It's dark. It's silent. It's cold. I don't know what's going on. I don't know where I am. I can't move; my body feels heavy. My head is pounding, the pain unbearable. There is a musty scent in the air, and something unfamiliar. I'm listening hard, though the pain in my head makes that difficult, for any noise, anything that might tell me where I am. I try to move, to open my eyes, but my eyes are open and it's still black. I cannot move my arms or legs. I realize I must be blindfolded, and more terrifying, that I must be tied down. I wiggle just a little and feel cloth beneath me. I surmise that I must be on a bed, and worse, that I'm completely naked.
I think of screaming, I try to make a noise, but I'm gagged. I try to move my mouth, but it is being held open by what feels like a ball tied to some kind of strap around my head. "Oh God, what is this place!" I think. "Who brought me here? What do they want with me?"
I hear footsteps, the squeaky turn of a door handle, and the sound of someone entering the room. I freeze in terror. Who is this person, what do they want with me? I hear some shuffling to my right, and I wonder if this is a man or woman, what he or she is doing. There are no words spoken, no acknowledgement of my existence within this room, and yet, I feel as though I'm being watched.
I listen carefully to my captor move about around the room, and from the heavy footsteps and loud breathing, I determine that it's a man. Just as I start to think maybe he is going to leave without noticing me, I feel a warm hand on my ankle, sliding up my leg. I feel the bed sink near my feet with his weight as he climbs onto the bed.
"You have been a very bad girl," I hear him say in a deep voice, a voice I recognize but can't place. "You are going to be punished."
I feel something smooth and cold, almost like leather, move up my other leg all the way to my exposed pussy. I'm terrified. I don't know what this man will do to me, what he wants from me, but I'm pretty certain I'm not going to walk out of this room without feeling pain.
He adjusts on the bed, and I wonder what he is going to do when suddenly I feel the slap of the leather against my thigh. I cry out, but my gag keeps me from making much noise. I am smacked again, this time across one of my breasts. I want to cry, but I don't. He continues slapping me with the leather thing up and down my legs, across my stomach, over my breasts, and then he hits my pussy. It is agony and I feel the tears stream down the sides of my face. I wince with every blow, and he's only concentrating on my pussy now. I don't think I can take much more when there is a new sensation. As he hits my pussy, I feel it against my clit, and suddenly I'm getting wet. This torture is causing me to be aroused! He hits my clit again, and again, and again. I feel a warmth slide down my ass as my juices really get flowing.
"That's a good girl, taking your punishment as you deserve." He reaches down and runs a finger over my now very sensitive pussy. I wince as he touches my tender skin and slides his finger down into my slit. "So wet! I knew you would enjoy that, you little bitch."
I can't move, can't speak, can't do anything but feel the tears run faster down my face. He shifts on the bed again, and I'm afraid of what is next. I feel his arms against my thighs just a second before I feel him parting my pussy lips with his warm fingers. He gently glides a finger over my clit, and again. Then I feel his hot breath just before he runs his tongue over the length of my pussy. I try to move, to wiggle away, but I'm stretched tight on the bed and unable to do anything. He runs his tongue up my pussy again and this time closes his mouth around my clit, sucking and licking. I'm terrified, yet I can't help but feel the pleasure as he tortures me with his mouth.
One of his hands moves from my pussy, then I feel him shove a finger deep inside me, hard. He pumps it in and out quickly for a few strokes before adding a second finger, his mouth still glued to my clit. He fingers me hard and fast, rubbing over my g spot, and I can't help myself any longer. I give in to the pleasure. I've never felt anything quite this wonderful before. No man I've been with has ever done this to me. Now when I start making noise it's in ecstasy not pain or fear. I feel myself on the edge, my body writhing what little it can.
"Cum for me slut! Cum now!" he growls, and I do just as he says. I feel hot fluid spray from my pussy with the most intense orgasm I've ever felt. It seems to go on and on, never ending. I'm screaming through my gag, my body moving as much as it is allowed, and his fingers are still inside me, his tongue still on my clit as I cum.
I finally come down from my orgasm and feel my whole body tingle. I can't believe how amazing that was, and suddenly I don't care that I'm not here by choice. I want to do that again! I am shocked at the intensity of what I just felt. I didn't know orgasms could be like that, and I had no idea that fluid could shoot from my pussy that way.
