The Helpless Struggle
Chapter 3: Can't Hold Her Cum
The latex-clad figure groaned in agony, bound tightly in a straightjacket and stretched open with heavy leather straps. Her cock, still pumped and swollen from its previous ordeal, twitched helplessly between her legs. She was struggling to hold back her orgasm, her eyes pleading for mercy, but it was no use. Her master knew her body too well, and he was determined to push her to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.
With a devious grin, he approached his helpless rubberdoll, his fingers tracing the contours of her body. He could feel the heat emanating from her core, and he knew it was only a matter of time before she surrendered to her desires. Slowly, he began to slap and tease her exposed cock, just enough to drive her wild with need.
She moaned into her inflatable gag, the muffled sound echoing through the room. Her body bucked against the restraints, but it was futile. She was completely at his mercy, and she knew it. He continued his torment, slapping her cock harder and faster, his breath hot against her skin.
Finally, she could take no more. With a long, low growl that rumbled through her chest, she came, her body shuddering in ecstasy. Her cum shot out, hitting the walls and ceiling in a torrent of white heat. He smiled, satisfied with her response, and reached down to milk the last drops from her cock. As he did so, he felt a flash of pride. He had trained this rubberdoll well, and she was now his perfect plaything.
Satisfied, he removed the inflatable gag from her mouth, the latex stretching tautly over her teeth. "Good girl," he murmured, running his fingers through her sweat-drenched hair. "Now, you're going to rest like that for the rest of the night. You've earned it." With that, he left her bound and helpless, the faint sound of her shallow breathing the only indication that she was still conscious.
