Tracy is a beautiful woman in her early 30's with very ample breasts and an ass to die for. Dark brown hair falls to the center of her back and her full lips are just made for sucking cock.
Ivan is one of her closest friends. Though they don't live close to one another, they spend a lot of time talking and get together whenever they are able.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Tracy hears someone knocking at her door just before lunchtime. Answering the door, she sees that it is Ivan.
Tracy hugs Ivan. "What brings you here?" Tracy greets Ivan. She is wearing a sweater just tight enough to accent her perfect breasts and a short plaid skirt.
"I was in the area and thought I would stop by for lunch." Ivan replied, surreptitiously feasting his eyes on the sweater's prisoners.
"Come in. I was about to warm up some soup would you like some?" Tracy blushes as she noticed Ivan looking at her chest.
"That would be great."
The two friends walk into the kitchen, Ivan bringing in a backpack with him.
As Tracy turns away to finish preparing their soup. Ivan opens his pack and takes out some things. He places each of them on the table neatly.
Ivan, a big, burly man with a beard and the look of a biker about him, steps up to Tracy and pulls her in for a hug. Her back is still to the table, so she doesn't see what he has laid out. She has always loved Ivan's hugs because they are so strong and big. Tracy starts to melt into it as she always does.
"it has been a long time since I have seen you." Ivan rumbles as he holds Tracy.
"Yes, it has." A sigh escapes Tracy.
As Ivan holds her. He moves one of his big hands up to touch her hair. He spreads his fingers and starts to run his hand through her hair, but instead he clenches his hand into it and grips it tightly. Tracy stiffens, confused.
"Ivan you are hurting me" she cries.
"Really?" He said darkly. "Not as much as you hurt me. Every time. You flirt and tease. You walk around in your tight sweater."
Tracy whimpers in pain and surprise.
"No. I am going to have what you keep offering but never give."
Ivan pulls Tracy head back by her hair. Tracy tries to push him away, but the fire in his eyes shows that it is to no avail.
"Ivan, stop please! What are you doing?"
"Be quiet." Growls the large man, the sound of thunder in his voice rumbling from deep within. Ivan pulls Tracy to the table using the hand buried in her hair. Her eyes widen in shock as she finally notices what has been laid out. A set of restraints in pink and black, her favorite colors, rope, a gag, and nipple clamps are all neatly lined up and waiting.
"Put the cuffs on your wrists." He says softly but firmly, giving no room for question that he expects her to comply.
"No. No! Please stop. Let me go" Tracy yells as she struggles against the strong grip in her hair, holding her hostage. "Kevin will kill you for this!"
"Kevin, really. Kevin isn't here is he? Don't defy me again. You will do as I tell you."
Tears streaming down her face, she snaps the cuffs in place.
As the second cuff snaps in place, Ivan releases her hair and grabs her wrists. Twisting them behind her back and clipping the restraints together so her hands are bound, unable to move.
Now that he has her arms, Ivan grabs the rest of his supplies and guides Tracy from the kitchen to the living room.
"On your knees." Ivan barks as he attaches a rope to the restraints. Ivan pulls her arms down forcing her to her knees.
On her knees, Tracy sobs brokenly, not understanding how her gentle, big-hearted friend could be doing this.
Ivan ties the gag securely on her so that she cannot alert the neighbors with her yells. Then, still holding the rope in his hand so she cannot escape, he clicks the remaining restraints around her ankles. His hand slides up her short skirt and pulls her thong down to her thighs. With a click that startles her, Ivan uses a knife that she hadn't noticed before to cut cleanly through her panties. With a cold smile as they drop silently to the floor, he uses the rope to connect her ankles and wrists.
"STAY."
As Tracy kneels on floor struggling, Ivan sits in the easy chair.
"Fuck you!" Tracy tries to yell around the gag.
"Oh, be insolent if you want. That will make breaking you so much sweeter."
Tracy starts crying again. Ivan watches with a wicked glint in his eye.
After a few moments of watching her struggle in vain, Ivan gets up and walks over to where she is kneeling. Unzipping his pants, Tracy sees his cock come into view. She violently shakes her head, hoping to ward-off the prospect of this man who she thought was her friend but was really a monster, touching her with that.
