Excerpt from: The Framing of the Shrew

 

Kate whimpered and hunched over, struggling frantically to pull herself free of the toilet seat.

'Hold still now,' Keogh said. 'I don't want to cut that pretty flesh...'

He tore off another long length of tape and pushed the middle of it against her neck, bending her head back until her back was resting against the raised toilet lid and her arms were straight. Then he pulled the tape ends down and pressed them against the sides of the cistern. The pressure of the tape across her throat held her in place with her with her back arched and shoulders twisted, unwillingly pushing out her chest so that the mounds of her breasts rose against her shirt. To her shame she felt her nipples rising.

With a huge grin, Keogh unbuttoned the front of her shirt and then slid the scissors into its sleeves and snipped along them until he could pull the tattered remains of the garment off her. This left her naked except for her bra.

He ran a hand appreciatively across her flat belly, fingering her deep navel. 'Nice to see all those morning jogs I saw you taking have paid off.' He moved his hands, squeezing her mammaries and running his fingers through her cleavage. 'But how long has it been since these were unwrapped in front of a man?' he asked. She moaned miserably.

He snipped the straps and pulled her bra off. Her large breasts with their distinctive red-brown nipples hung loose, trembling under his gaze.

'Oh, these are magnificent tits,' he exclaimed.

He cupped and squeezed them almost reverently, gently kneading their hot warmth and making Kate whimper. Traitorously, her nipples swelled and stood up even harder under his ministrations. He flicked their hard crowns with his fingers.

'And these are the perfect topping,' he declared. 'I'm going to have so much fun with them. But first I want to see if you're secretly as hot and juicy inside as I think you are...'

He knelt down before her and slid his hand between her legs and forced his big first and second fingers up into her vagina until his thumb was pressed into the groove of her sex against the hard nub of her clitoris. Her eyes bulged in horror and then screwed up in shame at this outrageous intrusion. Then he began to pump his fingers into her, twisting them as he did so, while grinding the ball of his thumb into her clitoris.

Kate sobbed and moaned as he reamed the pliant sheath of her vagina, stretching and opening it up. And then, to her horror and confusion, her juices did begin to flow, coating his hand with their slippery lustful, slime.

'You see, you have got it in you, shrew,' Keogh said.

He was watching every contortion of anger, horror and dismay as it passed across her face. Such terrible shameful intimacy was being inflicted upon her and she felt she could hide nothing from him.

'How long since you had a cock up here?' he asked. 'I don't believe you're not interested in sex.'

No, but it had always frightened her. It meant a loss of self-control to base instincts and powerful passions. Now, in this humiliating state of total helplessness, she could not avoid or deny them. She could only resist for so long...

Kate felt the knot of fear in her lower stomach had been transformed into something hotter and far more dangerous. She was filling with the lust she feared. It was also seeping into her mind and bringing with it wild fancies and strange ideas that she could not suppress. She began to jerk about and strain against the adhesive that held her legs and hands to the toilet seat and the tape across her throat and about her ankles, curling up her bare toes as she did so. It was all bottling up inside her. It was trapped and she was going to burst! There was only one way for it to come out...

With a muffled wail Kate came, spraying her intimate juices across Keogh's probing hand. Something seemed to explode in her brain and in shame and shock she fainted.