Greta Part 2

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Greta Part 2By the time they got back to George's apartment she was feeling very horny. As he put the key into the lock she undid a couple of the buttons on her blouse. He turned to look at her and smiled when he saw what she was doing.?Is it time to play now Sir?? she said, continuing to undo further buttons.He opened the door, grabbed her arm and dragged her into the hallway. Pushing the door closed with his foot he pushed her against the wall, took hold of both her hands and, holding her arms above her head, kissed her firmly on the lips. She had been in a high state of arousal all day and as he pressed his lips to hers she opened her mouth and his tongue began to explore. As he continued to kiss her she thrust forward and opened her legs wide. His leg moved forward and made contact with her then she started to rub her crotch against him like a dog on heat. After what seemed like and ages he pulled his head back and stared at her face.?Yes Greta, it's time to play. Go and get ready while I sort the equipment I'm going to need in my bedroom.??Do you want me to put on an outfit for you Sir?? she said, breathlessly whilst she continued to rub herself against him. ?I've got a few with me, or maybe you'd like me to wear a mask???No, I want you naked. I've seen you in videos but I want to see you stripped off,? he replied, releasing her arms and stepping back. ?Give me five minutes then come to my room.?As she walked toward her room she lifted her skirt to show him she wasn't wearing any panties and smiled to herself. Once in her room she stripped off. She waited until five minutes had elapsed and then went and knocked on his bedroom door.?Come in, I'm ready for you,? he called.She opened the door and went in. She's seen the large four-poster bed in his room when he'd given her the tour of his apartment. What she hadn't seen, as the doors had been closed then, was the huge collection of BDSM equipment in one of the now open wardrobes. She closed the door behind her and stood facing George, who was standing beside the bed. She looked at the equipment set out on the bed, it was all very familiar to her.?My, you look even better than I'd imagined,? he beamed. ?I saw somewhere amongst the things that you've posted that you have a **** fantasy Greta, want to play out that fantasy???Yes please Sir.??Good, then put these on,? he said, handing her a pair each of wrist and ankle cuffs. ?Get a towel from the bathroom and sit on that chair there whilst you put them on,? he ordered, pointing to one of the bedroom chairs.She stepped forward, took them from him and then went into the bathroom, selected a large towel from the rack. Returning to the bedroom she placed the towel on the chair and sat down to put the cuffs on. As she did so she looked at the rest of the stuff he'd laid out on the bed. There was a metal spreader bar that looked like it was maybe a yard long, with loops on each end and one in the middle. There were also four hanks of thin white rope but the thing that caught her attention was the ball gag. She was no stranger to wearing a gag, it was something she quiet enjoyed as it added to the feeling of helplessness induced by being in bondage. As she finished fastening the bands to herself George picked up the gag and walked over to her, the gag dangling from his hand.?As we're going to role play your **** scenario, don't you think we need to make it as realistic as possible? I was thinking in terms of you being a woman who has been a*****ed and d**gged, when you wake up you're in bondage in this room, helpless, vulnerable and unable to yell for help because you've been gagged.?Normally she might have been reticent to put herself in the position. Whenever she'd worn one in the past it had been when she'd been playing with people she knew well but she'd grown to trust George over the course of the evening and the alcohol she'd consumed had dulled her normal reservation somewhat. The Polish vodka she'd had was very strong and she'd drunk much more than half of the bottle of wine. Beside, this was going to be fun, acting out a fantasy she'd had for years but never been able to play out in any kind of convincing manner. Here she was, in a strange apartment with a man she'd only met that day, it was never going to get nearer to her fantasy scenario she guessed. She nodded and turned around so he could put it on her. He passed it over her head and she opened her mouth. He positioned the ball and pulled it back so it filled her mouth, pulled it firmly and then buckled the leather strap. He gripped her shoulders and spun her around.?Now, get onto the bed, on all fours, facing the headboard. Then put your wrists down near your ankles.?She climbed onto the bed. Bending forward she placed her head on the mattress, and then slid her arms down so that her hands were level with her feet. She felt him snap the catches of the wrist cuffs onto the D rings of the ankle cuffs.?Move your feet apart as far as they'll go,? he ordered.She did a little shuffle, moving the weight from one knee to the other and shimmied her legs open as far as she could. George pushed her feet apart a little more then she heard the snaps as he attached the spreader. Although she couldn't see what he was doing, she could hear and knew, from the slight pulls and tugs she could feel, that George was securing the spreader bar to the bottom uprights of the four-poster. She felt it clearly as he pulled the ropes tight and tied them to the heavy wooden posts. There had been four coils of rope on the bed and he worked silently as he tied each one. After he'd finished the first two he then attached the remaining ones to the bar and then to the top posts of the bed. Whilst he was attaching those she bakırköy escort (https://eyupbayrampasagaziosmanpasaescort.xyz/bakirkoy-escort) watched him as he'd moved back into her line of vision. As she watched she mused about how lovely it would be to own a bed like this one. Not only aesthetically pleasing but a really useful bondage accessory. She imagined herself being tied to it whilst her husband and a series of playmates toyed with her. She also conjured up a mental image of having her first female encounter on a bed like this, picturing various women tied down, spread-eagle, whilst she licked and touched them and then exchanging places. She thrilled at the thought of being touched by another woman, feeling her lips on her nipples and squirming with delight as her pussy was explored by a woman's tongue. The thought made her smile. When he'd finished securing the ropes he stood where she could see him easily.?Want to see if you can move?? George said, and grinned.Although she knew she was securely bound she tested her bonds. She found she couldn't move in any direction and it was impossible to raise her body off the bed. George watched, smiling as she tugged and heaved at the restraints.?No chance of getting away is there Greta? You're my captive, a*****ed by a sadistic man who's going to **** you. Like that idea??She nodded.?I'm glad you like the idea of acting out your little **** fantasy because it's just about to get a whole lot more realistic.?Suddenly her face bore a puzzled expression. How could it get more realistic than this, she wondered??I bet you're wondering how??She nodded again and this time tried to speak but the sound, when she said yes, came out like a muffled grunt.?Let me explain. I have business contacts all over the world. Four of my very good business associates from Togo are in New York for a meeting with me tomorrow morning and they're heading here right now to **** you.?She began to shake her head furiously and yelled red over and over. George bent down, put his ear close to her mouth and then stood back up.?What's that your saying, is it red??She went quiet and nodded just as furiously.?No, they're not red, they're black. Most people who come from Togo are,? he said, and laughed.She pulled and tugged at her bonds, thrashing about and straining against the ropes. She was making incomprehensible, a****listic noises and saliva was dribbling out of her mouth.?Oh, that's good, all that fighting and twisting, they'll like that. They said they wanted to **** a white woman, white women are very rare in Togo. Of course I could have hired a really high class hooker but they don't do bare-back.?On hearing that she started to pull and heave at her restraints with increased vigour.?Or I could have gone down to the lower west side and found somebody who would let four black guys fuck her bare back, there are some who will do that for a price, but I'm not about to expose them to some junky shot through with crack. No, you fit the bill perfectly. When they get here they're going to think you're some woman I hired in to play the part. They don't believe for one moment they're actually going to be r****g a white woman, just somebody who'll put up a good show. I told them that **** in this country is a bit frowned upon and it would have to be role play. Funny that, isn't it? They think they're acting out a **** scenario whilst they're actually r****g you, and you thought you were going to role play your fantasy of being ****d and you're actually going to be ****d.?She was covered in sweat from the exertion of trying to free herself. Resigning herself to the fact that it was impossible to get free she lay still and listened to him.?You're going to be acting just like a woman who doesn't want their cocks in her but, of course, you won't be acting. Pity you're wearing that gag or you could have told them you don't want them to fuck you. Perfect. Now, instead of wasting your energy trying to get free and, believe me, I know how to tie knots so you ain't going to get free, I suggest you wait until they get here and then you'll really have something to tug against those ropes and scream about. Well, I say scream, but you know what I mean.?Just as he finished speaking she heard the doorbell. George went out of the room and she could hear muffled voices in the hall, then the bedroom door opened and she heard them come in.?Okay guys, she's all yours. She has a **** fantasy too and wanted to play it out, she has every reason to make it convincing for you and I'm pretty sure she will. You'll see I've secured a real woman for you, not some skinny bitch. She's got a proper woman's body and a proper ass.?As he spoke George gave her ass a really hard slap and her body jerked. She heard the door close as George left the room and then the men talked amongst themselves in some incomprehensible language, laughing and joking all of the while. She was sure they were undressing as she could hear the sound of zippers being undone and what sounded like shoes hitting the floor. After a few moments one of the men came around and stood beside the bed on the side that her head was facing. His erect cock was directly in front of her. She'd been fucked by black guys before and they had all been well endowed individuals and he was no exception. She guessed it was about eight inches long. She turned her head to get a better look at him, he was tall and looked to be in his mid thirties. He looked down at her, smiled and then turned toward his colleagues. He said something to them and they laughed and then she felt a finger exploring her cunt. To her surprise, despite the feelings of abject terror she was experiencing, his finger slipped easily into her. She moved her backside left and beşiktaş escort (https://eyupbayrampasagaziosmanpasaescort.xyz/besiktas-escort) right trying to displace the intruding digit but couldn't. The man pulled his finger out of her, then said something that made them all laugh. She guessed it was some kind of remark about how wet she was because, despite all of her fears about the situation she was in, that she was going to be fucked bareback by four guys who, if the one she'd seen was anything to go by, were going to pump her full of cum, her cunt was positively running with juice. One of the men then grabbed her firmly by the hips and she felt his cock press against her labia. She tried to move her ass sideways to stop him pushing it into her but he was strong. Despite that she pushed hard, the effort causing her to grunt like a pig. He let go of her and gave her such a hard whack on her ass with his hand that it brought tears to her eyes. Whilst she was recovering from the stinging blow, he took hold of her again, his fingers digging into her flesh with such force she was sure she'd be bruised and then thrust his cock deep into her. She gave out a muffled scream as he penetrated her and his cock slammed against her cervix. He began to thrust, vigorously, each one bringing fresh pain as he pounded into her mercilessly. She could feel his big balls press against her every time he drove himself deeply into her. Despite her fear of being inseminated she found herself praying that he would cum quickly and end her ordeal. She decided to try and hurry the event by clenching and unclenching the muscles of her vulva around his cock. He said something to the others and they all came and stood where she could see them. They were all watching and shouting encouragement as their friend drove his rigid dick into her and she moaned and whimpered with each painful stroke. Then she felt his cock twitch and he began to shoot jet after jet of sperm into her. As the last drops of his seed dribbled into her cunt he pulled his cock out of her. He came and stood alongside the others who were excitedly saying something to him in their foreign tongue. He wiped a smear of cum from his now rapidly softening cock and rubbed it on her face. She looked at them and wondered which one of them would be next to defile her. One of the men had a slightly smaller cock than the first guy she'd seen but, one of them, the oldest of the group, had a fearful weapon that looked like it was at least ten inches long with a matching girth. She found herself wishing that one of the other two would be next, having resigned herself to the fact that by the time they'd finished with her she would be flooded with their spunk but at least if the ones with the smaller cocks fucked her she was certain it wasn't going to hurt like the first guy. She's had a few men with above average cocks and knew that, unless she was on her back with her legs around her neck there was no way they'd be able to drill her so deeply that they made contact with her most delicate parts. She gulped as the man with the huge cock was the next to take his place behind her. Her body tensed as he took hold of her and then, to her horror, spat on her tight little puckered hole and pushed a finger in. She began to yell no, no, no but the only sound that came out off her mouth sounded like nung, nung, nung. He pulled his finger out of her anus and then pushed two into her stretching her sphincter painfully. He pushed them back and forth as she squealed and writhed manically trying to dislodge them. The more she did, the more the others laughed and shouted to him. He said something to them and one of them walked around to the other side of her, then he and one of the others took hold of her, each of them roughly gripping on to her arms and the man on her left-hand side took hold of her ponytail, wrapped a hank of her hair around his hand and pulled so that her head was forced back. When she was completely immobile, unable to move at all, regardless of how much she heaved and tugged, he spat on her anal ring again and pushed his cock against the entrance to her ass. She was pleading and begging him not to do it but her words were transmuted into nothing more than almost inaudible squeals and guttural sounds. He pushed against her and the searing pain when his cock penetrated her sphincter was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. She'd know anal pain at the hands of a well-endowed black man before but his cock was nothing compared to the huge appendage that was assaulting her now. She was in agony and the man didn't stop until the full length of his cock was in her. She felt like she was being ripped apart. Tears streamed down her face and she was in such excruciating agony that she was no longer able to make any sound other than to wail and cry. Thankfully, he took only minutes before he spewed his load into her guts and, satisfied, he pulled his cock out of her and released his grip. As he did so the others let go and her head fell forward onto the bed. Her body heaved as she wept, her entire being racked with pain.She was only vaguely aware of them talking amongst themselves, getting dressed then leaving the room. When they'd all gone the room was silent, save for the sound of her sobbing. She had no idea how much time had passed between them going and hearing the door open and close and becoming aware the sound of George's footsteps as he walked over to the bed. He looked down at her before walking across to the chair on which she sat when she'd donned the cuffs, the very chair that she'd sat on, not suspecting for a moment what he had planned for her. She was angry with herself for being so stupid as to let him put the ball gag on her. beylikdüzü escort (https://eyupbayrampasagaziosmanpasaescort.xyz/beylikduzu-escort) If she hadn't she would have been able to tell him that there was no way she was going along with his plan, or screamed her head off if he'd ignored her. If that had failed she would have at least been able to tell the Africans that, despite of what George had told them, she wasn't a willing participant in their game. However, regardless of how angry she was with herself for her stupidity, that was as nothing to how angry she was with George. Toward him, she felt positively murderous. He picked up the chair and came and sat down beside her."I'm going to take the gag off you now and you're not going to scream," he said as she continued to sob, tears still streaming from her eyes. "If you do decide to scream I think it's only fair to tell you that this room is, to all intents and purposes, soundproof. It needs to be, given the things that have gone on in here.?He sat for a long time whilst she regained her composure. Eventually she stopped crying and gave a loud sniff.?Ready to have the gag removed now so we can talk?? he asked.She nodded, and sniffed again.George got up, reached behind her head and released the buckle. As the ball left her mouth she let forth with a stream of abuse and expletives.?You fucking bastard!? she shouted. ?You're a grade one cunt and I hope you rot in hell! I'll get you for what you've done to me you twat!??I guess that, when I set you free, you're thinking of going straight to the cops, aren't you?? he interjected.?Too fucking right I am, you two-faced pile of shit!??That might prove a little difficult for you.? he said, very quietly.She stopped her onslaught and was silent for a moment then began again.?Why the fucking hell would it prove difficult for me? I've been ****d. You had me ****d!??It's what you wanted.??No it fucking wasn't. I wanted to act out a **** scenario, all make believe, not being fucked bareback by fucking black guys and having the biggest one of them stick his cock in my ass,? she yelled, then winced as she moved and her sphincter reminded her of just how painful an experience that had been. ?I could be pregnant!??If you're prepared to listen I'll tell you why you're not going to the cops and just how we can make sure you're not pregnant.??You're not hearing me, you smug wanker, I'm going to the cops!??And tell them what? You came to new York to be the BDSM plaything of a very rich man and it hasn't worked out quiet how you expected???Quiet how I expected? What the fuck! You just got me gang ****d!??Your profile announcement on Fetlife say something like, I often visit NYC. If we are a good match, perhaps I could trade sexual service for free room. Your own personal life in sex slave for the week. You'll have to forgive me if that's not quiet right but I believe it is. It doesn't matter anyway as I have a copy of the thing, should you decide to take it down after you've been to the police station. I'm sure, when they've read that and you can be sure my lawyers will bring it to their attention, that they'll listen with great sympathy when you tell them you wanted to act out your **** fantasy but it didn't go quiet how you wanted it to go.??What fucking planet are you on? It didn't go how I wanted it to go because I was fucking ****d! Not role play, not acting out a fucking scenario! I WAS FUCKING ****D!? she screamed at the top of her voice.??Listen Greta, there are two ways we can do this. I can release you and you can go straight down to the police, I'll have Michael call you a cab if you like. Or you can be sensible about it.??Sensible? How can I be sensible about being gang ****d by a gang of Africans? Tell me, I want to hear this!??Okay, I'll outline the options. You can go the cops and put your case forward how, like it says, you came to the city to be a sex slave but it hasn't gone according to plan for you so you want me charged with ****. Well, not only me but the guys who ****d you I guess. You'll tell them the guys were from Togo. They'll check and find out the only men from Togo in New York all have diplomatic immunity so they're fucked on that front, the guys can't be prosecuted, well not here anyway. They'll be sent out of the country and you can be sure as hell nothing will happen to them when they get home. They are part of the government. Any idea how corrupt their government is? So, that will leave me. I didn't **** you but I will admit you told me you wanted to have your fantasy fulfilled and I did my best to make sure you did. Greta, the District Attorney's office only fight cases they think they can win. They have lawyers, I'll have the best that money can buy. It will never get to court and how long do you think you'll remain anonymous for when the gutter press get on the case? My guess is, not very long. Of course, you have other options,??Okay, I'm listening, it doesn't sound good the way you put it, about going to the cops I mean. What's my other option? Remember, I could be pregnant, one of them filled my cunt with his cum,? she said calmly, a feeling of equanimity descending upon her having realised that what he was saying had more than a grain of truth about it.??Your other option is that I release you, you go to your room and look in the cupboard in your bathroom where you'll find that Michael has placed equipment so you can douche and flush the semen out of your vagina. You'll also find a morning after pill there so you can be sure you'll not be pregnant after tonight's little episode. You can then get dressed and either take a cab to a hotel for the night, which I'll pay for, naturally, or meet me in the lounge for a drink and you can stay on here for the week, enjoy the kind of lifestyle you've sampled tonight and entertain some more of my business contacts in much the same way as you have tonight. If you decide to do that, there will be no deceit which, I have to admit, I adopted tonight. You'll know exactly what they expect and what is expected of you. So, Greta, which option do you want??...