The Jogger 6

Her tits bound and sore against the rough rope. The van bumped along the rode, her protruding tits scraping across the floor of the vehicle with each movement. The rope rode up between her legs and seemed to tug deeper with every movement. She felt helpless. She was helpless.

It all started with a simple jog. She enjoyed going running. It helped her feel free, and it helped keep her body in shape. She always acted as though she only cared about being healthy. But deep down she knew she was motivated by the need to be sexy. To be desired.

A bump in the road caused her to snap back to reality. Her voice caught by the gag in her mouth. Her running shorts were thin and elastic, offering zero protection from the invasion of the rope now digging into her painfully. Her tube top offering no more protection than her bra from the roped bound tightly around her breasts. Digging in enough to redden and swell them to even greater size. It made them sensitive to ever little touch, every touch. Sensitive enough that it took almost nothing to bring out another yelp of pain. Each one caught by the gag, again and again.

All she had wanted was to finish her routine. To keep her fit shape and return home. Obviously part of her knew that the reason she needed to get fit was so she would be more noticeable. Be able to draw even more eyes. And yes, she had wanted to draw attention during her jog. Who doesn't? She loved feeling the eyes on her, the knowledge that she could have anyone. She didn't tease them per-say. She simply preferred situations that happen to allow her the gaze of others.

Another bump. As she rolled around the back of the van, her tits pulsing agony through her with each contact. They jutted out even more now as the ropes tightened. Now making it impossible to avoid them colliding with the ground whenever she rolled. And her helplessly bound self had no way to prevent it. No way to stop every sensation thrust upon her at the whim of the driver. No, not whim, it was less than that.

He had appeared out of nowhere when she rounded the corner. She always took the same route every day, always strode past the same men, the same looks. When she rounded the corner, she nearly crashed into him forcing her to stop. She smiled shyly and twisted her body for full effect before opening her mouth to say she was sorry. It was so fun to steer the conversation just as she desired. Suddenly her mouth and nose were covered. The smell was awful. It consumed her, gagged her, until finally she felt it all slip away.

She was roused by the van coming to a stop. And then she was here. Rolling around in the back of this van. All tied up and helpless. Just waiting. The double doors of the van opened up. Waiting for this moment. She could barely make out the figure as he snatched her up. She tried to struggle but all she did was tighten the rope around her cunt and scream as her breasts mashed against the van, against the man. It only took a brief pause from the man for him to get a good grip on her. Then she was hoisted over his shoulders.

It didn't take long for them to reach what must have been a basement. It was dark. Her hair was messy. She was a mess. All she could make out was the ground, and the vague shape she was being strung up to. Her ropes connected to something and she found herself above the ground. His vile grip on her loosened. And then the grip around her tits and her cunt tightened. They burned and ached. How quickly she missed his embrace.

She had no idea how much time passed. It felt like it must have been ages. The fire around her breasts and cunt burned greater, engulfing her entire body. But they were now joined by a smolder that began to creep through her as well. Than he returned and she was distracted from herself. From her thoughts and her pain. The lighting was behind him so that she couldn't see much but his outline. There was a sharp pain on her breasts as something made contact. Her screams muffled into nothingness as she felt another. Again and again she was brought into the pain. Nothing else allowed to exist, again and again with each attack. The aching and the smolder began to grow. That was all she was. A moment of pain. Than an unsatisfied ache. Another moment of pain. Again and again. Each pause lasting just long enough for her to register the needy ache, but nothing more before another bout of pain.

After some amount of time beyond her comprehension, the pains stopped. She managed to catch her breath and fragments of her mind came back. What was the ache? That smolder growing through her body. Emanating from her bound tits and rope stuffed cunt. It felt familiar somehow. Seemed to spread with the pain. But what? Suddenly she came to a realization when the next collision was with her cunt. It was.. Lost to the pain. Again and again. She knew.. what? The pain wracked her again. What was? Again. Blank. Again and again. Her cunt ached between each strike that rained down upon her. Pain and need, pain and need. They were all the consumed her mind as the experience raced on.

Release. Was this release? Her mind raced back shattered and empty. Something. It was spreading. Heat. With the pain. That ache. That needy ache came with pain? Was pain? She didn't even notice her shorts and undies had been cut until they were yanked away. The rope now truly filled her. That burn. That ache. Filled. It filled her. She was full. Content. She..

The next attack came down on her ass. Pain. It emanated. That needy ache filled her. Pain. Filled her. Pain. Built for it. Pain. Her mind gave into the pain. It no longer stopped her thoughts but gave birth to them. She needed it. The pain filled her and all she wanted was to be filled. To feel that ache. It was pleasure. Pain was pleasure. It was so simple now. The only thing she ever needed was pain.

The pain stopped. She was confused. She was scared. The rope shifted. It dug into her cunt and off of her ass. Moved? Pain. She leaned. The rope dug into her cunt. What was..? It didn't matter. The pain was back and she felt full. Content. She felt something on her ass. In her ass. It filled her as well. It was pain too. More of it, again and again. She loved it. She needed it. The pain in her ass thrust and thrust causing the pain in her cunt to dig deeper. Eventually a warmth filled her. It was just like the pain but.. different. It didn't matter which one it was. All she wanted the warmth, the pain. Now it filled her, stuck to the inside of her. She could swear it used to be something else. That that smolder used to be something else. No. It was pain. Always pain. She needed it. Loved it. The pain was gone. Her ass no longer felt full, felt pain, but warmth still clung to her. She was filled. Content for as long as this warmth remained. What more was there??