Elise Graves - Captured Cunt - Part 2
JR is looking for where he left Elise Graves. There are several spots around his dilapidated property where she could be and he has checked just about all of them. There’s one last hole to check, though. He is ripping up the flooring behind the bar when we find him. There’s a small crawl space down in there. A dank, dark place full of humidity, spiders and extreme isolation. He pulls up the linoleum floor to reveal a small opening covered by two large, square boards. Once those are pulled up he climbs down the short ladder, almost unable to fit through the opening. Once down inside he finds Elise back in the corner, naked and chained by the neck to a beam above her head. It only allows her a short area to move around in. She also has an old rusty chain around her waist and through her crotch. Her wrists are manacled to her waist. Her ankles are also manacled with a short chain between them. She has been down in this hole for god knows how long. The space is wet and cold. She is ball gagged in spite of the fact no one could ever hear her scream down here. All she has to keep her company is a large rat trap, a litter box and some old rags to sit her bare ass on. When JR finds her she is just getting up to go pee in her litter box. Getting into a standing position is almost impossible for her. The manacles around her ankles dig into her flesh. She is forced to place her back on the concrete wall and push up to get a “standing” position. When she reaches her litter box, where a fresh pile of shit is already present, she again has to place her back against the wall and squat down over it to let it fly. Her neck chain is stretched to the maximum when the urine starts to flow. When she is done she negotiates her way back to the corner and sits. Sits there with no idea how long she has been in this hole, whether it is even day or night or what day of the week it is. But today is her “lucky” day... She was a dirty, disgusting piece of shit when he fetched her from the hole. But now she is fresh and showered. JR likes to make his women get all prettied up for him and that’s just what he did to Elise. When we find her JR is making her model some hot looking girl-next-door outfits for him –now that she is cleaned up like a decent human being. He likes what he sees, too. The first thing he has her in is form fitting white pants and a black blouse. He makes her pose and spin around so he can see her ass better. He drinks in her lines as she looks around nervously, unsure of what is next. She keeps twirling the end of her hair and trying not to look his way. When he’s seen enough he has her change into something else. A pair of tight, old blue jeans and a soft, feminine green camisole made of a silky material. It all fits her so well, her uber female body. Again he has her turn to see that ass encased in those well worn jeans. It is just the type of outfit that if you saw a chick wearing out in life it would stick with you all day. Then he has her change into green shorts and an orange sweater with black flip flops. The contrast, the way the clothes fit her feminine body, those sexy lines –he has her turn around immediately to see that ass. He poses her and touches himself. If the outfit before this one left an impression this one drives him crazy. It’s all he can do to keep from cutting a hole in her shorts right now and fucking her. But he pushes on and has her change next to a black evening dress with shiny black heels. The dress fits her in all the ways that it should; cuts in at the waist and stays close past her upper thighs before stopping above the knee. He can’t quit looking at her feet in those heels, her legs. Those legs are perfect. One could not conceive or create from scratch a more perfect set of lines. She looks ready for an evening at the opera versus what JR has in store for her. And now he has her put on elegant, patterned black hose, short red skirt and a black top. Another pair of black heels finishes her outfit. The skirt poofs out on all sides allowing a generous view of that hose climbing up past her thighs. He gets all caught up again in those feet, those feet encased in sexy black hose captured by the black heels. He gets lost there for a moment before allowing his eye to climb past her ankle and up the leg. Holy crap, he has her change again before he loses his own control. Back to black heels, a whole new pair, with no hose and just her bare feet encased, captured. Her toes painted red. She stands there before him, nervous and scared, but he stares at them, drinking in the site. The delicate strap around her ankle, the way she holds her feet together, the pretty toes –then his eye turns upward, up her leg. He can’t quit thinking of how he will defile her. When his eye runs upward he finds her in a red dress, a little girl dress. When he reaches her face he stares her in the eye taking it in. Taking her in. Knowing what he will do later to her while she wears this dress. Holy shit, she is beautiful. So innocent looking and nervous. Her fair, unblemished skin, her red dress with black heels and red painted toes evoke a pure virtue ripe for what he has in store. It is time to get started... When we find Elise next she wearing that elegant black evening dress with shiny black heels. She is in a strappado. Her arms, her elbows brought close together behind her back. Rope wraps the length of her arms holding them close together. A rope through her wrist binding pulls her arms high above her head behind her. Her ankles are drawn outward, wearing those heels. Tied in place she cannot bring her legs together. She is my little girl-next-door all trussed up in my out building. She’s already been this way awhile, struggling with the position. Her arms are so jacked up behind her toward the ceiling it is impossible for her to find a position that can be endured for any length of time. That’s when JR shows up and cuts her dress off. She now finds herself nude, save for the black panties she has on. She can’t stop moving, trying to find a position that doesn’t stress her. JR finds the Hitachi and presses it against her cunt, through the panties and starts to get her off. She leans into it, needy like. Within seconds she forgets all about her surroundings and focuses on nothing but her cunt, her little dick. She screams out, “Oh shit!”, her need building. Then, “Ohhhhh fuuuccccckkkk!” reaches her lips and she finds herself in complete desperation for an orgasm. She looks at you, The Viewer, and asks for permission to cum. When she gets it she lets out a scream of desire, of want and need and of sound that belies how good it feels to her. When it is over she thanks him, more as a way of backhandedly getting him to stop, to take away the Hitachi from her cunt –but he doesn’t. He holds it there in spite of her newfound sensitivity. It wails away and she finds herself slipping again into a space she can’t control. She wails and screams and shakes her hips, curses fowl language. She has no control over her sex. JR owns that. When she cums again she hangs herself from the strappado, lifting her feet inches from the floor. Snot and spit hang and swing from her face holes as she pushes out another orgasm she had no power over. When it is over, without the medicating benefits of the Hitachi, she finds that she can now barely stand. The position so taxing, perched on her heels, that no movement or way offers her any composure. She finds herself blurting out expletives in an attempt to assuage how she finds herself. He cuts her panties off, her wet, cum filled panties and shoves them into her mouth --crotch side first. Then he tapes them in with clear tape. Wraps it about her head with no concern for her hair or face. She is left with her biggest face hole stuffed, stuffed with her own soiled panties, her cut black evening dress near her heeled feet. When JR returns he shoves a G-Spot vibrator up her ass, turns it on high and sits back. She immediately begins to wine, to moan through her panty gag. She shakes her hips up and down --that brown hole of hers’ invaded. When JR finally comes back he has the Hitachi in his hand. He shoves it against her cunt and sends her into a desperate, deficient space. She begins to scream through her gag, muffled as it is. She begs for permission to cum, she pleads with him but he withholds it. Right when she reaches the apex of desire he pulls it away and leaves her. Leaves her to go mow the yard. After cutting the grass and showering he has taken Elise down. We now find her in those green shorts he wanted to cut a hole in and fuck her while she wore them --with that orange sweater. He loves contrasts, especially sexy contrasts like this. Problem is, for Elise anyway, is that she has a wide leather belt around her waist –and neck. Her wrists are cuffed to her waist band in the back. Her ankles tied together and drawn up toward her wrists, sort of a reverse fetal position. Worse, Elise is completely encased in a thin clear plastic bag; she is slowly suffocating inside. It is already growing foggy for her as he seals the bag shut around her waist. It is a full encasement, all the air she breathes now is air that has been used by her. It grows thinner with each breath. Less and less oxygen and more and more condensation and heat inside. She tries to control her breath, her breathing. She wines. She works on maintaining control. She is lying on her side. The thick leather collar tightly secured around her neck doesn’t give her any comfort, let alone make it easy for her to drawl a breath. As time passes it becomes increasingly difficult to see her inside of there. We can hear her breathing, her attempts at controlling it. JR ask her what is the toughest part of her situation. She tells us the collar right now. It makes it difficult for her to get a full breath. Water starts to bead up inside and run down the plastic around her face. It wants to stick to her face, making her panic. She appears all wet inside. Her hair plastered to her face as she attempts her composure. But it is faltering. The heat and water inside, the water from her own breathing, condensation, and the heat from her breath and body conspire against her. She’d like to be out of this, maybe back in her hole. She tells me how difficult the collar makes it for her, green shorts still fitting her like an uber woman. She tells me how hot it is inside there and I tell her how cool it feels outside. She starts to tell me how hard it is to catch a breath. I cut a small opening for her. An opening that I shove a short rubber hose into, for her to breath with. At least that’s what she thinks. Once she has it in her mouth she uses it to take in fresh oxygen –and we can hear her doing so. It is her own fresh air supply as she tells me how tight the collar is. She is sucking it in. We can hear it. And then the Hitachi. She finds herself needing to reach for a new way to breath, to get that orgasm, because she is a bondage slut. But that was temporary, before JR cut her breathing off with a pair of hemostats on the rubber hose punching itself from the bag. He makes her ask, beg for a fresh air supply. He brings out a well nurtured Hookah, one ready to smoke. Finding her rubber hose he picks it up and fills her bag with Hookah smoke. She cries out and wails. She tells him how bad the air is getting, how she can’t see now, how she can’t even see her breathing tube now for the smoke. Her bag is permeated, smoke she did not want. Smoke that just makes her situation that much more demanding. She coughs, and hacks –spits inside her enclosure. She grows into a panic....he decides to see what the Hitachi changes. She screams out at the top of her lungs....this is only the beginning....
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