Transformation

Felicia began to awaken, groggily, slowly becoming aware of She's surroundings. As she did, she realized something was not right. She started to sit up and realized She can't, that She wrists was bound, firmly holding She arms in place. It's then that She felt the light, silky pressure at She wrists. The bonds did not hurt but, after a few more attempts to free them, she realized she couldn't.

She began to felt a tingle of worry but She mind was still hazy and it's really not fear She felt, not yet. Quick movements of She legs indicated they, too, was bound, her legs spread slightly and ankles held in place. She felt something light and silky against her skin, covering her body. She felt it shift against her back, breasts and hips, over the tops of her thighs, and she realized it must have been some kind of light nightgown. She couldn't see and felt light pressure over her eyes and in her hair, as if She was blindfolded.

She still didn't feel entirely awake but she was certain she wasn't wearing the nightgown or blindfold the last she recalled. She wondered vaguely how she ended up wearing it, then wondered where she was for that matter. She started to took more note of her surroundings. There was a very light breeze, but it came from above not from the side. She was laying on something very soft and she noticed that it extended well beyond She outstretched arms and legs. A bed, then. She began to think, in embarrassment and slight horror, that she may have had

way

too many drinks last night and gone home with someone.

That didn't feel right, though. She remembered being at the bar with friends, but remembered nothing whatsoever about a male companion. She remembered some very attractive men, but didn't remember talking to anyone but her friends. She began to feel afraid again, yet she was unharmed. While she didn't recall changing into the nightgown, and certainly didn't remember being tied up, she felt nothing that made her believe she'd had sex. She felt relief at that, but then wondered again where she was and what she did last night.

She took more note of her surroundings, then, tried to get a sense of where

here

was exactly. She remembered nothing about leaving the bar. While she didn't feel injured, she certainly wasn't free to go anywhere, and she was apparently in bed, wearing only a silk gown.

What the hell?

Focusing more on trying to figure out where she was and what was going on, she realized she wasn't alone! She heard soft breathing, not close enough that she felt anyone's body heat, but not far away either. The breathing was very soft and she wouldn't have heard it otherwise. She began to feel afraid, again, but with it a tingle of....something else. Whoever was in the room with her had not injured her, in fact not been rough enough in any way for her to feel any soreness, at all. Whatever was going on, it did not seem to have been about harming her.

"I see you are was awake, beautiful one." a soft but strong voice from by her side.

Despite having figured out she was not alone in the room, the sound of his voice was still a little shocking. She heard nothing menacing in his tone, in fact his voice sounded slightly husky, the way a man's does when he's being intimate.

Keep cool,

she told herself. She took a few deep breaths and then "Y-yes I just woke up but I don't know where I am and don't remember much of anything else for that matter. What's going on? Why am I here? What are you going to do?". The words came pouring out quickly as she felt a rush of emotion, of fear, but also that other thing she couldn't quite figure out, though it sent a tingle through her. She was hesitant to acknowledge exactly what that feeling was and why she was feeling it now, here, in these circumstances.

"What I'm going to do is partially up to you. I was brought here just as you were, then brought to this room, to watch you, and....more."

She heard a slight accent in his voice, perhaps Spanish or Portuguese? His English was excellent, but there was definitely an accent. She felt another of those shivers at the words

and more.

"W-what did you mean? Am I a captive? Am I? What is going on here?

Tell me, please!"

"I don't know,

cara mia

." There, those words on top of that accent. Latino, perhaps Spanish, though she was not sure why she thought Spanish, specifically, when it could have been any Latin country. "Yes, I believe both of us are captives, though I have not been hurt and, clearly, you haven't either."

"Now that you are fully awake, I've been instructed to begin your...training. That's what the others called it. I was told to help you discover herself, to free herself, whatever that means."

She heard a soft sigh, then "It's time,

cara."

She felt a shift in the bed as he sat beside her. "You have no need to fear. You won't be hurt. But, you must do exactly as I said. I'm not sure what will happen otherwise."

Another sigh, this one with a slight shiver. She felt strong hands gently undo the belt of She silk robe. She started to protest then felt a hand covering her mouth, firmly but not roughly. He leaned in close to her ear. "Shh, Cara, I think it's best that we do as they said, at least for now." She felt her hair stroked gently away from her face. "My name is Juan Carlos and I'm told your name is Felicia. I know this sounds absurd under the circumstances but I'm glad to make your acquaintance,

cara mia."

After a few more gentle strokes of her hair, the hand returned to her robe guiding it open, exposing her full breasts, her curvy figure and her pussy. Her nipples had become hard and she tried to convince herself it was because of the cool breeze but a part of her knew better. She heard a soft liquid sound, then felt those strong hands gently began to massage oil into her skin, starting with her feet.

In spite of Herself She began to felt relaxed, feeling She fears began to dissipate and even to feel a little aroused.

What are you thinking, Felicia? You're in a strange place, naked, with some stranger touching you and you're getting turned on?

She felt slight shame as these thoughts occurred to her, but also a stronger tingle, one of hunger and anticipation.

She couldn't help but enjoy the thorough massage of her feet, slightly incongruous considering her surroundings but there was so much that was strange with all that was going on, so why not a foot massage? The hands, then, having completed the foot massage, began rubbing oil into her legs, over her shins and into her calves. Slowly sliding higher, massaging and kneading her thighs, rubbing the oil, smelling slightly of cinnamon, in thoroughly. Over the sides, front and back. It felt delicious, though of course She still felt a slight, lingering fear.

The massage continued higher, up her inner thighs, almost reaching her pussy, where she felt a slight dampness to her embarrassment and slight horror. "You are wet,

cara.

", his voice husky again. She wasn't sure what to said to that, so she said nothing, trying to hide her embarrassment. While those strong hands continued to massage her thighs in just the right way, she felt him lean over her, whispering in her ear "Open your legs further, my dear. Let me see you." She felt a moment of panic, bothered by that increasingly familiar feeling, her arousal. "O-ok, I'll do what you ask, but I don't want this." she said, knowing the moment she said it that it was a lie.

To her surprise, he gently kissed her head and she find herself opening her legs further. She then felt those strong, amazing hands gently return to caressing her, massaging her. One hand continued to massage her thigh. The other slid up higher, sending a shock through her as he slid a finger gently between her lips, then softly inside her. "You're getting wetter,

cara.

They were right. They said your body would respond exactly as it has, despite the protests they said you'd make."

She said nothing, because it was true and there was a part of her that was beginning to hunger for more. She didn't want to admit that. Resting one hand on her thigh, he gently spread her lips, then began lightly massaging her clitoris in slow circles.

She began to admit, at least to herself, that the whole experience was erotic. Erotic, and, heightened by the lingering sense of uncertainty and fear, a certain arousing taboo. His hands continued the light massage, one slowly sliding up, teasing its way from her thighs, over her hips to her left breast. With a quick caress and a soft twist, her nipple got harder. With the other hand, he continued to massage her now soaking wet pussy, occasionally sliding a finger between her lips and inside of her.

Her hips were beginning to ache. Her pussy began to throb as the massaging and caressing brought her mild arousal to a hungering, heightened sense of pleasure. Her nipples were beginning to ache, as well, and she silently hoped he'd pay the same sweet attention to her other breast. She couldn't stop this if she wanted to, but suddenly she wasn't sure she wanted to.

Is this really happening? Am I hungering for this now, aching for it?

Thoughts of him began to fill her mind.

What does he look like? What's underneath those jeans I felt brush against me a few times?

Slightly shocked at the thought, she nevertheless began to feel less desire to escape and more to see where this sensuous experience was going to take her.

I want him, I really do. How can I feel this way about some man I don't even know, haven't even seen?

Catching her completely by surprise, without losing a beat in his caresses of her pussy and her nipples, she heard "Spread your legs wider. They want to see your beautiful pussy." She had almost forgotten the two of them were not alone. She felt flushed and embarrassed at the thought, yet found it arousing, as well

.

"They're watching?" She asked. "Of course, my dear. They arranged all of this, for me to have been here with you. I have no more control of my situation than you do." He leaned in closer "Though I'd be lying to you if I said I didn't find you incredibly attractive. I love your curves, the fullness of your breasts, your sensual lips."

He leaned back "Spread them wider for me, my dear. Show them your beautiful pussy." This time, she only hesitated for a moment, then spread her legs as wide as she could. She found herself aroused even further, knowing that she was being watched, that an unseen hand was guiding all of this.

What is happening to me? I don't even felt scared. I want him, I want this. I never would have imagined myself doing this. More than that, wanting this.

"Stunning" was all he said as he applied more oil to his hands and began kneading her pussy a bit more firmly, truly feeling like a massage, washing her fears, cares and worries away. Making this room, this experience with him the full extent of her world. Her nipples were fully erect, aching, throbbing, pulsating as she began to lose herself in the newfound hunger.

As the pleasure built and her desire increased, her inhibitions began to fade even further and she realized she was no longer afraid. Thoughts about where this might have been leading and who was behind it drifted away as she began to find herself moaning softly, still uncertain enough to try and keep them as quiet as possible.

"I'm glad you like this, my dear." Clearly, he heard her moaning, despite her attempts to keep them muffled. He leaned in again "I can't begin to describe what it's doing to me. As I explore your body, your sexuality, it's making me feel something I've only ever dreamed of. I find myself becoming lost in you

."

With a soft kiss to her lips, he leaned back again.

"They've asked me to undress, as well, my dear." She heard pants unbuckle, then slide to the floor. She heard the soft scrap of cotton against his skin and she realized he was removing his underwear, as well. She pictured for a moment what this must look like: Her lying there, fully bound, blindfolded, legs spread, nipples hard, pussy wet while this man (She pictured him with black hair, olive skin, broad shoulders and soulful looking brown eyes) standing over her, in total control, fully erect and able to do with her as he wished. She felt a delicious tingle flow through her at the thought, a warmth starting between her legs and resonating outward.

I really have lost it,

she thought

.

All she could do was think about what this man would be doing to her next.

He gently guided her legs a little wider, as far as they could go, and said "Perfect. Divine. They want to see your pussy open for them and your lips pulled apart slightly." Leaning in close again, "I wanted to see it as well, my dear. When they let me, I will become drunk off your delicious juices." As he leaned back, she felt a delicious shiver at the thought of his tongue on Her pussy.

She heard him move from the bed, moving along the side until he was near her head. Surprisingly, she felt the bed turn. She somehow expected it to have been more traditional, not able to move freely, and she wondered what he had in store for her, now.

He was now above her head, her body laid out in front of him, feet away. One hand returned to her breasts, alternating between them, sometimes caressing them, sometimes twisting and tugging them, just hard enough to make them throb even further.

The other hand returned to her pussy, two fingers guiding her lips further apart, the other oiled finger returning to her clitoris, gently massaging it in small circles, occasionally kneading it. He gently kissed her lips, her chin, her eyes, as he continued this intensely erotic massage. Her pussy was aching more, now, and she began to feel herself building towards climax, still a way off, but building to it. She felt a tiny bit of her juices flowing down the inside of her thighs.

She suddenly felt warmth, clearly his hard cock, over her face and felt the head lightly sliding back and forth over her lips. "

Lavame con tu lengua, despacito"

he said in a low, husky voice. "It means wash me with your tongue, slowly, my dear." he said in a whisper. Almost completely unable to even pretend to resist, she opened her mouth and slid her tongue over his very hard cock. One flick of her tongue and she know he was very, very erect. She licked his head and then, arching her head back slightly, slid her tongue down his shaft.

Even ss she did so, his massaging and caressing of her pussy was sending continuous shivers of pleasure throughout her body, heightened at her nipples, where he was lovingly working them to the heights of sensitivity. Her moans were harder to stifle, now, and became more noticeable. He moaned softly in return. "The touch of your sweet tongue is beyond what I imagined possible."

She felt his hands move to her shoulders, sliding under them then he guided her back as far as the restraints at her feet would allow, her head leaning back over the top of the bed. He leaned forward and sucked greedily at first one, then the other nipple, bringing her even more pleasure, and continued massaging her now-swollen pussy and she began moaning a bit more loudly still. "

Chupa"

he said. "It means suck me, my dear. They want to see you suck me, to see your skills."

He kissed her face again and continued massaging he pussy in those tantalizing circular motions, bringing her higher and higher, intensifying her throbs even further. He leaned back slightly and the motion brought the head of his cock to her lips. Giving in completely, she opened her mouth and slowly took him inside, savoring the feeling of his thick head sliding over her lips, stretching them, then between them with a pop.

He's huge! I can't believe how big he is. I can barely get my mouth around him.

They both moaned again, and she felt the pressure build to heights she'd only imagined as he skillfully manipulated her clitoris into a throbbing pleasure machine. He moved his hips slowly and gently forward, guiding further into her mouth, stretching it tight. He filled her mouth completely, stretching it, and she felt another pop as the head briefly entered her throat. He paused for a few seconds,

or was it an eternity?

then eased back again, until all that was left in her mouth was his swollen head.

Aroused further by the combination of her throbbing, aching pussy and his hard cock in her mouth, she began to hunger more, desiring to feed upon him just as he was exploring her innermost being with his fingers. She felt her mouth actually began to water.

My gosh, I want him bad! I still haven't seen his face, or any other part of him for that matter. What is going on with me?

Her thoughts were interrupted as he slid a finger gently inside her, probing, then another and another until she realized he had all four fingers inside her, gently thrusting them, probing and massaging her g-spot. He continued the same tantalizing, mind-blowing massaging of her clitoris, driving her ever higher into the heights of passion.

As he did so, he gently and very slowly began sliding his hard, throbbing (and huge!) cock in and out of her mouth, the head popping softly into her throat with each full thrust, pausing momentarily then withdrawing, the same slow motion, feeding her hunger both literally and figuratively.

He continued the rhythmic massaging of her clitoris, simultaneously fucking her with his fingers until she finally began the climb of the erotic roller coaster ride, then started descending into earth-shattering orgasm after orgasm. He placed one of his fingers gently on her g-spot and the sensations were only heightened, as impossible as that may have seemed. She moaned loudly and without hesitation as she came, the sounds muffled by his heated manhood filling her mouth completely.

She felt her body rock uncontrollably, hips moving against his hands, as she surrendered herself to the erotic, overwhelming experience. The tempo of his electric touch did not change as he guided her through the most powerfully intense orgasms She'd ever experienced, his touch as always gentle but oh, so effective. The orgasms continue for what seems like hours in her fevered mind, and she hungrily sucked his cock as he slid it in and out of her mouth and throat in that maddeningly slow manner. The moans continued, and then became quivery as she felt her body began to relax, completely spent.

He slowly pulled his cock from her mouth, her lips feeling slightly swollen from her hunger-filled attempts to devour him. He leaned in close and whispered, "Cara mia, I hope that was all you could have hoped for. As I stand here, looking down on your beautiful, divine body, your nipples so hard and your sweet pussy so wet, all I can think is that I have never been so drawn to any woman. I have never desired one this much, and it goes deeper. I find myself wanting to protect you. No.

Needing

to protect you. I don't know how, or when, but I will find a way to get us free."

He paused for a moment, then leaned back. She somehow felt a sense of uncertainty and tension from him. A few moments later, she heard a door open and the soft sound of feet. Then, the door closed again. She heard the sound of feet moving closer.

"You've done well, Felicia" she heard from a cultured voice, at her left side, French, she thought. She felt a finger gently trace her lips, then slide down over her chin, down over her neck, then to her left nipple. She felt a firm tweak and tug, just the slightest hint of pain mixed with the pleasure from her already fully erect nipple.

"Very well, indeed" she heard from her right side, in a light British accent, catching her slightly by surprise. Then, giving her an absurd feeling of déjà vu, he felt another finger trace the same path as the other, on the right side of her body, though the pressure on her right nipple was a little lighter, no hint of pain, as she felt the ache start to return.