***As some readers have commented, my stories can be more violent than might be expected. I don't apologize for what gets me going, but I will give fair warning that if you don't like rougher treatment, you may not want to read further.
Also, hopefully we can all agree that these stories are exactly that, stories. Fantasies are meant to push boundaries of reality and make life a bit more interesting. Thanks for reading.
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The next time I awoke I knew I had been drugged. My faculties were intact but I was unable to move my limbs, but I could feel the rope digging into my skin.
Looking at my body from the distorted view I had, I could see that my tits, stomach and thighs were bound in lengths of rope in almost every direction. The rope separated and squeezed my ample breasts and one string went down between my legs. The friction I felt from the rope directly on my clit was constant and almost unbearable. The pain and pleasure mixed, making me feel close to orgasm. Though I couldn't move my own body, the man in black from the day before, and my original captor were standing above me, watching.
My arms were tied behind me. I was on my knees. My neck was in a leather collar, attached to a strong metal frame. The collar made it impossible for me to turn my head as I would've liked, or to look down more than slightly.
The man in black's cock was pressing hard against the front of his trousers. He was standing slightly forward to my captor, brandishing his riding crop. "Good morning, cum-slut," he cajoled, congratulating me for waking up. He stood in front of me and slapped my hard, erect nipples.
Starting softly, he increased the intensity of the smacks, alternating between hitting me on my tit or my nipple, and increased the frequency. Alternating between my nipples and the softer flesh of my breasts, I screamed aloud each time he hit me. The crop felt hard and caused extreme pain when it hit my sensitive, erect nipples directly.
"Shut up, bitch," he said, "In fact, I don't want to hear anything from you." Turning, he gestured to my captor, who passed him a thick leather strap with a big red ball in the middle. Approaching me, my captor fitted the strap around my head and forced the red ball into my mouth. Adjusting the strap, the ball gag was fitted into place making me unable to speak or make any noise other than indiscernible moans and grunts.
My captor reached forward at this time and pulled upward on the rope travelling between my legs. Unable to move my limbs or fight back I was unable to protect my body from his assault. Screaming behind the gag in my mouth as he pulled up on the rope, my pussy and clit ached from the increased friction each movement caused. Reaching lower, he pulled aside the rope and dipped two of his long, thick fingers into my pussy. My pussy was dripping wet.