The sharp pain pulsing in my head brought we awake. My eyes tried to open but the pain squeezed them shut. Fighting through it I struggled to open one and then the other, revealing nothing but the darkness that surrounded me.
As my eyes blinked, struggling to focus in the dark, I could feel my eyelashes scrape against a soft material that seemed to cover them.
The realization hit me quickly. The tight band I felt wrapped around my head and the darkness I saw. I was blindfolded. The thoughts began to race through the fog I felt in my mind.
Where was I?
Why was I blindfolded?
My heart quickened as the fear began to take over. Wanting to rip the blindfold off I jerked my hand toward my face. It didn't move. My thoughts were quickly filled by the sensations around me.
The cold steel cutting into both wrists, I realized my hands were cuffed behind my back.
The cold hard surface pressing against my right breast and thigh, I must be naked, lying on my side.
The tight sticky material pulling at the skin around my ankles, my feet were bound.
The discomfort in my jaw, the inability to move my tongue, a gag was in my mouth.
Every sensation crashed together, I wanted to scream but nothing came out. I was bound, gagged, and blindfolded. I didn't know where I was.
As I started to struggle myself free a voice broke through the air.
"It's time to wake up Whore"
My body froze as my heart pounded. The sound seemed to reverberate in my chest. The voice came from in front of me, it was deep, masculine, and it echoed in the darkness. It wasn't far away.
"That's it, wake up you filthy Whore, you've got work to do."
I heard the words but couldn't comprehend them. There was something about the voice; a familiarity, like I had heard it before, but my mind was too panicked to place it.
The clacking of shoes on the hard floor got louder as I felt a presence approach me. I struggled to move, pulling on the handcuff and tape that bound me. I tried to roll over away from the approaching sound.
"Get the Fuck Up!" a second voice rang out from the approaching presence.
A hand suddenly gripped tightly around my upper left arm. It felt soft but large, it seemed to grip my entire arm. With a sudden jerk the hand raised my body off the ground. My bound feet struggled to find their footing as another hand tightly grabbed my other arm.
His presence felt enormous standing behind me; I could feel the cold touch of his belt buckle as it pushed into the small of my back.
My head was gently pushed to the side; his lips brushed my ear as his voice, almost a whisper, filled my head.
"It's best if you don't fight it. Just do what you're told and it'll be over soon."
As soon as his words ended I felt the hands push me forward. My feet struggled to keep up, my toes scraping the floor as the hands carried me forward. My waist hit the edge of a surface as my chest slammed down onto what felt like a tabletop.
Multiple hands pinned me down as I felt the tape holding my ankles be cut free. I tried to kick but I was helpless against the hands that held me in place. Hands on each ankle they forced my legs apart. The feeling of rope circled each ankle as I felt them tie me down.
The cuffs removed, my arms were stretched out to each side pulling my naked breasts into the cold surface below. More rope around my wrists as I felt my hands be secured in place.
Everything was happening so fast, I didn't have time to think, time to process. I felt defeated and small; unable to stop what I knew was coming.
I felt the gag go loose in my mouth, using my tongue I forced it out.
"Why are you.." I barely got the words out before
Thwack
The sudden sting clinched my every muscle as the pain radiated across my ass and thighs.
Thwack
"Shut Up! You will speak only when questioned Whore." The voice came from above my head; it was a different voice, a third masculine voice.
Thwack
A slight whimper left my mouth as the pain started to build in my hindquarters. The instrument felt wide and heavy as it struck my soft flesh. Each strike about 10 seconds after the last it felt like an eternity waiting for the next blow to come.
How many was that, 10, 15. I couldn't focus enough to count.
The first voice I had heard spoke up from directly behind me. "This is what will happen if you don't listen. Are you ready to be used Whore?"
My leg's were shaking, I didn't know what to say, between my quick breaths the word just jumped from my mouth. "Yes"
With that a hand gently caressed my tender ass cheek before sliding inward between my legs. Two fingers spread my labia before pushing into my vagina.
The first voice spoke again "You must like the paddle, your little cunt's already wet."
His two fingers pushed forcefully into my vagina stretching it open as they penetrated deep inside of me. His fingers began to stroke me as another hand touched my cheek and a thumb gently traced across my lips.
"Open that pretty mouth for me" said the second voice.
I slowly opened my mouth as the thumb forced in past my lips. Accepting my fate I closed them around it and my tongue began to tease. Sucking it in and out of my mouth I seemed to match the rhythm of the finger that continued to stroke my pussy.
Hands seemed to come from every angle as I felt them touch my body. They seem to be everywhere at once. Some caressed my back; others reached under and grabbed my breasts. I had no idea how people were around me. I couldn't think about it, I could think at all, my body was just responding on its own.
