She then bent over and retrieved a riding crop with a wide tip from a bag that sat at the end of the bed. My eyes widened as an evil lust washed over her face. She walked to the right side of the bed and began running the crop all over my body. She twirled the tip over my nipples, making them harden into tiny pebbles. She ran it down over my stomach and towards my dampening pussy. I cursed my body for responding to this. My mind screamed for her to stop. My hands and feet ached to break free. But my body said yes. My body said more. My body said take me, fuck me like the slut I am. She reached my mound with the tip and spanked it and then massaged the sting away. I gasped as the burning sensation from the slap quickly faded into pleasure as she massaged it through. My pussy began to throb and pleasurably ache as she continued to spank and massage me.
She spanked my pussy one final time and moved back to my breasts. She slapped them and paid special attention to my aching nipples. She slapped them over and over until I cried out with the pleasure/pain. She smiled wickedly with lustful revenge blazing in her eyes. She then set the crop aside and pulled a vibrator from the bag. She laid down between my legs and began to tease my throbbing pussy. She touched the tip of the vibrator to me and I jumped as the tingling sensations drove me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. She tickled and teased mercilessly she pressed her face to my now dripping wet pussy and began licking me. She licked me up and down and all over, while her hand played with the vibrator. Her tongue speared deep as she began to tongue fuck me. My breathing became heavier as my orgasm built. I moaned as I felt myself about to explode.
"You like that? You fucking like that, you fucking whore!" she yelled at me. "Tell me what you want! Tell me you want to cum! Tell me you like it!" "Oh fuck! Oh yes, I want you to make me cum! I want my juices to explode all over the bed!" I exclaimed just as I began to cum. My orgasm ripped through my body. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through me, my body writhing with pleasure.
When my orgasm subsided, the woman climbed to the top of the bed and demanded I taste myself on her. Surprising myself, I eagerly kissed her, lapping up my juices like a kitty with milk. She then moved away to the bag on the floor. She picked it up and left the room without a word. She's done I thought. She's going to leave me tied up like this. But then just a few minutes later she returned wearing a huge strap on dildo. She set the bag down, but only after grabbing something else out of it. That something was a small butt plug.
"No! Please don't," I begged as she knelt on the bed and began lifting my butt in the air. "Please! Please, I'll do anything else," I sobbed.
"How does it feel to be there, all tied up. Helpless to break free at the mercy of someone else. I have the complete power to break you," she said.
She began rubbing the plug in my pussy juice and then rubbed the tip of it along my asshole. I begged and begged her not to do it, but she ignored my pleas and began slowly inching the plug into me. I cried out as she thrust it all the way in. She then began to rub the strap on all over my swollen clit and soaking wet pussy. I moaned as the tip rubbed over my already sensitized clit, sending shivers down my body and making my nipples harder than they already were.
She then dipped the fake cock into me a few times, making sure I was ready and still wet. She pulled my legs up over her arms and began fucking me slowly. She slid the cock out in a tantalizingly slow rhythm all the way out and then slammed it back in hard. She set my legs down on the bed and reached down to play with the plug in my ass as she fucked me. As she fucked me with the rubber cock and played with the butt plug, I felt my orgasm building. The pleasure of being fucked and the pain/pleasure of the plug was overwhelming. I began to beg her to make me cum. I needed my release so bad. My body was on fire as the flames of lust engulfed me. I was nearly sobbing as tears ran down my face as I began to cum. She kept pounding me harder and faster, her mind on the revenge she was taking out on me. I screamed as she fucked me over the edge of pleasure until I begged for her to stop. My clit was over sensitized, I couldn't handle anymore orgasms. But she didn't stop. The more I begged, the harder and faster she fucked me. She grabbed her tits and then screamed her release. Her cum exploded all around the strap on, down her legs, all over me and the bed.
She finally withdrew the cock and crawled over to my face, thrusting the cock down my throat. I eagerly opened my throat and began sucking the delicious mixture of her cum and mine. She slapped my tits as she fucked my mouth for a little while and then she withdrew the dildo and took it off. She took the strap on and put it away in her bag and grabbed something I couldn't see. The next thing I knew, her hand was covering my face with a rag and my world was black again. The next morning I woke feeling groggy. I wasn't tied to the bed anymore. But as I got out of bed, my pussy and my breasts ached from last night's pleasurable capture. As I showered, I contemplated the night before. I really didn't like paying for someone else's crimes and I didn't like being held against my will. But, I orgasmed over and over. I begged for that woman to fuck me. By the end of my shower, I convinced myself that it was just a one time weird psycho bitch who had been affected by the crime scenes of L.A. So I decided to forget it ever happened and went on with my life.
About a month later, I was representing a very rich, very suave, but very guilty businessman. This man had his hand in literally everything gone wrong. From prostitution, to drugs, and black market antiques, this guy was undeniably guilty, in every way. But nevertheless, I was getting paid to find him innocent. After six months, he was proven innocent. I have to admit though, the prosecution did have a very compelling case, but I am just that good.
Once again, celebrating with the team and friends, we were having a great time. And even though I had put the past behind me, I wasn't going to take any chances of being raped again, even though I inwardly love it. I had asked one of the guys' on the case to take me home. He said he wasn't ready, but his cousin was there and he'd take me. So there we were driving downtown towards my apartment when the guy started acting funny. I thought he was just drunk, but my radar went off just a little. He went about 2 blocks the other way and said he was taking a shortcut. I really started to get worried when he pulled into an abandoned warehouse and said his car wasn't driving right. He got out and he popped the hood. I got out to see if I could help him at all and when I went around to the front, his hand came around and clamped a rag over my face.
I woke once again to find myself naked and in a much more compromising position. I was lying on my stomach on a mattress on the ground. There was a post where my hands were tied with a chain and my ankles were also chained to another post behind me. I moved my head to the side to see my friends cousin sitting there with his hand on his cock stroking himself through his pants. Right next to him was the woman from the first time.
"Well, glad to see you're awake," she smiled.
