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The Suspended Trespasser
(Author Unknown)

Excerpt from: The Suspended Trespasser

    

    Amanda had a womanly figure, lightly golden tanned, with full hips and breasts.  The latter now jutted out from her chest in fleshy, bell-like pendants, exposing their pale undersides that normally never caught the sun as they tried to flow down towards her shoulders.  Her aureoles were very large pale brown disks, spreading out from their central peaks to soft edges.  Her buttocks were two smooth, soft pale hemispheres.  Her pubic bush had been trimmed down to form a neat triangular arrow of close dark curls the lower point of which touched the apex of her pubic cleft.  The lips of her vulva pouted blushing pink and were deeply cleft without any trace of her inner lips showing between them.

    'Very nice,' Penwick commented as he surveyed her trembling inverted body through his camera screen.  'I like women with a bit of meat on their bones.  Not like those skinny model types?'

    To Amanda's horror, and despite her deep resentment, she could feel herself responding to her exposure and the awareness of Penwick's eyes feasting upon her bare flesh.  Her breasts were growing even hotter and heavier than normal, and her nipples were tingling and darkening as blood flowed into them.  At the same time, she felt a familiar tingle in her loins and a pulsing deep in the cleft of her pussy.  No!  How could she begin to get horny now?

    'You've got a particularly fine rump on you,' Penwick added, giving her bottom a slap.

    Instinctively Amanda pulled her arms round behind her as she tried to ward off any further blows.  Deftly Penwick caught hold of them and she felt a length of rope being bound about her wrists.

    'The meat's got to be properly tied,' he said.

    She struggled against him feebly but by then it was far too late.  In a few moments her wrists were bound tightly together against the supple curve of her back.  She opened her mouth to protest but realised it was pointless.  Her sense of fear and shame went up another notch even as the tingling in her pussy grew stronger.

    Now Penwick took full advantage of her utter helplessness.  Still holding the camera in one hand he walked around her, running his hands across the warm soft curves of her body.  He stroked and pinched the flesh of her buttocks and parted their cleft to examine the crinkled mouth of her anus.  He moved around to her front and cupped her heavy breasts and kneaded them until her hardening nipple crowns pressed into his palm.  He slid his hand up the soft swell of her stomach and into her groin where he rubbed his fingers through the deep tight furrow of her pussy.

    'This really is a prime cut of meat you've got between your thighs,' Penwick said.  It was a crude observation, but it sounded sincerely meant.

    Amanda moaned and whimpered at his touch, trying not to be stimulated by it and failing totally.  She could feel herself getting aroused.  She knew it was a perverse response, but she couldn't help it.   At least she was being appreciated, even if it was under weird and frightening circumstances.  Why couldn't Phil have said things like that to her earlier instead of criticising her weight?  Then she would not be trapped in this nightmare!