Dread Moon
I do, in fact, Bite
- Joined
- Feb 25, 2014
The moon was already high in the sky when the patient had finally begun to stir, it wouldn't be long now until the sedatives finally fell off. The window was high on the wall, easily twelve feet up to ensure no would be climbers could reach it quickly, and, it was covered in a grate of thick iron bars. It was through those bars, that that pale, blueish light cast down on the young woman, the thin sheen of perspiration on her skin glistening tantalizingly.
Her form was...for the most part, covered. She was a nymphomaniac, apparently a rather severe case, and ass such, she had been confined to a straight jacket, after all her treatment would do no good if she could simply reach down and sate her urges herself. Yet, the girls lower half was practically bare, only a plain pair of girlish panties kept her decency...though, those strong, smooth thighs of hers left plenty to imagine on there own...
Lili Masterson, the patients attending finished tugging down a pair of straps, the bands of fabric latching the girls waist and shoulders to the bed to ensure she stayed prone on her back. The woman's long blue hair was pulled into a tight pony tail, the long strands contrasting her white lab coat starkly. She wore a simple, but expensive black dress skirt, the kind that clung to her curves wonderfully and managed to her her legs mid thigh...teasing what lied beneath ever so softly. A collared grey blouse hugged her torso, the top two buttons left open to provide a plentiful view of her more then ample cleavage, and occasionally reveal the lacy black bra she wore underneath.
Satisfied with the bindings, Lili slid into her chair and crossed her legs casually, one hand rising to adjust the fashionable yet modest glasses she wore as she awaited her newest projects awakening.
Her form was...for the most part, covered. She was a nymphomaniac, apparently a rather severe case, and ass such, she had been confined to a straight jacket, after all her treatment would do no good if she could simply reach down and sate her urges herself. Yet, the girls lower half was practically bare, only a plain pair of girlish panties kept her decency...though, those strong, smooth thighs of hers left plenty to imagine on there own...
Lili Masterson, the patients attending finished tugging down a pair of straps, the bands of fabric latching the girls waist and shoulders to the bed to ensure she stayed prone on her back. The woman's long blue hair was pulled into a tight pony tail, the long strands contrasting her white lab coat starkly. She wore a simple, but expensive black dress skirt, the kind that clung to her curves wonderfully and managed to her her legs mid thigh...teasing what lied beneath ever so softly. A collared grey blouse hugged her torso, the top two buttons left open to provide a plentiful view of her more then ample cleavage, and occasionally reveal the lacy black bra she wore underneath.
Satisfied with the bindings, Lili slid into her chair and crossed her legs casually, one hand rising to adjust the fashionable yet modest glasses she wore as she awaited her newest projects awakening.