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Vague images clouded his mind, an endless void of flashing lights and snippets of conversations he couldn't quite hear. A dream of a beautiful woman molesting him while he was restrained kept replaying in his subconscious over and over again, although he had no idea who she was or why he could picture every inch of her with such crystal clarity. This dream was only ever broken by the image of a needle puncturing his arm, sending waves of agony through his system as he struggled against the bonds holding him down. Then, there was only darkness...beautiful, silent darkness. As the drugs quickly took effect, he sagged against the straps securing him against the vertical table. His breathing became deep as he shifted instantly into a deep resting state, his muscles relaxing against his bonds.
A woman pushed gently against the door, peering through it intently as it swung open to her touch. Seeing that the captive in the center of the room was fully sedated, she slipped silently through the entrance and glided over to the counter; the dim lights seemed to make her nude form glow as she passed beneath them. Working quickly, she rummaged through various cabinet doors and drawers under the sink and pulled out several boxes of assorted sizes. She quickly perused their contents, pulling only a few items from each one before sliding them back into place. When she finished, her eyes roved over the assortment lying on the counter, occasionally flicking her gaze over to the prone occupant to make sure he was still unconscious. Satisfied with her results, she pulled a small table out of the storage space near the wall and set it up close to him. She quickly transported the supplies to the table top, separating them and ensuring that his eyes would fall across them when he regained consciousness.
Shifting her gaze to the panel on the wall, she was relieved to find that the light there was still red, letting her know that she was right on schedule. She turned back and looked at the man strapped to the vertical table. She stepped toward him quietly, confident that the injection they'd given him earlier shouldn't allow him to wake for another half-hour. Yesterday, when she'd paid her first visit to his room, events escalated much faster than she'd planned. Her eyes swept across his high cheekbones and chiseled jaw line, rugged from two days without a shave. She lingered on his lips, a faint blush crossing her cheeks as she remembered precisely how talented his mouth was. She sat there silently for a moment, savoring the memory of his intensity, his tongue plundering her mouth in that first kiss and the liquid lava that had exploded in her veins as he claimed her lips.
Her nipples hardened as she thought about climbing up his body, the feel of his hard frame as she pressed her softness against him. She closed her eyes briefly, and a tingle of arousal fluttered in her lower stomach as she remembered the instant that his tongue parted her lower lips, his growl as he plunged his tongue deep inside her as if he was starving and she was a bountiful feast. She'd had to fight herself hard to stick to the plan, to drive his lust to the point of insanity...when all she really wanted to do was force her tight, aching pussy down over his monster cock and ride him until her juices exploded all over him.
Licking her lips unconsciously, she glanced down at his flaccid member. Even completely soft, it was easily a good seven inches long; she'd resisted the urge to measure it the night before, but figured that at raging hardness, he reached ten inches easily. His cock stirred as if he could feel her eyes, and her fingers were drawn to it. She traced his length with her fingertips, delighted to fill his heaviness growing in the palm of her hand as she cupped her fingers around him. Leaning down, she watched with fascination as his cock hardened before her eyes. Stealing a glance at his face to make sure he wasn't awake, she felt her gaze drawn back to his thickness, marveling at how it seemed to strain toward her, begging for her touch. Impulsively, she leaned down and wrapped her thick lips around the head of his dick, sliding them quickly down his shaft. She moaned gently around him as she felt desire lance through her, its intensity taking her breath as she felt him throb in her mouth.
His musky scent teased her nostrils; he smelled like the woods after a soft rain, like fresh moss-covered earth undisturbed by human plundering. As his rod continued to thicken in her mouth, she was impressed by how his girth seemed to have grown since yesterday and found that she could barely wrap her tiny hand around him. Tendrils of desire spiraled throughout her body as she ran her hands down his hips and braced her palms against his thighs, feeling his tight muscles flex against her fingers. Her eyes sparkled as she wondered if she could make him cum in her mouth while he was unconscious. Surely, she wouldn't get in trouble for it if he wasn't awake to enjoy it, and she suddenly found herself desperate to taste his cream on her tongue.
Glancing up at him again, she closed her eyes as she slid the taut ring of her lips down over his hard length. She forced herself to relax as she felt the tip of his cock bump against the back of her throat, swallowing reflexively as she forced his head past her tonsils. Her entire body quivered with delight as she felt the hard ridge forcing its way down her throat, her breathing restricted as she tried to take his entire length. She couldn't withhold the moan that escaped her when her nose finally nestled in his pubic hair, his throbbing manhood stretching her so that it was hard to control her gag reflex even though she'd long since turned the act of deep-throating into an art. She'd discovered at a very young age that nothing could get her hotter, faster, than having a man fuck her face; she wasn't surprised to feel her own juices begin to flow as she imagined what he'd feel like stretching her pussy lips as he pounded into her with barely restrained violence...