A game too far

A game too far….

Sayuna steps out of the warm glow of the steamy bathroom, her lithe but damp hair and body wrapped in soft towels as she turns down the lights of the bedroom apartment. Settling on top of her quilt, feet up in the air, she eagerly turns on her laptop, looking forward to a bit of escapism fun after a hard week at graduate school.

Slender fingers lightly tap across the keyboard, as she logins in her avatar, Mira Cheng. Her scandalously clad avatar appears on screen as Sayuna’s face is illuminated in front of the white glow from her laptop.Sayuna smiles as a suggestive message form an online friendfor a naughty roleplay pops up on the game’s window.

Thor grumbles and rubs his crotch with a scowl, the memory of a rather nasty injury coming back to him "Cheeky minx. I wonder if you'll keep up the attitude when your haughty rich girl pulls her Mercedes into my isolated gas station late at night. Or when your underappreciated analyst girl gets invited up to the executive boardroom for a special assignment."

Sayunasmiles, recalling last week’s steamy virtual encounter that lasted till early Sunday morning. She looks up at her bedside clock, and thinks why not, the night is still early, might as well play along… then tapping away at the keyboard she takes the bait and starts roleplaying.

Mira Cheng leans forward in her seat, as the high beams of her car illuminate the inky dark country road. She grumble, "darn GPS, what on earth does syntax error mean?!?" as she impetuously puts her heeled foot down on the accelerator, hoping to get to the end of this god forsaken country road on to the main highway.

Sayuna smiles in anticipation as she sends her entry off with a deliberate tap of the enter key. Then unravels the towel around her head, letting her locks of damp hair cascade down for drying.

Thor frowns and his hands ball into fists in the pockets of his coveralls as he watches the trio of college girls squeal off into the night in a spray of gravel. These educated girls never gave him the time of day, and he was used to that but it still gnawed at him, the way they assumed he was stupid and tried to take advantage of him, flouncing around the gas station in their halter tops and asking for discounts on wine. He pushes open the door to the service bay and glances at the metal door that leads to the stairs, musing that one of these days one of them was going to push him too far.

Sayuna, stops patting her damp hair with the towel and reaches to her bedside table for a brush, alternating betweenuntangling her hair and typing her spoilt princess story out.

Mira Cheng reaches up to start viciously jabbing at her recalcitrant GPS on the dashboard while keeping her foot down. Knowing she should actually stop to do this, but used to having her every whim fulfilled back in the orient, her temper got the better as she continued to curse under her breath while driving. Meanwhile the monotonous dark road continued to unfold before her speeding sports car.

Thor pushes open the smaller metal door and peers down the dimly lit stairway. The muscles in his jaw twitch and he considers going down to work on his projects for a little while, probably nobody was going to show up at the station now anyway, given the lateness of the hour and the isolation of the country road. He likes to work with his hands, and creating bulky menacing designs with wood and leather calmed him, of course he'd never use any of the things he'd built, this was just a way of releasing tension. Of which there was a lot since his last girlfriend broke up with him, saying her parents didn't approve. With a nod he turns toward the front of the station to check one last time before heading down.

Sayuna, pauses mid stroke of untangling her long hair, setting aside the brush as with a surge of excited anticipation she lets her roleplay avatar fall into a dangerous predicament.

Mira Cheng gave up on the GPS, concentrating on fuming over the argument that caused her to storm out of the party and just drive off into the night. She was reliving the moment her palm left a hot stinging slap on the bastard's cheek, when the road began to curve to the right, she jerked back out of her dreaming to pull the wheel as she felt the back of the car start to slide. Gravel flew up from the wheels as the car veered off the road causing a platter of hail roaring through the car's interior.  An involuntary scream escapes Mira's throat as she hears the terrifying bangs of tires bursting as the car finally grinds to a halt.

Mira Cheng steps out of her car in her skimpy party outfit, her leather boots crunch the gravel underfoot. Looking at her car, all tires blown, then around into the pitch black of the surrounding night her anger quickly sets back over the panic as she yells out an expletive and gives the side of her car a kick. Fishing out her phone she curses again, "where the hell am I? I can't believe there's no reception out here!" She looks ahead where the headlights illuminate more of the countryside, and the road curving back into view....

Mira Cheng winces at the grinding noise of the metal wheel rims screeching along the road. A gas station comes into the glow of the headlights and Mira breathes a sigh of relief followed by a curse, "oh, about time there's some civilization, what a stupid country this is!" thinking that nothing like this could ever happen in her chauffeured life back in Asia. Her crippled car crawls into the station, gouging ugly grooves along the road. The car's tortured whining is turned off as she steps out surveying the expensive mess. Sighing she mutters, "This redneck hillbilly station better take cards".

Sayuna picks up her brush again after a flurry of furious typing. “There my Thor, I’m in your hands now”. 

Thorpauses at the head of the stairs, catching a glimpse of a heavy leather-covered wooden frame in the dank basement, and he drifts into a momentary reverie, his eyes focused on the middle distance. His thoughts turn to that website he found, the one with the pictures of girls tied and tormented in fascinating, intricate ways, things being done to them that he never could have imagined. There was one girl who often came into the station, a snotty bitch full of superior attitude, always on her cellphone, never even saying hello to him, and he's often imagined putting her into some of the postures he's seen on the website, oh yes, she'd look good like that... Then he hears a horrible squealing noise from outside and rushes out the front door of the station.

Thor  squints into the pitch blackness of the night, his eyes focusing on a shower of sparks coming closer along the road, and then a fancy-looking car heaves into view, the noise from the bare rims screeching over the pavement shrill in the quiet of the country evening. He folds his arms and frowns in disapproval, he always hated it when people didn't care properly for their cars, and this one was clearly of a fine make, probably an engineering marvel, and it shouldn't be treated like trash. Shaking his head slowly, he ambles toward the street, muttering: "I hope this guy has a good excuse for driving on the rims! And he'd better not need any fancy parts..."

Mira Cheng looks around catching sight of a man observing the spectacle in disapproval. Mira automatically reaches down to pull at the hem of her short dress, wishing she had the foresight to retrieve her coat on the way out of the party. Annoyed of her self-consciousness in front of some uneducated country bumpkin, she flicks strands of her long hair back and briskly walks over to him, the suede lined soles of her boots muffling the crunch of gravel. In contrast to her oriental physique a clear voice in the Queen's English rang out "Excuse me mister, I take it you work here?" before any chance for a response, she gestures behind to her wounded sports car, "I've unfortunately ran into a spot of trouble as you can see and will be requiring goodness knows what to get my car going again". Unconsciously tugging at the hem of her dress again, "I would be most grateful if you can start work immediately, I assure you cost will not be an issue. When do you think you can fix my car by?",half expecting a team of mechanics to swarm over her car and get working.

Thor musters a half-smile, still trying to absorb the exotic lissome apparition before him, and for some reason his southern accent is more pronounced than usual as he starts to circle the car, saying: "Weeeeelll now, ma'am, Ah cain't be rightly certain, but it looks lahk yew gonna need four new tires, shore as Jesus done hung on th' cross. Whyn't you pull her on intath' service bay?" He looks up and notices her tugging on the hem of her rather small dress which barely reaches below the round swell of her ass. This action undermines somewhat the confidence she's trying to project, and he continues with a bit more assurance: "Tell you what, I ain't even sure we got tires that gonna fit. Where you learn t' drive, ma'am? You know you shoulda stopped when them tires blew out."

Mira Cheng blinks as she struggles to comprehend what this redneck American is drawling about, but assumes the tone is that of a typical tradesmen haggle. Sighing inwardly and wanting to get the haggling over and done with, she crisply interjects "Listen mister, even I can see the car is in bad shape" deliberately slowing her articulation down for the simpleton, "I just need your help to get it running again, it doesn't need to be perfect, just some tires of similar size so I can get going". She leans down into the low driver's seat causing her dress to ride high exposing her lacy brief.

Mira Cheng's hand momentarily pauses as her face blushes, then continues to the trunk lever, popping open the car's front cargo compartment. Standing back up a little too quickly, Mira puffs out a sharp breath as her voice peals out again, "there! I am sure there is already one spare tire in the front, I shall only require another three", stepping back curtly from the upward swinging car door, "So do you think you can have the car up and running again in an hour?", then smiles and waves her hand dismissively at his last question, "I am not as silly as you may think mister, there is no cell phone reception out here, I certainly could not just wait by that pitch black road", indicating with her soft open palm to the driver's seat, "please it’s all yours".

Sayuna, smiles in the glow of her laptop screen, unable to resist being coy with whoever is behind Thor. She slides off the bed, letting the towel around her body slip off as she pulls out a fresh pair of cotton briefs and pajamas. Settling back on to her quilt covered bed, she devours the latest installment…

Thor folds his arms again and when he hears the woman speak again, her voice fairly dripping with condescension, his body tenses and a tiny muscle twitches near his eye, an involuntary reaction which could look like a wink. The Brits were famous for looking down at Americans, weren't they? Not that he'd ever met one, of course, but that's what he's heard. Internally he tells himself to calm down, she's just a little frightened, that's all, and since he's basically a friendly guy he just crouches down and peers at the tires: "Ah understand, ma'am, but yew got yerself some P-80s on this lil baby, and Ah'm not sure we got them in th' shop."

Thorstraightens up just in time to see the woman bend into the car, the muscles in her long creamy thighs tightening, her hips rocking backward, her pert behind poking momentarily out from under her dress. When he catches a glimpse of a frilly undergarment his eyes lose focus for an instant, remembering a series of pictures on that website which featured a small Asian girl tied in complicated devious ways, her breasts squeezed between tightly cinched cords. Shaking his head to clear it, he closes the storage compartment and tries to dial down his accent, saying: "I kin count, ma'am, and we gonna get along best if you jest let me do mah job, OK? But I got to ask you to drive the car over t' the station, it's a liability thing."

Mira Cheng cocks her head to the side, concentrating on what the squatting man was mumbling about her car and rolls her eyes exasperated as she notices him winking at her.  Her foot starts tapping on the dusty gravel as she impatiently watches the man slowly circle her car and was almost about to pipe up on how long the damned repairs would take when she smiles, "Ah America, the litigious society extends even out here, and ahead of cell phone coverage.." she adds dryly. Mira pauses, half expecting the man to extend her his arm, then noticing his dirty clothes swings herself down into the driver's seat.  The deep hum of the engines is soon replaced by the squealing of the tire rims as the car screeches its way to the station. Turning off the engine again, she swings the door up. "There mister, now how long before I can be off again?"

Thor isn't quite sure what 'litigious' means but he's sure it's some sort of arch insult leveled at his country, and he feels the muscle in his cheek twitch once more as the elegant lady curls herself into the sports car and drives it up to the service bay, rims howling on the pavement. Following her toward the station, he notices that his hands are clenched tightly in the pockets of his fatigues, it must be her manner that's making him tense, he could sense her supercilious impatience and he really, really needed to relax. His smile is strained as he pulls up the service bay door and gestures inside, trying again to minimize his accent: "Thankee, ma'am, I do appreciate it. Now I'm gonna show you what we got here, so you understand the problem. The tires, they over in this direction."

Mira Cheng looks around the tidy yet dilapidated station, and steps out gingerly trying to avoid stepping on the grease patches. Stopping as she can't find a clean spot to step on, Mira calls out after the man, "Mister, I don't need to see the details, goodness I probably couldn't tell the difference between front or rear tires!", calling out louder, "Mister, I really can’t be stuck out here for that long!”, she taps her chin with an immaculately manicured finger trying to calm her rising temper. Then she looks up and asks rhetorically, “May I use your phone please. I shall have my assistant organize some kind of emergency replacement car”. Mira then reaches back into the low car, this time bending her knees so as not to expose her briefs as her dress rides up again. She stands back up, dainty flip phone open as she brings up her assistant's number.

Thorwalks deeper into the service area, beckoning for the woman to follow him. He calls out: "Seriously, ma'am, I just want you t' see what we got here, you need some P-80s, them real wide sporty tires, and all's we got is up to P-70, so they ain'tgonna fit, y'see? Just come -- " He stops when he sees her mincing daintily in her heels on the shop floor, unable to avoid noticing again how shapely her legs are. He sighs in exasperation, ambling toward the filling station office and saying: "Fine, ma'am, that's just fine. Right this way." Under his breath he mutters: "Anything t' get rid of yer stuck up bitch ass."

Mira Cheng nods while taking a wide berth around the greasy floor, "Thank you, I appreciate the help given the late hour and all", she absently says, still frowning at her out of reception cell phone. Glancing up as she nears the office, she visibly relaxes as the prospects of being stuck in this backwater hovel for the night diminishes.

Thor frowns as the woman picks her way across the shop floor, acting as if it were gross or pestilent, when in fact he goes to great lengths to keep the area clean. He starts toward the door to the shop, the muscle in his cheek jumping again, and pushes it open with a creak: "Sure thing, ma'am, we do aim to please. We don't get too many of your type in here, you understand."

Mira Cheng steps into the office, trying to mask her distaste at the tired and worn walls. Ignoring his jibe Mira indicates to the phone, "May I?" as she brings up a number on her cell phone, glossy French manicured nail pressing on the phone's buttons.

Thor moves behind the desk and shoves a battered old phone that could be 50 years old across its surface, shoving a stack of old order forms, bills, and potato chip bags onto the floor as he does so. The woman's evident dislike of her surroundings, her fine clothing and makeup, everything about her shouts that she doesn't belong here, and his blood starts to rush in his ears. His hand under the desk moves as if of its own volition and grasps the phone's cord, silently unplugging it from the jack, and something wolfish appears in his smile: "Shore, honey, go right ahead. And I didn't mean nothing... It's just English people are kinda rare in these parts."

Mira Cheng pauses looking at the derelict excuse of a phone, picking up the receiver with as much minimal skin contact possible. Her eyes then widen incredulously as she hears no tone. “You cannot be serious, what kind of a place has no working phone connection!”, Mira snaps as her shoulders tense up under the satin inner lining of her dress, crisply gesticulating “that is simply unacceptable....", she pauses, making an effort to soften her voice, "please, there must have some way to communicate, email? fax?”, her honeyed voice trails off as hand unconsciously shakes as she replaces the receiver, horrified at the prospect of having to stay the night at this hovel.

Thor moves around from behind the desk, trying to keep his face a mask of concern and consternation but something's going on inside him, there's something about being in an enclosed space with her, and his voice sounds a bit odd as he says: "Naw... come on, jest jiggle the cradle, lady, it done worked earlier today!" He moves closer to her, holding his hands out for the phone, and his nostrils as he catches a whiff of her perfume which is very nice, complex and floral and redolent of places he's never been and probably never will. His throat is oddly dry as he swallows and his eyes stray to her torso, hugged tight by the shimmering silk of her dress.

Mira Cheng closes her eyes for a moment, unable to believe how ridiculous the situation is becoming. She gazes the country hill billy up and down frowning distastefully at the prospect of spending the night here, but holds her sharp retort not wanting to aggravate this man. Mira notices the look on his face on many a man before and gets ready should he try something stupid. Taking a deep breath, she lets the pent up air expel slowly through her porcelain nose preparing for the worst, but hoping she can rationalize with him, “No matter, would you be kind enough to drive me to the nearest hotel?”, returns to her soft voice, "I totally understand it is very late, and I certainly won't take your services for granted", spreading her bare arms and eyes misting up in appeal, "more than happy to reimburse you for a little trip".

Thor listens to the woman speak, her voice rising and falling and it's quite clear she's holding back, trying very hard not to snap at him. His breath hisses through his nose and tension is building up inside him, it's like something's going to snap, and why did she have to be such a bitch about it? Straightening up, he barely hears her last words and he grits his teeth, she's just like all the others, the ones who laugh at him and dismiss him, and his voice is a low rumble in his chest as he says: "You think this is about money? You think you can just buy whatever you want, don't you? I can tell you don't like me... why don't you just say it?"

Thor swallows hard and steps slowly toward the girl, the muscles in his jaw clenched tight, and for a moment he teeters on a precipice, poised on a knife's edge between calm sanity and swirling redhot rage. His eyes travel up her body, watching her curves shift sensually under the elegant silk of her dress, and lust and indignation boil through him, he's just about to lunge for her when his gaze reaches her face, and he pauses. Her alabaster skin glows and glistens with the faintest sheen of sweat and apprehension shows in her eyes and then he realizes she's not like the others, she's not some breezy superficial college slut, she's actually trying to be nice, and he pulls back, rocking on his heels, hands drooping to his sides.

Thormurmurs: "Lady... Ah'd take you if Ah could, but Ah ain't got no car, an' the nearest motel's 15 mile. You gonnahafta stay here, you could set up in the basem..." He catches himself and his eyes dart from side to side: "Wait. No. There's a lil bedroom, it ain't much but it's clean." With a rueful smile, he looks up at her. "An' th' door locks from th' inside, dontcha worry y'self none."

Sayuna squeals in delight, oh the absolute tease. She glances at her bedside clock and notices its past 2am. Agonizing about whether to continue playing a fun session or calling it a night, she returns back to the computer to type out just a little more…

Mira Cheng releases a slow exhale of pent up tension. Her petite frame now shaking with relief as she sees the dramatic change in the man as their eyes meet. "Mister, you really had me worried there", smiling with giddy relief, "look, I am really sorry, I certainly have been very impolite. I have had a harrowing night, but I do realize that is no excuse". Extending a soft immaculate hand, "Apologies, I think we've started off on the wrong foot, I'm Mira Cheng". Careful not to set off the frustrated man, she blushes, meekly softens her voice, playing embarrassed and innocent. "I totally understand if you need to wait till the morning to start repairs, though if there's any chance for the car to get fixed earlier I would be very grateful." Then noticing his gaze roaming over her scantily clad body, she gestures to her outfit, "and... please don't take this the wrong way, it’s not how I usually dress".

Thor looks up at the woman, his eyes dark and shaded by his eyebrows, and he takes her hand, which fits neatly into his much larger callused paw. The simple human contact is good, it makes her more real to him, more of an individual and not a symbol of the disrespect and maltreatment he's endured in the past, and that helps because although he's felt this way before he's never come so close to a sudden eruption from which there would be no turning back. Giving her hand a gentle squeeze, he smiles hesitantly and answers, his Southern accent returning: "Ah do believe you right, ma'am, we did get off all wrong, and Ah done made some assumptions bout you which I shouldna. Mahpologies too, anmah name's Thor."

Thor feels her hand inside his and it's nice, soft but firm and warm, and he can't quite keep his eyes away from the way her dress hugs her lissome curves like a second skin but he's more subtle about it now. Then he releases her hand and continues: "Ah'mgonna take anotha look at your car, ma'am, jest t' see if we ain't got nothin that'll fit them wheels. But I expect we gonnahafta wait tilmornin. Meanwhile, make y'self at home, they's some coffee in th' pot though it might not be what you're used to." Moving off, he pauses and gestures vaguely toward the back of the station: "Th' bedroom's back there, in case y' get tired. An' Ah must say, Ah rather like th' dress." With a friendly but mischievous smile he disappears into the service area.

Mira Cheng half expected a grime covered sweaty hand to grip her, but was pleasantly surprised by the firm yet friendly handshake. She sensed the strength behind his large grip as her petite hand disappeared, enveloped by a mass of meat, muscle, and sinew, and she was relieved the unimaginable didn’t break out just minutes before. Mira still noticed his gaze following the contours of her pose, and continued to play her friendly smile. She thought better to give this Forrest Gump some bare skin to appreciate than have him go off the edge again.

Mira Cheng coquettishly blushed at his compliment, "Why thank you, Thor, its always nice to be appreciated", she murmured flirtatiously and hoped she didn't go too far in over playing her ploy. Toning down the honey in her voice, she casually started talking as she looked around, "Thanks for taking a look at this late hour. So, Thor, what do you do out here apart from manning the station and helping damsels in distress?". Mira only paid scant attention to his muffled replies, sashaying over to the coffee. "Uh huh... I see", she replied to keep the conversation going. Sniffing the pot, Mira decided to pour a cup, instant, but better than nothing.

Mira Cheng wrapping her slender fingers around the cup with a bored look, she continues to walk deeper into Thor's abode, "Have you traveled around here? Any points of interest I should try to see tomorrow?". Gosh, what a dull existence Mira thinks to herself as she looks around the man's tired living space. The hollow echo of Mira's boots beat a steady tattoo as she walks past an open doorway. Glancing in briefly expecting it to be some storage room, her gaze is pulled along the stairs down into what appeared to be a basement. She pauses, head turning back for a second look. Could that be what I think it is, as she bends down to get a better angle on the contraption below. I don't believe it.... as she quickly looks back, noticing he's stopped talking and just the sound of mechanical tinkering rattling out of the service area.

Mira Cheng's heart starts to flutter and race in her silk covered chest. Looking back again to make sure Thor was still busy in the service area, a deeply buried curiosity urged her down the steps to take a closer look. Descending quietly on her toes, flashes of forbidden memories surface, the times she secreted erotica into her school dorm, the wetness of her sex even before she guided her hand down underneath the bed covers. She had been so careful to ensure no one knew of her dark fantasies, starving her darkest desires for fear of discovery, and now, here in this unknown backwater, an apparition from her wildest dreams has materialized.

Mira Cheng's tense shoulders relax a little as she sees a workbench along with a half completed device. She realizes Thor makes these devilishly devious contraptions - and that he's not some crazed serial torturer, or so she hoped not. Looking up the stairs and still hearing the faint clangs and bangs, she turns back to the heavy frame in front of her. Slightly trembling fingers reach out to touch the solid wood. She wonders if anyone has been shackled to this thing... a shiver of sensual anticipation runs up her spine. This is crazy, I better get back up, but hand still glued to the surface of the wooden beam.

Sayuna sighs as she makes the last post. Aware now at the wetness between her legs as she plays out her fantasy online.

Thorstarts pawing through a large box of car parts, making clanking sounds and actually making an effort to find some way to get her car back on the road. He calls out: "You're welcome, Miss Mira! We don't get ladies o' your type round here real often, with them pretty clothes an' all. Now, y'see, there's a difference between wheels an' tires, an' I gots plenty o' tires, but they ain'tgonna fit y' wheels..." His voice trails off and he notices a pleasant lilt to her voice, a kind of amused playfulness, and was she actually flirting with him? He moves back to the door to hear her more clearly, her voice sensually caressing the vowels of her words and she could order a ham sandwich and sound like a queen.

Thorstands at the half-closed door examining a brake caliper, and he hears the clack of her bootheels on the floor, a remembered vision of Mira's delicate lacy panties flashing through his mind as he answers: "Oh, the station keeps me pretty busy, but I also like t' work with mah hands. I'm kind of a builder, makin' things." The caliper clinks in his hands and he's just about to push the door open when he catches a glimpse of her form through a crack in the doorframe and he realizes he's left the basement unlocked and she's heading for the stairs. His eyes snap open wide and a confused mix of emotions swirls through him, part of him wants to stop her but part of him wants her to descend, to go down the stairs into the darkness, and he follows quietly, his heart hammering against his ribs, as he sees her slender form disappear down the stairwell. He pauses at the doorway leading down to his basement.

Mira Cheng's free hand unconsciously reaches down to her sex as her other hand moves along the unyielding solid block of wood to the chain attachments, a faint gasp of surprise as she can already feel the musky moisture. Shaking her flustered head, she murmurs, I need to get a grip, as she reluctantly pulls her mesmerized gaze away from the heavy rack.

Mira Cheng stands still pondering, growing sexual ache in her loins. Her slender fingers preoccupy itself by touching the heavy wooden frame. What to do, oh what to do. Here's my chance to live out my fantasies, out here in the seclusion of a backwater none in her society would know of. Her hands move down the curves of her calves, playing with the small zips at the top of her boots then pulls down the zipper, slowly freeing her smooth aching feet from the leather grip.  But with that mechanic? Though admittedly his strong yet brutish arms were now a turn on given the shared secret. She slips her naked feet out of her boots.

Mira Cheng's lithe body turns to see Thor silhouettedat the top of the stairs. Her fingers lightly trail away from the bondage frame as she breathes in a lustfulbreath. She quitely observes Thor, seeing the mechanic in a different light, as an artist who's crafted raw senusal erotica into a tangible, heart pounding, bondage frame. Imagining the muscles on his arms rippling as his calloused hands rub down the wooden beam. In a purr surprisingly husky, Mira, calls out, "That's quite a project you have here. What could have inspired you to create such... ahhh devices?".

Thor flicks on the basement light, then steps down the stairs, walking up steadily to the wooden frame of his latest project, a low bench sized perfectly for a small supple form to straddle or be bent over. He runs his hands over the smooth wood of the legs, up to the padded leather covering, and then he picks up a heavy metal eyelet, something which a rope or chainlink could attach to, preparing to screw it into the wood of the bench's legs. His heart pounds as he comes closeto her slim but curvaceous form.

Thor smiles slowly, his breathing deep and rhythmic as he looks herup and down, it's like a dream, she's here voluntarily, he's dreamed of something like this but never thought it would really happen. The soft murmur of her voice caresses his ears and he sets the eyelet down, folding thick forearms across his chest, and he answers: "So interested in woodworking?" He turns and lays his hand on a heavily built wooden cross, smiling at her: "I've always had a fascination with these... I think they have a sort of sensuality, the heavy strength of the forms, wouldn't you agree?"

Mira Cheng sashays over to the other side of the cross. Turning so her back is to Thor and the bench, she lets her arms spread out along the length of the bench, her firm yet supple buttocks leaning on to its unyielding surface. "I think I would most definitely agree, I have to apologize again for my behaviour before, little did I know out here that a station mechanic would be creating such deliciously fiendish designs". Taking a little hop so that she now sat on the middle of the padded bench and looking playfully behind her, "I'll have to make sure I don't judge people too quickly next time".

Mira Cheng lets her silky smooth bare legs dangle down. "Why don't you continue working to finish this, I can sit here and watch", she purred. She smiles, as her voice comes out coated in pure sexual energy, pleased she's back to her old confident self despite her heart pounding in excitement and trepidation at playing with dangerous fire. "I hope I won't be distracting you? I would so love to see the finished product", she flashes a smile and wink at Thor's stunned look.

Thor's nostrils flare as she saunters around his workshop and toys with the devices, her hands running lightly over the nearly finished bench. When she nears him her delicate scent drifts over him again and without her boots she's quite small, a perfectly formed sensual flower, and he can hardly believe that she's here, right here. He swallows hard when she hops up onto the bench, the creamy skin of her legs exposed, and he would be nervous and apprehensive but for something growing inside him, something warm and powerful and it's not rage or anger, but instead a sort of hunger which has lain dormant for ages but is now awakening.

Thorlistens to her voice which is husky, flirtatious even, and he murmurs: "Well, it helps to have a hobby, and some of these are my own designs. I hope they're expressive... what do they say to you, Mira?" Turning so that he can keep her in sight, he picks up the eyebolt again and gives it a tap with a hammer and starts to twist it, burying the screw end into the wood of the bench. It's hard work and he grunts, using a lot of force to turn the screw, and he looks up at her again, the hunger starting to show in his eyes: "Of course you can watch... and in fact, you could help if you're willing."

Mira Cheng's breathing quickens as she sees Thor's arms strain as he forces the bolt into the solid wood. Throwing all her usual caution aside, just this once she wants to indulge, and what a perfect opportunity, to live out her fantasies without fear of discovery. She can already feel moisture building up inside her sex, and shifting her position slightly she breaks the seal of her lips by mashing the petals of her flower against the bench's leather. A barely audible moan of desire escapes her half open lips, "ooooh... how could I possibly help? I don't know the first thing about carpentry".

Mira Cheng shifts her position again, bringing one long slender leg up an over the bench so that she straddles the beam while she watches Thor crouched working on the legs. "So tell me Thor, do you often use these devices? Just by yourself all out here?". Mira now bends down so she's lying down, her head just inches away from Thor, the petals of her moist sex sliding along, leaving a smear of her own musky scent. "Is that why you make them so solid and strong? to hold that muscle bound body of yours?", her eyes  laugh in mischief.

Thor's forearms grip the eyebolt tight as he turns it into the wood, and once it's nestled tightly against the leg of the bench he sits back, wiping droplets of sweat from his forehead. He watches Mira move along the bench and his heart hammers against his ribs when she straddles it, her hips rocking in that sensual grinding motion that has mesmerized men since time began, and was she actually rubbing herself against the leather pad? His Southern accent is nearly gone and he speaks with the fluency of a person discussing their greatest passion. "I must say I don't actually use them... they're more like works of art to me, forms that speak to something deep in the human soul. Deep in my soul, anyway. But it's hard to get the proportions right, the sizing and coordination of the parts, and that's where you can help, Mira." He narrows his eyes and reaches behind him, fumbling in a drawer and pulling out a set of thick leather cuffs, lined with soft material on the inside and fitted with heavy buckles and rings. He narrows his eyes and drops the cuffs onto the bench just in front of her: "Unless I'm quite wrong, you have an... attraction to these forms as well. There's something you need to explore here. I think we can help each other. Now put those on."

Sayuna, giggles, deciding to put a bit of a twist to this game of cat and mouse. “I shan’t be such easy prey my Thor”.

Mira Cheng's heart skips a beat and eyes twinkle in delight as she sees herself living out a long repressed fantasy. Her eyes devour the sight of erotic cuffs thrown down and Thor's masculine sweating body. Voice all soft and innocent, "Gosh, you want me to model for your bondage bench?", smiling, "why I'm very honored.... but I can't imagine what you'd do to me when I'm all tied up and helpless... I mean, I barely know you...".

Mira Cheng lowers her eyes suggestively, "but if you could say... restrain yourself, I'd would then dare to cuff myself to this bench here. That way, you get to see whether the proportions are right, and I don't have to worry about being taken advantage of while I'm helpless...".Mira, swings a stretched out leg back, as if dismounting off a horse and ambles bare foot around the room looking at his other finished pieces. "Here", pointing to a pair of steel cuffs hanging from a high beam. If your wrists are cuffed here, I'll feel safe, and you'll still be close enough to the bench to see if I'm cuffed appropriately", winking mischievously, "I'll even struggle for you to test if the cuffs will hold me".

Thorshoves his hands into his pockets and his eyes track the girl closely as she slinks sylphlike around the dim basement, the contrast very striking between her slight curvy form and the heavy strength of the wood, metal, and leather forms. He raises an eyebrow as she speaks and chuckles, shaking his head slowly: "Ah, you're a cheeky one, aren't you? Is this how you normally get your way, by wheedling and manipulating? Well, it won't work on me, little flower. These devices aren't made for me, and those cuffs won't even fit my wrists. No... this is about trust, Mira. Either you trust me or you don't. If not, you're welcome to walk up those stairs and everything will be as before. But if you do, if you make that leap of faith, then..." He nods at the leather cuffs piled on the bench.

Mira Cheng pouts, as her fingers wistfully leaves the metal shackles behind. Playfully she responds, "its an awful amount of trust that you're asking of me Thor...", fingers betraying her light tone as they nervously play with the hem of her dress. Mira looks Thor straight in the eyes as her caution and nervousness gets the better of her, "as much as I'd love to try these devices, I really want some good faith from you that I won't be taken advantage of..." reluctantly turning and heavily ascending the stairs.

Mira Cheng feints disinterest, but prays reverently that he'd change his mind... come on, how can you let me walk away like this, surely you can't be afraid of being tied up by a woman.... just give me any excuse to turn back, any... as she takes a last look back over her trembling shoulder from the stairs.

Sayuna, rubs her hands together, oblivious of the time passing away. “Come on Thor, play along and I’ll make it worth your time”, as she squirms in bed, panties quite damp now from hours of fantasizing.

Thorspreads his hands as the girl shuffles across the room toward the stairs. In an offhand tone he says: "It is a lot of trust, yes, and maybe you're not ready to commit in that way. I can see you're someone who likes to be in control of her life, so it must be rather frightening to contemplate giving up that control. But consider, Mira, that you're out here with me in a darkened filling station, not another person for miles. If I were going to touch you against your will, I'd have done so already." Shrugging, he turns back to the workbench, thinking he may have misjudged her needs.

Mira Cheng laughs, ignoring Thor's tough talk. "Thor dear, how often do you get a scantily clad woman throwing herself to be helplessly strapped to one of your magnificent works?". Crossing her legs mid-way up the stairs to enhance a hour glass curve, "Think about what you'll be missing out on... me, bound tight and struggling.... ", letting the image sink in, "and all you have to do is slap on a pair of little cuffs so I can wantonly drape myself on that bench without having to worry about what happens when you stop thinking with your head and your manhood takes the driver's seat".

Mira Cheng decides to play her trump card, and reaches up behind to the top of her dress. Pulling down the tiny zip, she eases her slender shoulders out of her dress, letting the silk fabric slide sensuously down her smooth unblemished skin. Dress pooled around her bare feet, she stands straight, knowing exactly how her exotic oriental curves would look to the man. "So what will it be Thor? Do you still want me to walk up these stairs?", eyes crinkling in playful jest.

Thor raises an eyebrow sardonically as the girl mounts the stairs, his attention still focused on the work area. He takes out the last eyebolt and begins to screw it into another leg of the bench, a bit of frustration emerging in the force with which he turns the bolt, and he chuckles: "Mira, I know you think I'm a country bumpkin, but do you seriously think this is gonna work? I've seen pretty girls before, and there's no way I'm going to -- " His voice stops in mid-sentence as he lifts his eyes to the stairwell just in time to see her wriggle out of the slinky dress, the fabric catching just for a second on her breasts and then on her hips as it settles to the floor.

Thor swallows in a throat suddenly dry and sure, he's seen pretty girls before, but this... this is something else entirely. The dim light plays off of Mira's creamy skin, creating enticing shadows in the curves and hollows of her hips, her breasts, all of her sensual curves. His cock responds immediately, thickening in his jeans, and right then he knows he has to have her, whatever it takes. He leans back against the workbench and in one motion peels off his t-shirt, using the fabric to wipe sweat from his brow, and tosses the shirt to the ground, revealing an athletic, tattooed torso. Then he nods at her, saying: "You do drive a hard bargain, Miss Mira. I bet you're pretty used to getting your way, aren't you?" Reluctantly, never taking his eyes off of the girl's supple form, he moves toward the cuffs hanging from the ceiling.

Mira Cheng smiles in triumphant delight. Sensually stalking back down like a jungle cat on the prowl, she cajoles, "Thor, you won't regret this... put your wrists in those cuffs and I promise you a heavenly experience you've never tasted before". Mira smiles as the metal locks clasps shut on Thor's thick wrists, taking the heavy brass key out, she dangles it in front of Thor's face and drops it on to the floor. "Now before I cuff myself to that bench, let me put you into the right mood".

Mira Cheng's eyes twinkle with delighted mischief as she locks her gaze on to Thor's masculine face, her nimble fingers unbuttons the front of Thor's pants, then lowering herself slowly by squatting down, she pulls down his pants to his ankles, her head right in front of Thor's bulging manhood as she looks slaking in the slight of his tattooed muscular body strung up in metal shackles. Hooking her fingers on to his cotton boxers with both hands, she pulls down, with a bit of difficulty shaking loose his thick stiff rod. Leaning forward so that her soft rapid breaths caress across the length of Thor's veined shaft, she looks back up, "Thor, just as I'm going to be bound helpless, lusting for release, I'd like you to have some empathy and know what it feels like so your next piece can be a true master piece".

Thor's hands work against one another as he watches the girl sashay toward him, her hips protected only by the thin veil of her panties swaying sensually as she walks, and it's all he can do not to reach out and grab her right then. But he plays along, his eyes dusky as she closes the cuffs around his wrists, rumbling: "You like to play games, don't you, little girl? Dangerous games?" He rests some of his weight on the cuffs and when the beam creaks he's pretty sure he'll be able to tug free if he really wants to. A hungry smile creases his face when she lowers herself in front of him and his cock strains against his jeans, springing out thick and heavy only centimeters from her lips when she pulls down his boxers.

Mira Cheng brings her soft moisturized hands to Thor's rock hard penis, covering the entire length of his manhood with whisper light caresses. Mira bends her head down, her aroused sex already wet and leaking damp musk on to her black laced panties. She lets her breaths tease the underbelly of his cock as her hands continue their intricate dance, teasing throbs and jumps from their stationary partner. Breathing hard now as a warm ache starts to grow deep inside her love canal, she throws herself wantonly, discarding all inhibitions for a once in a life time opportunity.

Mira Cheng kisses one testicle, then another. As she trails a manicured fingernail from the base of his penis all the way to the head, she licks and nibbles the back of his scrotum. A petite hand grips the base of his shaft and starts a rhythmic pumping, while Mira starts to leave long fast licks on his erection. Her other hand tickles the wet skin behind his scrotum then she starts to feel his cock throb and jerk more rapidly, bringing her open mouth over the head of his enlarged penis, tasting his salty pre-cum.

Mira Cheng feels the man close to bursting and pulls away. Standing up, breathing hard, saliva smeared over her chin, Mira smiles in the sheer wanton freedom. She stands in front of Thor only in her panties, a light sheen of perspiration glistening on her body as she puts her index finger on to his lips. "hush.... I'll be back", then quickly walks away, only tearing her hungry gaze away as she started jogging up the stairs.

Thor rumbles something incoherent, thrusting his hips forward, the muscles in his stomach tightening, as the girl teases him with delicate fingers. His breath hisses through his nose and his rod throbs when she licks him and all he wants to do is bury his fat meat between those soft pink lips. He watches her silky onyx hair brush her shoulders as she finally engulfs him in the hot tunnel of her mouth and he growls: "I've had enough, you little cocktease, it's time for you to take what I've got to give you!" With that he lurches hard against the cuffs, his body heaving and arms wrenching on the metal, and the beam creaks but it does not give, and he roars his frustration as Mira stands up, her chin painted with drool, and as she scampers out of the basement she's the sexiest and most infuriating thing he's ever seen in all his years on God's earth.

Mira Cheng quickly looks around thankful it’s so isolated here as she opens her car door practically naked, rummaging quickly, she dashes back down into the basement, making sure to first turn off the lights and lock the doors of the garage and basement. Panting from the exertion, she steps giddily back to Thor, tearing open the foil wrapper and extracting a lubricated condom out. As she roughly rolls the condom on to Thor's still erect penis, hoarsely whispering, "I've changed my mind, when you manage to break free I want you to ravage my body and fuck it harder than you've ever fucked in your life". Hands trembling at what she's just invited a stranger to do to her, she kneels down on to the floor, taking the heavy shackle key and jamming it between his toes.

Mira Cheng pulls out the legs of his pants and ties the fabric together, "for both our sake, don't drop that key", tugging hard to ensure his pants ties his ankles together and covers the foot with the key, "there... that should slow you down....  enough to get bestially hungry by the time you unlock yourself". With that, she spins around, legs together, as she bends from the waist, hands pulling down her wet panties. She pauses as she's about to throw them aside and comes back close to Thor. Smearing her musky scent across his face, nose, and mouth, she taunts in her snobbiest accent, "come get me if you can".

Mira Cheng's entire body shivers from the pent up anticipation. Her slender legs are taut, barely supporting her weight on her tip toes as the thick leather cuffs grip her ankles as tightly as steel. Breathing hard and sharp from her nose, she threads a chain tightly though the eyelet on the collar, clipping it off to the bench. She can see Thor struggling behind her as her head is forced down between her outstretched legs. Mira slowly brings her cuffed wrists up behind inching to reach the length of chain threaded through the back of her collar. She locks one end to a wrist cuff and wincing in pain she locks in the other, forcing her arms into a reverse prayer. Gasping from the tight strenuous position, she taunts, "what's the matter Thor? Not man enough to take a helpless woman?". Mira gulps hoping she didn't go too far, but she no longer cared, she wanted it, and wanted it bad.

Thoris still bucking against the cuffs when she saunters back into the room and he glowers at her from under his eyebrows, his eyes filled with a mixture of fascination and rage and lust. He calms down as she places the key between his toes and ties his pants legs together, and there's something fearsome in his voice as he says quietly: "I'm starting to understand you, Mira. You love these little games... balancing on a knife's edge, just a hair's breadth from danger." He inhales deeply when she brushes her moist panties across his face, snapping at them with his teeth, and his fuckpole thickens and hardens at the sight of her naked body wriggling into a bound position. When the locks click shut, he continues hoarsely: "But you may get more than you bargained for this time, you little slut. This isn't the first time you've locked yourself, is it, Mira?" His feet start to play experimentally with his pants legs, looking for a way to loosen them.

Mira Cheng breathes hard from lust and exertion, her vision is of a raging rape hungry hunk straining against the chains and shackles currently keeping him from ravaging her helpless body. Her face blushes red as she looks at Thor struggling both in fear and anticipation of what's to come, her silky midnight black hair brushing the basement floor as her head hangs upside down. Mira, tries to shift, trying to get more purchase for her toes as they strain to take some of the weight off her hips and stomach. Her arms cuffed behind her are next to useless, only reduced to clenching and unclenching her fists. She shudders at Thor's words, realizing she's unleashed the dark animal inside him.

Mira Cheng's legs stretched and splayed to either side of the bench's frame lewdly exposing her sex, highlighted by a strip of trimmed jet black public hair. She can only imagine how the folds of her sex are glistening in the basement light as she feels so much hot moisture gathering in her love canal. Straining again against the ankle cuffs, then collar, then the wrist cuffs pulled cruelly tight to the back of her collar, she pants out, "That's right Thor... I've hungered for this... for a long time.....  and here I am... all helpless, and you're just watching... like a boy too scared ", she tilts her hips up, further exposing her wet sex to Thor, "you're calling me a slut for doing this?" wriggling her buttocks for added effect, "well, I'm calling you a boy for not being man enough to take me... what are you going to do Thor? make some measurements to see if your contraption is in the right proportion?" she goads again.

Mira Cheng's mind is screaming for her to stop tormenting this man. Dangerous. But her senses are clouded by a dark primeval lust for raw hardcore deviant sex. She twists and turns this way and that but can't get any direct stimulation on her sex, and she cries out in frustration.

Thor's muscles flex in the cuffs and his hands open and close on thin air as images flare in his mind of what he'd like due to the gorgeous little nymph who is squirming on his bench only a few feet away. His steel hard cock jumps and twitches when she lifts her ass, the lips of her flower warm and slick and pulsing in the dim light, beckoning to some deep bestial part of him that wants nothing more than to plunge his shaft balls deep into that welcoming wriggle. He works with his toes on the crude bondage of his jeans and finds that he can grip one leg of the pants between his toes and pull, loosening the knot just slightly, and he tries to concentrate on this but her slithering body and constant prattle aren't making it easy.

Thorpulls on the knot, loosening it another millimeter, and her words ring in his ears, provoking him despite his efforts to remain calm. He watches her closely, her sweet little ass rising and falling on the bench, and he rumbles menacingly: "I certainly am calling you a slut, Mira, I think that's pretty clear. Just look at you trying to rub that little pussy against the bench -- having trouble? Well, don't worry. When I get out of this you'll get plenty of attention, you greedy little whore, but it may not be quite the attention you want. It'll be what I want, Mira. And what I want is for you to scream and howl in longing and unsatisfied need." The muscles in his thighs bunch and tighten as he tugs on the knot once more.

Mira Cheng's blissful pulling and tugging against the heavy leather restraints subsides as she hears his menacing threat, opening her eyes to see the bestial look in Thor's eyes, she realizes this is not going to go the way she wanted. There will be no orgasmic sexual relief, only unknown anguish at his furious anger. Mira's heart beats even faster, with real fear coursing through her naked sweating body. Her hands stop their play struggling, and seriously tries to reach for the locking clips holding the leather wrist cuffs high on her back. Mira stops her verbal taunting, okay, I've had my fun, I can get myself off anytime, but right now I better get out of here before he gets loose. Mira's sharp and hard breathing accompanies the attempts of her fingers to push open the steel clip, as she fights for her freedom. Maybe things are going according to her deep buried desires after all...

Thorsmiles in an evil, wolfish way as the girl's writhing fades, and he pulls on the knot with his toes again, it's coming more quickly now, he's almost there, and he redoubles his efforts as he sees her straining for the clips pinning her hands high on her back. A trickle of sweat works its way down over his temple and his voice is soft and low: "Ah... getting worried, honey? Wondering if you've taken this a little too far, gotten in a bit too deep? That sweat running over your back, it's lovely but it's nothing compared to how you'll suffer and sweat once I get my hands on your dirty little slut's body." With a triumphant grunt he gets the first part of the knot free.

Mira Cheng sees Thor starting to unravel the tied pants around his feet, and redoubles her efforts to unclip the chain off the wrist cuffs. The awkward reverse prayer position limits the mobility of her hands. Now just limited to small pushes with her delicate fingers, Mira mews and squeals as Thor's chilling words grows the panic seizing her chest. Her feet stretches further on its toes, trying to support more of her weight, her neck jerks in immobility as the collar gives no ground with the heavy chain treaded through the front. Her wriggling only causes sweat to trickle down her glistening torso, breasts swaying back and forth with each failed tug to break free.

Thorgrits his teeth and starts to work on the second part of the knot, and it's coming free more quickly now as the whole bundle starts to loosen. His smile becomes ravenous as the girl's breasts rock heavily, her struggles growing more frantic, and her frightened mewling’s are music to his ears. Breathing heavily from his exertions, he mutters: "Is that panic I see, Mira? Those chains are pretty tight, I'd say, and I don't think you're going to win this race. And watching you writhe there has given me ideas, girl. Before I was just going to fuck you, but now... now I've got other ideas as well." Finally, with a satisfied cry, he unties the knot and kicks his feet free of his pants, keeping the key gripped between the toes of one foot despite a growing cramp.

Mira Cheng lets out an involuntary scream as she sees Thor kick off his pants, key still gripped tightly between his toes. Eyes tearing up in pain and frustration as her trembling fingers grope ineffectually against the spring loaded clip. Mira's eyes widen in shock as through her grueling ordeal she feels the hot aching in the center of her sex peaking and releasing itself in a shuddering orgasm. Scream turns to lusty moan, as her body tenses into stillness, muscles straining against the unyielding leather cuffs. Squeezing her eyes shut in ecstasy, tears trickle down to her upside down hair. MIra lets out a shuddering breath, mind reeling at what just happened to her exhausted body.

Thorbegins to coil his body in order to bring the key up to his hands, but then the girl's shrill scream echoes off of the walls and he stops, the hungry smile still creasing his face. The image of her lithe form fastened tightly to the bench is emblazoned on his mind, tears painting her face, fingers scrabbling against her bonds, and then she tenses, muscles taut and straining against the chains, until she explodes. His cock had softened with the exertion of freeing his legs but now it stands to attention again thick and yearning and the beast inside him yowls with desire and his voice is a rasp: "What a boiling little volcano of lust you are, Mira! You cum at the very thought of what I'm going to do to you. I'm almost free, sugar bean, and when I am you'll cum again and again, for days, pleasure mixed with torment, until you're a gasping, drooling little slut who can no longer tell the difference."

Mira Cheng vaguely comprehends what Thor says, wrapped up in her own blissful release. As the sated lustful mist lifts from her eyes, her face breaks out into a happy grin. "Oh Thor, you are an absolute genius..." wincing as the waves of sensation from her orgasm recedes, bringing back the discomfort of her strained and stretched body, "I am happy to say this wicked horse of yours is perfectly proportioned!". Mira's smile disappears as she sees the look on Thor's face, "uh... Thor... I'm sorry about goading you before, I was just getting into the play you know..." apprehensive, yet knowing he'll have his way with her, Mira smiles at the thought of having this manly hunk take her, though not as feverishly as before with her irrational hunger tamed for now.

Thor's expression darkens as she speaks and he rumbles: "Play? This is a game to you, Mira? I shouldn't be surprised... I imagine you treat most of life as a game, and people as your playthings. But now it's time to turn the tables." He swings his body lightly, once, twice, and then his torso flexes, bending at the waist, pulling his legs upward and straight over his head. When the key nears his hand he plucks it from between his toes and brings his legs down again. He grins at Mira and with some awkwardness fits the key into the cuffs which spring open and release his wrists. Rolling his shoulders and rubbing his sore wrists, he ambles over to the bound girl, glowering at her, and his fingers toy with her tousled mane of glossy hair as he says: "No one's expecting you for the next several days, are they, Mira? What I have planned might take a while."

Mira Cheng watches half in apprehension and half in delight as Thor swings his muscular form up, and frees that body of hot hard meat from the steel shackles. Almost crying out for him to rush and take her there and then, her smile catches a twinge of worry as his words sink in. "umm, next several days? uhhh, Thor, we were just going to test this horse remember?", she loses sight of his face as he comes close, only able to see strong trunks of thigh and the condom enclosing his hard erect manhood as she arches her neck to look up.

Mira Cheng flinches as she feels his heavy hand mess with her hair damp with perspiration. "hey... ok, fair is fair, I did play around with you, and look, I am offering myself to you by putting that condom on you... so.. uhh, please be gentle with me?" Mira pleads meekly.

Thorpurses his lips thoughtfully and with both hands gathers Mira's silky dark tresses into a thick rope at the base of her skull which he grips tightly in one hand, pulling her head slowly but inexorably backward. Simultaneously he squats down in front of her, bouncing easily on strong thighs, and with his free hand he pulls the condom off of his half-erect shaft, dangling it in front of her eyes and musing: "Well, we won't be needing THAT! And oh yes, several days sounds about right to me. Do you know what I think, my little slut? I think you like having control, even when you're bound and helpless as you are now."Tossing the condom to one side, he tugs back on her hair even further and runs a fingertip down the exposed curve of her neck: "Yes... you figure you can tease me, provoke me, and when I break free I'll rush right over and fuck you within an inch of your life, in a carnal rage like a buck stud you've kept in your stable. And that's exactly what you want, isn't it, sweetheart?" As he speaks these words his fingers close around her throat and squeeze, feeling the vulnerable veins and tendons, and he whispers: "But I'm going to change the script, honey. You have provoked me all right, and now you're going to learn a new role in our little game, my little fucktoy."

Mira Cheng lets out a groan of protest as she feels her head being irresistibly pulled back, but opens her mouth wider in anticipation. Eyes frowning as his erection loses its force, she groans again when the condom is pulled off, which turns into a pleading whimper as finishes his sentence. This time, Mira bucks her body as if her life depended on it, but to no avail, her tight uncompromising position only allows her to wriggle. Mira winces in pain as she pulls too hard against her arms. Voice near tears, "Thor, I... I..thought that's what you wanted to have your fun with me tonight, I.. I.. put myself at your mercy strapping myself on to this thing... I trusted you!", searching to find rationality as she feels his meaty steel grip close on her bare exposed neck.

Mira Cheng eyes bulge in chocking alarm as the iron grip tightens, "..aoo.... ..ease...  .." her aching useless arms, strain weakly against the cruel reverse prayer, trembling fingers keep flicking the clip gate open, but her arms without the strength to unhook. " ..... assee....", tears freely flowing down her cheeks as her eyes beg for release. 

Thor's fingers keep their grip as the girl thrashes and looks deeply into her wide, bulging eyes and he nods his head slowly: "Yes... yes, you don't like that, do you? Not quite what you expected? I could snap this tender little neck like a twig... but I won't, at least not yet." He loosens his grasp on her throat but continues to hold onto her hair, and with his free hand he reaches over and opens a drawer in his workbench, fumbling in it and pulling out a handful of objects. A long strip of black cloth is one of the objects and he starts to loop it around her head to cover her eyes as he mutters: "And don't talk to me about trust, you little whore. You had your chance to trust me but you didn't, and now it's going to be much, much harder on you."

Mira Cheng sucks in the trickle of fresh air in desperation, terror churning in her stomach, oh my god, what have I unleashed! She looks in trepidation as he brings up the cloth to her eyes, blinding her to whatever torment he's toying her with. "wait.. wait.. please, I put that key where you could get it, it was only a game", her trembling voice rasps out. Crying into the terrifying blindfold, "I..I.. please, I was building you up to wild sensual passionate ... uh... sex... not.. not...". Her voice whisper weak with fear, "please! don't hurt me!". 

Thor keeps a firm hold on the girl's hair as he winds the cloth tightly over her eyes, doubling it before he knots it firmly behind her head. Then he releases her and stands back, folding his arms and she can hear him moving slowly, circling around her, bare feet padding quietly on the basement floor, gazing at his helpless prize. His voice comes from behind her: "Ah, I love the fear in your voice, Mira. And I know it was just a game to you. You're a real game-player, but this is serious. Now, I believe you'll like the blindfold... it heightens all the other senses." Very quietly he crouches down near her and then he brings his open hand down suddenly on the trembling roundness of her ass with a CRACK.

Mira Cheng's glistening body jumps more in surprise than pain. She cries out as the sudden movement pulls mercilessly on her strained arms, then whimpers as the hot stinging palm mark on her rump starts to burn. Shivering in fear, Mira blindly looks around, trying to sense what's going on, trying to anticipate and brace for the next serving of torment, yet strangely at the back of her mind, secretly anticipating for another reason altogether. A few days did he say? to use and abuse me, oh while I'm so hopelessly bound... Mira lets out a soft moan as deep in her sex an involuntary twinge responds to the filthy thought.

Thor's cock twitches in response when the girl thrashes on the horse, her svelte curves twisting in response to the smack on her bum. He slides the hand that just spanked her down into the roundness and finds the warm folds of her sex, his fingers playing casually through the soft lips until he locates her slit, and he presses two fingertips against the opening of her little hole, feeling the slick moistness lingering from her earlier orgasm. With his lips close to her ear, he whispers: "Your whimpering and moaning are music to my ears, Mira. There'll be a lot more of that, I predict, as my little cocktease gets exactly what she deserves. Not only will it take a long time, sugar, but I'll make sure to film our time together so I can remember it perfectly. And it would be selfish to keep you to myself, so I'll invite a couple of good friends over. You'll like my buddies, I'm sure." He starts to press two thick knuckly fingers into her from behind.

Mira Cheng's soft moan becomes more audible as his heavy hand roams her exposed sex, toying with the petals of her wet flower, threatening at the entrance of her love canal. It was gut wrenching fear mixed with dark erotic gratification. One part of her mind wanted to just abandon all sense and plunge into this torrid new reality. Then her heart skips a beat, "you..you're going to film this?", with a sinking feeling in her stomach, "no... you can't do that to me!" as he goes on to mention her wildest and most secret of fantasies. Pausing momentarily, torn between common sense and having a long deeply buried fantasy realized, Mira's fine voice stutters, "ah.. you..." her mind assaulted by wild thoughts and the teasing pressure sliding in between her sensitive slit, "you're calling friends over" she whispers incredulously.

Mira Cheng comes to her senses as another louder cry of pleasure slips past her sweat dripped lips. Trying to ignore the sexually decadent sensations of the mechanic's thick disgusting fingers forcing its way into her love canal, her voice cracks out, "wait, Thor, sir, please, I'll do anything for you... and your friends too! But please, don't film me like this, I'm begging you. Please, I'll do anything for you that you'll never get from any woman, please, think about it, a sexy beautiful woman willing to take you to never experienced ecstasies..." trying to let the tantalizing thought sink in, she pours the lust and honey on to her voice "all you have to do is just not film me, and I will make angelic love to you, you would have thought you're in heaven".     

Thorsinks his fingers into the helpless girl's warm tunnel just about half an inch, enough to feel the wet clench of her muscles. His other hand releases her hair and spreads her asscheeks wider, gripping the round orbs firmly, and he withdraws his fingers, sliding them up her moist slit to the little pearl of her clit. He murmurs: "I know you'll do anything, Mira, for me and my friends, and you'll do it on camera. Just think... this is your chance to be famous!" Fingertips grazing her sensitive nub, he slips them down her slit to her cunt and pushes inside again, deeper this time, his fingers muscular and hard. He laughs as the girl finishes speaking: "What makes you think I want an angel? No, I want a demon... I want a girl whose face is smeared with spit and tears and cum, whose gorgeous sweaty body trembles as she is violated again and again, whose eyes stare desperately into the camera as she cums..."

Mira Cheng voice struggles to maintain its strength, as involuntary moans punctuate her reasoning each time he violates her pleasure sanctum. But her groan upon hearing the humiliation this horrid man has in store for her was that from a realization she was going to be unbearably shamed. "You sick bastard!" finding a bit of growl creeping into her husky voice. "how... how.. how can you do this to me? its blackmail you're going to regret! You could have had me all to yourself, but you try and film me... I...." Mira catches herself, realizing infuriating the man won't be a good idea, as yet another soft moan escapes her slick throat. Damn, it how can this guy take me seriously if I'm moaning all over the place like a cheap whore. She closes her eyes against the blindfold, maybe she should just surrender herself to this fantasy, as she starts to savor all the sensations emanating from her simulated dripping sex.

Thorchuckles, shaking his head as the girl moans, and his two fingers keep working on her, sliding up her moist slit to her clit and then back, plunging deeper into her flower with each stroke. Once buried inside her warm tunnel he twists his fingers slowly, letting her feel each knuckle and ridge, and he murmurs: "Your protests ring hollow when you're groaning like a two-dollar slut, Mira. It's beautifully wet and tight in here, incredible given how many men must have entered this little hole and climaxed. Here, let me give you a taste." Pulling fingers slick with her honey out of her pussy, he throws one leg over the girl's body to straddle her. He claps his wet hand over the girl's lips and with the other he fits his stiff cock between the cheeks of her bum, the tip sliding through her petals as his fingers had done: "There, smell the scent of a dirty little whore, Mira, who just loves being bound and fucked by strange men. If only your friends, your family, your work colleagues knew what you really are."

Mira Cheng lets go of all pretentions as he coaxes out moan after moan of absolute bliss with each twist of his hand. Her breathing increases its pace, the sharp hiss of air inhaling through her upturned nose, almost silently begging for more. Mira yelps as she feels the weight of solid muscle slap across her hips. Almost fearing this was some punishment and that the pleasure would stop, she incredulously breaks out into a laugh as she feels his hot manhood slide along her slick aching sex. "Oh Thor, stop that yaping and... mmmpphhh" she opens her mouth to taste her musky liquid love. Her body tenses up, mind soaring from the assault on her senses, the prospect of this man raping her beyond comprehension, the stiff shaft sliding against her sex, the tough leather cuffs gripping her straining ankles, the weight of his flesh pinning her hips, as the organic taste of her vaginal juices smothering her face. All fear forgotten, only one deviant lustful thought seizing hold of her mind. Her arms and hands no longer responding, she can only hum her sexual excitement and greedily lick the sticky fingers covering her mouth.

Mira Cheng's lust laced voice muffled by his hand cries out, "amm, ann sink taatuugeoock into me!". She couldn't care less what her society thought of her. She had money, and didn't have to answer to anyone. She lets out a growl of impatience, if only this gay country hick would stop all the tough talking and just take her hot body as any hot blooded man would. She could feel the yearning ache build up again, and couldn't wait to have this stupid hunk take her.

Thor's fingers sink into the girl's mouth when she opens it, delving past her lips to explore the warm softness of her tongue, and as he does this his cockhead rubs against the nub of her clit for a moment and then slips back and down, gliding through the slick moisture until it reaches her slit. An animal growl rises in his throat as his meat starts to push inside, past the pulsing muscles at the opening, and his eyes drink in the sight of her body, the curve of her back and ass, the sound of her whimpering and moaning, and it's all he can do not to slam inside her with sudden force and take her like a beast.

Thor exercises all of his self-control and pauses, his thick shaft buried two inches inside the girl's lovebox, and his knees tremble as he holds it there. In a strained voice he rumbles: "Oh yes, that's what you want, isn't it, Mira? Even tied and helpless, you try to maintain control. I'm going to use every one of your greedy little holes, slut, but on my terms, not yours. What you want doesn't matter -- that's the first lesson. Now let's try something a little different." As he says this he pulls his fingers out of her mouth, taking a firm hold on her hair, and slowly withdraws his slick rock hard shaft from the girl's cunt. Using his other hand, he guides his dripping cockhead up to the tight little star of her anus and gradually starts to apply pressure.

Mira Cheng's soft tongue laps and licks as his thick fingers intrude into her mouth. She wickedly savors the dirtiness of it all, and moans in greedy triumph as she feels the girth of his rock hard manhood pushing into her. "Oh yes! aaaaah, take me now you tease!", she screams like a harlot as he pulls out his fingers. She grunts softly as her head is pulled back, and her whole body stiffens as she senses where his shaft of meat is being directed to. "oh! come on" her strained voice manages to plead, "you have a hot wet vagina to bury that cock of yours and you're taking me like a gay man!".

Mira Cheng clenches her anus tight, wincing as he relentlessly forces himself against her shut entrance. "Thor what are you doing" she pleads again, "take me like a real man!".Mira cries out at the pressure intensifies and a sharp pain sears along the muscles straining to keep the monstrosity out. Panting hard and whimpering now, she begs again, "Thor..... please.... don't... take... me.. like... this....". Mira screws her face up in pain as she focuses her whole body to tense up her anus, fighting his marauding penis every inch of the way.

Thoradjusts his hips, pulling back just a bit and then pressing forward again, feeling her resistance and smiling as the lubrication from the girl's pussy helps his thick shaft in its gradual assault on her ass. Sweat breaks out on his brow and he keeps working on her, pulling out halfway only to plunge back into her, slightly deeper with each stroke, and he says hoarsely: "You just don't get it, do you, little whore? I'll take you any way I want. From now on, you're a life support system for three hot little holes and a pair of tits, and I'll use you as I please. And you know what else? You talk too fucking much." One hand still tugging her head backward by her hair, he reaches around with the other and claps a heavy palm over her mouth.

Mira Cheng strains painfully against the ripping sensation brutalizing her rear. A muffled piercing scream of shock and frustration fills the basement as Mira can only tense her bound body in response to the merciless raping. Her arms and hands useless from cut circulation refuse to respond to her desperate struggling to make the searing pain stop. Herstretched out legs, already on its tip toes pull helplessly against the leather cuffs. Mira's eyes are wide in pain and confusion, staring blindly into the black cloth. What is happening?! The sadistic bastard is tormenting me out of sheer spite! Mira screams again for mercy into the man's meaty palm, regret at giving him the key, "..eeaseooopp!!".

Mira Cheng screams silently, face contorted as she feels the massive cock burst past her surrendering muscles. Desperately losing control from searing pain she's never before endured, her body glistens as all over her naked body, a drenching sweat breaks out. Tears of agony trail down her face, expensive cosmetics running alongside the rivulets of tears. Gasping for breath, a survival reflex by her body  begging for any relief, Mira's mind is overwhelmed by the horrid sensation of an iron freight train plunging into her bowels. She cries again in pained relief at the pause, muscles tensing and spasming at the lingering pain, body shuddering with the slight dulling of the pain as her senses gets used to the fire burning around her rear entrance, and the horrid fullness as his giant cock fills her up to the hilt.

Thor rips of her blindfold, revealing his video camera surprise for her as he buries his shaft deep inside her.

Mira Cheng's vision swims and focuses in and out... but unmistakably, there it is, the blinking camera capturing her humiliating sodomy. Despite her bravado, she break out into a fresh round of sobs, body bucking as each cry rushes out of her throat. Wincing at the pain with each movement, she starts babbling, "please, please, I'll do anything you want, just please stop..." trying her best to look away from the camera she continues pleading, "Thor... please I was just having innocent fun with you, please stop, I'll do anything you say! please!".

Thor's fat meat pulses inside the girl, and the sight of her lithe form slick with sweat makes him rockhard with desire. Keeping his hips pressed tightly against the feminine swell of her ass, he moves slowly, not withdrawing but letting his cock twist and rock deep inside her, as he says: "Good girl, I love to hear you beg. You'll be doing more of that before we're done, believe me. Can you feel the thickness, the fullness inside you, Mira? That's me, taking possession of this little whore's ass... and now we go to the next stage."

Thorstretches his fingers toward the workbench and is just barely able to grab a long, flexible, powerful-looking vibrator. With his other hand he grasps the girl's hipbone and heaves upward with a grunt, sliding the head of the vibrator underneath her hips, trapping the device between her sex and the bench. This done, he takes hold of the girl's hair again, twisting the silky strands in his fingers until they form a velvet rope, and as he pulls backward he growls: "Show that messy little face to the camera, Mira. I want to capture every expression..." A switch clicks as he turns on the vibrator and simultaneously moves his hips, slowly starting to fuck her tight little bum.

Mira Cheng grimaces in humiliation and pain as her tear stained face is forced to look into the camera. Her fine porcelain features cruelly twisted into a mask of agony and shame. She grunts, body strung out helplessly to counter his whims on her glistening lithe form. She feels an object planted right under her clitoris, slick from her previous orgasm, and now awash with her sweat from struggling against the pain. Impaled upon his shaft, Mira can do nothing but hope whatever it is won't be too painful. Looking defeated into the camera, she can only open her eyes to the camera as a gut wrenching movement spreads to the tearing pain at her anus. Before her mind can register the pain, an irresistible bolt of overwhelming stimulation bursts on her clitoris causing her in breath for a scream of pain to turn into a crying exhale of confused shock.

Mira Cheng seesaws between eye rolling sexual overstimulation and tear bursting torturous pain ripping through her anus fight for her mind's attention, Mira can only scream like a wild jungle cat caught in some brutal and primeval trap. Her puffy eyes wide in disbelief at the sensory overload, her lips curled back, mouth stretched wide open to let out scream after scream of unbearable pleasure and pain. She could barely distinguish the flood of sensations emanating from between her outstretched legs. The sudden wetness splashing down her thighs, either from yet another orgasm or horrid blood from the raping cock. She couldn't tell, she didn't care, all Mira could consciously do was scream incoherently.

Thorkeeps the girl's tear-streaked face pointing toward the camera as his hips slowly grind and rock, plunging his thick meat into her ass. His nostrils flare as she writhes sinuously underneath him, her body all golden curves gleaming with sweat, the hot tunnel of her bum clamped around him. Leaving the vibrator thrumming underneath her sex, he cracks a heavy palm into the round swell of her buttcheek and growls hoarsely: "You feel that, you filthy little whore? You're going to cum for me, again and again, until the pleasure feels like pain and you dread each new wave building up inside you, cresting and breaking, as you lose all control over your most basic functions, reduced to the greedy little animal deep within."

Thor's back suddenly arches and he thrusts fully inside the girl just as she cums, her moisture surging out and soaking his balls. The muscles inside her clench and he feels himself losing control and he ROARS like a wild beast, burying his cock again and again into her, hot primal jets of seed spurting out as the orgasm ripples through his body. At the last moment he grips the base of his cock and pulls out of her, jumping off of the bench and moving to the front where he tugs her head back again and releases the last few gobbets of sticky cream onto her face where it mixes with her tears and smeared makeup. Rubbing his cockhead over her cheeks, he murmurs: "There... that's a pretty girl."

Sayuna, blinks at the pre-dawn light streaming through her bedroom window. She types out of character, oh my god, is almost morning, we’ve been playing for hours!”.Sayuna gasps as the response on her laptop. So, you’re on the west coast as well huh? That was a damn sexy roleplay and I’m getting so hard its hurting. Dare to meet in real life and play this out?

Sayuna now very aware at how wet her sex is, and so wrapped up in the story, impulsively typed in… yes