Chapter 2: Unleashed
Checking the bindings on her ankle, she found a comfortable padded satin interior, under thick leather, with strap, buckle, and lock. It was held securely to a braided cable loop and anchored to a loop set in the floor. Without benefit of tools, she was not going anywhere.
Looking around the room, she found there was daylight, but no windows. The light was provided with holes through the ceiling somehow. there was a fresh jug of water with lemon slices floating in it on a table near the bed. A rather large television sat against the far wall from the bed, and a commode was off to one corner near the bed, behind a screen.
There was a remote control sitting on her end table, she switched it on out of curiosity. She was shocked to see her naked lower body being tongued by a masked man. She was viewing what she had thought was a fantasy dream, and yet, there she was, large as life, being rimmed by a total stranger. And worse, her face was shown, and she was loving it.
The thought of that orgasm being real made her tingle deep inside. Hearing herself so loud, in stereo. Seeing herself, her fantasy, her curiosity fulfilled.
She didn't realize she was touching herself until a moan of pleasure left her lips. Her fingertip was idly stroking her clitoris. making her hips grind slightly, and her knees grow weak. The sound of her pleasure was very loud, and she found it intoxicating. Her strokes became faster, more determined, oh God she was close...
A sharp stinging slap across her cheeks brought her out of her almost climax with a gasp and a sharp
"OH!"
She turned to see her captor, a yardstick in his hand.
"The toy will not touch itself, nor please itself without permission," he said.
"The toy will do as she is told or she will receive punishment!"
"Now remove your robe."
For a brief moment she hesitated, and again she felt a sharp crack across her already tender buttocks.
"Toy, make yourself naked. Show yourself to me!"
His words were short, and gruff, spoken as if at the end of his patience. She wished the mask he wore fit his face better, so she could see his eyes.
He stepped forward, grasping the robe roughly and ripping it from her. Her hair was grasped by the back of her head, she was pulled down forcibly over his knee, and she felt his stinging blows again and again rain on her pink and tender buttocks.
The pain and sting soon numbed in sharpness. Her tender flesh was numb, and the tingle and sensation carried through until she felt each blow as a push against her tight pucker, and she came. Just like that, she exploded, her body wracked and bucked. This was no normal run of the mill orgasm. This was something primal, something almost bestial in nature. It was almost as if he'd unlocked something she'd always kept hidden deep inside.
His hand caressed her hair gently, as she seemed to wake again from a dream. The light was brighter in the room. Time had passed, but how much she couldn't know. Her ass was still numb, and her cheeks felt crusty somehow.
Suddenly she again heard her voice loud, she was screaming, over the repeat sound of hailing blows of hand to tender cheek. She turned her head to see the tv screen, and saw herself bucking wildly as the orgasm she recalled hit her. Then she saw the rest, and she cried deeply. To her surprise, instead of hitting her, he cradled her and hugged her close until she quieted in his arms. Watching the intensity of her orgasm from the spanking was almost like a release valve. after she came like that she cried almost a decade of stress out of herself. She was trapped, she was a prisoner, at the whim of another. But for the first time in her life, she felt free. Free to say anything she ever wanted in bed, she was certain of that. If she was good, he'd do something for her if she asked nicely. He was a kidnapper, and a sex fiend, but god, was he ever good at it.
