A Conspiracy Theorist's Joyride

She stared at the pictures in silence, knowong she had no indication of ridges visual or otherwise. She would have known. She was mid thought when his hands grasped her. In an instant she was strung up to the chains her body exposed to him. "let me down I don't have any ridges, ' She yelped and then he was behind her.

Closing her eyes she wiggled trying to get free, as if it would work. " Hurt me? Get off! "she screamed lifting her legs in the air to try to get moment and get free. It showed she was stronger than she looked.
 
Jack stepped back, moving to the wall and flipping a switch. Instantly the chain that Rylie was hooked to moved upward, until it forced Rylie on her tiptoes. Any movement with her legs instantly put the weight of her body on her shoulder joints.

Jack held Rylie in that position for a minute before lowering the chain so that she could stand on the flat of her feet, but just barely.

"I am in charge here," Jack said in a neutral voice. "I will examine you. I will have my hands on you. And I can take as long as needed to convince you of this fact."
 
Wincing she cried out as she tried to hold herself up. She could feel her shoulders wanting to pop. Her lean body stretching to keep her toes on the ground. Her body was trembling as she whimpered. "please..." she yelped her hips pressing back her eyes closing. Her hips shifted once she was on the ground as she felt her panties trying to fall from being stretched in such a way. She could feel her smooth behind being exposed slightly and her cheeks became a bright pink hue.
 
"Now be still, and we'll get this done with," Jack said in quiet voice, as he stepped up behind Rylie, again running his hands through her hair and over her scalp. "Understood?"
 
She nodded reluctantly before shifting, her feet straining for her to get comfortable. Her arms were already sore. She could feel his fingers in her hair causing her to shiver. "please don't hurt me." She whispered.
 
Jack said nothing, but moved his fingers gently but thoroughly through Rylie's hair and scalp. He slowly moved his hands down her neck and shoulders, only momentarily pausing as he took in the view provided by her partially pulled down panties. The sight caused a stirring that Jack hadn't allowed himself for a long while.

Trying to ignore his arousal, Jack continued letting his hands drift downward, gently massaging and probing Rylie's back. When he got to her bra strap, he paused, then unclasped it. Jack's knife came out and made two quick cuts. A few seconds later, Rylie's bra fell to the floor.

Looking over her shoulder, Jack paused, taking in the sight of Rylie's breasts, before his hands continued moving down her back.
 
She felt her bra hit the floor her eyes closing as she shivered. Biting her lip she pulled herself up slightly, her hips shifting. Glancing back at him she felt the cool air brushing against her now stiff nipples. She was becoming aroused as he began to run his hands along her skin. It scared her that her body was responding. "C...can you just... hurry up...please?" She asked shifting again as he hips swayed.
 
"It will be done soon enough," Jack replied, though he felt his voice trying to choke.

Jack knelt behind Rylie, his hands drifting to her lower back. He gently kneaded her skin, though his eyes keep drifting down to her ass, and especially the part of her ass that was revealed by her partially pulled down panties.

Jack watched his fingers drifting down and caressing the cheeks of Rylie's butt lightly, lingering on the part of Rylie's butt that was exposed.

Then, as if it was someone else was doing it, Jack watched his hands pull Rylie's panties downward to her feet, where he helped Rylie step out of them.

Jack slowly stood up, letting his fingers slide slowly up the back of Rylie's legs and back to her butt.
 
She shivered her hips pressing forward as she tried to get free of his grasp. "I..I don't think this is part of the exam." She whispered her hands gripping at the chain. She could feel her body getting warm, her skin tingling with each touch. Looking away she bit her lip, her stomach tightening. Something was stirring in her center while her hips moved slowly in his grasp.

Slowly her pulled her panties own as she stepped out of them as if her body was acting without question. Looking back at him she hung completely nude before him. Her breathing hitched and for a moment the image of something much more intense flashed before her eyes. Blushing she looked forward goosebumps touching her skin as the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. She had always been the straight laced girl when it came to sex. Never venturing past the norm but here she was handcuffed and vulnerable before a man she didn't know. The thought made her tighten her legs together, fearing the arousal betraying her.
 
"It's part of...don't worry, I won't hurt you," Jack managed to say as he stood up, his hands sliding around to Rylie's front. He caressed her stomach for a few seconds, before both his hands slid slowly upwards.

Jack gently cupped Rylie's breasts as he pressed himself against her back, drawing her into him. His hands kneaded her flesh while his fingers gently toyed with her hardened nipples.

"I think...you're clear," Jack told her, though his hands never left her breasts.
 
She trembled her body leaning into him against her better judgement. "I could have told you that. "She whispered as she bit her lip. "Jack." She slowly turned her head to look at him, her nipples growing harder in his grasp. her body shifted, pulling herself up once more to take the weight off her shoulders. "Please let me down." She didn't try to get from his grasp nor did she flinch at his touch. Once she situated herself once more she inhaled slowly, pressing her chest into his grasp.
 
Jack said nothing, but moved slightly to one side, leaning down to capture Rylie's lips with his.
 
She stared up at him as he moved her eyes timid. He leaned down to kiss her which caught her off guard. She pulled back slightly to look back up at him fro a moment. "Are...you still in control?" She whispered as she leaned up to brush her lips against his before kissing him again.
 
"Be quiet," he growled, as his moved around to stand in front of Rylie, taking a minute to take all of her body in. Jack realized he had abandoned control of himself, but he still had control of her.

Without a word, Jack went to his knees, his hand reaching behind Rylie and pulling her to him. He placed his face between her breasts, nuzzling the inside of both mounds before his lips moved to the peak of her right breast. He drew as much of her flesh as he could into his mouth, his tongue batting her nipple about.
 
She gaspd, feeling his hot breath against her skin while her hands pulled at the restraints. Shivering she looked down, watching him or along moment. Pressing her hips forward she held back a moan her eyes falling closed at the feeling. Her head soon fell back enjoying the feeling of his mouth on hers.
 
Jack moved his mouth from Rylie's right breast to her left, suckling gently on her flesh while his tongue teased her other nipple.

Then he leaned back, watching the effect of her labored breathing on her body.

Jack put a single finger just below Rylie's navel, drawing a leisurely figure eight on her skin.

In a raspy voice, he ordered, "Move your legs apart."
 
She hesitated her stomach tightening at his touch. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing labored. Taking a deep breath she shook her head. "I don't want...." But her voice trailed off. It was a lie. A bold faced one she knew her body betrayed. Pressing her hips forward she spread her legs slowly until she was on her toes.
 
Jack drew his finger slowly back and forth along Rylie's nether lips, huskily observing, "You're soft, warm...and wet."
 
With a soft murmur she arched her back. Her body was responding and after a moment she couldn't hold back the soft moan. Closing her eyes she pressed her shaved sex into his touch begging.
 
Jack shifted until he was facing Rylie straight on, then reached behind her, grabbing the firm globes of her ass as he placed his face between her legs. Jack let his tongue draw slowly upward across her slit, until his tongue found her clit, slowly swirling around it.
 
His hands were rough as he grabbed her ass, her back arching slightly until his mouth was against her center. Moaning hoarsely she felt her hips urge closer, her head falling back. It had been quite a while since anyone had paid such attention to her body let alone while she was hanging vulnerably from a chain. Soon she was moaning louder her breath quickening.
 
Jack's tongue moved up and down Rylie's lowers lips, dipping inward, savoring her sweet taste, before her returned to her pearl. His tongue circled it, teased it, licked it, before he pursed his lips to savor the wholeness of her pearl.
 
She cried out once more but this time her legs were trembling. "Please...I.." She didn't know what she needed but she needed more. She was almost there. She could feel the pressure building in her abdomen, feel her body wanting to tense an tighten.
 
Jack held Rylie's ass tightly, stopping her from bucking around, his tongue batting her clit around, before he pursed his lips, trying to draw it in.
 
She cried out, her eyes closing as he body began to crest over the edge. Panting, her body tightened while her head fell back. Waves of pleasure ricocheted through her and for a moment she didn't know what was happening.
 
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