. So much focus needed, so little to spare.
"Melissa--" Alex said, then stopped himself, thinking better of it. He watched her proceed to the park, eventually going his own way, until the appointed time. Good.
The ruined cinder block structure was a fairly short walk away, in the woods close to the park, which would give her plenty of time to complete her plan before Alex arrived. She was excited enough to sprint all the way and not feel winded, but the pressure of the ropes ensured she kept moving at the same slow pace.
Melissa had discovered the abandoned building by chance. Walking alone, it was easy to wander into strange places only a little distance from the beaten trail. This place was clearly some kind of old utility station, small in footprint but fifteen feet high, with lots of exposed pipes, chipping paint, rusty valves, and not a single intact glass window. Objectively, Melissa could recognize a normal person would think it was ugly and unsafe and ignore it, if they even found it at all, but the seclusion was perfect for her. She supposed only herself and recently Alex were the only people to set foot inside in years.
It was cool inside, and Melissa set about kicking away the odd bits of wood and glass, then unpacked her bag in the middle of the room, an old flower-print beach towel,electric lantern, her entire stash of half-inch fiber rope, a steel hook with a latch, three cut strips of fabric, and a thermos.
First, beach towel on the floor. Then she hung the lantern over a valve knob and turned it on. The tree foliage was so dense it was already growing dark, and the glow of the lantern cast eerie shadows inside, which made her smile with satisfaction. A little bit of a creepy atmosphere was just the kind of danger she craved. Melissa took the longest length of rope and tossed it over an exposed beam which jutted out of the ceiling, and pulled down the other end and tied it to the hook with a triple hitch. She gave it a sharp tug to tighten it and test it, and then, satisfied, let it drop to the ground with a clink. She picked up her thermos and another short piece of rope and walked over to the wall, where several large pipes were anchored to the building wall.
She ran the shorter rope around the pipes several times and lashed it tight, forming a solid anchor point. Opening the thermos, she slid out her release mechanism, and gasped as the small block of metal and ice plopped into her hand. It was a simple pair of metal tubes slid together, with a ring on each end, a thin locking pin holding them together, and then frozen in ice, leaving the rings sticking out of either end of the cylinder of ice. Now that it was out of the thermos, timing was critical. Melissa quickly tied one ring to the pipe lashing and the other to the long strand she had tossed over the ceiling beam.
She returned to the middle of the room to check the hook dangled at the correct height, which should be several centimeters the highest she could reach while standing on her tip-toes. She'd had to guess at the correct length from observation instead of being able to measure precisely, so she'd used a much longer length than would be needed just to be sure. Still, some trial-and-error was required to pull out enough slack to correctly position the hook and it off the final time, and she left a large amount of rope unused. It wouldn't really matter, this setup was all going to be packed away before Alex came here. A little untidiness was fine.
The plan was simple: fifteen to twenty minutes of being tied up, fifteen to twenty minutes of rest, cleanup and steamy anticipation before Alex arrived, then unleash the frenzy of sexual energy upon him. Enough time to do it, but not so much she could be bored waiting for him and lose the feeling she was building up to share with him. After hours of hidden torment by her own knots, it was going to be extreme.
When she bent down to reach into the bag again, the crotch rope twisted ever so slightly over her panties, the knot grinding on her clit like an aggressive finger. She gasped, a long gasp which turned into a quiet, desperate moan. She froze, stuck half-crouched, her right hand pressed into the duffle bag all that was keeping her balanced upright. She was burning hot inside, panties damp with excess energy. Her pleated gray skirt had ridden up her thigh, and she grabbed onto the hem and held on for dear life, fighting with all her strength not to slide this hand up her skirt, along the skin of her inner thigh, push her fingers on the ropes, push them between and under the ropes, and finger herself to a spectacular climax.
She breathed heavy pants, chest aching around the ropes squeezing her breasts. She felt the inside of her uniform shirt pressed on her nipples stiff against the coarser cotton with no bra protecting them. No, no, no, Melissa thought, dropping to one knee, not even on the towel, but touching the fallen leaves over the dirty concrete. Her left hand came up from the bag and trailed up her left leg, while her right hand, as if with a will of its own, let go of the edge of her skirt and swept its fingers underneath.
No, stop, Melissa thought, battling her body's pain and arousal. Her right hand pushed under her skirt, feeling her thigh, going straight for her throbbing, knot-bound pussy. Her left hand did not follow, but glided over her skirt and up her side, forcing its way in her uniform shirt, hot on the side of her body, on her ribs, up and feeling over her breast. Melissa groaned as her self-control neared the edge, groping her own tied-up boob, fingers on playing on her nipple. She tried to stall her right hand's conquest by making it grab and squeeze her inner thigh, right next to her crotch, but it was no use.
She looked down, and in the warm lantern light how her right hand had pushed her pleated skirt up to show how deep the harsh fiber rope had burrowed into her soft pink panties. She saw how soaked they had become, and the sight of herself made Melissa even hotter, her right hand hovering over her pulsing sex, heart racing.
How many times? How many times had she masturbated just like this, tying ropes so tight over her underwear (or no underwear at all) and writhing in bed, making love to herself, playing with her body while looking at pictures and videos just like this? Her hand moved over her crotchrope, fingers gently touching its surface. It felt so good, so incredibly good, she needed it, needed to tear the rope out of the way and fuck until she came.
"No," Melissa groaned, teeth clenching, she ripped her hands away from her body. She let the left hand fall to her side, and pushed the fingers of her right in her mouth, touching her lips, her teeth. She bit down on them, hard enough to hurt, punishing them for their lack of obedience. She moaned around fingers from the pain, it felt good too, but not nearly as good as if she had let them finish her. She was on both knees now, kneeling in the dried-out leaves. She felt the warmth of her breath on the fingers in her mouth, and licked them with her soft, wet tongue, like she was sorry for biting them. Her other hand moved behind her, pressed over her skirt and squeezed her own ass, and kept going.
Melissa could only moan around her fingers as she licked them a little more, and her left hand pulled the back of her shirt up then slid under the waistband of her skirt, and took hold of tightly bound rope beneath. She closed her eyes and pulled on it gently, letting out a deep sigh as she removed the fingers from her mouth. Steady, she thought, focusing all of her attention on the rope between her legs, held in a hand stuck down the back of her skirt. Melissa breathed in and out, feeling her heart pump and pulse, grinding on the rope. Holding completely still, Melissa focused on steadying her breathing, energy cooling back down to a constant simmer instead of the very brink of orgasm.
Back from the edge.
That was a close one, she thought, resuming her task. Better get tied up, and fast. She pressed her wrists together for a moment and smiled, imagining how the ropes would soon feel on them. Before she could enjoy it, she had to gag herself. Two of her strips of fabric were white, one was black. She took the shorter white piece, rolled it up, and stuck it in her mouth, wide across her teeth, rough and dry on her tongue. Working quickly, she twisted the longer piece and made a large knot in the center, then raised it to her mouth and pushed it in, pulling the gag tight and tied it behind her head. She carefully swept the shoulder-length locks of hair out from under it. The final piece of fabric was selected for its elasticity, to help hold it around her head without it falling off. She folded it lengthwise until it wouldn't let light through, then tied the two ends together and pulled onto her head, but not yet covering her eyes. Very soon, she would be trapped until the ice melted enough for the hook rope to separate from the wall. The knot over her panties felt furious but she didn't dare touch or she would lose all control.
At last, everything was prepared. Melissa picked up her last piece of rope which was already fashioned into a pair of cuffs and slipped them over her wrists, which left a single short loop extending from the center. She cinched each cuff and tried to resist the electric thrill, but the ropes and knots around her body were exciting her so much it was almost painful.
Not for the first time Melissa thought about how much easier this would be with a partner, but Alex was as vanilla as an ice cream sundae and for all his excellent qualities was not, as she was, a kinky pervert with a mind as filthy as this unclean floor. Handcuffs would also be a lot easier than this, but hiding ropemarks was its own risky game Melissa enjoyed, something for her and her alone.
Melissa positioned herself under the waiting hook, looking right up at it to ensure she gauged it right, then took a deep breath, pulled the blindfold snug over her eyes, and lunged up at the hook, casting out the short fixed loop between her cuffs over it.
To her surprise, Melissa felt the snag as she successfully landed it on her first try, but this joy was cut off in an instant as her arms and her entire body couldn't come down from that height and she was trapped hanging from her wrists, barely supporting herself on the tips of her toes. Her body weighed down the rope cuffs and held them tight, locking her arms overhead as strictly as steel shackles, and she couldn't relieve the pressure because she had measured the height perfectly and was already trapped at her maximum reach. The hook had a snap to lock in whatever it carried unless the snap was held open, but she could never both hold it open and pull her bound wrists out of the hook at the same time. There was no way out now, no way except the ice release. It wasn't especially painful, she'd tied the knots to prevent constriction, and her wrists weren't in danger of losing circulation, but Melissa had absolutely no escape.
It was ecstasy. The ropes on her body were so intense they could've burned her. The blindfold stripped away all security of sight, making her feel even more helpless and exposed than if she was naked. Despite herself, Melissa couldn't help but moan around her gag, twisting about under the hook, rubbing her thighs together, trying to get any amount of extra pressure on the rope and knots between her legs.
She twisted in her bondage, turning to the left, then the right. No relief. She pulled on the wrist bindings, trying to twist them around, push her wrists closer together, or on top of each other, or further apart. Nothing. Melissa tried moving away from the hook, to find some angle, some difference in pressure, but could only get her toes less than a foot away from the central point. She struggled, biting on the gag, grunting, pulling with all her strength. Nothing. There was no give at all, Melissa had tied her knots far too well. She dangled in a black void, no concrete walls or woods, just her and the miserable ropes.
Melissa moaned, her skin becoming sensitive everywhere, touch becoming her only useful sense, but only the places on her body where the ropes held her flesh. She raised herself up on her left leg, rubbing her thighs together, trying to press on the cords between them, but it didn't help, it didn't get any relief. She tried again, raising her other leg, higher, feeling the cool air on her damp underwear with her leg lifting her too-short skirt. She groaned and panted. She kept trying to rub her thighs together, but nothing helped get her any closer to getting off. She might as well hump the air. She tried that, oh she felt dirty and so horny for trying that.
God, this was torture! At least in bed she could roll around, press her body against the mattress and pillows, or her fingers, palms, or other toys. This emptiness around her was somehow more intense than feeling wrapped in a blanket, or the arms of a guy. She couldn't see anything, the blindfold held fast, she couldn't even see any part of herself. What did she look like now? A beautiful black-haired girl, bound, gagged and blindfolded? Her gray pleated skirt too short, showing too much of her legs, her arms tied overhead, helpless, shirt riding up to show a little stomach. Her shirt felt tight, like it was trying to chafe against her nipples intentionally. Was the breast tie showing through her shirt? Was the crotchrope visible somehow? She thought of how she almost came from the knots before, and let herself moan loudly, but it was muffled by the gag.
Melissa tried twisting, but it was just a wiggle. She tried hopping, but her feet didn't leave the ground, after all she was only touching it with her toes. Untied and free, she was an athletic gymnast, used to be a cheerleader, and could still do a split in mid-air, if she could crouch and leap, but now her body was on in her armpits and shoulders, with not even the most extreme stiletto heel to help lift her up. She grunted, biting the cloth in her mouth, sinking teeth into cotton as she pressed her right leg into her left, trying to get any action on the knots between them. Hopelessly futile, the movement barely adjusted the binding, the same constant teasing pressure which never got any weaker or more forceful.
She stood up on just the left leg, calf muscles raising her a few millimeters more so her right could lift higher and rub up and down her thigh, but this was still nothing to what she needed to do to her body with her fingers. Melissa imagined what someone would see coming into the abandoned building, see her trying to cum with just her thighs and a knotted crotchrope while her skirt was lifted high enough to show everything. Her hands pulled at the rope cuffs as Melissa growled and chewed her gag in frustration, pressing her legs tight together and getting no more pleasure, only an increasingly hot flowing dampness seeping into her panties.
She was going to go crazy with lust. No, she was crazy with lust. Drool trailed down her chin and dripped onto her shirt. Blindfolded and bound like this, she was utterly helpless to anyone who could step out of the darkness at any moment and lay their hands on her body, touching her, caressing her, stroking her legs or reaching up her shirt and skirt, feeling where Melissa needed them most. But she couldn't even touch her own body, her hands fingers clawed at air and the dark void, and only ever brushed against the same taut rope that kept them away from her desperate body.
Gravity restrained her, and only gravity could free her. Before long Melissa was softly pleading, begging through her gag for relief. She tried to think of her plan, of the time. Surely the ice would melt soon! She'd tested it before with a large rock, and hadn't been twenty minutes before the ice thinned enough for the pin to pull free. But with her bondage, she couldn't see the ice lock, she couldn't anticipate the melt, just hang from the ceiling and frustrate herself.
Melissa realized she was losing track of time, cycling through brief periods of anger, frustration, pleading, and endurance until she tried to escape or bring her urges to a climax. She was going to cry, she realized. It was too much for an erotic young woman like herself. This was so much more intense than she had planned, but it wasn't intense enough, not in the right places. She should have added an extra rope to connect her crotch rope to the overhead beam and make it tighter, or some other means of making herself orgasm.
The plan hadn't been to come like this, just excite herself into a frenzy, get loose and pack up before Alex came here, and go wild on him. But it was all she could think about, if she could just finger herself she could come in seconds, Melissa was sure this was the horniest she had ever been, and she would've given anything for the goddamn ice lock to break free already and let out of these ropes.
Her arms were beginning to feel sore, and her calves were feeling the pain of holding up her body on her toes. But if she relaxed her body weight pulled on her shoulders even more, which didn't help much. She was just trying to come up with a new coping strategy when she heard something. The unmistakable sound of shoes. Walking across leaves. Crunching.
Oh no. Oh no no no no-
The steps continued, drawing closer as Melissa's mind failed to form a coherent thought. But there was no forthcoming plan of action because there was no action she could take, only torment. She wished both with every atom of lust in her body Alex was the person climbing the staircase, and every other atom of her body desperately wished it was anyone, anyone but him, no one was supposed to find her like this but especially not him!
Was he early? Did the ice lock fail to release, did she lose so much time? Why was he here, now? In a burst of energy, Melissa frantically pulled at the ropes, trying to get free, trying to escape her self-bondage and make some excuse, she pulled and struggled and nothing, she couldn't get free!
The footsteps stopped just a few feet away. She froze. "Melissa?" Alex's voice asked, stunned. "Are-Are you alright? Jesus."
Melissa did manage to think about this. It was fatally embarrassing, ego-obliterating, secret-exposing, but she wasn't in any actual danger. Unable to move, make eye contact, or speak, Melissa slowly nodded. She felt a little drool trickle onto her shirt with the movement. She wished he had just found her naked. Or dead. Anything but this.
"Oh, that's good. My first thought was someone had done this to you, but then I figured it was more likely for you to kill them first. So I'm glad you're okay, like, I don't have to help bury a body or something out here."
Melissa couldn't think of an adequate response to that, so she didn't move at all. She was starting to regain a semblance of order in her mind and breath a little more easily, but her heartbeat could power a city for a day. Boil water off her cheeks.
"Um, you said to come at sunset, and I did, but am I early? I think it looked like sunset."
Melissa wondered if she had lost track of too much time walking up the hill, setting up and enjoying her predicament, or if it was more likely Alex had come too soon. The ice should've melted! It was most likely both, and to her own shock she found herself shaking her head to answer him.
He started walking again, pacing around the room. She could almost hear him thinking, loud, rambling thoughts, imagining him observing her situation through the blindfold. Imagining him looking at her, at how she must look, like this. She pressed her thighs together, and tried not to make any sounds.
"So if no one did this to you, the only conclusion is you did it to yourself."
She couldn't help the warm blush overtaking her ears, going all the way up her face. The footsteps got closer. Her heartbeat was matched by the pulse below her waist, which those ropes punished with every throb.
"Don't worry, Melissa. I think I understand. I'm kind of glad you would go so far, for me."
Although she couldn't see Alex, Melissa could imagine him standing there, looking at her tied up like this, and tried to anticipate what he was thinking. The footsteps moved away a little.
"What's this part? It looks like the ice is holding it together, but it's almost melted." He chuckled. "Good thing there's plenty of rope left to fix that."
Sudden panic welled up in Melissa's chest, as she heard the shuffling sounds of what could only be Alex tying the two ends of the ice release together, or maybe bypassing it and tying the strand suspending her wrists directly to the wall pipes. It took only a few seconds. Whatever he'd done, she was definitely stuck now. She swallowed.
Did it matter? She trusted Alex, he wouldn't hurt her, but she hadn't wanted to be like this with him. Right? Then why was she feeling this way? These ways? Like her different body parts were all disagreeing and leaving her both excited for and terrified of what could happen. Like a lit match touched where the hem of her skirt graced her thigh would leave a smoking crater of the whole building.
He came closer, stepping carefully, softly. Melissa heard him coming closer, she sensed his hand reaching out to touch her body.
Jittery with adrenaline, she lashed out at him with a kick on sheer instinct, regretting it immediately as she lost her balance and sank into the wrist bindings and spun to halt. She stood on her toes again, one shoe missing, lost somewhere in the room, and Melissa could feel how the lost millimeters of height on that foot made her position that much more difficult.
"Woah!" Alex said. "Sorry, Melissa. I was just going to wipe your chin." He didn't sound upset at all, but interested. Evaluating. Oh god.
Melissa shook her head. She'd knocked his hand away, but no, she didn't want to do that, she'd acted without thinking, like when he had first hugged her and she pushed him in the pool. But she couldn't explain herself with only nods and shakes of the head, so she did nothing but bite down on her gag.
She heard him pick something up, and realized it was the excess rope still remaining after he had secured the ice release. Before she knew what was happening, his hand grasped her right leg. She tried to kick him away again, but he was ready and easily seized her under the knee, thwarting the kick as she lost all leverage and balanced precariously the toes of her shoeless foot. She felt him begin looping the rope around her lower thigh and groaned in vain as he pulled her leg off the ground and tied off the rope to something, leaving her leg held aloft, knee now higher than her waist. She wasn't on the cheer squad this year, but was grateful she hadn't lost much flexibility. In addition to somehow making her even more helpless, it had the obvious effect of lifting her skirt.
"Melissa, you tied yourself up under your clothes too?"
Melissa moaned, and nodded. She gasped as she felt his hand touch her raised thigh, warm, stroking her smooth leg back and forth, and then slid under her skirt. The blind, gagged, bound and extremely horny girl only replied with a soft moan. All of her focus was on staying upright on her toes despite the building pain in her calf muscles and shoulders. The feeling of his warm hand on her leg was like a fire illuminating the dark void she suspended herself in, traveling up her leg and to her own fiery presence. But the fire left, leaving a warm glow on her leg, and Melissa very quietly whimpered for it to come back.
Alex stepped closer to her. She felt him touch her thigh again, prolonged, stroking her skin. She shuddered with excitement, then relaxed into her bondage a little, trying to move her rope-bound body into his. He started touching her other leg too, first below her skirt, then moving up and following the curve of her butt.
Alex removed his hands to Melissa's infinite disappointment, but it was only for a moment, as he stepped to her side and placed them on her waist. She could feel his hands locate and settle around the turns and knots of the ropes, exploring it under her shirt as he reached up her body. The hands roamed over her boobs but didn't grab or squeeze them, delicate with their exploration. He felt the shape of her breasts as his hands came to her shirt collar, then hesitated.
There was no conflict in Melissa as she nodded, once. Alex's fingers delicately and precisely unbuttoned the first, then the second, then each successive button all the way down until her plain white shirt was wide open, exposing her to him. Her chest rose up and down with big, excited breaths. She hadn't put her bra back on when tying the chest harness this afternoon.
Melissa strained to get even closer to Alex, to touch him like he touched her, but physics held in place, her body extended taut between the hook and the floor.
"You're so beautiful, Melissa," Alex said. Before she decided what to think of his words, Alex had grabbed her butt and pulled them together with one hand, and placed his other hand over her tight-knotted crotch rope. She melted into him, her body against his, quivering in the tight ropes and his strong grip, moaning and pleading through the drool-soaked gag for more and more and more as he touched and rubbed her most sensitive part. Pleasure beyond pleasure, the stress and desire of hours of feeling concentrated down to a single point in her body, where her pent-up nerves and desires were ready to explode. His contact was everywhere in the darkness, and she needed to be touched everywhere by him.
His fingers on ropes were driving her crazy, but the other hand was making her wild too, groping her ass, stroking her side, squeezing her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples. She felt a heated wind on her neck right before Alex leaned in to kiss her under her ear, his fingers brushing away the messed black hair. She groaned in pleasure and tilted her head back to give him more of her neck and he obliged, kissing over and over, and giving her tiny bites with his teeth that made her tremble and her bound hands grasp at nothing. But his touches on her pussy was so light!
"Mrgrmph!" Melissa cried through her gag. "Hrdphrf!" Harder! Harder, you dick, I'm not made of glass! Her thoughts and demands went unheard. In this state Alex's fingers were teasing her worse than she ever could have herself. If her body was free, she would grab his hand and hold it to grind on him until she came, but unable to do anything for her own pleasure in this bondage.
Alex slipped his hand in her open shirt to feel up her breast again, then pulled the shirt away. Melissa felt a hard, hot breath on her nipple as Alex bit it, his teeth sharp on the sensitive skin. The pinching pain flared in the darkness of her blind experience. He started to kiss, bite, and lick her breasts, all while Melissa writhed in wild excitement. He didn't stop his maddening slight massage over her panties, her clit desperate with a need for hard, rapid action. She tried to swing her hanging leg over him, to bring him closer to her, but it didn't have much effect. With her right leg lifted up by the rope, she was unevenly balanced, leaning into Alex for all the support he would give her, which was almost entirely on his one hand between her legs.
"Melissa," he breathed, voice hot and heavy on her mind. "Girl, you're so wet. Do you like this? Do you like it?"
Finally, he seemed to get the message, pushing his hand all the way under, almost cupping her ass from the front, then worked a finger between the cords. Melissa grunted in surprise when she felt the digit prodding her asshole through her panties, then moaned ecstatic yes yes yes sounds as he dragged his finger along her slit, parting the cords around it and pulling the hard fiber knot on her clit just a millimeter tighter onto it.
More, please, touch me more.
The pressure lifted, the ceasing of the pain-pleasure made Melissa cry out as the finger lifted away, becoming invisible in the void beyond touch. Then he touched her again, three fingers on her crotch, one on either side of the doubled rope strands and the middle finger between them, all dragging along her very wet panties and the inflamed, tortured flesh underneath. The coarse rope pinched in from the fingers felt like hard iron, his whole hand moving into a stroke which crushed on her clit and made Melissa moan from deep, deep inside her body. Alex's hand moved with strength on her now, up and down the ropes, twisting and pushing with the fingertips, toying with the knot, playing with its harsh bite on the clit. Melissa pushed against him and with him as much as she could, but her strung-up position stopped her from getting any further than a pitiful, helpless gyration in his hands.
Melissa moaned as worked on her with his hands, playing with her body in the dark void. The blindfold might truly be the most intense restraint she had inflicted on herself. "Melissa," he groaned in her ear, the surprise of his mouth so close thrilling her. His arms felt enormous closing in around her as Alex drew her into a half-hug, half groping her ass and feeling up and down the leg tied to the ceiling. She tried to follow his voice with her head, her only available movement, tried to press her face against his. She felt her cheek brush against something, maybe his cheek? His jaw? Only the slightest contact with him, it made her furious, and she bit hard on the gag to sink her anger into something.
A hand laid itself on her head, and slowly stroked down her hair to trace under her jaw and cup her chin. He said her name again, she loved how he said it, how the end was drawn out so long it might become something more entirely. She tried to respond, with only a pitiful umph for her effort. His fingers brushed her falling black locks back behind her ear, delicate enough to make her shiver, then they followed the cloth gag back to her lips. "You really can't make a sound," he said, asserting the obvious, now that he had complete control over something she had done for herself. "Afraid of being too noisy? Or do you just like having something in your mouth?"
She tried to kick at him with her suspended left leg for that, but did less than nothing. Her calf and thigh muscles were just now beginning to ache from standing on tiptoe with one leg. Melissa tried to adjust her position with a few tiny movements of her toes, but it didn't make any difference. Her fingers clawed at the rope strand holding aloft her wrists but they would never untie the knots out of reach. A girl absolutely at this boy's gentle, miserable mercies.
She felt a slight shift of air across her exposed chest and listened to Alex step around her until he was behind her dangling body. The crotchrope agitated and burned for more touches, the panties between it and her damp all the way through. "Melissa," he said, so close from the endless darkness behind her. "I can do whatever I want with this tied up schoolgirl. Anything," he said, returning a hand between her legs. "But what does she want me to do with her body?"
What does she want me to do with her body?
His words in the darkness rushed through her with a masochistic thrill. She rubbed against the hand with what meager freedom she had, luxuriating in the fingers playing over the knotted rope, stoking the hot wet fire in her sex. Another hand laid itself on her head, those fingers teasing down long straight locks of hair. It felt so good, she leaned back with the movement, exposing her neck to him. Melissa felt Alex's breath and then his lips on her jugular, then a sharp bite and nibble, releasing a moan of lust being sated by the intimate affection. He kissed her neck again and again, but the fingers playing with her pussy floated away, back into the dark. She groaned at the loss. Somewhere the ice lock released, and it was ignored.
"Melissa..." he said, hands now roaming up her torso, from hips, to stomach, across her ribs, finding her breasts. They pulled back her shirt, exposing her bound chest totally, then with a little roughness he pulled down the bra cups and tugged the fabric under the binding ropes of the chest harness. Melissa had never been this naked outside of her bedroom before. Her whole body was flush and sensitive, her nipples as pert as they could possibly be. Alex didn't hesitate before brushing them with his fingertips, then touching them more forcefully, grasping and pinching them, wringing more moaning sounds from her cloth-stuffed mouth. "Do you play with these when you touch yourself at night?" She did, not always but often enough, but what Alex was doing to her from behind her blindfolded self started driving her crazy. Her sounds and movements must have emboldened him, or he really liked teasing a girl's nipples, because he pinched, tugged, and touched them, and even more; he gently squeezed her boobs, dragged his nails up and down her ribs, provoked her, hurt her, pleased her. Air came in her throat as a gasp and went out as mewling whimpers and moans.
His right hand kept its pattern on her chest as the left drifted down under her skirt again. Pressed up against his body, Melissa could feel Alex's unmistakably hard cock against her butt. His fingers toyed with her clit through the rope, which must have been savaged beyond all feeling by now but instead seethed with more and more intensity. What does she want, Melissa thought, cock, I want him in me. I want to make him fuck me. If he wrapped one of his big strong hands around her throat and squeezed until she choked, Melissa would still want his dick first and oxygen second. His hands stroked her up and down, teased her nipples, and Melissa felt a terror this was all he would do to her, he might never make her come, she would never get to press herself on his penis until it pushed inside her neediest hole. Suddenly desperate, she thrashed in her bondage, struggling and jerking on the invincible ropes.
Alex's hand left her crotch again for an instant before smacking her on the ass, jolting her out of her frenzy. Clashing, immediate pain overwhelmed her, mixing with all her other volatile reactions. "Calm down, girl," he said, his voice certain and commanding. He slapped her other cheek, a spank neither weak nor brutal, and Melissa became perfectly still. She was an idiot, thinking there was anything she could do in this situation. Her mind cleared, and filled anew with a layered cocktail of thoughts. All the feelings of her body, her pent-up need to have an orgasm or three, her blinded eyes, then a layer of anguish and blooming pain across her ass, topped off with a finish of shame that she had wanted to control any of it. She had no control, she'd let Alex take it all away, and now she was his. His toy, his plaything, his slave, his hot sexy schoolgirl of his wildest fantasies.
"Did you like that?" he said. She loved it. Melissa nodded in response, mentally begging him to continue.
Spank, another spank and everything in her overflowed a hundredfold, bringing her right up to the peak, to the edge. Melissa new she was right there, just a little more playing with her clit, a vibrator, a vigorous fingering or fucking and she would cum so hard she'd wake up in the hospital. But it wasn't enough, couldn't be. She knew herself and lightning-hot pain radiating from her ass cheeks made her realize she didn't want to come until Alex made her do it, on purpose, on his command. He spanked her again, and again, and again, then lightly stroked her injured cheeks with both hands. Melissa was clay in them, limp in her ropes, lost in a submissive sea.
"You're so hot," Alex said, "but you've been up there for a while." He untied the rope holding up her leg, letting it mercifully drop down so she could stand on the balls of two feet instead of one. Then Melissa heard him reach up, and loosen easily open the locking clasp and remove the loop of rope holding her arms up. She dropped back on her heels and almost sagged in relief, Alex holding her body as her arms lowered and the pain in her shoulders adjusted into entirely new shapes. She wiggled her wrists in their bonds and flexed her fingers, and still felt assured nothing had gone wrong with the cuffs, which now had a loose trailing end but remained secure. Alex skimmed up her body with a fingernail, between her breasts, up her neck, jaw, and finally to the gag, and pried it out of her mouth.
"Mrgh," Melissa said, as the knotted bandana popped out, and Alex pulled the second stuffing cloth out. She got a deep breath in, and felt Alex's hand touching the blindfold, and grabbed it with her tied hands. "Wait. Can... Can you keep the blindfold on?" Her throat felt dry. "Don't take it off yet. Please."
Unexpectedly, but adoringly, Alex kissed her, full on the lips, then with more than lips. Melissa kissed back, hungry for his tongue, trying to use all of hers, and they were making out with more passion than breathable air. Melissa felt herself be moved in the darkness, touching and pressing against a wall, which wall she had no idea, but it was the first solid surface other than the ground she'd felt in a long time. They made full use of it, Alex pinning her to it with his chest and hips while his arms and legs mixed up with hers like they both had to make as much contact up and down their limbs and faces as possible. Melissa's hands were trapped at her waist, and she felt Alex's dress shirt rubbing on her breasts and nipples as they ground on each other. When his leg pushed between hers, her eyes almost rolled back into her head from the weight of his hard muscled thigh on the crotchrope. It was insane he still had his shirt on, somehow, and Melissa grabbed at his waist to pull it out from where it had stayed neatly tucked all this time. Alex seized her bound wrists and pushed them away, then Melissa heard what could only be a horny dude whipping a long-sleeve shirt off with record speed.
She didn't need her sight to know what was before her now. Blind, her tied hands pushed into the empty dark until they spread flat against the huge sculpted chest of a man who lifted weights and practiced football in the sun, often shirtless. He had pecs and abs, with the lean definition of tennis and swimming, an athletic jack of all trades. Melissa explored the slopes and valleys of his body, feeling out his masculine geography, and finding the peaks of his nipples, remembering all over again what Alex had done to hers. She broke away from the constant kissing and kissed her way down his body, swirling her tongue around his nipple and giving it a playful bite.
He grunted, and pushed her back against the wall. "None of that," he said, and Melissa smiled without regret. He fingered the damp gag hanging around her neck, like he was thinking it wasn't such a bad idea. Melissa took his wrist and pushed it all the way down until it was between them. What does this girl want?
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Alex, please."
"Melissa," he said, finally and shockingly forcing her rope and panties aside and plunging in with a finger. She gasped, Alex smothering her with another deep kiss while the finger curled and raked her inside-out. Her vagina gushed and clenched around the single digit, it was nothing like how she fingered herself alone but it was enormous and not enough and he flexed and dragged the finger up and down in her. She covered his fingers with her lust like a crushed fruit. Melissa moaned into his mouth while the palm of his hand ground the knotted rope against her and his finger-fucking accelerated, entering her with a second finger which more than doubled the pleasure from the brutal rubbing. "Fuck, you're soaked, you're so wet."
"Yes, fuck me," she cried, "fuck me, fuck, fuck--" she was up against the wall, tied up and pinned against Alex's body, she was going to come like this, she was going to come first and she had barely touched him. She tried to speak, to tell him to stop, but he was fingering her too hard and too harshly and her brain was raging horny to use words. After grinding with his hand she gripped his forearm and pushed it back a moment, sagging to the side. She couldn't see his face, whatever expression he made, what he was thinking behind his eyes, but she found and pulled at the waist of his pants and managed to say "belt," before dropping to her knees. The ground was dirty and crunched leaves under her new position.
"Melissa, do you want this?" Alex asked, but put a hand on her head, and his voice turned more dominant. "Does this girl a dick in her mouth? Does she want a hard penis shoved in her throat?" His grip on her head was strong all around her skull, holding her right where he wanted her, exactly where she belonged. His power over her helped her find the right words, despite the rapid pulsating throb in her clit and achingly empty hole, warmed by the dull ember glow of the strikes on her ass. She felt the bulge in his pants with both hands.
"I want", Melissa said, catching her breath, "you to take off your belt, Alex, and pull out your cock." She felt high and breathless, like she'd one too many surges of adrenaline. But on her knees, tied and blindfolded? There was no stopping now. She just wanted one more cruelty. She heard Alex do as she asked, the tiny clink of the belt buckle followed by leather sliding out of each loop around his waist. Then she smelled more than heard him expose his dick, a heavy odor of a little sweat, a little fragrance left from washing his body or his underwear, and strong tinge of precum. She couldn't see it, but imagined it must only be an inch from her face, and licked her lips.
"Now," she said, "put the belt around my neck. Please, Alex, not too tight, but I want your belt leashed around my neck while I suck your cock. Please." She pressed her fingers between her thighs, squirming and dripping. She felt terrified he might refuse and crazy for asking, but she could picture it, imagine how his belt would feel closed tight around her neck, and she wanted it.
Alex sounded like he was smiling, saying "You are too cute and too sexy when you beg like that," and slipped the improvised coller over her head. Melissa thought she was never going to see him wearing the uniform belt for these last few weeks before graduation without getting wet again. It fell into place on her throat, and she reflexively took a deep breath as Alex drew it tight, then lifted her bound wrists over her head on instinct, and opened wide. The subtle constriction felt good, a gratifying depth of trust to put in his hands.
He didn't need to be told to take her wrists too, twisting the lead rope and belt together until they were wrapped in his fist, pulled taut over her head. Alex's other hand settled in a comfortable grip in her hair, pulling her head forward to his dick while holding her wrists back, with no slack left the belt tightened on her throat at the same time as the cock touched her mouth and thrust deeper. Smell, taste, and force flooded her mouth and flowed around her tongue as she closed her lips and licked it with her tongue. Eyes closed, she tasted skin, salt and precum, everything she wanted, and it overpowered her other senses.
He dragged her forward by the hair while pushing deeper with his hips, and Melissa squirmed with the realization she'd barely taken the head as the rest of his penis thrust in. She tried to pull away, knees spreading wider for more balance and leverage, but Alex didn't budge an inch, pulling the rope and belt further until it was braced on the wall and holding her head down on his hard dick. He dominated her in a tug-of-war to strangle her while she choked on cock. Melissa had no mercy and no escape. He drew back an inch or two for a moment, and Melissa got a hasty breath through her nostrils before he drove it back in. His control and her bondage were so strong Melissa was cut down to nothing but a jaw and a tongue. She used all she had, every half-breath and exhalation a moan as Alex inflicted the rhythm of his hips and fists on her. Melissa whole body rocked with the movement, her pussy throbbing and clenching in jealousy of the rapid fucking her mouth was taking.
Melissa gasped her first deep breath in a minute when Alex pulled his dick all the way out, and released her hair. The belt went slack, and her hands dropped to her lap. She tingled all over, sweating from strain and struggle, suffused with a kind of horny bliss. Like Melissa had found something she had been looking for and also dreading, something exciting, dangerous and sexy. A good feeling, like nailing a stunt in front of everyone instead of injuring herself on the gym floor. She tasted Alex everywhere she could taste.
That was as far as her mind got because Alex grabbed her head and thrust his penis back in her open panting mouth. "Fuck, you make me so hard it hurts," he said, tightening the belt again. "Do you like my cock? Do you like my hard cock in your mouth?" Melissa licked and sucked and half-swallowed him, listening to his words get mixed with savage grunts of effort. Her bound hands were loose from his grasp now, and without thinking Melissa pulled his pants low enough to get at Alex's dick and balls in the dark.
"Ah, ugh, ah, fuck," were only sounds he could make as Melissa cupped and played with hot and hairy testicles while her other hand pumped his slick shaft from the base to her mouth in sync with his thrusting. With her hands at his crotch she had the measure of him, aggressively stroking and sucking him until Alex released short gasping moans. Her throat was tightened by fierce tugs of the belt, but she didn't stop. She moved faster and faster, gripping and releasing the penis to her swallowing mouth on each stroke, getting the cock deeper each until she fully throated his hard swollen head. "M-M-M-I'm gonna, I'm gonna come--"
No breath, no mind, Melissa's mouth filled with cock beginning to spasm like a bursting heart against her tongue and throat, and she slid back a millimeter for the first jet of his orgasm squirting in. Pump, swallow, pump, swallow, Alex trembled as Melissa used hand and mouth to squeeze and suck him harder than he could ever kiss, pin or choke her. Spurt after spurt blasted down his penis and Melissa drained him of every drop. His hand on her head had no control left, was barely guiding her, and the end of the belt had fallen limp over her shoulder. Finally, after endless repeated pleasures, Alex pushed her back and she let him go.
"That... holy shit," he said, after regaining enough air to speak.
Not much more eloquent or oxygen-supplied, Melissa said "Mmm." Her thoughts were sluggish and cum-covered, slowly getting the last of it down. She pulled up the collar of her totally open shirt and wiped the mouth. The crotchrope was a painful embrace and made her want to fidget.
"You're crazy, you're way too good at that." He took a deep breath. "Time out?"
Melissa nodded. "There's, uh, there's water in the bag." Then, suddenly, she saw the collision of light and shadow as Alex took the blindfold from her head and kissed her, very deeply. Still kneeling, she leaned into the kiss, fingertips on the floor to keep from falling over. Alex brushed her hair back and kissed her again, then got up to find the water bottles.
It was dark now, with deep dusky shadows and Alex's shirtless body all that was distinct in the gloom, which lent him a little reflective glow from what little sweat he had worked up. He drained half a large bottle and handed her the rest. She gulped it down, and looked up at him.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Men need more than a minute, you kinky bitch," he replied, laughing.
"Maybe your penis does," Melissa said, putting the bottle aside and crawling toward him across the dirty leaf-strewn floor. She had lost the other shoe in here somewhere, and her socks were getting filthier, but she didn't care. The unclean shack reeked of arousal. "But you don't need it to play with my body."
"Brace of you to say that, when you were almost cutting off your own windpipe to get said dick in it a few minutes ago," Alex said, making Melissa feel a pang of embarrassment. But she wanted more, to ascend higher and descend lower than she had so far. She crept a little closer, until she was truly kneeling at his feet.
"You're right, Alex", she said, "I've been too assertive, and I'm sorry. I kicked at you, told you what to do, and tried to take control of your cock with my mouth." Melissa raised her bound wrists to her chest, growing hotter inside with every word. "And I'm still doing it now. I'm a bad, bad girl, and I need to be punished. Spank me. Break me into little pieces. You can... you can use the belt, if your hand hurts... if you like."
Alex stroked her hair again, like a cherished pet. It was wonderful, but it wasn't what she wanted, craved right now, and the mixed emotions made her lean into his hand and bite her lip. Please Alex, go hard and rough, make me scream. I'll be good, I'll be gagged, I'm so horny I could die. Drive me crazy because I want to lose my mind.
"You look so lovely just like this," Alex said, bending down to lower his face to hers. He kissed her lightly on the lips, listening to the soft pants of desire from the girl as he lifted his mouth just out of reach. "But you need to be hurt more." His hand tightened into a fist in her hair, and Melissa cried out from the sudden pain as he shoved her down. "On the ground, you dirty girl."
"Yes sir," Melissa said without hesitation, putting her tied hands on the floor before Alex pushed her face into it. His right hand had hold of her hair at the back of her neck and his strength was irresistible.
"Ass up," Alex said. "Higher. You're flexible."
Melissa complied, arching her back, no sooner sticking her butt in the air enough to feel the cool air all the way up her exposed thighs before a loud slap struck it without warning. She jumped a little, but not far as Alex held her down by force, striking her ass a second time with his bare hand. Melissa yelped and groaned, wiggling from the waves of pain until she could mentally brace herself for a third spank.
It didn't come. Instead, his fingers ran between her reddening cheeks, probing the knotted crotchrope for its most intensely sensous points. "Does that feel good?" Alex asked, circling the knot on her clit.
"Oh, yes, yes." Melissa said, among other sounds.
Alex spanked her, hard. "And does that feel good?"
"Yes, it feels so good," she said, words fusing into a moan of pure pleasure when Alex started feeling and groping where she had been spanked, blending out the sharp pains with lover's touch while his right hand never relented from her hair. Melissa spread her legs snd pushed her hips back against the hand. Sunk down until nearly flat, she gave up on not getting her clothes covered in leaves and dust so Alex's firm hands could have their way with her. "Don't stop."
"Didn't you say it was bad to tell me what to do?" He said, then further chastised her with another slap to her butt.
"Ah! Yes! I won't do it again!" The spanking continued, a sharp painful rhythm drummed out with her buttocks and her gasps. At this angle her skirt covered nothing at all, and her pain ties definitely didn't save her from his merciless strikes. Each shudder and jolt pulled on the crotchrope for just a little more pain. Melissa thought her skin was hot to the touch all over and her ass was on fire.
The beating subsided, and he released her hair. Melissa moaned with Alex's hand playing over her pussy again. "You were right about one thing," he said, fingers trailing up the rope and under her skirt to the waist. "This spanking thing is hard on my palms. So I'm going to switch to the belt now."
The loose clink of the belt buckle sent a chill up Melissa's spine. "Also," he continued, standing behind her, "untie that rope over your pussy and pull down your panties. They're in the way."
Melissa swallowed. I want this, she thought, even if things spiraled out of control today, right? Her fingers worked quickly to loosen the evil rope, heart hammering. She liked Alex a lot and may have fantasized about sleeping with him, but she had not expected their first time to be like this. Every logical reason to stop and take things slower was denied as Melissa freed herself of the crotchrope with sweet relief, dragged her panties down across her sensitively spanked cheeks, and bent over on all fours. Or threes, given her wrists. Melissa arched her back, spread her knees a little, and wiggled her hips enticingly, or so she hoped, and glanced over her should to enjoy Alex's reaction.
She looked just in time to see his arm raise his folded belt and slash down at her butt, making her suck in a breath and brace for impact. The burst of and loud snap of the leather raced up her body. "Ahh!" Melissa yelled out, hissing a tense gasp of air. "Ow, it hurts."
Melissa jumped at the sound of another slap of the belt, but it was Alex striking his own outstretched hand. "It does," he said cheerfully, and whipped her again.
It stung so much worse when unprepared. Melissa groaned and dipped her head onto her forearms, loose cloth gag dangling around her neck. Her ass pulsed and flowed with pain like heated metal. Alex cracked the belt in empty air loud enough to startle her, then hit her for real a moment later. "Ah-ah-ah-owie," she whimpered, shuddering in tune to the waves of pain.
"I think I'm getting the hang of this," Alex replied. Yes, you are, and I'm in trouble, she thought. He stepped closer, planting a foot on the rope trailing from her wrists, shutting down any foolish thoughts about squirming away. She did not have any of those left. Melissa felt the hard leather of the belt brush over the skirt half-covering her beaten butt and felt good, but not as good as a hand would feel.
Despite not being blindfolded, she couldn't see what Alex was thinking, only look up at him from the side. A dark, menacing angle, night shadows too deep for sight. Unrestricted eyesight not helping her much, Melissa wished for the blindfold again, and for anything to touch her desperately wet pussy, even the crotchrope. She bit her lip as Alex reached down and swept back her pleated skirt, fully exposing her naked sex to him for the first time.
His hand worked its way over the sensitive curve of her butt and reached her raging hot pussy, where his fingertips gently pushed aside her labia, and came close to her clit. Melissa huffed loud, rapid breaths. Please please please--she pushed back with her hips on his fingers, eager, desperate to get them inside her. She could feel the slightest currents of cool night air on her clit, until Alex's hand responded by plowing through the valley of her sex and rolling roughshod over her clit. Melissa moaned as he found it, circled it and rubbed it with a reckless intensity which would have been too much for her alone in her bed but was just what she needed now. "Yes, yes, Alex, like that, keep doing th--ow!"
The pleasure stopped simultaneously as she was whipped with the folded belt. "Don't tell me what to do," Alex said. "Bad girl." He delivered a bruising hit as Melissa tried to beg forgiveness, interrupting her words and locking her ecstasy in a cage of pain.
Melissa flooded with guilt and shame and unexpressed horniness, wrists tugging on the trailing rope Alex had pinned to the ground. "Please, Alex, I'm sorry I'll stop--" her words cut off again as another whip-slap on her exposed ass sounded in the dark room. It hurt so much, merging and blending like waves in the sea. Her ass must look like a beach at sunset. Then he whipped her again, breaking past all inner control Melissa still clung to. She cried out, an ungagged, unrestricted plea, blinking tears from her eyes.
It hurt overwhelmingly, and at the same time it felt good and right, because she had been a bad girl again, and he was doing the right thing to her just like she said he should. But it hurt so much and it was everything she craved.
Alex dropped the belt to the ground, placing both hands on her agonized ass cheeks, his body close enough Melissa could half-lean against him for support. "Are you going to be a bad girl?" he asked, and firmly spanked her with his left hand.
Melissa groaned, her bound hands grasping at the shoe of Alex's foot holding them to the floor. "No," she said, soft and meek."
A"Will you be obedient?" he said, spanking her right side.
"Ahh, yes!"
"Yes what?" another spank on her left.
"Yes sir," Melissa said, the words automatic, like he was a teacher or coach wielding this authority over her, power she'd given up with lustful abandon.
"Good," Alex said, his voice from behind low and assertive. He spanked her again. "Good girl, you sound so sexy like that."
Alex spanked and spanked her with his hands, and each time he struck Melissa panted, gasped, and moaned. She couldn't help it, she was completely past helping it. Alex touched her, and she made noise. Words lost, thoughts only of more, more, yes, yes.
The hurtful rhythm slowed to a halt, and Melissa fought for conscious order while her head was swimming in endorphins. Alex brushed her skirt back over her butt, or as much as it covered when she was on hands and knees, ass sticking up like this. Then, somehow perversely, despite everything, he reached under it to stroke her pussy. Melissa felt heavenly under this touch, sighing in approval.
"You're so hot," Alex said, cresting the entrance of her vagina. His fingers teased and probed, making her squirm. Fuck, I can't take this anymore. Are you sadistic or shy? Quit teasing a girl, it's too much! She ached inside with tension and the urge to climax. Then Alex slid two fingers into her easily, and she groaned and rocked back against them. Melissa reeled and spasmed as Alex worked with the length and breadth of the digits, stroking and pleasuring her knuckle after knuckle."Holy shit, you're flooded," he said, rushing his fingers back and forth across her g-spot, and Melissa could only pant and moan into her forearms in response. Knots were forming and releasing in the muscles inside her, and her pussy clenched and seeped from the steady fingerbanging.
Her clit felt like a hard point, a trigger to throw her over the edge of orgasm if he fingered it too. Melissa tried to reach for it, but her bound hands stopped short of her waist, and ended up with her hair and face on the floor while struggling against the ropes held down under her captor's heel. He wasn't shy of anything now, constant bursting pleasure flow from her cunt. Melissa moaned as he grabbed hold of her sore ass and got a deeper angle to fuck her with his fingers. She gasped, almost growled, fighting her bondage and submitting to Alex's mean fucking fingers, her own hands unable to touch her clit and finding only the panties stretched taut between her knees, damper than she remembered, was she dripping? Was she that wet? Alex made her insanely horny, if she stood up she'd spill and he was still fingering her, hotter and hotter.
"Ugh, oh my god Alex, oh my god," Melissa muttered between moans. "Give it to me Alex, fuck me, give your cock!"
Alex pulled his fingers, out, out, all the way out, then slapped his hand down in a painful spank. It didn't hurt, it didn't hurt at all except for the emptiness without him in her, the spank just felt good and throbbing. "Yes Alex, please, more," she begged. He spanked her again, and again, and again. The pain-cage of ecstasy broke open. He pushed his thumb in her and cupped her pussy with the rest of his hand, fingertips brushing over her labia and clit. She saw sparks. "No no no no," she wailed, as Alex pumped his thumb in and out while circling the last bastion of will. She didn't want to come yet, but he would force her to come in seconds.
"Yes, no, make up your mind, girl," Alex said, "you should see yourself, laying on the ground, ass up for me to play with, hands just out of reach. Do you like this? Are you begging me to stop or keep going?"
Melissa bit the sleeve of her shirt, holding onto the idea of not coming as hard as she could despite Alex's words and heavy stroking her oversensitive sex. Thinking in words instead of cunt and cock was almost impossible, but she said "Please, Alex, your dick, I want your dick, Alex, please."
He didn't let up, she would come in moments. "Please what?"
"Please sir!"
"You're too quiet, girl, beg louder."
Melissa wailed with no regard for how loud or quiet she was being. "Fuck me with your cock, fuck--put it in, make, make me come with your cock."
Without looking, Melissa could hear him grin with his next words. "Say you love me."
"I love you! I love you--" and Alex ripped out his thumb and thrust his cock all the way in her. The savage torrent collided down the depth of her pussy in mind-blowing pleasure. It was more than she had ever felt or taken before but after waiting so long she was ready from, but only a split second after he thrust in, Alex drew back and thrust in her again, and it was as intense as before, and Melissa realized in shock every single thrust would be so intense as Alex reached a rhythm of pounding her over and over, gripping her by the waist for leverage.
He rammed in to the base of his cock, and what was too much for her mouth was overflowing joy for her cunt. Each time his pelvis met her spanked ass cheeks with a whap the pain was mixed and drowned in the rest of her senses. He had stepped off the rope keeping her hands away from her crotch, but now she needed them to brace against the floor so her face didn't get shoved into it with the force of his body. It might not matter, Melissa felt a hot sweaty fire all over her, and she might get fucked so hard she came without touching her clit. "Alex, I, I'm, I'm," she tried to say.
"I wanna look at you," Alex said, breathless. He pulled out, grabbed her by the shoulders to pull her upright before half-turning, half-shoving her back to the ground. Melissa didn't resist him, ending up on her side while Alex dragged her panties the rest of the way off her legs and tossed them aside. In the dark, she got a good look at him as he took one of her legs in each hand and laid her on her back. His silhouette, his hair, his jaw, his muscular build, and the glint of his fierce, lusty eyes set only on consuming her. He held her thighs and lifted her legs over his shoulders, his hard cock touching her entrance. Melissa lifted her head towards him, feeling a little strain in the arch of her spine, and Alex met her halfway for a kiss, then thrust in his penis.
Melissa sighed, and in a few pumps Alex had her moaning with each one, stoked to a blaze as hot as before the position change. Melissa felt him fuck her little slower, drawing his cock nearly all the out before thrusting in at an angle which rammed across her g-spot, then back again. He had a strong grip on her legs but she could still use them, twisting with and against his shaft to her carnal satisfaction. Melissa lowered her bound hands to her crotch and started touching her clit, the familiar technique disrupted and amplified by the vigorously pounding cock. Alex increased the pace, and Melissa rubbed harder.
She loved how he fucked her, the pleasure enhanced by the sight of body, his abs tense and hips pumping. His dick stroked in and out, forced into the line against her core from his hold on her legs, deep but not so deep it hurt, feeling so good she wanted to lose focus on him and let her eyes roll back in her head. He was so strong and stiff Melissa wanted to break on him from every thrust.
They both felt it, building, oncoming release, hurtling to the edge together, fucking each other loud and senseless. First Melissa, unlocking what she had restrained with will alone, and then Alex, feeling her start to spasm and redoubling his thrusts, Melissa cried and moaned and Alex growled and grunted. A rush of fluid coated his cock at the same time as he pulled it away from Melissa, forcing jet upon jet over her exposed body and bindings of her chest harness. Melissa kept fingering herself, furiously grinding her clit and fucking her pussy with her other hand until she came once again, blasting her vagina in pleasure that stormed through her from head to toe before Alex finished spewing from his dick.
Melissa lay limp, unable to think or move, unable to feel time pass in any way but the after-sex throbs pulsing in her delirium. Covered leaves and dirt, sweat cooling from every pore, hair and uniform a wreck, and bruised, she was light as sunshine. Every muscle loose and weak along her bones, her brain shocked to its roots, she relaxed more comfortably than with a massage in a spa.
She had let go of something today, which was only possible with Alex to catch it. Shame? Normality? Pride? She didn't know exactly what, but it felt good to be rid of it, entrusted to another's care. She felt the man so trusted take her by the hand, slowly realizing he was trying to untie the knot securing the loops of rope cuffing her wrists.
"That was..." she said, trailing off.
"That was... yeah," he said, echoing her. Alex fumbled in the dark, not making any progress. "It got too tight, and I can't see."
"Bag," Melissa said.
"Flashlight?"
"Safety scissors."
"Got it."
Melissa slowly sat up until Alex fished the scissors from her duffel and started cutting her free. Once done, she untied the chest harness, which was much easier to loosen without the strain of her dangling body tightening the knot. Alex handed her the bottle of water after having a swig himself.
"Ah, that's good," she said, once it was gulped down. "Now, just have to..." she tried to stand, but wobbled and dropped back to a kneeling crouch, last year's cheer instincts balancing her at the last moment.
Alex was beside in an instant, arms wrapped around her. He smelled amazing. "You're not doing anything, take a break," he said.
"Gotta clean the--"
"Shut up," Alex said, kissing her.
"Mmm," Melissa purred, snuggling into his arms. "Okay, if you kiss me again." He did so. She sank into the embrace, becoming a pool of herself while his mouth played with her own.
At last he broke away. "Wow," Alex said. "Didn't expect to do all that, to be honest. Hope it was alright."
"No, it was more than alright, Alex," Melissa replied. "It was so good, it felt wonderful."
"To be honest I was pretty scared the whole time. Like, I didn't know what was going on, and I didn't want to mess up, but also I knew you started this and I shouldn't... de-escalate or something."
Probably should have, Melissa thought. That would've been the completely normal thing. But I wouldn't like you so much if I thought you would be completely against this kind of thing, even if it went further than I planned.
She realized she had been quiet for a moment too long when Alex continued, saying "Never figured you were this kind of girl, or any of the girls at our school. It's so prudish, you hide it pretty well."
"Nobody else knows," Melissa said. "Only you."
"Really? None of your friends know you like this?"
"No one. Like you said, prudes."
"Wow," Alex said, glancing away, eyebrows furrowed. "Huh." Then he kissed her again.
"Huh?" Melissa said, when she was free to speak again.
"It's too bad we didn't get together like this sooner," he said, "since we're going to different colleges."
An ice-cold shower of doubt and loss washed Melissa clean of all her post-coital bliss. God fucking damn it, she thought, you had to go and say it. Fuck. Then Melissa was mad at herself for being mad at him, even for just a moment, because he had only said a perfectly reasonable thing to think of, and she was the one ignoring the elephant in the shack as hard as she could.
Because Melissa had a full-ride scholarship to NYU and Alex had a full-ride to UC Berkeley. Total opposite sides of the country, and neither of them would ever be stupid enough to give that up for someone they met in the last year of high school. Two-thousand and six hundred fucking miles apart. She hugged him tight, burying her face in his chest.
"Don't talk about that," she whispered.
"We still have a few mon--"
"Don't. Alex, please," Melissa said.
He quieted, embracing her as tight as she him, only with much bigger, stronger, more muscly arms which made her feel warm and safe. Even though those same arms were what beat her butt so bad it still glowed red in her mind like a cartoon. She took several deep breaths, trying to memorize this moment, so she could cherish (and, to be honest, fantasize) about it later. Then she could let go of him and try to stand up again.
Alex helped her up, which she appreciated but also wanted to have looked super tough, an unsolvable paradox. It took several minutes of using their phone flashlights to figure out where every discarded article of clothing or bondage had gone and get tidied away. Most of Melissa's clothes were predictably filthy, but without anything to change into, there wasn't much choice but to button up her tousled uniform and rake the leaves out of her hair.
"It's not a bad look," Alex tried, "like you're a forest nymph or something."
Melissa didn't buy it. "More like I fell out of a tree." The worst were her panties. Holding them in her hands, it was apparent her incredibly horny dampness had let them pick up even more dirt grime from a few minutes on the floor than anything else. Gross. She couldn't imagine putting these on now, maybe not even after a wash. "These can stay," she said.
Then she looked at Alex. "Unless you want them."
"Nah, I like your idea," he said, hefting her duffel bag, once again full of rope and nonsense. Melissa nodded, secretly thankful. It wasn't that she was against the idea of swapping underwear, but this absolutely should not be the first pair to do so.
"Besides," Alex said, moving behind her, "it means you're nice and open for this," and smoothly slid a hand up her skirt and his fingers across her slit. Melissa closed her eyes from the shockingly good-feeling touch and had to grab the nearest solid thing in the room to not sway in place, which was Alex himself. His hand retracted, leaving her just a tiny bit cold down there.
"Careful," she said, "still a little sensitive. Obviously."
He chuckled. "Obviously. Shall we?"
They held hands as they made their way through the woods back to the path, and out of the park. Melissa was content to mostly lean on Alex as they walked, and despite the darkness of early night suffusing the trees, legs so tired she couldn't run from anything lunging out of the dark, and her lack of underwear, did not feel unsafe in any way.
"This was pretty great," Alex said, after a while. "No idea how, but we should do more of this, while we can."
"We should."
"Terrible timing, but there's summer. Anyway, I'm hungry. Wanna get ice cream? Kerry's Creamery is close."
"I can't walk to Kerry's, Alex, I'm so worn out I can barely move."
"I'll carry you," he said.
"Alex, you can't just carry me there," Melissa said, imagining what she would look like.
"Sure I can. In fact, I can just tie you up again and throw you over my shoulder. Got everything I need right here," he replied, lifting her bag of gear. "Walk right up to the counter while you're helpless and flashing your ass at everyone, and say 'one for me and one for the lady, less cream for the her, she's already had enough'--"
Melissa punched him in the arm. "Oh my god, no, you jerk!"
Alex chuckled, like he was amused at an idea which had Melissa mortified. "Relax," he said, "I'm only joking."
Then he bent down and scooped her up without even dropping the bag, like it was easy. How is he so freaking fit, she wondered, putting her arms around his shoulders. "Half joking," Alex corrected.
"Okay, fine, you can carry me to ice cream," Melissa said, and rolled her eyes. "But Alex, I can't sit down."
"You will. I'll make you." Alex said, and kissed her.
Oh, Melissa thought, knowing for certain if Alex ordered onto one of the stools at Kerry's, she would obey without question, even if her butt screamed in agony the whole time.
And so she did, and so it did. Who knew ice cream could be so excruciatingly delicious.
- Melissa had planned to wear the tight ropes all day at school, but thankfully, she only managed to tie them on after gym class, avoiding discomfort for the rest of the day.
- Due to the tightness of the ropes around her waist, even a slight change in stride would cause discomfort, especially under her skirt.
- Melissa worried that the gentle breeze might pick up while they walked, potentially revealing her secret binding to Alex.
- She found the abandoned utility building by chance, an ideal location for her self-bondage and tease and denial session with Alex.
- Melissa could barely contain her excitement as she finished preparing for her bondage session, feeling the intense pressure of the ropes and knots on her body, despite her self-imposed gag.
