“Oh! There you are…” Tim’s voice said from behind her, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine as she unwillingly turned her head towards the sound of his voice.
Her eyes were wide with panic as she felt her need to flee start to fade.
“Hahahaha, are you trying to escape again?” he said as he walked up to her and slapped her ass.
“I… I…” she stuttered as his presence weakened her knees and resolve.
“Well don’t let me stop you, I want to see this!” he replied and slapped her ass again.
Unable to resist, she fought to bring her right foot up higher and find perch in the latice work of the gate. It was hard to wedge the chunky toes of the shoes between them but she managed to get it and then pushed her head through the largest of the openings above the gate.
It took several more minutes for her to get her tits through and then she pulled herself the rest of the way, at least until her ass refused to fit through. She wiggled and squirmed for several more minutes until she heard Tim’s laughter behind her once more.
“My god I love that ass.” he said and the landed a hard slap on it. Then another, and another, and another, until he was using both hands and playing her ass like a set of drums.
She moaned and squealed and whimpered as her pussy became wetter and wetter until she could feel her own juices running down her inner thighs.
Finally it was too much, “Please… oh god please… let me cum! I promise… I promise I won’t try and run away again!”
The slapping stopped and his hands began slowly rubber both of her ass cheeks.
“Really? You won’t?”
“Oh god no!” she cried out.
“You’ll be my happy little bimbo? Wanting nothing more than to pleasure me with your body?”
“Yes… yes I’ll be your happy little bimbo! I’ll use my body to make you sooooo happy Sir!”
She heard him let out a little chuckle just before he slipped his right hand between her legs and inserted his fingers in to her pussy. His left hand started spanking her ass again.
“Then you may cum my happy little bimbo.”
She threw her head back and cried out at the top of her lungs as her orgasm crested, “YEEEEEESSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSIIIIIIIRRRRRRR!!!!!!”
Stacy looked at the gate and then back at the house, her mind was still fuzzy but she knew she had to escape from him. He was doing something to her, making her confused, making her do things she wouldn’t normally do, say things she wouldn’t normally say. She hadn’t been to work in a week, not that she was sure she had a job at the law firm any more to begin with.
She pulled at the gate but it was locked, she looked up at the spaces above the gate and thought she’d be able to get through the largest of them. Lifting a foot to the trellis it bounced off and she looked down in confusion. Her high heels weren’t very practical for climbing, but after a couple of attempts she managed to get them between the slats of the trellis.
She had just gotten her foot wedged in to the slats a second time when heard footsteps approaching from behind her and the confusion in her mind worsened…
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