The rope digs into her sumptuous tit-flesh.
It is being pulled tight and I hear her take a deep breath as the straw coloured hemp brushes past a thick nipple, settling on her broad, pale areola.
One good pull makes her right breast bulge in three places, the rope disappearing in the deep valley between each fold of her heavy tit-flesh.
This is what Jane had wanted.
Playing with rope in the bedroom is all well and good but it is play, not rigging.
There isn't a winch in anyone's bedroom; no load-tested lifting gear, safe to the weight of a family car.
The rope bites in around Jane's hips and she feels the security of the fifth, sixth and seventh wrap, envelope her soft flesh, spilling out to the sides of the rough rope.
Every point of contact with her body is wrapped several times for an even lift. There are no points where her circulation could be cut off or made to feel too much discomfort.
Jane hears the safety latch snap shut as the loops of the rope around her voluptuous body are brought together at the steel hook above her and listens as the rigger steps over to the lifting pendant, hanging from a cable on the motorised pulley.
The motor whirrs into life and Jane feels the rope bit in further.
Her head and shoulders leave the floor, followed by her naked breasts, her hips and then her thighs, tied apart on a bamboo spreader bar which is keeping the folds of her cunt accessible for the group of men gathered around her, eager to take photographs and watch as she becomes the centre of attention, suspended at just the right height for their viewing and masturbatory pleasure.
The rigger releases the pendant when Jane's breasts appear to be hanging at the perfect height for the men in the room to walk under her and sample how heavy they feel aganst their faces, Jane immobilised, her hands tied just behind her hips, helpless to push them away.
The first of the men inspects her cherry red painted toe-nails, her feet bound to her calves in her inclined lift. Jane's feet and legs have been rigged to be at chest height and spread wide while her breast and shoulder are higher; her ample breasts hang below her, her thick nipples pointing to the panelled floor of the abandoned church surrounding them.
Jane feels her toe being sucked and taken deep in someone's mouth as she is spun on the rope and another man brings her around to where he stands just below her, his hand reaching up for her heavy breasts to meet his face. She can see he has his penis hanging out of his jeans. It is thick and the end is shiny with precum. She feels his mouth engulf her left nipple and then a gentle twisting on her right nipple.
Her cunt spasms as someone's finger runs the length of her pussy, threatening to dip inside her cunt and be her first finger fuck of the evening. But her stops at rubbing her clit and his tongue finds the hooded folds of her cunt as the man at her breasts takes her other nipple deep between his lips, suckling and slurping on her pale, engorged and helpless titty flesh.
Jane bites her lip as she imagines what she must look like, suspended here from the broad oak pillars of this ancient building, twenty or so men around her, waiting for their turn to enjoy the curvy and helpless slut rigged at head height for their perverse pleasure.
The pole comes out earlier than she expects and she sees it being brought around her to be used on her open fuck-hole.
The end of the tool is a twelve inch, realistic looking dildo, fastened to the end of a thick wooden pole around three yards long. Jane knows the exact purpose of this medieval looking instrument and she is about to have it used on her wet and willing fuck-hole. |
