KEEPER OF THE LEGJAIL
By Kandor
The Oral Majority

The following is the second chapter in a story about Susan, a 
powerful young woman who for fun will kidnap the occasional male 
and keep him prisoner in her legjail for as long as it suits her 
fancy - and her needs.

	Rob barely remembered what happened. All he felt was the 
crush of flesh on his jawbones, the musky aroma of a woman 
filling his nose, the feel of compression in his ears.
	There was a girl, a pretty girl, in a bar, he remembered 
that. She'd hit on him, something about legs....a legjail...him 
kept prisoner in her legs for the weekend.
	It slowly came back to him. Susan was her name, and she'd 
abducted him, ridden him piggyback 10 blocks to her apartment 
where she said she'd keep him. He remembered her long, scissoring 
legs gripping his ribs the entire way, he remembered the pain, 
the long walk, her giggling attached to his back, her leaning 
forward and biting his ear, hissing "Mmmm, I feel your ribs 
bending in my legs, Robbie, how's it feel? Is it hard to walk 
with a woman riding you, scissoring you? Hmmm?"
	More returned. Rob opened his eyes and saw the damp bush of 
the woman in his face. He blinked and remembered. She'd gotten 
him inside the apartment, stripped out of her g-string and 
dropped him to his knees, straddling his head and locking it in 
those insanely strong thighs. Laughing, she hip-hopped him to the 
bedroom and twist-scissored him to the mattress, flipping over 
top of him and landing on her back, legs spread, in one motion 
absorbing Rob's head in her muscular thighs, burying his 
surprised face in her damp, musky cunt.
	And that was all he remembered, that and being forced to 
eat her and her coming so fast and hard it took his breath away 
as she hauled him deeper into her mushy pussy by lacing her 
fingers around the back of his head and pulling him in as she 
arched her sexy back. The thighs latched, the muffled embrace was 
tight and he passed out cold.
	And then he was here, now, slowly drinking in mouthfuls of 
her endless snatch juice and nose fulls of her heady aroma. She'd 
scissored him out. It came back to him now. He tried to look at 
his watch, but she slapped his hand away. Leaning up on her 
elbows, she smiled down at him.
	"It's only been 10 minutes, Robbie," she laughed. "I put 
you in my legjail and figured it may as well be feeding time. So 
I fed you my pussy, you ate it up and I put you to sleep for 
awhile."
	She lay back, sighing, crimping his jaws in her adductors, 
sliding a finger into the cuntal mist of her pussy and running it 
down over her muscular thighs before slipping it into his mouth 
to suck.
	"Mmmm, I love to be eaten, Robbie, that's such a useful 
purpose for a man when he's doing time in my legjail, don't you 
think?" she asked, peeling off her dress and bra to lay naked and 
attached to his face by the legs.
	She adjusted herself, wiggled her succulent ass into the 
mattress, as if settling down for the night. Robbie's brow broke 
sweat. His mouth was buried in her pussy, he couldn't talk. His 
nose tickled her engorged clit and now Susan slowly hunched her 
hips, back and forth, up and down, just barely grazing that nose 
with her love bud. She hissed and tensed her thick thighs.
	Robbie grimaced as he felt the compression in his ears 
start up again, taking the sound away. He heard the vibration of 
her voice and tried to hear what she was saying. 
	"It's 10:30 now Robbie, you've been in my legjail about a 
half hour," she growled, squeezing him slowly, entwining the 
fingers of her left hand with the hair on the back of his head as 
she directed him deeper into the promised land. "That's short 
time, Robbie, that's no time at all. I hope you don't need much 
sleep, lover boy, because you won't be getting much."
	And the munch marathon started. She bid him to eat her and 
he obeyed, slithering out his tongue and dribbling her lust-
fattened clit with the tip, flipping it back and forth, hoping 
his skills at yodeling in the gully would make her come fast and 
often and tire her out. Susan's hand held him tight, mashing his 
mouth to her pussy lips and his teeth scraped her sensitive 
folds, the other hand squeezing up cones of tit meat to force the 
thick brown nipple into her own sucking mouth. Susan was coming 
again, Robbie knew it; the thighs tightened, the adductors coiled 
tight around his bending jawbones and she snapped her sexy hips 
out once, twice, three times holding it on the last one in a 
scissor thrust so hard the stars swam before his eyes again and 
darkness settled over him once more.
	As he awoke, he was aware of the compression, a ringing in 
his ears, the fleshy feel of thigh on cheek. He felt the 
vibration of her low moans and smelled the ceaseless oozing of 
pussy oil. His mouth was full of her, his soul ached with her, 
his body was in pain with her. She'd come and knocked him out in 
her scissors again. Her legjail. He saw the pattern being set and 
for a bizarre instant imagined himself in the lead role of 
"Groundhog Day," destined to repeat his dilemma over and over and 
over....
	"Wake up, little man, wake up..." Susan said in singsong 
voice, leaning back up on her elbows, leaving her crossed calves 
resting on his back, tensing the ropes of her thick inner thighs 
on his face as if to slap him back to consciousness. "The night 
is young, Robbie. It's only 11 p.m."
	Robbie couldn't believe her stamina. HE attached his mouth 
to her pussy now, burying his face deep inside, and latched his 
teeth in a non-threatening manner to that tireless clit, 
nibbling, sucking, chewing. She went wild, arching her back, 
slamming her locked feet into his spine bringing tears to his 
eyes - and coming again so hard the scissor knocked him out with 
incredible speed this time, in five seconds, maybe less. Time was 
a blur now, he was losing track of it, of how many times she was 
coming.
	She'd let up, tease him back to alertness and then snuffle 
him into her gushing cunt one more time, forcing him to eat her, 
to chew her, to lick her, to smell her, to absorb her, and she'd 
come, come, come...time in the legjail, he reasoned, was like 
time in the Twilight Zone. He had no concept of its passage, or 
if it were passing at all. He heard very little; she had come so 
consistently that the thick lubricant of her pussy nectar had 
squished all the way alongside his face to form a seal between 
his ears and her rocky thigh. When she squeezed in orgasm, the 
seal grew tighter, the pinpoint pressure sound threatening to 
explode his eardrums, and when she finally let up as he regained 
consciousness it exploded in an agonizing pop, feeling as if it 
were sucking his brains out his ear canals.. The torture her legs 
were exacting on him was taking on a different angle every time 
she brought him to sleep with them.
	He ate her, she scissored him, he died, or so it felt. 
Every time he woke up, it would take longer and longer. He tried 
to stay under, but she'd let up just enough to allow air to sneak 
in around her muscular thighs and down inside her gripping labial 
lips to mix with her musk and fill his lungs and brain with 
enough oxygen to bring him back from the land of the scissored 
dead. And then she'd do it again.
	"Mmmm, Robbie, this is fun, isn't it?" she'd ask after 
coming for the 10th, 20th, millionth time, leaning up to look 
into his sweat-and-come soaked face, her eyes creamy-dreamy. "I 
just loooooooove to orgasm and scissor at the same time! 
Scissorgasm! Isn't that a cute name? Huh? Scissorgasm?!!"
	He couldn't even speak, the legs were so tight, so much was 
his mouth full of her suffocating muff. The hair didn't even feel 
like hair anymore in her pussy, it was as if his mouth were being 
filled with a thick, creamy sponge.
	As he awoke from the last scissorgasm, he felt an icy blast 
of air wash over his face and realized she'd let him go, finally, 
at long last. He slumped off the edge of the bed and rolled into 
a ball on the floor. His entire head was drenched with her, the 
shirtfront one big wet V of her cunny drippings.
	"Oh no you don't, we're just changing the lock on the old 
legjail," Susan laughed, pulling him up by the hair to lay him 
flat on his back on the bed, his head hanging over the end.
	She straddled his face, her world-class ass hovering inches 
above it, feet on the floor. He tried turning his head to the 
side, but she butted it with the rocky ridge of the inner left 
thigh, narrowing his face vertical and lining it up perfectly 
with her boiling crack. Before she'd straightened his head up, he 
caught a glimpse of the red glow of her nightstand clock - 2:45. 
She'd been scissoring and coming and drowning him inside her box 
for more than four hours.
	"Ple...." he started to say, the searing pain in his jaws 
stopping him as he realized it was the first time he moved his 
mouth other than to eat pussy in more than 240 minutes. He had 
lockjaw.
	"Don't talk with your mouthful, legjail slave slut," she 
hissed, reaching between her thick thighs to scoop his head and 
ram him face first into her sopping snatch. "Let the sentence 
resume!!"
	This time, she had him scissored in reverse, his mouth at 
her clit, his nose fucking her gaping hole, his eyes smeared shut 
by her succulent ass meat. In this position, he didn't pass out 
nearly as much, a welcome relief from the skull-splitting 
headache all that blood deprivation to the brain had given him. 
But now he had no relief, no excuse not to keep eating her and as 
she came, she kept him buried up her pussy and ass, occasionally 
slipping his mouth from her clit to attach like a vacuum to her 
hole, with the order to "Clean it!! Clean my pussy, lick up my 
juices!!"
	And he'd obey. He had to. He had to obey even as she 
impaled her spongy asshole on his nose, fucking herself slowly 
with it, as his long tongue scoured the muscled depths of her 
gripping pussy before slopping it out of her pussy to make him 
rim her deeply in the tight bunger before sliding him back down 
so he could continue eating at her clit. And making her come, and 
come, and come.....
	He pulled in vain at the muscled hams of her ass, trying to 
tear his face away. She laughed and squeezed harder. And came 
that much more frequently.
	"Ah, the night's legjail sentence is coming to an end, 
Robbie," she growled, letting him go and standing up over him. 
"Your night as the oral majority is over."
	Robbie's senses were dulled, all of them. He couldn't taste 
anything but her and even that was numbed, the constant barrage 
of pussy on his tongue rubbing him raw. His eyes stung and he 
realized he'd been locked in her ass embrace for so long, he'd 
grown used to the darkness. Then it dawned on him it wasn't the 
room light killing his eyes; a beam of sunrise's light knifed 
into his soul as he realized he'd been eating her pussy all night 
long. It was 6:30 a.m.
	"You were in my legjail for eight hours, Robbie," Susan 
laughed, slipping into a tiny pair of shorts and a t-shirt. "And 
I came, oh, God, I came at least 60-70 times!! That's not too 
bad! For the first night!!!"
	She let him get up and go to the bathroom. He went through 
the mechanics of pulling his cock out when he realized it was 
hard as a rock and had been for most of the last eight hours.
	"Piss hard-on Robbie?" 
	He jumped, startled that she was behind him, watching, 
smiling, leaning on the door, her muscular arms folded across her 
chest.	
	"It's not, you know, it's got nothing to do with it," she 
laughed. "You just reacted the way any man would spending eight 
hours in these."
	She patted her meaty, muscular thighs. Robbie winced as he 
looked at the meat of them quiver then set in stone. He tried to 
piss and nearly fell down from exhaustion. Susan finally left, 
giggling, and he pissed in peace.
	"Get in here," she growled from the bathroom.
	He obeyed. She lay on her side, her beautiful legs spread. 
She curled a finger at him.
	"Get over here, lie down and put your throat here," she 
said matter-of-factly, pointing to her rugged bottom thigh. "I 
need to get some sleep and so do you, and this is the best way to 
keep a thigh, er, eye on you."
	Like a whipped dog, Robbie staggered to the bed, lay down 
and fitted his throat over the ridged adductor. Susan dropped the 
top leg down and laced her ankles together. The scissors was 
tight on his throat, but loose enough to allow him to breath.
	"Wedge your hands in my legs," she said. "Put that one in 
my thighs, the other one in my calves."
	He obeyed again, and Susan hunkered her legs down a little 
tighter, trapping his hand in the thighs next to his ear, his 
other hand lower, in her chiseled calves. He was in her leggy 
pillory now, head and arms immobile in the wooden embrace of her 
sleep-deadened legs as she nodded off.
	"Don't even try....to get away...." she mumbled, letting 
slumber overtake her. "I'll feel it...and kill you...."
	Robbie didn't doubt her. He shut his eyes and went to sleep 
himself, knowing he would need the rest.

NEXT CHAPTER: "The Shopping Spree." Susan takes Robbie to the 
mall, all the while keeping him prisoner in her legjail.