Jenna Ortega Bondage Novels & Stories

We're on a balcony high up on the side of a hotel, outside the room where the ropes and cuffs are still in place. We have just provided a girl with her first-ever bondage experience, giving her multiple orgasms while she was restrained on the bed. She left a few minutes ago, but the woman and I haven't come yet, and we're both still incredibly aroused. She has just taken off her camisole and is wearing only a skimpy red thong soaked with her juices. Her tight black curls are blowing in the evening breeze, and her nearly naked body is shivering almost imperceptibly in the chilly air.

But my body knew better. The doctor continued, his voice firm but gentle. "Roberto needs to mark you, Jenna. It's the only way to ease the passion and complete the bond." I felt a shiver run down my spine as I thought about Roberto's teeth sinking into my skin. It was a primal, intimate act, one that I both feared and desired. As I lay on the examination table, I knew that I had no choice. I had to surrender to the bond, to let Roberto claim me as his own. The alternative was unthinkable - a life of suffering, trapped in this cycle of passion and pain.

Ten -Jenna- I woke up with a bandage wrapped around my neck. I looked down and saw skin so I knew I was my normal self. I'm on some ones bed, and by the smell of it, it's Alcander. I roll my eyes and I try to roll off the bed but he strapped me down. Are you fuckin serious. I feel my fangs coming out and my claws and I try to cut the straps but he walks in. "Don't Jenna." He walks towards me and quickly unstrap me. "Now you know better."

"Well, he's a dirtbag. I used him, back in the day, to start my club, and I've been trying to buy out his half, but he keeps turning me down. His wife is something else, and she has dibs on one of the balconies. She likes the ladies, one in particular, but that dancer recently quit, so who knows who she'll cling to next. It's always someone. She's a total nutball." "I'll be honest. I've been assigned a case that may put your business partner in the lead of some pretty nasty stuff." Jenna rolled her eyes and nodded. "Not shocking, believe me." "When you were with Ryan, did he have a thing for bondage?" "Yeah, he loved being tied up and playing the sub, but he loved being in charge more. Lord

Jenna wailed, another orgasm ripping through her untouched. “Not yet,” he snarled, slapping her face lightly. “You come when I say.” He mounted the bench behind her, slamming his cock into her clamped pussy in one thrust. The stretch was unbearable, plug in ass, cock splitting cunt, clamps tugging. He fucked her like a machine, hips pistoning, one hand yanking the chain to torture her nipples, the other remote-cranking the plug to high. “Fuuuuck! Master, gonna come! Please!” Jenna thrashed in restraints, drool pooling beneath her.

“Go on, put the damn G-string and bra on. Or should I wear them on you myself?” Vito said cold and calm, like a man giving instructions to a servant, not the trembling girl standing naked before him. Ortensia froze, her arms crossed over her chest, one hand angled low, desperately trying to hide whatever dignity she had left. Her cheeks burned, and knees weak like glass. She couldn't believe she was standing naked in front of Vito, stripped of everything. And now he wanted her to wear that black scrap of lace, as if she were dressing for his hunger.

She stopped resisting me. I knew it. Now that I'd discovered her secret, she had no choice but to submit to me. Otherwise, there was no way this curvy, alluring woman in my arms would be this compliant. Heat surged through me as I prepared to take things further… Suddenly, someone called from outside. "Hello, Jenna? Are you in there? I want to buy a pack of cigarettes. It's me, Bobby!" Hearing that, Ms. Johnston was visibly startled. Her face turned pale. She used all her strength to push me away and break free from my arms.

I trusted Dillon had her locked up tight but I was taking no chances with my Luna. Kat gasped as she took in the sight before her. Jenna hung from her wrists by silver chains, her toes barely touching the ground. Her clothes barely covered her body, tattered and torn from the lashes she received as part of her sentence. The flesh at her wrists hung from gaping wounds caused by the silver cuffs she wore. Most of her other wounds had healed but she would never again see the light of day. A wolf willing to oppose an Alpha could never be trusted. “Wh-, what is she doing here?” Jenna croaked, her throat dry from the small ration of water she received.

With how ruthless he was being, the trembling Jenna quickly wailed, “P-please, Young Master Burton…! You can’t do this to me! L-look, if you free me, then I’ll be your slave for the rest of my life! H-how’s that?!” Kicking her aside, Zivon scoffed, “Fuck off. Nathan! What are you waiting for?!” Nodding in response, Nathan quickly ordered one of his men to hold onto Jenna, while another stuffed her mouth with a rag. All Jenna could do was release muffled screams of agony as they began poking all her fingers with needles! The pain was unbearable, yet no matter how much she struggled, she simply couldn’t budge an inch! In the end, she passed out in just five minutes…

Melissa stopped and looked at Alex, and then at John. "She's... punished..." She asked. "This slave is finishing a bondage training session; It has a few minutes left. It will be explained to you when you are collared," Alex explained. "How do you do, Carmen?" John asked the impaled slave. The pole was her only bondage. Her hands were free. But while looking at her crotch is was possible to see that the pole ended as a dildo. She couldn't escape the pole because wearing the heeled shoe she was not able to lift her enough to remove the dildo from where it was buried. Melissa also understood her straight position. She wanted to keep her balance.