After the second stint of nursing work experience, Abigail dropped out of the Auxiliary Nurse programme quoting that she was "not cut out for that kind of job", and that "the work environment did not suit" her. Whilst her father was disappointed for her that it hadn't worked out, he didn't question her too much about it.

He had however noticed that she grew tense and evasive whenever they talked about work, thinking that she was a little stressed about dropping out and worried about where to apply herself next. He decided to deal with one thing at a time.

"You look stressed, Abigail" he finally told her over breakfast one morning. She took some time to admit that actually she was a little tense at the moment, but didn't say why.

"Well, what would help you?" he asked. "Perhaps we need to find something that will relax you. Eh?"

"Like what Daddy?" she asked.

"Well, for example one of my clients runs a health and leisure business. Maybe I can arrange for a spa day or a back massage to de-stress you. Something like that?" Abigail thought for a moment.

"Actually a back massage does sound like it would be nice" she decided.

Her father seemed pleased that she was going to take up his suggestion. "OK. Good. Shall I make enquiries for you?"

"Yes please Daddy."

So it was arranged for the following afternoon.

Abigail didn't know what she should wear for a back massage. She decided on a Tee shirt and comfortable jogging bottoms. She decided to wear minimal underwear, just a matching bra and panties, expecting towels to cover these areas for her anyway.

Her father drove her to the venue, dropping her off and promising to pick her up in a couple of hours. The place was an exclusive Country Club set in secluded and beautiful scenery. She checked into the Health Spa. The friendly lady on reception asked her name and immediately recognised the booking.

"Oh yes, you are down for the full relaxation back massage with special extras. Is that correct?" she asked.

"Uh, yes I think so" Abigail faltered, no quite sure what her father had booked, but knew it was basically a stress relieving back massage.

The receptionist then introduced her to a pretty beauty clinician named Becky who showed her along a corridor to the massage suit and went ahead of her into Room 3. It was surprisingly large for a massage room, and Abigail was relieved that it hardly resembled the last one she had found herself in, just a couple of weeks before.

The white padded massage table was in the centre. Several tables and cupboards were around the walls and there was a screen in the corner. There was no window. Becky dimmed the lights, put on some relaxing music and lit a few scented water candles. She put several bottles of oils on the warmer.

"These will all help you to relax even before your massage starts" she said cheerfully. "Why don't you undress down to your bra and panties and lie on your front on the massage table with this towel over your bottom. You can use the screen if you want but we'll leave you alone for a bit so you can get ready and relax before we start on your massage. Is that alright?"

"Oh, yes thank you" replied Abigail, feeling reassured as she took the towel offered.

"Your masseur will be with you in a few minutes, so take your time." Becky smiled and left her alone to get ready, closing the heavy door behind her.

Becky went back to reception, knowing that Carla, one of their best masseurs would be along in due course to attend to her client. Becky hadn't actually seen Carla that morning, but had noticed she had checked in on the computer system and so was somewhere around. She didn't worry about Carla showing up on time because she was always reliable.

Abigail had thought she would be reluctant to undress in a public institution, given her recent bad experiences, but in fact the privacy of the establishment and the (she presumed) all female staff had put her at ease. Nevertheless, she still undressed behind the screen down to her white lace bra and panties.

Her naked feet were warm on the carpet. She lay down on her front on the massage table. It was quite wide in the bottom and centre, and narrowed at the top where the face hole was. She found some arm rests under the sides of the table, level with her head and while they were comfortable to rest her hands on, she decided not to use them.

Once she had positioned the towel sideways over her bottom, ensuring it completely covered her panties, she lay her arms down her sides. She settled down with her face looking through the purpose-built hole. She had to adjust her front a little to get her large breasts comfortable under her. They bulged out to the side a little. She kept her legs tight together.

Immediately Abigail felt her body starting to relax under the dim lighting, gentle soothing music and the aromas coming from the candles. They probably had relaxation scents in them or something. Her face was resting in the padded hole, looking down, and her wavy brown hair hung all around her head over the table, giving her a restricted view of the floor. She felt warm and comfortable just waiting.

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, just allowing herself to drift. Very soon she felt floppy and drowsy, her body lulled into a state of relaxation she didn't normally achieve. The wait seemed a while, but she wasn't fully aware of the passage of time. She might have dozed off slightly, just on the brink of sleeping.

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Mike was bored. He had finished the Software updates to the Health Spa computer system sooner than expected and would soon have to go back to more mundane jobs like cleaning. While he was doing the IT stuff, he had enjoyed being around the reception staff and clinicians, all of whom were female and a few were rather attractive. But he was nearly finished, and would have to leave the lovely ladies to their jobs shortly.

He was just sorting through the admin e-mail backlog that had been held back while he had shut-down the system, before getting ready to hand the terminal back over to the receptionist, when Carla's e-mail came in.

It read "Sue, please let Becky know that that my car's seriously broken down, and I'm really, really sorry but I won't be able to make my3 o'clock this afternoon. Janice or Tasmin I think are free, so you can ask one of them to do it instead of me. I'll owe them one. Really sorry. Hopefully see you tomorrow. Thanks! Carla."

Normally the e-mail system was very reliable and Sue, the receptionist, was very efficient at keeping people informed, so the staff didn't need to phone in for this type of thing. Mike was going to let Sue know, and while waiting for her to appear, just idly entered the booking system to see what Carla's 3 o'clock appointment was. It was a full relaxation back massage in Room 3, but somebody had added "with special extras" in the notes box.

Mike chuckled to himself because to him, that note had always appeared to a bit suggestive. He expected this client was a fat middle-aged man. When he clicked on the client profile, he discovered that it was in fact a young woman in the 18-25 bracket, and not flagged as "weight challenged". This happened to be Mike's target age-group for hitting on women. He liked them young.

For amusement, he fantasised about what "special extras" he would like to give a young woman, as well as a sensual massage, if he was the masseur. Then a thought struck him: "Why the hell not!" He checked to see if anyone was observing him, before he deleted the e-mail. He logged on as Carla and checked her in as "in work", before logging out, and checking he had covered his tracks. As Sue returned, he handed the reception back over to her and headed out to the staff car park.

An hour or so later Mike popped back into the building, a heavy hold-all in his hand, and un-noticed, slipped down the treatment corridor towards Room 3.

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Abigail was so relaxed and almost asleep such that she didn't hear the faint click of the door opening, a few soft footsteps, then the door closing with a louder, more ominous clunk. She didn't notice the soft thud as something was placed on the floor, or someone removing one of the warm oil bottles and screwing in the dispensing nozzle.

She was only aware of someone else in the room when she felt warm, soft hands on the backs of her calves. She woke up with a start, opening her eyes, but then quickly relaxed and closed them again as warm oil was being applied to her lower legs and even her feet. The warm hands gently rubbed the oil over her skin, making it slick. More oil was applied further up her legs and to the backs of her thighs, stopping short of the towel.

As the hands rubbed warm oil sensually into her slickening skin, she let out a low moan.

"Mmm that feels nice."

It was strange when a soft and gentle male voice unexpectedly answered her, because it didn't even startle her as it should have.

"I'm Dick, your masseur this afternoon Miss. Now just relax and we'll get rid of any tension in you", Mike lied, making all efforts to remain reassuring and professional.

Her eyes opened in mild surprise at the male voice and she considered how she felt about it. Her modesty was covered by the towel and she was lying on her front, so she thought she might let him continue. He had a reassuring tone and despite the fact that she was not expecting a male masseur, she tried to put aside the fact that it was a bloke who was rubbing oil into her skin. She was already pretty relaxed, so her worries gradually slipped away as her continued his gentle stroking.

He stroked all the way down to her toes, ensuring all exposed skin on her legs was covered in oil, and then started to work on her legs properly. He lifted a leg up and began working on it, squeezing out any stress points and ensuring an even coating of warm oil.

He kneaded and rubbed her foot, even squeezing each of her dainty toes in turn, trying not to tickle her. His hands were warm, soft and strong. He lay down the foot and repeated the exercise on the other. Then he began to work up her calf, squeezing and kneading the muscles and skin as he went.

His hands were big enough to circle her lower leg within both slick hands and squeeze it as he rubbed her calf up and down. Then he lowered her leg and repeated with the other. She was getting into this, feeling more and more relaxed by the minute. He applied more oil and moved up her legs, enjoying stroking and rubbing the smooth and well toned flesh of her exposed thighs, just nudging up to the towel spread over her bottom.

After quite a while of massaging her legs, he moved up past the towel to her shoulders. He applied some warm oil to his hands and stroked it into her skin all over her shoulders and back. He stroked her back for a while, knowing it would sooth and settle her even more. He rubbed around her shoulders, then started gently to squeeze the back of her neck and inner parts of her shoulders.

As his fingers slid back and forth across her shoulder blades, he inevitably kept snagging the narrow straps of her bra. He softly asked her if she minded him moving the straps a little to give him better access to work on her shoulders. She was far too relaxed to object and she murmured in agreement. He carefully slid each strap across her shoulders and slipped them over the corners and slightly down her arms. This gave him unrestricted access to her shoulders but she wasn't sure that this is what she had agreed to; he had said to move them a "little" hadn't he?

He applied more oil, then expertly started to massage her shoulders, shoulder blades and back of her neck, brushing her hair up and out of the way. She sighed and forgot any concerns as he gently worked her slick flesh under his firm but gentle hands, dispelling any knots of muscle and hard spots around her shoulders. To be fair, she didn't have many, just soft young skin, but he enjoyed stroking her flesh firmly under his slick fingers. She seemed an attractive young thing after all.

Mike expanded the area of massage, going down her arms slightly, and down her back, but soon he made a point of bumping into her bra strap.

"If you want the full back massage, I'm going to have to unclip this. Is that alright?" he enquired hopefully. She thought about exposing her back to him which would be OK, especially with her arms by her sides, but then she wouldn't easily be able to move from there. She supposed it would be OK, and her arms hid the sides of her breasts anyway, so after a moment of hesitation and squeezing her arms tightly into her sides, she murmured "OK".

Secretly delighted, he gently unclipped her bra and pulled the parts to the sides, laying them over her arms. He now had good, unrestricted access to her whole back, down to the towel poised firmly over her bottom. He applied plenty more oil, then got to work.

He really got going on her back, rubbing kneading and stroking away any tension over her smooth oiled skin. She just lay there and enjoyed the feeling of her back being massaged thoroughly. His fingers worked along her shoulders and down her back, nudging against the towel.

Each time he rubbed down, his fingers nudged further, slightly edging the towel down a tiny amount each time, but she didn't notice. He stood up beside her shoulders and oiled his palms some more and then rubbed his large, strong hands down her back, each time delving further down, meeting the rise of her buttocks and encountering the edge of her lace panties. She didn't seem to mind or possibly didn't notice.

He nudged the edge of the towel even lower, exposing the lace, and squeezed over her bottom slightly, making her moan softly in oblivious appreciation. After a few more nudges and squeezes exposing more rounded buttocks, he felt the strong urge to grasp her bum cheeks over her panties and squeeze tightly, but he resisted.

After quite a while attending to her lower back, his oiled fingers moved across to her nearest arm. He again applied more oil and started to stroke and massage her arm from her palm up to her shoulder. He held her arm in one hand and rubbed the muscles with the other. It felt so nice that she forgot about wanting to keep her arm tight against her body to hide the side of her breast.

He worked around the shoulder strap of her bra. Soon her arm was warm and slick and well rubbed. He walked around and did the same to the other arm.

After that he wanted to hold her arms out above her head to stretch her shoulders like that, but knew her bra straps would prevent it. He could have slipped the straps back over her shoulders which would have allowed the move, but he felt that was a backward move. Instead he gently bent her arm at the elbow, with the pretence of rubbing her muscles, and slipped the straps down and over her elbow and off her arm.

He placed her arm back down on the table, still bent, with her hand near her shoulder, while he went round and carefully repeated with the other arm, thus freeing both arms from the bra straps. He was so careful that Abigail didn't seem to notice.

Then he stood at her head and reached for her arms. He held her forearms near the wrists, and straightened them forward above her head. He gently but firmly pulled her arms out in front of her, stretching them and at the same time stretching her torso. While he was holding her arms slightly up, the weight of her torso was lifted off her breasts slightly until he relaxed and her body settled down onto the massage table again.

He then talked to her softly and guided her arms below the head of the table and to the arm rests that ran parallel under each side. These arm rests consisted of narrow padded shelves where the forearms rested, with a plastic vertical hand grip at the top. Abigail rested her forearms on the pads and her hands closed loosely around the hand grips.

Now Mike had better access to her back, and he started rubbing firmly all over her back, including down her sides, brushing close to the fleshy bulges of her breasts.

Shortly he returned his attention to her legs. He applied more warm oil, then moved her legs slightly apart. This allowed him to hold each leg in both hands and slide his oily hands up and down her entire leg, stroking from her ankle to the inside of her smooth thighs, and working dangerously close to the towel.

He stood to the side of her legs and massaged and slid his hands up and down one thigh, nudging the edge of the towel up a little each time, until he folded it back, just exposing the bottom of her panties. The towel was now a narrow strip across the width of her pert bottom with a glimpse of white lace at the top and bottom. He stroked her lovely naked, glistening legs for a while, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin under his hands.

When he felt she was ready, he softly asked her if he could do her hips. She was now too relaxed to really argue so she grunted in agreement. He folded the sides of the towel inwards, so that it was now just a compact rectangle of cloth on the middle of her bottom. He stood to her side, applied more oil to his hands, and began rubbing up and down the sides of her body, up and over her hips, past the side strings of her skimpy white lace panties.

As he firmly rubbed the sides of her hips, he pretended to find knots of tension and suggested putting a pad under her hips, so that he could massage them better. He fetched a soft, triangular wedge-shaped pad about 18 inches square, and guiding her to raise her hips up, slid it underneath her stomach. This was a deflated inflatable wedge pad. He had placed it with the narrow end of the wedge under her tummy not quite up to her breasts and the thicker end firmly under her hips, lifting her bum up slightly.

He now had better access for his palms to liberally stroke over the sides of her body, over her hips and the side curves of her buttocks, around the edges of the towel. Only the thin side strings of her panties were in the way. They were held by a cute little bow on each side. He resisted the temptation to tug them loose.

He started to glide his soft, oil-soaked hands all over her exposed body. He stood level with the towel covering her bottom, while one rubbed smoothly over her back and the other up and down her lovely legs. He deliberately nudged the towel smaller and smaller on her now slightly upthrust buttocks, giving access to more and more curvy flesh.

As he gave a long, sensual stroke up her leg and down from her shoulders, and his hands almost met at the towel, he quickly but gently lifted it up and removed it. She didn't seem to notice as he continued to stroke her legs and back, but now he looked down on her lovely pert bottom, barely concealed under the nice white lace panties. They were high cut on the legs and delved beautifully from the triangle at the top centre of bottom and down between her lovely bum cheeks.

His stroking hands became closer and closer, venturing onto the rounded swelling flesh of her buttocks, from above and below, spreading oil over the firm shapes and rubbing and massaging the smooth flesh. She was so relaxed that she didn't question where he was rubbing, or resist him moving her legs further and further apart.

He rubbed over her bottom with one hand whilst the other squeezed the bell on the end of the air tube on the wedge pad, pumping it up a bit. Her bottom was raised up and he continued to stroke it with both hands together, side by side. He squeezed the firm globes and rubbed the firm flesh, nudging her panties into the crack of her bottom as he stroked over her rounded skin. Then with his left hand keeping her bottom occupied, he spread each leg a little further apart.

Then he decided to take it to the next level. Reaching down with his right hand under the edge of the table, he drew out a padded leather strap level with her ankle. He drew it carefully over her ankle and inserted into a hidden slot back down to below the table top. He threaded the strap end through the auto-grip clasp, but did not pull it tight.
Maintaining constant contact with her bottom with one hand or the other, he moved round the foot of the table and did the same with her other ankle, again careful not to tighten the strap to keep the pressure off her skin.

He applied more oil to his hands and moved up her prone body so that he was rubbing over her back and to each side near her breasts. Then one hand continued to stroke her, whilst his other found a similar padded strap under the arm rest, level with her wrist.

"This is the tricky bit" he thought. "She might feel this strap resting over her wrist unless I distract her somehow." As he laid the strap softly over her wrist, he squeezed shoulder muscle reasonably hard with his other hand, ensuring she was distracted and didn't notice the soft padded leather resting over her wrist.

He moved round her head and repeated the same move on the other side. Her deep state of relaxation and the soft lining in the pads meant that she didn't register the light presence of the four straps resting over her limbs.

Then he returned to her back, and applied more oil with both hands. Her entire back and sides were glistening with a sheen of oil and she felt wonderfully warm and soft and slick to rub. He began rubbing down the sides of her back, working his large hands lower, down her sides and further around, until his little fingers were brushing the bulges of the sides of her breasts.

The loose ends of her bra were nudged flat and fell over the sides of the table. She sighed slightly as he rubbed up and down the sides of her body, feeling the bulge of her lovely breasts as he passed them.

After a few minutes of stroking the sides of her breasts with oily hands, he moved back to her legs. He stood at her feet and rubbed firmly up the backs of her spread legs, careful not to disturb the straps lying over her ankles. He leant forward as he firmly rubbed his hands up the backs of her legs, up her thighs and up to her bottom.

Each time he rubbed up, he squeezed closer and closer to her panty-clad bum crack and down below, nudging closer to her soft pussy. He moved round to her side and carefully rubbed the exposed sin of her pert bottom. He pumped up the wedge some more, lifting her buttocks beautifully up towards him. She was breathing deeply as he massaged and molested her oily skin.

His fingertips worked closer down her crack where her lace panties clung tightly to her skin. Her upthrust bottom offered a glimpse down between her legs to where her pussy lay encased in its delicate lace. His fingertips brushed against the edge of her pussy through the lace and Abigail twitched slightly and shifted her hips.

He stopped abruptly, worried that he had blown it, and before she could move any more or react, he quickly walked round her prone body and swiftly tugged all four straps tight, holding her limbs firmly captive to the massage table.

Abigail opened her eyes in alarm and gasped as she realised her limbs were now immobile. She pushed her head up and turned towards him, seeing him for the first time.

"What are you doing?" she asked anxiously as she tugged at her wrists.

"I'm just giving you your relaxing massage as ordered, Miss" he replied, smiling as reassuringly as he could. "This is just part of the stretching exercise we give clients" he explained, knowing it sounded like bullshit.

Abigail was not buying it. "No. That doesn't sound right. I don't want this! Undo these straps!"

"Oh shit" Mike thought. "This is it. I'll have to go with the whole lot or she'll shout the place down."

Mike tried to calm her. "I assure you it's perfectly normal, Miss, but if you want me to undo them, then I will" Mike lied, stalling for time while he fetched something from his bag. He walked back up to her head with it concealed under the table.

She stopped tugging and tried to turn her head to inspect what he was doing. But he placed his hand on the back of her head, and pushed her face back into the hole, holding her head down.

"Hey! Let me go!" She called. Then she saw the object he had been holding, appear from below in front of her face, heading towards her mouth, and she gasped in shock. This reaction was exactly the wrong thing to do because Mike shoved the large penis gag straight into her shocked mouth.

"Guurck! Gaaargh!" she called from around its girth, largely muffled by the gag itself and the fact that her sounds were directed towards the floor. The straps on the gag were long enough to wrap around the outside of the table top and over and around the back of her head, before Mike fastened the buckle tight. While effectively filling her mouth and gagging her, the gag and strap kept her head trapped with her face in the hole of the massage table.

While she was contemplating her predicament and testing her bonds, Mike went and locked the door, sliding the two deadbolts across, ensuring complete privacy. He returned to her as she was thrusting her hips upwards trying to get leverage to slip her arms or legs free of the tight straps. To make her more secure, he not only tightened each of the four straps at her wrists and ankles, but also drew out some more. The new ones slipped over her forearms just near the elbows, and the final pair went over her calfs just below her knees.

Now her four limbs were firmly strapped down and all she could do was thrust her bottom up and down and complain around the gag. Now she was in real trouble.

Now she was secure and silenced, he returned his attention to her panties. He rubbed his hand down the middle of her back, then kept going as he encountered the lacy triangle of her panties. His fingers rubbed down through her bum crack over the material in her cleft, delving further down and over the base of her pussy.

Abigail gasped as his fingers explored down over the groove of her pussy, nudging the oily material into her crack. He could feel her warm wetness underneath the thin material and he firmly rubbed his fingers down to her clit and back up through her groove. He started to firmly rub up and down her pussy through the lace, teasing her and rubbing oil into the already soaked material. She juddered and gasped each time he nudged across her clit.

His other hand pumped up the wedge pad even further, so that her bottom was sticking up in the air and exposed to his fondling. She moaned in frustration and wiggled her bottom, trying to evade his fingers. As he rubbed her harder, he moved his other hand to the side strings of her panties. She felt him tugging at the bows and so she made greater efforts to shift her hips away from him, in vain.

He tugged at the side strings of her panties and she shrieked and struggled in her bonds, but that just made her pert bottom wiggle up at him in a provocative jiggle. Her white lace panties were now undone at the sides and he started pulling them off over her lovely bottom. She squealed as she felt her bottom being exposed, but was powerless to resist.

He tugged the lace triangle down, lifting the material off her crack, and peeling it away from her damp skin. Her pussy was damp from oil, sweat and other moisture as he peeled off the lace, tugging it away from her sensitive slit, exposing her young womanhood. He yanked the lace out from under her.

Now she was completely naked, oiled up, gagged and strapped down on her front on the massage table with her bottom in the air, exposing her lovely naked pussy to him. He applied more oil onto his hands, then placing them on the round globes of her pert bottom, began rubbing and massaging her naked bum cheeks. The upthrust shapes hardly wobbled under his palms, they were so firm, but she squirmed under his touch, trying to evade his stroking hands.

Then one hand started slipping down her crack until the slippery fingers were sliding over her slick pussy lips. She moaned as he started to rub her exposed pussy firmly up and down, from the top near her little bum-hole, down through her sensitive slit and under her to her clit. His fingers spread her lips apart and another dipped in to slide through her opening. He applied more oil to her hairless pussy, rubbing it in and sliding his hand through the slick, sensitive fold.

One hand firmly squeezed and molested her bottom, while the other explored deeper between her lovely pussy lips. His fingers dipped deeper and deeper and nudged against her clit, making her judder. Soon his oiled middle finger slipped easily into her pussy and she gasped. He worked his finger in and out of her pussy, stroking the slick walls.

His middle finger of his other hand played with the tight muscle of her bumhole which made her squirm more. He worked the tip into her bottom and started sliding the length into her. Soon he was finger fucking her with a finger in each orifice, gently pumping her while she whimpered and squirmed under his ministrations.

He slipped a second finger into her tight, but slippery pussy, rotating his hand, exploring her and rubbing around her warm, sensitive walls. He rubbed her bottom and pussy into a frenzy, constantly rubbing slickly across her supersensitive clit, making her squeal and rubbing inside across her G-spot, making her gasp and her body judder.

She was helpless to resist him. He played with her body firmly with his teasing fingers, building up the erotic feelings growing inside her. She could feel her already relaxed body succumbing to his forced teasing and her body was responding by building towards a forced orgasm. He continued to pump his fingers inside her, driving her closer and closer to a massive release.

But just as she was about to cum, and cum hard, he stopped and slipped his fingers out of her.

She felt his fingers leave her and she lay there, panting hard, her body rising and falling as her chest expanded to suck in oxygen. She felt him fully pump up the wedge pad so that it was a hard triangle lifting her bottom up and tilting her pussy upwards.

She didn't notice the sounds of rustling clothes and things being placed on one of the chairs by her feet. She didn't even notice his legs brushing the inside of hers as he climbed up onto the table between her spread legs, kneeling between them. She also didn't feel the table give as he leant forwards over her upthrust bottom, resting on his arms, placed each side of her breasts.

Suddenly she felt something hot and throbbing touch the crack of her bottom between her pussy and bumhole. She was startled as the hot bulbous shape rubbed up and down her crack, nestling firmly into the slick valley. Then her eyes went wide as she felt it sliding up and down her crack, pressing into her.

She could feel his round tip working from above her bottom, pointing down then running back down so that the bell-end dipped down the valley to slip down through the lips of her pussy, down through her partially opened gash, and rub over her slick little clit which throbbed under the touch. She could feel his throbbing tip nudge against her and under her, rubbing past her clit, then back again to slide through the valley back up to, and past her bumhole again.

He repeated this erotic manoeuvre a number of times, sliding his hot and long penis through and across the valley of her bottom and slick pussy, coating his thick shaft with oil and her juices. She squirmed and whimpered as she felt him teasing her there.

Then she felt his arms supporting him, close either side on her hips, holding her firmly, and his long, thick penis nudged at her soft, slippery pussy lips and started parting them to gain entry into her lovely young body. She whimpered as his thick dick pushed between the slick lips and started entering her lovely tunnel.

Then Mike gripped her and with a grunt, lunged forward. She squealed loudly from behind the gag as she felt her pussy being stretched and filled with hot, throbbing, slippery man flesh. He sheathed his entire length inside her body with one glorious, plunging stroke. His large bell end nestled firmly up against the end of her pussy and held still, feeling how wonderful she felt, clutching his throbbing pole within her sensitive pussy walls.

He worked his hips around in a circle, circulating and stirring his penis deep up inside her young body, making her moan and shudder as he stirred her insides firmly. Her entire body was coated in oil as he ground his loins over her pert bottom, squeezing her bottom under his groin and feeling all the walls of her warm pussy rubbing along his length.

Then he began to stroke himself back and forth into and out of her tight but slippery pussy, expanding her warm tunnel with each inward stroke. She writhed meekly and mewled as he started to fuck her with slow, but long strokes. He let his hips do the work while he leant forward, pressing down on her bottom as he slid deeply within her young body.

He leant forward slightly, changing the angle and still rocking his hips into her. His long cock gently rocked deep up inside her and she trembled under the sensual assault. He angled his length up into her as he thrust forward. This angle had the potential of allowing him to slide really deep inside her.

Her eyes were closed and her head was held firmly down as she panted and whimpered, feeling his fleshy invader solidly shafting her helpless young body.

He gripped her narrow waist with his wrists, pinning her tight, and lunged into her with a strong and immensely deep thrust, making her eyes pop out and drawing a high-pitched squeal from behind the gag. His dick stroked quickly up to the very end of her tunnel, pressing firmly into the soft flesh, throbbing against the sensitive walls.

Mike rocked his hips back, sliding his large tool out of her, then powered into her again. He started fucking her firmly and deeply, fully gripping her body, holding her captive under him as he took his pleasure in her helpless, sexy, oiled body. Her eyes closed and opened as he pumped her hard and deep, stretching and stroking her wet pussy and sliding all along her G-spot, making her judder each time.

Abigail's senses were completely overwhelmed and she built steadily back to the edge of a climactic precipice again. She struggled and writhed under him as she felt his large invader piston in and out of her very sensitive love tunnel. Her squeals got higher and higher in pitch and closer together as her passion was forced over the edge of bliss.

At last she arched her back towards his, thrusting her bottom up against his thrusting front, closed her eyes tightly, strained against her bonds and screamed a long, shrill squeal as her pussy convulsed around his pumping cock and she started to cum spectacularly.

Immediately he held her tight and started pumping her hard and fast, his tool reaching its full depth with each powerful thrust. This kept her on the peak of climax, writhing in ecstasy and squealing uncontrollably. Her whole body quivered violently and her pussy walls clutched tightly around his pumping shaft in strong spasms that kept going on and on.

Mike started grunting under the exertion of pumping her along on the crest of her continuous orgasm. Her chest heaved, her body throbbed and her back arched towards him as she came and came and came. Her legs quivered uncontrollably as he pumped her hard. Her pussy squirted juice deep inside, lubricating his thick tool. She felt absolutely fantastic climaxing under and around him.

With her pussy fluttering strongly around his pumping shaft, he could take no more and his large swollen balls were ready to explode. With a roar and a deep thrust, his cock swelled even larger, and even in the throes of her orgasm, she felt it pulse along its length and splurge a powerful jet of sperm deep into her young pussy, splashing against her walls, swilling around to her cervix and flooding her.

He pressed himself against her back wall then quickly withdrew and as he slid back in, another jet of fluid spurted through her tunnel, coating her walls. As she felt him explode deep inside her, she screamed as a new wave of ecstasy burst through her young body. He withdrew and thrust back inside her, spraying again and again with his sperm as she continued to spasm around his powerful injections.

With one final effort, gripping her waist, he plunged his full length into her, his bell end pushed as deep as it would go against her soft flesh, and his balls emptied their final burst, spurting along his length and splashing into her young depths. This stretching and flooding of her pussy caused a final blissful wave of orgasm to erupt from deep within her and she whimpered and quivered as her orgasm gave her its last convulsion and her soft body finally relaxed in bliss.

She made little whimpering mewling noises as her body allowed her to come down. He held himself inside her for a little while, feeling her trembling body around him, then slipped out of her flooded hole. As he slipped from between her lips, she gave a little shudder through her body and lay still and silent.

She had passed out.

Mike climbed unsteadily off the table and fetched a wad of tissues and placed them under her dripping pussy. As he released the air from the wedge, lowering her bottom, a gush of goo flooded out onto the wad. It was thick, creamy sperm, mixed with oil and her pussy juices, and it flowed for ages.

She looked completely out of it and all relaxed. Although he had just cum inside her, the sight of her young, oiled body was once again stirring something in his loins. He decided to take further advantage of her vulnerable position. He wiped up the goo then loosened and removed all eight straps still holding her tightly to the table, and undid the gag strap and eased it out of her mouth.

He then shifted her to one side of the table before lifting her under her shoulders and hips until he had turned her over onto her back. He gasped as he saw her pretty face for the first time. Her lovely full breasts jiggled into full view and he looked at the round shapes with their pert nipples in awe and lust.

He laid her carefully on her back in the centre of the massage table, whipping her bra from under her in the process. She was still out of it. He lifted her head slightly and inserted a different gag into her mouth. This was a ball gag, and held her mouth open, but filled tightly, pushing her tongue down. He strapped the gag tightly under her hair and let her head drop back.

Then he lifted her arms up and over her head. He went to the head of the table, and pulling her arms to either side of her head and over the end, proceeded to tie her wrists to the brackets underneath the end. This lifting of her arms also lifted her breasts on her chest, thrusting them out and making them look even more grabbable.

Then he moved down to her feet. He held an ankle and sliding it towards her bottom, pushed her knee out to the side. This spread her thigh to the side, exposing her glistening pussy to his gaze. He repeated the same on the other side, spreading her thighs wide. Then he tied her ankles tightly to the edge of the table. He also put a strap looped around her thighs, just above the knees, and tied these down to an attachment under the table, keeping her thighs spread wide and pinned down.

Finally, he got a soft pillow and, lifting her bottom up, wedged it underneath her bottom and lower part of her back, tilting her now widely exposed pussy up towards him. She was now naked, gagged and strapped firmly on her back on the massage table and at his mercy.

He fetched the massage oil. He dribbled some down her front and coated his hands liberally. Then he started to rub all over her exposed teenage body.

He started with her shoulder, but quickly slid his hands down to her magnificent breasts. He cupped them and squeezed them and rubbed the oil into the soft globes, massaging the pliant flesh gently a he molested her unconscious form. Her nipples stood to attention as he brushed over them, so he worked on them for a while, oiling, tugging and tweaking the sensitive little buds into swollen hard, throbbing teats.
Then he slid his palms further down her body sliding over her tummy, her abdomen and downward towards her pussy. He moved round to her right side, dribbling a little more oil on her pussy as he went, and then reached forward and his left hand stroked down from her mound, and his right slid up her slick thigh towards his goal.

He thought he felt her unconscious body twitch as his fingers touched her pussy. He rubbed her firmly with his fingers, working the fresh oil into her sensitive skin around her pussy, and sliding his fingers through her spread gash to gently work the oil inside her pussy lips. His left hand sought her clit and exposed it from under its hood, diddling it from side to side, coating it with oil.

His lower hand extended a couple of fingers and started worming into her sensitive hole. He was sure that her body reacted this time. As fingers played with her clit while others explored deeper into her, she slowly regained consciousness.

The first thing she was aware of was the pleasurable sensations originating from her pussy. She moaned and tried to move to get better contact, but then her consciousness discovered that she was restrained. Immediately she was wide awake and her eyes opened wide in shock and surprise.

She lifted her head to see what was happening and squealed loudly into the gag at what she found. What she thought at first was a nice wet dream was in reality a nightmare. Abigail realised that she was naked, gagged and strapped down on her back on the massage table with her legs held wide, exposing her pussy.

Furthermore, the masseur who has assaulted her earlier, was working his fingers on her ultrasensitive clit and inside her wet pussy.

He smiled at her as she regained consciousness, knowing he was giving her unwanted pleasure and there was nothing she could do about it. She screamed feebly into the gag and strained hard at all the straps and bindings hold her to the table, but quickly discovered that they were too strong for her and that she was going nowhere.

The man continued to molest her, rubbing her clit harder and faster, and sliding two long fingers deeper into her pussy. She groaned and let her head fall back as she succumbed to the sensations, her squeals of protest becoming less frequent and quieter.

Then he reluctantly withdrew his hands and moved down to the bottom of the table. He removed some brackets underneath and dropped the last portion down, so that he could get closer to her. He leaned down and his mouth clamped over her sopping pussy. Abigail squealed in a high-pitched squeak.

He licked sloppily from the bottom all the way up through her tasty wet slit, slurping as deep as he could with his warm tongue before flicking over her clit, making her squeak. He worked his tongue up and down her tasty twat a few times.

He stiffened his tongue then drove it into her vagina, making her gasp. Then he pouted his wet lips and clamped them over her swollen and extended clitoris. He sucked the throbbing bud into his mouth and his soft, wet tongue lashed across it and she screamed in passion through the gag.

After sucking and tonguing her clit for a while, his hands holding her hips steady, he finally gave her pussy one final wet slurp with his tongue before he broke off his oral assault.

He withdrew from between her legs and lifted the foot of the table again. Then she closed her eyes briefly in shame as he climbed up onto the table between her outspread thighs. She then watched as he leant forward, so that he was poised over her, leaning over her sexy young, oiled body. Her breasts heaved quickly up and down towards his chest.

He rocked his hips back as his torso advanced until he lowered his upper body down, supported by his hands on either side of her face, and looking down into her frightened eyes, lowered his chest to squash her soft breasts. At the same time, she cried out into the gag as she felt the large hot tip of his now fully erect dick, nestle into the folds of her wet and spread pussy lips.

She pleaded with her eyes as she felt him settle on top of her, his hips still drawn back and his bell end nudging into her body.

She squealed loudly and her eyes stretched wide as he thrust smoothly forward and his big dick stretched her pussy as it slipped back into her body. It slid through the length of her ultra-sensitive love tunnel, filling her up again. He let out a long sigh as he settled down onto her soft slippery body, his long and thick cock sliding on to embed itself deep up inside her.

She whimpered as she felt it slid on and in and in until with a jerk, it bumped tight up against the end of her tunnel, deep up inside her body. He cupped her face firmly as he leant on his elbows and flexed his groin, stirring himself deep inside her, rubbing against her slippery walls.

Then she squeaked and struggled as he started to pump his hips up and down into her, fucking her slowly and surely. She felt absolutely wonderful, surrounding his hard, throbbing dick with soft, yielding, slippery flesh. She moaned and whimpered as he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, pumping his hot manhood through her young love tunnel.

His shaft rubbed against her G-spot as he pumped into her repeatedly, slowly and steadily gaining in speed and length, fucking her good and long and deep. She started shaking and tossing her head as he pumped her harder, pinning her to the table top, trying to urge deeper into her helpless body, driving her on.

He built up a terrific speed, boning her hard as she lay tied to the table, plunging into her body again and again, rubbing slickly through her tight but slippery pussy, making her body respond to his pumping. He hit all her sensitive spots inside her body, both shallow and deep.

He crushed her breasts under his chest, squeezing them up and down with his pumping, making her nipples rub against his chest hair.

He gripped her shoulders tight as he thrust up into her, nudging firmly across her cervix and G-spot and stretching her pussy depth slightly at the end of each long stroke.

Abigail thrashed her head from side to side as he drove her closer to another orgasm until he stiffened and thrust deep and a strong burst of sperm exploded from his bulbous tip and injected deep up into her womanhood. The splashing of his sperm so deep into her, set her off her climax and her body convulsed and jerked and she squealed loud and long as a powerful orgasm swept through her young helpless body.

He continued to pump her hard and deep and fast as he kept spurting deep inside her and she spasmed around him repeatedly through her long orgasm. She squeaked and writhed as her orgasm wracked her body, which quivered and clutched under and around him in the throes of her passion.

Presently, as his balls emptied, he slowed to a stop and lay on top of her young body as she recovered from their exertions. She cooed and whimpered as she struggled to regain her breath, totally exhausted.

After a while, his cock started to soften so me slipped out of her body and climbed off the table.

He got dressed and gathered his things as he watched her recover. Her eyes were closed and he wondered if she has fallen asleep. She was so exhausted that she didn't move as he untied and unstrapped her, removing the gag in the process. He covered her body with several warm towels before slipping the straps and gag into his bag.

Mike unbolted the door, and after checking that he could leave unseen, he slipped out, leaving Abigail panting on the table.