D&D: You manage to get the key and free yourself
From Create Your Own Story
Naked you lie on top of the robed female elf mage, squashing her, your breasts smothering her face, your bodies are entwined together in a tangle of limbs and rope, which has both her arms and one of your arms trapped.
"Now it’s your turn! Will you be MY pet? Or BEG?" You exult, grinding your body against hers, you struggle to keep her trapped and at the same time grab the key.
"NO! Get off me! Or you will REALLY suffer!" She snarls muffled by your breasts, her lithe body writhes desperately under yours striving to escape your body press.
Ignoring your body’s aches from its earlier mistreatment, you use your position to slide both both of you downwards along the floor towards the key.
Crushed under you, smothered by your breasts, the elf thrashes desperately, discovering the ropes and her clothes are trapping her, she squirms contorting herself to escape her bonds.
You slide the two of you downwards towards the key, while she wriggles upwards, her flushed face panting as it slowly emerges from between your breasts, her bare torso and shoulders sliding out of her mage robe like a snake shedding its skin.
"UH! UH! UH! Brave threats from a helpless Beguiler Bitch! UH! UH!" You pant, grinding against her, as you shove downwards, fingers inching towards the key.
"UH! UH! UH! Sorceress Slut, let me go and I will let you go! UH! UH!" She offers panting, her face extremely flushed, her arms trapped at her sides, as she continues writhing free.
Seeing that she is freeing herself, you wrap her robes around your bound hand and force it between your crotches, pulling the ropes and her robes tight, trying to trap her hands at her sides.
She uses the movement of her robes to slide her robes down over her hips, trying to completely free herself of robes and ropes.
The two of your struggle, hands wrestling with robes and ropes, her firm pert breasts thrust your breasts painfully upwards, your continued chest-press mashes your larger breasts down on hers enveloping them and forcing them downwards.
Both of you obviously find your bosom battle as arousing as it is painful, with both pairs of nipples hardening and digging furrows in each other’s breasts.
She manages to slide the robes and ropes over her hips, a process which forces her underwear down too, and you successfully trap her hands between your crotches.
Leaving you lying on top of her, almost face to face, skin on skin from hips to chest, as your bound hands savagely assaulting each other as the two of you grind rope knots into each others aroused sexes.
"UH! UH! OH! OH! UH! UH! No! Beguiler Bitch you will SUFFER as you made me suffer!!" Panting and moaning I threaten her, and her body shudders at my threat.
"UH! UH! OH! OH! UH! UH! Last chance you Sorceress Slut make a deal or REALLY suffer!!" Panting, moaning and writhing against you, she again offers you a deal.
Ignoring her you heave, sliding the two of over the floor until your fingers touch the key, a process that causes both pairs of breasts to wrench painfully against each other.
As you fumble for the key, pairs of engorged nipples encounter each other, both of your bodies shudder at the contact, nipples scrap and stab against nipples, focusing on anything other your chests requires an extreme effort of will.
An effort she manages, as between your crotches she tries to squirm her hands free of the ropes and robes, your hand squeezes cloth and ropes desperately struggling you trap both of hers.
She responds by violating your sex with a rope knot using your fluids to lubricate her bonds and you feel her feel her hands slipping free, as you return the abuse grinding a rope knot into her sex, fluid spilling on your bonds.
"UUHHH!! OOHHH!! You loose! UUHHH!! OOHHH!!" You snarl as you pick up the key and bring it to the collar. But unexpectedly you find fitting the key to the lock difficult!
"UUHHH!! OOHHH!! Not yet, my hands are almost free! UUHHH!! OOHHH!!" She replies, her eyes widen with fear as she sees the key, and she squirms, writhes and bucks frenziedly, determined to keep the key from the lock!
Face to face the two of you confront each other and time ceases to have any meaning as the two you pant moan and snarl at each other!
On and on, body writhes and bucks against body, as with eyes locked on eyes, lips almost touching lips, breath mingling with breath, you struggle!
Relentlessly battling, as a key fails repeatedly to find a lock, and bound hands trapped between your crotches violate each other by repeatedly ramming knotted ropes into each others sex!
Ceaselessly jolts of desire course through your bodies, as chest clashes with chest and nipples strike nipples in a distractingly intimate, uniquely feminine conflict!
Then finally the endless battle pauses, the elf crying out as her body lifts yours and freezes, arched, in a unwanted orgasm, allowing you to unlock the collar and tug it off your neck!
