THE LIBRARY: Tying The Knot The Conclusion

Knot10TYING THE KNOT Part 10 {Continued From Here}

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“Your wife is secure,” said Kyle. “The highest bidder has left satisfied.”

“Where is she?”

“As you instructed.”

The lovely blonde was in what Jonas had dubbed “her chamber” – a dungeon off the cellar behind the furnace, outfitted with manacles screwed into the concrete floor, stone walls, and cement ceiling.  Arms wrenched above her, she was dressed in an extraordinarily beautiful, white lace, v-necked, slit-leg gown which balled and thrust her perfect breasts forward, revealing everything but the nipples, and exposed her legs to the very tip of her cunt.

She teetered on white, six-inch, stiletto heels while her legs were lovingly encased in white thigh-high stockings.  Her head was gripped by a medieval widows-scold bridle which pressed down her tongue while giving her a wicked bar to chew on and drool over. Her ankles were not shackled but the chastity belt locked to her loins eliminated most thoughts of kicking.

“Her virginal status is void,” Kyle concluded, “but there’s a long line for her post-popped services.”

“Her best friend?” Jonas inquired, looking down at the comatose redhead on the bed with soft concern.

“Secured,” reported his mother, who stepped forward.

The older woman had left the freckled brunette gagged, blindfolded, and brutally bound to a heavy wooden chair, sitting on a whirring dildo, her arms twisted behind her, her nipples clamped, and her cinched ankles twisting over six-inch blue high heels. “Her presence, too, is amply reserved for the coming seasons.”

“Very good,” Jonas said, nodding. “I’m pleased to hear my wife and her friend will be occupied while I return to school.” He idly twisted the promise ring still on his right hand, imagining the debauched, depraved “occupations” forced on them while he fulfilled the fondest dreams of other beautiful girls who were looking for their idealized knights. Everyone’s bank accounts would be equally filled for the foreseeable future.

“And this one?” his mother murmured.

“Hmmm?” Jonas asked idly, still imagining the way they would viciously still, cruelly quiet, and harshly deliver Tina and Jenny to their enthusiastic clients.

“What do you want us to do with this one?” Kyle elaborated, motioning to the sweet, slim, amply-titted, green-eyed redhead lashed to the bed -- her shining, drool-smeared lips crammed around a huge ballgag.

“Oh, her?” Jonas said casually. “Well, you were very good, resisting temptation in deference to our clients and all, so she’s yours.”

“What?” Kyle said, eyebrows rising as the wedding party stirred, all eyes moving toward the virginal ballerina lashed on the mattress.

“You heard me,” Jonas told the pack of wolves as he moved dismissively to the side. “Deflower her.”

He may have added “fuck her brains out” as they pounced on the awakened, wailing girl, but no one could be sure.



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