Elizabeth's Bondage Boxed Set 1-5

by Nikki Sex

  Finally, when he had left his teeth marks and delicious sensations in different parts of both sides of her inner butt cheeks, he held those cheeks open wide, and breathed hot puffs warm of air against her. She felt her anus automatically pucker and her back passage clench.

  He gave a low chuckle. "So responsive, mon cher. This is not so bad, no? For me, it is very good." His tongue circled her anus, which was incredibly arousing, and then he began to lick her asshole in earnest, firmly stroking, probing and questing. To her shock and astonishment, he penetrated her asshole with his tongue, twisting and curling it inside her.

  OMG! she thought. She had never felt anything like it. Like an exhausted muscle in spasm, when it finally gives in - she felt herself just let go, trusting that this amazing man, would catch her. She was completely mesmerized. In this moment she did not wish to escape her captor. Held by his will, she was an obedient slave to this undreamed of, indescribable erotic pleasure.

  What he was doing felt sooo bad, and sooo good. Her mind stopped fighting and her body went boneless and just felt.

  Obviously aware of the relaxation of tension, Sir's voice crooned with approval when she had fully given in. "Good girl. It is very well, yes?" he asked, petting her, stroking her flank, her back and bottom. "For me, too, because I think of moistening your ass with my tongue, preparing it, so it is wet and ready for my cock." He pushed one well lubricated finger into her tight hole, stretching and pulling at the taut band of skin.

  "Bon. Mon Dieu, I think this tight little ring of muscle will squeeze down on me hard. I want to feel you come while I fuck your ass. This I will certainly do. And so, here is another finger I put inside you," he said, pressing a second digit in, circling and stretching her anus, moving deeper, attempting to penetrate her back passage.

  Elizabeth bit her lower lip, worrying it, while all her attention was there. OMG that feels incredible. It is wrong and dirty and something I have always thought was utterly disgusting. So how come this feels good? she wondered, but it did. It was just him. Sir had captivated her and made her wanton. Everything he did - even that spanking had made her wetter. Elizabeth had heard of men and women both wanting to be spanked, but that desire had never crossed her mind, until now. It hurt. But it also made him hard, and that gave her some sort of primitive satisfaction.

  I am definitely losing my mind, she thought. Sir had kept her off guard and busy and exhausted and confused since the moment she had woken up tied to his bed. Not to mention enduring a constant and unrelenting state of arousal. He had also given her the most amazing multiple orgasms of her life.

  "Sexual Stockholm Syndrome," that's what this is, she thought. Maybe it's a new type of condition, where the prisoner wants to please her captor because she will do anything for such great sex. Perhaps I will end up as some PhD case study. A mindless slut, that's what I'm becoming. A slut to HIM.

  But there is still no way I will let him fuck me there, she thought.

  However Elizabeth had no power to resist him.

  8. The Toy

  When Sir seemed satisfied that he had stretched her enough, he said, "Now. Hold still while I put this into your ass. This is a butt plug, something to prepare you for my cock. It is very small, well lubricated and will not hurt you. I don't want you to feel pain, mon cher," he crooned, in a soft, persuasive tone. "I want you to feel pleasure when I play with your ass." A gentle probing of an innate object pressed against her anus. It felt like a sort of slim rubber shaft, and seemed shaped like a very small penis. Sir began to push the strange, well lubricated object slowly inside. It went in a little way, but then stopped.

  "Elizabeth," Sir said sternly, "I want this toy up your ass and you have no choice either way. This is my will."

  Elizabeth pressed her lips together in a hard line, fighting herself. Fighting him.

  Her captor held the toy there, just inside, but did not use his strength to force it further. "Mon cher," he said, stroking her flank and buttocks with a caressing touch. "I will tell you something that you perhaps do not know, even though it is about your own body."

  So, Elizabeth thought, holding very still. He doesn’t want to force it in. Perhaps force would tear something. Ugh. Clearly he intends to charm me into accepting anal sex. Well. He can try.

  "Mon cher," he squeezed one smarting buttock hard, and it hurt, which surprised her into alertness. "Are you listening?"

  "Yes, Sir," she said, but she thought she may need to rethink things. Sir could still compel her. Use force, no. But would he use pain to gain compliance? She remembered the spanking and knew the answer. Most definitely.

  "When I first touched you this morning, with my little feather, your cunt was shut. It was closed to me, your clitoris small and hidden away from my eyes, even though you were fully exposed, bound with your legs spread apart."

  His hand moved across her hip, and then down further. Sir began to stroke between her legs, dipping his fingers into her. It felt strange, with a toy slightly pressed against her ass and his hand working against the slit of her pussy and her clit. She knew she had never stopped being sexually stimulated, even when being spanked. As her pussy pulsed and she dripped over his fingers, her captor chuckled, clearly pleased by her obvious state of arousal.

  "But Elizabeth, listen while I tell you - the woman's sex, it is a magical thing! Ah! So absorbing and beguiling! As I teased and touched you, I watched, oh, so intently did I watch! For your tight, closed channel began to unlock its secrets and open slowly of its own accord. Soon the outer lips of your pussy spread wide and your sex became thick and plump. As you became more aroused your clitoris began to swell, and then it revealed itself, stiff and turgid. It is the way of your sex, do you see? During arousal a woman's cunt opens like the most magnificent flower, the slick channel, the empty hole – it begins to gape, to open wide and drip its honey, begging to be filled with cock. The enticing fragrance of this flower then perfumes the air, drawing a man toward the scent to smell, to touch and taste."

  His fingers caressed her, mesmerizing her with his hands and his words. "It is the way of nature, mon cher," he said in a low voice, "for a man to caress the flower of your sex in order to open its petals. And when you began to open for me, Elizabeth, this gave me such pleasure." He took a deep breath in, and said intently, "To have this power over you, Elizabeth. For your cunt to willingly open, to submit to me and to my cock, this is what pleases me most of all."

  Elizabeth became still from the sincerity in his voice, and she was lost in thought with his story. She had never heard such a thing, but knew that what he had told her was true. The damn man was so attentive and observant, and no doubt he had made love to hundreds of women, blindfolding them all so that they didn't know that he was watching their pussies, probably scrutinizing them under magnifying glasses! Yet she knew he was astute in his observations.

  She remembered what he had said: Women have unfilled places where they want to be filled. A woman's sex is one important place, an aching void. They need to be filled by a man's cock. Sir was absolutely correct, at least he certainly was right in her case: her empty pussy wanted to be filled, stuffed full with his fantastic erection. But not in her backside!

  Sir soothed his pussy moistened fingers up and around where the strange object protruded from her ass. He circled the toy, teasing it and pushing it in and out for a bit, murmuring worshipful erotic comments, admiring how her anus quivered and trembled as it reacted to this violation. He exclaimed with joy and delight when it sucked and pulled at his toy, telling her that it would most assuredly suck and pull at his cock, once he had sunk himself up to the balls, deep inside her ass.

  "Elizabeth, your ass is not your cunt – non - and it will not open the same way, but it will open." His voice lowered to an arrogant, confident growl. "For I know you wish to please me, Elizabeth." He cupped her face as she lay obediently over his lap, vulnerable and submissive. "Take a deep breath, mon cher. Then loosen this oh so luscious derrière. Relax and open for me," h
e ordered in a stern uncompromising voice. "Right now."

  The sensual touch of his warm hands combined with his sexy erotic command melted all resistance. She wanted to say she had no idea what he was talking about, but she did understand. She took a deep breath and through conscious thought, loosened her tight anal ring. With soothing murmurs, and muttered oaths at the erotic nature of her unintentional twitches and sensual responses, Sir slowly breeched her, pushing the toy inside, moving it in and out, then in and out once more, stretching her. Each time he pushed it into her anal passage he pressed it in just a bit further. It took a few minutes, but soon he had it all the way in - so only the tapered edge stuck out.

  "Voila," he said, "Mon Dieu, it is very well to see my toy in there, deep in your tight little hole." He tapped it and sensation rolled through her, sending a jolt of lust straight to her pussy. "This little toy is a mere nothing, mon cher, but I train your ass to take my cock, you see? My cock is much bigger, but we make a start." He patted her bottom and added, "Good girl," he cooed, "you have done well." After a few last fond caresses of her round buttocks, and a number of admiring comments he brought her to her feet. "Does it hurt?"

  "No," Elizabeth said, and swallowed hard in a choked throat. She still didn't want to be butt fucked, but it appeared it was going to happen anyway. To top it off, she probably would end up begging him to fuck her in the ass. Who could resist his seduction? He was powerful and he had all the control and she had none. To her, just then, it felt like failure and with a little hitch in her breath, she felt like crying.

  "Bon. It was not supposed to hurt, as I told you."

  A storm of emotions continued to pass through Elizabeth at the thought and feel of a toy in her ass: fear, anger, lust, shame and embarrassment most of all. It felt so good, her eager pussy was on fire, but it was all so bad and she was a terrible person, and a whore. She wanted to scream and rage, to bite and kick, and she was too afraid to do any of these things and too ashamed to speak. But she thought she might still cry.

  Sir gathered her against him, pressing her against his warmth, cuddling her. "Ah, mon cher," he said in a quiet, sympathetic and oddly understanding tone. He uncuffed one wrist, taking it from behind her back and returned her hands to the front, reattaching the cuff. He held each of her hands in his in a comforting manner.

  "Mon cher, hold this." Taking her hands he pressed both of them against the hot velvet skin of his cock. Elizabeth, momentarily lost in both mental and physical darkness, curled her fingers around his enormous erection. Somehow the strength of it grounded her, feeling how large and hard he was, how it radiated heat and warmth.

  "I distract you a little, yes?" he laughed and she could imagine him smiling. "You feel shame perhaps at this little rubber toy in your ass?" He reached around behind her, grazing her flank and waist and tapped the tapered end of the toy, once more sending a ripple of sensation through her. Barely able to bite back a whimper, she sighed, and continued to grip his cock like a lifeline. "But it gives you pleasure, mon cher," he said. "With your sweet young flesh, in a body that craves such natural gratification - there should be no shame for you."

  He wrapped his fists around her hands, as they held his cock, circling his fingers over hers. "Fuck your small hands feel so good," he said, taking in a deep breath. "When I see this toy within that tight virgin hole of yours you make me even harder. I want to take you so much, my cock aches. It is difficult to restrain myself." Then he pumped himself, moving her hands within his, up and down slowly. "Mon cher, together we give it a little relief, you understand?"

  He laughed then, a joyous sound that made the whole world seem silly and unimportant. Elizabeth found she was smiling as she held him, as he continued to move her hands up and down, masturbating him. For the thousandth time she wished she didn’t have to wear a blindfold. She yearned to see him, and to see that most male part of him. He felt amazing, and she imagined that it was thick, red and swollen. As he moved her up and down she moved over his broad head and considered that his cock would be attractive, straight and well formed. She licked her lips.

  Sir had been speaking again, in that soft erotic way he had, telling her how much she affected him and promising her overwhelming pleasure when he eventually did take her in the ass. His words were like a strange buzz in her head. Whatever brain cells she still possessed, seemed to be currently on vacation. Touching his cock, the bizarre object up her back passage, her over aroused pussy, aching breasts and his erotic words all combined to turn her IQ off and her sexual hungers on full.

  Sir stopped her movement, and pulled her hands away, bringing them to rest against the coarse hair on his chest. "Elizabeth, are you listening to me, or do I distract you too much?"

  "I am listening, Sir," she said in a dreamy voice.

  He laughed and hugged her once more, pulling her against him, rubbing his hard heat against her clit and kissing her. "Fuck, I want you," he said.

  I am losing my mind, Elizabeth reflected but she said nothing. For her immediate thought was, Fuck. I want you, too.

  9. A Question of Power

  He guided her then, to sit down in the bath, her back to his front, and he put his arms around her. The tub was still hot and soothing, his arms wrapped tightly around her, one hand securely holding her cuffs, pulling her back against him, his cock hard against her buttocks.

  "Elizabeth," he said, "How does it feel to have a plug in your so charming ass?"

  "Okay," she said quietly.

  "Good. Now prepare yourself," he said. "For this butt plug, it is also a little vibrator." He removed one hand from around her and she heard a small click. Then the toy began to pulsate inside of her, vibrating at a low intensity. As it moved, her pussy clinched and moved, seeking… something. It's empty, she thought. Sir is so right. Women don't like to feel empty. I want to be filled.

  Sir laughed, no doubt reading her expression of surprise and pleasure. His voice was soft and knowing – a promise of bliss and secrets and sexual hunger and fulfillment. It touched the deepest parts of her.

  He whispered, "Do you like it, mon cher?"

  "Yes," she whispered back, too stunned to think of anything except how his fingers and tongue felt against her in that secret forbidden place. He had put something up her asshole, and for some strange reason, her captor had been right. It actually felt amazing.

  "Sir," he said. "You must always address me properly, Elizabeth."

  She giggled. "Yes, Sir," she said, feeling strangely freed by the circumstances. She had been frightened over nothing, had been fighting over nothing. Sir gave her an understanding squeeze, then began to massage her shoulders, idly running his fingers up and down her arms, toying with her nipples and cupping her heavy breasts. They were silent together for some minutes, and Elizabeth, despite her arousal, and the astonishing sensation of her ass vibrating, felt languid and relaxed. Comfortable and strangely safe in Sir's arms.

  Something shifted and the vibrations increased, pulsing and rocking her from within. Her clit throbbed to the increasing pound of her heart. When her pussy convulsed, Elizabeth's immediate reaction was to spread her legs. She quivered with longing, wanting penetration, needing sexual release. Her hands lowered automatically, to touch herself and Sir caught them.

  She heard a click and the vibrations within her ass stopped. He laughed. "Voyons! Did you like it? I can see that you did. This is a higher speed. I can set it to rotate, high, low and pulse. It has ten different settings. Together we will try them all." Elizabeth imagined Sir smiling, for there was mischief and amusement in his voice. "I could make you come again and again I think, just with this vibrator in your ass."

  Elizabeth laughed. "I don’t think that would be fun for you. Where is the fun in that?"

  "The fun for me, Elizabeth is in controlling you," he said in a somber, definite manner. "Controlling you completely. I want you submissive to my desires, powerless, and hungry to let me do whatever I wish - to obey and do whatever I say. If I want to watch you
come over and over again for twelve hours straight with the use of this ass vibrator, I will do so. In fact you will want to, because you will want to please me. You cannot stop me, mon cher, for right now you are mine."

  Elizabeth shifted and bit her lip at that, and her anxiety level ratcheted up as she felt his hands possessively holding her handcuffed wrists. It was a reminder, underlining the fact that she was completely in his power. The thought made her pussy pulse. His flesh was hard against her and she wanted to make him climax, too. He was in control. Then what did he want, this compelling captor? What else would he make her do? But why did she want to please him?

  Sir changed the subject and said blandly, "I stop for a moment, to ask something important." He chuckled. "The plug vibrating, it is a distraction, yes? So we dispense with it for now. I have been thinking, mon cher. I told you I studied you before I took you. You do not give yourself easily, Elizabeth," he said. "And in this case, as you have been taken against your will, you have no choice. And yet I know you crave me, mon cher. You cannot hide your desire. Tell me, why do you think this is?"

  She cleared her throat. "Sir, I…don't know," she admitted.

  "Yet you want me, my hands, my mouth, my cock, this is so?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  "But perhaps I am ugly, no? You have not seen what I look like, and there is no love between us, there is only sex between us. So why do you submit to me, why are you so willing? Do you consider this, Elizabeth? I want you to think now."

  She was quiet for a bit. "I… like your voice and the way you smell," she smiled, "and you are an amazing lover." His instant laughter rolled through her, thrilling her. She wanted him, and wanted to please him, this kidnapper of hers and unless this was a case of some new rapid and unique form of Stockholm Syndrome it made no sense at all.