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Trapped in Hell - Prologue 2
🕑 Added 2020-04-12 19:03:12 +0000 UTC"So, how do you like it so far?", Kimber asked while inspecting the scene unfolding underneath her. Akari was giving their client a taste of her masturbation skills, softly moaning and pleasuring herself, putting her pussy at his sight yet out of his reach. Brian was mad with lust, to say the least. The girls had been teasing him all night long. Now the sun was already lighting up the spacious loft and the poor guy’s penis had been rock hard for hours on end, kept that way not only by relentless teasing but the tight rubber bands Akari and Saya had applied to his shaft and testicles.
Up until now, this had been a “normal” evening: the girls had tied him in a spread eagle position, fastened by their inescapable steel shackles, and teased him until he begged for release – which they’d always used to grant him eventually. But tonight, everything was a little different. They had been stroking his vulnerable body with their silky nylons, used their perfect bodies to visually get him wild – but never actually touched his manhood. “Please!”, Brian said, struggling to turn his head in a way he could make eye contact with Kimber, “Please let them touch my cock! They won’t listen to me!”
“You know the rules”, Kimber said and smirked down on the helpless man, “What kind of service would this be if you could just decide when and what we got to do with your body? Once you’re tied down, you have no say!” Over the course of the past year since their first meeting, the devious women had explored Brian’s fetishes and limits until they knew him better than he had ever known himself. They knew how much he hated being denied his wishes, but also how much doing so fueled his arousal. How turned on he was by all kinds of hosiery. Also, they had constantly tried to talk him into more extreme and longer predicaments. What had started as a little tie-and-tease session had soon become days being bound and stroked to the edge of orgasm by their skilled hands and feet. On one occasion, he had even spent a weekend as their slave, licking them to orgasm after orgasm while his cock was helplessly throbbing. Every time, they made sure to prepare some paperwork comprising their latest agreement and having him sign it. To protect themselves from any legal issues, they said. Brian had willingly signed everything, doubting those documents would stand a chance in any actual trial.
Their latest idea, the one Kimber had talked about earlier that evening, was by far the most extreme. Basically, Brian was to sign up for an indefinite amount of time. There would be no hard limit anymore for them to keep him as long as they wanted. The mere thought of that kept Brian awake at night... but wasn't that going too far? "Maybe we can arrange your cock being taken care of", Kimber said, "if you agree to have another talk about our deal..." She smiled while Brian eagerly nodded yes! For fucks sake, what harm could it do?
