I couldn't tell how long I'd been there. It felt like hours since I'd woken and found myself like this, slowly coming round to my situation as my grogginess wore off. God knows how long I'd been there before I woke. I couldn't place where I was straight away. I was totally disoriented.
The first thing I was dimly aware of as my blurry eyes started to open was this amazing feeling 'down there'. It was a lovely sensation of buzzing that was slowly flooding me with a sleepy thrill of excitement. A kind of illicit, ecstatic electricity ran through my body, like what I was doing was secret and wrong, but felt so good. Even before I knew what was happening I was cumming.
I moaned sleepily, jerking involuntarily to the last remnants of my climax. It sounded weird. And even as my sensitive clit came down from the feeling, the vibrations continued. Too sensitive. I tried to shift away from it and found I couldn't move.
I couldn't see too well in the dark, and everything was blurry besides. The only thing I could try and focus on was a little red light over in the corner of the room. Slowly, my eyes started to focus.
I seemed to be somewhere familiar. Was I in the workshop, at the back of my garage? The boxes, the equipment, the tools all seemed to suggest I was. I tried to call out to Mark but there was something stuffed in my mouth, muffling my cry. Something strapped to my face and holding my jaw open. I tried to reach to pull it away but found I couldn't move. Both my hands and legs were tied. Tied to a chair. Something strapped between my legs so it buzzed hard against me. I'd tried to shift, to struggle, but I was firmly held, and it made the buzzing worse, more sensitive to my now over-sensitive clit. My legs were tied to the front two legs of the chair, my thighs to the frame, my wrists tied to the back two chair legs. More ropes held my torso to the backrest, tight over and under my breasts. The air cool against my skin. I was naked! The seat of the chair was missing, allowing the 'thing' to press tightly against me From underneath. Something was dripping out of me. What the fuck was happening here?!
I couldn't move. I couldn't see. I couldn't shout out. I couldn't hear anything other than the constant buzz. I tried to hear beyond the sound, but I guess I still couldn't focus too well, and the buzzing was insistent between my legs. Every time I tried to squirm away from it made it worse. What the fuck was happening?!
Where's Mark? Why am I here? We'd invited Leena round for drinks. That's the last thing I remember. She'd recently come home after years abroad, and I'd invited her round to meet my new man Mark. She'd arrived, massively over-dressed as usual, looking like a Hollywood movie star. It was so like her to show up her plain, almost dowdy friend. She wore a black mini body con dress that accentuated her curves and her breasts, black stilettos that stretched out her beautiful legs, and her long black hair pulled back into a tight pony tail. Mark, in jeans and a shirt, had opened the champagne and poured us all a drink. She instantly started flirting with him - again just like her. She was always far more sexual than me. She'd never had a problem with fucking other people's partners. I steered her away from him and we'd started catching up about what she'd been getting up to at university abroad for over 3 years without hardly even a text. She was being pretty cryptic about it. As she evaded my questions a strange smile had played about her face, and added twinkle to her beautiful, mischievous eyes. That's the last thing I remember before waking here.
As my mind struggled to piece these things together, the light in garage switched on. I squinted against the brightness and tried to turn to see who was there but couldn't quite turn enough.
I heard them before they properly came into view, even over the buzzing. Heavy breathing. Kissing. Giggling. And then they came past me, my friend Leena leading my man, Mark by the arm. A bottle of Champagne in her other hand, and a wild, drunk look in her eyes. He kissed her passionately, his body pressing her up against the electric door. Her eyes flitted over to me and widened.
"Oh! She's awake!" she squealed in excitement. Mark looked over lazily. Nonchalant. And resumed kissing her, focusing on her neck, his free hand coursing its way up her leg, lifting her short black dress. She smiled and moaned. "Let's get this party started," she said breathlessly. "Check the cameras."
Mark moved away from her to the corner of the room, where the red light was still glowing from the front of a camcorder. So that's what the red light was? A camcorder? He moved off to another one set up behind me and gave her the thumbs up. Leena looked down beneath my chair at whatever was dripping out of me, she added: "looks like we're late to the party. Time to catch up."
Leena rested her champagne bottle on a nearby shelf, littered with tools and boxes. Mark finished adjusting the camcorder to get the perfect angle, and almost in the same motion, started unbuttoning his jeans. Leena faced the garage door and leaned up against it pushing her ass out. She was tiny next to his muscular frame. Without pausing for a second Mark had pulled his cock out and was lifting her dress. Leena pulled down her panties until they rested midway down her thigh. Before I could even moan my fury through my gag, Mark had entered her from behind, and started fucking her furiously. Grabbing handfuls of her black hair as he ploughed into her. She in turn groaned loudly, pushed hard back against him, fingering her clit, moaning for it to be harder, harder, for him to fuck her like a man.
Why were they doing this? Mark was my man. Leena my best friend. Bad enough to do it, but in front of me!? Deliberately!? Tauntingly!? What the fuck! STOP I screamed into my gag but all that came out was a muffled groan. I couldn't do anything, except struggle against my ropes, cry into my gag, and accept the waves after wave of buzzing still going on between my legs. It was hard to watch them, yet it was all I could do. Watching Mark fuck the shit out of her whilst she groaned and giggled at my discomfort.
What the fuck had happened to Mark. I'd never seen him like this. He was fucking her like an animal. His strong hands pinning her to the wall, his shirt open, trousers round his knees, ass bared, as he thrust into her like he wanted to split her in half. And Leena, she was fucking loving it - moaning into his thrusts, accepting every stroke, pushing back into him, her shaved pussy dripping juices down her leg.
With no warning they stopped. Mark spun her round and forced her to her knees so she was looking up at him, ever so sweetly. Ever so slowly she licked his cock. "Mmmm, tasty" she said, licking her own juices off his shaft. Then her eyes flicked to mine again as she took him, inch by inch into her mouth. She got almost to the base of his dick before she pulled back. "Shall we give her a taste?" Her eyes never left mine as she spoke the words. She saw the horror written all over my helpless face and smiled.
She stood, and pulled off her panties entirely, letting them drop to the floor, soaked in her juices, and picked her champagne back up off the shelf. After a second's pause she picked her panties up too, and came to sit astride me. I closed my eyes and turned my head away, tears now streaming from them. The weight of her pushed me harder against the 'thing' buzzing between my legs. I could feel the heat of her pussy, the wetness against my skin. I could feel her breasts, full and pert, pressed against me through her dress. The vibrator must have touched her as well because I felt a shiver run through her, as she started grinding her hips against me.
"You've been here for a while, y'know?" she said rubbing the soaked thong against my cheek, my chin, my nose. I could almost taste it. "We've been waiting ages for you to wake up. I guess I slipped a little too much sedative in your drink. Ah, well. Me and your man Mark have made good use of the time. Stripping you, shaving you-
I started, instantly knowing what she said to be true. I could feel the head of the thing between my legs buzzing hard against me and I could tell now that all the sensations were stronger for the fact that my pussy was now completely shaved. I could feel myself blushing furiously.