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- Joined
- Nov 1, 2012
- Location
- Boone, NC
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The task of keeping her head painfully still was more torture than the restraints keeping her held to the couch. Even simple tasks like moaning were out of the question. The slightest movements would cause her to swallow, especially if it involved her head or throat. Her hands remained gripping the material of the couch, whimpers echoing in her head but never daring to try to pass her lips. Her eyes shut tightly and remained that way, orgasm after orgasm sweeping through her. Each one caused more juices to flow over the machine, coating it so much that a few times it'd nearly slipped into her ass. That alone made her shudder, along with the very possible promise of being anally trained later during the night. After the fourth climax, Elena was ready to scream and cry out, the pleasure nearly having been too much to handle.
But finally, the sounds of footsteps and the machine turning off registered to her ears. Once the condom left her mouth, Elena more than eagerly obliged, panting after swallowing every drop. Her eyes remained closed but she gave a weak nod to signal to Logan she heard him. "U-understood .... " She murmured, her body staying stationary even after the restraints were removed. She'd gladly take up the advice on not immediately moving too much. At most, she made light fists to help blood resume flowing at a more normal pace, unclenching them after about ten seconds then repeating the process. When her eyes did finally open up again, she found herself alone.
"Dear gods ... " Elena murmured, testing her body to see if she could even sit up. It was shaky but doable all the same. The towel had barely remained around her hair and as she felt it nearly slip off, Elena had to re-wrap it into a more neat turban. Even at a short length, her hair always took longer than usual to dry without a dryer. But that could come after a few things. A mental to-do list had shown up in her mind seconds after the offer had been given to her.
First thing was first. Waiting to be damn well sure that most, if not all, of her composure was back Elena then went upstairs. Her backpack slid over her shoulders as she grabbed the rest, managing to take only three trips at most to get every item back into her new room. Her arms ached slightly but not enough to prevent her from putting her clothes away, neatly folding them after pulling them out. Mainly from the amount of clothes plus needing to hook up her laptop and doing a few other tasks, Elena was done in about half an hour.
And by then, her arms were more sore. Her eyes closed as she remained on the floor, letting them stay beside her. A few more minutes passed before Elena let them move again. While the jacuzzi had been nice, she hadn't been able to actually wash her hair. All the sweating and orgasms called for a real shower. Grasping the bottles of shampoo and conditioner that had been packed with everything else, she walked into the shower nearby. After setting the bottles down near the edges, the water was turned onto a very warm temperature, barely avoiding scorching her skin. But it was the way she loved it. She damn well nearly forgot of the turban until the reflection of herself in the mirror was caught. She shook her head at herself, removing it and setting it down on the sink before turning back to the awaiting shower.
Pulling the curtains across, a long groan and sigh all left her lips as the water made contact with her skin. It felt damn good, especially after how sore her joints had been from all the tasks thus far. It made her wince lightly to know that, unfortunately, she was nowhere near done with her working. She still had to do the assignments which had been given out ... and another meal sounded damn good to her. The two hours had felt so much longer and the lack of having had breakfast did anything but assist her stomach, which growled in annoyance at her.
Stepping out and wrapping her body and hair up once again, Elena headed back up to the kitchen. She was mostly dry, enough to avoid getting the floor wet from her feet or any part of her body. A quick glance showed that neither twin was around, likely somewhere else within the house. Exhaling softly, she took some of the leftovers from the Chinese lunch. A low curse left her lips as Elena realized she'd forgotten the bottle of water downstairs. Alas, though, she wasn't overly in the mood to go get it again.
If anything, that can be saved for while doing homework ....
Nodding slowly to herself, she peeked in the fridge and looked for something without caffeine. It'd be an easier way to ensure she got sleep. Grabbing a Sprite in place of the usual Vanilla Coke, she took the plate and drink and sat down in front of the same table she'd had lunch at. Her head bowed slowly and gently, in a silent form of prayer, before she took raised the new fork and began eating again, as if she'd merely picked up from where she had left off.
The task of keeping her head painfully still was more torture than the restraints keeping her held to the couch. Even simple tasks like moaning were out of the question. The slightest movements would cause her to swallow, especially if it involved her head or throat. Her hands remained gripping the material of the couch, whimpers echoing in her head but never daring to try to pass her lips. Her eyes shut tightly and remained that way, orgasm after orgasm sweeping through her. Each one caused more juices to flow over the machine, coating it so much that a few times it'd nearly slipped into her ass. That alone made her shudder, along with the very possible promise of being anally trained later during the night. After the fourth climax, Elena was ready to scream and cry out, the pleasure nearly having been too much to handle.
But finally, the sounds of footsteps and the machine turning off registered to her ears. Once the condom left her mouth, Elena more than eagerly obliged, panting after swallowing every drop. Her eyes remained closed but she gave a weak nod to signal to Logan she heard him. "U-understood .... " She murmured, her body staying stationary even after the restraints were removed. She'd gladly take up the advice on not immediately moving too much. At most, she made light fists to help blood resume flowing at a more normal pace, unclenching them after about ten seconds then repeating the process. When her eyes did finally open up again, she found herself alone.
"Dear gods ... " Elena murmured, testing her body to see if she could even sit up. It was shaky but doable all the same. The towel had barely remained around her hair and as she felt it nearly slip off, Elena had to re-wrap it into a more neat turban. Even at a short length, her hair always took longer than usual to dry without a dryer. But that could come after a few things. A mental to-do list had shown up in her mind seconds after the offer had been given to her.
First thing was first. Waiting to be damn well sure that most, if not all, of her composure was back Elena then went upstairs. Her backpack slid over her shoulders as she grabbed the rest, managing to take only three trips at most to get every item back into her new room. Her arms ached slightly but not enough to prevent her from putting her clothes away, neatly folding them after pulling them out. Mainly from the amount of clothes plus needing to hook up her laptop and doing a few other tasks, Elena was done in about half an hour.
And by then, her arms were more sore. Her eyes closed as she remained on the floor, letting them stay beside her. A few more minutes passed before Elena let them move again. While the jacuzzi had been nice, she hadn't been able to actually wash her hair. All the sweating and orgasms called for a real shower. Grasping the bottles of shampoo and conditioner that had been packed with everything else, she walked into the shower nearby. After setting the bottles down near the edges, the water was turned onto a very warm temperature, barely avoiding scorching her skin. But it was the way she loved it. She damn well nearly forgot of the turban until the reflection of herself in the mirror was caught. She shook her head at herself, removing it and setting it down on the sink before turning back to the awaiting shower.
Pulling the curtains across, a long groan and sigh all left her lips as the water made contact with her skin. It felt damn good, especially after how sore her joints had been from all the tasks thus far. It made her wince lightly to know that, unfortunately, she was nowhere near done with her working. She still had to do the assignments which had been given out ... and another meal sounded damn good to her. The two hours had felt so much longer and the lack of having had breakfast did anything but assist her stomach, which growled in annoyance at her.
Stepping out and wrapping her body and hair up once again, Elena headed back up to the kitchen. She was mostly dry, enough to avoid getting the floor wet from her feet or any part of her body. A quick glance showed that neither twin was around, likely somewhere else within the house. Exhaling softly, she took some of the leftovers from the Chinese lunch. A low curse left her lips as Elena realized she'd forgotten the bottle of water downstairs. Alas, though, she wasn't overly in the mood to go get it again.
If anything, that can be saved for while doing homework ....
Nodding slowly to herself, she peeked in the fridge and looked for something without caffeine. It'd be an easier way to ensure she got sleep. Grabbing a Sprite in place of the usual Vanilla Coke, she took the plate and drink and sat down in front of the same table she'd had lunch at. Her head bowed slowly and gently, in a silent form of prayer, before she took raised the new fork and began eating again, as if she'd merely picked up from where she had left off.