Thread: the new beginning // randomname & sixlikesgoree

XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx MAGGIE GREENE xxxxxxxx The second bandana was almost like another nozzle of anticipation and lust wrapped in one, being turned on. From the very moment Maggie's bright green eyes came in contact with his fingers beginning their famous roll of the material, she knew what was coming, and her toes curled with the idea of being completely helpless and at Jacob's mercy. If it'd been possible, the woman would've had her lower lip fastened between her teeth in a stern bite in order to try and contain her arousal instead, her lips struggled against the gag's restriction, a muffled groan pushing into the fabric. Shifting ever so slightly into his hands as he cupped the second bandana over her eyes, Maggie's body quivered as every sight before her vanished behind the dark concealer of the material. It left her body in a more heightened sense, eager to feel every little subtle touch that was going to come her way already, goosebumps had began to liter her skin, showing just how excited her anticipation had risen. I was going to stop here, but I think I might add something else to keep you a little more restrained. Immediately upon hearing this, Maggie's body shifted in slight protest, her heartbeat already skyrocketing compared to the pace she'd felt in his absence. But the way her vocal chords released against the gag in a pleasurable moan betrayed her actual feelings to his further addition, arching up into the kiss. The way his hands controlled her own had the woman's body shifting against the restraints that prevented her from breaking free, and continuing her exploration of his body. The muffling noises that grew louder as her fingertips were dragged lower on Jake's abdomen were enough to sound her enjoyment for the ability to feel him, her nails etching against his skin everywhere he allowed. Her fingertips were so close to encircling his throbbing erection when Jake parted from the bed, causing a sexually frustrated breath to huff from her nostrils in response, her fingertips dancing in the air at his departure clearly eager to feel his skin once more. Once he returned, however, he clearly had other plans as his hands found her ankles, pulling her feet more securely together. An ebbed coo pushed into the material of the gag as she felt Jake's strong fingers begin to work the bondage rope around her ankles, putting up a slight 'fake' struggle, but not enough to make his job hard on him. The moment he pressed his first kiss to the sole of her foot, Maggie's back was arched off the mattress as well as the restrictions of her bondage would allow. An immense groan worked into the gag, only barely silenced by its muffle at her slight surprise. Without her sight, it was much harder for the woman to gauge what exactly was going to happen before it did, leaving her body completely helpless to Jacob's touches and sensations. Even a flash of hot breath against her skin right now would cause her body to quiver from the attention. It helped that it'd been so long since she'd felt the warmth of his body against her own, let alone the way he made her feel when he was in control. It amplified every single thing that he did to her, and by the time her soul mate had started to give his attention to her individual toes, her chest was already heaving from how worked up he'd made her breathing. A gentle flush had started to work over her cheeks, caused by the sensations he was currently rocketing through her nerves, and every shift of his tongue caused an involuntary groan to erupt. At his words, her head nodded eagerly to the idea of pulling her flip flops back out - she'd always loved the idea of being able to secretly tease and get him going, and wearing flip flops were an easy way to begin that kind of encounter. The last rope he introduced only had Maggie's toes wiggling to further entice him after he'd restrained her biggest ones, shifting her littler ones to try and tease him, knowing her actions were limited with her in this current position. When Jake was finished, and he relaxed her legs in the position he wanted, Maggie was more than eager to curl her feet as well as she could against his pulsating manhood. The restraints of her feet didn't give her much 'wiggle' room to work with, but that had never stopped the twenty two year old from finding ways to work within their restrictions to pleasure him. The woman's legs straightened as much as they could, applying further pressure to the soles of her feet against his member, her heels slowly rotating into his balls in unison, knowing the rope wouldn't give her enough slack to individually rotate them. His words caused a bit of a smirk to pull through the hold the gag had against Maggie's lips briefly, loving hearing how much he enjoyed watching her struggle underneath him. If there was one thing in this world, Maggie absolutely loved the idea of appearing helpless and completely at his whim - his personal prize. Never before had Maggie ever enjoyed the feeling of helplessness in any other situation, but the moment Jake tied that gag over her lips, she'd melt in a matter of seconds into a ball of lustful silly puddy. Tilting her head away from his lips, Maggie instantly sucked herself back into the role of helpless kidnappee, trying to keep her neck's sweet spots away from his enticing mouth. Her hands struggled within their tied position, fighting against each other to work some room within the ropes coils, and in the process, was trying to work her arms above her head from between them. The moment she got them above, her fingers gripped against her headboard, only adding to the simulation underneath Jake's body. Muffled pleas were muttered at first, until his hands found her breasts, and her voice grew in tone, body twisting in an attempt to 'escape' his fingertips although her struggle only further added pressure to his groping. P-lease! she finally voiced coherently against the gag, feet curving harder against his thrusts. I'll do anything you w-ant.. Wiggling underneath his teasing, Maggie's flush only further grew in its rosy colour, her breathing increasing between her stammers of pleas and calls for help - for anyone to rescue her from this overbearing man. Despite her begging, of course, Maggie's feet continued their teasing against his length, taking every advantage he was willing to give her currently to tease and entice his lust to further amplify from its current state. Every wiggle was accentuated on purpose every breath released drawn out to let him hear her working up her struggle underneath him Maggie wanted him withering from the subtle actions of her feet, and pining for more from her body's play into his fantasy. If his hands were to do some exploring downward, it'd be more than obvious that it wasn't just Jake's fantasy anymore to be tied and bound underneath him the gathering of juices between her legs was a sure sign of that. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx CHARLOTTE ARCHER xxxxxxxx Careful was definitely something that Charlie liked the idea of being thought of. As much as she tried to look out for herself, reckless abandon wasn't too far behind the girl's general pattern of behavior. For example how she'd ended up in that encampment in the first place was due to that roaring dangerous streak that ebbed now and then. Weeks had gone by without an incident in sight no injuries, no hungry days, no immovable obstacles. That should've been Charlie's sign right there to haul ass, and leave everyone else to their business. Naturally, that's not what happened. It had been a few days prior, at least two nights, when Charlie had turned down a back path on the outskirts Atlanta, scouting for more cabin spaces, or national camping parks. A car was pulled over on the side of the road, engine smoking, with two of the three females from the group standing outside the propped up hood, appearing to bicker back and forth. At first, the thought of stopping the motorcycle that Charlie had done really well to take care of since she'd looted it was no where in sight - not until she noticed a car seat at one of their feet a car seat that presumably had a toddler locked within it. Once her hazel orbs caught sight of that, it was harder to resist turning back around in an attempt to help. Only to get the butt-end of a rifle smacked into the bridge of her nose a few minutes later from a man who'd been waiting in ambush. First and only time Charlie was ever going to stop and help someone out, no matter the overall situation. Fool her once, shame on you - fool her twice? That wasn't an option. As she offered the whiskey, but maintained a strong sense of 'if you want it, you're coming to get it' about it, a slightly amused smirk pulled at the corner of her lips as he took her by surprise. Forwardly, he stepped towards her, snaking an arm to grip her ass while Shane's opposite hand gripped against the bottle, directing the mouth's nozzle to his lips. Watching him take his sip, she was grateful he was quick to release the bottle back to her, lifting it back up to her own mouth as he made his next course of action apparent. There was no disappointment on her face as he announced he was going to go utilize her shower, and watched him break away from their pressed-body stance with a bit of a grin. Most men would've jumped at the chance to turn that subtle ass-grab into a more intimate situation, but Charlie knew better than that - Shane wasn't like most men. He knew he was entitled to something from her.. there was no need to rush it. Watching intently as he broke away and found the bathroom, the only room with a door the only bedroom being partially split off from the main cabin with just a half-wall, leaving the concept open, Charlie didn't shy away from watching him relieve his body of its clothes. If he wasn't modest enough to close the damn door, why should she act modest enough to not look? It wasn't until he was fastened in the shower that Charlie began to unpack some of the things they had brought back to the cabin - it was more than obvious that they'd be staying there for at least a little bit, so having everything put in its spot was better than leaving it in bags they could refill on later supply runs. However, before she got too caught up in emptying the bags, Charlotte turned her attention to the bag of clothes she had with her some leftover from before the outbreak, and a few pieces of clothing that she'd been able to pick up along the way. Fishing out a black thong and a baggy tee that came to rest just below her hips, the twenty four year old changed from the ratty clothes she'd been stuck in for the past several days, gathering dust, dirt, and blood. Tossing the discarded clothes aside in the corner, figuring she'd wash them eventually, Charlie hung her bra up on one of the foot board's arms, and set the pair of panties shed been wearing with the dirty pile. Sliding the thong up her pale legs, she fastened the material and moved on to pull the gray tee over her head. The material was baggy enough to leave her upper body to the imagination, but her lower half was definitely beyond exposed - not that the redhead cared. Once dressed, bags sorted out into the kitchen, and wash clothe later, Charlie returned to her whiskey bottle, and carried her faithful companion to the bed. On the nightstand beside the side that the woman generally slept on was a handgun that the woman had disassembled a few days before, having every intent on coming home from her scouting trip to finish cleaning it. With her sudden abduction, she hadn't been able to finish cleaning and reassemble it. Now, with a show before her - Shane still memorized within the warmth of the shower - and her favourite beverage, Charlie propped herself up against the headboard and set to work on finishing her task. There was little worry about Shane seeing the gun in its pieces, the ammunition being secured farther out of reach, and it was impossible to assemble the gun in a manner that would be able to take him by surprise. Shane would hear the clicks of every individual compartment coming together before Charlie'd be able to assemble the weapon and do anything of use with it. When the male did finally turn the shower off, her attention lifted from cleaning the barrel, hazel eyes curiously looking over what she could see through the opened doorway. When he emerged into the main portion of the cabin, her head tilted slightly, uncaring that it was more than obvious that her eyes were sucking in every curve of his muscles. You don't get that fit without a reason, she commented eventually, putting the barrel down briefly to reach for the whiskey bottle at her side. Sipping back a mouthful, she narrowed her gaze at him. What the fuck were you before all this started, anyway? Probably not the most subtle way to ask about someone's occupation, but there were enough signs already shown to her that Shane hadn't been a typical guy before all this started. There had to be a reason behind his survival - one that peaked her interest quite a bit to learn. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX