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Tora's smutty harem (bodman54 x ExotikTwilight)

bodman54

bodman54

Supernova
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Rhode Island, USA
Stacy Williamson grumbled as she scrambled over the fence of one of the wealthy houses in the neighborhood. Her friends had dared her to break in and steal something from the house. She didn't know why she went along with it. It wasn't like anything was going to happen if she didn't go through with it. Just some teasing from the rest of the girls. But here she was, creeping across the well kept lawn up to one of the open windows. She said a silent prayer of thanks that it was hot enough to keep the windows wide open.

Peeking inside didn't reveal anyone so she grabbed the window sill and scrambled up and tumbled into the house, landing with a small oof on the hardwood floor of what looked to be a library. The room was dark but she'd seen lights on in the rest of the house so she knew she had to be quiet. She got onto her hands and knees and began crawling to the door, peeking her head out, and once determined that no one was around began exploring the first floor of the house. It wasn't a large house but was still a decent size so it took a few minutes to find the dining room.

"Jackpot," she whispered as she made her way to where the fancy silver was kept. She grabbed a full set of silver; fork, knife, and spoon, and clutched them in her hand as she began to make her way back to the window she snuck in.
 
"And where do you think you're going?" a female voice, dark and deep and rich, said from behind her.

Tora Lundgrem moved fast, giving Stacy almost no time to react. A hand clamped over her mouth tightly from behind to muffle and reduce her volume, while the other wrapped around her waist to pin her arms and hands to her body. She was strong, too, not something Stacy would be able to fight her way out of. And, busty as well, if anything from the large breasts pushing into her back.

"Looks like a delicious little punk decided to forfeit themselves?" she continued, half asking and half taunting as she leaned in, lips brushing the back of her neck. "I hope you like things rough, little butterfly."
 
Stacy could only force out a little deep as the powerful hands wrapped around her. She hadn't even heard the woman approaching. This was not good. She knew what happened when girls went into houses like this. They rarely came out. As the woman leaned in, her soft lips brushing against Stacy's neck she shivered. She was considered well endowed, enough that even guys who didn't dig her hard edge had to stop and turn their heads. But this woman seemed to rival even her.

She struggled against the hands holding her, knowing it was no use but not wanting to go down without a fight. Though a keen observer would notice that her nipples had suddenly appeared, pressing against her shirt. She'd always wondered what it was like to live as a slave. And she now had a sinking feeling that she was about to find out.
 
Using her position, both the hold she had over the girl and her strength, Tora forced her over to the long kitchen table. Bending her over the side and pinning her against the table, by pushing on her ass with her hips, the woman released her hand from Stacy's mouth and grabbed a roll of duct tape. Grabbing her wrists, she forced them together behind her back and, with the audible rip sound of the roll of tape being started, wound it around her arms from her wrists to her elbows. It was enough that it'd be very hard for the girl to get free.

Tora felt like a little bit of 'catch and release' that night, hence she didn't make it impossible by taping up the young woman's hands and fingers as well. Though, it could quickly get to that point.
 
Stacy was helpless as the woman maneuvered her to the table. She was forced faced down with a grunt, her breasts squishing underneath her. As the hand was removed from her mouth she growled. "You'd better let me go," she buffed. She wasn't going to beg for mercy, it wasn't her style. Her heart was hammering as the distinct sound of duct tape being ripped echoed through the room. As her arms were forced together she tossed her hair to the side, getting her first look at the woman who was securing her.

She was gorgeous. Long flowing red hair framed a face that just commanded obedience. She felt her legs going weak for this woman. And that was even before she got down to her body. It was like it was sculpted by a master artist. Her large but perfect breasts swelled her chest, tapering down to a toned stomach and then wide hips and a tight ass.

Stacy felt the tape going from her wrists all the way up her forearms, giving her only a little wiggle room. Her fingers moved as she tried to pick at the tape, her back and shoulder muscles straining to stretch the tape enough to give her some more movement. But the woman knew what she was doing and Stacy was helpless. "When I get out of this you're going to regret it," she said, her threat having no bite considering the position she was in. As she struggled she was becoming aware of a damp patch in her pants, her pussy beginning to leak as she got into more and more trouble.
 
"Oh?" Tora asked, raising a hand up to give the girl a firm slap on her ass. "If you get out. What happens if I told you, you're never getting out...alive?"

There was the sound of three pieces of tape being ripped, then from behind Tora plastered them tightly over the intruder's mouth. It was a simple over the mouth tape gag, nothing that would muffle her speech or quiet her too much. But it was just a start, a taste for the woman whom Tora could smell was already getting aroused. Perfect.

Taking a step back she bent down and grabbed Stacy's ankles and lifted her legs up, pushing her completly up onto the table, letting the weight of her body smush and rub her pinned breasts on the surface as she did so. Looping an arm around her calves to stop her from kicking, she bound her ankles tightly together with tape.

"There." Giving her another good slap on her ass, she picked up the dropped silverware. She was slow and methodical as she did so. Naked, as she often slept nude, she let her prisoner see her body. Her shapely waist and thighs, her firm ass and thighs and the muscles behind them, her large breasts as they swayed and jiggled, her smooth, juicy pussy.
 
"Whaaa," she tried to say as the tape was secured over her mouth. As the tape was secured she frowned, her pierced brow furrowing in anger. That didn't last long as she was picked up and slid across the table, her tits being squished and dragged beneath her. She let out a little squeal as her ankles were taped up, leaving her fully helpless on the table. When the woman released her she wriggled about like a fish out of water, trying to get into a better position. But she had no leverage and her large breasts acted like pillows under her, pushing her back to center every time she tried to roll.

She watched as the woman moved about the room, collecting the stolen silverware and putting them away. Her eyes were glued to the woman, the perfect form in front of her swaying almost hypnotically. "Please just let me go," she mumbled through the tape gag, knowing that it was probably to late to try to beg.
 
"You're free to try and leave" she grinned, finishing putting the items away before turning back toward her to look at her wiggle helplessly on the table, her breasts working against her.

"Or, maybe you need a little more incentive to struggle?"

Walking over to the table, breasts and hips swaying side to side, she ran a hand through the girl's hair. "Should I gag you with your panties? Maybe tape up your fingers too? Or...should I hogtie your ankles to your neck and see how long you can keep from strangling yourself?"
 
Her eyes went wide as the woman walked over. She tried to wiggle away from the approaching hand but the slippery tabletop kept her in place. It was like trying to run on fresh ice. The hand ran through her hair, rubbing against the shaved side of her head as the woman threatened to do all sorts of things to Stacy. She shook her head in denial, even though her pussy was pulsing in excitement.

The threats of more bondage were enough to renew her desire to escape and she went back to straining and pulling at the tape. But it was no use. Even though she worked out and was nice and toned, the tape wouldn't budge. She shook off the woman's hand, all her attention focused on fighting for her freedom.
 
Tora watched the girl struggle and strain for a few minutes, helpless on the table and unable to get out of the tape. Her grin grew, seeing how her breasts were making it even harder. Oh, she'd have fun playing with those.

"Well, if you don't want to leave, I suppose it would be rude of me to just leave you on the table..."

Grabbing her by her upper arm, she rolled Stacy onto her back and grabbed the hem of her shirt and ripped it right down the middle. "I'll help you get undressed, and take you to bed with me."
 
Her eyes went wide as she was rolled onto her back. It got even worse as her shirt was ripped down the middle, her large breasts spilling out into the open air. Her pierced nipples shone in the light of the room as she used her feet on the table to try to push herself away from the woman. "That was my favorite shirt," she said through the gag, trying to kick at the woman with her taped legs.
 
"Don't worry, you won't be needing any clothes darling. But maybe if you behave, I'll let you were something."

As she kicked, Tora timed it to grab the hem of her pants and yank them down to expose Stacy from the waist down, to see what she was wearing...or not wearing. If she skipped on a bra, perhaps she was also skipping on having anything on underneath below the waist as well.
 
Just like her lack of bra, there was a lack of panties under her jeans. What she did have was a nearly trimmed landing strip, dyed a neon pink for fun. Stacy gasped as her pants came off, the woman sliding them down her legs. She was now naked for all intents and purposes, tied up in a strange woman's house. This just kept getting worse and worse for her.
 
"Oooh, very nice..." she mused. Taking out a sharp kitchen knife, Tora cut and sliced away the clothes so Stacy was truly naked. Sliding an arm under her knees and back, the domme easily hoisted the girl up, cradling her head against her large breasts, as she took her upstairs to the bedroom.

She laid Stacy chest down at the foot of the bed, head pointed to the top of the bed. There, she finished binding the girl. The tape on the legs was extended, now covering her from ankle to knee. Her hands and fingers were taped over as well, robbing her of even that.

That done, Tora laid down, thighs straddling her captive's had to keep her in place with her face and nose right on the muscular woman's smooth, plump pussy. Up close it had a nice fragrance to it, something that smelled like a mix of vanilla, cherry, and strawberry. Perhaps, it even tasted like that too.
 
Stacy watched in horror as her shirt was cut to pieces, leaving her naked and bound. The smell of her arousal was even stronger now that her pants where gone. She struggled some more as the woman picked her up like a child, her head resting on the large breasts of her captor.

She got to see even more of the house as she was carried and was impressed with how rich everything looked. Whoever she was she had money. More money than Stacy had ever seen before. Not that she grew up poor, it was just this woman was in another stratosphere financially.

She grunted as she was tumbled onto the bed, her face pressed into the sheets with her ass up in the air. She was secured even more, her legs held together up to her knees and her hands turned into a ball of tape.

She struggled but now it was even harder to move. The bed shifted as the woman climbed into it. Her vision was filled with the woman's pussy, the scent filling her nose. She craned her neck, looking up at her as she tried to inch backwards a bit.
 
Her attempts to move were stymied, the thighs having a vicegrip like clamp on her head that kept her face planted against her captor's beautiful mound. "Uncomfortable?" Tora asked, watching over her breasts as the woman futilely tried to back away.

"If you don't think you can sleep, I think I might have something for you...a gas mask, perhaps? Or I can tape a chloroform clothe over your face. Just hope I don't forget to let you breathe, or that the chemical isn't too strong...you might never wake up again! It is late, and mistakes do happen when one is tired" she grinned evilly down at the girl. "Or...maybe you'd like a taste of my pussy, a bedtime treat for the night?"
 
Her eyes went wide as the powerful legs clamped down around her ears, keeping her nose pressed right up against the woman's fragrant pussy. She lacked both leverage and strength to compete against her captor and she finally stopped moving, shoulders slumping against the bed. It was really starting to sink in how much trouble she was actually in. This woman had complete control over her and had the money to make sure she disappeared.

As the woman began musing about how to "help" he sleep she began to panic. She shook her head at the thought of being drugged, her heart hammering against her rips. When the option came to lick the woman's pussy she tried nodded, hoping that she would relent and at least get rid of the tape binding Stacy if the young girl made her feel good. She mumbled through the tape into the pussy, begging for a chance to earn some freedom.
 
"I figured you might" Tora grinned as she sat up. Picking a corner of the tape, she peeled it away from the woman's mouth. "Well now? Dig in" she ordered.

If the cherry/vanilla scent coming from her captor's pussy was any indication, it likely wouldn't be all that bad for Stacy. If, of course, she could get past doing it to a woman holding her prisoner. Worse yet would be, if it became addictive for the punk girl.
 
She let out a gasping breath as the tape came free. "You bitch," she growled. But before Tora could say anything Stacy had leaned in and began to lick the redhead's pussy. She showed surprising skill, her mouth focusing on the clit for a moment before her tongue dove into her pussy. She looked up, her dark brown eyes showing a mixture of anger and lust. A low moan rolled from her as she looked down, focusing on her task.
 
"Well, aren't you skilled at this?" Tora smiled, letting the girl's insult pass...for now, as the punk chick went in on her pussy. As like the scent, the juice from her cunt was also sweet and appealing in taste, addicting even. To help her out a little, the woman laid back and curled her back a little, pushing her hips and womanhood up closer to Stacy's face.
 
Stacy didn't say anything as she focused on her task. He wasn't a stranger to eating pussy, plenty of drunken flings giving her all the experience she needed to complete her task. But she had to admit that the woman tasted far better than any girl she'd hooked up with in the past. She moved a bit, her mouth finding the woman's clit. She bit down gently, rolling it around in her teeth as she blew a cold breath onto the sensitive nub. You like that bitch, she thought to herself. She knew she was talented and hoped that doing a good job would allow her to sneak out once the woman was asleep.
 
"MMnnn, yeah, that's goood" Tora moaned, toes curling and fingers gripping the pillow above her head. It would take more to make her cum, though. She had something of a tolerance, though Stacy had gone a good ways already of burning through that.
 
Stacy used up all her tricks to try to get the woman to cum. But she was clearly experienced and knew how to keep herself from cumming. Her jaw was beginning to ache, she'd never been forced to eat pussy for this long. She pulled her head back with a gasp, working her jaw to try to relax it as she gathered her breath. "You ready to cum yet," she asked. "My fingers are starting to fall asleep."
 
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