David carried me inside and placed me on the ground. I was glad to be inside where I wouldn't be exposed to the eyes of the neighbors, but it opened new avenues to what David could do to me. He took a step back, surveying my whole body like I was a piece of jewelry.
I realized with panic by giving him permission to continue on, he knew that I was never going to say those safe words. And that meant he knew he could do whatever he wanted. And that terrified me.
He lifted my hands up and tied them to the light fixture above. The rope was just short enough that I had to stand on my tiptoes, my legs extended fully, and arms straightened out above me like puppet strings. Directly under the light, my skin started to feel the heat and my forehead began to sweat. Or was that the feeling of complete helplessness?
"Now, you be a good girl and don't be any trouble," David said. He reached out and touched my skin, just underneath my armpit. I gasped, shrinking away. The safe phrase was a distant memory now.
He disappeared out of sight. Gosh, I hated it when I couldn't see him.
A long, painful moment passed. A hand reached out and touched my side. I squealed, pulling away again. Now that I was freestanding instead of constrained to the basketball post, I felt myself shuddering at every touch. Without clothes, I was sensitive to every little stimulus.
His hands wrapped around my arms and grabbed both of my breasts, his hands fully engulfing my orbs. With him being behind me instead of in front, he was able to clench them much more firmly than he had when I was tied to the basketball post. He pulled me back, pressing my butt against his very hard and firm erection. I could only moan.
He held me there for a long moment, and I started to squirm. My pussy was begging for attention. I thought about saying the safe words so I could finally release myself, but I couldn't bring myself to say it, to end this experience. Holy crap, this felt amazing. I knew having someone else bringing me to cum would be a thousand times more intense and enjoyable than if I were to do it myself. I was a prisoner to my own horniness.
His hands began to move downwards. He didn't dig in like he had with my tits, but he let his fingernails just lightly graze my skin as he moved them methodically down to my chest, then my ribcage, then to my stomach. It felt like little mouse feet were scurrying down my body. He was leaving no inch unexplored. As he moved, I was very aware that, behind me, his head was moving down with them, and he was getting a very intimate view of my butt. As he began to move down to my pubic area, I willed his hands to touch me in my privates, to finally give me relief, but at the last moment they diverged and went down both legs. I groaned internally. Please, David!
David gave me a playful slap on my butt. Despite everything, with the insane amount of tension in between my legs, and my mind basically useless, a laugh escaped my lips. I panicked, realizing what I had just done. I tried to play it off as a strange-sounding squeal, but David had noticed.
"Oh, you liked that, didn't you?"
"N-n-no."
"Don't lie to me, wench," he growled.
"Y-yes. I liked it," I said, my ability to resist pathetic. "Please...spank me." Oh my gosh, what did I just say? Spank me? I had never been into that sort of thing, but my body was overruling my brain right now.
Shocked at my own audacity, I didn't even notice David had brought over a chair until he started to untie me and carry me over.
He placed me on his lap, my tits hanging over his leg and my pussy right on top of his erection.
"Don't squirm too much," he said. "I would hate to drop you." There was genuine concern in his voice, just a hint. This was David, I reminded myself. My best friend. He wouldn't deliberately harm me beyond some spankings. I felt myself breathe a little easier, but not by a lot. Still...this felt different. Outside, it had been mostly David, with a little bit of pirate. Inside, now, it was flipped--a full-on pirate with no qualms with what he would do to me...with a little bit of David.
I waited for the first strike. A long moment passed. When was he--
*Spank*
I screeched at the sharp pain that erupted on my left butt cheek. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe, the pleasurable feelings from my crotch expanding to engulf my entire body, and it took everything to not succumb. He continued, oblivious to the war raging inside me.
As he spanked me, I discovered a new aspect of my torture: Shame. With each strike, I felt myself grow wetter and wetter, the warmth in my crotch almost unbearable. My screams turned into moans, and I wanted to disappear rather than admit to myself that I was actually enjoying this.
