The Prisoner Pt. 06

Martin walked around Warden, admiring her hot, naked body from above. He then secured both her hands and feet to those sections of the bench which, at this moment, were in their closed position locked tight to the bench. As Martin tightened the straps, Warden felt herself being pinned to this bench, face up and watched Martin moving around and locking her into position. Helpless and naked, this was not turning out to be the day that she thought it would be when she woke up this morning.

"Very sexy," Martin commented, licking his lips. "I wish I didn't have to leave, but I do. Are you ready then?" he asked?

Martin didn't wait for a reply but instead began to turn the wheels on the bench control mechanism that would spread the arms and legs sections outwards. As he did this, Warden cried out,

"Martin STOP! Martin NO! Please Martin. Pleassssseeeee!"

But Martin didn't hear her protests. She was slowly being spread eagle, with her arms and legs moving ever outwards from her body. As her legs parted, Martin took a closer look at her. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect, he thought to himself.

Martin continued turning the handle until gasps from Warden meant that she was nearing full stretch.

"We'll leave you like that shall we?" Martin commented and locked the handle off in that position.

Warden panted. But was relieved that Martin had not gone any further. She was going beetroot red in the cheeks. This was utterly humiliating what this man was doing to her. She was starting to find some appreciation in what men went though at her hands. But she still saw them as only men, who are more used to being humiliated. So, that is totally different.

Martin was about to turn and leave when he spotted an item. It was a dildo on a pole attached to a machine that would make the poll pull back and forth. Martin thought about the idea of using it on Warden. In his mind he relived some of the things she had done to him. And he decided that one more addition was needed to make his 'trophy' complete.

He moved over and retrieved the poll and machine. Warden heard the movement and looked up curiously and predicted what Martin was about to do next.

"Nooooo, she screamed," frantically trying to move and break the bonds that bound her to this contraption. "Please Martin, noooooooooooo." She struggled so much the bench wobbled from side to side. But it was impossible for her to break free from it.

Martin was unmoved by her screams and struggles and set the fucking machine into position between her wide-open legs. He then flicked the locks on the wheels so the machine would not move during the process.

"I could gag you, again, you know?" he said. "But I want to hear your moans of pleasure."

He placed the dildo right up against her pussy lips. She felt the touch of the leather dildo and gasped at sensation.

Martin was now ready. He watched her, still trying to struggle free. He stood patiently and waited for her to clam down. He waited and waited with the controller ready to activate and for this dildo ready to penetrate her. Warden started to relent. She knew there was nowhere to go. She knew this was happening. She knew there was no way to stop it.

With the flick on a switch by Martin, the machine activated.

Martin stood back, smug as could be, watching the machine moving the dildo back and forth beginning to pound her pussy. He wondered how humiliated she must now feel. Especially so for her, being a dominant woman, not used to being on the receiving end of such abuse.

TO BE CONTINUED