Rapfan pt3  

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1/27/2006 12:42 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Rapfan pt3


With her hands tied behind her it was easy to grab a handful of hair and drag her onto her back. Just got those flailing legs to worry about now. A little subduing needed first I think. Pressing down on her shoulders I reached up and took hold of her left breast. Squeezing it and stroking it.
She tried to squirm away and called “Fuck off, leave me alone.” I continued playing for a while to let her realise that in this position there was nothing she could do. She seemed to calm down a bit after a while at least the kicking slowed and started to be replaced by sobs. It wasn’t bad for Me either, she had very nice breasts.
“Please don’t hurt me.” She called. I noticed the change in her, the drop in belligerence.
I gave her breast a last big squeeze and stood up. “Don’t move.”
I watched her intently as I opened the wardrobe. I could see her looking towards the door then deciding not to try and run again. I pulled out a few belts of various types. I saw the look in her eyes as I pulled out a thick leather one. Then dropping them on the floor by the bed I sat next to her.
“Now if you don’t want to get hurt too much you’ll d as I say, understand?”
She nodded.
“Good give Me your legs”. I was only slightly surprised that she offered Me her legs without complaint. I slipped a belt round the delicate ankle then tied it to the bedpost, then moved round and pulled on the other ankle to spread her legs. She tried to keep them together for a moment shaking her head. I kept a firm hold on the ankle and kept the pressure up. Eventually she realised the inevitable and closing her eyes let Me ease her legs apart opening her up to the world. I tied a second belt round the other ankle and fixed this round the opposite bedpost. Pulling her legs wider before tying it off.

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