She was beautiful, she was sensuous, and her name was Angel.
She checked her watch again, as she waited for the meeting that she knew she should never have agreed to. Not only was her date a mysterious man she knew only from brief contact on the internet, he was late. She tapped her foot, and looked around the little resteraunt again. Just because someone's stories turned her on, she was starting to think that was no reason to trust him to show up for a clandestine meeting.
She slid her hand into her purse, and fingered the contour of her cell phone. Her housemates had made her promise to call in every hour, just in case the guy was a psycho. She was wondering what they would do if she failed to call in. She got a little mischevious smile on her face, as she entertained the thought of missing the call, just to see what they would do.
Frustrated with the waiting, she stepped out into the parking lot, and lit up a cigarette. The single streetlight outside the resteraunt threw her shadow on the ground, and she took a moment to admire the curves and flowing hair of the shadow, before realizing that her shadow wasn't alone. She barely had time to gasp and turn, to see who was standing next to her, when she felt a sharp stab in her soft, round ass. In the moment that she remained conscious, she saw the empty hypodermic that was being held in front of her face, but not the face of her attacker. Then, everything was fading into blackness, and she never knew if she fell, or if she was caught.
When Angel slowly slid back to consciousness, she tried to sit up, and found that not only could she not sit up, she couldn't move at all! As the fog of the drug she had been injected with lifted, she assessed her situation.
She could tell that she was tied, that was easy enough. She'd been tied up enough times before to recognize the feeling. She was on her back, her wrists bound behind her, her ankles tied together. From the feeling of cool breeze across her skin, she realized she was also naked. The thought of it raised goosebumps on her bare flesh. The pressure over her eyes, combined with the fact that she could not see, told her that she was blindfolded, and the feeling of fullness in her ears told her that they had been bound, as well. She could neither see, nor hear.
The fullness in her mouth, however, was the most disturbing part. She felt the hard, slick surface with her tongue, recognizing the feel of a well-crafted rubber dildo. The cool smoothness against her lips, and the way her jaw ached, told her the rest of the story. She had a ring-gag in her mouth, with a dildo wedged into it... just far enough to suppress her tongue, and any chance of speech.
Tied, naked, blinded, deafened, and made mute. She struggled against the bonds for a moment, moaning as she strained, but she was properly helpless. The surface under her felt like a soft bed. She slowly started to sweat, remembering. Her mysterious "date," her man from the internet... he had discussed this very scene. Abduction, bondage... and then, more. She had agreed to meet him, to talk about the possibility of exploring... but things were now out of her control. Totally out of her control.
Her movement and moaning must have alerted him to the fact that she had come to awareness. She drew in a sharp intake of breath as she felt a large, warm hand on her ample, soft left breast.
She lay perfectly still. There was no pleading with him, with her mouth full of rubber cock. There was no negotiation, no reasoning. She couldn't identify him, she couldn't even tell where he had taken her. There was nothing for it, but to let him have his way, and hope that he wasn't going to become too violent with her.
The strong hand massaged her tit-flesh, the fingers sinking into her massive breast, not painfully, but firmly. Angel squirmed. If she wasn't so helpless, and frightened, she might actually enjoy the attention. Then, his fingers found her nipple, and began to play with the ring through it. He slowly rotated the ring through the piercing, drawing another moan from Angel.
She felt his weight on the bed shift, and he began manipulating both of her nipple piercings. As sensitive as her breasts normally were, Angel began to squirm even more. She felt herself becoming wet between her legs, and rubbed her thighs together as best she could. He was good at this. He took the flesh of her big nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and slowly twisted them. He caressed them, his fingertips sliding teasingly over her sensitive flesh, and just as they reached their peak of sensitivity, his strong fingers crushed down on them, squeezing and twisting, all at once. The rubber cock in her mouth was the only thing that blocked the scream... first, of pain, and then, the incredible orgasm that ripped through her body!
Angel had spent plenty of time tied up, and this sort of treatment wasn't new to her, but this was something new. There was no safety, here. No security... it was all fear and danger. And it was turning her on, more than she could believe possible. And his hands! He continued to play with her big, hard nipples... alternately teasing and caressing, and pinching and twisting. Angel's back arched, lifting her massive breasts up into his hands, her body betraying her frightened mind.
She couldn't tell how long it went on. His hands seemed tireless, as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of her tortured nipples. Just when she felt certain that he would rip them off by the rings, the fingers left her.
Even though his touch was gone, her nipples continued to throb and pulse, as if her body was still determined to torture itself. Drool slid down from the side of her mouth, as she squirmed on the bed, moaning, and gasping through her nose. Her pussy was soaking wet with passion, and her mind was desperately trying to stay in touch with the reality of her situation. However, denied of sight and sound, the sensations of her body were quickly becoming her entire universe.
She felt his hands at her ankles, untying them. For a moment, she entertained the thought of kicking out at him, but what would it have done? Blind and deaf, hands tied, and with no idea where she was, what could she do? Besides which, the uncounted orgasms that her captor had pulled from her big, sensitive breasts had left her nearly exhausted. When he forced her thighs wide apart, she shuddered, but she didn't fight it. She felt her ankles being re-tied at the lower corners of the bed, and sighed. It hadn't been bad, so far... her nipples ached so good, and she was still quivering from the hard cums she'd had.
She felt those fingertips slowly tickling and caressing up the insides of her legs, from her ankles, up her shins, pausing at the backs of her knees, and slowly trailing up the insides of her thighs. As they got closer and closer to her hot, wet sex, her breathing became faster, and faster.
Then, he was running a finger up and down her soft, moist pussylips, making the piercings through her labia jingle togther musically. The little tugs at her piercings made Angel squirm even more, almost wishing she could talk to him, just to tell him to keep it up. Then, his finger was working it's way into her folds, and it began to play with the piercing in her clit hood.
As the smooth metal rubbed back and forth over her clit, she came again, even harder. A scream barely escaped past the rubber dick in her mouth, as her back arched, pressing her pussy to his hand. He kept up the attention to her clit hood ring, and then, the finger left. She began to come down from the orgasm, when she felt hot breath on her wet pussy. She gasped again, through her nose.
His tongue felt a little odd... it had more texture than the tongues she had felt on her pussy before. It dragged at her flesh as he slowly licked up and down her slit, and then, he was using his tongue to play with her clit-hood piercing.
