Cleansing

The last thing you remember is drinking at the bar. It was Friday night, you had four days until you had to go back to work and you were determined to celebrate. You were overdue for a girl's night out anyway. You knew you had been drinking way too hard, so you had called for a ride home. That was the last thing you could recall, and you weren't sure if you had ever made it to that ride.

Your head was incredibly foggy. Just opening your eyes was a monumental effort. You seemed to be laying down, but you had no idea where you were or how you had gotten there. You tried to move, but your body didn't respond.

If you focused, you were able to open your eyes and look around but you didn't seem to be able to raise your head. Your eyes and tongue seemed to be working but everything lower than that was numb. You would have been terrified, but you couldn't really form coherent thoughts.

You were laying on your back, on a flat surface. It didn't seem to be padded and was more like a table. You realized it was cold, probably metal. Even though you couldn't move you still seemed to have feeling. You were still fully dressed in the jeans and shirt you'd worn out drinking. A bright light seemed to be coming from above you, lighting the area.

There was the sound of movement somewhere beyond your feet, and you heard a voice speak up. It sounded like a man. The tone was deep and rather pleasantly reassuring.

"Ah, you are finally awake. We can get started. I've been waiting for so long."

He was well spoken, though he had a bit of an accent that you couldn't place. You tried to raise your body, but were still completely unable to move. His footsteps came closer, and he spoke up again.

"Just lay back and relax. This is all according to plan. I've given you a paralytic sedative to keep you helpless. Your muscles can still feel and work fine, but the nerves that signal movement are temporarily numbed. It would be bad for both of us if you were able to move."

You strained again, but your muscles refused to respond and you knew it was true. You felt your feet moving and realized he was removing your shoes as carefully as possible, trying to avoid hurting you. He tossed them aside, and then removed your socks as well, leaving you barefoot.

Then, there was a shearing metal noise. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see hands holding high quality medical scissors. Your vision was still too blurry to make out any other details. The noise came again, this time accompanied by tearing cloth. He continued speaking as he worked.

"You see, I found you out at the bar. I'd been searching for someone like you, to help me satisfy a certain need."

The cutting noise came again. You felt something metal brush your leg, moving higher. You realized that he was cutting his way up the leg of your jeans. You tried to be afraid, to feel the stirrings of panic, but it only made your head spin. You reclined your head against the table and closed your eyes, trying to ease the vertigo.

By the time your breathing returned to normal, he had reached the top of your jeans. His hand pushed under to hold the waist band out and away from your skin as it was cut. It released with a snap as the scissors cut through it easily. He moved to repeat the process on your other leg, still talking.

"Don't struggle. Just relax. The sedative will help you rest. Don't fight it. It will all be over soon. I just want to borrow your body, for a few minutes."

The scissors finished their work on the other side and your jeans went limp, little more than a denim covering now. He peeled them back from your lower half, tugging them out from underneath you and tossing them aside. Now you lay there in your panties, legs sprawling casually open.

You'd worn your cute Hello Kitty panties out that night, expecting to drink and relax, not fuck. No one was supposed to see them. Even at the best of times, you didn't consider yourself one of the attractive girls. You weren't sexy. You weren't the kind of girl that someone takes home from a bar. You hadn't had sex in years, and even then you were hardly experienced. Mostly, you just laid back while they did their business and was grateful when it was over.

Now your cute panties were on display. Even through the mental fog you felt humiliated. Your face burned as you blushed furiously. You tried to cover yourself or close your legs, but there was only the persistent numbness.

The faceless voice laughed, either at your panties or your blush, you couldn't be sure which. You felt fingers touch your stomach, points of warmth that trailed down toward your crotch. If you had been able to shiver, you would have. A single finger slipped beneath your panties, pulling them slightly. You braced yourself for a deeper touch, but sighed with internal relief as it withdrew without further violation.

"I love these. They are adorable. They look great on you too. Cute, but sexy."

He came closer, and you caught a variety of unusual smells. His was quite pleasant, but it was mixed with antiseptic and other things you couldn't identify. His hand raised the hem of your shirt, allowing the scissors to catch it and begin cutting. You wanted to beg, to plead, as they steadily stripped away your clothing. You began to panic as they approached your neck. It was over in seconds, and then your torn shirt was taken and discarded as well. You felt relief that the scissors were gone, but panic and embarrassment as you lay there in your underwear.

Your bra wasn't quite as cheerful as your panties. Plain, black, and economical, it did its job of keeping your large breasts more or less under control. You felt him standing over you. He carefully worked the scissors under the center of your bra. He seemed to see the panic in your eyes and paused.

"Don't worry. This won't hurt. I'm being very careful. I just have to get these out of the way."

The bra separated with a snip. Your freed breasts sagged down under the pull of gravity. The air was cold on your nipples as he pulled the ruined bra from under you and discarded it. Your orbs of feminine flesh were milky white, with soft pink nipples that were now clearly and painfully erect. You squirmed and crawled in your skin, trying desperately to move even a single muscle. You couldn't remember the last time a man had seen your breasts. Back in high school, maybe? Now they hung there, exposed, and you could feel his eyes taking them in. He moved lower.

"Just one more step, and we are done with this part. Almost there."

Thankfully, he seemed to be finished with the scissors. He gripped the soft fabric of your panties and begin to pull them down over your hips. They slid down over your knees, then your ankles. He gently lifted each foot clear of them, setting each down easily. Then your panties were gone too and you were completely nude.

There was a chilly and unfamiliar breeze on your bare labia. You had never been nude in public before. You weren't sure if this was public, but it felt like it, and you were filled with an overwhelming desire to cover yourself, to hide your innocent sex, to close your legs.

Please don't look at me, you begged inside your head. Don't hurt me. Please don't touch me, don't rape me. You couldn't vocalize a word of it though, you could only shake your head weakly from side to side as you lay there, nude and helpless in the bright light. The voice beamed with excitement.

"How lovely! How marvelous. Truly beautiful. This is going to be such wonderful fun."

He stood over you again. You felt one of your breasts cupped in his hand. Your involuntarily aroused nipple was hard and pointing skyward. He rubbed gently on your nipple, pulling it slightly, sending an unexpected shock of pleasure through your body. Then, he placed something on it. Releasing it, it clamped down hard on your nipple causing you to scream silently as tears rolled down your cheeks. Then a clamp was placed on the other nipple. Despite the pain, you didn't so much as twitch or make a sound. Your substantial breasts sagged to each side under the weight of the clamps, and you sobbed in silence.

"Ah, tears so early. Do not worry! You will grow to love this! It will be wonderful for you as well! Here, let me help you get over these early fears."

His footsteps faded away, and you struggled to regain your composure, getting used to the pain in your breasts. You were afraid now, of what he was going to do to you. Terrified of how far he was going to go. You were a good girl. You had never done anything kinky before. Had never exposed yourself, or been used like this. You were quiet and shy. Not sexy.

Then the footsteps returned. He pushed your legs open, causing them to nearly hang off each side of the table. Your breath caught as you felt his fingers spreading your labia, exposing your clit. You did your best to curl up into a ball and hide this most intimate part of your sexuality. He was relentless. You gasped as you felt cold fluid being poured directly onto your clit. The direct stimulation was intense. He rubbed it thoroughly into your pussy, and his forceful touch sent shocks of pleasure coursing through you.

You weren't sure what the fluid was but you quickly realized what it was for. It started out as a faint heat, that grew into an unbearable burn. The nerves of your clit and labia were ignited by the gel, producing raw sensations that begged for your touch to release them. The voice chuckled, and spread your labia apart with his fingers.

"There, you see! That's much better. "

You realized with deep shame that your vagina was wet. The gel was doing its work, and you had been unable to resist his touch. Your tight, virginal hole was now gaping slightly, dripping the beginnings of aroused lubrication. You had never been so embarrassed. Your face burned with heat and you wanted nothing more than to close your legs. That wasn't all, though. There was a deeper need. You realized, as humiliating as it was, that you wanted to close your legs and run and hide - and then secretly rub your clit until you came. Away from prying eyes, where you could squat, and fuck yourself, and spurt that wetness all over your fingers in blissful orgasm.

You realized he was looking at you, blushing, deep in thought about secret pleasures.

"Yes. I can see that you are innocent. Your face is so red in shame at being so exposed. But you are practically moaning. You want so badly to taste those forbidden pleasures, but can't find the freedom to do so. You want to be someone else, to do such unspeakable things. I can help you. I can show you."

He walked closer to your head. You felt a hand wrap into your hair and turn your head, gently but forcefully. You found yourself staring directly at his erect cock. Unable to resist him, you could only watch as his cock head slipped into your open mouth and across your tongue. You tried to pull away but were barely able to do more than twitch or bob your head. There was little physical contact, but he continued slowly pushing in and out of your mouth. The head of his cock tasted good rolling on your tongue.

"No, go ahead. Do it. Take it. No one is here. No one will ever know that you sucked on my cock, as if you were hungry to swallow my cum. Only I will know how badly you crave a cock in your sweet little mouth."

Deep inside, even if you couldn't admit it even to yourself, you knew it was true. You had never sucked a cock before. But you craved it. You needed that salty taste on your tongue. You had dreamed of that throbbing hardness. Somewhere in your darkest secret fantasies, you were a cock sucking whore who could take a man into your throat and swallow load after load without gagging. Tears rolled down your cheeks as your lips closed around his phallus. There was still very little you could do, but you willingly took his length into your mouth.

He moaned in satisfaction at your acceptance, and you felt the first salty drops of pre-cum on your tongue. You flicked your tongue, licking at the tip of his cock clean as he thrust. It was an electric feeling and it only made your pussy throb more desperately. If you had been able to move your hands then you would have been teasing your clit by now.

He stroked your hair lovingly as he withdrew his cock. He pushed forward one last time to smear his pre-cum across your innocent lips and your cheek. You had never imagined that before in your fantasies, but as you felt the sticky hotness on your face you found that you loved it. You deserved to have his load on your face. You savored it.

A sudden buzzing noise broke your train of thought.

"Now, I want to see it. You are so deliciously shy. I bet no one has ever been able to watch you orgasm before. Will you do that for me, my lovely? Show me how erotic you really are."

As he spoke, something forced its way into your vagina. The soft silicon penetrated you easily, and the buzzing vibration stimulated every inch of your pussy as it slid inside. You had used a vibrator before, but always at your own pace. Now you were helpless with your legs gaping as it worked in and out of you. It felt so good, but you struggled to restrain yourself. You were desperate not to come like this, spread open and being forced to orgasm by this faceless voice.

However, he knew exactly what he was doing. The vibrator was pushing the hot gel into your vagina, coating it. Your cunt burned with undeniable need. Even immobile, you could feel your body began to sweat, and your breathing grew rapid. Your heart pounded, seemingly moving as quickly as the vibrator pumping into you.

Then the vibrator slipped higher, out of your vagina and pressing directly against your clit. Your eyes closed and your head rolled back against the table. A low moan of ecstasy escaped your throat, and your muscles quivered involuntarily. The intensity of the orgasm robbed you of conscious thought. Your pussy seemed to clamp and shiver, begging for more. The convulsions moved through your entire body, tensing your ass and curling your toes. Your breasts swayed under the weight of the clamps and they were covered in a sheen of sweat.

There was intense heat and wetness. You realized the force of your orgasm was spraying your intimate fluid across the table. The thought burned through you, and you let yourself go. You laid there, helpless as you released yourself into the raw intensity. Your body barely appeared to move at all, but your pussy was throbbing, pouring out your arousal and coating the table underneath you. It pooled under your ass and ran in a stream off the table.

There was a wet lapping noise, and you realized he was kneeling at the end of the table, drinking in your fluid as it flowed into his mouth. You felt him move closer, licking his way up toward you. Then his hot tongue was on your labia. You submitted. You simply rested, basking in the feeling of release, allowing him to thoroughly clean you. He didn't miss a drop, slipping his tongue inside you and moaning at your taste. He sent aftershocks through your body as he licked your clit free of any fluid. You were thoroughly spent. He seemed satisfied as well - but only for a moment.

Breathing hard, he pulled you closer to the end of the table. Your ass slid through the stickiness from your orgasm and your legs hung over the edge. He raised one of your legs into the air, then fastened it into some sort of hanging harness. The other was also placed in the harness. It was now as if you were laying back on the edge of the table with your legs high and spread. He had a direct view of your spread pussy and ass, but you had barely any shame left. You could still feel wetness running from your pussy down to your ass.

Your vision had finally seemed to clear, and the orgasm seemed to stimulate your body back to wakefulness. You couldn't quite move yet but you were feeling better. You were able to easily raise your head to look down and observe him positioning himself between your legs.

You gave yourself up, waiting to feel his cock penetrate you. A willing toy, with your vagina still wet and ready to take him inside your body. However, that wasn't his goal. Your eyes flew open and you gasped in shock as a finger pushed its way inside your virgin asshole. It seemed to be covered in some kind of gel as well. It was cold and slippery. You moaned, your body shaking as his digit probed in and out of your ass.

"You seem to be feeling better. I suppose I better make this quick then. Pardon me for any roughness."

With that, the head of his cock pushed up against your anus. With your ass spread wide, you were an easy target. You strained to move, to pull away. Your fingers gripped the edge of the table. But you weren't quite there yet. You had no choice but to lay there as he thrust into your ass.

There was a wave of pain. The gel seemed to take the edge off, but it still burned as your inexperienced asshole was stretched open by his cock. You could feel every inch sliding up your ass. It ached, but it hurt in a good way too. Like it or not, you were an anal whore right now who was going to get fucked.

He drove the full length of his phallus into you, pressing his body up against yours. For a long moment all you could feel was his hardness throbbing throughout you. Then he pulled out, all the way to the end, only the tip still penetrating you. The force of his returning thrust made you gasp and struggle to catch your breath. Your breasts bounced with each hard impact, sending sharp pings of pain and pleasure from your tortured nipples. He seemed to be making good on his attempt to finish quickly.

You found yourself unable to think of anything other than the feeling of your asshole stretching as he impaled you on his cock. You found your voice returning, and moaned as you were helplessly pounded. He grabbed your legs and fucked you furiously. Thankfully your ass was still relaxed and took him without much effort on your part. His voice was rising in time with his thrusts. He was losing control as his passion built.

"God, yes. You've never had a cock up your ass before have you? It's so tight. I'm so deep inside you. I can feel your asshole squeezing me, practically milking the cum out of me. I'm going to fill up your sweet innocent ass with my load and make a proper anal slut out of you."

His cock pumped all the way in and throbbed as it released a burst of hot cum into you. Each time you felt him tense, another burst of semen coated your insides. You could feel it, hot within you, and it was incredibly arousing. He pumped within you for what felt like a full minute. There was so much cum filling you up, the sensation was overwhelming. You were certain that once he pulled his dick out of you that your asshole would be dripping semen.

You realized at some point your hand had moved to your clit. You couldn't help yourself. You moaned as his dick popped out of your ass, and heard the splatter of cum on the floor. You furiously worked your pussy. You weren't ready to finish being an anal whore. You felt a sharp sting on the back of your ass cheek, and something cold flowed into your veins but you didn't care. You needed to finish, to release.

Even as you felt yourself slipping away into unconsciousness, you rubbed harder on your clit. The last thing you saw before your eyes closed was a stream of fluid flowing from your cunt. You distantly felt a hot tongue licking your pussy and asshole clean. You heard your own voice, screaming in orgasmic bliss. Then, there was only darkness.

You woke up in your bed, startled and unsure of where you were. The lamp beside your bed was on and these were your familiar blankets. You tried to remember what happened, but everything was foggy. You had a vague recollection of something terrible and dark, but you weren't sure if it was anything more than a drunken fantasy. Maybe you'd gotten a ride home and stumbled drunkenly to bed.