Bound, Forced, Pleasured

Two women hunt me down, tie me, kidnap me, and force me to have sex with them including forcing me to go down on them multiple times

The alleyway’s flickering overhead light barely cut through the darkness as I stumbled backward, my back hitting damp brick. Two figures emerged from the shadows—sharp heels clicking, curves unmistakable even in silhouette. "Running was cute," the first woman purred, her fingers wrapping around my throat just hard enough to make my pulse jump. The second pressed a knee between my legs, her breath hot against my ear. "But we don’t ask twice." Rope bit into my wrists as they secured me, their hands rough, efficient. I struggled—just enough to earn a sharp slap across the cheek. "Keep squirming," the first smirked, sinking her fingers into my hair. "Makes it more fun." A shove sent me to my knees. The second woman hiked up her skirt, sliding a thumb under the waistband of her lace thong. No teasing—just the wet heat of her pressed against my mouth as she gripped my hair and ground down. "Lick," she demanded. "Or we’ll make you." I obeyed. The first woman laughed, unzipping her jeans. "Good boy. Now open wider."

The first woman yanked my head back by the hair, her other hand working a fresh coil of rope around my throat—not tight enough to choke, just enough to remind me who owned my breath. The rough fibers bit into my skin as she knotted it behind my head, forcing my jaw wider. "Better," she murmured, guiding the second woman’s thigh over my face. The scent of her arousal was thick, her slick coating my lips before I even tasted her. The second woman twisted her fingers tighter in my hair, arching into my mouth. "Deeper," she hissed, rocking forward until my nose pressed against her clit. The rope around my throat kept me from pulling away, my every gasp only dragging her further onto my tongue. The first woman crouched behind me, winding another length of rope around my chest, pinning my arms tighter against my back. I could feel her smirk against my ear as she whispered, "You’re not going anywhere. Might as well make them come." The second woman’s thighs trembled, her grip turning punishing. "Faster."

Her command sent a jolt through me—or maybe it was the way the first woman jerked the rope around my throat, adjusting my angle with brutal precision. The second woman's hips rolled in short, demanding strokes, her clit dragging against my tongue, her taste flooding my mouth. The wet sounds of her grinding filled the alley, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Behind me, the first woman’s free hand slipped under my shirt, nails raking down my stomach before dipping lower. She found the aching hardness trapped in my jeans, squeezing just shy of pain. “Look at you,” she taunted, her fingers tracing the outline through denim. “Pathetic. You’d come just from this, wouldn’t you?” The second woman’s moan cut through the night as she shoved my face harder against her, her thighs clamping around my head. “Close,” she panted. “Don’t you fucking stop—" The first woman’s grip tightened on the rope, her breath hot against my neck. “Give her what she wants. Then it’s my turn.”

The second woman’s hips stuttered as her orgasm hit, wet heat pulsing against my tongue. Her moan echoed off the alley walls, fingers twisting in my hair hard enough to make my scalp burn. She ground down, riding my mouth through the waves, her thighs shaking, until finally, with a shudder, she pulled back—just enough to let me gasp for air. The first woman didn’t give me time to recover. Rough hands shoved me forward onto my knees, my bound arms useless against her strength. The ropes at my throat and chest tightened as she leaned down, her lips brushing my ear. "Mine now." Her knee nudged my thighs apart, and her palm pressed flat against the aching bulge in my jeans, applying just enough pressure to make me groan. She chuckled, low and dark, fingers popping the button open, then dragging the zipper down. "Look at you, dripping for it." The second woman—still catching her breath—knelt beside me, her fingers tracing the rope coiled around my throat. She tugged, forcing my head back. "Beg," she murmured, "or she might just leave you like this." The first woman’s fingers finally dipped beneath my waistband, wrapping around me, her grip punishingly tight. "So easy," she mused, thumb swiping over the head. "One stroke and you'd spill." She didn't give me that mercy. Not yet.

The second woman's nails dug into my shoulder as the first woman tightened her grip, her thumb circling the tip of my cock with slow, deliberate pressure. A ragged groan escaped me, my hips jerking forward—only for her to pull back, denying me friction. "Uh-uh," the first woman purred, her breath hot against my throat. "You don't get to move." Her fingers worked me in a cruel tease, never enough, never where I needed it most. "Unless you ask nicely." The second woman’s fingers tangled in my hair again, yanking my head back further. "Louder," she demanded, her free hand sliding down to trace the ropes digging into my chest. "Or do you need more convincing?" I hissed as her nails scraped over a nipple, my back arching. The first woman laughed, her grip tightening—just shy of painful—before she finally gave me a slow, rough stroke. The sudden contact made my vision blur. "Fuck—" I choked out. "Not yet." The second woman's knee pressed between my thighs, pinning me in place. "First, you beg." The first woman’s hand stilled, her fingers slick with pre-come. She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "Tell us how bad you want it," she whispered. "Or I’ll leave you right here, throbbing and empty." The second woman’s grip on my hair tightened, her other hand trailing down my stomach. "You've got three seconds." My breath hitched. "Please—" "Louder." The first woman’s thumb pressed against the slit, her palm hot and relentless. I groaned, my voice raw. "Please. Fuck—I need it." The second woman smirked, then nodded. The first woman’s grip turned brutal, her strokes rough, exact, perfectly uneven. "Good boy," she murmured. "Now take it." My hips bucked, but she held me down, her rhythm unrelenting—until the second woman’s teeth grazed my ear and whispered, "Come for us." And I shattered.