Thread: SSH (Alexisunderwood x randomname98766789)

Once David had adjusted to the lighting of the oddly lit room - one pair of lights working, then another two were disconnected, then a couple more were working and a set of three disconnected- he was able to get a full view of her body, perfectly placed in the light to see her face and to see her cuffed to the leg of the lockers. Any moral or humane thoughts that he had left when he entered that janitor's closet. The way her hands fidgeted uselessly against the leg started to lift his boner. Her hands looked so adorable cuffed like that, she was a perfect damsel in distress. Then came his favorite part- the nice, pink ball gag that was in between her teeth. Her lips hugged it ever so delicately, just like she was asking him to fuck her right there. The small articles of clothing that she had on was still too much in his own opinion. With a disgruntled huff, he started to approach her. Even though she pulled back, she wasn't helping herself at all. She couldn't go anywhere. You're way too overdressed. He muttered and quickly knelt down, driving his knee into her ribs so he could reach behind her back and unhook the bra and toss it in one of the empty lockers. He made sure to drive his sharp knee right at the bottom of her abdomen, near her waistline to cause her more pain and to not allow her to move at all when he tried to undress her. There's no need to be afraid, I'm not going to kill you, your situation could be worse. He told her in a matter-of-fact tone before starting to unbuckle his jeans and remove his belt, dropping it to the floor with a clang. It would also be a nice punishment-giver if he needed it. Spanking with his hand wouldn't be nearly enough. If he'd learned anything from his father, it's punish often and hard. That's what he planned to do. Telling her this was his own, unknowingly sadistic way of rationalizing this with himself. He wasn't going to murder her. She could have been purchased by a murderer. Fucked once and then killed right there. But no, she was purchased by a much nicer fellow. She could spend her days having orgasms and sexual pleasure and live. Besides, he would only mistreat her if she truly had disobeyed him. He wouldn't be as bad as some other masters. Having no idea how sadistic his thoughts and actions were, he was truly brainwashed. Now here he was, his very first little sex doll to do as he pleased. He's imagined this moment for so long and so many different times. The possibilities of what he'd do to her was endless. But now, his boner was growing and growing. The bulge in his boxers showed how turned on he was after he dropped down his jeans, stepping out of them and looking at her. Wanting to be comfortable for this, he removed his shirt as well, revealing his nicely toned physique that he kept. All his intentions were on playing high school football until he went to a school that had no team. The next part would be tricky, he thought. He'd have to remove her panties and he knew that her legs would be kicking and struggling away when he tried. After thinking for a moment, he approached her again and slammed his foot down into her abdomen, reaching over her body and just ripping off her panties. He was able to stay far enough away to avoid any kick that she might have shot at him. Here Isabelle lay, naked, handcuffed and gagged, all exposed to the teenage boy's liking. His boxers were the last thing to come off, revealing his large, thick cock that was throbbing, needing to be satisfied. He approached her now, standing at her feet and towering over her, smirking. They told me you're a virgin... that won't be the case after tonight. He said and with that, he knelt down and crawled on top of her, hands grabbing her at the thighs to try and hold her legs still at least a bit. Now, his shaft trailed slowly from her thigh to her inner thigh, getting close to her tight, virgin pussy. He wanted these last moments of her virginity to be horror-filled, painful, and excruciatingly slow.