Vengeance 31

I returned about an hour and a half later with subs from in town to find Ellie struggling against her bonds and the asshook. She’d managed to tear the tape around the rope a little bit, but had otherwise gotten nowhere. Cum still dripped from her face, and a fair amount had gotten on her tits and shirt by now.

I set the food down and stripped once again, walking up to her and sparing no time in grabbing a handful of hair and shoving it down her throat. Her eyes were watering now, adding to the wetness on her face, but she didn’t gag. I let her enjoy my cock for a few moments before sitting in front of her.

I grabbed her nipples and pulled forwards, causing her to wince in pain at both that, and the touch of the hook. Only wanting to illustrate my control rather than be too mean, let alone harm her gorgeous tits, I let go pretty quickly.

I cut the ropes binding her to the ceiling giving her elbows and ass a reprieve, removed the hook and tossed the condom. I stood her up and pushed her head against the wall, bending her over and taking her from behind. I smacked her ass as I thrusted, hard enough to make her yelp every once in a while.

Fresh off a scintillating blowjob, I wasn’t close to cumming when Ellie started to moan and shudder. I clamped a hand down hard on her shoulder and thrusted with all I had deep into her dripping pussy. Her vaginal walls contorted, and she started to yell. I pounded her through the orgasms until her screams turned to soft moans then heavy breaths.

I pulled out and pulled her to her knees, letting her lick her juices off me for a few minutes. Once I got close I pulled out once more and sprayed her face with cum. Now her tan skin was dripping with white. I took a few pictures of her for posterity and let her clean off my dick. Then I made her rise to her feet, and cut her tank top off her body, leaving the cum to drip on her tits. If she was really all that attached to it, I’d buy her another.

I walked around her to check her bonds. Her hands were beginning to turn an unfavorable shade of red. Circulation was getting cut off. So much for that idea. I grabbed a knife and cut her loose. She moved her wrists and fingers, working the feeling back into them. I gave her a black thong, and button up shirt to wear. She slipped them on, taking care to fasten just enough buttons so that the cum covered part of her tits still showed. I prodded her out the door.

She turned a shade of red when one of the neighbors noticed the beads of white running down her face and looked away.