Jennifer awoke slightly disorientated, a bit groggy but rested. Where was she? Oh yes, last night she and Denise had consumed two lovely bottles of Chablis and had crashed at her place. Consciousness came around, the faint scent of sandalwood incense and a more shocking revelation: Jennifer was nude, spread-eagled, wrists and ankles tethered by Velcro cuffs and blindfolded. Had she been drugged? No, that was doubtful. Her naked skin naturally felt cool, whereas her entire mons area was tight, tingly, as if some type of astringent had been applied there.
She sensed motion and people within the room. Men? Women? Who were they? "She's awake." A man said. Several hands immediately began to caress her. Some had the feel of pantyhose, some with rubber gloves, and some with hard fingernails. The hands with hose roamed over her face, ears, shoulders and parts of her legs. The rubber clad hands and fingers were coated with warm fragrant oil which massaged and gently pinched her inner thighs, tummy, pulling the taught flesh. Fingernails simply raked across inner thighs and underarms. Tactile, skin sensations were maximized, purposely, it seemed, and the hands completely ignored her stiffened nipples and vulva.
Totally awake and quite aroused now, Jennifer moved her hips and shoulders to somehow initiate contact with the fleeting, teasing fingers. They simply moved away, denying her the touch she wanted. A deep sultry woman's voice whispered, "Oh Jennifer. We found your stash, your collection, bad, bad girl." Was that, Deb? Who were these people? Sexually excited and embarrassed at the same time, she was helpless and at their mercy.
Two four inch Plexiglas cylinders were placed over each of her nipples. Tssss. Tssss. Tssss. She heard the all too familiar hand held vacuum pump being used. Tssss. Tssss. Jennifer's turgid nipples were suctioned up into each tube, captive, expanding as the air was removed. Tssss. Tssss. "Okay, that's enough, for now." The voice said. They hurt, deliciously, red, swelling, pulled tightly. She groaned without shame, with no choice.
Soft, insistent fingers opened her labia petals and placed the third cylinder, covering her pink clitoris and hood. Tssss. Tssss. Tssss. Jennifer felt her insides flutter as the vacuum worked, inhaling, absorbing her sensitive pearl, soft tissue, clinging to the smooth sides of the tube.
Tssss. Tssss. Tssss. An unknown person worked the pump to perfection, slowly drawing Jen's clit deeper into the air lock. Tssss. Tssss.
Tssss. Elongated to a full 2 inches, she tried to breathe slowly, in vain. "That should do it, 15 lbs of pressure, how yummy she looks." Murmurs of approval from the mysterious crowd assailed her buzzing ears while their sexy massage continued. Spread like this, on display, her pleasure points were swollen for their voyeuristic delight.
Then, they simply left, departing through a doorway, leaving her helpless, unattended and desperately aroused. "You, you can't just leave me here, like this. Please, come back!" which no one acknowledged. How many times had she enjoyed self-pleasure, masturbating, teasing herself with the tubes? Oh, but this was different, oh yes. She had no control, tied like this. Shaking her breasts, flexing her hips upward only caused more of an itching for unattainable relief.
Time was fuzzy. How long had it been, 5 minutes, 10 minutes? The tactile massage and the constant pressure took its toll, leaving her in a heightened state of excitement. Bound and blinded within the dark room, provocative images flashed and slipped into her mind:
A slim redhead impaled herself on the large cock while another knelt behind pushing his enormous cock into her star shaped anus. She tweaked her nipples, head thrown back, moaning from the double penetration.
