Kinktober 2023 #23 - Snake/Tight

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, M/f, maledom, bondage, duct tape, balltie, 

Andrea was a snake, pure and simple. She had a tricky tongue and the kind of shamelessly ruthless mindset that serves con artists so well. A dozen guys and a half-dozen women found their bank accounts a lot emptier when she moved on from them, right up until she got to our boss. So when we tied her up, we made sure it was tight as could be. Nothing fancy though, just duct tape and lots of it. We had that busty Latina half-covered in silver in a few minutes.

We were sure to get a few good feels of her bare breasts as we worked. Plus her big ass and her very nicely toned legs.

“Fggggh oooo!” She kept screaming over and over. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what words she was aiming for, but we did a pretty good job of gagging her. Stuffed her mouth with panties from her own dresser drawer and wrapped a good chunk of the roll around her head.

Oh, she squirmed. Don’t think she didn’t. We may have worked fast, but there were three of us and we were all pretty good at taping people up. Plus she wasn't expecting us to pop into her room in the dead of night. She figured her crime boss squeeze was all the protection she would ever need. Too bad for her that that Mr. DiMeo caught her sneaking a decent chunk of his money out from under him. She thought she was slick, in the clear. Nope.

So we got her all taped up. Silver was wrapped tight around the naked lady's calves, thighs, upper arms (with plenty of space left for her boobs), her wrists and that big mouth of hers. Then, with her trying with everything she had to squirm out of our grips, me and Sonny carried her out of the house. Mr. DiMeo was off somewhere else establishing an alibi on the incredibly off chance someone came sniffing around for his ex-girlfriend. It wasn’t likely, but our boss is a cautious guy. That’s probably why he’s the boss.

"N'm grnng hr chnrr mrr! Hrcchmrh! Mrr mrhhmrhrcchnng hhnhhhrnnh, N hmmrr hr grn N'm grnng hr hrcchnng mrchm mrr rrr hrm hrr hhnh! Mrr hrcchnng hhnhhrcchh! Mrrhhrmhh crnhh! Hrcch mrr hrcch mrr hrcch mrr!"

“Jesus, she’s got a mouth on her.”

"Mrr'rm grn nrmn rnghh N hrhm r mrrhh rn mm mrr hrcchnng crnhhhnh!"

“You think she’s bad now,” I said, “wait till she finds out what we’re going to do with her.”

That stopped her short. "Mhrh hhm hrcch rrm mrr hrrchnng rhrrh?"

“You shush,” I took a second to lightly box her on the ear. Her hair absorbed most of the impact. “Maybe instead of running your mouth, you should start learning to keep quiet. They’ll want you to be seen and not heard when you get there.”

That set her off again, but this time I tuned her out. Almost lost my grip for a second, but nothing she said or did was going to get her out of this anytime soon.

Once we made it to the garage and stuffed her into the car waiting to transport her off to a whole new and exciting line of work, we took a few minutes to make her tape a little tighter.

First we bent those nice, shapely legs of hers up as much as we could and taped them right to her thighs. After that we pulled her head all the way down, bending her over so we could tape her into a nice, tight balltie. Good thing she was so good at yoga.

“Relax,” I mock-whispered while stroking her hair. “Just think of how good it’ll feel to stretch out once you’re allowed to stand up again.”

As she went off again, this time sounding more tired than before, I noticed a little flash of green in the dim light. Brushing some of her hair aside, I found one more detail I wasn’t expecting.

“Oh damn, did you guys know she had an actual snake tattoo on the back of her neck?”