Bondage Classic

I'm in my final year at university7, where I'm studying archaeology. My life lately is filled with studies and lectures and research. Often, when I'm bored, I think back to the most shocking and memorable event of my life, which was my trip to Egypt to work on an archaeological dig two years ago.

It was like a dream come true, a wild sexual fantasy sprung to life.

Erin had been as normal in her sexual lusts and inhibitions as any other young woman before marrying last year Scott. But he had introduced her to a darker side of sex, a darker and yet wildly exciting side she had barely known existed. She had had sex with other men, and then other women, and then he had found the club.

Chapter 11

Debbie felt every muscle in her young body protest as she ran. Her
tortured tits bounced painfully, jiggling up and down. Never had she
wished more for smaller jugs. Her bruised flesh gleamed ugly and
forbidding in the dim light. But she ran on. Even though her cunt hurt
and her ass felt like it might fall off, she ran and ran and ran.

And ran into the arms of a tall, dark man walking out from one of the
team offices.

"God in Heaven, what's this?" he exclaimed. "Do you always run around
here mother naked?"

Chapter 10

"Jesus! What the hell's going on!" came a voice ringing through the
empty stadium.

Debbie dully turned her head and peered into the gloom. She could hardly
see. A red veil of pain crossed her eyes and a strand of her once
lustrous blonde hair fell over her forehead. She tossed her head and
sent the vagrant hair back into place, then saw Sherry standing at the
edge of the field. The other girl's expression told the entire story.

She was shocked.

Chapter 9

"Let's let the other cheerleaders in," said Bradford. "We can take her
out with us through the equipment room."

Debbie felt strong arms lifting her off the cement floor. She seemed to
float, weightless. Never had she felt such power as the football player
lifting her showed. He didn't even seem to notice her weight. She
struggled a little and found herself as firmly trapped by him as if she
had been embedded in a solid block of concrete.

Chapter 8

When Bradford finally released her hands from the chains, Debbie
collapsed to the floor. She didn't want to show weakness, in front of
the man, but her body had reached the limits of its endurance.

She fell onto her face, barely catching herself with her hands to
prevent bloodying her nose. The cold concrete grated harshly against her
tender nipples and crushed her tits flat against her chest. As she tried
to raise her body and turn over, she found a foot placed squarely in the
middle of her back.

Chapter 7

Bradford let the blonde teenager hang on the chain grating for some
time. She tugged futilely at the locks on her wrists. The chains he had
fastened were cutting into her flesh, causing ugly red welts to rise
around the links. She strained to get her toes onto the concrete floor.
She was barely able to succeed.

Chapter 6

The player lifted her to her feet. He had to support her, Debbie's knees
refused to lock properly and hold her body erect. With a quick yank that
cut deeply into her flesh, he tore off the string holding her hands
bound behind her back.

Hot and harsh breath assaulted her ear as he said, "You're a tight cunt.
I like you. Maybe I'll go out there and boot another couple of field
goals. We'd both like that, wouldn't we?"

Chapter 5

Debbie cheered her young heart out for the team. She leaped and did
aerial splits and screamed encouragements until she was hoarse. And
still the team was losing.

She had come onto the field feeling self-conscious with the skimpy
costume on. As she cheered as the game wore on, she had forgotten all
about the tiny g-string moving sensuously along her snatch, all about
the thin vest rubbing against her nipples and hardening them. All that
mattered was cheering the team on to a victory.

"Go, team go!" she cried.

Chapter 4

Debbie simply sat, naked, on the bench. She cried bitterly, her entire
body shaking with the strain of her emotions. Never had the young girl
been subjected to such abuse. Her ass hurt worse than anything she could
remember. The strap had been more than effective in raising welts on her
soft, tender flesh. The way her asscheeks throbbed and hurt now, she
wondered if the pain would ever go away.