A soft breeze blows through the open window, drifting over you as you sleep soundly, a smile curving your lips as you dream. You stretch, your nude form barely visible in the moonlight and move as if to turn over, but you can't.
Your eyes fly open, heart racing as you try to move your body but your wrists and ankles are tied down to the bed. You struggle, intent only on getting free, your eyes moving frantically around the room, wondering what is happening and how you ended up this way, that's when you notice the figure standing in the shadows of the room. A soft feminine laugh stops you cold.
"Stop fighting so, you won't get free until I decide to let you go."
You howl in anger, pulling at your bonds, "What the fuck is going on?"
I turn on the light, moving closer to the bed, velvet cape billowing around me as I walk, "My, such language, I'll have to do something about that."
"Don't worry about my language, bitch, who are you and what is going on?"
A sharp slap lands across your face, my palm connecting with your jaw as I lean over you, hissing, "First things first, don't ever speak to me that way. You are my entertainment for the evening, I've been watching you, wondering just what a delightful toy you'd make, and tonight I intend to find out, boy"
You shake your head as if confused, "Your entertainment? What the hell could I do to entertain you in this position?"
I slide a finger down your chest, watching as your eyes follow my movement, my nail raking over your nipple as I reply.
"I'll be entertained watching you squirm like a bitch in heat."
You tug at your cuffs, eyes spitting fire as you glare at me, "Let me go now."
My fingers capture your hard nipple, twisting it sharply as I lean close looking directly into your eyes, "No..... not yet."
You squeal, gasping at the sharp pain in your nipple, eyes going wide as you realize there is no way to get free. I slide my palm down your chest, familiarizing myself with your body as you stare blankly, a feeling of helplessness crowding you.
I stand, walking slowly to the foot of the bed, removing my velvet cape to reveal a black merry widow molded lovingly to my form, matching stockings and stiletto heels. I place my cape over a nearby chair, reaching into the bag I brought with me to remove a few items before walking back over to the bed.
You gape at the picture I make, red hair glowing in the light, pale creamy skin contrasting with the black of my outfit, stuttering, "You're beautiful, you could have anyone, why are you doing this to ME?
I pick up a tube of lubricant, opening it carefully and squeeze some out onto my fingers, rubbing it between my palms.
"I am doing this to you because I want to. It's that simple. I enjoy having you helpless and hearing your pleas."
You shake your head disgusted, "That's psycho, normal people don't get off on that bitch."
I lean over you, grasping your semi-erect cock in my greased palm, "This sick psycho has you by the balls, so I'd watch your mouth if I were you, boy. And you get off on it, otherwise your cock wouldn't be jumping in my hand."
You bluster, "What man wouldn't be hard with a woman touching his cock?"
I ram a lubed finger against your tight asshole, hearing you squeak as you feel me invading you, voice pleading with me.
"Nooo, please no, STOP."
I laugh deviously, thrusting my finger rapidly into your tight hole, gripping your cock in my hand, "Well Well, your cock is still hard with my finger in your ass, I guessed right, you are a slut."
You pant, shaking your head side to side as if to make my words disappear, "Stop, I'll do anything, please!"