by John Savage
Illustration by 'Unknown'
Originally published in Knotty vol 3, no 3
Scanned and Transcribed by guardian46w
Story codes: M/f; bdsm, cons bondage, rope, gag, sex, XX
"Try it, you'll like it," Karen said over her cup of tea. "It's different each month so you never know what to expect. And the cost is really very reasonable."
Marcia frowned, but Karen could tell that she was still interested, so she set the hook a little deeper. "And, of course, your husband will never know a thing."
Marcia's eyebrows went up at that. She looked again at the photograph on the table before her, at the muscular, naked man pictured there; at his handsome, though somewhat cruel, face; at the broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist; and especially at the erect cock that he cupped in one hand, showing it off. The thought of a baseball bat came to Marcia's mind but she shook her head to get rid of the idea. This was no baseball bat, but God, it was huge! She couldn't remember having ever seen a cock that large before and she was sure that she could never fit it inside her cunt, yet a part of her ached with the desire to feel it ramming deep inside her.
"You're sure it's safe?" Her voice was a weak whisper.
"Of course it is, dear. I've done it myself."
Marcia glanced back to the photo and the tip of her tongue parted her lips and ran slowly along them in an unconscious reaction. "Yes... I'll do it."
FEAR AND FASCINATION
They pulled up in front of the brownstone house in an older, but still fashionable section of town. Karen cut the ignition and pointed out which house it was. Marcia got out of the car, but seemed reluctant to go.
"Karen, I... "
"Don't worry. You'll have fun."
"Well... all right," Marcia took an envelope out of her pocket and gave it to Karen. Without another word she went up the walkway and entered the house without knocking, as she had been told.
Inside was a dark hallway with an open door at the other end through which she found herself in a windowless room containing only a large bed with thick brass railings at the head and foot. Several coils of rope were lying in the center of the bed.
The brass bed with its naked mattress seemed crude and somehow obscene to her, as if by having its covers and sheets off, made it an instrument of the primitive, animal part of sex, rather than the smooth, sophisticated sex she was used to. Her eyes went to the coils of rope and she froze; they both scared and fascinated her. The fifty-foot coils of cotton clothesline held her eyes and made her heart beat faster as the fear rose up from her stomach to turn her spine icy. The idea sank into her brain that, that rope would soon be imprisoning her arms and legs, making her helpless! That thought triggered raw panic but when she turned to flee the room her path was blocked by the bulk of a huge man.
It was the man in the photo, the man of the bodybuilder physique, the man with the huge cock. His cock was not in sight now but much of the muscular body was, for he wore only a pair of tight leather pants. Marcia took a step backward but he was on her quickly, ripping the blouse off with one hand while the other grabbed her wrist and spun her around and to the floor. She landed face down with his weight on top of her. Immediately, her arms were pulled behind her and before she could recover from the shock of his attack, her wrists were being bound with the clothesline.
MOMENT OF TRUTH
"No! Stop! Don't tie me! I've changed my mind, and I want to leave." Marcia was really afraid! "Do you hear me? Stop it! Let me go!"
Her pleas and struggles were no match for his strength. In a few seconds her wrists were bound and she felt her elbows being pulled together and tied. The rational thought crossed her mind that she never knew her elbows could touch behind her back. They sure as hell were now!
The stress was one her body wasn't used to and it was making her feel strange. The whole scene became unreal to her. It was hard to grasp the idea that she was being bound and stripped by this male animal. She had known that it was going to happen, indeed, she had looked forward to it in a frightened sort of way. But suddenly it was really happening to her.
His weight left her body and she realized that he had finished with her arms. She tried to pull them apart, but the clothesline was wrapped many times around her wrists and elbows. Looking up, Marcia saw him coming back with a new length of the clothesline in his hands.
She tried to cry out and to kick at him as he grabbed her legs, but a whine was all that came out and he easily blocked her kick. The rope was wrapping around her ankles as she watched with fearful fascination. Round and round the white cotton rope wrapped, mashing her ankles tightly together. Suddenly he changed the direction of the rope and passed it between her legs, then between her feet. After a couple of passes that way to hold down the other rope he ran it up to her knees. Around and around her thighs, just above her knees it ran until it was almost gone. The last couple of feet was passed between her legs several times to cinch down the knee bounds.
After tying the end of the rope in four tight knots behind her knees where she couldn't reach it with either hands or teeth, he cut the loose end. Using the same sharp knife he cut her skirt off and slit the waistband of her panties on each side. A quick pull and they came off, leaving her fine young body naked before him. He stood over her, muscular legs straddling her bound body. From her position on the floor the single naked light bulb in the ceiling cast a halo through his curly hair and blotted out his features so it was not just a man that stood over her, it was Man, muscular, sweating, potent Man. Man the beast, the stag, the bull. This figure towered above her, dominating, larger than life. She felt her heart in her throat.
Suddenly the spell was broken and she was just a naked, frightened, girl lying cruelly bound on a dirty floor in a bare room. With surprising ease he picked her up and placed her on the mattress.
Gently he cupped each breast and began massaging slowly.
"No. No. No," she was saying, but the words were more of a moan then a command.
His hands were playing games with her stiffening nipples. They were rolled between the fingers, then were pinched gently and not so gently. He flicked them with a finger then pressed them into the large breasts with his thumbs. He pulled on them and he tickled them.
PURE PRIMITIVE PASSION
Marcia could not understand what was happening to her. She was afraid, she had never been totally helpless before a man, but she was also excited. Her body was responding faster than ever before, betraying her desire. It was strange and wonderful and she didn't know if she loved it or hated it. But, it didn't make any difference, the decision wasn't hers. Whatever this man had in store for her, whatever sexual acts he would do to her, or force her to do for him, the choice was not hers. And, somehow that seemed right to her — it satisfied a longing deep inside of her.
It was some seconds before Marcia realized that she had closed her eyes and he had stopped working her breasts. She opened them to find that he was peeling off his leather pants. The erect cock that sprang forth was everything that it had seemed to be in the photo. A massive tool designed to give much pleasure to a woman. But could this woman take that giant log?
She felt her heart tighten with fear. No wonder she had been tightly bound! But, for the ropes, she would have run screaming form the room. Instead she sat there with erect nipples and a hot pussy staring at what might be the instrument of her destruction. Now all traces of the sophisticated young lady were gone. What was left was pure, primitive, woman.
He straddled her legs and stood facing her with that monstrous tool just inches form her face. Shifting his hips forward, brought it in contact with her face. Slowly, he let it slide along her cheek. Several times he slide it along the left side, then the right, touching lightly like a lover's hand. Unable to stand it any longer, Marcia quickly turned her head and caught it in her lips. She worked it around until the head was just in her mouth and pointing straight in.
POWERFUL ORGANIC GAG
For a while she teased it with the tip of her tongue, hoping that it would be satisfied with just that, but knowing better. It was no surprise when it began moving in. At first, she tried to push it back out with her tongue but she soon gave that up. His hand behind her head prevented her from avoiding the shaft that was slowly filling more and more of her mouth. Because her head was tilted backwards, she could feel it sliding along the roof of her mouth and that sent shivers down her spine. It reached the back of her tongue and she wondered how she would tell him to stop. There was no way she could talk around this huge gag!
"Nnnnngggg! Nnnnnnggggg!" She made some frightened sounds through her nose, trying to tell him that she couldn't take anymore. But, like a powerful locomotive, he pressed on into virgin territory, and Marcia had no choice but to take it. She thought she would gag, but somehow she didn't. She had to swallow.
For a long time, they held that position. It was doing things to Marcia. The idea that this part of her body was being violated and she was helpless to do anything to stop it, was blowing her mind. She could feel her heart pounding and her pussy getting juicy.
When it came back from its deep plunge, Marcia gave it the royal treatment. He had let go of her head and she used that freedom to slide her mouth around the shaft. Back and forth, she worked it over. She pumped it and sucked it in a frenzy. This was the only way she had of expressing the passion overflowing her young, firm body, so she worked it like she was trying to rub the skin right off.
But, Mr. Muscles remembered his job and withdrew. He knelt beside her and began teasing her excited pussy. A few minutes of that, and he suddenly wrapped his arms around her ass, lifted her hips off the mattress and dove his face into her furry triangle. His tongue began lapping at her clit and the bound girl thought she would lose her mind. "God," she thought, "this tongue is as muscle-bound as the rest of him."
A TEASING TORTURE
For longer than Marcia thought any man could, he stroked, toyed with and teased her clit. And when even his magnificent tongue grew tired, and he began sucking. Gently at first, then harder until the poor girl thought she would explode. Her whole body was rigid, arched against the mattress, thrusting her pussy upwards toward his wonderful mouth. Just as she was on the verge of crashing into a red-hot climax, he dropped her.
"No," she cried as she struggled on the mattress. "God-damn you! Don't leave me so close."
She jerked her hips at him and tried desperately to pull her arms free, or rip the ropes from her legs. The rope held. She cursed him, the ropes, the bed and all the gods that are. She stopped cursing when she rolled up against his legs. Looking up, she saw him on his knees, holding the massive cock as if offering it to her.
"Damn you, bastard!" she shouted at him. "Shove it in. Shove it all the way in!" The intensity of her own voice startled her.
He nodded and smiled. As if knowing she was about to scream, he filled her gaping mouth with a large natural sponge and held it in place with her torn panties tied behind her head.
"Oh, Shit! Now I'm in for it," she thought.
One part of her mind was telling her that she should plead, beg, threaten, anything to back out of this frightening mess she had gotten herself into. But, her body wanted it, every ever-loving inch of it. She hoped that he would untie her legs quickly so she could get it over with. It was a surprise when he didn't untie a rope. Instead he turned her over on her stomach and straddled her on his knees, the head of his cock just touching her ass. Putting his hands on her hips, he raised her ass until she was resting on her knees and one shoulder.
Panic surged up as she realized what a wide-open target this position made of her asshole! She knew that there were some men who liked it that way and with her arms and legs tightly bound, there was nothing she could do to stop him. She almost let out a sigh of relief when the head of his shaft began forcing her lips aside and entered her love tunnel.
KILOWATT CLIMAX
Bracing herself, she waited for the plunge that would rip her apart at the seams. But it never came. Instead the pressure was slow and steady. In it marched, like a conquering army and her love box accommodated it! Strangely she was able to take the huge cock, and although she felt more filled than ever before, there was not the pain she had expected.
On and on it came, relentless, seemingly unending, it filled her to the brim. Then, when it couldn't get any more in, it marched out. In and out. In and out. Slowly at first but picking up speed, this mammoth began what was to be the longest, most satisfying screwing Marcia had ever received or imagined. She crashed into the most intense climax she had ever felt and floated there for eternity. For long, long minutes he kept her in a trance by teasing her clit with one hand and pumping her strongly with his oversized cock. She made low animal noises and kept her eyes closed the whole time.
Many minutes, or hours, later she drifted down from cloud nine. She was still tightly bound and her ravager was dressed again. Her hands had gone to sleep, her shoulders and elbows ached, and the ropes were cutting painfully into her ankles, but she felt fine. Better than she had felt in a long time.
Mr. Muscles cut the ropes off Marcia then left the room. A few moments later Karen entered, carrying a dress.
"I brought something for you to wear. He seems to have done some damage to your skirt and blouse. But then, he usually does."
Marcia managed to stand up and take the dress from Karen.
"Next month, we have Count Lupe. He's Italian, and has a very ingenious mind. You would not believe the things he can dream up to do to a helpless woman. This is his picture. Can I count on you for next month?"
"Hmmm... "
"Good. I'll sign you up. Oh, and Marcia, before you go home..."
"Yes?"
"Wipe that silly smile off your face!"
THE END