EXTRACT FOR
Bondage Slut Tales 1
(Traci Wilde)

Samantha's vision grew black, and she felt a soft velvet blindfold pressed against her eyes.

Samantha reached to the cloth. "James," she whispered.

Suddenly, hands were on her, holding each arm. Samantha screamed, tried pulling way, but they were too strong. James held the cloth in place, making no sound as he wrapped the blindfold around her, tying it off too tightly behind her head.

 "I'm...please...I'm scared," she pleaded

"You should be." His voice grew thick. In the distance she heard music ??" the sensual tones of Enigma playing over the sound system.

Samantha stumbled as James stepped away. Then she felt rope, first around one wrist, then the other, pulled tight, tied off, and her hands were bound in front of her. Someone took her hands and pulled her ??"Samantha quickly realized he was taking her onto the stage, out in front of the audience.

"Please," she cried, squirming and pulling and trying desperately to break free. They held her tight, forcing her along the stage

Samantha felt another rope looped around her bound wrists and then suddenly her arms were pulled up over head, stretched so tightly her feet barely remained on the floor.

"Please," she cried. She felt the plastic ball against her lips, her mouth stretched open wide, the ball filling her, the leather straps wrapped around, buckled behind her head.

She felt James kissing her gagged mouth, his hands playing along her hips, working their way up, brushing the swell of her breasts. His kisses moved to her face, down her neck, across her chest as his hands worked their way back down to her waist, her hips, her legs.

She could tell by the feel of his movements he was kneeling, and then a tremble rolled through her body as the cold sensation of scissors touched her skin. He was cutting her dress, from the bottom up. The cold of the metal, the snip-snip-snip of the blades, the feeling of air against her bare legs as the cloth fell away, the sound of the music playing overhead, the words "...the principles of lust, are easy to understand, do what you feel, feel until the end..." sung in a smoky, mysterious voice of Enigma ??" was all more than she could stand. 

Samantha tried yanking against the binds, only to find her shoulders and wrists hurt from the effort. Lips touched her thigh and spasms rolled through her body. Samantha pulled against the rope, arched her body forward as much as possible and then his fingers were inside her panties, playing with her, and then the panties were gone, his tongue lapping, plunging inside her, playing with her clit, exploring.

Samantha screamed around the gag, could feel her own saliva bubbling out, running down her chin. 

She felt more lips, suckling her left nipple hard, shards of pain rolling through her. It was the woman in red, Samantha could tell from the feathery touching of the woman's hair cascading down onto Samantha's breasts. 

Then the sting of leather across her ass. Another slap, then another, more, in quick succession.

Samantha screamed at the sensations ??" James's tongue pushing deep, the woman's kisses, first on one nipple, then the other, the blows of a leather strap against her ass ??" and Samantha's body convulsed, muscles cramping, skin hot, sweat beading on her face, her shoulders aching...