Taken by Desire Part 2

Your ass. It’s still pulsing around something ice cold, with hard edges. Ice cold, and wet. Ice. It’s a shocking revelation, but there’s no mistaking it. She put ice into your ass. And as her wet hand begins to train up the other leg, you can feel her hand is wrapped around something. You shiver again, already cold, and already certain that she’s about to do it again.

You brace yourself, focused on the tray at your chest. Your mind races between the ice, and the stinging in your thigh. Forcing your back firmly against the mattress, you hold your breath. You can’t stop shaking, and you can feel the tray rocking gently back and forth.

Clenching your eyes tightly, you force yourself to remain still. Her hand slowly creeps closer, brushing once more against your balls. She pauses, and you wait with heavy anticipation for her fingers to move across your ass. Except, there is no warning. No slow circles, no soft probing. Only fast force; cold ice shoved hard and fast inside you.

Once more your body jerks out of control. The tray falls. You try to cry out. And this time, the whip doesn’t land on your thigh. With perfect control, and three swift motions, the burning is now square across your cock.

You scream in pain and writhe against your restraints. Tears slip from your eyes and a guttural moan seems to echo through the room for several minutes.

Ignoring your anguish, she replaces the try. When she leans in to whisper, you can almost hear her laughing. “I don’t like to repeat myself boy. Don’t... Move.”

Cold and helpless, you lay spread-eagle, completely at her mercy. Your body is shivering violently, unable to expel the frozen cubes. The tray rocks dangerously on your chest. You’re almost certainly that one small jerk, one wrong movement, will send it spilling again.

But she doesn’t seem to care.

You begin to replace fear with anger. She’s doing this on purpose! She’s punishing you for her own actions. You don’t deserve to be punished! You’re trying to keep still. It’s not fair!”

This time, you can hear her chuckle as both hands draw wet lines up the inside of your legs. You shake your head violently, but the movement only seems to agitate the already unsteady tray. Biting down on the ball, you begin to curse at her. Mumbles and spittle that only feed her laughter.

She reaches your groin and traces one ice cube around the tip of your cock. The other, she uses to draw circles around the entrance of your ass. The cold causes you to tighten. You can feel the hard edges of the cube. Using every ounce of will you can muster, you prepare yourself for its violation.

You can almost feel her grin as she shoves it in, but then she keeps pushing. Deeper and harder. What was already there is forced deeper still. You groan and writhe, almost forgetting yourself in the tormenting pleasure she’s forcing upon you. The tray tilts and slowly slips. Your body freezes and you try desperate to counter the movement, resulting in it crashing to the other side.

You desperately try to beg through the gag and as she removes her hands from you, your body tenses against the blows you know are coming.

Only, this time, you don’t feel the sting of her whip. Instead, she brushes aside the tray and straddles your chest. She aggressively thrusts the other piece of ice hard into your ass, causing pain to stab through you. Non too gentle, she takes your cock into her hand and tightly strokes it up and down. Squeezing mercilessly, up and down. You spasm with each stroke of her hand, as she drives you painfully to an erection.

As you grow stiff in her hand, she pulls your cock forcefully towards her, and keeps squeezing and stroking. You attempt begging for mercy, but she ignores the muffled noises and uses her free hand to slap your balls. Each downward motion grows harsher. Your cock softens, and she squeezes it more.

Slapping and stroking, setting your cock and balls ablaze, she punishes you further. Harder and faster, relentless in her cruelty, she begins to breath hard and fast. Each scream torn from you seems to drive her sadistic hunger. Every jerk, every tremble brings her thighs tighter around your midsection.

She begins to grind her own body in rhythm with her hand strokes, violently pulling towards herself, as if she were trying to pull more length out of your searing flesh. She begins to moan, and pauses only briefly to push her panties aside and press her wet skin against your stomach.

Even her agonizing abuse isn’t enough for you to ignore the fact that she’s getting off on all this. Her wet cunt is going to cum all over your stomach. And you can’t help but want her to! You want to feel her juices on you, and while realizing this, you also noticed that your cock is beginning to grow hard.

Ice forgotten, try dismissed…you gasp as she strokes again, pulling and jerking, thrusting her hips forward. Oh god, yes, you moan. You can feel how hot her pussy is. You can feel her legs starting to shake. “Yes, oh god yes,” you whisper against the gag.

She stops slapping your balls and leans backwards, supporting herself with her now free hand. Her grip lessens slightly, distracted by her own pleasure. She moans herself and shudders, pushing her cunt hard against your stomach.

She leans forward, using your body as her own personal toy and grinds into you. Refusing to let go of your cock, it’s forced down between your thighs, tight against your hot sack. Her full weight bares down on it as she thinks only of her own pleasure, her own orgasm.

You cry out, enwrapped in pain. You want it to stop. You want… Oh god you can’t help it. You want her to cum on you! Cock throbbing and aching, you lose control of your own senses. Ignoring the consequences, you begin to thrust up into her. Her moan encourages you as you push back against her, giving her sweet pussy some resistance, something to drive her over the edge.

She trembles and gasps for air, exhausted with the effort and begins to slow to a stop. Gently rocking back and forth, she rubs the warmth of her own cum into your skin. Leaning into you, she rests for a moment before abruptly getting off your and flicks your very hard cock with her fingers.

You wince as she does so, and it’s almost unbelievable how hard you are. Your own cock is soaked with pre-cum, and beneath the agonizing pain, is another kind of hot throbbing. A pulsing need. Oh god how you want to cum. And you want her to do it!

Your head reels and you try to shake off the thoughts, but they too are relentless. There’s no escape. She’s made you delirious with want, and now you want her to finish it.

Except, she lets go of your hard cock. She picked up the try, replaces it on your chest and moves away. When her hands return, once again they are cold and wet…

You groan and shiver. She can’t be serious!

She leans over you as her hands reach the top of your inner thighs. You can feel her breath on your cock, making it pulse with a life of it’s own. She nips the head with her teeth, making you gasp, then shoves a handful of ice into your ass.

A new kind of pain emerges. Cold and hard, cubes slide effortlessly deeper. You can feel each one shifting anew with each added cube. As they shift, the cold causes you to shiver, to tighten up. Your ass is so full of ice she has to push harder to get cubes in. How many does she have?

Too full. You can’t take anymore. She thrusts her finger in and wiggles it around. Discomfort and pain, mingled with a strange pleasure. Her hand pulls back. You hear strange noises between your legs and realize she has a bowl of ice placed there on the bed.

This time, as she shoves in an ice cube, she sucks the entire head of your cock into her mouth. It hurts so bad you want her to stop, but she keeps suckling. Soreness melts into pleasure. You thrust your hips towards her mouth, needing more.

The pain is ignored. All that matters is your deep need for release.

She bites down, giggles as you cry out and jerk. Except this time, you catch yourself before knocking the tray off your chest. She suckles some more, reaching to squeeze the balls you’re sure are bruised black and blue by now.

You gasp again and try to ignore the pain. She’s trying to make you lose control. She’s trying to make you knock the tray off again so she can punish you more. She’s trying but you’re not going to let her win. Not this time!

You brace yourself, taking deep breaths and focusing on just two things. Ignore the pain, and don’t let that try fall.

Each time you jerk, each time you feel it rock, you press yourself hard into the mattress. You bite down on the ball gag, and cry out into it, but you’re determined not to let her make that tray fall.

Minute after agonizing minute, bite after bite, torment by torment, you keep as still as you possibly can. Your cock is on fire, your ass is by now a frozen waste land, and you feel as if you’re going to burst open.

Every sense is in a state of confusion. Your body has grown overly sensitive to every touch, brush of breath, and sharp nip of her mouth. You can feel the room begin to spin. Then, as quickly as it began, she stops.

Breathing hard and shallow, you take the momentary pause to catch your breath and try to force your body to stop trembling. A cool wetness beneath your hips is almost irritating. Your pulsing arousal is now mixed with a throbbing ache. You’re not sure if you want her to stroke you, or cut it off.

And then she’s there, removing the tray and straddling your chest. She slowly removes the blindfold. Her eyes dance with mischief as she watches your eyes focus on first her face, then around the room where she’s been keeping you.

You notice that you’re not in the same motel room, but are too worn down to care. You look back at her, and half smile while taking her in. She’s very attractive, and surprisingly enough rather petite. Not what you expected at all by the way she’s handled you.

“Are you going to behave,” she inquires in an innocent manner.

You can’t help but laugh, and nod your head. She may sound sweet and innocent, but the lingering remnants of her treatment made a large contradiction.

“Good,” she chuckles and bounces off the bed. “I’m going to remove the gag too, but you’re not going to yell, are you now?” She moves to the side of the bed, and softly brushes her fingers across your forehead. “Cause, I’m sure your jaw is sore by now, and I’d hate to have to give you a bigger gag.”

Her voice, soft and melodic is laced with a sense of commanding authority. She expects to have it her way, and nothing less.

You nod your head, and as the ball comes out you can’t help but move your jaw back and forth, and open and closed a few times. “Thank you,” you nearly whisper.

“You’re welcome slave.”

Slave. The word caught you completely off guard. Your eyes dart to meet hers, in hopes she just taunting you. But crystal and clear, she meant what she said.

“I’m not a slave,” you rasp. Your throat is sore and raw, and you’re in desperate need of a drink. But you’re not about to let that get in your way.

She laughs at you, and walks around all three open sides of the bed, her hand tracing an outline of your body.

“Oh, but you are!” She coos, completely amused by the situation.

You open your mouth to protest, but she puts her fingers across your lips and gives you a warning glance, nodding to the ball gag.

“Now,” she begins in a more serious tone. “Here’s the deal. Your friends arranged for all of this.” Her hands swing around the room before resting on the bed beside you. Leaning forward, she whispers into your ear. “They know you want this. They know how miserable you’ve been, and they arranged for me… to have you.”

“No,” you shake your head, not quite believing what you’re hearing. “I don’t want…”

“Silence boy!” She interrupts you with a quick slap to your cock.

You cry out, and bite your lip against the pain. “You bitch!”

She walks back to the other side of the bed and quickly picks up the ball gag. Shaking your head frantically, eyes unable to stray from the gag, you clench your lips tightly shut and mumble nuh-uh… mmm-mmhm!

“I thought you said you weren’t going to yell,” she questions him, not really waiting for an answer. “You can’t deny you’ve enjoyed my using you.” Her eyes indicate the spot on your stomach where she had earlier cum all over you.

Your cheeks flush as you avert your eyes. Swallowing hard, you hope she doesn’t notice the way your cock responded to her reference. But, her chuckle tells you otherwise.

“You’re mine now,” she continues. “Just as Jeremy belong to Mistress Diedra, and Alan,” she pauses as sighs. “Dear sweet Alan, now there’s a good slave.” She smiles down at you affectionately. “Alan is Mistress Elaina’s property. Did you know?”

Speechless and unsure what to say, you shake your head no. None of this makes any sense. They’re your friends. They’re not slaves. They don’t belong to anyone! Hell, they aren’t even dating anyone! Except… You shake your head again. No. It’s not possible. The only time they don’t go straight home from work is when they’re going to visit their buddy Dom.

Dom. Dominatrix. Your lips part to speak, but against you’re not sure what to say. It has to be wrong. There’s just no way. Her laughter fills the room and she walks over to the far wall. She knocks on it, and it begins to slide away. No, not slide away. It’s being pulled away from the rest of the room, opening it to a large dungeon.

You can’t stop staring. People, dressed in every costume imaginable, are everywhere. In once corner, a woman cries out as she’s bent over a table and fucked from behind, her leash in the hands of a man standing next to her. In another area, someone in a hood is tied to a cross and being flogged. Most people are engaged in conversation, and others are enacting strange scenes out of what seems to be a porn flick.

And through it all, everyone seems to be happy. Smiles and laughter, moans mixed with cries and screams. It’s mesmerizing. Your eyes take it all in, forgetting the woman standing next to you. Forgetting… that you are bound naked to a bed, for all these people to see.

Until it happens. Your eyes meet those of your friends. Shock and embarrassment mingle with rage. They arranged for all this! They are the reason you’re tied down and in pain. They’re the reason your cock…

Your cock. Your naked cock. They both grin, as if they know what’s going through your head. Yes, you are bound naked to a bed for them to see.

They watch with amusement as the women who says she now owns you bends over and starts to suck on your cock. Her tongue twirling around the head, her hand stroking the full length of your growing hardness.

“No. Please,” You rasp. “I can’t…Don’t… Oh god,” you groan, eyes rolling back into your head. You need to cum. You want to cum! “Please, I need it,” you beg. Your hips thrust up towards her mouth, trying desperately to take more from her lips and fingers. “Please, let me cum,” your voice has become breathless.

Her warm breath dances across your skin as she chuckles with you against her tongue. She takes your cock fully into her mouth, then slowly pulls away, sucking hard against your skin.

“You’re mine,” she grins, dragging her fingers across your wet cock. “Say it slave.”

“I’m not…Oh god, Please!” You beg her. “Please let me fucking cum!”

“That’s no way to talk to your Mistress,” another woman’s voice chides. “She’s been good to you, after all. Taking you into her possession, willing to train you. You should respect her.”

The woman you’ve been with draws your attention back to her by dragging a whip across your chest. “Yes slave, you must learn your place.”

“No,” you shake your head frantically. “No, please don’t. I’ll be quiet! I won’t say a word!”

“Ah, but I want you to speak boy!” She laughs and allows the whip to uncoil. “And you, want to feel my lash.”

Before you have a chance to argue, she’s already releasing the whip to crash across your cock. You cried out and shake violently. Another strike, and suddenly you’re face is being straddled by the other woman.

She forces her cunt onto your mouth, muffling your screams. Her hands braced on your chest, she begins to grind into you. Sweet wetness touches your lips and draws your tongue towards it.

“You like to feel a cunt against you, don’t you slave?” Your new Mistress pauses her whip, and runs her fingers across your stomach where she had been sitting earlier. “Do you like this slave’s cunt, boy? Do you want more of it?”

Smothered in wetness and hot flesh, you’re helpless to resist. It’s true. You’ve always had a fetish for pussy. Any way you could get it. Even long after a woman’s desire had passed. Long past her endurance for sex. You had never had enough.

Your Mistress laughs again, and cracks her whip across your inner thigh. You gasp and groan, but soon you’re too engrossed in the girl sitting on your face to care. Let her whip you all she wants, as long as you can suck and nibble on her pussy.

Groans turn to moans, and it isn’t long before your cock is standing hard and erect. Even the occasional striking of the whip doesn’t interrupt the pulsing. Oh god how badly you want more!

You nuzzle harder into the girl, your mouth completely enveloped by her wet cunt. She squirms against you, leaning forward just a bit more, giving you all of herself. Her breathing quickens, and her moans become whimpers. She trembles with each lick.

Yes, you’re sure of it, she’s about to cum. And you want her to. You want her to cum into your mouth. You want to feel the warm sweetness drip down your tongue and into your throat. You press your face harder into her, thinking only of how much you want her to cum.

It takes your by surprise to hear her crying out. Not in ecstasy as she should be. But rather, for permission!

“Please Master,” she begs breathlessly. “Please, may I cum?”

A man’s voice somewhere unknown. “Beg for it slut!”

“Oh god, please Master! Please I can’t… I need,” she pants breathlessly. Her body trembles as she digs her nails into your chest. She groans in agony, her muscles strained with the effort.

You slow down your tongue, knowing she needs to prolong orgasm and receive a sharp stabbing pain on the inside of one of your thighs. You can’t be sure, but your Mistress is holding what feels like a sharp poker and dragging it towards… No. She wouldn’t put that in your ass! But her hands keep moving it closer.

“Don’t you dare back off of her slave,” she snaps at you. Sharp and hard, the strange object moves ever closer to your ass.

Scared that she might actually jab that in you, you quickly begin lapping at the girl’s pussy. She whimpers and cries out, clenching her nails into your chest once more. She’s on the edge, and her pleas for release seem to be falling on her Master’s deaf ear.

“Please Master,” she screams, gritting her teeth together. “Please let me cum! I’ll be a good girl, I swear I will!” Whimpers and cries part gasping breaths. “Please Master, I need it!”

Without warning, her body is racked with violent tremors and she moans and cries out. Her cum, hot and sweet, floods into your mouth. You’re helpless to resist and take it all in. She nearly collapses on your chest, panting and exhausted, but you refuse to stop eating at her. You haven’t been told it’s ok to stop, and you fear that poking rod you’d felt not long ago.

And as you lick and ravish the girl’s now tender and overly sensitive pussy, you feel more movement. This time, it’s your Mistress, hovering her own cunt over your hard and very aching cock.

“Do you want to cum slave?”

Mouth full of pussy, all you can do is try to nod your head.

“You’re mine,” she hisses, slamming her pussy hard down onto you. You groan and try to cry out, but it’s impossible. Once more, you’re completely helpless at her hands as she rides you hard.

All you can do is suck and swallow the cunt on your mouth, and thrust your hips up to meet your Mistress’ movements. If she told you to beg, you would. If she told you to say you were hers, you would. Nothing mattered, except a desperate need, and an excitement you didn’t know was possible.

Trembling from your own climax, you explode inside her pussy. The intensity drawing your teeth down onto the girl sitting on your mouth. You hear her cry out in pain, but somehow you know… it’s not different then when your cock was bitten earlier.

You feel your body shaking as your Mistress moves off you. The slave girl also moves away, and you watch her move towards an unknown man. He brushes her cheek softly, and she smiles up at him shyly. You’re not sure what he’s saying to her, but when she nuzzles her face against his chest, his hand reaching to stroke her hair, you can’t help but smile.

But for you, it’s not yet over as your new Mistress isn’t finished with you yet. She makes that perfectly clear when she straddles her own cunt over your mouth and commands you.

“Clean me out slave.”

“Oh god,” you moan, pressing your face against her. Delicious, sweet pussy, dripping down into your mouth. Except, it’s mixed with your own cum. Bitter and salty, but it doesn’t matter. At this point, you’ll do anything she wants you to, as long as you can have her cunt.

“Tomorrow night,” she croons, stroking your cock gently. “I’m going to strap you down and make you eat every pussy in the building. You’d like that, wouldn’t you slave?”

All you can do is nod your head, and moan against her. You didn’t think it was possible, but your cock was already growing hard again. Would it ever end? Would this woman ever stop using you?

You already knew the answer, and now understand why your friends are always so anxious to go visit this Dom they kept speaking of.

Taken by Desire Part 1

Footsteps echoing across the pavement, you slowly make your way through the open corridor. Door by door, your eyes seek out three metal numbers indicating the source of your dread. Much like a blind date, your stomach turns with each step, pulling you closer to an unknown. One you hadn’t planned on. One… you are tempted to turn away from.

Thoughts and memories replay through your mind. You shake your head, still uncertain how you let your friends talk you into this. It’s certainly nothing you’d ever imagined yourself doing. And yet… the appeal lingers, pulling at some strange arousal you can’t quite grasp.

It’d been over a year since you lost her. A lonely, somewhat reckless year. Alcohol and chaos surrounded by darkness and bleakness. The old saying “It is better to have loved and lost, then never loved at all” was all too familiar. And all too wrong. Even now, the bitterness and pain were too much to think about, and yet too deeply ingrained to completely put aside.

Maybe they were right. Maybe… Just maybe… It was time to do something. Anything. And what better way then to do something so completely out of character, such as now. Your steps falter. Who are you kidding? You can’t do this. Can you?

With nervous fingers, you remove a small piece of paper from your coat pocket.
Room 107
8:00pm
Do not be late

Not much to go off of. Even the elongated writing didn’t tell much about this stranger you were about to meet. Taking a deep breath, you replace the note and once again move towards the doorway.

Room 105 passes by and your stomach spins around faster. Your pulse races as you move to face your stop, hand raising up so you can look at the time. In truth, you’re looking for another excuse to not knock on the door. You’re looking for a way out, but your stubbornness keeps reminding you that a commitment was made. But a commitment for what exactly?

Your eyes are drawn to an envelope pinned to the door, near the knocker. Unsure, you take it down and read a familiar handwriting.
Walk away now, or no looking back.

What did that mean? Your mind races. It’s like a blind date, only better! Your friends were relentless in their persistence. Time and again you told them no. There was no way you were going to meet a strange woman at some motel outside of town. It was insane to even consider such an offer! And yet, here you were… Staring blankly at an unopened envelope.

Walk away… Closing your eyes, you can see the words floating across your vision. Yes, you whisper to yourself. This is ridiculous. You should just walk away. But, your legs didn’t budge. As if they had a mind of their own, your fingers slowly pry the envelope apart, remove the paper and begin to unfold it.

It’s not too late, your mind reels. Walk away.
Step inside, hang up your coat
To your right, is a blindfold
Cover your eyes
And wait…

Swallowing hard, your hand reaches for the doorknob. Once more, thoughts of retreat pass through your mind. Noted… Dismissed.

Silence.

Stepping inside, the room is dimly lit with candles spread randomly throughout. Glancing around, your first thought is you’re alone. She must have stepped out. Maybe it was all just some elaborate prank. Turn around and leave, a voice in your head replays. You glance to the side, and see two hooks. The first is empty, but quickly filled by your coat. The second, dangles a cloth blindfold waiting to be tied around your head.

Without thought, without realizing it, the door is closed and somehow your eyes are cloaked in darkness and you’re standing sill. You hear nothing, but the air is suddenly full of a strange energy. Once more, thoughts of retreat echo and fade.

A soft touch glides down your arm, barely noticeable through your shirt. A shiver spreads from the sensation throughout your body. Taking a trembling breath, you try to search for whoever is near you.

“Who’s there?” You weakly manage. Silence.

She takes your hand and guides you several uncertain steps, into the middle of the room. Dim halo’s of dancing light peer through the blindfold, but reveal nothing. You can hear her soft footsteps on the carpet and realize she’s no longer standing near you.

A strange noise catches your attention and you move your head in its direction. “What’s going on?”

A jolt of surprise springs through you as something slips onto your wrist and your arm is pulled behind your back. Quickly, before you even have time to process what’s happening and pull away, she binds both hands together.

“Wait a minute,” you protest, spinning yourself around. You try to pull free of the bindings, but they only seem to tighten. A whisper of a laugh brushes across your ear. You whip around again, unsure where she’s at, or what to do.
Breathing deeply, your mouth opens to yell, but it quickly filled with something hard. Skilled hands buckle the gag firmly into place, ignoring your struggling and jerks. Suddenly, you’re filled with a sense of helplessness… and panic. This wasn’t part of the deal!

There was no deal; your inner voice seems to mock you. But it’s the truth. No one told you what to expect. No one said anything about what was going to happen. They just grinned with secret knowledge, promising you an incredible night.

Pulse racing, you try to back away from whoever this stranger was. Find the door. A window. Signal somehow that you were being…Being what? Kidnapped? You came to this place on your own accord. Held prisoner? What did you think was going to happen when you entered and put on a blindfold?

Butterflies quickly turned into waves of anxiety. You couldn’t hear her, but you know she was still there, in the room, somewhere. Taking slow steps backwards, you try to get your bearings, but you’ve moved around so much every direction is no where.

Another step backwards and without warning you’re stumbling and falling onto the bed. She’s there, as if she knew where you’d end up, waiting to slip your feet through loops and pulling them tightly to the corners of the bed.

Dazed. Confused. Scared…You’re prey to her will. A whimper? A groan? A shiver.

She’s wrapping something around your wrists again, and as she releases one binding, another quickly pulls both your arms up and out. You try to protest again, but only find a ball blocking your way.

Tied down, spread eagle on the bed, all you can do is lay there and wait. There’s no point in struggling. Whatever’s used to bind you only seems to tighten. Silence.

For what seems like an eternity, uncertain of what’s to come, you lay there and try to think of some way to get loose. Every noise draws your attention, but nothing reveals who this stranger is, where she may be, or what she intends to do. Horrible images of torture and death dance on the edge of your consciousness.

Stars sparkle brightly, a sweet aroma drifts through the air. For a moment, you’re floating in a dream. Peace and calm… followed by a brief moment of panic and realization, just before slipping into a dark oblivion.

Soft music calls to you. Mozart strings his melody around your body, pulling you slowly into a wakeful consciousness. Your eyes dart open and are blocked by blackness. You groan, remembering where you are. And a dull ache at your wrist and ankles let you know that you are still very much, her prisoner.

The bed moves and hands glide their way from your shoulder down to your hips. Your body shivers as you realize something’s changed. Something’s different, and you… are not only her helpless captive, but naked as well.

You try to speak. Jaws tighten and release, aching with strain around the ball gag. She softly laughs and drags her nails up the side of your body. Why won’t she speak? Why won’t she tell you what she wants? Why is this happening?!

Because let it. Once more, your own voice mocks you with the truth.

Her soft hands caress your skin, tracing every line and curve of your arms, chest and stomach. She drags her nails across your waistline, softly chuckling as you squirm. You try to somehow move away, to no avail. But worse still, you try to deny that she is slowly taunting you into arousal.

It’s not uncommon for a rape victim’s body to respond to it’s attacker. You’re not sure how, or why, the thought crosses your mind. You try to shake it away, telling yourself it’s not true, but there’s no denying the fact that as she touches you, your cock is growing harder.

As if reading your thoughts, she pushes her hand down your stomach and into your groin. First, she tangles her fingers in the hair and gently pulls and tugs them away. You can’t help it. Your hips move on their own, rocking upwards towards her. Taking a shaky breath, you groan against the gag.

You can’t help it. You can’t deny it. Your body wants her to take it in her hand. And somehow, you know… she knows it.

Taking her time, she draws her fingers in lazy circles, inches above your hardness. Splaying her fingers, she pushes down, making sure to move on both sides of you, but not touch. Even as you rock towards her, she pulls back and teases your hair once more.

She giggles and for a brief moment her touch leaves your skin. But it isn’t long before your body trembles once more, her fingernails tracing the inside of your thigh. Up and down, slightly brushing your sack, but being careful not to actually touch it.

Your cock, hard and swollen, throbs in rhythm with your pulse. Fear is swallowed by need. Please, for heaven’s sake, why doesn’t she just get it over with?!

And why… do you want her to so badly?

The bed creaks and she moves away from you. You can hear her movement, but aren’t sure exactly what she’s doing. You shiver, your imagination once again throwing random images of brutality.

Moments turn into minutes, and minutes turn into the door opening… and locking closed. Silence.

There’s no doubt in your mind that she has left you alone in the room. Naked, aching with an unwanted, but desperate need you suddenly become afraid again. Not afraid of what she’s going to do to you, or how you’re going to get out of this mess. No, this is a new fear.

You should be relieved that she’s gone. Maybe that was all there was to it, and embarrassing as it might be, all that would be left to do would be wait for the maid to find you and cut you free. Should… but aren’t. No, you’re afraid of something you shouldn’t even be thinking.

Is she coming back?

And it’s not that you’re scared she’s going to come back. You’re scared that she might not.

Anger and frustration mingle with the unknown. This woman tied you up against your will. She drugged you, and stripped you bare. She made you her prisoner and made you think dreadful things were going to happen. And you… were afraid she wasn’t going to come back.

You begin to move your head against the bed, hoping to somehow pry the blindfold loose. If you could just get a glimpse of where you were. Maybe you could make sense of this. Maybe you could figure out what to do.

But did you really want to do anything?

Cursing yourself, you try to silence the voice in your head. It’s ridiculous. There’s no way you wanted this to happen. It’s insane to even think that you could ever want a stranger, that you didn’t even know what she looked like, to…

To what? Have sex with you against your will? Keep you as her prisoner and do whatever she wanted with you?

Pulsing. Throbbing. Aching. Nothing you could say or do would change the fact that you were more aroused now then you’d ever been in your life. Secretly, you’d always wished the women in your life would be more aggressive in the bedroom. But, not like this!

Silence.

Frustrated, you struggle against your bindings, only pulling them tighter. Sharp pain slices through your joints and you scream against the gag, letting your body relax. Well, most of it.

There was no mistaking the arousal in your loins, or how hot and hard your cock had become. And even worse, there was no denying how desperately you wished she would come back… and finish the job.

Silence.

“UGH! Fucking bitch! Get back here and either untie me, or make me fucking cum!” It doesn’t matter that gurgles and mumbles are all that come out. You can’t help it.

More time passes by, and your mind still lingers on the feel of her touch. You try to block it out, try to rid yourself of this strange arousal, but your body won’t have any of it. Still afire, it wants more.

Time loses itself when you’re alone and unable to move. Thoughts move at a racing pace, then the next minute they seem to float by in slow motion. You can’t help but wonder how long you’ve been here alone, or how long it’ll be until someone either finds you, or she comes back.

Your stomach growls, and for a moment you’re able to forget your situation and wonder how you’re going to get something to eat. IF, you’re going to get something to eat. And for a fleeting moment, you seem to come to your senses and worry about your predicament.

Groaning against the gag, you try to shift on the bed. Being in one position for so long is starting to make your body stiff and achy. You cringe as your restraints bite into your skin, and slam your head against the mattress in frustration. Growling, you bite down on the gag; the only act of resistance you can do without adverse affects.

Then you hear it. A soft click. You freeze, not sure what to do. Part of you shivers with anticipation, your cock stiffening once more. There’s no telling how long you’d been unconscious to start with, and added to the length of time you’d been left alone, it could be the maid coming to clean the room.

You brace yourself, almost afraid the next thing you’re going to hear is a shocked scream. Mind reeling with thoughts of explanation, excuses to explain your unusual condition, you’re oblivious to your surroundings until a hand presses down against your cock, forcing his flat between your thighs.

You jump with shock and swallow groan. Mixed feelings surround her return and you try not to focus on the various what ifs your imagination is throwing at you.

Movement in the room seems louder then it had before, and suddenly a coldness is being laid across your chest. No, not across… On. Round and hard. Metal perhaps? The gag is loosened and pulled away. A glass is being carefully pressed to your lips, and water softens your dry mouth. Gratefully, you drink it down, every drop offered to you.

Taking a deep breath, all you can manage is a breathless “Thank you.” And rest your head back against the bed.

She doesn’t answer, and before you can even contemplate calling out, she reaches her hand down and squeezes your balls hard. You gasp and feel the ball gag being forced through your teeth and strapped on tight.

You groan against it, and try to protest, but once more all that comes out are strange sounds that even you can’t make heads or tails of.

The tray on your chest clanks as something is put down on it. And again. You can feel it slightly wobble as you breath in and out, but it’s large enough that it stays in place. Clenching your eyes tight, you listen for her to move away then begin to squirm. Sure enough, the tray rocks and it doesn’t take much before you feel it slip sideways and clutter on the bed beside you.

Sharp and quick, pain pinpoints across your inner thigh, leaving a hot red streak burning across your flesh. You try to cry out, and feel yet another stripe. A third leaves it mark, this time coming every so close to your cock that your entire body tenses, waiting in dread of where the next one will fall.

You jump as her lips brush next to your ear, whispering in hiss. “Be. Still.” She emphasizing each word individually, the replaces the tray and whatever objects fell with it.

Your heart feeling like it’s ready to leap through your throat, you tremble on the bed. Your leg stings, but for the moment your thoughts are frozen on the tray, afraid to move for fear it might accidentally fall off.

Her hand reaches for your foot and slides up the full length of your leg. Her skin is wet and cold as it moves slowly towards your inner thighs. You shiver as she brushes your sack, then moves down towards the bed, pressing down towards your ass.

Her wet finger makes a slow circle, applying slight pressure. Your body tightens, but you can feel her fingernail slowly penetrating. The tip of her finger lingers for a moment before she retracts it, and forcing something hard and freezing into your ass. You gasp and without thought jerk upwards, once more sending the tray flying to the side.

Shaking your head, you desperately try to apologize. You didn’t mean to! You were trying to hold still. You couldn’t help it!

Your ass clenched tightly, you shiver with the coldness. But it’s soon forgotten as once more you’re feeling fiery stripes across your thigh. Three more, dangerously close to your cock.

Again, she replaces the tray and the objects, and leans in to hiss at you. “I said… Be. Still.”

Desperately you try to communicate with her. Futile are your gagged efforts. Your entire body shivers. But it’s not fear driving it. No. You’re shivering because you’re suddenly overwhelmed with a cold sensation