Stuck On The Knot Novels & Stories

This SICK BASTARD! Fidgeting with the knot at my hands, making sure that he did not notice as he was completely overtaken with molesting me, I tried to loosen it but clearly this man was not as stupid as I thought, the knot was too tight for my frail fingers to unknot. Panick shocks overwhelmed me. God! Please don’t let this man ra** me!

Cum overflowed as the knot locked, her belly swelling visibly. He switched holes without mercy, pulling out and forcing his blood-smeared cock into her tight ass. The burning stretch made her scream “Daddy!” as he fucked her bowels raw, one hand choking her lightly, the other mauling her breasts until milk-like fluid beaded from her nipples due to the constant claiming.

Perchance a low leveled clan member. I rotate my wrists back and forth, forcing the rope to loosen. Pushing myself down the floor, I slide my body closer to one of the legs of the chair. I rest the knot of the ropes on my hand on the edge of the chair's leg. For five minutes, I keep loosening and relieving the stress between the turns of the rope. Aha! Thank god for online videos about instructions to untie a knot. I thought they would have no use in my life.

"That's—that's not normal. That's not—people don't do this for five hours. Knots don't last this long. This is—" It's fine," I said quickly, trying to soothe the anxiety I could hear building. "It's normal. For us, at least." "How is this normal?" he demanded, his voice rising slightly. "I've never heard of anyone knotting for five hours. Most knots deflate after twenty minutes at most. This is—there's something wrong—" "There's nothing wrong," I insisted, my hand still making soothing circles on his stomach.

Well, this one is not nearly big ass enough; it is going to be far too easy. While keeping a firm eye on the door, I follow the loops that flow into each other. The rope is not thick, and fairly easy to squeeze my fingers underneath. With each knot that flows into the left, I pull it out to the right. I tuck them one by one, into left, out to the right. Slowly they start to come lose and loser. With one final pull, the complete knot comes apart, and I slip my hands out.

Well, this one is not nearly big ass enough; it is going to be far too easy. While keeping a firm eye on the door, I follow the loops that flow into each other. The rope is not thick, and fairly easy to squeeze my fingers underneath. With each knot that flows into the left, I pull it out to the right. I tuck them one by one, into left, out to the right. Slowly they start to come lose and loser. With one final pull, the complete knot comes apart, and I slip my hands out.

She smiles and nods. “Thanks.” He follows her to the point under the rope and remains underneath her as she climbs up to the point where she needs to tie the knot. She starts the knot with one hand, gripping one end in her teeth. Then grunts when it doesn’t want to tighten properly. She climbs up a bit further, wrapping the top rope around her leg to keep her in place. She then rotates so she’s head down and her hands are free.

Too much that there remained no place for anything new. Her hands bent backwards around her dress, untying the complex knots. She remembered the hard work of five women that had improvised on the spot, crisscrossing the strands into a beautiful pattern. Now as her limbs bent into an uncomfortable position, she traced nothing in particular, unable to find the loose ends. After minutes of nothing but struggles, Tara dearly wished for Venetia, she had been right about the difficulty that went behind the dress. Tara released a sharp sigh in defeat, rubbing her exhausted muscles, wondering how really long the terrible night was before she saw him behind her.

Using the man's distraction as he got busy trying to knot the bed sheet, I grabbed the iron lamp on the nightstand and slammed it heavily across the back of his head. Immediately, his hand loosened around mine. I didn't give him the moment he needed to react, I went hard at him again, crushing the lamp across his face. He lost his balance and fell. He groaned as he tried to fight through the haze of the pain he had just incurred.

The pressure built again, unbearable. “Give me your knot,” I begged, voice cracking. “Please—I need to feel full.” Lorenzo’s control snapped. He slammed forward, forcing the thick knot past my tight ring of muscle. It popped inside with a wet sound, locking us together. The sudden fullness pushed me over the edge again. I came hard, screaming his name as my pussy spasmed violently around him. He roared, hips jerking as he flooded me with hot, thick ropes of cum. The knot pulsed, sealing everything inside, pressing relentlessly against my g-spot and keeping the pleasure rolling through me in endless waves.