13-05-2019, 03:55 PM
"Oh my God, Deepak. Please, I'll sign your paper but please don't make me do that."
Deepak smiled at her obvious terror.
"Are you saying you've never had anal before?"
"No! ... Never! ... Deepak. Please. I've never done that."
"My dear, your input will always be appreciated, but it's important for you to accept and understand that if you sign this, your tight ass is going to become my property. You can try to persuade me otherwise, but the final decision of whether and when to take that cherry will be mine. Understood?"
She toyed briefly with the notion of simply standing up and walking out of the house, but she knew Deepak would make good on his threat to distribute the compromising photos. Archana was very aware that if the pictures ever got out she would never be able to unring the bell. Quite simply, she was caught, she had no way out and she knew it. With a pitiful moan she scribbled her name on the signature line and then filled in the date before handing it back to Deepak. He looked it over and then signed his name to complete its execution before putting it back in the envelope.
"Alright, Mrs. Michael. You are officially one of my possessions now. Stand up, please."
Archana got up from the couch and stood unsteadily on her tall heels still wearing only her pantyhose. The boy had her turn around away from him and he pulled her wrists together and began wrapping them with a short length of cotton rope he had surreptitiously brought with him from the bedroom. He pulled the loops extremely tight as he knotted them and he then used a second length to bind her elbows in similar fashion. When he finished he swatted her behind affectionately, quite pleased with himself as he spun her around so he could play with her enormous breasts.
"I think it's important to always start off on the right foot — or, in this case, the left boob." He snorted with amusement at his little joke. As he made the lame pun Deepak pinched her nipples hard with both hands and he snickered to himself as Archana squealed from the pain. He then pushed the fleshy mounds together, mashing them like two pillows between his palms.
The psychological stress was taking a toll on the captured housewife and the ropes definitely created their intended effect of making her feel both controlled and possessed. She began crying softly as he manhandled her. Unfortunately for Archana, the boy had a sadistic streak that accompanied his need to dominate and control his sexual partners. He planned to break Archana emotionally and he intended to enjoy every minute of the process.
"I think its time we visited my boudoir, Mrs. Michael."
With that, Deepak bent down and scooped her up, hoisting Archana over his shoulder like a roll of carpet. The boy's bony shoulder dug into her midsection as she hung dbangd over his back with her bound arms caught painfully behind her while her long hair brushed against the back of his legs. Deepak ran his hands over her nylon covered thighs and he whistled happily as he made his way down the hall toward his bedroom.
Deepak smiled at her obvious terror.
"Are you saying you've never had anal before?"
"No! ... Never! ... Deepak. Please. I've never done that."
"My dear, your input will always be appreciated, but it's important for you to accept and understand that if you sign this, your tight ass is going to become my property. You can try to persuade me otherwise, but the final decision of whether and when to take that cherry will be mine. Understood?"
She toyed briefly with the notion of simply standing up and walking out of the house, but she knew Deepak would make good on his threat to distribute the compromising photos. Archana was very aware that if the pictures ever got out she would never be able to unring the bell. Quite simply, she was caught, she had no way out and she knew it. With a pitiful moan she scribbled her name on the signature line and then filled in the date before handing it back to Deepak. He looked it over and then signed his name to complete its execution before putting it back in the envelope.
"Alright, Mrs. Michael. You are officially one of my possessions now. Stand up, please."
Archana got up from the couch and stood unsteadily on her tall heels still wearing only her pantyhose. The boy had her turn around away from him and he pulled her wrists together and began wrapping them with a short length of cotton rope he had surreptitiously brought with him from the bedroom. He pulled the loops extremely tight as he knotted them and he then used a second length to bind her elbows in similar fashion. When he finished he swatted her behind affectionately, quite pleased with himself as he spun her around so he could play with her enormous breasts.
"I think it's important to always start off on the right foot — or, in this case, the left boob." He snorted with amusement at his little joke. As he made the lame pun Deepak pinched her nipples hard with both hands and he snickered to himself as Archana squealed from the pain. He then pushed the fleshy mounds together, mashing them like two pillows between his palms.
The psychological stress was taking a toll on the captured housewife and the ropes definitely created their intended effect of making her feel both controlled and possessed. She began crying softly as he manhandled her. Unfortunately for Archana, the boy had a sadistic streak that accompanied his need to dominate and control his sexual partners. He planned to break Archana emotionally and he intended to enjoy every minute of the process.
"I think its time we visited my boudoir, Mrs. Michael."
With that, Deepak bent down and scooped her up, hoisting Archana over his shoulder like a roll of carpet. The boy's bony shoulder dug into her midsection as she hung dbangd over his back with her bound arms caught painfully behind her while her long hair brushed against the back of his legs. Deepak ran his hands over her nylon covered thighs and he whistled happily as he made his way down the hall toward his bedroom.
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