Her arms and more particularly her shoulders ached.
Not that they cared.
Her hair was matted to her forehead with sweat and cum.
Not that they cared.
Her throat was sore from the extended pounding it had received.
Not that they cared.
It seemed like a lifetime since her body had been shocked, electrically shocked that is. The shock had been delivered by the "watch" he had fixed to her wrist before releasing her last time. Well to all intents and purposes it looked like a watch, only bigger than the usual feminine one she usually wore. The other difference was not clasp. Instead it had been snapped shut with no way of releasing it.
"We will use you again," he had said as he released her bonds.
"We will take you when we want to. This little beauty will let you know just before we take you. It will warn you not to scream. We want no unnecessary public scenes!"
Over the next week or so she had wondered what the device would do. The anticipation of neither knowing how nor when they would take her and use her had kept her wet for days. She would walk feeling the stickiness between her thighs. She would sleep so lightly that even the movement of a curtain in the breeze would wake her.
Then today as she walked home from work it all became clear. She had gone rigid as her wrist "fizzed". If you have ever used a TENS machine for pain control, or those wrist devices that help control snoring, or even just put a 9v battery to your tongue then you know what "fizzing" is. Instantly she knew what was happening. Her arousal shot off the scale and her senses became those of the hunted. Momentarily she stumbled, but then remembered the "no scene" admonishment and carried on walking.
She had barely gone 50 yards before a car drew up beside her and the door opened. As she looked into the dark interior of the car a voice said, "Get in!"
She did so without hesitation. She barely had a chance to look at the man (she was not sure that she recognised him) before a blindfold was placed over her eyes and pulled tight. Now in her own dark world inside an already dark car she sat waiting to be used as she craved to be used. Without care for her pleasure, she was a plaything of flesh and blood for the amusement of men.
Before long a hand was thrust up her skirt, between her legs and stared rubbing her clit and invading her cunt. Long fingers. Fat fingers. First one, then two filling her. Swirling inside her. She parted her legs to give better access and felt her pleasure building. Just as she thought to herself that this was heavenly, a voice whispered in her ear, "You will be fun tonight. I do hope you did not have any plans."
When the car had come to a stop (and she had been brought to 2 fingered orgasms) she was helped out, still blindfolded, and guided into a house. She guess it was a house as there was only one step to walk up.
She did not know where they took her, but it was on the ground floor. She has been instructed to strip naked except for her high heels. She did this obediently and soon felt the cooler air on her aroused and sensitive skin. Her arms had been pulled behind her and what felt like wide leather cuffs has been placed on her wrists. The type that hold the wrists close together so that heels of her palms touched. Her arms were straight with her hands resting in her arse.