Thread: The Disappearance (LataXQB)

Fiona soon feels the man loosening the noose and pulling it from her head before suddenly kicking the bricks from under her feet. She falls to the floor with an audible thud, knocking the wind out of her as she groans and writhes on the floor. She feels so weak, feeling pain in her stomach ever time it rubbles. It almost feels as if her stomach is eating away at itself, causing her discomfort and pain. She winces as she feels her panties being pulled on feeling her body jerking a little as the fabric is torn apart to expose her tortured pussy as well as her thighs as her pantyhose is removed. Her arms tremble as she glance up to the man from the floor she is laying on, listening to him ask if she wanted his cock, becoming very aware that her new name has become Pussy ever since she has been taken to his home against her will. Too weak to even moan, she just nods her head slowly to answer him Soon after she answered him, she listens to him explain when she will be able to speak before finally pulling the ball gag from her mouth. Teeth marks can be seen embedded in the hard rubber, showing how hard she tried to endure the torture he put her through. The muscles in her jaw feel very tense since they have been forced into the same position for three whole days. Feeling him cupping her chin, she glances up to him as her head it tilted up so that she may look upon him. The moment her eyes connect with his, she feels him pulling hard on the chains attached to her nipples. She cant help but cry out loudly, feeling as if her nipples would be torn from her breasts. She sobs while he warns her of what will happen if she looks into his eyes again, feeling him gripping her hair as he practically drags her over to his chair. More tears flow from her eyes as she listens to him explain that hell let her starve to death if she tries to insult him again like before when she first arrived at his home. She doesnt say a work, feeling too afraid to even say anything right now. She soon sees him sitting on his chair, feeling him pulling her in closer and between his spread legs before listening to him ordering her to open his pants and pull his member out just her mouth. With her arms behind her back, she doesnt have much of a choice. Her body trembles and her eyes roll back slightly every now and then, struggling to stay focus and conscious as she brings her face over his crotch, parting her lips as she attempts to grip the zipper with her teeth. Agnessa soon focuses her attention to her master, listening to him giving her the order to masturbate and telling her to count to ten while she does so. Placing her Masters glass down, she brings her hands to the crotch of her chastity, rubbing where he slit would be and pushing in so that she can feel her vibrator rubbing against her inside. She barely feels much from it, mostly feeling pleasure coming from the vibrations of the toy. Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm She counts, behaving like a good little slave. Fiona can hear the counting, but doesnt understand what its for, trying hard to ignore Agnessa along with the vibrations coming from her pussy. She breathes heavily, having a hard time just keeping her upper body balanced as her face falls onto his crotch every now and then. She has never felt so weak and pathetic as she grips the mans zipper, pulling it down with her teeth to expose his underwear. She can hear Agnessa reaching 5 as she reaches up to grip the top of the mans underwear, pulling down the best she can until she is able to get a glimpse of his large manhood, but suddenly releases. She pants deeply, already exhausted from the exercise even though she managed to just get the head of his cock exposed. She grips his underwear once more and pulls, but then hears Agnessa reach 10. Even after hearing her finish counting, she continues working, struggling and looking clumsy as she tries to get at the mans dick.