1. Fate: Laura


    Date: 9/9/2015, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: lady-jen, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    The still, silent night was pierced by another shrill scream and the sounds of Laura squirming and squealing in the freshly fallen snow. Her near naked body was tight from the cold and the ropes that bound her arms and legs together. Her beautiful hair was now a matted, tangled mess as she looked up to her captor furiously. He stared back at her; his eyes traveling from her bare feet up her glistening legs and rigid torso to the worthless bikini top that did nothing to conceal her erect nipples. Laura rolled over onto her stomache, although she knew that he would simply stare at the now wet bikini bottoms that barely covered her ass. He didn’t though. He looked her in the eyes as he grabbed the makeshift noose that had been run through a pulley high in the branches of the old oak tree. He pulled several feet through the pulley, and then he lunged at her. She flinched and screamed and kicked but it made no difference. He slipped the rope around her head and down around her neck with ease. As he stood back up she fought to release the rope around her neck. But it would take her hours to untie the knots around her wrists before she could reach up and remove the noose from her slender neck. Her captor stood up and grabbed the other end of the rope, and he pulled the slack through until the rope grew taught around her neck. Laura looked back to her captor, pensively. She knew that she was beat. She knew there was nothing she could do to win this fight. She could only plea for her ...
    life and hope that this was all a sick joke or bad dream. Tears welled in her eyes as she begged her captor to release the rope and let her live. For a moment he let her grovel in the snow. He enjoyed watching her body writhe in the cold and the anguish of such a terrible situation. But Laura did not offer her body. It was a gesture that would have entertained her captor long enough that she may find some way to fight to freedom. But she did not do it. She made no suggestive glances his way, nor did she spread her legs and feel herself from behind. She could have told him that she would “fuck his brains out,” that the situation “turned her on” and that if he gave her only a few more minutes of life she would use them to orgasm all over his dick. But she didn’t. And after only a moment her captor grew bored of her appearance on the ground, and he pulled her by the neck to the tips of her toes. Laura shrieked as the rope lifted her by the throat into the air. She stretched her toes downward to give herself some reprieve from the clenches of the rope as he passed his end through a brace at the base of the tree. Her hands fettered and toyed at the ropes around her wrists as she continued to tippy-toe her way towards a more comfortable position against the rope. Her ass was tight and her calves were tense. He studied her fantastic legs. He looked closely at the simple, thin cloth bikini-bottom that covered her vagina. It did little to hide her lips, and he loved that. He looked up ...
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