The cool air woke her and slowly she began to feel her way back to consciousness. The fear blossomed in her chest with the realization of where she was. Or rather, the realization that she had no idea where she was.
She twisted her head, but her neck was trapped and she couldn't see. Her eyes were open and there was nothing covering them but her world has been reduced to darkness and vague shadows. She was naked and kneeling, straddling...something. Her wrists were locked in place on either side of her head and she groped around blindly with her fingers. She had the sudden thought of a renaissance fair pillory turned upright.
Heart racing, she moved to pull against the restraints and as her hips move felt something shift inside her.
With mounting horror, she realized there was something inside her pussy. Squirming, she lifted her hips, trying to raise herself off it. Her lower legs had been tied down. Straps of some kind around her ankles and under her knees holding them against the ground. She strained to pull herself up, feeling the ribbing along the toys length rubbing against her insides inch by inch, but the pillory held her upper half fast and the toy was long.
Her body shook and she collapsed back onto it with a cry of equal parts frustration and horrible pleasure.
"Hello?"
In the silence, the sound of her own voice made her flinch.
"Is anyone there? Help, please!"
Had she been thinking clearly she might have known calling out was likely in vain, if not actively dangerous, but the panic had nearly overtaken her.
Her body trembled, movement rubbing the toy against her insides and the knobbly gel-like pad she was straddling, pressed against her lips. Goosebumps rippled across her skin at the slightest movement of the air against it, nipples having grown hard from the coolness against her skin. And only that she tried to convince herself.
It was a nightmare; naked and vulnerable. Blind. Trapped. Helpless. And violated, feeling the toy inside her. All of them primal fears that resonated in the deepest part of her mind. Fear that mingled headily with the humiliating, shameful arousal.
She whimpered.
The low vibration that started between her legs made her gasp and cry out, jumping as if she'd been shocked even as her legs tried to squeeze closed. It was a horribly wonderful sensation, buzzing against her clit and through the dildo inside her. Desperate, she pressed herself up and managed to raise herself partly off it; the buzzing growing louder with part of the toy no longer muffled by her body.
Even with the panicked surge of strength she couldn't escape it entirely.
Gasping, panting, she twisted her wrists, slapping and clawing at the pillory, feeling for... something, anything! She tried throwing her weight to one side, but the device refused to move and it only made the vibrating toy wiggle against and inside her.
Her muscles quivered with the strain, the ache of trying to hold the awkward position contrasting with the relentless vibration pleasures of the toy. Eyes burning with shameful tears, she choked out a sob. A sob that became a reluctant, whimpering moan as her strength failed her and she dropped back onto the relentless machine.
Her thighs squeezed together and she tilted her hips forwards, the weight of her body pressing her clit against the silicone pad as it jumped and danced.
And it felt good.
She hated it.
She hated whoever had done this to her.
She hated how incredibly it felt.
She hated herself for not being able to resist or escape. And for enjoying it.
She tensed up, trying a couple times to move, jerking her hands in a vain attempt to get free, but there was no hope.
"Please!" Her voice was high with desperation and in that moment even she couldn't have said for sure what she was begging for. For it to stop? For more? Whatever else she had meant to say died with a strangled cry as the vibrations redoubled, the buzz growing to an angry whine that assaulted her core.
The fear lingered, but the growing knot of pleasure was swiftly eclipsing it as the toy ramped up. The scent of her arousal filled the air, wetness coating the insides of her thighs. She tried to hold it off, tried to fight it. Tensing, she twitched and spasmed. If it didn't stop, if it didn't relent, she would cum.
Except it did.
