The Dungeon 19

*everyone in this story is 21+*

I lay on the floor, my hips propped up on a pillow to expose my nude ass and pussy. I came to awareness slowly, aware only vaguely of movement in my pussy. His fingers. I moaned, feeling damp fabric stuffed into my mouth and tied over.

"Ooh, good girl," he breathed, his voice husky with lust. His index and middle finger pushed into my pussy up to the second knuckle. I tried to twist my legs closed and realized in a panic that I couldn't.

"Sorry baby, can't have you moving too much," he muttered, pulling on the contraption that held me. I realized I had braces around both knees, connected by a spreader bar to keep my thighs open. "Maybe if you're a good girl, someday I'll be able to let you out of this thing."

I tried to turn my body to protest, hoping to turn onto my back to fight my captor, but was unable to move, bound by straps my sleep-addled brain hadn't yet processed. My hands were cuffed close together with a chain connecting them to the wall, loose enough not to pull constantly on my hands in this position. I yanked my hands toward my head, the chain clanking heavily but futilely against the pipe. I cried out, the fabric in my mouth muffling my fear and turning my attempted screams into strange moans.

A strong, heavy hand pushed down on my low back, holding my ass in place to accept his touch. He pushed his fingers into my pussy up to the last knuckle, and I cried out. I twisted my head far enough to share a flash of eye contact, and my blood ran cold. His eyes were dark with desire and bloodlust. I'd known men like him before, never satiated and always hungering for something more. Usually something more brutal, or painful, or humiliating. I tried to clear my head, shaking it and squeezing my eyes open and closed, hoping to shake loose memories of how I came to be tied up here, on a cold floor, with a strange man fingering me slowly. Mm. My train of thought was briefly detailed by the warmth growing inside my wet cunt, submission being ripped from me, my body forced to betray me. It felt good, but awful. I let out a muffled sob. He didn't acknowledge my suffering, instead swirling his fingers inside me, gently widening his strokes to pry open my hole.

He repositioned himself behind me, standing briefly to yank my hips up and drop my knees onto the pillow. He placed a second pillow under my face and shoved my face into it, briefly smothering me while he positioned himself behind me. He knelt behind me, wrapping an arm under my hips to pull me against him. He started to penetrate me with his shaft, pushing the head against my tight entrance. I moaned as he jammed himself against me, not erect enough to force himself through the tightness of fear gripping me. He backed away with his cock, a moment of relief, before slamming his flat hand down onto my ass cheek. One, two, three, four, five, in quick succession. I was so shocked, I didn't even try to wiggle away until the third slap, frozen in place. I gasped and tried to stretch my legs and pull my ass down, desperately twisting away from the pain of his spanks.

There was a moment of quiet. I felt his breathing slow, coming down off the frustration of being unable to penetrate me. He manhandled me, flipping me onto my back and clipping a long chain between the leg spreader and my cuffs, pulling my legs up and open to expose my pussy. He roughly fingered my cunt before descending his mouth to meet my warm flesh. I gasped in shocked pleasure at how soft and wet his mouth was against me. After awakening to violation and pain, afraid to death, it felt unbearably good to have his soft lips sucking my clit, gently lapping around my hood and labia. I moaned and rocked my hips, pushing my hips against his face. I heard his breath speed up at my tacitly pleasure-induced moans, his licks more forceful and needy. He brought his fingers to my cunt to join his mouth in its assault, plunging them back inside me, at first just one, then two. I writhed away as he tried a third, and to my surprise, he didn't force it inside me. Instead, he turned the fingers already deep inside me and pushed against the wall of my pussy, curling his fingers in a massage of ecstasy.

"Oooohhhhh, god," I moaned through the gag. I felt the rush of embarrassment redden my face as I realized I had vocalized my pleasure to him.

"Ha, so the little girl is enjoying it after all. Don't worry; I won't stop," he whispered, leaning toward my ear. His breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. He chuckled when I shivered. "You're so sexy, baby. Your face when you're scared is so fucking hot. I'm going to fist you now."

The nonchalance of his tone almost hid the final words from me, although my sudden struggle to escape was inevitably futile, bound as I was. I realized with a sudden horror that even if I was not tied by every limb, I had no idea what room or building or city or even state I was in. I had nowhere to run or crawl, even if I could.

He flipped me back onto my stomach with my hips propped up and shoved three fingers deep inside me, no longer cautious or testing. I cried out, and he pushed harder, adding a pinky and twisting into me, pulling me onto his fat hand with the spreader bar. I screamed when he added his thumb, its addition making the girth of his hand seem to double inside me.

"Keep writhing, baby. It's getting me deeper," he whispered into my ear, his breath hot and sticky. I stilled myself for a moment when he told me to keep writhing, desperate to maintain any control of my body, but he pushed and twisted his hand into my cunt until I screamed and twisted against him again. "Good girl," he cooed.

I felt his outstretched fingers approach my cervix, wiggling for purchase in my slick tunnel. He began fisting me in earnest then, curling his fingers down into a thick fist inside me. I screamed and writhed, his hand tearing me open. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head forward, showing me the lump he created in my abdomen as he shoved his fist in me.

"Eyes open, bitch," he commanded on my impulse to squeeze my eyes closed. "Watch me fist you and see how deep my cock will be going soon. Mm, I won't have any trouble getting in after this."

He fisted me until I gave up struggling and lay still, my body a puppet on his fist, hips lifting with his thrusts. He pulled his hand out of me with a wet slurp. For a moment he didn't touch me, and I dared to think that he might be done with me. I raised my head slightly, hoping to see him leaving, but instead saw him photographing my gaping hole, one hand on the camera and one slowly jerking his cock. He saw me look up and snapped a picture of my shocked face. He grinned evilly and showed me the photo, my terrified expression in the upper background of a picture of my soaked and inflamed cunt.

"I'll take one of your asshole later," he smirked, the implication obvious.

To be continued...