She stirred. Groggily. Senses dulled, as they are when slowly returning to consciousness from a deep sleep, fighting the urge to curl up and return to slumberland. Though this was not a natural sleep she awoke from.
She was semi aware that something was touching her leg...her naked leg. She tried hard to focus, to will herself back to full alertness, so she could place what it was.
She wondered for a second if it was just the cold, as her body shivered involuntarily; her skin reacting to the pervasive chill in the air by developing small pimples across the surface of her body.
But no, it was not a silent draught of air that brushed her leg, it was a hand; or more precisely the gentle, tentative trailing finger-tips of a hand.
As she could feel the cold air washing over her, she understood two things in quick succession. Firstly she was not covered by bedding, nor was she clothed.
Why was her head in a fog? Why would it not clear? She was confused; with a growing panic building, both by her inability to respond, and by the fingers deftly continuing their progress, as they now slowly caressed the inside of her thigh.
She tried to rise, but her head and shoulders felt like a concrete block. She could barely lift them. There was something else too. Her arms and legs would not move to support her efforts to rise, and fear struck her heart as she understood that they were tethered.
Her senses and cognitive skills were beginning to function, flowing back like a flash flood reclaiming a dry brook, and with it she knew she was someones victim.
Her arms were tied above her head in a v-shape, splayed out wide, tied to corner posts she imagined, for she could not see. Her legs were identically tied, providing easy access to the soft, malleable flesh of her inner thighs. And her sex.
The probing fingers reached the crease of her groin and traced the path up to her hip, and back again. Finger nails dragged across her skin making her shudder.
She tried to speak, but her throat was so dry. Not that this mattered, as her mouth was also gagged with some kind of ball; it seemed to be strapped in place behind her head...like those worn by gimps.
The blindfold on her eyes made her panic the most though. The fear of the unseen, creating their own images and nightmares in her mind, building a growing hysteria, her vulnerability palpable. She had visions of a man with tools, or implements like some demented nazi interrogator in a concentration camp; hell bent on conducting sick experiments on her. She began to whimper and moan. Tears formed in her eyes, her head shaking violently from side to side, as her imagination took hold of her, convincing her it was a reality.
Out of the darkness she heard a soft, "Sssshh" followed by the brush of a hand wiping the tears from her cheeks. An act that was repeated until her sobs and thrashing subsided, and she calmed. Calmed that is, like a wild animal in the road staring at inbound headlights. Spellbound, transfixed. Aware it was not over, that something was still going to happen to her, anticipating it, but sensing there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
The hand left her cheek, and glided slowly to her neck, then her shoulder and down to the top of her breast. She shuddered, knowing it would reach her nipple in the next moment and was proved correct.
Her nipples already stood erect before they were pinched in turn between thumb and finger by her assailant. She didn't know if this was through fear, or the cold air biting on her skin; or as she was horrified to even consider, arousal.
The flat of his hands replaced the pincer like fingers, pressing in to both her natural, firm mounds, massaging them, trapping the nipples between finger knuckles as they moved in slow gyrating circles.
She could smell his scent as he stood close to her. A hint of soap was the most prevailing fragrance, as if whoever was molesting her had stepped recently from the shower, but it was also undoubtedly the scent of a man not a woman. She imagined him naked therefore, given the lack of musk from any clothing in her nostrils, but barely perceptible rustling suggested she may not be entirely accurate.
She felt warm air blow across her nipple, before it was consumed between moist, warm lips. Teeth nipped and teased first one nipple then the other, a wet tongue flicking wildly at their extremities when not being suckled.
A hand was moving slowly down her abdomen to her trimmed bush, like a side-winder snake making steady progress to its target, as his mouth continued to tease her breasts.
Fingers reached the shorn hair covering her pubis, and slowly began to scratch back and forth, as if combing the scant bristles. She stiffened. Her legs rigid, but her head beginning to roll from side to side again, anticipating what was to follow.
The tethers bit in to both wrist and ankles, as she struggled in vain to free herself.
Her clitoris was now being pleasured. Slow, circular rubbing motions making her squirm and writhe despite herself. His tongue licked her cheek, and then his lips kissed her forehead, as his attentions on her hooded trigger became more urgent, and she knew she was close to orgasm. She felt angry and ashamed that she should be about to cum when she was being assaulted by...well she had no idea.
The thought lingered as she clenched her teeth hard, her body spasming from her ejaculation. She would not give him the satisfaction of letting him see, or hear how much it affected her. She could no longer feel the chill in the air; her body was flushed with warmth and energy from the rush of endorphins and adrenalin.
She was concentrating hard on generating a memory, of how she had ended up in this situation, on who was assaulting her. Try as she might she could not yet place anything, any incident or event that precipitated her attack. Nor could she think of anyone known to her who would do this. It had to be a stranger, a random act.
"I am going to remove your gag." The voice was altered. Electronic and prepared. Recorded commands to hide his real voice.
"Scream if you like. It will have no effect."
