My limbs were stiff and throbbing when I regained consciousness, but now freed from the ropes that had held them. I examined the deep red marks around my wrists that were beginning to bruise. I tried to stretch my jaw, but I found that although my kidnapper had freed my arms and legs, the pink ball gag was still in my mouth. My mind was foggy and I was wondering whether to take it out or not when the door to the bedroom opened.
My captor walked in and closed the door behind him. The men's' voices I could hear out in the living room continued to talk amongst themselves, laughing occasionally.
"Rise and shine, Fatty."
I started to sit up on the edge of the bed, and groaned when I put weight on my sore thighs and aching pussy and ass. I could see light bruises on my big white tits and belly.
"Oh, Crystal. Don't tell me you're worn out already... we've only just started on you," he laughed.
I shot him a venomous look, which probably looked remarkably stupid with the gag still in my face.
"You do look like a mess though. Here, clean yourself up!" he threw a package of wet wipes on the bed next to me. I pointed to my mouth.
"Good slut, asking permission. I can take it out if you promise to be quiet, but it's just going to go back in in a few minutes," he came over and unfastened the back. I pulled it out and shut my mouth for the first time in a couple hours. It was excruciating!
I cleaned my face with a wipe, and parts of it turned black with mascara that had smeared around my eyes. I started wiping the rest of myself down, being gentle with my swollen pussy and thighs. I was so humiliated when I stood up and felt more cum gush from my pussy and down my legs. I cleaned that up, too.
The man came over to me with the camera.
"Okay, bitch, show me that pretty smile!"
I squinted my eyes at him, but stayed quiet like he told me to.
He reached out and slapped my face, "I said smile!"