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Seductive Studio – 66 – CHEERLEADER CUSTOM
Categories: RolePlay, Death Fetish, SoftCore, Fantasy, Pretty Girls, Abusive Game, Fetish
Description: Daphne has stayed late on the field after all the other girls left practice to work on some of her tougher cheers. The park is empty except for a grey sedan that has been parked in the parking lot since before she had arrived. She thought nothing of it, and continued to practice her routine. Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind by a large muscular man. A fierce struggle ensues and the man punches her on the side of the head, knocking her cold. He picks her up and slings her over his shoulder with ease, and carries her to his waiting car. He puts her in the passanger seat and rubs her legs before he drives off. The man carries her over his shoulder into his house, and sits down upon the couch with Daphne sprawled out across his lap. He rubs her legs and boots for some time and spends a few minutes admiring her limp arms and hands. Daphne starts to awake, and tries to break free from her captor. He holds her down with ease. He stands up, picks her up and carries her in his arms towards the kitchen, throwing her over his shoulder halfway. He then places her upon the kitchen table… Our villan admires Daphne’s smooth stockings and white boots while she is sprawled limp on the kitchen table. He removes her boots one by one, and then rubs her feet and legs all over his face, enjoying the smell the boots had left upon her feet. The man then grabs a bag of zip ties, and proceeds to tie her hands and feet to the table, spread eagle. Daphne awakes and struggles with her ties, heaving and squirming upon the table as he sits to the side, enjoying her struggle. Having seen enough, he knocks her out again… she goes out again. He cuts her ties, and leaves the room.. Daphne staggers out of the kitchen, and makes her way to the front of the house, searching for the door. She never saw the man as she passed right by him, and he quickly rushed up from behind and smacked her in the head with a blackjack. She crumples to the floor. He stands her up in his arm, and sways with her ever so slightly… letting her arms fall again and again.. “what a sweet dance”, he thought. He throws her over his shoulder, and heads up the stairs towards the bedroom.Our villan carries Daphne over his shoulder into his bedroom. He throws her upon the bed and plays with her limp arms, letting them fall to the bed again and again. He then ties her spread eagle to the bed with white rope and gags her mouth. He leaves the room while she slowly regains conciousness. Returning to the room , he taunts her while she pleads with him through her cleave gag. He admires her scantily clad body for a moment before untying her. He then throws her over his shoulder and heads down the stairs where the throws her onto the couch where he can admire her legs some more. He then stands up, and picks her up and sits back down with her in his lap, her head resting limply on his arms… Our villan rubs Daphne’s legs while she is stretched out on his lap. The stockings are smooth under his hands.. she starts to awake, and the man laughingly watches as she struggles to get to her feet, rolling off of his lap and trying to make her escape. He knows that she cannot get away so he enjoys her panic. He lets her get close to the door before he wraps her up in his huge arms letting her kick and punch before … this time he doesn’t let her go out completly, but throws her over his shoulder as she is still struggling… he drops her to the ground, and she stands on her own two feet… just in time to be put into a sleeper hold from behind. The veins on her neck and forehead stand out against her skin as his huge arms cut off all of her air…. he could probably snap her neck without the slightest effort if he chose. He savored her fragile life hanging in his arms… she falls limp and he throws her over his shoulder and carries her to the couch. He sets her down and she wakes back up, struggling to get free. She is so weak next to him, he holds her down with one hand and reaches back a mammoth hand and slaps her on the side of the head, knocking her out cold. He leaves and comes back weakening her before he throws her over his shoulders in a firemans carry, heading back up the stairs to the bedroom again. Throwing her on the bed, he grabs a pole from the closet, and zip ties her hands and feet to the pole. He informs her as she begins to wake, that he is going to go downstairs and watch the second half of the game… maybe if she’s a good girl he’ll let her watch some of it with her.
