Wendy’s Trial · Part 2

Wendy’s Trial · Part 2 (2/2)
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Standing behind her, with his hands resting on her hips, Phil encouraged her to climb the stairs, with Wendy every step of the way feeling on the verge of loosing her balance and toppling over.

Wrapped in darkness, gagged, arms bound and feet hobbled, with a terrible gnawing ache of desire in her loins, Wendy found it difficult enough to balance, let alone walk or climb stairs, her bodily desires a constant distraction to the task in hand. Breathing a sigh of relief as she finally reached the top of the stairs, she placidly allowed Phil to guide her along the landing and into the bedroom, not that she was in any condition to resist his prompting. Aided by Phil’s guiding hand on her arm, she made her way unsteadily across the bedroom and then, backing up under Phil’s direction, felt the bed against the back of her knees and gratefully sat down before falling back onto the bed.

With her arms pinned behind her, trapped by her own weight and the tight, restrictive leather, Wendy let out a sigh and spread her legs slightly, hoping that Phil would take the hint and give her the attention she craved.

She felt Phil settle on the bed beside her and then his hand lightly brushed over her groin, fanning the flames of desire that burned within her, her pussy a raging inferno of lust, desperate to be filled. Letting out one sigh of pure pleasure, then another, she felt Phil’s lips on her right breast, heat burning into her nipple, his tongue flicking back and forth over her areola, and his thumb, now stroking her clit as his fingers worked their way inside her. Her arousal continued unabated as Phil worked her body to a feverish state of excitement, waves of pleasure swelled within her, threatening to engulf her in their unrelenting power.

Her body stiffened, her muscles taut, as her long desired orgasm arose, grasping at her soul with tendrils of pleasure, threatening to engulf her at any second. Wendy was in ecstasy, she was finally there, an orgasm within her reach, and so wrapped within herself that she didn’t feel Phil’s hands and mouth leave her body.

However, she certainly felt the sharp, stinging slap, first to her left cheek, and then to her right; and her orgasm, her demon of pleasure and delight rapidly faded away, leaving a heavy, aching emptiness in its place.

“Gruuugh…” growled Wendy through the gag, shaking her head and desperately trying to express her displeasure as best she could.

“Sorry about that, but your not allowed an orgasm yet” she heard Phil say, “my fault, I went a bit too far that time. You all right?” he then asked.

“Urrhhh…” was Wendy’s reply, along with a vigorous shaking of her head no.

“Ah ok, good,” said Phil, “right, well we’d better sort out a bit more bondage for you then hadn’t we.”

“Huuuuh” was Wendy’s disbelieving answer and, with another sigh allowed her head to fall back on the bed in resignation, attempting instead to capture the afterglow of her arousal. As she did, like a background distraction, she could hear Phil rummaging around in the bedroom. Next thing she knew, his hands were on her knees, spreading her legs slightly before something was wrapped round her right leg, just below the knee but above the calf muscle, and buckled tightly into place. Next thing he was fiddling with her left leg, again strapping a buckle into place just below her knee, a tight constriction that, in her endorphin induced high, she found quite pleasant.

A moment later and Wendy felt the sole of Phil’s foot on the inside of her right knee pushing her leg out, while his hand pulled her left knee in the opposite direction, spreading her legs wide and stretching her inner thigh muscles taut, before hearing the small ‘snick’ of a metal rod been slotted home.

The hand and foot left her and, attempting to close her legs, Wendy found she was unable to. Somehow they were locked in position, spread wide with her cunt gaping to the cool, fresh air of the bedroom, totally available and helpless for any marauding male who wanted to take advantage of her. A fresh flush of excitement went through her as she realised her predicament, her arousal and excitement stepping up yet another notch at her increasing helplessness.

Phil meanwhile was still busy, and Wendy now felt him fiddling with her left ankle, as it too was wrapped in a tight strap and buckled firmly. Next came her right ankle, and with the strap attached, Wendy felt Phil lift and place first her right foot, then her left, so that her legs ran parallel from her knees to her toes. Finally she heard another ‘snick’ of a metal pin been slotted home and, by way off an experiment, tried to move her feet closer together (difficult at best with the boots she was wearing), only to find they too were locked a fixed distance apart.

With the Viagra really beginning to kick in, Wendy felt herself in an almost feverish high of arousal. Her nipples, now hard as rocks, jutted proudly toward the ceiling, tingling with excitement and driving her wild to touch them. Her pussy felt like an inferno, boiling with molten lava and throbbing in time with the heartbeat pounding in her ears; her clit was rock hard, engorged with blood, desperate to be touched, and sending little sparks of sexual energy shooting through her. She leapt at the sudden touch of Phil’s hand cupping her pussy, her exclamation of “Ohhhggg…” the best she could do to encourage him to jump her there and then.

“My god girl, you’re soaking down there,” said Phil, his hand tracing a route from her pussy down between her thighs, till a single finger came to rest on her anus. A shiver of excitement went through Wendy as this unexpected sensation, but before she could really begin to enjoy it, Phil took his hand away saying “Right now, we’d better get you up on the bed properly hadn’t we.”

‘God, what’s he gonna do with me now’ thought Wendy, feeling the mattress give slightly under her as Phil shifted about on the bed.

Gripping Wendy by the upper arms, Phil lifted her slightly before tugging her toward the centre of the bed.

“You’re gonna have to help some” he said, struggling to get her into position. Doing her best, Wendy lifted her legs clear of the bed; a strangely awkward manoeuvre for her with her knees and ankles coupled together, and began shuffling backward on her buns as best she could.

After a moments straining backward, Wendy felt Phil tugging her shoulders to the right, twisting her around using her bum as a pivot, before lying her upper body gently down on the mattress.

“Righto, just need to flip you on your front and we’re nearly done.”

Again Wendy felt the mattress shift beneath her as Phil moved round the bed, his hands coming to rest on her left arm and knee. Then, with a sudden tug, she felt herself twisted over onto her front, her left leg flying weirdly high in the air as she did so, it’s path dictated by the device separating her knees and ankles so effectively.

A whole new world of sensations opened up to Wendy’s as her weight now came to bear on her breasts, pushing them firmly into the duvet cover beneath her. The pressure on her breasts was heavenly, a feeling of fullness which she’d never experienced before, with a gentle throbbing in time with her heart. Her nipples seemed to have become super sensitive, picking out every fibre of the material beneath her and giving little jolts of pleasure as they did so.

“Ok, just need you to wriggle down the bed about six inches or so,” said Phil, jolting Wendy out of her musings.

“Grruugh”… she grunted, cursing him in her thoughts, though making her best effort to wriggle down the bed a little. Her progress, more like that of a centipede than a person, brought a smile to Phil’s face as he watched her, first lifting her ass, dragging her torso down the bed, then lowering her ass as she shuffled, first one leg, then the other, backwards an inch or so at a time. After the third centipede shuffle was done Phil said “Ok, that’s enough now,” and Wendy allowed her body to slump back down onto the mattress.

Without sight, Wendy had only hearing and touch to give her any clue what Philip was doing. She felt the mattress shift as he hopped off the bed, then the sounds of rummaging from the far side of the room. She heard him approach the bed again, down by her feet, fiddling briefly with her left ankle. Next moment a sharp tug pulled her ankle out toward the side of the bed, moving her foot about half an inch. Whatever was pulling her foot remained in place, and despite her efforts, Wendy couldn't shift her foot back where it had been.

Next thing Phil was at her right ankle, and the same process was repeated, her right foot pulled slightly out to the right side of the bed and held fast. A moment later Wendy felt him fiddling with her right ankle again, only, this time when the tug came, her foot was pulled firmly down into the mattress and held in position.

'Be my left ankle next' thought Wendy to herself, and indeed she was correct. After a moments work her left ankle too was pulled firmly down into the mattress and held there. Experimentally Wendy attempted to bend her knees, to lift her feet in the air, but was unable to shift them at all, instead finding her feet firmly held in position, with no movement available.

Next she felt Phil touching her left knee, and again, after a moment there was a sharp tugging outward, and her knee shifted slightly toward the side of the bed before been fixed in place. As with the ankles, the right knee was next, and after it was done Wendy had the strange sensation of having her legs utterly immobilised, unable to shift them either left or right by so much as a millimetre.

It was only by pressing down with her breasts and ankles on the mattress, and raising her hips slightly in the air, that Wendy was able to move her knees at all, managing to lift them about an inch, although the effort required to do so was enormous, with the feeling that something was all the while trying to pull her knees back down. Quickly giving up Wendy allowed her body to lie flat again, wondering just what devilish plan Phil had cooked up for her in his feverish little brain.

"Okay Wendy" she heard Phil say, "we need to get you up on your knees now." With that, Wendy felt the mattress shift as he climbed onto the bed, moving round her till she could feel his feet planted either side of her head. Strong, masculine hands gripped her upper arms tightly, and the next thing she knew, her body was lifted into an upright position.

"Mmmuumphh." said Wendy through the gag, and then, as her thighs went past the vertical, she was able to bend at the waist to keep her body upright, falling backward as if to sit on her heels.

"Urrrggghh." was her cry a second later as she realised her predicament. With her legs spread wide, trying to sit back on her haunches put an incredible stain on her thigh muscles, so much so she could feel them start to tremble almost immediately. Lifting herself to the vertical was the only option, which she did, trying hard to concentrate on keeping her balance. Sensing Phil was still standing in front of her, just inches away, Wendy allowed herself to tilt forward cautiously, leaning her weight against him to maintain her balance.

"What's wrong?" asked Phil at the sound of Wendy's distress, followed by her body shifting, leaning forward into him, her face coming to rest against his stomach. "It'd be easier if you could sit back a bit while I get the next bit ready."

Wendy, cut off from the world by her blindfold, tilted her head back to gaze up at where his face must be, and shook her head no.

"What's wrong, is it painful?"

Still looking up toward his face, Wendy shook her head yes, while attempting to speak through the gag, although all that Phil could make out was "uggh grugh fraa."

"Hmm.is it very painful?" asked Phil to which she again nodded yes.

"Well, well" continued Phil, "you learn something new every day." With that Wendy felt his hands grip her shoulders, firmly setting her upright, leaving her to balance blindly on her knees, before the mattress shifted as he jumped from the bed, landing heavily on the floor.

"One must always make the most of the unexpected," Wendy heard him mutter as his footsteps crossed the room. Anxiety gripped the pit of her stomach and she cursed herself silently for revealing the situation too him, listening nervously to the sounds of his rummaging, knowing full well what had to happen next.

At the sounds of his return to the bed, Wendy attempted to protest, "Lhuugh maeee arrlaaan plaaaeezz," whilst twisting her shoulders in a vain effort to keep her hands away from him. Of course it was futile, and a moment later his hands gripped her arms; Wendy felt tugging as rope was threaded through the D-ring at the tip of the mittens and knotted tight, and felt a remorseless pull backward on her body as her arms were drawn down and back behind her toward the head of the bed.

Unable to resist, Wendy's knees bent back till they were at about a 30-degree angle with her lower legs. The strain on her thigh muscles was immense, and still the rope pulled her back, remorseless and unyielding. With no choice, unable to bend her legs further, Wendy leaned her upper body back, taking her weight as best she could on her hands, which Phil continued to pull backward. With her body tilted back and bowed in an arch, hips thrust forward to reduce the strain on her thighs, Wendy finally felt the tugging stop as Phil tied off the rope. Her hands were now at the end of the bed, screwed up in tight fists, knuckles pushing hard into the mattress to support her weight; while her thighs, trembling violently, screamed at her for relief.

"So now, lets see what all the fuss was about," said Phil, though Wendy hardly paid any heed as he climbed on the bed once more. Muscles in her upper arms were already complaining at the unaccustomed strain, as Phil ran his hands over her trembling thighs, up into her crotch, and back down again.

"Hmm, yes," muttered Phil, "I can feel the tension in your legs" and, placing a hand on each thigh, squeezed Wendy's legs in a grip of steel.

A gasp escaped her at his tight grip on her thighs, and then "Geeach meeech oought oof teeess" as she screamed at him through the gag; desperate to be free and absolutely certain it was hopeless to ask. Already the strain was becoming unbearable, and she didn't think she could last for long bound in this strict, uncomfortable position.

"You know, you shouldn't protest so much," said Phil cheerfully, clambering off the bed once more and crossing the room. "You should be grateful really, just think how much worse things could be. What if I tied your head back with another rope, or put nipple clamps on those beautiful breasts of yours." A brief pause then "Dammit, left them downstairs. Ok, head first, then I'll go get the clamps." The sound of his footsteps approaching filled Wendy with foreboding, but at least he didn't have the nipple clamps.yet.

Again, in futile protest, Wendy twisted her head left and right to avoid his hands, but all to soon a length of rope was attached to the rear strap of the blindfold, pulling her head back roughly till her throat was stretched taut, her face tilted up to stare blindly at the ceiling.

"Right, don't go away, I'll be right back" said Phil as Wendy heard him leave the room. She listened anxiously to his progress through the house, heard the distant rustling of a carrier bag followed be the sound of footsteps making their way back up the stairs.

The strain was taking it's toll on Wendy, her arms hurt, her thighs hurt, her jaw was beginning to ache from the gag, and she could feel beads of sweat trickling across her stomach, down her arms and inside her thighs. And the weirdest thing was, despite the pain and suffering she was enduring, she still felt incredibly horny. Her pussy throbbed, aching to be filled; while her nipples and clit seemed to be tingling with excitement as little shivers of electrical energy shot through her. Wendy couldn't remember a time when she'd felt so alive, so vital; and yet at the same time, paradoxically, so helplessly out of control.

"Oh good, your still here" was Phil's cheerful greeting as he re-entered the room. "I had another idea while I was downstairs," he continued, crossing the room and sitting next to Wendy on the edge of the bed, "and you're gonna love it I'm sure."

"Urrrh. whharttegher" was Wendy's resigned reply. He was loving this she realised, all chirpy and cheerful, enjoying seeing her suffer so. Well, one day she'd get her revenge although, to be totally honest, Wendy realised she didn't exactly hate the situation, at least not yet. Although her suffering was increasing by the moment, her arousal was taking the edge off the pain, and perversely, almost seemed to be feeding on her suffering somehow.

Next instant, a sharp lancing pain shot through her left nipple as Phil attached the first clamp, like shards of fire and ice biting into her, and she gasped for breath heavily through the gag. A moment later her right nipple joined it's twin in suffering, and Wendy again gasped for breath, panting heavily through her nose as braids of pain flayed her breasts, sending shockwaves shooting through her body.

"Grruuuuughhhhh." she panted through the gag, twin peaks of pain flaying her soul. Yet at the same time, it wasn't all suffering. As usual, mixed heavily in the pain was a perverse pleasure, and if she could only grab it, she'd hold onto it forever. Yet it was so ephemeral, slipping fleetingly away every time she grasped at it. As feelings like shards of glass tore into her nipples, a jolt of electric current shot through her pussy, an intense arousal filling her with longing. Her cunt was slick and wet; her juices flowed copiously, and already she could feel a trickle down her inner thigh.

Lost in a wilderness of sensation, Wendy was barely aware of Phil slipping a doubled up piece of rope round her waist, of him pulling the free ends through the loop and pulling it tight behind her back. Then, the ends passed back to front between her legs, and Wendy felt the ropes pull tight, burying themselves deep in her ass crack, nestling up against her anus and adding a whole new dimension to the assault upon her body.

She jumped, as if seared by a branding iron, as Phil's hand brushed her pussy, his finger tips spreading her labia lips wide and the rope pulled between them; and she would have given anything for Phil to stroke her to orgasm there and then. However, his plans were very different and, with the ropes pulled tight, she felt a finger slide between them, parting the ropes one to each side of her throbbing, desperate little clit. The finger was withdrawn, and the ropes came together, squeezing her clit firmly, a heavenly sensation that sent fresh waves of pleasure sweeping through her.

The ropes tightened further, burying themselves deep in her crotch, squeezing her clit relentlessly, as Phil pulled hard, tightening them to the limit; and Wendy felt a faint thrumming as the ropes were tied off, fixed securely in place, tormenting her with their promise of ecstasy.

"Hmmm. you look so deliciously helpless my dear" said Phil, finally satisfied with her bondage, "good enough to eat I think, but I'll just have a nibble for now."

Wendy sensed him leaning over her; the bed frame creaked as he knelt on the mattress, his hot breath flowing over her outstretched, oh so defenceless throat. His lips brushed her skin softly, kissing her once, twice, then a third time, then his teeth parted slightly, trapped a little pinch of skin and bit down gently. His lips shifted, another kiss, another little bite.

Wendy shivered with anticipation, his lips brushing her neck, his teeth biting her throat, first a small bite, than another, then a bigger bite, holding on for longer and longer each time; driving home the message of her helplessness, her outstretched throat so vulnerable to him. A primal fear shot through her, mingling with her arousal to heighten the senses, filling her with an erotic dread. The terror of the predator, of the things that stalk the night, swirled within her, blurring with her lust to be taken, to be used, blurring with the passion burning her loins. His jaws stretched wide, teeth clamping and holding tight, threatening to tear out her throat at any minute.

Her mind swam with visions of vampires, the films she'd seen, so erotic, so terrifying. Fear filled her mind as a paralysis gripped her, throat bared, quivering in her helplessness; the prey before the predator, keeping still, hoping the beast would pass on by.

The moment stretched and stretched, seemingly toward infinity, but eventually Phil released his grip on her throat, planted a small kiss on her neck and stood straight.

"Indeed, good enough to eat."

Wendy let out a long sigh, unaware she'd been holding her breath she took deep gulps of air; her limbs were weak, trembling from the adrenaline coursing through her veins, and a feeling of numbness settled over her, as if, somehow, the vitality had been drained out of her.

"Right, one last thing and we're done," said Phil after a moment, "then I'll leave you to simmer for a bit, maybe an hour, maybe two." Wendy gave a sigh of resignation as he approached, helpless in her bonds, the will to fight gone, even if she'd been able, surrendering to her fate. She felt Phil slip a plug, first in one ear, then the other, cutting off another of her senses from the outside world, leaving her only with a sense of touch, an awareness of her body and the turmoil of emotions within.

For a while Wendy drifted in a stupor, neither caring or aware of her circumstances; the emotional rollercoaster, followed by her own abject surrender a few minutes previously, still reeling in her brain. Her body though would not be neglected forever; it screamed at her in a language she couldn't ignore, a language of pain and pleasure, of burning muscles and aching limbs, of ecstasy and arousal. And in time, the message got through, piercing her delirium and pulling her back together, back into the present. A present of aching thighs, of straining shoulders and arms, of throbbing breasts and nipples flayed with fire and ice, of tight ropes digging deep into her throbbing pussy, a clitoris thrumming, trapped and squeezed tightly, shooting slivers of sexual energy through her being.

Returning to such circumstances was too much for Wendy to bear, a rage born of desperation arose within her and, with the strength of two men, she heaved and strained within her bonds, fighting furiously for a release, her body twisting and bucking this way and that. But her bonds had been well placed, by a practiced hand, and held her contemptuously. After five minutes her struggling and thrashing subsided, her chest heaved violently as the breath whistled in and out of her gaping mouth, her body drenched in sweat, matted hair stuck damply to her forehead, having achieved nothing but exhaust herself.

Letting out a groan Wendy sagged in her bonds, her attempt at escape defeated. Groaning once again, and breathing heavily through her nose, she felt the anguish in her limbs arise once more to torment her. Straining her muscles, she attempted to shift herself slightly, trying to find some relief from her suffering. After a little experimenting she found that, although her arched position offered no relief whatsoever to her burning thighs, by twisting her shoulders one way then the other, she was able to alternate shifting her weight from one arm to the other.

Wendy continued with this for a while, though the effort was rapidly draining her, and the relief she gained was minimal, since the strain on each arm doubled whilst it carried the burden of supporting her. Back and forth she went, from arm to arm, the time each was able to support her growing shorter at each cycle; irritation grew steadily within her, till in fury she screamed through her gag, rage and frustration at her predicament filling her soul.

Again she thrashed in her bonds like a mad woman, her suffering lending her strength, but again she was easily held till the fit had passed and, defeated once more, exhausted both mentally and physically, she slumped back in her bonds, the strength to fight spent; reconciled to suffer her fate.

The minutes ticked by as Wendy hung there, the sound of short sharp breaths whistling through her nostrils. Her body gleamed in the light, glistening with a film of sweat, tiny beads glimmering on her skin like diamonds, trickling down her face, and over her stomach and thighs. Her crotch rope was sodden, inner thighs slick with her juices, mute testament to her continued arousal. Occasionally her body would twitch and flex, straining briefly against her bonds, in response to some sub-conscience desire, falling back in defeat each time after a brief struggle.

Within her bonds Wendy suffered silently, passively; reduced to little more than an object, toyed with by forces beyond her control, she submitted to her destiny as feelings washed over her like waves at the seashore. Her prison, inescapable, made from elements of both heaven and hell, played her mercilessly, raising her to heights of ecstasy before plunging her down into torment time after time.

It was gradually that the transformation happened, as the pain and pleasure, the agony and ecstasy, seemed to grow and spread throughout her body, blurring and blending into one, the flames of arousal consuming them all. Wendy drifted free, the heat of passion buoying her up, a lambent desire suffusing her body. But still the dark throb of a gnawing, aching emptiness clung to her loins; yet even this fuelled her desires, driving her higher, straining for the ultimate release that would set her free.

Her body sung to her, a language without words, auguring of transcendence, of mountainous peaks and exploding stars. Of a promised land of ecstasy and delight, just up ahead, just a little further, if she could only reach out and take it.

And so Wendy strained, timelessly, to reach her goal, the pinnacle of arousal that seemed so tantalisingly near. The lust for relief drove her on, an aching desire that could be appeased in only one way; but the final step eluded her, and so she hung, agonisingly close, on the cusp of the abyss, her arousal a monster ravaging her soul.

After what seemed an eternity, Wendy felt herself slipping, falling away from the promised nirvana. Desperately she tried to cling to the feelings, but they were ephemeral, fleeing from her into the distance. A yawning chasm of exhaustion opened before her, and Wendy slid peacefully into unconsciousness.

Wendy’s Trial · Part 2 (2/2)
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