Playtime (?/F)

[Emily]

Want to offer your own opinion on what you'd do if you were Ebony's "Stalker"? See this topic here: https://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f=47&t=6376

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Ebony wasn't a normal teen. With piercing green eyes, flowing black hair, soft porcelain skin, and almost unnatural beauty, something about her would always seem off. This was a red herring. To her college friends, she was just an average eighteen-year-old, with them never being able to place what drew them to her reclusive self in the first place. She was quirky, sure, with a unique fashion sense about her, but such wasn't visible to the naked eye. Either way, Ebony had the curse or blessing of standing out in a group - not that it mattered much, given her usual wardrobe would make her stand out anyway.

And that's where the story begins: whether she liked it or not, she'd drew upon herself a stalker. The opposite of herself in some ways, yet similar in others - insignificant, with a much more empowered fashion sense. Belts and leather straps donned the person's body, with them wearing gear similar to that of a motorcyclist, but much more over the top. Despite this, the student never drew her attention. They were nonetheless enamoured with her. Upon first sight, being too shy to act, they'd hid - yes. Then came the anonymous letters of confession, both of which were found by Ebony's friends instead and laughed at.

Stalker had tried to make contact in many ways through elaborate schemes, but being too shy to approach. They bugged her phone. She's carelessly left it in her bag during PE, and it was trivial for them to slip into the girls' changing room and install the program - Stalker was quite the tech wiz. Watching her messages tick by as if they were a part of her life kept them up at night. It seemed Ebony and her stalker shared the unhealthy habit of maintaining the use of their phones until 3 am. Her stalker got to know her more, following her conversations and search history, seeing her purchases. Nothing worth noting, but to Stalker it was everything.

Just past midnight, incognito mode flipped up on Ebony's phone, and Stalker couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. About to stop watching to give her some privacy - they weren't sure they were ready to see her porn habits - they caught sight of a word. Bondage. They blinked, then quickly averted their gaze regardless. A month passed, and she searched up the term a few more times. These occasions, however, they watched. Sometimes she read erotic stories of that nature, and even some more wholesome ones. Other times she did go so far as to watch a whole video. If she was masturbating, Stalker reasoned, it was taking her rather a long time. Maybe she just really enjoyed this kind of stuff, given how her sprees could last hours.

Time passed, and soon a guy was flirting with Ebony, and she was just giggling in response. Stalker's blood boiled, and they longed to act. But how. They even heard mentions of a date. Friday night. That gave them three days. It was then that they plotted their final scheme. Some rope was ordered, among other things, and Stalker prepared their bag, slipping it into a locker in the school's smaller gender-neutral changing room...

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It was a Thursday, and Ebony had strolled into school wearing her favourite attire. Long soft black socks, a punk-ish pleated skirt two more studded belts than it needed, a form-fitting black top which highlighted the little curves she had, and a loose black jacket she'd found in the men's section, but had opted to steal for herself. It was spring, so the temperature worked in her favour.

The school day passed without event until one of Ebony's friend's tapped her on the shoulder. "Ebony, Ebony, can you do me a favour real quick. I have to run home, but I think I left my bag in the side changing room. The gender-neutral one. Can you take it for me and put it in your locker or something for safekeeping until tomorrow. Pleeeease?" She was a lively one, and ever-so-sweet, Ebony knew.

"Of course!" Ebony bobbed her head up and down, nodding. In response, her friend pulled her into a quick surprise hug, then spun around and sprinted away, speaking cheery words of thanks as she did so. Vaguely, if Ebony had been listening, she'd have heard the faint running of a second set of footsteps down the hall, overshadowed only in part by the main crowd.

Shrugging to herself, Ebony made her way to the smaller changing room. This area of the school was always warmer, with rows of glass windows making the corridors act as a greenhouse of sorts. Thus, her jacket was soon taken off and tied about her waist.

The wooden door, unlike the girl's changing room, didn't open with a creak. This place was new, she supposed, so it made sense, but for no reason at all Ebony had made a note of this. Assuming the room was empty, she reached over to the bag which had been left in the far corner, only to be stopped. Her heart skipped a beat as the fingers of a soft uncalloused hand coiled around her wrist, followed by that of another. The touches were not hard, but the forceful and surprising nature allowed whoever it was to pull her hands behind her back.

She gasped, and immediately squirmed, only to find her wrists pulling against soft black rope. Coils and coils were wrapped around her wrists within seconds. Shocked, she barely had time to register this. Whoever was doing this to her wasn't strong, but was quick and deft. Biting her lip as the bindings were made evermore snug by the clinching of the rope, she experimentally tried to curl her wrists. This had to be a prank, right?

Managing to work up some energy as her attacker(?) ducked down and quickly looped more rope around her ankles, she almost stumbled and fell, but managed to get a good glimpse of them. They had soft medium length brownish hair and wore the same biker jacket as her - only they wore it zipped up. Their rounded facial features and the subtle grunting of their voice were rather feminine, but Ebony didn't get a good enough look to guess a gender before she had to squirm to stay upright.

Continuing to weakly struggle and twist as Stalker worked up her body, binding her legs above and below her knees, Ebony's main focus was staying upright. Her skirt swished about aimlessly, caressing her bare shaven thighs as she moved. Meanwhile, it seemed her captor wasn't done. She spoke out to them, demanding answers for this, insisting it must be a prank and telling them to let her free, but they didn't reply with more than a sly smile and the words: "you'll see".

Ebony's jacket was pulled away and discarded on the ground as rope was wrapped around her torso, pinning her arms to her back. She stopped struggling for a moment, furrowing her eyebrows as Stalker weaved a harness about her modest breasts, squeezing them from above and below, and pushing them out.

Gasping, Ebony hadn't managed to seize any opportunity to free her arms. She was well and truly trapped. It was exciting and would have probably been arousing if it wasn't so scary. What was this person going to do to her? All the breath was pulled out of her lungs in one moment as her captor suddenly tightened the ropes around her torso, making it hold her even more snuggly. Where there were previously loose bits, now there was only marginal leeway. Her breasts were further accentuated, and it became obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.

Blinking and squirming more as further rope was wrapped around her waist, she paused upon seeing a dangling strand hanging at the front. She shuddered. She knew enough to guess what was about to happen, but they weren't going to..were they?

In one swooping motion, Stalker slipped the rope between her thighs, forcing them apart just a little and pulling the rope firmly between her legs. Her skirt was rumpled, and she gasped as it dug in. It pressed into her panties as Stalker tied it off to her wrists, before giving her arms a tug. She yelped as the rope pressed her panties between her pussy lips, spreading her labia a little. This tug also drew attention to a knot along the rope, one that flicked against her clit with every little movement of her arms.

"Now it's time for playtime~" Stalker sang, swatting Ebony's ass with their hand. She squealed, hopping forward. The breath caught in her throat as even such the simple movement caused the crotch rope to grind against her, and she could already feel her panties beginning to get wet, but luckily nothing was in danger of soaking through the cotton just yet. Whimpering, she tried to spin to face them, only for them to grab her shoulder from behind and force her to bend over, sitting her down over their lap. "But first, your punishment. I've heard someone has been a naughty girl~"


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Thanks for reading this far. I should have an update out in a week. Maybe sooner. My friend is staying over so I won't be able to write over the next few days.

Edit: Fixed up some grammar issues, and polished off some things.

[radarlove67]

Nice story, I really liked that it was gender neutral so that TUGsters can go along with it in their own minds.

[Emily]

Eyes widening as she was bent over, Ebony flailed her arms about, trying to at least tug down her rumpled skirt so that it covered her panties. She succeeded in part, but the crotch rope stopped her pulling it much further. Her hips wiggled about as she did this, and Stalker merely laughed. The whole motion had left her increasingly flushed, with little eeps escaping her soft lips as the knotted rope grinded against her with every little movement. Despite knowing her situation, Ebony's natural instinct was to struggle. She was a defiant girl, and Stalker had engineered this tie perfectly to counter that.

Already panting just from squirming about on Stalker's lap, Ebony finally managed to steel herself enough to hold still. Occasionally, her body would twitch of its own accord, making the accursed rope dig in more. And as it rubbed, she'd shiver as the knot flicked over her clitoris, pressing into it and thus sending her moving again... and then again. Until she'd finally manage to hold still. Stalker, amused by how effective their bindings were, merely continued to hold Ebony in place.

Minutes passed, and a soft chuckle began to roll out of her captor's mouth. They reached down and gave the crotch rope a weak pull, sending Ebony squealing through a small cycle of struggles once again. "I haven't even started and you're already having fun," they laughed at her.

She pouted, trying to crane her neck to get another look at them, only to find one hand placed atop her head, ruffling her hair. Grumbling at this, she shook her head from side to side with a huff, exaggerating the motion. However, she made the mistake of shifting her shoulders, and thus her hips too. The knotted rope wiggled left and right, slipping deeper into her folds through her panties. Biting her lip, she barely managed to avoid making yet another noise.

"Y-you will let me go this instant!" Ebony insisted indignantly, like a spoiled princess making demands from her captor.

"Oh ho ho~ I don't think I will, darling Ebony," came the reply. They lowered their hand from her head and began to rub her back. They shifted their legs a little to get more comfortable, feeling her soft breasts pressing against them. Should Ebony have been spun around at this moment, they'd have seen her nipples practically bulging through the fabric, perky and erect. "If you want to leave, I'm afraid you'll have to escape all by yourself." Stalker tapped her back in sync with the last three words, walking the fingers on their other hand down it until they rested close to her butt, whilst their other arm held her between her shoulder blades.

"But first~" All of a sudden, with no warning, Stalker tensed. One hand pressed down on Ebony's back, whilst the other pulled away. Ebony tensed too for a moment, and, spotting this, Stalker waited for the right moment. It only took a mere second for her to relax again.

Smack!

In one perfect motion, their hand swung down like a whip, whacking her left ass cheek through her skirt and panties. It was a soft blow, barely enough to leave a red mark, but it'd sting during the moment. Squealing, Ebony rocked her hips forward in response, half from the force hitting them and half out of reflex. While she had little choice in making the move, it was a big mistake. Her crotch rope jerked harshly between her legs and the knot ran over her clit once again, tugging and rubbing her panties between her labia. She yelped, gasped, then let out a small moan. Softly, she tried to move her hands a little to massage her butt, only to find Stalker's smooth hand already doing so.

They rubbed systematically, pulling her skirt up in the process to reveal the ever-so-faint red mark. Ebony tried to curl her wrists to tug her skirt back down but only succeeded on tugging on the lewdly tied rope, further arousing herself with her movements. It had been shifted and rumpled too high up for her hands to reach while tethered by the crotch rope.

"Count for me. Count the spankings aloud and acknowledge your punishment." Stalker grinned. They'd rehearsed this in their head many times, but the sheer power they felt right now was intoxicating. They could do anything to this adorable girl before them, but first, they were going to make sure she knew just who her master was.

"Wh-wha? What p-punishment," Ebony stuttered. Her hair was messy already, and a little sweaty. Like a mop, or a rockstar after a performance. "I didn't do anything-" she eeped as Stalker wasted no time in firmly gripping the crotch rope, working it back and forth ever so slightly.

"Count," they insisted, jerking the rope every few tugs. Ebony arched her back, gasping and pressing her thighs together. She worked her hips, trying to alleviate the rope's movements but only making it worse.

"O-one," she muttered after some moments, looking down at the floor. A small victory for Stalker. She'd submitted in part.

"Good girl~" her captor cooed, smiling down at her and giving her a condescending pat on the head, messing up her hair even more in the process.

Smack!

Without tensing or giving her any warning, mere moments following, Stalker slapped their hand down onto her right ass cheek, this time harder than before, enough to leave a small mark. They gripped, gripping her butt afterwards, waiting impatiently for Ebony to speak.

Ebony, however, was locked in her own little world. The pain, followed by the tinges of pleasure, then more pleasure as she consequently struggled - it was all too much for her innocent virgin mind.

"Count," Stalker insisted yet another time, gripping the rope and tightly grinding it against her with one firm shaky pull.

After squealing, Ebony lifted her hips up to counter the strain, visibly beginning to shiver and shudder. "T-two," her mumbling shaky voice just managed to force the word out.

Stalker stopped the harsher treatment immediately and gave Ebony another pat on the head. "Good girl~ Keep this up and I might have to reward you."

Smack!

No sooner had they spoken, did their hand reach Ebony's left butt cheek, this time dealing a solid blow with a much louder smacking sound than the other times. Not hard enough to really hurt, but a good enough hit to leave her stinging for a while. She yelped, crying out and whimpering, before shivering and moaning softly as he rubbed her wounded ass.

"Three," she spoke, this time without any prompting. She enunciated the word perfectly, without stuttering, but it was clear it took a lot of focus for her to do so.

"Good girl~" the praise followed, and Ebony found herself cooing a little. But, this time, she made the mistake of relaxing. If Stalker was paying enough attention - which they most certainly were - they'd notice her hips rocking a little of their own accord. The rope rubbing back and forth against a now more-visible wet patch in her panties.

Smack!

This hit wasn't as strong as the third, but it was timed perfectly. Ebony's ass shook, her arms tugged in shock, and she let out a loud yelp, followed by an ever-so-weak moan of pleasure. She began to pant more and more, her breaths speeding up. Spotting this, Stalker laughed. "It seems that someone's enjoying this~" they tittered in a sing-song.

Ebony stopped instantly, holding perfectly still as Stalker massaged her butt. "I-I am not!" she denied. "I-I-I'd never enjoy such a d-depraved activity!"

"This little wet patch here says otherwise~" Walking their hand down from her butt, Stalker tapped her crotch, pressing the rope into her folds through her wet panties. Ebony bit her lip, gulping. Her face was practically a tomato with how embarrassed she was. All found out. "But I'm willing to humour you. If you finish this punishment without having a cute little orgasm on my lap, I'll let you go."

"... but first." Stalker gave the crotch rope yet another tug, purposely trying to work her up by sifting it back and forth and side to side - this pull being less painful in its nature. "Count," they insisted.

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Managed to get this post out today before my friend arrived. Don't expect anything more from me for some days, though.

[Tieup1]

Good start to the story, plenty of detail, a good read.

[Emily]

Visibly shuddering, Ebony weakly writhed in her bonds. If she really tried, she might have been able to roll off her captor's lap, but with them holding that one rope, they had almost complete control over her. While the pleasure she gained from the rope was little, it had built up over time and was especially distracting now that there was nothing she could do about it. She could feel the soaking juices in her panties, practically overflowing, and Stalker's acknowledgement of them turned her face to the brightest shade of cherry-red.

"F-four..." she finally mumbled, her voice trailing off. She had no idea how long this would go on for, and her only solace was that the pain was temporary. But she was certain that, if she steeled herself, she could make it through without cumming at their hands. It was just a bit of friction. Nothing more than she could handle... right?

While she was trying to logic away her predicament, she subconsciously felt a hand rubbing her head as more cheery praise. "Good girl~" It felt patronising... but oddly nice. She shivered, lifting her head up to press it against the hand. But, no sooner had she done so, another hand whacked straight against her bottom with a loud smack. It wasn't an extraordinary hard hit, but the surface it covered made it echo out like a clap.

Ebony yelped once again, her hips shifting forwards as the rhythm began yet another time. Biting her lip, she then tried her best to focus, still squirming about a little, her panting breath was just able to speak. "F-f-five."

"Good girl~" Stalker sang, giving her head a pat. This time, however, Ebony tensed up a little at first, causing Stalker to hold off their spanking for a few moments - until she finally relaxed and accepted the longer-lasting head rub. Five was a good number, Ebony had reasoned. And just as she thought there'd be no more to come-

Smack!

-Stalker's hand collided with her bare ass, sending the small yet well-rounded area of fat jiggling. Squealing, Ebony was completely taken aback by the hard strike, and her hips had rocked forwards sharply. Her breath caught in her throat as the knot pressed into her clit, rubbing against it. She twitched and shivered, and must have been doing so for a little while as the word "count" was harshly spoken into her ear.

She could barely think, let alone speak, as the rope was gripped and pulled firmly into her. Her hips bucked of their own accord for a moment, and she shook her head from side to side. Gasping for air, she twitched, trembling. Erratic breaths escaped her mouth, and as the rope kept moving it got increasingly hard to maintain control of herself. Almost lost in her own world of pleasure and pain, she gulped down a glob of saliva and finally spoke. "Sssix," she hissed, shaking her head more to try and slap some sense back into her body. So much for this being easy.

"Good girl~" Stalker chuckled as they sang the words, their tone sending little fuzzy tingles through Ebony's body. Tenderly, they pat her head and reluctantly let go of the lewdly tied rope.

Smack!

Immediately afterwards, they'd recoiled their hand and slapped down firmly, gripping and kneading her butt like dough in the following moments. Ebony didn't yelp this time, and only let out a soft moan. Her traitorous mind had begun to associate the hits with pleasure, and her hips continued to move on their own, keeping her on edge. She was playing a dangerous game, as close as she was, but managed to force another word out her mouth along with a slight whimper. "S-seven."

Stalker looked down at her, bemused. They could force her to lose the little game right now if they so wished, just a few tugs and touches in the right places, maybe grope her a little. But that would be boring. They wanted her to lose all on her own accord, so, without wasting a moment, they pulled back one hand while rubbing her head with another - reciting praise.

Smack!

Another hit landed right on her bottom, and, despite Ebony being ready, her hips rocked, then suddenly stopped. She was trembling, visibly held on edge. Stalker had to appreciate her willpower to hold off and not lose herself further was at least a little notable, but she was theirs now.

"Eight," she spoke, right as Stalker's fingers were about to grip the rope. She was clearly playing for time, and they'd have to punish her for that. Regardless, they gave a serene smile and praised her, rubbing her head which seemed to eagerly press against their hand.

Smack!

Ebony's hips jolted. Either she'd been too distracted by trying to hold back, or too focused on the head pats, she'd forgotten about her oncoming 'punishment'. The knot flicked over her clit, and her arms flailed about. "N-nine," she spoke as quickly as she could, whilst purposely working her crotch back and forth. The praise came quickly, and just as she was about to catch herself and stop, Stalker grinned, pulling their hand back yet again.

Smack!

Her hips, despite her tense body, were still pushed forward. Instinctively, her arms shifted to the side, trying to massage her butt cheek. In these moments, a few things happened. The knotted rope was pulled tightly over her crotch, flicking her clit up and side to side, whilst the rope itself slipped deeper between her labia. Her panties did little to protect the sensitive membranes. She shuddered, then shivered, and the dam broke. Her eyes rolled back, and she spasmed, twitching and trembling and only bringing about more jolts of pleasure and pain. Sitting on the bench, Stalker spun her around and lifted her up onto their lap, holding one arm close to her crotch, caressing it gently, while the other crossed over her chest and gripped her breast.

Barely coherent, Ebony drooled, her head lolling back. The wet patch on her panties grew, with some fluid dripping down onto the bench and her upper thighs. In her own little world of bliss, despite her subconscious mind yelling at her, Ebony did little more than weakly squirm, bucking her hips against Stalker's rubbing fingers while stimulating the rope with her bound hands.

"T-ten..." she finally mumbled, this time without any prompting. With her head rolling to the side, Stalker reached up and rubbed it, kissing her neck. "Good girl," they whispered, between the touches of their lips to her skin. She shivered again, squeezing their hand with her thighs whilst they continued to caress her down there, tenderly rubbing the wet spot on her panties. She felt raw and sensitive, and had a dumb grin on her face, a consequence of the orgasm's afterglow.

"Now, for playtime~" Stalker sang. "If you enjoyed that, I'm sure you'll love this."

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My friend ended up arriving pretty late, so I had time to write this out. Hope you like it!

[Risperdaltied]

Great story - love the unwilling/ yet willing aspect...

[Emily]

Thanks a lot for the comments, you guys. It's nice to know y'all are enjoying it.

I can't say when I'll be able to finish and post the rest, but hopefully, I can give you more within a week. It depends how much time I'm able to spend with my friend who's visiting me.

[Emily]

Gulping, Ebony shivered and jolted her head forward, swishing her messy hair about. "I-I do not enjoy this at all!" she insisted, her voice shaky. "Y-you p-pervert." At that moment, she struggled, trying to make her way to her feet and hop away, but Stalker swiftly hooked one arm around her chest, reaching up and gripping her neck, then curling their fingers upwards to squeeze her warm cheeks. Then, after the display of dominance, they gripped her breast, crossing the arm over her chest to do so. Kneading it firmly, yet softly, they could only smile.

"Your words may lie, but your body tells the truth~" Stalker sang out the last word, flicking her perky nipple through the form-fitting shirt while pressing one of his fingers teasingly against her crotch, running it over the rope and purposely flicking the knot with each stride. After feeling satisfied that she was beginning to get a bit hot and bothered again, Stalker then began to fiddle with her belts, undoing them, before hiking her skirt up further so it was completely out of the way. Ebony's panties were plain black, but now their purple lace trim had been revealed. "But, I suppose one further little challenge wouldn't hurt," they cooed, smiling knowingly.

"But first, I think it's about time we chose a gag for you." Stalker pulled out a piece of cloth and a ball gag from their bag beside them, then dangled them both in front of Ebony. "Which of these is your favourite, darling? Just know, if I catch you lying, I'll have to punish you."

Her eyes widening at the prospect of more torturous challenges, Ebony shivered. She whimpered and flailed a little as her skirt was lifted higher, but only succeeded in aggravating the crotch rope. She was slowly getting used to the sensation of it pushing her panties between her pussy lips, but each grinding movement still got to her. Her breaths quickened for a moment until she was pulled out of her stupor by the presentation of choices.

The ballgag would make her drool everywhere, and was much more humiliating than the other... Yet, secretly, it was something she'd always wanted to try. But not like this! This was... this was completely unfair. Her mind was fuzzy, and everything seemed to be happening too fast. Trying as best as she could, she partially convinced herself that she wanted to escape, yet, she still found herself playing into his game.

"The cloth," she lied, managing to hide her nervousness. As indignant as she was, she most certainly was not going to be humiliated by this pervert any further.

Snip. Snip.

Almost immediately, as if they were waiting for Ebony to say that exact thing, Stalker quickly dropped the ball gag and picked up a pair of scissors with the same hand, cutting the sides of Ebony's panties before she properly had time to react. She squealed, writhing and shuddering as Stalker gripped the front and slid the fabric out from between her pussy and the rope. It rubbed, somewhat harshly in fact, causing Ebony to cry out and hiss. Seizing the opportunity, Stalker then balled up the soaking fabric and pushed it into her mouth so that the wet patch was against her tongue, then wrapped the strip of cloth a few times around her head to hold it in place, before tying it off. Ebony's eyes practically bulged out of their sockets, faint tears dripping from them from the shock. She then whimpered, chewing on her panties.

"Aww, there-there," Stalker taunted, patting her atop the head and wrapping one arm around her waist to hug her. Ebony was still seated on the bench, sitting between her captor's thighs - but she wasn't far back enough to brush up against their crotch. "I'll buy you a new pair of panties, one that's just as cute with lots of pretty little ribbons. You dug yourself into this hole, sweetie. I told you not to lie to me~"

Ebony wiggled about, panting into the gag. With her panties gone, the rope was free to slip deeper between her lower lips, sawing into delicate membranes. Not being well versed in rope, Ebony wasn't sure what it was made of, but it was silky smooth. Every movement sent the fibres rubbing against her erotically, and while she could have sworn her panties offered no protection, without them it felt much, much, much more intense. It was constantly scratching an itch that she'd rather just go away.

She mumbled something into the gag and was surprised by how incoherent her own voice was. It was much more effective than the ball gag would have been, yet somehow even more humiliating. She whimpered further, squirming against Stalker's embrace. "Lmmt mmh hhhmm (Let me go)," she tried to speak, doing her best to pronounce the words this time, yet still, the result was incoherent. Furthermore, as her tongue moved about her mouth, she found herself tasting and gulping down her own tangy juices. She blushed heavily at this, balling her hands into little fists and letting out a long whine.

Stalker paused. They'd been having quite a bit of fun, but it was becoming clear teasing would only rile her up. They wanted her to belong to them first, and it seemed this might not be the way to go about it. Thus, they hugged her close with both arms, caressing her breast and tenderly toying with the crotch rope, gently easing it back and forth. "I am truly sorry, Ebony. But I'm of my word... and, if the dampness of this rope is any indication, I'm sure you're at least a little glad to have a better gag, hmm?"

Ebony shook her head from side to side at this, then squealed as her stalker tugged on the rope. Scrunching her eyes shut, she weakly began to buck her hips a little, unable to stop herself. A notable wet patch had formed on the bench, and her upper thighs were soaked. When the rope was tugged again, continually pulled upwards, Ebony arched her back and lifted her hips. Her captor slowly stood up, using their grip on the crotch rope to force Ebony to do the same. Her pussy almost ached from the torture, yet that only seemed to make it more sensitive to the pleasure.

Like a snake, Stalker slivered around her until they stood in front of her, holding a silky blindfold. Sporting a friendly smile, they reached out and fixed it around Ebony's head. The elastic snapped into place, and she was thoroughly blinded. Instinctively, Ebony shook her head from side to side, trying to see if she could flick it off, but this only rewarded her with a pat on the head. With all the commotion, Ebony still hadn't gotten a good look at her captor. She doubted she'd recognise them over all the other guys and gals at the school.

"Somewhere in this changing room is a pair of scissors. If you can find it, or otherwise get yourself free within the next thirty minutes, I'll let you go. If you can't, then you and I are going to have a little photoshoot," Stalker spoke cheerily, then pulled Ebony into a surprise hug, rubbing her back and patting her head. She hummed a little at this, despite previously whimpering at the idea of photos being taken - that idea left her mortified. "I'm going to head off and fulfil some errands," added Stalker, lying - there was no way they'd miss out on watching her struggle. "But first, I suppose I should leave you with a little present."

Ebony felt some tape, and something plastic being strapped to her thigh, and a small wire brushed against her skin. She paused. Surely they wouldn't... She then felt another piece of rubbery plastic touching her upper thigh, close to her crotch, whilst one of Stalker's hands fiddled with the crotch rope, pulling it away from her snatch and giving her a little reprieve. She sighed at this, naively thinking they were planning on giving her a break. That was until the small rubbery egg was slipped a little bit inside her pussy. The rope then twanged back against her crotch, instantly slipping back between her labia. She yelped into the gag, squealing.

Click.

With a flick of their fingers, Stalker pressed one of the buttons on the remote attached to Ebony's thigh. She shivered, moaning softly as the egg-like object inside her began to vibrate, buzzing softly. In her mind, it felt like a medium setting, but in truth Stalker had set it to the lowest option. The hum of the vibe was just faintly audible to Ebony's ears, and she chewed on the gag to suppress a few lewd noises. "Mmm, HHMMPH!" she protested into the gag, her hips rocking ever so slightly. She felt a couple of droplets of her juices trickle down her thigh, and shivered erotically, arching her back.

"Good girl~" her captor cooed warmly, patting her atop the head once again. She hummed in response, visibly starting to tremble. It took all of her willpower to keep standing. "Sadly, I've got to head off for a bit now. Have fun, cutie~"

And with that, Ebony heard a set of footsteps walking towards the door, followed by the sound of it slamming. She gulped. Under the illusion of being alone, she flexed and squirmed, but every twitch only stimulated her further as the vibrator was jostled about inside her, along with the rubbing of the crotch rope. Carefully, she began to step forward bit by bit, shuffling her bound feet. She'd already lost hope, but she had to at least try, right?

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Wrote this up earlier while playing Civ. I think I'm addicted to my own story. As always, feedback is appreciated.

[redlukas]

I think I'm addicted to my own story. As always, feedback is appreciated.

You aren't the only one addicted - I am too, because it's really a magnificent story! ;D
Please continue!

[Tieup1]

This is a super story, well written, and good to read. Poor Ebony she having pleasure and pain in equal measure. I'd like it if she managed to turn the tables, and got some revenge.

[Emily]

Five minutes had passed, and Ebony had achieved nothing except shuffling about the room, sometimes bumping into the benches or stepping on odd pieces of cloth. She'd barely struggled at all, and the blindfold made her wary about hopping to move around quicker - what if she fell over? Her upper thighs were soaked with sexual juices, and there were a few little puddles and droplets on the floor behind her, evidence of her travelling. She couldn't see it, but Stalker - who'd only pretended to leave the room, eyed up the sight with a grin.

Ebony hadn't achieved anything besides steadily working herself up. The vibrator felt like it was a bit deeper inside her now, but she guessed it was still lower than her g-spot. Not that she knew where that was due to lack of experience. Mewling softly into the gag, she blushed as her muffled moans and pants reached her ears. Standing still, she stopped shuffling and began to buck her hips, tugging her arm and forcing the silky rope to rub between her folds. She shivered and shuddered, spasming a little before carefully falling onto her knees, where she continued the motions, simply unable to hold back. The rushed breaths though her nose cascaded down her face.

It wasn't hot in the room, but Ebony felt like she was burning up. Sweat dripped against her brow, coming from near her hairline, and her shift felt like it was sticking to her body. She shrugged and rolled her shoulders back as she stimulated herself with the rope, feeling it erotically squeeze and caress her breasts, pushing them out. Idly, she wondered how she looked. It'd be nice if there was a mirror nearby, not that she could see anything. Regardless, she was convinced she'd seem like a mess rather than anything attractive. Nothing like the cuter girls in videos and pictures she'd seen. Stalker, however, would disagree.

Regardless, now kneeling, Ebony continued to wiggle her hips back and forth, rhythmically moaning louder and louder as she tugged on her arms and rolled her shoulders to feel the lewd embraces of the ropes. As her full situation was lost to her, she focused on the sensations and pleasure she could feel. Silence besides that of her own noises filled the room, and she could see nothing. She was forced to only experience the pleasure - so why not enjoy it? Even as her own mind screamed at her to stop, she continued to buck her hips, faster and faster, harder and harder until...

The dam broke. She shuddered, spasming as fluids dripped past the crotch rope. Her ass pressed against her ankles, and she slowly rolled onto her side, moaning. After moments of hardly struggling at all, she'd already succumbed to her situation, cumming in a humiliating manner by her own hand once again, although she'd insist the vibrator had something to do with it. Panting heavily as she drooled a little into the gag, she curled up into a ball, trembling in her post-orgasmic state. The buzzing vibrator continued to assault her raw and sensitive pussy from inside her inner walls, but unable to reach the remote or the wires, she couldn't do anything about it. The small device has practically dominated her, although she was unable to orgasm from it alone, the distraction was more than enough to thwart her escape attempts.

Still panting, Ebony paused as the orgasm began to subside, and her mind slowly began to feel clearer. Almost a bit disgusted with herself, she realised something. She was flexible. Maybe she could untie her ankles?

Rolling over onto her belly, she bent her legs as much as she could and arched her back, reaching as far as she could with her bound arms until she touched her toes. Gripping them firmly, she worked her fingers along them, pulling them closer until her hands were hooked around the rope binding her ankles. Yet... she couldn't find a knot. Of course, they were tied from the front, she grumbled internally. Chewing on the gag - which now just tasted of saliva rather than her own juices - she concentrated as best as she could, pulling her feet closer to her butt and working her hands through the small gap between her tied feet. It wasn't long before she managed to touch the knot.

Twitching, and trembling from the strain on her body and the distracting buzzing vibrators, Ebony continued to work as best as she could, fiddling with the knot. It was tight, but eventually, she hooked a nail under the mess or ropes and gently eased one of the strands out until the whole thing unravelled. She wiggled, flailing her legs about and kicking the rope away, satisfied with the progress she'd made.

Yet, it wasn't enough. Her knees were bound too, as were her thighs, and she had no hope of reading the rope there. What she really needed was the scissors. Gulping, she squirmed, trying to sit up but only succeeding on tugging on the crotch rope. Despite the limited progress she'd made, all she was able to do was writhe about on the floor, letting out cute little eeps and moans as the ropes rubbed and the vibrator buzzed. She simply couldn't manage to swing herself up into a sitting position, even with her back against a locker, yet alone make her way to her feet.

Moaning a complaint, Ebony grumbled a little, and soon found herself lightly bucking her hips again, curled up in a ball. Her arms tugged weakly. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she knew the pervert who'd tied her up would be back soon. It had to be close to half an hour by now. Her only hope of turning the tables involved finding the scissors...

Humiliatingly, Ebony could only think of one way to cover ground. Rolling over about the room. Assuming the scissors weren't hidden in a locker or evilly placed on a bench, that was her best shot, she reasoned. She groaned, then munched down on the gag, biting it until her teeth touched, before beginning her quest.

Her first objective was to make sure she was facing the right direction, so she kicked out her legs until they met a locker, then shifted and squirmed until she was perpendicular. It took a lot of work, and she'd let out many embarrassing noises as the ropes rubbed during her movements, but she made it. The second thing to do was to actually start rolling. The problem was, being all tied up as she was, it was very hard to shift her body weight about, and she couldn't push off against the floor with her hands without flicking the deviously placed knot against her clit.

Sacrifices had to be made. Moaning and bucking her hips, Ebony rolled, it was a struggle, but she kept at it, pushing off the floor and working her shoulders, squealing every so often as the ropes pressed unexpectedly hard and such. Soaking wet, she eventually reached a wall, all without finding the much-needed piece of metal that would help her get free. Gulping, she continued regardless, determined to find a way out, and totally not continuing the movements due to the arousing movements of the ropes and how it jostled the vibrator about inside her. She wiggled forward a bit, much like a snake or a worm, then began rolling back across the room in the other direction.

Clink.

She felt something. A piece of metal. Something cold had brushed against her shoulder as she'd rolled and been pushed across the floor. Flailing about, ignoring her building orgasm, she wiggled and thrashed, trying to shift herself in a place where she could grab the object with her bound hands. It was much harder than one would think, especially since she'd knocked it - now she had no idea where it was.

Panting heavily, Ebony pressed on. Her hips wiggled about, and her hands practically caressed the floor as she looked for the object. Trembling from pleasure, she moaned softly, then, all of a sudden, just as her fingers closed around it, she spasmed, crying out into the gag.

It hit her like a truck. Her hand clenched, then relaxed, dropping the object as she came for the third time since she'd been tied up. Juices spewed around the crotch rope, and her hips bucked weakly, mostly of their own accord. She moaned, her eyes rolling back as every nerve of her body seemed to light up. Thighs still quivering, she heard the door open as Stalker pretended to return. As quickly as she could, she tried to reach out to grab the scissors, but it was too late.

"Time's up~" the familiar androgynous sing-song voice spoke, and Ebony felt the scissors being taken from her dwindling grasp before she could get a proper grip on them. "It looks like someone had quite a bit of fun without me, didn't they?" they continued. "I sure hope you have enough energy left for our photoshoot."

Ebony could only blush, burying her face into the floor and mewling softly. Even knowing her captor was watching, her hips refused to stop moving of their own accord.


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I am a biiiit drunk right now, but I figured I'd write up another post before I go to bed. I might edit tomorrow if I get the time. And I'm definitely planning on editing the whole story once I've finished, just to polish it off and remove any minor errors I made. I'm really loving toying with my own character and writing this story - I'm basically addicted.

Also, lemme know if y'all have any cool ideas for what to do for the photoshoot? Maybe I could dress her up in some outfits or do all sorts of fancy bondage positions. I can't say I'll include what you ask for since it's my story, but hey, I won't say no to ideas.

As always, feedback is appreciated (feel free to PM me if you don't wanna clog up the thread). As are criticisms.

[Tieup1]

Another very good chapter, I am really enjoying this story.

[Emily]

Whining into the gag as she was pulled up to her feet, Ebony yelped yet again as her arms were pulled back and the knot pressed hard against her clit. Unable to see anything, she could only assume her captor was getting out a camera, given the fumbling noises that followed.

It turned out she was wrong. She felt their hands pushing her hair away from the blindfold, then a brush touching her scalp. Humming a tune, Stalker smiled as they ran the brush through her hair, combing it and smoothing out the tangles, making it much more presentable. It wasn't long before it was back to its normal self, the little sweat being mostly hidden amongst the wavey locks. Ebony didn't struggle at all, and enjoyed the sensations, rocking her hips back and forth and moaning softly as the pervert fixed her hair. It was nice to be cared for like that and was something she'd always enjoyed - not that it happened often. Only at the occasional sleepover, it at all.

Cheekily, Stalker gave Ebony's left breast a grope once they finished, pinching her nipple and tugging it. "I really haven't given these enough attention, have I?" they teased, then, wrapping both their arms around her, they began to start squeezing and caressing both of her boobs. Particular attention was given to her perky nipples, mostly light flicks and gentle tugs with infrequent pinching.

Squealing and squirming about, Ebony, now weak at the knees, almost fell and had to rely on Stalker to stay upright. As her hips and waist twisted, she was only stimulated more. Weak and raw, she felt really sensitive, and the continued pleasure almost hurt.

Stalker didn't continue the treatment for long, however, so Ebony was soon given some relief. The moment they let go, her legs bent, and she stumbled, pressing her knees together while her feet spread a little to try and keep her balance. It took a few seconds, but she eventually managed to stabilise herself, panting heavily.

Chuckling at Ebony's clear fatigue, Stalker spoke, "I know you're tired, but don't worry, this photoshoot will be easy. I'll even give you a choice of your first outfit..." They paused for a moment, pondering something. "Option one: I pull your skirt back down and redo some of the ropes. But I'll do plenty of special upskirt shots so we can see your adorably wet pussy. Option two: I take off all your clothing, barring those adorable socks, but give you a new clean pair of panties to wear. I promise they'll be super cute~"

Of course, it wouldn't be that simple. Ebony perked up at the mention of her modesty being protected by the skirt once again, then whined upon the mention of upskirt shots. She pressed her thighs together protectively, idly hopping from foot to foot as the vibrator continued to buzz in the background. If only she could reach the dammed remote.

"Here, let me show you." Ebony heard a faint rustling before her blindfold was slowly pulled up. Stalker was standing behind her, where, once again she had no good look at their face. Their soft hairless arm reached out, however, holding a normal plain pair of panties. The rim was laced with purple ribbons, and there was a little bow at the front. As Ebony's captor waved it around, she noticed purple hearts stitched in on the sides. It looked to be somewhat soft and was generally unobjectionable... that was until she saw the back. The words 'spank me' were embroidered on it in a cursive purple font. She gulped.

"So... What's it gonna be?" asked Stalker, lowering the blindfold and giving Ebony a playfully light slap on the butt. She eeped in response, then tried to turn her head to pout at her them, only for them to hug her close first, wrapping their hands around her belly. "Spank yourself a few times if you want the panties, or bend over and show me more of your cute ass if you want me to fix up your skirt."

Behind the blindfold, Ebony's eyes widened. Spank herself! Bend over?! She absolutely refused to perform such an act. As if reading her mind, Stalker chuckled, then bent over and flicked the switch on the vibrator, setting it to the maximum speed. It pulsed, buzzing violently for a moment, then stopping ever so briefly, before buzzing again. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.

Squealing loudly before letting out a short moan, Ebony began to shudder once again. "If you don't choose, I'll just leave this on for you. I'll make you cum again and again for me." Stalker hugged her from behind yet another time, gripping and tugging at the crotch rope while gripping her breast firmly through her clothing. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.

"Mmmph mmph!" Ebony protested through the gag, trembling and spasming. She quivered in their arms, writhing with pleasure while struggling frantically. Under the blindfold, her eyes were wide, youthful, and teary due to all the forced sensations running through her body. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. The vibrations continued to harass her.

Letting go, Stalker helped Ebony stay steady by holding her shoulders for some moments. Whimpering Ebony scrunched her eyes shut and balled her hands into little fists. She hardly knew which one to choose in the first place, and certainly didn't have the willpower to perform the actions. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. Ebony shivered erotically, trying her best to think despite the many 'distractions'.

If she went with the panties, she'd be almost naked, but at least she'd have protection against the crotch rope again. Buuut, if she went with the skirt, while some pictures of her crotch might be taken, she was sure she could press her thighs together... although there was no telling what other things the stalker would do to her while she was exposed like that. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. Ebony jolted, as the vibrator continued to remind her of its presence. Moaning, she rapidly shook her head from side to side to try and bring back her senses.

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.

Panting, trembling, and squealing, she reluctantly pulled her hands back as far as she could, then slapped her ass. Hard. Yelping out of surprise from her own force, she stumbled a little, before pulling her hands back to slap her other butt cheek. It echoed loudly, and Stalker chuckled a little. Breathing heavily, Ebony continued, hitting her butt another two more times. Due to her hands being tethered, each spanking was preceded with a sharp tug to her own crotch rope, which only added to the juices trickling down her thighs and socking the tops of her socks.

Click.

"Good girl~" Stalker spoke warmly, sounding almost genuine as they rubbed Ebony's head and turned the vibrator back down to the lowest setting - a constant dull buzz. They smoothed out some of her hair, brushing it about, then pulled out their scissors. In a few snips, they'd decimated Ebony's plain black shirt and pulled it out from under the ropes, giving her breasts a few token touches during the process. Ebony blushed heavily and then eeped as Stalker then silently put the scissors away. Taking off her skirt manually would be more fun, they decided. And. she was probably more attached to it.

Much to Ebony's relief, the first rope that needed untying was the crotch rope, which was quickly unfixed from her wrists before being snuggly retied normally and tied off at the front. Sighing in the brief moment of respite, Ebony had whimpered as it had been reapplied, but then rolled her shoulders and flexed her freed wrists. With only a little hesitation, Stalker slowly eased Ebony's skirt down to her ankles, groping her ass and legs on the way.

Next came the leg bindings, which they soon undid one by one, letting the coils of rope fall to the floor. Ebony instinctively stepped out of them, flexing her legs and stretching them a little. Little red marks lingered where she'd been tied. Not actual rope burn, but just little marks from the friction and constant firm pressure.

It was at this point that Ebony realised just how exposed she was. Nothing but her socks remained on her body, and she pressed her thighs together, whimpering. Noticing this, Stalker gave her another pat on the head. "Don't worry, cutie. It's now time for your panties."

Licking their lips, Stalker undid the crotch rope again, leaving it dangling, then softly picked up one of Ebony's legs, putting it through one of the panty leg holes before then doing the same with her other leg. It was an odd sensation to Ebony, being dressed like this, yet in an odd way, it was somewhat arousing and comforting at the same time. Meanwhile, as Stalker slowly dressed her, Ebony cheekily tried to contract her pussy, trying to push the vibrator out, yet, all the squeezing of her inner walls only ended up pulling it further inside. It simply wouldn't slip free at this point, even without the rope holding it in place.

Chewing on the gag and moaning softly, Ebony tried to steady her breathing, almost holding her breath as the panties were pulled up her thighs. The silk felt good against her skin. But, before it touched her crotch, she felt a rag of her old shirt being rubbed back and forth against her pussy and upper thighs, soaking up all her juices. She eeped, shuddering but lightly bucking her hips against it regardless as she pretended to struggle. "Mmph!" she faux-protested, murmuring quietly through the gag.

Stalker could only smile at this as they eased the panties the rest of the way up, then purposely massaged it in place against her crotch. Mewling pathetically, Ebony shuddered, swaying from side to side.

Smack.

She yelped as her captor's hand impacted against her butt, then sank into their hands as they massaged it afterwards.

"Good girl~" the words were spoken once again, given with the complimentary head pat. Ebony found herself shifting up onto her tiptoes even before the hand touched her head, but this time it didn't ruffle her hair, and instead smoothed it out afterwards. "Now, would you rather have another nice and snug little crotch rope, or should I play with your boobs more?" Stalker pondered.

Ebony visibly stiffened upon their words, her mind racing as she tried to decide on an answer, only for both of their hands to tug at her nipples. She squealed, wiggling her chest about and arching her back. "Just kiddiiiiing~ I think I'll do both."


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Sorry for not getting started with the photoshoot yet. I got carried away. I'll have the photoshoot begin next post, although I expect it will last multiple posts. As usual, I love feedback, and it'd be cool to get some PMs or comments with potential outfits, bondage positions, and predicaments for me to put her in. I have a few ideas, and someone's given me some others already, but more potential content is always appriciated.

[tugnewb]

Wow this is amazing, loved every bit of it!

[Tieup1]

Another arousing chapter, a very enjoyable read.

[Emily]

"But first, let's take a few cuter photos," Stalker added. "Not everything I do to you has to be lewd, does it?" Opting to leave Ebony's legs free, they sat Ebony down on a nearby bench. She fidgetted and squirmed, and soon began to blush as she heard the clicks of the camera. Again and again and again. Weakly, she tried to twist her bound arms around her body but was unable to cover her chest. Her heart raced. Would this be used as blackmail? Shared around? Or solely used to taunt and humiliate her? Some of those thoughts were arousing, while others made her shiver with fear. Ebony flexed her jaw, wiggling about and struggling on the spot, sometimes shuffling or leaning from side to side. Her only solace was the cleanliness of the new panties, not that it would last at the current rate of her 'torture' - especially with the vibrator buzzing against her inner walls.

"Arch your back a bit for me, please. I want to get a good one of your cute tits." Her captor's words distracted her from her thoughts. Blushing heavily, she could feel how stiff her nipples were in the warm air, held out and emphasised by the firm silky ropes. Mumbling into her gag, Ebony shook her head from side to side with all the defiance she could muster. Within a second, her right breast was slapped, then her left. The hit was gentle, but she felt them jiggle about a little. "Remember who's in charge here, princess. Are you sure you want to disobey?"

Gulping, Ebony then nodded her head. "Lmmt mmh gmmm (Let me go)!" she mumbled into the gag, trying her best to speak with defiance.

"Oh~" her stalker teased, speaking in a sing-song. They curled two fingers up under Ebony's chin, forcing her to blindly hold her head high. "But you were enjoying this so much a moment ago. I remember walking in on you practically masturbating with the rope between your legs. Alas, I have other plans for you so I shan't be retying it just yet."

Ebony could only blush, blindly trying to look away from her captor, only to miserably fail as they gripped her chin. She whimpered softly, murmuring incoherently. Stalker let go and stepped back, readying their camera. "Come on, dear, don't be like that. Arch your back for me and I might even give you a reward~"

Well, now she definitely wasn't going to arch her back. She'd had enough of the pervert's rewards, she silently insisted to herself. Subtly, she squirmed a little, namely due to the vibrator that was still teasing her. She then froze, hearing another click.

"Good girl~" Her eyes widened behind the blindfold. She hadn't arched her back, had she? Her mind raced as she found herself enjoying the slightly-longer-than-usual head patting session. Was she obedient? She might have had a straight back, but did she arch it? Despite the event occurring only moments ago, gaps already seemed to be forming in her memory. Did she actually... want this? "Now let's retie your arms so you can get more comfortable."

They fiddled about with the rope binding her wrists and breasts, swiftly bending Ebony's arms so her forearms were bent and parallel, tied together at the middle of her back. Ebony found herself relaxing into their soft grip, humming along as the new bindings were tied. Her breasts also weren't pushed out as much, and her elbows weren't forced to sit uncomfortably close together. It also felt much more snug, there was no way for her to wiggle out, as much as she tried.

"There." They reached out and gave Ebony's head a gentle rub once again, before continuing. "Now, hop off the bench and kneel on the floor for me, I want a picture showing off my ropework."

Complying, Ebony did as was asked. She bent over a little and heard the rickety bench creaking as Stalker sat upon it behind her, then the click of the camera. She shuffled forward a bit and then straightened her back, kneeling up higher to give them a better view, then paused. Why was she helping them? Furrowing her eyebrows, she squirmed about, wiggling and doing her best to ignore the teasing vibrator. It wasn't too hard to focus on other things, but she could do little to distract herself from it. Once again, her hips began to rock instinctively, and she arched her back, twisting her arms and weakly struggling against the new snug bindings.

Smack.

Ebony yelped, almost falling over forward as she felt Stalker's hand whack against her bottom. It wasn't too hard, but it startled her. "Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. It's your fault for choosing such adorable panties. Anyway, I think that's the first part of our photoshoot done."

Ebony could only grumble in response. She couldn't even reach her butt to massage it better, although Stalker soon did so themself. Bending over in front of Ebony, they hugged her close, holding her ass and using their grip to guide her to her feet. Being a skinny girl, she didn't have much for them to grip onto, but the tightly fitting panties did seem to emphasise her butt somewhat. Once Ebony was standing, they moved away and fumbled with some things, before coming back.

"Now, before we move on, I think we should make things a little more symmetrical." Ebony felt a piece of plastic touch her other thigh, and immediately squirmed about, stepping away. There was already one of those vibrating things inside her, she most certainly did not need another. As she was moving, however, she swiftly found herself stepping back into a wall. Before she could move elsewhere, two hands gripped her shoulders, holding her in place.

"Don't make me punish you again," they growled. Perhaps it was meant to instil fear, but Ebony found it almost seductive. She shivered, and squeezed her thighs together, only for a knee to push between them, roughly spreading her legs. "Or, maybe that's exactly what you want, hmm?" A set of lips graced her neck whilst the knee separating her thighs rose higher, pressing into her panties. Then, it lifted even higher, forcing her onto her tiptoes as the pressure kept up on her crotch. Stalker moved the offending leg back and forth, firmly grinding it against Ebony. Still pinned against the wall, even with her legs free, Ebony was helpless against the assault. She sank, murmuring and drooping, her own hips moving back and forth as she struggled.

"Now, where were we?" They stepped back, and Ebony almost fell to her knees, weak and shaky. Without wasting any moments, they taped a vibrator to her other thigh, then slipped the egg into her panties before massaging it between and into her pussy lips. Chewing on the gag, Ebony shivered, her breaths fast and intense.

Click. Bzzzzzz.

Stalker could only grin at her reactions, as they made sure both vibes were set to the lowest setting. While one was deeper inside her, now, the other teased her closer to her entrance. She shuddered and spasmed a little, moaning softly, visibly twitching. Sitting back, Stalker watched and waited for her to calm down, then pulled out a black studded collar and fixing it around her neck. It came with a long black leash, which they held and gave a light tug. When Ebony inevitably stepped forward, being too weak to really resist, they smiled and rubbed her head. "Good girl~"

"Now," they continued, forcing her to follow them towards one of the changing room doors. "Let's get you dressed up. Lift your leg for me please, princess." They smiled warmly, despite Ebony being too blinded to see it. Tentatively, she lifted her foot a few inches off the floor and felt some fabric being pulled around it. Her foot was lowered and she did the same with her other leg, still shaky. It felt like really short shorts and was a smooth stretchy material. Stalker, crouching down, gripped the short blue gym shorts and pulled them up, snapping them into place. They were like those from an anime in style, rather than the official gym uniform for the school. Ebony could vaguely guess this but naturally couldn't get a good look.

Hearing a door open, Ebony froze up, only to stumble forward a little as the leash was tugged again. The dual vibrators made her legs feel weak, despite not bringing her any closer to an orgasm.

"Don't worry, we're just going to the gym. No one's there." They tugged again, pulling her forward and into the large room. Ebony shivered as the cold air touched her nipples. This was going to be a long day.


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Sorry for the delays. I've been kind tired and busy lately. Anyway, I should have another post out within two more days.

[Tieup1]

Another very good continuation, this is a well written, entertaining story

I just wish, there was someone, who could save Ebony

[wolfman]

This is a great story. Thank you for posting it. Would love to see more.

[rafeylovesbonds]

@Emily - I've just come across this story and read through it - an excellent piece of writing! Especially nice to see from another Brit.

Rafey

[Dpsiic]

This is an amazing story please write more.

[Emily]

Flexing and curling her wrists in the tight bindings, Ebony stumbled forward step by step. The panties in her mouth were now soaked more with saliva than her juices, so she could chew on them to suppress her moans without feeling lewd or guilty. The faint buzzing of the vibrators inside her was just barely audible, and every step she made jostled them about, causing the small eggs to rub against her inner walls teasingly.

Stalker didn't say all that much, besides offering the occasional word of encouragement or commenting on how 'adorable she looked'. They kept the leash taut, delivering swift and regular tugs just to make sure Ebony knew exactly who was in charge. Until... they simply let go. "Stay here for a moment, princess~" they sang in their infuriatingly smooth voice. Still having no clue who they actually were, Ebony pictured them as being a part of the drama or music clubs at the very least.

As she stood there, she tried to focus on something, but with her limited senses, the buzzing vibrators were impossible to ignore. She whimpered a little behind the gag, squirming and ever so slightly wiggling her hips. She hopped from foot to foot, trying to shift them into a more agreeable position but to no avail. Whining rather loudly, she bit down hard on the gag and clenched her hands into weak fists, trying to do at least something to distract herself. Her nipples felt so stiff they almost ached, and every time she moved her arms, she was reminded of the ropes pushing up her boobs.

Hearing a strange clicking in the distance, she was jolted out of her little world. It sounded a little like a crank hoisting something up. She cocked her head, then eeped and pressed her left together as she felt something touch against her inner thigh. Was it... rope? As it only rose higher, her breath caught in her mouth as it lifted up enough to press into her crotch. It continued to rise a little more, and she could hear Stalker pulling on the rope to make sure it was taut. Every touch they made sent it vibrating and twanging against the skimpy gym shorts. They seemed to be making no effort to be gentle, pulling until the rope only had the smallest bit of give and then knotting it off.

Ebony's breaths were quick, and she rose up onto her tiptoes, only for the rope to spring upwards a little and meet her there. It was at this point where Stalker returned, clipped soft cuffs around each of Ebony's ankles, and attached them together with a short chain. Ebony gulped. She had no idea how long the rope was, but she was stuck straddling it. She'd missed her chance to thwart their plans by dismounting.

"Good girl~" Stalker cooed and reached up to pat her on the head. She blushed softly, almost swooning at the praise before shaking her head indignantly. She squirmed about and tried to move away, only to immediately stop as the rope pressed more firmly between her legs. Laughing to themself, Stalker seized the opportunity to hook a finger under the rope in front of Ebony and raise it higher, forcing it to dig into her shorts and panties, spreading her moist labia. Eeping, she then yelped further as her captor delivered a swift slap to her bottom, making her jerk and shift her crotch against the rope. Luckily, her crotch was clothed so it didn't bite hard, but it did alert her to the presence of a knot in the rope just in front of her, one that evilly pressed right into her clit.

As they let go of the rope, it twanged back into place against Ebony's shorts, the rough vibrations making Ebony tremble a little, whereby she stumbled back away from the knot. With a smile and a quick comment about how she should stay 'true to her feelings', Stalker then slipped each of Ebony's feet into high heels, forcing her to remain on the tips of her toes. They were steep, and she heard the click of a small lock preventing their untimely removal. It made balancing easier than standing on her tiptoes, at least, but harder than walking.

Experimentally, she shuffled from foot to foot, but even with the heels, the presence of the rope was hard to ignore. The thin layers of fabric did little, and it still forced its way into her folds, pressing into her clit. She gulped, already starting to get ideas of what Stalker had planned.

"Walk," the command was spoken harshly, much more so than anything they'd said previously. Ebony trembled at the word, and without thinking all that much, she started to weakly step forward. The chain between her ankles jangled as she moved, and she panted softly, growing short of breath. And then, she stopped, barely having moved more than a few inches. A bulky knot was pressed right up against her clit, one she couldn't simply hop over.

"Walk," the command came again, and Stalker delivered a swift slap to her soft ass, groping her butt afterwards and forcing her to press up against and then ride over the knot. She whimpered at this and stumbled alone a little further. It almost hurt, but it was more a sexual discomfort than anything else. Humiliating. The collar was still firm around her neck, and the buzzing of the vibes inside her kept her on edge. Constantly sensitive and twitching. Trembling, she shuffled forward a little further on her own, before stopping to recompose herself, only for another slap to her butt to be delivered, this time with the tip of a crop. It hurt more, stinging, but it wasn't particularly hard.

"Walk," Stalker spoke harshly yet again. In response to this, Ebony moved a few more steps, whimpering as she forced herself over a knot, before slowly stopping again. It was pure torture, and her cheeks were as red as cherries due to her flustered visage.

"If you're having trouble, perhaps I should provide some encouragement~" her captor sang, grinning, the reached down and flicked the switches for her vibrators, turning them up to medium. Ebony squealed and shuddered, growing weak at the knees. Trying her best to stay standing, less the rope bite into her further, she wiggled her arms about and clenched her hands tightly so that her nails pressed into her palms. The tinge of pain distracted her for a brief moment before Stalker whipped her butt again with the crop, then reached up and pinched and tugged at one of her nipples. Twisting and turning, Ebony shook her head from side to side in protest.

This wasn't an encouragement. If anything, it made everything even harder. She chomped down on the panties in her mouth and made an indignant 'huffing' noise though her nose.

"I said walk," Stalker slapped her butt yet again, this time with their hand, but they didn't grope it afterwards. "Unless you'd rather I turned up your playtoys even higher~" they sang, but in a harsh tone.

Ebony staggered forward as best as she could upon this threat, the inside of her panties filled with her moist juices. She whimpered, pressing up against the next knot, trying to work up the energy to go over it, only for Stalker to immediately take the opportunity to whisper into her ear. "I always knew you were a slut." And with that, they flicked the vibes up to high.

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Sorry for the delay in posting this. My depression got pretty bad and shiz, so it was hard to work up the urge to write. That, and the new medication I was on killed my sex drive. Feeling a bit better now and figured I should try to busy myself with something, so here we go, lol.

[wolfman]

I would like to say a big thank you for posting remarkable stories, especially in light of the health troubles you mention in your post.

For what it is worth, remember, you are not alone even if it feels like a ten foot think wall is around you wherever you go. Someone is there for you.

[Emily]

I would like to say a big thank you for posting remarkable stories, especially in light of the health troubles you mention in your post.

Thanks dude. That means a lot. I plan to keep pushing forward and whatnot.

[Tieup1]

Another stunning chapter, well done.

[Emily]

"Mmmbbphhl~!" Ebony's back straightened with a jolt, and she let out the most humiliating noise. A mixture of a moan and mumbled protest, as well as her sheer surprise all meshed together. She shivered and shuddered, bending and almost falling onto the rope. But, luckily, Stalker reached out to hold her arm to keep her steady in the following moments. Frantically breathing in and out through her nose, she squealed and gasped into her gag. Her hips rocked about, trembling as she futilely tried to get used to the all-consuming pleasure. Naturally, there was no escape from the powerful vibrations, especially with the deeper vibe pressed up against her g-spot.

"There's a good girl~!" Stalker laughed at her discomfort. "I always knew you were submissive. And, the longer you spend on this rope, the more I'm going to make you cum..." they paused for a moment, then whispered into her ear. "Slut."

Ebony, whose eyes were wide and watery behind the blindfold, shivered violently at the degrading. She... she wasn't a slut! She was being forced to enjoy this, she tried to convince herself. As she writhed with pleasure, lost in a world of her own and quickly being forced closer to an orgasm, Stalker's grin only grew, then, with a sudden burst of deftness, they turned her vibrators back down to low. Just when she'd been on the verge of another release.

"Denied!"

Blinking rapidly behind the blindfold, Ebony looked around aimlessly. "MmMMPH?" she cocked her head for a moment, trying to convince herself she liked this development, yet deep down, her body hungered. Her hips rocked, and the knot in the rope rubbed between her legs as she stumbled forward a little, whimpering as she did so.

"That's right, my slutty princess," Stalker spoke huskily, "I control your pleasure." Their grin turned only widened upon seeing her futile efforts to get off on the rope, whether she knew what she was doing or not. Their simple response was to whip her clothed butt with the crop, pulling her out of her stupor and spurring her onwards. "Walk," they commanded with surprising authority.

Shuddering as her pussy was swiftly and roughly forced over the knot by the whip, Ebony's breath caught in her throat for a moment, and the tinge of pain pushed her away from the orgasm. Her clit was almost sore from the constant pressure on it by the rope, but the gym shorts and panties provided just enough protection to prevent too much friction. Making little steps, Ebony tried her best to obey and keep moving, but however much she tried, she always found herself stopping upon every few knots. Either she was getting more sensitive, of they were getting bigger and bulkier.

"Walk," Stalker ordered yet again the moment after his crop came down upon her butt. They'd alternated sides each time, and it stung more than anything. A painful but not harmful deterrent or motivator for their subject.

With the clicks of her heels, every step brought her closer to the end, yet, the further she moved, the higher the rope became, and the more pressure was put between her legs. Unable to see her destination, Ebony felt hopeless, and she slowly began to sober up from the denied orgasm. She whimpered and whined more, and moaned less. Until...

Click.

Without any warning, the vibrators were set back up to high. Her eyes fluttered, and her head rolled a little. She tried to stop herself, but the muffled moans soon made their way past her gag. Pressing her thighs together weakly, ankles still spread, she wobbled, bumping into a knot. Breaths quickening, she tried to move back away from it, only for Stalker to grip his hand between her upper butt cheeks - near her tailbone - and push forward, holding her against it.

"I figured you needed a little motivation," they cooed. "A taste of what's to come at the end of this rope."

And with that, as Ebony shivered and shuddered, she tried her best to hold back. She was just going to be denied again, she figured. Wait... no, it was because she didn't want this, she internally tried to insist. Not because of that.

Yet, as her pleasure built and the warmth between her legs grew, her mind shifted. She started to prepare herself. Deep down she knew they weren't going to allow her to cum, but that didn't stop her stiffening up, curling her fingers, and gently rubbing her hips up against the knotted rope. Her quick breaths cascaded down her face, and droplets of sweat permeated across her forehead. Her sweaty hair stuck to her scalp at points, and her face was ever-so-flushed. Moaning into the gag, her eyes fluttered once again. Were they actually going to force her over the edge?

She trembled more as she got closer still, and just when she was on the verge, she reached out, trying to grind her hips against the knot while she tugged on her arms, only for both vibes to shut off completely and the knot to be pulled out the way by Stalker's hand. Pausing, she gulped, realising just exactly what she did, only, she didn't have much time to contemplate this before Stalker let go, the knot twanging firmly back into place against her pussy, and the vibes switched on at a low setting once again.

As she yelped and squealed into the gag, Stalker wasted no time in whipping her ass with the crop once again. "Walk."

Shuddering, Ebony immediately stepped forward, wobbling a little as she did so. As the next knot came, she bit her lip, and just barely managed to keep moving over it. She squirmed, wiggling her arms about and feeling the rope rub over her breasts. Surely there couldn't be much more left of this, right?

Steadily getting used to the rope, she avoided further spankings from Stalker by a hair's width. The chain between her ankles pulled taut with each step, jangling, and while she never picked up the pace, she stopped stopping at the knots. If anything, as the rope steadily grew higher and higher, she slowed down, but never quite enough for Stalker to punish her for it.

She would make it to the end of this. She'd show them just how strong she was. And it definitely wasn't because she was their slutty princess who wanted to cum.

Eventually, it became too much. She reached a point where the rope seemed to want to rest level with her navel, and she simply couldn't work up the energy to push over that one final knot. She stopped completely, whimpering and looking around with a pitifully sad expression upon her face as if she could sway Stalker with it.

All she received in return was a gentle swatting of her butt, followed by a light groping of it. "Good girl~" Stalker cooed, trailing their hands up her subtle curves to cup her breasts and tenderly fondle them, before reaching up higher and patting her atop the head. Minutely, she leant into their touches, pressing up against them, almost desiring the contact after the harsh 'training'. Afterwards, she made a point of defiantly shaking her head, but this only drew a quiet laugh from her captor.

"Don't lie to yourself, cutie. You want this. My. Sluttly. Princess." With each of the last few words, they gripped the rope and shifted it, making it grind against her tender crotch. Ebony eeped at first, before moving her hips to 'get more comfortable'. And definitely not to get more pleasure out of it.

"Buuuut, because you were such a good girl, I'll make this last bit easy for you..." Smiling, Stalker put a few fingers on the lowering it for her, before giving her an 'encouraging' slap on the bottom.

Ebony's lips curled up gently at the sign of kindness before she purposely forced herself to frown. Regardless, with a deep breath, she moved over the last knot, the small vibrators still gentle buzzing inside her.

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