Finally, we continue the story so you can find out what happens to our poor victim and what still lies ahead. All people mentioned in this story are above the age of eighteen. This story may not be your cup of tea ...so dump it and get coffee. Thanks for the nice comments! As for the bad ones, everyone's a critic. I just have a dirty mind that I want to share.
Thank you Sarah for helping me with my mistakes, bad grammar and spelling.
Reading the first story will bring you up to speed on how this happened. Just saying!
Cherry
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I could not tell you what day or time it was. I'd been in Turner's bondage room secured and suspended from the ceiling. That's where he had his way with me. Brutally fucking my once virgin hole until I passed out, as his hot wife watched.
Awake with the horror that happened last night replaying inside of my head. I was hung like meat with my legs spread wide by a bar strapped to my ankles! Turner took my anal virginity. I remember being on the edge of losing my mind, struggling to keep a shred of sanity. Damn, I think I told him that I loved his cock? I remember him filling my ass with cum as he gaped my virgin hole. I shook at that last thought and began plotting a means of escape.
The door to this hell opened, someone was coming to pay me a visit. Wishing they would stop to oil the creaky door on their way in. You could imagine my surprise seeing it was Wendy looking down at me. Naked as the day she was born and looking damn good.
I began to think, if I get loose I could easily run past her, even if I have to knock her down. I should have enough strength to pull it off. Then I remembered that I still had skyscraper heels on my feet. I wasn't running anywhere without breaking an ankle. If I could talk her into taking them off, perhaps she would be sympathetic, but my thoughts were interrupted.
"Sugar, you look a frightful mess." She said, in her southern drawl sing-song voice. Part sexy and part on the border of annoying. The arches of her perfectly shaped brows lifted. A look of disgust painted on her beautiful face. She removed the gag I still had in my mouth.
"How about we get you cleaned up? Oh, I made you a sandwich; I am always hungry after Turner has had his way with me." Her beauty combined with her smile was somehow a comfort to me. She unlocked the leather shackles that held my arms.
I grabbed the sandwich and inhaled it; washing it down with the contents of the cup, I was given. Then I noticed it was on a beautiful silver serving tray. Now why did I notice that?
My thinking then turned to that cup of fluid. I wondered if that may have been that "Afro" drug that got me into this mess. I was so thirsty; it didn't cross my mind until the glass was empty of the last drop.
"Now don't you even think of running off, Turner is upstairs and I've got this." In her hand, she had a cop issue Taser gun. Knowing those could drop a horse, escape would have to wait for a better opportunity.
"Now let's get you cleaned up." She said as she finished unlocking me. Holding my hand, she helped me keep balance because I was teetering in the heels. She carefully led me to the back of the room. There a full bathroom was hiding. Her breasts shook with every step and I was ogling them, lust filling me and heating my core. Spreading the blush that covered my still very naked body.
Needing to relieve myself, I had to sit because of the chastity cage. I stared at her shaved delta, emptying my full bladder. I have never used the bathroom in front of a woman before. This was no lady she could get the Pope erect and change his faith with a look. She was a goddess!
"Why are you two doing this to me?" I managed to squeak out, trying to make sense of it still. "This is a crime you holding me against my will. Soon as I'm released I'm going to call the cops and put you both in prison." I began to tear up at my emotional outburst. Thinking that using the authority's as a threat, that maybe they would free me.
Wendy simply stroked my hair as you would a child. She coddled me.
"Listen sweetheart, you don't want to be doing such things." Giving me ringlets in my hair with her fingers as I drooled looking at her perfect tits. "First" she paused for dramatic effect. "Everything down here is recorded." She paused again giving me the time to reflect on the horror of her words. I then turned my head to see in the mirror where it took place. There were three cameras hooked up to a computer and more cables going where I could not see.
"If you go to the police, we're going to show them the video. Telling them it was your idea and were begging us to do it. I will also make sure it is all over the internet. Also making sure that all your family members receives a copy." Her smile sent a cold chill down my spine.
"What about my wife? She has to be worrying about me by now." My words just fell on deaf ears. I watched her fill a hot water bottle with warm soapy water. Then she attached a hose calling me over with a finger. The sexy seductress played me like a fiddle. Still in heels I decided that crawling was easier. She fed the nozzle into my ass, still very sore, it slipped in a little too easy. Then opened the valve that allowed the liquid to flow. She took a seat on the commode rubbing my back. I was shocked at my obedience.
"Don't you worry about that pretty wife of yours. She knows you and Turner are on a fishing trip. When that little darling comes home," She paused the monologue when the bladder was empty. I was stunned, not believing that I could hold the liquid. I noticed that somehow it made the pain disappear!
