When she came around, she felt groggy again. Charlotte instantly knew she had been attacked by the same person. She was tied tightly to her dining room table, face up. Her arms were above her head and had been lashed to each leg. She swivelled her head and could see that both had again been bound individually from her biceps to her elbows and were then bound together. At her wrists, the rope then divided to left and right and was tied to each leg, allowing her movement of about an inch, no more. Raising her head, she looked about the room. She appeared to be alone. Her thighs were spread wide, her legs, bent at the knees, hung over the edge of the table and there, had been bound intricately to each table legs.
Between her legs a few inches from her exposed vagina was a large, eight or so inch dildo, on a pole and connected to a strange contraption. Her gag, she quickly realised was her own her seven-inch dildo. Somehow tied so that it filled her mouth with its bulbous head and shaft. Her assailant had obviously been through her smalls draw to find it. Her poor painful breasts were tied tightly again. Only this time, nipple clamps had been secured to her swollen nipples and the clips had then been tied to lengths of rope that were secured to some hooks that had been screwed into her ceiling. Her breasts seemed to be pulled upwards like erotic pyramids.
The door-bell went. She looked at the clock on the wall, it was eight o'clock. 'God Daniel!' She tried to cry out, but it was difficult with a seven-inch rubber cock in your mouth. But worse than that, was with the touch of the door-bell, the machine between her legs clicked on and with a slow buzzing, the cock between her legs inexorably started to advance towards her pussy. With eyes wide, she stared at the glistening, lubricated erection as it edged ever closer. "No, oh no!" She tried to cry out in the hopes that Daniel would hear her muffled voice. But it was too late.
The slick rounded cock head, had already contacted her labia. That first touch, sent a shiver of pleasure through her body, despite all her efforts to refute it and taking stock of her predicament. But her vagina would in the end not be denied. It was a perfectly aimed strike; her coral folds parted easily and without effort, the dildo glided into her. She gasped in shocked pleasure at the penetration and the ease with which she had taken the large dildo, a size that her pussy had not devoured before. She must be wet and ready for it; but how could she be? The cock hit her cervix and began to retract out of her, the walls of her vagina gripped the ridges of the solid erection trying to hold onto it for as long as possible, it slipped from her gaping cunt with a slurp, before the reciprocating machine, sent it forwards again.
As it contacted her for a second time, her scream was one of absolute carnal pleasure. The door-bell rang again and with each successive push on the button, the machines speed increased. She watched as for the first time ever, she was fucked by a sex machine. Her slurping vagina, told her what she already knew to be true. She was enjoying every fucking minute of it.
Saliva dribbled from her mouth as, astonishing herself, she found she was now sucking on the dildo, licking off her own juices from her last use of the toy. It had been so tied, that she discovered she could suck it into her throat, but still push it back out when she needed to breathe. Her penetrated vagina slurped and squelched as she was entered time and again. She screamed in her pleasure as her orgasm began to flood her body. Her vaginal juices dripping to the table in milky rivulets. Suddenly the door crashed inwards.
Daniel's eyes fell upon her, taking in the scene, as her body trembled in tremor after tremor of sexual spasms. The machine ravaging her sopping cunt, the dildo in the depths of her throat. The cries for help that he thought he heard, had been translated by her and the scene, as those of pleasure. Charlotte's body was racked with sexual spasm and guilt, as she strained against the ropes. Tremors shook her thighs and breasts. It was a mind-numbing orgasm, made more so by the man standing before her watching. This time Charlotte's cries of no, were because he was pulling away the machine from her. Denying her more of the same treatment. She was disappointed with herself, but knew she wanted and needed more.
Daniel rushed to untie the cock from her mouth. As he pulled it out, Charlotte gasped. "Oh God, Oh God Daniel, oh fuck, oh, oh." The shock and the pleasure spilled from her like her flowing juices. She knew it sounded like she was voicing her pleasure at being taken by the man before her, in part, her part, that was how it felt. "Oh thank God you came when you did, I...I." Her body shuddered again as her orgasm finally concluded.
"Are they still here?" Daniel quickly searched the flat, but could find no evidence of the assailant. "Looks like they have been through your bedroom. Possibly looking for this," he said picking up her dildo and confirming to her that he had seen it in her shower the day before. "Look; same form as last time, I'll take some photos, then release you. Then get the team in to dust the place over. Again, a little intrusive." He realised his double entendre and smiling said, "Sorry, that wasn't meant as a joke. Let's get you untied."
He released her nipples first, the pain of the clamps had had a rather surprising reaction for her, she had not felt this excited for a long time and she tried desperately to remember when that was. Daniel released her breasts next, then her arms. She sat up, looking at the monster of a cock that had slipped oh so sweetly into her open and willing cunt. The machine was still working and the cock pumping forwards and backwards made her want more. She could not help but stare at it in fascination, as Daniel untied her legs. Charlotte could not see the growing pool of juice between her stocking covered thighs, but she knew by her level of excitement, it must be there.
"It would seem that I am destined to display everything to you Daniel? I have no secrets, nothing hidden, all has been displayed, all to my shame. I'm sorry that you have had to witness my abuse. I know what you must be thinking. Twice this woman has been tied up, but twice she has succumbed to the pleasure of the experience, rather than, as I should have, been shocked and upset by it. I know I have had a couple of orgasms as a result of my torment and that you have witnessed them both; saving me the embarrassment by saying nothing. But this is still not what it may seem. This is not a game Daniel. Someone is doing this to me." Charlotte began to cry as the ordeal overcame her, filled as she was with emotions that she could not control. Daniel stepped between her open thighs and held her naked body to him in comfort.
With her breasts crushed up against his chest and her head in the crook of his neck, he drew her towards him. She could smell his cologne, feel his hard body beneath his suit, hear his deep, steady heart-beat. Feel the heat emanating from him; it was impossible for her to stop her legs from wrapping around the back of his and drawing her recently vacated, throbbing, juicy vagina against him. As soon as she had done it, she knew it had been a wrong move. His whole body went stiff and he tried to pull away from her. "Wha...what are you doing?"
"I uh...I...thought you wanted...I thought that you wanted to 'comfort' me?"
Charlotte was annoyed with herself for getting this so wrong, she was annoyed too with Daniel, he was between her legs, he had her breasts crushed up against him. Her clitoris was separated from his cock by mere thousands of an inch of clothing. How could he not want her? As he pulled away, she looked down at his trousers, she could see her vaginal juices had left their mark upon the bulge of his cock. 'What did she need to do to get him to fancy her?'
"I'm so sorry Daniel, I guess that I am still a little messed up with what happened here." She thought to herself, 'it was a good recovery, but was it enough?'
"Yeah, I guess. Look I wouldn't normally tell a person, whose case I'm working on. Because it isn't at all relevant. But I am involved with another woman. In fact, more than involved; engaged. I'm sorry if I gave you any reason to believe that I was interested in a relationship. I was just being professional and courteous."