Tied Up Forced Anal Novels & Stories

The more she tries to struggle, the more her legs get locked away further apart. "You're a devil." She says as he forcefully ties her hands to the rod. Now, she had no other ways to move her hands. She wanted to hold him, to feel him. But he tortures her by restricting all movements. How devilish, truly. "Prepare yourself, baby girl. I'm about to pound the shit out of you. I believe you've done anal before too?" Asks the man as she nods. She watches him take off his clothes. He looks so delicious with the little countryside locket and black thread chain around his neck.

I was still strapped down, still used, but now I was being groped by the very people I was meant to perform for. A mouth pressed against the glass right beside my cheek, fogging it with every exhale. “She’s going to break,” someone whispered. “Look at her. She’s right there.” And I was. My whole body convulsed, trembling violently around every cock inside me. My pussy clenched hard, desperate for the orgasm they refused me. My throat burned. My ass throbbed. I was crying now—silent, wet tears that blurred the faces watching. “Hold it,” the man in my ass growled. “If you cum without permission, we’ll leave you tied up here all night. And they’ll take turns.”

But if he wants to play the role of a used-up submissive, I’ll treat him like one. I roll him onto his chest and wrench his arms behind him. I take the roll of industrial tape, winding it around his wrists until the bond is unbreakable. I flip him back over. A low moan escapes his bruised lips, but his eyes remain shut. I shred his shirt, exposing his chest. A massive bruise is already blossoming where the seatbelt caught him. Good. I take a strip of the torn fabric, tie a heavy knot in the center, and force it between his teeth. I secure it tightly behind his head. I don’t need to hear his voice. I heard enough of his begging last night to last a lifetime.

He tied my wrist to the bedpost, pulling just tight enough that I couldn’t free myself but not so tight that it cut off circulation. The restriction sent a jolt of electricity straight to my pussy, a sudden, throbbing ache that made my thighs clench together. He noticed the movement and chuckled lightly. One of his hands gripped my ankle, forcing my legs apart. “Open,” he said. I swallowed hard and spread my legs, feeling the cool air of the room brush against the damp fabric of my panties. He tied my ankles to the bottom corners of the bed frame, leaving me splayed open, entirely at his mercy.

My laptop came with me, pressed tightly under my arm. I searched the internet,scrolling and typing. My choice of p**n was hard to find. I loved forced p**n—the young innocent girl forced into taking a hard cock as she fought to pull away from the man who would devour her. I loved the harsh yells, spanking, choking, spitting—ruining her made my pussy quiver and drip. My scrolling halted at the perfect video. The older man in the video tying up a younger woman after he walked in on her in the kitchen, forcefully bending her over as she cried for help.

He grabbed hold of my hair, twisting it around his wrist, the other hand on my hip. He forced my legs apart with his, pinning me between his body and the bed. The scent of his arousal filled the room. I squealed out in surprise as his large hand descended on my vulnerable buttocks. The slap stung and sent shockwaves to my clit. My buttocks clenched involuntarily as I jerked against the bed. He forced himself in between my ass cheeks with a grunt. “Don’t clench!” he growled out, yanking my head back by my hair. Tears stung the back of my eyes. This wasn’t lovemaking, it was punishment. He was taking possession of his slave.

I've read of this before but I’d never seen anyone do this before. The smell that enamated from it was very intoxicating and I coughed. He chuckled at my awkwardness and began wrapping the rope around my torso in a tight. It bit into my skin and each knot he made was painful on my skin. My breasts were pushed up and out, and the rope was tried around them completely. Then he forced my legs apart. He placed the rope between my thighs and pulled it tightly against my wet pussy lips. The rope was directly pinching my clit and with every small movement I made it hurt me even more. I was now completely at this man's mercy and the thought of being bound in such a submissive position by this large,

"Yes I’m sure it did, guess what? I don't give a crap." Blake roughly turned her onto her stomach and grabbed both her harms tying them together behind her back. The more she tried to struggle the more his dick hardened against her butt, that stopped the struggle almost immediately. Turning her back around he secured her ankles together. "Blake, you son of a bitch, untie me now. You have not right to do this!" "Wrong again princess, I'm your fucking husband and you will learn to respect and fucking obey me." "Obey you? Doesn't Jade play the obedient lover with you? Is that why you feel the need to force me into that role?"

he explained as I felt his cock twitching inside of me multiple times. I felt so torn between my desire to receive his seed and dealing with the pain from the way that his gigantic cock was stretching my insides. When I tried to move my hips, pain shot through where we were connected and I ended up crying out. “I told you to stay still. Don’t move, Mila. This is called a tie…” he warned me again. “A…tie?” I repeated his words questioningly. “Yes, this is called a tie. My cock is too big right now and we won’t be able to separate until I’m done pouring my cum into you,” he explained in a seductively low voice.

He pulled at my strands and forced me to keep my back arched. “Fuck, Nero,” I moaned. It felt so good that I clutched the sheets as hard as I could. Anal sex had a different sensation than the regular sex. It wasn’t that it was better; it was like scratching an itch you never knew was even there. His strokes were harder and harder. His grip on my hair was strong, and I knew he was close. “Cum with me, little slut,” he said.