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bondage kept her legs out to the side, and her arms couldn’t move far though she could squeeze Ethan’s finger, and she did.
    Ethan talked to her as she came, encouraging her to keep her muscles tight around the fist, which kept the orgasm rolling through her body for-fuckin- ever , until Sam thought she might pass out from lack of oxygen. Ethan had wrapped the plastic so damned tight, and used so many layers, the unyielding restriction wasn’t relaxing over time as she’d expected.
    When the orgasm finally waned, she gasped for air as she heard Ethan say, “Now you get fucked with the fist. You don’t have permission to come.” He squeezed the breast under his hand for emphasis. “Unless you want to feel Master James’ cattle prod on your clit, I suggest you control yourself.”
    The fist pressed into her until just the wrist spread her open, and then reversed direction, once again stretching her to maximum width before it came all the way out and immediately pushed back into her. Sam screamed as it spread her again, and Ethan’s hand gripped her breast harder as he commanded her to be still. Unfortunately, her body seemed to be in control and as the fist came out again she jerked to the side so the woman took several long seconds to get back inside of her. Sam felt a large, male hand on each of her hip bones, pressing down and holding her in place as the hand inside of her picked up speed and literally punched in and out of her. Sam’s screams filled her head as she fruitlessly tried to thrash, but was held firmly in place.
    Ethan’s other hand landed on her other breast, and he squeezed both painfully through the constricting plastic as he pressed her upper torso into the table, further restricting her movement.
    She didn’t have to worry about an orgasm, there were too many sensations, too much happening, and her body was too overwhelmed to find release. Sam’s screams picked up in intensity, and if she hadn’t been so well conditioned to keep from saying words without permission, she’d have begged for it to stop.
    Another hand rested over the top of her clit and pressed down, and Sam suddenly needed to come, and was terrified she might not be able to hold onto it. She squeezed Ethan’s finger harder, and grabbed at his wrist with her other hand as her screams turned to pleas and she begged with every ounce of her being as she barely managed to keep the orgasm at bay.
    One of his hands left her breast and he said, “Not yet. Hold onto it.”
    She could barely hear him over her own noises, and with her feet bound and the hands pressing into her hipbones, she couldn’t even push up towards the fist.
    Her body wanted more, but her brain needed everything to slow down so she could hold back the release threatening to engulf her more and more with each punch of the invading fist. Sam wasn’t in control of anything except the floodgates, holding back a wave of bliss growing astronomically with each passing second.
    The hand in her pussy was suddenly gone, followed by the hands on her hips. Her legs were released from their bondage. Ethan lifted her and took half a dozen steps before standing her up and holding onto her as he said, “You’ll feel something touch your pussy in a few seconds. You still don’t have permission to come.”
    Sam thought she might go crazy if she didn’t orgasm soon, and when the hard bar touched her from below she let some of her weight rest on it for a brief second, but it was painful and she went to tiptoes. 
    Hands gripped her ankles, and a spreader bar stretched her legs out to the side, which made the hard bar under her pussy hurt . She squealed in discomfort until the hands moved from her ankles and she could push up on her toes again.
    Her wrists were released from the bondage collar only to be pulled behind her, and her arms wrapped in leather. Damn, they were going to put her in an armbinder while she was dealing with this damned bar under her?
    “In medieval