Page 44 of Punishing Penelope
“No? Okay.”
Her panties are in disarray, but they still cover her pussy, and it looks hot as fuck. Plugging the wand into a socket, I turn it on while I hold her gaze. I bet I look sadistic as all hell as I wave the buzzing monstrosity before her.
“No!” Her eyes widen. ““No! I can’t! I’m too sensitive after the… after you…”
“Oh, I know.” I drag the vibrator up along the inside of her thigh until the head pushes at her pussy. She jolts and arches, still able to move way too much, but I follow and keep mercilessly pushing against her clit,.
Penelope's shrieking doesn’t stop, and I have neighbors. A gag is definitely needed, but it’ll only mute her, not silence her completely. I know what will make her want to use her breath more wisely.
Fastening the shaft of the wand inside one of the thigh straps, letting it run a little looser for a while, I rummage through the bag again and pull out a leather choker and a red ball gag.
She’s moved away from the onslaught of vibrations and has stopped e wailing. Her mouth falls open when she looks at what’s in my hands, then slams her mouth shut. She doesn't try to protest, but she’ll fight me.
I wrap the choker around her throat, a little too tight for comfort. It’s not dangerous, she’ll still get both air and blood to her brain, but it’ll make her feel as if she’s choking, and that's the whole point. She shakes her head mutely.
“Wanna say something?” I hold up the gag then let it rest against her closed lips.
Her eyes narrow, and she shakes her head.
“Okay. That was your last chance. I don’t think you’ll enjoy this very much.”
“You’re not putting that thing in my mouth.”
Her teeth remain clenched, but her mouth opens a bit, which is all I need to push the ball gag between her lips and press enough that her self-preservation, wanting to keep her row of pretty white teeth intact, makes her open up.
Fastening the strap, I admire my work.
She escaped once, but I have her now. Penelope Wilder lies on my bed, arms and legs spread and tied. The black leather choker with a metal ring at its front, made for a leash and more fun games, completes the picture. Her silky bra still sits in place, and I’ll let it remain for now. With her panties halfway off, the buzzing wand like a phallic symbol pushed against her core, the vision before me is like something out of my most perverted dreams.
A shudder runs through her, then she exhales, waking me from my trance. The wand has come loose.
It’s time to get back to business.
Penelope
If I thought I was helpless before, it’s nothing compared to the gutting feeling of being unable to scream, with no ability to move, no safeword, no agreement, and at Peter’s complete mercy.
And he has none. He’s turned into a ruthless, soulless monster.
Why the fuck did I come with him?
Oh yeah, getting arrested and charged and having my life destroyed.
Fuck! Fuck me and my nosy self!
I yank at the cuffs, getting no leeway, then swallow against the choker. I can breathe, but I’ll lose my breath if I scream. If he puts that thing between my legs again, right on my swollen and tender clit, how can I not? I’ll faint!
The mattress sinks beneath his weight, then he pushes the head of the vibrator right back to where I don’t need it. “Now, you can scream if you want.”
I arch up from the brutal onslaught of the pressure on my clit. It’s unbearable, and it’s only been one second.
He chuckles. “Scream all you want, baby. Know what I’ll do? I’ll count the number of times you come. At ten, I’ll ask you again, all right? If you’re stubborn, I’ll pull ten more, then ask again. Like I said, the night is long. For you, it’ll feel eternal.”
Wailing, I barely hear his last words. I fight for my next breath, wail again, and thrash beneath the unfathomably cruel pressure. It doesn't hurt. It’s just unbelievably overpowering. My pussy clenches, twitching helplessly, and I come—hard—jerking, trying to get away, but he keeps going.
I cry when I come again. Real tears. Then again, my choked wails hoarse.
I can’t.