I couldn't see anything at all. The blindfold I was forced to wear made sure of that. I found myself naked with my back firmly against some sort of solid structure. My wrists were bound and tied securely above my head in either direction, while my ankles were also bound and tied, forcing me into a spread eagle position. There was no room to move, no chance of escape.
"What do you want with me?! I can give you money." A feeling of helplessness was beginning to take hold.
"I don't want your money, you pathetic piece of shit!" The hissing female voice came from about six feet directly in front of me.
"Then, what the hell do you want?!" I frantically asked. "My car?! Jewelry?! What?!"
"Don't worry; you'll figure it out soon enough." Her threatening tone gave way to a sinister laugh.
Suddenly, there was silence. I tried to concentrate and listen for any sounds that might tell me what she was planning next, but all I could hear was the sound of my heartbeat and my frantic breathing. Without my sight, the silent treatment was maddening.
"What do you want?!?" I shouted, trying to elicit some type of a response.
"But you already know what I want. Just say the word."
"That's the problem. I don't know what you want! What word?!"
She pressed something pointy against my chest. Was it a stick? Some type of weapon? There was no way for me to know, and then, she smacked me with it. Whack! Whatever it was, it stung like a son of a bitch as it made contact with my chest.
"Fuuuuck!" I yelped as I struggled against my restraints to no avail.
"Did that jog your memory?" I could feel her nails rake across the area of my chest she had just assaulted.
"How should I know?!" I yelled back in desperate frustration. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about!"
"Okay, have it your way." She landed another shot near the first one. Whack!
"Holy shit, that stings!!!" I could feel the burning sensation from the welt that was undoubtedly already forming on my chest.
"Still got amnesia? Damn, that's unfortunate. One word could make all of this stop." Before I could protest, I felt her hand cupping my testicles and slowly applying pressure. "These seem like they might be important to you."
"Oh god! Please... please no!" I begged. She was far from applying full strength, but it was already beginning to get uncomfortable down there.
I felt her grip soften a bit and then move from my sack to my cock. She squeezed it gently with her bare hand, and I felt the involuntary rush of blood between my legs as it came to life. My body tensed as she gripped my shaft at the base and tugged gently downward in a milking motion.
"What... What are you doing?!" I had no idea what to expect next. Her hand on my cock felt incredible compared to being hit with a stick.
Without warning, she placed her lips around my tip and began to suckle gently. There was no mistaking that warm and wet feeling as her tongue swirled around my head. My cock quickly swelled to full size as she exploited my hypersensitivity. Being fully incapacitated with no chance for escape only served to heighten the experience. It was a simultaneous cocktail of ecstasy and torture. I groaned loudly as the sensory overload took its toll; my whole body was clenched and begging for release. Finally, she pulled my head from her mouth with an audible popping sound, and it stood at attention.
"Now... Is there anything you want to tell me?" She was persistent in her efforts to break me down, but to what end? I feared how far she might take this, how much pain she might inflict.
"I've told you, I don't know what you're talking about! How can I tell you what I don't know?!"
I felt her hand caress the side of my face. "I will help you remember."
