The Crimson Web hummed softly around Ananya as Vikram helped her step into the centre of the crimson chamber. He held her hand firmly, guiding her naked body under the descending golden ropes.
“Stand right here, my love,” he murmured, voice low and possessive. He positioned her exactly where the sensors would detect her, then pressed a button on the remote. The ropes came alive instantly, wrapping around her wrists first, pulling her arms gently but firmly behind her back and binding them tight. Next they circled her ankles and thighs, spreading her legs impossibly wide. The ropes lifted her smoothly off the floor, raising her higher and higher until she hung several feet above the ground, completely weightless. Her back arched dramatically as the ropes squeezed her heavy breasts and forced them forward. A thin rope slipped between her lips to muffle her moans, while two thick, self warming appendages rose from the floor and pressed against her dripping pussy and tight ass, sliding in slowly and expanding gently to fill her completely.
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