Resort Bondage 3
Melanie struggled furiously for two hours against the ropes that Juan
had applied so tightly to her wrists and ankles. Seething in anger at the
position this man had placed her in she tried in vain to scream through the
rubber ball that he had forced into her mouth. Despite her best efforts he
had left her quite securely hogtied and gagged.
To her dismay and disgust she was unable to free herself by the time he
returned. Juan entered the room.
"Aah, right where you're supposed to be. Did you enjoy yourself?" He
sat down on the bed. She snorted and glared at him. If looks could kill a
man Juan's family would have been very sad.
"No, of course you didn't." He reached down to brush a strand of hair
away from her face. "I apologize for leaving you in such an awkward
predicament."
Melanie followed him with her eyes. She wondered if he planned to let
her go now. Juan reached around and began to unknot the ropes holding her
into a hogtie. Melanie arched her back to allow him some slack to work
with. The sooner she was untied the sooner she could ruin this man's life.
He was going to rue the day he decided to play this little game.
"You have become so helpful now." Juan finished unknotting the rope.
"But I'm afraid that we're far from done here."
He pushed her onto her stomach. He looped the rope around her arms and
began to pull them in together. He pulled tighter and tighter until her
elbows touched, then knotted it securely.
Melanie erupted into a garbled collection of rage. Once again, Juan
was thankful the ballgag did such an efficient job of stifling her
complaints. He grabbed her around the shoulders and lifted her from the
bed.
Now that her arms were bound strictly behind her back Juan was tempted
by her prominent set of tits. He grabbed a handful of each and squeezed her
firm melons through the tight dress. He was excited at the prospect of
spending the next few days with this bitch. But now he had to get back to
work and finish his shift.
He quickly grabbed up another piece of rope. He tied it to her bound
wrists and then pulled them up behind her until she was bending over at the
waist. He tied it off to the overhead bar of the king size bed. She
suddenly quieted down as if she finally realized how helpless he had made
her. As if to prove that point Juan tugged her dress up above her hips
leaving her scant panties as the only coverage below the waist. He
carefully selected yet another rope from the pile and tied it around her
waist and then pulled the extra length down between her legs and up the
crack of her ass. He checked to make sure the crotchrope was buried deeply
in her cleft before tying it off to her wrists.
"Once again, I must leave you for a little while. But I trust that
this time you should be able to find some way to entertain youself." He
jerked the snug crotchrope a little tighter to make his point. Then he left
her alone once again.
Melanie struggled furiously for two hours against the ropes that Juan
had applied so tightly to her wrists and ankles. Seething in anger at the
position this man had placed her in she tried in vain to scream through the
rubber ball that he had forced into her mouth. Despite her best efforts he
had left her quite securely hogtied and gagged. To her dismay and disgust
she was unable to free herself by the time he returned.
Juan entered the room. "Aah, right where you're supposed to be. Did
you enjoy yourself?" He sat down on the bed.
She snorted and glared at him. If looks could kill a man?" He sat
down on the bed.
She snorted and glared at him. If looks could kill a man, Juan's
family would have been very sad.
"No, of course you didn't." He reached down to brush a strand of hair
away from her face. "I apologize for leaving you in such an awkward
predicament."
Melanie followed him with her eyes. She wondered if he planned to let
her go now.
Juan reached around and began to unknot the ropes holding her into a
hogtie. Melanie arched her back to allow him some slack to work with. The
sooner she was untied the sooner she could ruin this man's life. He was
going to rue the day he decided to play this little game.
"You have become so helpful now." Juan finished unknotting the rope.
"But I'm afraid that we're far from done here."
He pushed her onto her stomach. He looped the rope around her arms and
began to pull them in together. He pulled tighter and tighter until her
elbows touched, then knotted it securely. Melanie erupted into a garbled
collection of rage. Once again, Juan was thankful the ballgag did such an
efficient job of stifling her complaints.
He grabbed her around the shoulders and lifted her from the bed. Now
that her arms were bound strictly behind her back Juan was tempted by her
prominent set of tits. He grabbed a handful of each and squeezed her firm
melons through the tight dress. He was excited at the prospect of spending
the next few days with this bitch. But now he had to get back to work and
finish his shift.
He quickly grabbed up another piece of rope. He tied it to her bound
wrists and then pulled them up behind her until she was bending over at the
waist. He tied it off to the overhead bar of the king size bed. She
suddenly quieted down as if she finally realized how helpless he had made
her. As if to prove that point Juan tugged her dress up above her hips
leaving her scant panties as the only coverage below the waist.
He carefully selected yet another rope from the pile and tied it around
her waist and then pulled the extra length down between her legs and up the
crack of her ass. He checked to make sure the crotchrope was buried deeply
in her cleft before tying it off to her wrists.
"Once again, I must leave you for a little while. But I trust that
this time you should be able to find some way to entertain yourself." He
jerked the snug crotchrope a little tighter to make his point. Then he left
her alone once again.
