The Man Of Sin: The Series - Sex Stories

The Man Of Sin: The Series

... abandoned her culture and her past. If she were to wear this, it would mean giving in to everything she had turned her back on when she left home. ‘No, I can’t let my feelings of home get in the way of this.’ She stormed over to the cashier and slammed the transparent box on the counter. “I’ll take it.” Helena was lying in bed, reading the bible. She felt safe, each turn of the pages acting as like an audible pulse that shook away her worries. Hanging around her neck was her trinity necklace, the weight and shape it new to her when compared to her old crucifix, but comforting nonetheless. Nearby, Sophie was sitting at her dorm room desk, working on homework. A loud slam of her textbook told her that she had gotten it all done. “Praise Christ, it’s finished. Ugh, that was brutal!” she groaned while stretching. “Yeah, Father Samuel doesn’t make algebra any easier for us.” “I can’t wait for the weekend, I need to decompress after all of this work.” For the first time since yesterday, Helena laughed. “You say that every week.” Their teeth brushed and alarm clock set, the two girls said their evening prayers and went to bed. Of all things, it was an attempt to yawn that woke up Helena, and the realization that she couldn’t open her mouth. Her eyes bolted open and she tried to sit up, but she couldn’t move from her spot. She could feel threads against her skin, and as she tried to push herself up, these threads tightened. She had been sewn to the bed with hundreds of threads ...

... laced across her body, all as strong as steel. Even worse was the realization that her mouth had been stitched shut. With tears in her eyes, she tried to call out to Sophie, but her roommate ignored her. An ominous shadow appeared in the corner of the room and from it appeared Xavier. He wasn’t wearing any clothes and he was erect. He slowly stepped towards Sophie, licking his lips in lustful hunger. Helena tried to scream, but only produced a shrill hum. “Helena, can you keep it down?” her friend grumbled. Leaning over her bed, Xavier grabbed her by the throat and squeezed. Shaken awake, Sophie screamed and flailed her limbs, but he held her tightly and climbed on top of her. Releasing her throat, he grabbed her wrists and held them up to the headboard. Appearing out of thin air, a pair of shackles locked on and handcuffed her to the bed. Her throat free, Sophie screamed as loud as she could, but her voice merely bounced off the walls of the room, as if they were inside a bank vault. ‘Is he using he powers to keep her voice from escaping? Will anyone be able to hear her?’ “I just love that sound. Go ahead and keep screaming.” “Helena! Save me!” “Oh, she can’t help you. She’s just here to watch as I turn you into a broken toy!” Xavier then placed his hand on her legs and lines of black thread appeared as if growing from his palm. The threads wrapped around her ankles and bound them to the back of her thighs, then wrapped around her knees and pulled them apart, putting her on ...