She is trapped.
The dark cell sheds only enough light for her to be able to see 5 feet in front of her. All she could remember was walking home with her boyfriend from their movie date, and then she saw darkness.
She anticipated a good, long, hard and passionate night ahead of them that night. She had dressed up in the cutest crop top, lace underwear and low ridden jeans, that would show just enough skin to tease but not enough for anyone to notice that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. No. Only he knew that. And boy, was he excited about it, he would do whatever he could throughout the whole movie to make her nipples stand perky and hard under her shirt. It was a beautiful site to see, and he knew that she loved having her nipples played with.
But now, she doesn't know how long she's been out for, no idea where she is, and she's worried about where he is. Sex was always a huge part of their relationship, where they engaged in intimacy almost every night.... And every morning. It's funny, she thought, as they had been together for almost 5 years now, and yet they still had not let the flame die out for their passion in between the sheets. He would trace her body and remember every curve and crevice that made her so beautiful and distinctive from the rest. She loved her body and he had helped her to love it. Through nights of rough hard pounding sex to lazy Sunday mornings of love making, she had grown to really delight in the beautiful ways that her body made her feel. He knew exactly how to make her climax within minutes and he absolutely loved it, it turned him on so much.
She felt empowered, confident and fierce in her own skin. And he knew it too, he basked in her scent and flesh like she was a 3 course meal, every time they fucked.
Fucked. Yes. That's what she really craves. A good hard fucking, that makes her scream and feel stretched out in her most deepest parts. Wait, why was she thinking about sex now? It wasn't until she realised where she was that her thoughts were brought to a halt.
She found herself lying on a musty and stained mattress. It had no covers on it and was on a rusty old bed frame. She tried to get up only to find that her hands were bound behind her back and her feet tied to each corner at the end of the bed. She looked down to see her pink and delicate nipples showing through her crop top and her pants had been taken off leaving her in just her thong.
How did i get here? She wonders. This was one of those moments where she genuinely felt terrified about being tied up to a bed. All the other times she had done it, was with her boyfriend and it was consensual, they would often experiment with bondage and consensual non consent scenarios. She found that it really turned her on. To be absolutely helpless to the pleasures that her partner would give her. A spank or a flog on her arse and tits or an instance where her legs are forcefully spread apart to reveal her most intimate part.
She reminisces on that one time where her boyfriend did that to her, while her arms were tied up to the headboard of the bed and her legs were spread wide open. No matter how hard she'd try to close her legs, he would always win, but he knew that she wanted it, she was just playing the part of being an unwilling participant. As he looked upon her wet and pulsating cunt, he caressed it with his palm while his body weight kept one of her legs pinned to the bed. He would hear her moan out from his touch asking for more, but he's only teasing. It makes her so much wetter and frustrated. He traces his fingers across her mound and rests his index on her clitoris, it makes her squirm under his touch. He knows he's got the power in this dynamic and she ravels in it.
"Please", she whimpers out, while tied back to reality in the dark cell that confines her. Her cunt is ripe with moisture and ready to be taken, all just because of her dirty thoughts.
She remembers how his hand made it to her clitoris and gave it a quick flick with his index. She remembers how she quivered at his touch and wanted more of him, on her, touching her, inside of her. But he wouldn't budge, he'd just smile because he knew what he was doing to her. All he was doing was building the tension in her body like a slingshot being wound back until it is pulled tight. That's when he knows he's got her, he only needs to give the word and she's released into the abyss. At this point, he's slowly rubbing circles on her clitoris, he's lifted the hood up and found her most sensitive part. Her nerves have gone through the roof and she's twitching with every twirl he does with his calloused fingers. Soon enough she's on the verge of ecstasy, and her pussy is pouring with her juices. She's ready.
Without a second thought, he dives his middle and index into her hole and grinds them against her vaginal walls, he knows her weak spot. To this, she remembers how she groaned out in pleasure and begged him for more. He grins and fucks her fast with his fingers, he can hear the sounds that her pussy makes as her juices cause squelching sounds to his finger blasting technique. She screams but she can't get away from his attacks, although within a minute she completely forgot that she was meant to play out her role of the kidnapped mistress. She's on the brink of madness from his constant rhythm as he fingers her to almost orgasming.
She knows she wont though. She knows she can't cum from just penetration, even though every time it feels so incredibly good like its itching a scratch she has had but could never find. It's as if penetration is always a constant tease, balancing her body on the edge, but never falling down the waterfall. Her body wants to fall but she knows that she can't, no matter how hard the pounding of her vagina is. But, oh god, does it feel good. Her favourite past time is to think about her pussy being fingered, fucked, fisted until she's a hot mess, melting away to wonderland.
She remembers how he would pay attention to her clitoris while fucking her with his fingers. Once he knows she's nearing the edge, he goes back to rubbing her clit with his thumb, sometimes he would even alternate to using his tongue. His warm breath and his hot tongue snaking along her clitoris sends her over the edge. The sensation of his mouth on her intimate part makes her heart beat faster as he's fingering her wet and pulsating hole. He manages to pick up the speed and presses his fingers even further into her pussy, making her scream and cream all over his hand. His mouth continues a vigorous pace on her clit, which then sets her in motion, teetering over the cliff and falling.
She cums. Hard.
The feeling of his fingers inside her and his mouth on her clit causes her to scream out and arch her back in bliss. She is in total bliss right now-
Except that she's not. She's in a rusty old dark room. It's quiet, good thing she's the only one in there. She feels vulnerable and so cold making her nipples hard under her shirt. A draft seems to be washing over her body and tickling her skin. And yet, she can feel how moist her hole is, shes dying to be penetrated right now. Why is she feeling this way? Is it because she's tied down? Are her guilty pleasures coming into light even more so because of her situation?
This train of thought doesn't last long, because she hears a door creak open and swiftly moves her head to the side. A little more light pours into the darkness, showing that its a single bedroom. She's in a house, perhaps its abandoned? Judging by the condition the room itself is in. It seems as though the room hadn't been resided in for years.
In walks a tall figure. A musky smell wafts her way, making her tense in both anticipation and fear. What is he going to do to me? She wonders. This man is supposedly her captor, he is not making any moves to free her, he only stands in the doorway and she can feel him eyeing her up.
"Wh-who are you? What am i doing here? Where's my boyfriend?!" She manages to stutter out.
He doesn't say anything to her questions, he only closes the door and advances in her direction. Within a second he's gotten to her bedside, grabbed her tits in both hands and started groping them roughly and hard.
"No! What are you doing?! Get off of me!" She yells but all she can do is squirm away from his hands, of which he does not let up on her chest.
