D&D: The old garrison: The torture chambers: The room with the restraining chair

From Create Your Own Story

He leads you into a chamber that contains a contraption that looks almost familiar. You realize that you have seen a chair that looks similar to a birthing chair you saw in the house of a midwife. However this reclined chair has some notable and scandalous differences. You see that the leg supports are set at a wantonly lewd angle, sporting two pairs of black leather straps for thighs and ankles. The back of the chair also has protrusions parallel to it that also sport another two pairs of dark leather straps. This contraption seems to have been purpose built for...

You aren't able to finish the thought as he abruptly pulls you into the chair, causing you to yelp in surprise. He wastes no time fastening your wrists and arms into place. You are well and truly in place now, and he takes a moment to fondle your body. He gropes your breasts, feeling their heft and squeezing them in his large hands. He then he starts to play with your sensitive nipple, teasing the dark skin and causing a whorish moan to exit your mouth.

You feel your heart flutter and quicken as he runs his hands down your sides and your waist, pausing to rub on those sensitive spots on your hips, then moving down your legs. You buck your hips, in disappointment that he did not pause longer. He clearly is experienced in these matters, as he is quickly learning to play your body like an instrument. Your legs now feel relaxed as they go slack in his arms, and he uses your flexibility to his advantage, spreading your legs obscenely far apart while simultaneously lifting your hips, lewdly displaying all you have to offer. He quickly straps your thighs, then your ankles into place, leaving you in that helpless akimbo position. You wait in anticipation.

D&D: The old garrison: He finger fucks your holes

D&D: The old garrison: He fucks your pussy

D&D: The old garrison: He fucks your ass

D&D: The old garrison: He tilts your chair back and fucks your throat

D&D: The old garrison: He calls in some help

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