Her eyes fluttered open and her vision was still blurry. Her head ached. He must have slipped something in my drink, she thought.
Confused, she tried to move her arms, only to find that they were stretched high above her and with her wrists bound and tied to some kind of mechanism on the ceiling. Christina blinked again, slowly then furiously trying to get her bearings.
The room was dark. She knew she heard whispers but could not make out what was being said or where it was coming from. The only light in the small space shone directly from above her as if it were acting like a spotlight. Her breathing intensified as she started to panic. She squinted, trying to make out anything more than shadows. She looked down and found herself completely naked, barely sitting on a chair with the ropes above her balancing her best they could. Her skin was on fire from embarrassment, and her heart raced from fear.
"Pull her up." The voice came from in front of her. She yanked her head up to try and see. Without warning, the ropes were pulled which caused her to stand. Somebody whooshed in from behind her and removed the chair. She was again left naked, on display. "Spread your legs." The same voice commanded her. She began shaking uncontrollably, unsure what to do. "I said, spread your legs, you whore." Instinctively, she listened and spread her legs shoulder width. A collective "ah" was heard from her audience. "Check her." The voice was obviously speaking to somebody else and she waited to find out what her fate was going to be.
A woman appeared from the darkness and situated herself in front of her. Her eyes were inviting, deep blue like the furthest depths of the ocean. Her hair was platinum blonde, and she was wearing the most magnificent red leather outfit. Tied tightly in the waist, her breasts hung out from the top. She came in close to her allowing her breasts to touch Christina's arm. Christina's breathing changed from panic to a sick kind of excitement. The blonde then turned into her, allowing them to be breast to breast and looked at her with an intensity that would turn anyone on. She came closer, their lips barely touching, yet the blonde was able to reach her tongue into Christina's mouth, slowly rimming the inside of her upper lip. Without any kind of warning, she pulled back, reached down and violently jammed two fingers into Christina's pussy making her gasp. As quickly as she put them in, she yanked them out, putting them in her mouth, deep-throating her own hand.
"She's ready, Master. Tasty, and wet enough for your glorious cock."
The blonde stood back, just barely.
"Excellent." The voice finally came into the light. It was him. Her blind date. One minute they were sharing dinner, the next she ended up here. "My friends. Tonight is a special night. I bring you Christina, and I shall share her with you. You may do with her as you please." He turned towards her. "Should you choose to ram your cock down her throat you may." He forcefully opened her jaw with his hands. "Should you choose to fuck her pussy, you may." He said as he fingered her. "You want to smack her ass? Go ahead." He whacked her as hard as he could. Christina moaned in pain. "You want to abuse her tits?" He slapped each one, over and over before flicking the nipple. You want to fuck her in her tight ass...go ahead. "Again, another finger, but this time up her asshole.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Christina half whispered and half pleaded with her captor.
He flung himself into her, so close she could feel his spit on her face when he answered her.
"Do you dare question me?" He raised his hand to the side, ready to bitch slap her. She said nothing. "DO YOU?" He screamed at her.
"No." Her voice was weak.
"No what bitch?"
"No, sir?"
He flung his hand across her cheek causing an immediate rush of pain to her cheek and tears to flow.
"It is NO MASTER to you stupid whore. You advertise yourself on the internet under the guise of looking for love, when really; you just want to be fucked. Well, here we are. Oh, baby...you're about to get fucked. Hard." As violent as he was, he stepped back and gently touched the redness of her face and wiped her tears. "Get her down."
In a flurry, several men and one woman appeared. The ties above her loosened her arms. A table appeared. Quickly, she was hoisted on to it, tied again, but this time her hands above her and to the side and her legs spread and tied to the legs of the table causing her ass to hang off just a bit for easy access, if needed.
