Thread: Know your place (Null X QB)

Amelia's eyes snapped open when the sound of screeching metal filled her eyes, knowing the noise was never a good sign for her. Before she could do anything more than wake up, she was flipped onto her stomach and pinned to the ground by the many guards assigned to the task. Fucking!... Ugh! The girl groaned in frustration as she fought against the hands hold her down, her muscles barely cooperating with her, still heavy from her sleep. You mother fuckers can't try this shit when I'm awake, huh!? Little pussies afraid I'll fuck you up too? Despite her talk, it was too late too fight back now, her hands immobilized behind her, and her ankles bound together to keep her from kicking, she couldn't do much but make whatever they tried next as frustrating as possible. With easy, she was heaved onto the shoulder of one the guards, and carried through the market. Let me the fuck g-ow! Before she could even finish her command, she felt a sharp sting on her ass, only causing her to wiggle more in the man's grasp, twisting and turning as much as possible to try and slip out of it. Just you fucking wait you fucking piece of shit! She yelled out, not really talking to any guard in particular, but meaning what she said. She was going to get even. Right when she thought she escaped the guards grasp... Well, she did, but only because he needed her on the ground. With a small squeal, and a dull thump, she landed on the ground on her chest, knocking the wind out of her. You f- Nn! Before the tainted words could even leave her mouth, she was being spanked, over and over as her hands were uncuffed, but then rebound. The prolonged spanking actually managed to keep the firey girl quiet for some time, her breaths rough as she struggled to catch her breath, but not having much luck while gasping each time she was struck. Before long, he was finished though, leaving her rear stinging and hot, and allowing the guards to lift her and attach her, prone, to one of the many ceiling hooks in the market. With so many guards holding her still and still having others around to tie ropes around her, Amelia knew she wouldn't be escaping this punishment. Her breasts soon had rope separating them, and squeezing their base, making them stand out further. If that wasn't enough, her arms were tied together more tightly, pulling back her shoulders and thrusting her chest out more. You fucking... You can't even do your fucking job right! My shoulders are going to- From out of her vision, one of the many shoved a gag into her mouth and quickly fastened it, the size larger than what she was used to, not even letting her mutter half or slurred words. Hell, she couldn't even open her mouth larger if she tried. So she had to admit, they had her. She couldn't get out of this. All they had to do was tie the rope between her legs so snugly that the rope dug into the curves of her lower lips, and then hoist her onto the hook. Her struggling resumed however, when Amelia felt the rope loosen for the quickest of moments, and something enter her pussy, her eyes going wide. Twisting, turning, kicking, shaking. Nothing she tried even had the illusion of helping. And then it started vibrating. If the gag wasn't so restrictive, the guards would have got to hear her pleas. Cheeks tinting red, she tried not to concentrate on the buzzing between her legs, instead pulling and yanking in any direction that she could manage. It had to be a half an hour before she stopped, her shoulders already screaming at her, telling her not to make their pain worse. But it wasn't. It wasn't even four minutes. Seconds passed so slowly, it seemed. Although Amelia tried her hardest to get out of her bonds, she was nowhere closer, and much more exhausted. Her jaw ached from trying to squeeze out her curses, everywhere the roped touched raw from her constant flexing to try and get free. And then the vibrator, never pausing, never relenting, just buzzing away inside of her. Ten minutes in, that was the only thing she could concentrate on that wasn't pain. Slowly, the moisture grew, the telltale sign of her arousal, soaking into and spreading in her panties. Fifteen minutes in, she was no closer to her orgasm, but the heat and the need to release still built. Twenty minutes in, her struggling started again, her juices soaking through her panties, and into her pantyhose. The struggling stopped after only two more minutes, but the juices never did. They just kept flowing and flowing. After awhile, Amelia stopped tracking the time. Honestly, she couldn't focus on much after forty minutes. Even the color of her eye's dulled, shapes and colors blurring as pleasure and pain took her senses. But it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. Even with her body instinctively trying to push against the rope tied against her crotch, which now coated with her arousal, dripping steadily onto the floor and growing the small puddle already there, it wasn't enough. She just couldn't cum. She couldn't do anything in fact. Just suffer this unjust torture. Face and neck flushed bright red from her blush, drool dripping from both corners of her mouth, and down her chin, she reminded herself not to give into them in this state. She reminded herself that as much as she could, inbetween all of her moans and whimpers. As time kept ticking though, she was even losing her grip on coherent thought, her inner monologue dissolving into moans, and the desire to cum. There was no world around her, just the one in her head, showing her eyes the sight she wanted to see. Her climax. So many times she watched her self tip over the edge, squirt her juices, leaving her body trembling and heavy. She wanted that so badly.