Maiden Maid-Chapter 7 Bound and Penetrated from Behind

He whistled at her, “I knew you would going to look good, couldn’t miss seeing you before Michael gets finished with you. Turn around, let me see that sexy ass,” he ordered her.

She complied, turning her back to him, feeling his eyes burning a hole in her. 

“Bend over and grab your ankles, I want to see your panties tighten up on your nice ass.”

She did as he said, her hands sliding down her legs until they reached her ankles, locking tightly on them, difficult to hold the position. She could feel her panties stretching tightly over her ass cheeks and could only imagine what she looked like from behind.

“Spread you legs some more, Sara,” he told her.

She let her legs move open, her feet balancing precariously on the high heels as her legs spread wider. She felt him move closer to her and she braced herself when she would feel his hands on her again.

His cock jumped when he touched her teenage ass cheeks, clad in the tightly stretched silky panties. He let his finger run up and down her crease. “Is your asshole nice and clean for Michael’s cock, Sara? I hope so, because you will probably have to suck his cock clean after he fucks you up the ass.” He slapped her hard on the ass. “Now get going Sara, I’ll see you tonight,” grabbing his hard cock in his pants. “This is going up your tight ass tonight,” he threatened.

Sara entered the library clad in only her underwear, her high heels clicking on the hard floors of the hallway. She already noticed the new pieces of equipment in the room, not knowing what there uses would be, but sure that she would somehow be bound to them obscenely. There were also ropes hanging from the ceiling, thick hemp rope tied to large eye bolts in the ceiling. She realized quickly that this was not going to be a quick fuck. Michael looked up from the chair, a smile on his face. She looked down at his robe, his cock already pushing out the silky garment out. “Good evening, Sir.”

“You certainly look beautiful tonight. Come over here and stand in front of me, I want to see you better,” motioning her over to his chair. He watched as she moved towards him, her hips gliding along, her muscles in her legs drawn tight by the high heels, her breasts moving beneath the silk camisole, her nipples sliding along the material, stimulating them to hardness.

Sara stood in front of Michael, watching his eyes move down to her panties, her garter belt highlighting her naked thighs. She didn’t have to be told, she let her legs part, her creamy thighs parting.

“That’s a good girl, Sara, you’re learning your place in this house. A little more please,” his hand reaching out to rub up and down her naked thighs, moving from the top of her nylons to between her legs, but only teasing her panty covered pussy, not touching it. “Such smooth, silky skin you have, Sara. I love teenage flesh, so soft and supple.” He put his hands on her hips. “Turn around, let me see that delicious ass.”

She felt his hands running over her naked flesh, teasing between her thighs. She turned, her back to him, his hands returning to rub her naked thighs before moving up to the juncture of her legs. This time he did not stop, his hand sliding up over her creamy ass, the silk panties taut over her flesh. She felt his hands grip her cheeks, tightening on her flesh.

“Such a nice ass, Sara.” His hands moved up to her back, applying pressure to it, “bend over, I want to see your ass push out on your panties.”

Her head slowly lowered towards the floor, bending in half, the blood rushing to her head making her momentarily dizzy. She could feel her panties growing taut on her ass, almost sure that her pussy and ass must be clearly outlined by now.

Michael’s hands returned to her ass, his finger pushing in on her panties where her cheeks parted. He ran it from the top all the way down until he reached her pussy, pushing the silky material in between her pussy lips, feeling her moisture begin to wet the material. He let his finger run up and down between her pussy lips, the fleshy lips parting as his thick fingers pushed them aside. “Over here,” his hand slapping her ass cheek hard.

“OOOW,” she cried out, her head rising as her cheek stung from his hand. She followed him, cringing when she saw where he was taking her. She saw the rope hanging down from the ceiling, attached to a pulley, able to raise and lower whatever was tied in the ropes. She knew that it was going to be her. “Please Sir, you don’t have to tie me, I will obey.”

“You say that Sara, but I’m not so sure. My cock is going up your tight asshole for the first time. I don’t think you will comply willingly. In fact I hope you don’t. I tend to enjoy it more when you fight and resist. To a point though.”

She saw him grab the hemp rope, thick, rough rope and move it towards her.

“Your hands, Sara,” he ordered her. He grabbed her wrists one at a time as she extended them, wrapping the rope around and around her slim wrist, tying the rope tightly, seeing the rope push into her tender skin. 

“Please, it’s too tight.”

“Nonsense, Sara, wait, it will get tighter. Then you can complain,” he laughed. He let go of her wrists and grabbed the other end of the rope. He pulled them, watching her arms begin to rise up.

Sara tried to fight the rope, but Michael kept pulling her arms up higher and higher. They were now over her head and still rising. Her arms began to stretch out. She was relieved when Michael stopped, securing the rope, her arms pulled up.

Michael looked at her, stretched tight, her breast pulled up, her nipples pointed and poking the camisole. Her legs moved, slowly shifting as she staggered to keep her footing as she swayed. He moved his hands to her waist, steadying her. “Now that is how I like you, bound and stretched.” His hands began to move up her body, slowly raising the camisole up over her breasts. Her nipples were hard and pointed. She might complain about being bound, but her body was saying differently. He pushed the camisole above her breasts, his hands finding her teenage tits and massaging them, paying special attention to her nipples. 

She was held tightly, Michael’s cock pushed into her pussy as her breasts were rudely groped. Fingers gripped her hard nipples tightly, twisting them, igniting a pain in them as he pulled them. “OOOHHH,” she cried, his finger slapping her nipple back and forth, the nail harsh on the sensitive tips. She felt him move behind her, his hard cock now pushed against her ass cheeks, his hands reaching around to grab her breast in his big hands.

“Such nice tits, Sara. Lovely nipples, so big and hard. Do you like my fingers pulling on them? They stretch so nicely.” His hands reached down her hips, sliding over her sides then moving back to her ass. Each hand grabbed an ass cheek, clenching on the teenage flesh, feeling her muscles tighten as he did. “Yes, fight back, Sara, I like that.” 

Her feet shuffled, it was hard to maintain her balance with her arms bound high and her feet perched on the high heels. Her hips moved back and forth as he groped her ass, touching her as if he owned her, his hands moving all over her panty covered ass cheeks.

“Are you wet, Sara?” His fingers moved to the front, his hand sliding down over her taut stomach, pausing as it touched her bush. “I love that, Sara, especially since it is red.” He moved lower, his fingers parting her pussy lips, pushing her tight panties into the groove, her lips pressed tightly against it. He let his finger run up and down her slit, sliding along the silky panties, feeling her moisture begin to wet them.

Sara let her legs spread slightly, not wanting Michael to notice, but wanting to feel his finger deeper into her slit. She pushed forward onto the finger, her hips beginning a gentle back and forth motion, each time sliding back onto the hard cock pushed against her ass. She pushed back farther when she felt a hand pull on her waistband and slide over her naked stomach. She felt him grab her pussy hair and give it a gentle tug. 

He let his fingers lounge in her silky pubic hair, twisting the hairs, feeling them tighten as he did. He let his fingers run farther down, bypassing her clit for now, wanting to tease her. His fingers found her pussy lips, pulling back the puffy lips, her panties pulled out, his finger replacing them in her wetness. “You like being naughty, don’t you Sara? Your pussy is so wet,” teasing her. Both hands pushed into her panties, two hands pulling apart her pussy lips with his thumbs, his index fingers sliding up and down on her juices. He felt her arch her ass back onto his cock, “yes Sara, push that tight ass back onto my cock, soon you will be fucking back onto it,” his fingers playing with her wet pussy.

It began to feel good, his fingers trailing up and down her wet pussy. She pushed back, wanting to feel his fingers on her clit but he kept moving away each time, teasing her. “Please, touch my clit,” she begged.

“Soon, Sara, but first lets get these panties off you.” His fingers gripped the top of her panties and slowly pulled them down her hips. “Such a nice ass, Sara,” as he slowly revealed her hillocks, her muscled teenage buttocks.

Sara felt the panties slip down her butt, feeling the cool air of the room on them, knowing he was stripping her naked again. She tugged on her bound wrists, not really trying to escape, more to feel the control he had over her. She felt her panties slip down her thighs, stopped by her garter belt. She heard a rip, the flimsy garment shredded on the floor beneath her. She felt him move away from her, afraid of what was next. She heard the sound of scraping, knowing that he was moving some bondage apparatus towards her, afraid to look.

Michael pulled one of John’s projects over towards Sara. She looked so inviting, her teenage body almost naked, her camisole pulled up above her breasts, the youthful tits standing out proudly, her nipples sharp and pointed. Her garter belt and nylon stockings highlighte3d her naked sex, her flaming red bush a beacon to the eyes. Her legs perched high upon the high heels, the muscles drawn tight, legs slightly drawn apart, giving a brief glimpse of her pink pussy. But what he was after was nestled between her sharply tightened ass cheeks, the tiny anus that he cherished.