She came to, face down on a bed, feeling vaguely uncomfortable and definitely a little dizzy. The room was darkened, and swimming to consciousness she had ignored the urgent sounds drifting through her ears.
Now, opening her eyes she peered through the dim, looking for the source of those sounds. At first what she saw didn't make any sense to her eyes. Reaching to a bedside table, she turned on the light and gasped at what it revealed.
A man , in a leather chest harness and pants to his knees, powerfully built and dark skinned, was pounding his cock into another man's ass. The other man was taking it but not without protest. He was straining out little grunts and muffled screams around a ball gag, strapped to an exotic looking bench .
It held him bent forward at near perfect height for the taller mans hips to get maximum push. His hands were cuffed to the forward legs of the bench, and his ankles back and further out, to the splayed legs of the bench.
In the split second of the lamps revelation, she noticed the bound man was of a smaller build, light skin tone, and sandy blond, a near perfect opposite to the taller man's dark muscular body. Both were covered in sweat and the sight of it all made her pussy twitch involuntarily.
"Hey baby how are you feeling?" the dominator asked.
"I'm... not sure." she replied, realizing while that was true, she did know she was very wet,a little sore at both bottom and head and terribly confused feeling.
"Hang on a minute honey, I'm almost done with this sissy slut."
If anything, tall and dark redoubled his efforts, now slapping his balls audibly off the other man's ass, eliciting further painful grunts from the submissive. Now interspersed with those pain sounds were other sounds of pleasure. Somehow the smaller man was enjoying this brutal subjugation.
Intensely aroused now, and very curious, she leaned forward on the bed to get a better view. She almost gasped again. Hanging just below the edge of the bench was the smaller mans dick, caged in a small wire structure, strapped and secured somehow to his balls.
A steady flow of what looked like pre-cum was flowing from the caged cock. Feeling her pussy twitch again she began humping the pillow between her legs, enjoying the delicious feel of the soft material on her sore and swollen crotch.
Noting her obvious signs of arousal, tall and dark made a "tsk tsk" noise.
"Can't have the cock slave enjoying himself TOO much can we? " he asked with a leer.
Pausing for a moment, he lowered a blindfold already strapped to the mans head, so that he couldn't see her pleasuring herself on the bed in front of the bench.
"Go ahead baby, make all the noise you want, he isn't fit to see you cum but your voice will torture him enough." and with that he started again, slower now but just as deep, fucking him to the hilt.
She was still confused but overwhelmingly horny. Her clit was throbbing uselessly into the pillow, her flesh was nearly goose pimpled in her need. Moaning slightly at the touch, she lightly ran a finger up her entire slit, gingerly at first fearing burning pain.
To her pleasure, it merely felt slightly bruised, very sensitive and it reminded her somehow of being recently fucked , but she didn't remember having sex.
Without thought, her other hand crept up to her face, there putting her pinkie to her mouth in an unaware gesture of oral fixation. Continuing her self exploration, she moaned a little more and arched her back, hitting a particularly sensitive area of her pussy. It was so slick it felt as if she had already cum.
Feeling a small lance of pain, her fingers encountered a bruise at her temple, just into the hairline. It was tender and throbbing with her pulse.
"When did I hit my head..." she struggled out, biting off gasps, and searching for of all things, a name.
"I don't know babe, I was banging you pretty hard from behind a few minutes ago , maybe you hit it on the headboard?" tall and dark said, sounding heavily distracted.
Looking over he noticed the bruise peeking out from her hair and stopped fucking the smaller man immediately.
"Oh hey! You want some ice for that?" Without waiting for a response, he dashed from the room.
Feeling dizzier than before, she stopped touching herself and laid back across the heavily rumpled bed. She could hear running water from the adjoining bathroom, and the subsiding moans and heavy breathing of the restrained man on the bench.
Moments later, tall and dark returned carrying a bowl of water, cloths and a bucket of ice.
"I stopped to clean up a little , sorry, here put this on your head." A handful of ice cubes wrapped in a wet cloth was handed to her. "Thank you.. I, oh my god.." She said, the ice bitterly cold to her skin, nearing ice cream headache proportions. "For the life of me I cant remember your name!"
"Seriously? " he chuckled, " I'm Dominic, YOU know!"
"No for real! In fact, I can't remember MY name either! Or his!" she said , indicating the man on the bench, now straining at his bonds.
"Oh my god you must have hit your head a lot harder than i thought." Dominic said.
He looked thoughtful and concerned now, the earlier sex rush fading from his face.
"I better get the slave packed off for now, you're too ill to continue this." He leaped up and briskly wheeled the bench out of the room, rolling unseen down the hall. She could hear fading sounds of the bench being wheeled further from the room, some clunking, banging, and finally what sounded like the thump of a house door closing firmly.
"OK I've sent him off for now." Dominic said on returning to the room.
"Whats my name?" she asked, feeling it very important that she know who she was, feeling lost.
" Your name is.. Delilah." He said , grinning now." I usually just call you Del, you sure you don't remember your name?"
"No, that doesn't even sound familiar, in fact I don't remember anything before waking up to see you, uh, um..." She faded off, unsure how to put into words her waking images.
