The muffling was the first thing she heard. The silence was what actually woke her up though. The fog had been in and around her mind for awhile though, and she definitely couldn't see much nor make out much from what was in her vision. Complete darkness.
Brooke took a deep breathe in,
no need to panic...
The scent of cinnamon and nutmeg hit her softly, almost as if someone had just let a candle die out. She moved her head back and forth hopefully finding a source of light or something to open to see more... nothing. Rustling on her right turned her head in the direction, but she still couldn't see anything. She cracked her lips open and licked them to give some moisture to allow anybody to hear her.
"Uh, hello? Anybody there?" She tried to turn around to find that her hands were not freely moving as she had originally thought. Taking stock in her situation, her hands were tied above her and her legs were just dangling, unable to feel the ground. She wiggled hoping to feel something, anything.
"Well, I see you finally decided to grace us with your presence Young One." The voice was deep, and sounded rough on the edges, as if they had just smoked a pack of cigarettes. She froze. "Now, now Little One, there is no need to be worried. We're simply going to have a grand time today."
The cold air was starting to chill her more. She finally stopped thinking and starting taking complete stock of her surroundings. Her hands had been tied up in a Y-formation, and she couldn't feel the ground. The air was chilly, but not overly so to freeze in, but regardless, it could have been five more degrees warmer and she would have been fine. She couldn't see anything because there was something weighing in her eyes, a blindfold. Her hair had been pulled up into some form containing it, and she was naked except for a thong. The last she could tell since it was currently riding her ass quite heavily as if it were tied up to something above her.
"Whaaaa-aaat, whaaaaat is going on here? Why can't I move? Why can't I see anything?!" Her voice weak, and very fragile sounding. She gulped a dry swallow and tried to turn around in hopes to see anything. But nothing presented itself to her.
"Little One, you've been bad. You explicitly haven't followed directions given, so now, you're going to be disciplined for it. I have you tied up above the ground, and you're blind folded so you don't see what is going on around you. DO breathe though, I would never intentionally hurt you without purpose." The voice spoke close to her ear, she turned hoping to catch a glimpse of a face to match with the voice. Darkness only greeted her.
"Bad? What have I done that makes me deserve this?" She jerked on one hand in hopes of release.
"You didn't follow directions Little One. You simply needed to follow what I had told you. But you wouldn't, so you are currently here." His voice sounded a little farther away at the start, but ended right behind her left ear. His breathe smelled of cinnamon sticks and was warm to her chilly flesh.
A warm hand slowly rubbed on her ass, she jerked trying to get away only to realize she wasn't able to get away. She literally was trapped in the bindings. The palm had rough edges, as if the hand did work daily that wasn't sitting at a desk, or talking on the phone a lot. Slowly, her flesh warmed up as the voice moved back and forth with the palm, rubbing, massaging her butt.
The palm stopped and suddenly, impacted on her butt cheek. She yelped. The slap had hurt. But the palm started rubbing the spot again. The pain leaked away and warmth replaced the sting. It felt, good. Actually, better than good. It felt great. Again, another smack, this time on the other butt cheek. She muffled her yelp and as the hand molded itself to her flesh, she moaned.
"Little One, are you enjoying my spanking your ass," the voice whispered questioningly in her ear. "Do you enjoy it when you feel the warmth settle in... does it make you
wet?
The last word was whispered hauntingly as if it was no big secret that she was, indeed, starting to feel turned on.
"I, I do like it... It feels good." She cleared her throat after speaking the words. The hand vanished and smacked the first butt cheek again, and then the opposite, this time, the hand smacked her ass three times to each side before the voice stopped the movements and rubbed her butt cheeks. She felt the body mass behind her, still taller than her while she was tied up. The flesh on her ass was hot feeling, but felt absolutely pleasurable to her. She moaned and leaned her head back. The figure behind her moved closer and the rough denim pants scraped against her sensitive flesh. Hands worked their way up from behind her and pushed her into the front of them. Her breath wobbled for a second and continued.
"You like it when I smack your ass, how about when I play with your nipples. Will that make you wet, you think?" She nodded her agreement. Yes, yes it would.
The rough palms grabbed her C-cup breast roughly and pressed her body even more into the figure. Due to the hard cock on her butt cheeks, she finally figured that yes, this was a man, and a very large man to her small self. Her nipples were pinched and pulled and she felt like she was finally going to start dripping down her thighs. The ache went straight to her clitoris and she wanted to rub her ass and pussy onto the cock but she wouldn't move. She couldn't. She was tied.
"Little One... If I feel your pussy, are you going to be wet for me?" The raspy voice spoke quietly into her flesh. She nodded again. His hands slowly moved from her breast to the thong, moving it aside. The fabric made a sucking noise as it left her moist flesh and she could smell a musky smell from her pussy.
"Oh, you're definitely wet, you little whore. You like it when I discipline you and leave you no options. Such a good little slut." He stepped back. She started to shake in the pose. She wanted more. She wasn't done yet.
She felt a sudden jerk from the man and he was in front of her now and had ripped her thong right off her body. Her warm ass felt the tension of the thong stay until it finally gave way. The cold air hit the heat of her pussy and she squeaked in surprised. Rough fingers circled her clitoris and pressed into the labia below it making her tighten her pussy and relax it. She moaned.
"Well, someone IS wet from the lesson. If you were lowered I would allow you to suck my cock, but only good girls get that. Bad girls, on the other hand, get a rough fuck and don't get the choice of movement." He moved around her body. She tried to look backwards, hoping for ANY look from him, a glimpse, anything. Nothing.
His rough hand grabbed her hip and she felt him somehow press something to raise her higher. She lifted a bit and then felt the nudging end of his cock head at her pussy. She moaned, she wanted to be used. She wanted to be fucked like a little whore. She was a whore... so why not?
"Little One, I want you to cum on my cock when I tell you, but not a second before... is that understood? You don't decide. I do." She nodded her consent. He released the device holding her higher and she plopped right onto his big cock. The stretching choked her for a couple seconds and she breathed out a large sigh. His hands finally positioned themselves on her hips. Finally, when she had fallen completed all way down on his cock, he started thrusting in and out of her pussy.
