You sent me a message earlier telling me you were on your way and suggested we play hide-and-rape, leading me to my current position: hiding somewhere in my apartment. I'm blind folded, gagged, my collar with the lead attached is around my neck, and there are cuffs on my wrists binding my hands together behind my back. Other than those items I'm nude as I hide, and all I can do is huddle and hope I chose a good hiding spot. You warned me that it would be unpleasant if you found me, but we both know that just makes me want to be found even more.
I hear you moving through the apartment, opening and closing doors, calling out to me, searching for your slut. You're teasing me, and you don't even have your hands on me yet. I squirm in place, the fear of being found, raped, and abused excites me. I think to myself in my head I could run, I don't have to do this, but I know I want it and need it, so I sit and wait to be found.
You draw nearer, I hear your footsteps and the opening of the door. You look in and see me hiding. "There's my slut, hiding. Not very well, since I seem to have found you. Should I punish you for hiding from me, or for being so bad at hiding?" You reach down and grab the lead, using it to pull me to my feet. I struggle to stand up fast enough for you, but you don't wait for my legs to be under me, you want me standing now and pull me into place.
"I asked you a question Slut, which should you be punished for?" you ask me sharply, your hand moving to my throat and pushing me against the wall. I'm gagged and struggling for air, but I manage to work out the words "both, please Sir."
Your laughter comes from deep within your throat, and sends a shiver through me. "I always knew you were a glutton, but I never knew you were that needy. I shouldn't be surprised though, just look at the way you're squirming for me, and I haven't even gotten started on you yet, whore." I whimper through the gag, my pussy is dripping wet and I'm rubbing my thighs together trying to simulate my clit as I think of how you're going to abuse me.
You grab my lead and pull me around the apartment, I can't see where but blindly follow. I hear you opening the blinds, it sounds close, meaning I'm standing near the window. "Since you don't seem to want to hide, I'll put you on display properly for the world to see what you really are: a whore whose only purpose is to be fucked." I feel you move behind me and you push me forward, my body pressing up against the cold glass of the window. A shiver runs through me, a mix of the cold glass against my hot body and the excitement of being on display.
After a few minutes of having me stand at the window you pull me back a few inches and have me hold still. A hand starts rubbing my breasts, you make a comment on how cold they are. "We should warm these back up, we'll make them as hot as that cunt of yours." You move away from me, leaving me standing at the window alone for a minute before I feel something cold on my nipples. I feel your fingers rubbing something on me, first the left nipple, then the right one. I start to smell cinnamon and wonder what is happening, then I start to feel the heat of the Tiger Balm hit. A small moan escapes around my gag as your fingers start pinching my already hard nipples, pulling them away from my body before letting them go. One more pinch and I feel something clamp down on one nipple, then the other. The clamps sting, but they also increase the burning of the tiger balm.
"What's the matter, slut? I thought you'd be used to the feeling of heat. After all, isn't that filthy cunt of yours always hot and ready to be fucked?" As you speak your hand moves down to my slit, a single finger stroking me one time before moving away. Your touch drives me crazy and I thrust my hips forward, searching for your hand. You laugh again and start teasing me, "Look at you, such a desperate cunt, you're dripping wet from being used like the slut you are. So needy."
