Chapter Six

Pressing his hand around the breast, Turk squeezed gently, but firmly. The breast swelled in his hand and the nipple projected invitingly. Its tender and soft texture was a stark contrast to his rough and calloused hand. Giving in to a base instinct, Turk circled the nipple with his lips and sucked gently. Cheryl let out a little squeal. She could feel the tug on her nipple and the wet warmness of the man’s mouth. She knew what would inevitably follow if the stimulation to her nipple continued and she dreaded her response. Despite her earlier impulse to cooperate, she began to struggle, at least to the extent that her bindings enabled her to. She could feel the roughness of Turk’s clothes and the warmth of his body as he pressed against her. In spite of herself, she began to plead for a desistance. Of course no words escaped her gag, but Turk had a good idea what she was saying. He lifted his head from her breast, amused.

He now drew his attention to the taut belly and the crevice at the apex of Cheryl’s thighs. He could not see her sex, but her curly pubic hairs stood out from the edges of the white panties. He ran his hand across Cheryl’s stomach and down her thighs. It was time to get this broad naked, he thought to himself.

Returning his attention to Cheryl’s chest, the Turk took out his knife and cut first one bra strap and then the other. Pressing his chest close to Cheryl’s, he reached behind her and undid the clasps. The bra was then removed by the simple expedient of pulling it forward. He tossed it on the floor.

The panties were a slightly different problem. The binding around Cheryl’s thighs prevented easy access, and a slight adjustment of them was necessary. Turk loosened the belt around Cheryl’s thighs. Cheryl, of course, knew what was portended. She clasped her thighs together tightly, vainly hoping that she could frustrate her assailant’s intent. But this was not to be. Turk spoke softly, but firmly, for the second time to the young lady.

Pressing his mouth close to Cheryl’s ear he growled, “We can do this the hard way, or the easy way. Your choice.” As he spoke, he reached for Cheryl’s left breast and twisted her nipple harshly. Cheryl chose the easy way.

Turk pushed the now cooperative thighs apart. His knife passed easily through the gussets of first one leg hole of the panties and then the other. The panties came off revealing a large curly blond bush and the tender lips of Cheryl’s sex. Cheryl had often thought of getting a bikini trim, but never had the nerve to go into a salon and ask for one. She also enjoyed, during her somewhat frequent self-administrations of pleasure, running her hand through the wiry bush, a prelude to a descent below. Her sole concession to taming the curly bush had been to trim the hairs bordering her nether lips. She enjoyed oral sex and believed that having her pussy more available encouraged this activity during lovemaking. She had a particular disdain towards pulling pubic hair from her mouth following oral sex and thoughtfully wanted to spare her gamauchers this inconvenience.

Turk appreciated Cheryl’s considerations as his view of the pouty lips of her pussy was unobstructed. As he ran his hand down Cheryl’s stomach and towards this prize, Cheryl was chagrined at what she knew he would find. Turk’s limited but effective administrations to her breasts had caused her normal reaction. She knew that Turk would find evidence of her arousal and sobbed quietly behind her gag. As expected, Turk, after sliding his index finger along the lips of her sex, pressed his advantage and entered the gap between them.

It was not unexpected that Cheryl’s cunt would be wet. Cheryl did not know this because her experience of being a bound and stripped woman was very limited. But Turk’s experience was great in this area. Some women’s bodies reacted by drying up and tightening the lips of their love nest. But many had the opposite reaction. Fear brought excitement as naturally as it brought sharpness of breath and an accelerated heart rate, part defense mechanism and part emergence of subconscious desire.

Only one of Cheryl’s lovers had broached the idea of bondage with her. He had even gone to the extent of producing a small rope during a sexual encounter at his apartment. Cheryl had been repulsed by the idea and adamantly refused. That relationship terminated shortly thereafter. Cheryl was equally repulsed by the idea of being tied up and helpless now before the Turk, but she had very little to say about it.

The Turk wondered to himself how long it would take to bring his captured prize to orgasm. He knew the shame she was feeling and it excited him to know he was causing it. He began to explore the woman’s lubricated labia with more intent. Her cunt was tight, but obviously used. It was hot to the touch and his ministrations were rewarded with a low moan from his captive. He pushed his two largest fingers deeper into the hole. Cheryl squirmed as her excitement increased. As Turk turned his attention to the nub at the apex of her sex, her disturbance increased.

“Please don’t let him do this, oh, please, no, no….” she pleaded mentally. But Turk was an expert. He pressed the source of Cheryl’s discomfort and rubbed it firmly. A slow circular motion at first, establishing a rhythm. After a few moments, he shifted to a pinch, at first gently, and then more firmly, pulling the clitoris away from Cheryl’s body. More rubbing and then pulling. Turk knew that Cheryl’s ability to control her sexual excitement was limited and that varying the nature of his stimulation would distract that control. Pushing his fingers back into the cunt, he then spread the girl’s natural lubricant above to the clitoris, making it slippery and easier to manipulate. He could see Cheryl’s breath growing heavier, a redness spreading across her chest, a trembling in her thighs. He knew she was close. And he knew how to put her over the top.

Leaning back to her breasts without ceasing his manual manipulations, he again seized her left nipple with his mouth. He sucked first gently and then, steadily, harder and harder. Cheryl by now was beyond her limits of control. Unconsciously, she began thrusting her hips against the pressure of Turk’s body. She was climbing the mountain. He could hear her moans and squeals from behind her gag.

Cheryl could not believe the waves of lust overcoming her. She strained at her bonds, her toes curled, her fingers flicking open and shut. As she felt the Turk’s teeth tug on her nipple, she bit down hard on the ball in her mouth, straining her jaws. She knew how this would end and she knew the only way to get her captor to stop was to give him what he wanted. At this point she had no choice and, as expected, she exploded.

Turk enjoyed the picture of the bound woman jerking and moaning as she came. He continued to stimulate her until he was sure she was finished. He did not want to exhaust his captive, at least not yet, and after the first series of convulsions began to subside, he slowly withdrew his hand from the now sopping cunt. One more step would complete her humiliation. He loosened the hood from around her neck and drew it up over her nose. Taking his right hand, he liberally moistened it with the product of her passion. He then slipped his hand underneath the hood and rubbed the pungent moisture over her lips and nose. Cheryl was presented with the aroma of her shameful submission. He sealed the hood again around her neck.

Another picture was called for, he thought as he admired the flushness of Cheryl’s chest and breasts, the gleam of sweat on her frame. He took the camera from the dresser where he had left it and popped away a few more frames. He decided that a close-up of the breasts was appropriate. The areolae were darkened by the flow of passion and stood out even more readily against the creamy skin of Cheryl’s breasts.

Of course, the Turk’s own excitement was far from satisfied. His cock was rock hard and he was in need of relief. Now, it was not his habit to use the merchandise. Cheryl had no idea what was in store for her, but Turk of course, did. And it was bad business practice to consume the product. He had built a fine reputation and, as delectable as Cheryl was, he would not depart from his business ethics now. Still, he could get some relief without violating his principles.

After first reaffixing the bindings around Cheryl’s thighs, he returned his attention to those magnificent and beauteous mounds on Cheryl’s chest. He pushed Cheryl so that she was fully on her back now, her hand and arms trapped painfully beneath her. He pulled his manhood from his trousers and gave it a few gentle tugs. Leaning over the woman’s supine form he let a large drop of spittle drop between her breasts. His first choice would have been to caress himself between the cracks of Cheryl’s ass, but he would have to release the hogtie to do that and he was not sure that the tempting sight of the narrower passage made so available would not overcome his qualms about damaging the goods. And so fucking her tits was the next best thing.