The Day Sara Lost Everything: Chapter 21

Disgust washing over Sara in the form of a tidal wave. This was completely degrading.

“I’m tied to a bed, and gagged, with my own things, this could not possibly get any worse,” thought Sara. She squirmed in her bonds, but apparently John knew what he was doing. If Sara so much as flexed her wrist the circulation got cut off. John reached down, re-arranged her wrist and sat on top of her stomach.

“See, if you just lay there like a good little girl, the ties won’t cut off your circulation, they’ll just hold you in place. It’s the same thing with your gag, so don’t try to spit it out unless you want the material sliding further into your mouth.”

She stopped struggling and laid there thinking about what he said, “Hold me in place? What is he planning on doing that I need to be held in place for?”

John stood up and tilted her head just so she could have a full view of him. He took his shirt off. He wasn’t pudgy or fat, but he didn’t have abs either. His torso was just sort of…there. Next came the belt. After sliding it out of the loops of his pants, John playfully spanked Sara’s upper thigh with the smooth leather. It bit into her skin, but not enough to hurt. He unfastened the button and slid the zipper on his jeans down. He was left in only his boxers, erection sticking out. The boxers he had on didn’t have a button, so the head was trying to push through its cotton restraints, just like Sara.

She tried to look away, glancing out the window. This made John twinge with anger but he kept himself composed. He walked over to the bed and sat on Sara’s bare chest, erection grinding against her breast bone. At first she wasn’t too concerned and continued staring blankly out her window, that was until she felt skin to skin contact. The head finally pushed its way out of John’s boxers and was now comfortably resting in-between Sara’s breasts.

This caused her to buck against his weight, attempting to throw him off of her.

John laughed, “If you want it that bad you could have just asked…”

He slid his boxers off and lay next to Sara, now completely naked. He used the index finger of his right hand to run up and down her side. His touch was less than that of a feather, but it made Sara want to vomit. He leaned over to kiss her forehead and began working his way down. He kissed and licked all over her body working down her neck to her breasts and nipples, then further to lick her belly button. From here he slowly drug his tongue down her torso until he reached the slight spattering of hair.
John rubbed his nose in it and lowered his face, finally pressing against Sara’s clit. At this Sara bucked more wildly, not of pleasure, but out of fear.

“Alright, alright I’m getting there. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.” John laughed at his own ignorant joke. Sara just rolled her eyes as she tried to close her legs quickly, hoping she could snap out of her bonds. Predictably, it didn’t work.

“Tsk, Tsk, Sara. Did you really think I would give you any opportunity to get away? Last time you were drunk but this time, you get to be conscious for the whole event. Aren’t you excited?”

“Mmmmmf,” was Sara’s response. We can only assume she was saying no.

John simply went back to breathing his hot, wet breath all over her clit. Sara wasn’t aroused in the least but she could only take so much indirect stimulation. She started to get wet, John took this as her finally accepting what was going to happen.

He went back to running his finger up and down her body, and then, without warning, shoved his index and middle finger inside her. The sheer shock it of caused Sara so much pain she moaned and jerked upward in her restraints. This made John delighted as he continued to violently pump his fingers in and out of Sara.

Just as he was positioning himself above her, there came a pounding at the door, “Sara? Are you ok in there?”

Anthony. Sara had never been so happy to hear his prim-and-proper voice.

“Mmmmm!” Sara was trying to get him to open the door, but luckily for John, he had locked it while she was unconscious.

“Too bad honey. I guess we won’t get to the main event tonight,” spoke John, “but don’t worry. Now that I know where you are I can come visit night after night. Who knows? Maybe you’ll even start looking forward to my visits.” With that John kissed Sara on the forehead and climbed out the window.

Anthony was still pounding at the door, and with a final lurch of strength, it came crashing down to her floor. Seeing Sara tied up for him was too much.

“Sara, my God. This is incredible! How did you tie yourself up like this? I know you knew I wanted to be physical, but I never expected you to be this forward with yourself. I guess I’ll have to reward you.”

“Oh no! He thinks I set this up for him? Dear God!,” muttered Sara to herself as Anthony walked over to the bed, lust showing from his eyes down to his….toes.

   Sorry it took so long, this was a really difficult chapter for me to write. I know I'm being a bit...well of a tease with the sex scenes but I don't want to ruin it before I get to the big one. 10 Rates! Rember, Read, Rate, Comment.