A Brutal Slasher Story - Please Add On To This
You start kicking and screaming and struggling and fighting with all you got.
Unfortunately, it doesn't really do a whole lot for you. For as high as he is, John does a really good job of not letting go of you. Your ropes hold tight, and it seems like you're doing little more than wearing yourself out.
"JHHHHHN!" You scream as John closes the door behind you. "YH ffKKKG IDT! DT y DR!"
"All I'm hearing is your body saying 'yes, please'." John says in a drugged up stupor as he carries you over to the nearest bed and plops you down on the mattress unceremoniously. You lose your breath for just a moment as your butt hits it and you bounce up and down for a moment, topping over sideways as you try to stay upright in some fashion.
"GrmPH!" You bleep out in frustration. With some measure of difficulty, you turn over to face John again, and see he's already got his socks and shoes off and has just pulled his shirt over his head. You briefly turn your focus to the rope Mike tied around your wrists, hoping for some kind of miracle to get them free. You try to get at them with your fingers, but you can't get a proper grip, leaving you with nothing more but further frustration.
You glance back at John as your panic creeps in again, which doesn't really help. Especially when you see that his pants have dropped and he steps out of them, making your eyes go wide. A squeak of terror escapes your thoroughly gagged lips as you look upon his nearly naked body. If there's one thing you can be thankful for, it's that he still has his underpants on. Not that it's much of a comfort or does much to hide the very happy bulge behind the cloth.
You squirm as you twist your body to try to get a look at the ropes on your wrists. Ropes that Mike tied REALLY WELL ([CENSORED] him for that.), and in your desperate, panicked state, you're left tugging at them, hoping to brute force your hands through the ropes.
Your latest struggles are cut short when John grabs you by the shoulders, forces your body on your back, and sits on you with with a leg on either side of your waist and the bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach.
Your eyes go wide with fear and another wine escapes your mouth as he looks down at you with lustful eyes, his tongue licking his lips.
Unfortunately, it doesn't really do a whole lot for you. For as high as he is, John does a really good job of not letting go of you. Your ropes hold tight, and it seems like you're doing little more than wearing yourself out.
"JHHHHHN!" You scream as John closes the door behind you. "YH ffKKKG IDT! DT y DR!"
"All I'm hearing is your body saying 'yes, please'." John says in a drugged up stupor as he carries you over to the nearest bed and plops you down on the mattress unceremoniously. You lose your breath for just a moment as your butt hits it and you bounce up and down for a moment, topping over sideways as you try to stay upright in some fashion.
"GrmPH!" You bleep out in frustration. With some measure of difficulty, you turn over to face John again, and see he's already got his socks and shoes off and has just pulled his shirt over his head. You briefly turn your focus to the rope Mike tied around your wrists, hoping for some kind of miracle to get them free. You try to get at them with your fingers, but you can't get a proper grip, leaving you with nothing more but further frustration.
You glance back at John as your panic creeps in again, which doesn't really help. Especially when you see that his pants have dropped and he steps out of them, making your eyes go wide. A squeak of terror escapes your thoroughly gagged lips as you look upon his nearly naked body. If there's one thing you can be thankful for, it's that he still has his underpants on. Not that it's much of a comfort or does much to hide the very happy bulge behind the cloth.
You squirm as you twist your body to try to get a look at the ropes on your wrists. Ropes that Mike tied REALLY WELL ([CENSORED] him for that.), and in your desperate, panicked state, you're left tugging at them, hoping to brute force your hands through the ropes.
Your latest struggles are cut short when John grabs you by the shoulders, forces your body on your back, and sits on you with with a leg on either side of your waist and the bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach.
Your eyes go wide with fear and another wine escapes your mouth as he looks down at you with lustful eyes, his tongue licking his lips.