Mabel Shot Part 3

Czar releases the other restraint, finally freeing my legs. I feel the contrast of the latex on my shin as he holds my foot in his hands, gently stroking it. He moves his hand up my calf and switches to the other leg, slowly moving down, repeating the same motion on my foot. Even that makes me respond to him. I didn’t even know I could enjoy being touched on my feet. I imagine the scene unfolding in the room, as I’m unable to lower my head to look at him. My body is restrained in the center of the room, with this large man kneeling in front of me, inspecting me without any restraint, leaving me fragile and defenseless again, able to do whatever he wants with me.
But being in this defenseless position again, unable to move, doesn’t scare me. I don’t feel afraid. I feel completely at his mercy, depending only on the trust I placed in him by accepting all of this. I was afraid the images of that room, where I was tied to the floor years ago, would return to my mind, but that’s not what I’m thinking about. My body and brain can only focus on each touch from the dominant Russian, which makes me crave more of his touch. Czar releases my foot and stands up, and I feel a slight relief that my legs are no longer restrained. But before I can even close them to relax my muscles, I scream, startled and alarmed, as he kicks the crate, removing the support under my feet completely. I’m not even hanging by my arms for two seconds before my thighs are crushed in his hands as he slips between them, making them rest on his waist. I breathe nervously, squeezing my legs around his body, using his butt to support my heel as I lock my legs around him.
"Now let’s see how this little paradise is, the one I’ll be playing with quite a bit," he says casually, stroking my thigh as his other hand slides to my butt.
"Oh, no, no..." I try to move and release my legs to push myself away from him.
Czar lowers his head and bites the side of my breast, sinking his teeth in forcefully, holding my waist to keep me immobilized. The collar around my neck burns, searing my skin, making it difficult to breathe.
"I said I’d examine every part of what belongs to me, Mabel," he murmurs, relaxing his bite and dragging his beard across my skin.
"Not like this, please, I don’t need this..." I whimper and close my eyes, unsure if I’ll be able to let him touch me this way. "It hurts, I don’t want this pain, do anything, anything else, just not this."
"You’ll get what you need, Mabel, after I find out what I need to know." I feel his forehead resting against my chest as he hoists my body even higher.
His hard, fully erect cock inside his pants hits my pussy, making me gasp between the pleasure and fear I’m feeling.
"I can’t..." I murmur, closing my eyes, not wanting to remember this pain. This was the first one that made me scream in panic and despair.
"How did you feel when he touched you here?" Czar slides his finger between my butt cheeks and strokes slowly, kissing my shoulder.
"Like I was being torn apart. I don’t want to feel that pain again..." I sob, shaking my head, clenching my fingers in agony, twisting my wrists in the cuffs to feel any different pain to forget about that one.
"I won’t do that to you, little bird," he murmurs more gently, making me sigh with every scrape of his beard against my shoulder. "You liked my touch that night, didn’t you, in those profane privileges?!"
Images of my naked body, with him behind me, running his tongue over my ass invade my mind. Like a clear cloud of desire, it pushes the old memories back into the box where they were. I moan softly, feeling his intimate caress circling the small entrance of my body.
"Did you like it, little bird?" He releases my thigh and strokes my back, stopping only when his hand gets tangled in my hair, growling like an animal, licking me slowly. "That’s why you came on my fingers."
"Yes..." Completely intoxicated, my reasoning slipping quickly because of what he’s doing to me, I can only mutter one word.
"Now imagine the pleasure you’ll feel when my cock slowly slides inside your body, filling every inch, working inside your ass until it’s fully in place." I suck in air sharply through my nose, becoming intoxicated by how his voice bewitches me. "You’ll feel pain, but it will be erotic pain, a burning sensation with a slight sting, to help your muscles expand and get used to the size of my cock."
His hand slides between my ass and pussy, slipping a finger inside me, coating his fingers with my wetness.
"You’re so ready for me, baby." He bites my shoulder, breathing heavily. "Christ, Mabel, I’ve never had to control myself so much not to fuck a pussy!"

His gloved fingers pull out of me and return to the middle of my ass. Czar slowly pushes a finger inside, making me retreat, tightening my thighs around his waist as my nails dig deeper into the palm of my hand. The chains holding the cuffs rattle with the euphoria of my body moving. I feel a slight sting as his finger enters, invading me with more urgency. He moves it slowly, releasing my hair and letting his hand crush my waist, forcing my hips to collide with his, scraping the denim fabric of his pants against my pussy. I writhe in agony as I feel the sting turn into a burn as a second finger pushes inside my ass.
"Ohhh..."
"So tight and hot, little bird." Czar leans his head forward and scrapes his teeth along my chin, fully sinking his other finger inside me. "You can bet your ass that my cock will feel good when it sinks in here."
His voice doubles the havoc on my senses, just like his mouth kissing near my breast, moving my hips to scrape against his hard cock. I feel on edge, wishing he weren’t wearing those damn pants, that he would take me completely. The idea of his cock fucking me makes my mind forget any remnants of bad memories that may have lingered. Only Czar occupies my mind, distressing me, torturing my body and soul, just like his fingers do in my ass.
"Keep those thighs around my body, little bird." He releases my hair and pulls his chest away from mine, keeping his fingers deep inside my ass.
I moan with euphoria, feeling my heart race, my mind clouding, and only the sensation of him dominating me, consuming my body as his fingers stop over my pussy, his finger halting on my clitoris and massaging it with pressure.
"I want you to sing loud for me, little bird, when you take flight," he orders firmly.
He fucks my ass faster while masturbating me. I feel tingling throughout my body, as if an army of ants is running beneath my skin, spreading between my flesh and nerves. My muscles stiffen and harden completely, contracting, caught in tremors that start from my core and expand through every part of my body.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" I scream, trying to pull my neck forward, but the collar immobilizes me and burns my skin, suffocating the air from entering my lungs.
But none of this matters, absolutely nothing, because orgasms take over everything. I obey, shouting at the top of my lungs with every new wave of orgasms my body receives. Like a free bird, I soar into a low flight, plummeting into free fall, with pleasure engulfing me completely as I tremble, sucking his fingers deeper into my ass, preventing them from moving. I’m still under the cloud of pleasure that hit me when he pulls his fingers out and holds my back, pressing my chest against his. I feel jolts of pain and pleasure in my body from the simple act of scraping my sensitive nipples against the fabric of his shirt. I squirm, agitated by the surge of pleasure and lust my exhausted body receives, feeling like an exposed wire, sparking when plugged in. Czar holds me tighter and rubs his face against my shoulder, giving a light bite and breathing heavily.
"Good girl," he murmurs near my ear.
I feel my weak arms being released from the cuffs. I'm sweaty, breathing heavily, still tinged with the remnants of the orgasms overwhelming me as my body is slowly laid on the floor. My legs close, and I press them together, curling up as I roll to the side and go into fetal position, feeling the waves of relaxation consuming me, and nothing else matters.