She was in a fog. It was taking a while to put coherent thoughts in her head.
Kate had been at her ad agency party to celebrate the landing of their biggest contract ever. Kate had been a major architect of the coup and was celebrated and toasted repeatedly.
Kate vaguely remembered being so drunk that her bosses insisted on getting her a ride home.
She had not made it home.
She was now tied up on a bed, her hands apart and bound. Her legs were spread. She was blindfolded.
She was naked.
She was scared.
Kate heard whispers. Someone approached. There had been soft music and it suddenly stopped.
A voice came through speakers and said, "We are going to have our way with you. If you cooperate you will survive unharmed and un-scarred. If not....?"
The word "un-scarred" caught her full attention. She was not particularly vain but was proud of her body. Kate's breasts were just enough larger than average to bring her some attention. She did not think of herself as pretty but as pleasing to look at. Kate was athletic enough to have a good body for a thirty something year old woman.
She did not want scars.
Kate decided to cooperate the best she could and hope for survival with a minimal amount of pain.
Their next move caught her by surprise. After lifting and cradling her head, someone was holding what smelled like mouthwash to her lips. She sipped and confirmed that's what it was. Kate rinsed her mouth and then wondered where to spit. A cup was placed under her lips and I spat into it. The process was repeated and the strange taste in her mouth was gone.
Another surprise, a straw was placed to her lips. Kate sipped. It was orange juice. She drained the glass. Another cup was placed to her lips. It was coffee. She took a sip. It was just how she liked it, one cream, and one sugar.
Kate began to suspect that these people knew her well.
As soon as she finished the coffee Kate announced that she needed to pee. A bowl was placed between her thighs and she let out a long stream. After I finished someone patted her pussy dry. A damp washcloth was applied to her face then to her pussy.
The person with the washcloth had their face just above her mound and Kate could feel their breath. The washcloth was removed and was replaced by lips and tongue.
Kate tried to remain as calm as possible, reminding herself that she had not been hurt but in fact had been treated with consideration.
Her pussy began to react. She did not want it to react but the lips and tongue were very skillful. They knew exactly how to treat a pussy, actually bringing Kate to the edge of an orgasm.
Before she lost all control the mouth was withdrawn and a naked male body meshed into hers. She felt the head of a dick part the folds of her pussy lips. She felt a hand on her right breast. She felt lips kissing her cheeks, her forehead, and her lips.
Kate did not kiss back; after all she thought, she was being raped.
Slowly the head of the dick entered her. It had her open like few had before. Her pussy began to lubricate itself even more, looking forward to its complete invasion.
