Laura sat bound, unable to move. The ringing in her ears from sound deprivation grew louder. Her neck hurt from trying desperately to catch even the slightest sound from any direction. Total darkness from the thick, black blindfold made it even more frightening. Her jaw ached from whatever was in her mouth. She couldn't keep the drool from leaking out of her mouth and dripping off her chin. She could feel the cold wetness on her neck.
An occasional coolness swept over her sweat covered body. She could tell she was completely naked. Unable to pull her feet from what ever held them bound, her arms held down at her sides.
The occasional wisp of cool air that licked across her sweat covered body gave her goosebumps. Yet her naked back and legs sticking to what felt like faux leather felt hot and sticky.
It seemed like a faint smell of honeysuckle that accompanied the cool air that occasionally licked over her. The smell was so faint she really couldn't tell if it was a floral scent or not.
She wondered where she was and how long she had been there.
The need to release the pressure in her bladder faded but returned every few minutes, growing more intense each time.
Again, her mind played through her last memories, trying to piece it all together. She remembered having dinner with David. They had grown close over the past month. He always insisted on only the finest restaurants. Their long love making sessions always left her physically and mentally satisfied. David was so different from the other men she had dated. Always intent on pushing her limits.
She remembered them taking a cab to his place after dinner and drinks. Laura played through their last conversation as they lay snuggling in the afterglow of several intense, mutual orgasms. Between gentle kisses oh her shoulder, David spoke in almost a whisper as he twirled a lock of her hair with his fingers.
"Tell me love, tell me what dark thoughts run through your mind." He kissed her neck. "Tell me what you would never tell anyone else. Tell me the secrets you hold hidden from the world?" His fingers moved to her face. Gently he pulled her closer and kissed her lips. He pulled back, smiled and waited.
She grinned at him as playful thoughts of teasing him came to life. David, gently biting her ear lobe, whispered again. "Tell me Laura, what is it that always gets you off when your alone? When you're fingers are playing circles over your clit like only you can do. Tell me, tell me of the dark places you go in your mind."
Laura loved it when David talked to her like this, the way he teased her with words, words almost always whispered close to her ear and always accompanied by his hot breath on her neck.
She closed her eyes and whispered back. "Teasing me, teasing all my senses. Sight, I like watching things being done to me and having someone else watch things being done to me. Knowing I have no control, unable stop it!"
Her thoughts began to reel, "And smell, the smell of fresh flowers or strawberries mixed with the scent of sex." She took a deep breath, as if she were drifting into her secret garden. That place she so enjoyed going when she lay alone in bed with her hand between her legs.
Laura stretched her arms above her head leaving her breasts on display for David's viewing pleasure. She wanted to take him away to some distant place with words, the way he did to her. After all, it's what he was asking for.
"Sound," She spoke in a soft, sensual tone. "the sounds of passionate fucking, or sometimes even the sounds of my own voice, my own voice begging my captors to stop what they are doing to me, or maybe I'm begging them to fuck me harder." Laura giggled, "This is all just fantasy! Right?"
David only whispered again. "Please love, tell me more." Still twirling his finger in her hair. "Your darkest fantasies, share them with me."
Laura giggled again. She turned to face her lover. Looking at him, she smiled, then relaxed and let her eyes close again.
"Taste!" She said, "The taste of your cum when I lick it off my lips, or the taste of my own wetness on your cock, strawberries!"
"And touch," she was beginning to feel a warm feeling between her legs. "The feel of being touched all over and not being able to stop it." "Fingers, slowly, deliberately raking the insides of my thighs, pulling me open, fingers slipping into me." She paused for a second, "Yes, touch, sometimes so soft it tickles and other times, rough and forceful, touch turning into hard slaps on the inside of my thighs."
She continued, almost as if she were seeing herself helplessly bound, at the mercy of unknown captors. Describing to her lover every detail. "The mind, mental games, teasing, resisting. The anticipation of getting used, or being on display." She paused a second. "No, the frantic feeling of being on display! The embarrassing feeling of being touched, fucked and used while strangers watch."
She started laughing. Turning to David, "Okay, your turn!" She giggled, waiting for his reply. He only smiled at her.
He began kissing his way down her naked body. Stopping to draw each nipple between his lips, kissing and biting each one hard enough to make her hold her breath before pushing her legs apart. He made love to her with his mouth and tongue before dragging her to the edge of the bed and fucking her again.
They woke up the next morning, showered and headed off to there jobs. She remembered David telling her that he had been drawn for a random UA test and he had an appointment at the clinic before work.
She remembered getting into her car to go home after work. But it all stopped there. No other memories, nothing, until she found herself struggling against the restraints that now held her bound and naked. Her feet anchored tight, knees bent and pulled apart. She wondered how long until she would be aloud to go pee.
The slightest squeak broke the silence, was it a door?
"Hello? Who's there?" Her words seemed to echo off walls. Her heart beat faster. She heard what sounded like someone breathing. Her heart stopped when words broke the silence. "Hello Laura!" She didn't recognize the deep, raspy male voice.
"Please let me go, I need to use the bathroom." She was getting desperate. "Why am I here? What the fuck is going on?"
"You have an audience Laura!" The raspy voice was loud and stern sounding. "In fact Laura, you have a very large audience. There are cameras on you."
The voice snickered "A little over one thousand viewers watching you, and the number is growing fast. They are looking at your sweat covered breasts. They have been watching you squirm. I wonder, how many are masturbating Laura? Stroking their hard cocks, thinking about fucking that delicious, little cunt of yours?
She felt something touch her left ankle. "Let's not keep them waiting any longer Laura."
What ever her feet were tied to began to move. Her feet were being pulled apart and back at the same time. "Let's give them a better view of your cunt Laura. They have been waiting patiently."
Her knees started to bend more as her feet were slowly pulled closer to her butt. "Are you going to piss yourself Laura?" The voice asked in a softer tone. She didn't answer.
"Laura, I'm going to remove the blindfold. We all want you to watch yourself getting fucked!"
Again, she didn't answer. Something touched her face. The material that covered her eyes was gently pulled off her head. She blinked her eyes from the bright light. Slowly, things around her began to come into focus.
She counted one man and two women with big cameras pointed at her. Looking around the room, she counted six men, all nude and stroking their cocks. Everyone had masks covering their faces.
A large television was mounted to the ceiling directly over her head. She saw herself half laying back on what appeared to be an examination table. Her ankles bound to sturps. Her wrists bound at her sides. She watched her own legs being slowly pulled open further. It all seemed so mechanical. One woman stepped between her legs. Laura watched on the monitor as the camera zoomed in on her pussy. She watched her knees being pulled apart until her labia parted. Her pink flesh looked shiny and wet.
She started reading comments in a column that scrolled on the left side of the screen. Some were compliments. Others were demanding and rude.
(How many men will fuck her?)
(Gorgeous pussy!)
(Shove a cock down her throat)
(I want to see her piss!"
