Be nice and enjoy it
Isn't she devil? And how we feel more for Edward. I know some of you guys like to see good parts. Bella is selfish with sex. She like to have power over him and he becomes like prisoner for her.
It will come soon, I promise.
Chapter 13; play with u more
Edward strained against the bonds but it was useless. Bella was turning a crank in the middle of the chair. His legs were being spread wider and wider as the arms and legs of the chair moved outward. She then set up some television equipment.
"You get to watch some videos," she smirked.
He was left there watching porno movies as Bella walked out without a word. It was fairly mindless stuff, films of heaving, naked bodies grunting and thrusting into each other, then women showering with rivulets of soapy water running down their bodies. Much of it was no more than light porn but it went on and on as though it would never come to an end.
Before his eyes were a set of breasts that he now recognized as Bella's. They filled his world, jiggling right in front of him as she walked. They jiggled endlessly. Over and over again they jiggled as the film looped and repeated for hours on end.
Bella walked, and Bella's breasts jiggled. Bella's breasts jiggled, and Bella walked. Bella walked and insanity jiggled. Bella's breasts jiggled and insanity walked abroad to fill the world where his rationality had been.
It was close. And, just in time, there was Bella's ass snapping him back into a world where something more than breasts existed, until that too took him to the brink of madness for more than a few hours. There she was again, and this time she was in the shower where a wetter mania threatened to drown his senses.
Now there was Bella, breasts, ass, shower, and the sequences of Bella were repeated. Time became meaningless, with the breaks when Edward was spoon-fed bland but nourishing food seeming to be days apart. He was too stupefied even to complain when his gag was briefly removed for this, sucking at the spoons as though he could somehow find release by taking every last trace of goodness from her. He has no idea how often he slept, but he know that when he did sleep it was only to dream of naked Bella. Edward knew why he was punish for ,because he tried earlier to call outside world and Bella catch him and now he have to suffer because he didn't obey the roles she set in her contract.
It went on for a three day before he revealed yet another facility of the impossible chair to which he was bound. He had assumed it was fixed to the floor, but now Bella removed the locks and wheeled him up a ramp into the living room. He was left facing mirror, without his headset. He stared in horror, he had been very weak and completely unable to remember who he was, seeing himself for the first time in over three days instead of only the repeating images of naked Bella in every position. It was as if he has suddenly woken from a nightmare. He was unsure even now whether his memory of those days was of actual events or whether much of it was no more than a series of dreams and hallucinations. Perhaps it had been real. Perhaps the drink with the strange taste had given him the strength he needed, for he could not remember eating or drinking anything else. And yet it seemed impossible even had he been completely fit and healthy that he could have managed to sits on that chair for three days.
Silently Bella turned and left the living room. Edward tested the twisted strips of bark that bound his wrists and ankles, but he already knew that he would not be able to break them or to undo the knots.
He had no idea why she was like this sinful person and why his punishment wasn't over, yet
It was only the last few hours that he could remember clearly and without any doubt about whether he was fully conscious. He knew without any possibility he was hallucinating that the moment he was able to move around unaided and to leave his chair. Bella prevented him doing just that.
In the last three days there had always been Bella in that room. She never said a word. Again and again he asked her why she is doing this to him, and again and again he asked Bella where she has put his clothes or at least to give him something to cover himself because he was cold at night. She stared at him, impassive and silent. He remembered that Bella had brought him the drink with the strange taste that helped him to both recover and to maintain his arousal when otherwise it would have been impossible.
Now Bella bound him. He would have fought her this time enough is enough, as she twisted the rope-like fibres around his wrists and ankles, knotting them tightly and fastening them securely to the bamboo stakes driven deep into the hard ground that formed the floor inside his room. He knew it would have been pointless and that Bella would prove to be far too strong for him, just as he knew that he could neither break the fibres nor undo the knots.
Bella returned, as naked as he was. Not since those first days had he seen her naked, and now he was certain that the events of those days were neither dreams nor hallucinations. He did not understand why,
Since then, Bella didn't touch him sexually when he had been the object of her almost constant sexual attention for as long as he was unable to understand nor respond properly. It made no sense, why Bella hates men so much.
Edward felt himself respond to her nakedness. She watched his instinctive salute to her, gazing impassively as his hardness rose and throbbed. She made no move towards him, nor stepped away. Apparently emotionless she does nothing but watch, standing on the corner of his bedroom. She waited.
It may have been hours. It certainly felt as though it was hours. His frustration mounted, until he moaned softly and strained against his bonds. Still Bella remained motionless.
The first time Edward had seen Bella naked, and there was something about her nakedness that was more, far more, than nakedness alone. She was more beautiful that any women he ever look at. She was nude, bare, exposed and magnificent in her total exposure to his eyes. He felt that he should look away, as if seeing her like this was an immoral crime for which there could be no justification or excuse.
She stood astride him, astride his face. He could not look away even if he had wanted to. Without touching him, without saying a word or making the slightest movement, she held his eyes fixed on her magnificence.
He felt it flow through him, although still she had not moved or touched him. It rose in him, and at the same time he saw it rising in her. It was as if he was watching her as she fuck him, and experiencing the same physical sensations as if she was doing it at that moment instead of standing above him without touching him.
It was impossible, and yet it was happening. It was not in his mind, the sensations were too real. She started to squirm and writhe from side to side. He saw her scream. He saw her body scream in climax for no sound came from her, and as she shuddered so he too came to his climax, violent and muscle wrenching that would have thrown him from the bed in spasm after spasm if he had not been tied securely.
Panting and perspiring she stepped away from him, swinging one leg in a wide circle over him to clear his body without touching him.
Bella cleaned him. Everything was ready and waiting. The water felt cool against his sweating body, and her hands were soft and soothing. She dried him with soft animal skins and caressed him, caringly not sensually.
Tenderly, Bella wrapped his cock in a little sack of cured animal hide criss-crossed with thin filaments of the same fibrous bark that bound his wrists and ankles. The filaments were long, coming together into a twisted cord that hung down loosely and was wound around a long stick on the floor placed between two spoked wheels. She left him, and once again he was alone in his bedroom.
After one hour, Bella entered. Naked, she wasted no time in standing and staring. Strong and powerful, she gripped his face between her thighs and thrust herself onto him. Edward felt himself crushed, smothered, almost suffocated as she rocked herself and pressed down onto him in a frenzy of physical pleasure. Her climax took her within seconds, shaking her in a shuddering explosion of convulsive muscle spasms and wet, sweaty, screaming self-satisfaction.
For a long time, much longer than she had taken to reach that peak of pleasure, she sat and recovered herself. This was worse, for now he could not breathe at all and as his body screamed at him to find air and he strained helplessly against his bonds he came close to losing consciousness before she did move and leave him.
She bent down as she left. She reached for the long stick on the floor attached to the filaments leading to the little sack around his genitals. She freed it from the spokes of the two wheels and twisted it a little, just enough so that it fitted between the next gap in the spokes on each wheel.
He felt the movement, slight but noticeable, in the sack that held him so comfortably and securely. It was a little less loose, a little less slack, and a little less comfortable.
She left.
There was a commotion outside. It was the first time there had been any noise that he could remember from outside of his bedroom since he had been here. He heard the sound of raised voices maybe it is Jessica, maybe she knows I am prisoner in this room Edward thoughts to himself, arguing he was sure but he could not make out what they were saying.
A woman burst into the bedroom, a white woman, fully clothed oh it is Jessica. He was happy to see her.
"Edward! thank God you're here." He tried to sit up, forgetting for a moment the knotted ties on his wrists and ankles.
"Untie me, quickly." He whispered slowly.
"I thought you might be here." Jessica approached him slowly.
"Well get me out of here. If you knew I was here why didn't you come sooner? You have no idea..."
"I have," she interrupted him. "You know. I was the one to give you food in basement Bella is still mad at you .I've been with her for years. I know how she treats men. I know exactly what has been happening to you."
"Untie me," Edward said urgently, "Before Bella comes back."
She shook her head. "If I untied you," she told him quietly, "Neither of us would get out of here alive, but there's no rush. She won't come in two hours. I have managed to agree that much with her to see you how you doing and I have to go, now. she has camera in this room and she is watching, please don't frustrate her be like the one she wants you to be." Jessica whispered in his ear.
"I'm sorry, I have to go."
The last memory Edward has from Bella was, when Bella pressed down onto him with a small moan. He looked up at her helplessly, but her brown eyes were closed and her head was back. She shifted her position, covering his mouth and nose completely. He opened his mouth to tell her he could not breathe, but no sound came out from under her firm flesh that now formed an airtight seal over him.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she started to rock herself backward and forward, trying to make it last, trying not to allow the pleasure of his face under her to arouse her too rapidly.
She did not see the terror in his green eyes, nor see them glaze over and dim as he rapidly lost consciousness...
His bed was soft and comfortable. There was just the faintest smell of her in it, a pleasant, Bella smell that was both soothing and exciting.
The night was warm. Edward pushed the soft duvet down to his waist, enjoying the cooler night air from the open window. If he had been at home he would have thrown it from him completely, but here in someone else's house and someone else's bed he felt the need to keep himself at least partially covered. There was always the possibility that Jessica would come into the room to wake him in the morning if he overslept, and he was anxious to avoid any embarrassment.
He awoke suddenly. Something had disturbed him, although he had no idea what is was. The room was completely dark.
"I know," Bella whispered. "I know just what we need."
And then Edward knew he have to act like toy boy for her. He didn't want to feel her disappointment. He learned his lesson after his punishment two days ago.
Bella slid back to sit on his chest.
She leaned forward, her small, firm breasts brushing across his face as she felt underneath the pillows and took something from under there. He kissed her breasts, then took one nipple between his lips and sucked, oblivious to whatever she was doing with her hands at the head of the bed.
"Put your arms above your head," Bella whispered in his ear, nibbling his earlobe and licking with the very tip of her tongue.
He did it without even asking why.
"Okay" he said as soon as he realised she was tying his wrists with the nightdress she had twisted into a cord and looped around the bed frame.
"Quiet, pretty boy," she scolded him softly. "This will be perfect."
When she descended onto him again he was unable to avoid her. Her thighs gripped the sides of his head and his face was pressed deeply between her legs. For many seconds he was completely without air as she pushed and rocked on top of him.
"Kiss me there," Bella demanded. "Lick me. Suck me. Oh yes!"
She shuddered. The wetness dripped from her, rolled down the sides of his face and onto the pillow. Again and again her body quivered, gasping, moaning softly, her muscles squeezing first with her conscious effort to satisfy the deep need within her, and then in uncontrolled spasms of sheer ecstasy as climax after climax went through her.
Edward had no idea how long it continued. It might have been for hours. She seemed insatiable, but finally she stooped and fell, exhausted and panting, onto the bed by his side.
Edward waited until her breathing had settled to its normal rhythm.
"Untie me," he said. "I'm hot."
"Can't you really free your hands on your own?" Bella asked in surprise.
He tried. "No, I really can't," he told her.
Bella pulled the duvet from the bed and threw it on the floor. "You'll cool down now," she told him.
She switched the light on and stared down at him.
"I like your body," she commented as though she had not heard him. "I might do that again. I really enjoyed it."
"OK, but untie me now," he said.
Bella shook her head. "Don't be silly," she said firmly. "Your punishment is not over yet, maybe I want to come to sit on you and play with you more, so you'll just have to stay like that until I'm ready. I'll see you later."
With that, she switched off the light and left the room. He struggled frantically, but it was no good. It was impossible to free himself, and the harder he struggled the tighter the twisted material around his wrists became.
He would have to wait until Bella came to free him...
Two days after Edward punishment, As Bella settled down onto him he felt as though he would be crushed. Her thick thighs squeezed around his head, pressing together like firm pillows with a life of their own and a determination to swallow him up into them.
He tried to move his head, but it was impossible. Her thighs had a vice-like grip on him, and now she moved forward to press his face exactly where she wanted it. Her flesh invaded his mouth and nostrils, blocking his breathing.
"Lick," commanded Bella.
Edward pressed his tongue into her, hoping she would relax enough for him to be able to breathe at least a little. Seconds passed and she did not move.
He tried to tell her that she was suffocating him, that he was rapidly going to lose consciousness underneath her. His words did not reach her, muffled and silenced below and into her.
His chest ached with the need for air, and his thoughts were becoming disjointed when finally she moved her position a little. There was a popping noise in his ears as her damp, sticky flesh released its grip on him, and he gasped at the fresh air that flooded onto him.
Still Bella did not release him fully. She remained pressed over his mouth and partially over his nose. Breathing was difficult, a real struggle to suck the air from the tiny gaps between her flesh and his face, but at least he could now breathe.
"Lick me properly," she ordered. "Make the effort, or I'll smother you again."
"You are smothering me, bitch" Edward muttered.
Bella must have heard him, although the sound was still muffled into her. She laughed wildly.
"Silly boy," she said. "This isn't smothering, this is smothering."
As Bella spoke she lifted herself a little, moved forward and came down onto him with some force. She covered his face completely under her. As bad as it had been before, this was far worse. He felt as though his whole head had been taken into her, and that now her flesh was not only on top of him but on all sides and was sucking at him to absorb him totally into it.
Bella remained completely motionless for nearly a minute.
When he regained consciousness he was still in total darkness and her weight was still on him, although not cutting off his breathing. He felt an acute pain in his groin.
"What's going on?" Edward muttered.
"I'm going to film a little CBT," said Bella sharply.
"What's CBT?" Edward thought he already knew.
"Cock and ball torture, of course. I could enjoy this. A bit of pain down there will be really good for you, and you thoroughly deserve it after the way you treated me," she told him.
"But that was days ago," he protested, "And you weren't exactly an angel yourself, you torchers me for three days."
"Let me go," he moaned.
"Really?" Bella laughed.
"Do you think this is quite the right time to be telling me it was not your fault to call police? I don't think you want to make me angry, now do you?", is it easy to take my money and leave me , you sign the paper you agreed with this plan. So take it, pretty boys"
He felt the pain in his groin intensify.
"Aagh. What are you doing?"
"A little device I invented," Bella told him. "I've tightened it round your cock and balls so it can't come off, and I'm just turning up the power a bit. As you can probably feel, it has lots of little rotating brushes, and the higher I turn the remote control, the faster they go. Good, isn't it?"
"Take it off!" Edward squealed as she turned the controls higher.
"Don't make too much noise," she warned, "Or i have to use ball gag on you, again. I can't stand screaming men. Don't worry. I'll take it off before you start to bleed too much. I should think that will be in an hour or so if I don't turn the power up too high."
As the pain quickly became worse, Edward could no longer keep quiet. He yelled. Immediately Bella slid forward, covering his face completely under her. He noise was silenced, and once again he was unable to breathe.
She kept where she was for about half a minute, and then slowly lifted herself. He yelled again, and she descended onto him.
"Oh dear," said Bella
"It looks as though you are a slow learner. Never mind. I have all afternoon and evening for this. I ought to make the most of this, pretty boy. It's not often i have such a suitable victim for the filming."
She turned up the remote control a little more, checking through the viewfinder of her camera that she was getting a nice clear picture...