Novel & Cerita Straitjacket Story

Pussy exposed, dripping, clenching around nothing. Jax grabs the satin scarf from the dresser, the one Marcus bought me for our anniversary that I’ve never worn, and ties my wrists together behind my back. The knots are tight and practiced. He loops the ends through the headboard slats and pulls until my shoulders stretch and my back arches deeper, pushing my ass higher.

Carla~ The backseat of the van rattled beneath me, its metal joints groaning with every bump on the road. My head hung low, chin almost touching my chest, my arms bound tight inside the suffocating hold of a straitjacket. The fabric dug into my shoulders, restraining not just my limbs but whatever fight I had left inside me. I didn't resist. Not anymore. My eyes stayed fixed on the filthy floor of the vehicle as my lips moved silently, forming words I could no longer hear. Prayers, maybe...or apologies. Maybe even nonsense, I wasn’t sure anymore.

"Please do not do this!" They started strapping me down. Try started with my wrist. I pulled against the restraints. But they were too tight. The leather cut into my skin. It hurt badly. Then they strapped down my ankles. I could not move my legs. I tried to kick but the straps held firmly. Finally, they put a strap across my chest. Pinning me down completely. I was trapped. Unable to move. Unable to escape. "Please," I begged. Tears streamed down my face. "Please do not hurt my baby."

The strap around her neck is pulled down hard, forcing her to double over, and she realizes that he means to secure her in a precarious bent-over position. Janet heaves with her stomach churning, trying to straighten, but she feels the man's body weight on the strap, pulling her head further and further towards her ankles. She screams again, but it comes out as a muffled gasp. The strap in her mouth is leather, maybe a belt, and she bites hard into the unyielding surface as she watches rough hands weave the other end of her neck strap between her ankles. The man steps back. She can hear him breathing heavily at the exertion of keeping her under control. "What a pretty sight. You know what co

And I probably had cause my vision was blurry and so were my thoughts. My hamstrings strained while he pressed me down into the bed, his large palm flat against my back, holding me in place. Then, with a rough jerk, he fisted the fabric of my sweater, yanking me upright until my back was flush against his chest. That’s when I realized he was naked—I hadn’t even noticed when he’d stripped off his clothes. My arms were stretched taut, the tie around my wrists digging into my skin as it strained against the head post, holding me imprisoned.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was for us to get pregnant? “You bitch. My baby is dead, so you can die too!” He strangled me to death with his bare hands. After that, he was sent to prison. Only after I died did I find out that Shane and Dulcie had been sleeping together all along. With me dead and Wallace out of the picture, the two of them shamelessly moved in together. The sharp pain in my hand snapped me fully awake. I immediately walked over to the older woman across from me. She was standing in the aisle, making things difficult for the train attendant.

A strait jacket as I try to stand up, I get pulled down by several faces holding me down. Then, a muzzle is being placed on my face, not without me biting the fingers of the person holding me down clean off. And I spit the finger back at the person. Not in a moment of distraction, I hear. “Papa they are hurting him. He's mine, is he not? Don't let them hurt him.” Then the muzzle is buckled behind my face. Then I black out for a few minutes whimpering at the loss of something dear to me. When I come back choking , tongue scraping against my teeth and comes away mettalic.

He was essentially paralyzed in this beginning stage of the shift. Discarding the syringes, I reached into the bag again and removed a crude set of pliers. The stranger fought against my hold as I grabbed his hand, prying his fingers out of the fist he tried to hold. I gripped the claw of his index finger between the metal teeth of the pliers. Applying pressure, I squeezed until the nail was firmly secured within my grip. The scum wriggled against his restraints. The persistent pain of the partial shift already feeding into his fear. “You will talk,” Jaden said casually from behind me. “They all do.”

The two women had formed a strong bond and become a little family and now she promised to do all she could to help Maria. Paolo did not care about what Maria had suffered, the first thing he did when he returned for his son's second birthday was command them to lock up the children so he could have his ‘fun’ as he put it. When the Nanny had done what he asked the two women stood before him trembling with fear, they both knew what was coming. ‘Striscia.’ [Strip]’ He said sitting in his favourite Louis XV antique armchair, he crossed one leg over the other his obese tummy spilling over his knees but that did not stop his perverted lust. When the two women were naked his eyes raked over them, s

Before she could ask another question, the man suddenly pinned her to the sand, trapping one of her wrists above her head with a single hand. "Relax," he said in a low voice that somehow made her even more nervous. "If I wanted to hurt you, your body would've been broken long before now, Red." His hand tightened against her chest before he captured her lips in a rough, possessive kiss. Pain shot through her. Fiora clenched her teeth, forcing herself not to scream. For some reason... She was certain that struggling would only make him more dangerous. "Darius." Another voice suddenly echoed across the beach.