"Nnnhmmphh.."
I don't know how many orgasms she forced me to have, but I definitely know I stopped counting after the sixth. I just lay there now on the centre of the dampen, musky heart-shaped bed within the small, steamy motel room. My hands are tied tightly behind my back with pink silk rope and more coils tie my ankles together. I'm hogtied securely, with more of my own pink rope tied around my shoulders and upper arms, above and below my large, firm and exposed breasts. My hot-pink leopard print mini-tube dress has been pulled down and is bunched up around my knees, a pair of fishnet stockings still encase my legs and only one of my tall heels adorns my feet. My big platinum blonde hair is a tousled wild mess, matted with sweat. I'm gagged with my own panties, with a scarf tied over my mouth and around the back of my head, pinning my flowing platinum hair to the sides of my face, and I'm blindfolded as well with another scarf. I lay on my side, a sweaty, sexed out, hot mess, trussed up tightly and utterly worn down. Becca had spent all of last night torturing, humiliating, ravaging and fucking me thoroughly. Repeatedly. Gawd, I don't even know how many climaxes she forced outta me. A big lipstick print of her lips is planted on my right cheek and my forehead and I can feel the marking of a hickey on my neck.
"Yes honey.. you're being fucked to a level beyond you..."
She fucked me good, real fucking good. I challenged her, tried to capture her, and ended up getting captured myself. And she owned me, gawd did she own me. She tied me up with my own ropes and used me all night as her big, blonde slut. She left 'bout an hour ago, but I'm not sure if she's going to return or not. I try to struggle in my bonds but I end up collapsing into the bed, exhausted. All those forced orgasms have taken their toll on me, and now all I can do is lay there helplessly tied up..
"Nnmmmhh...mmmphh.."
