All characters and situations are fictional.
All characters are above the age of consent.
Any similarities with people or places are simply coincidental.
Whitney squirmed on the bed. She has been tied up for hours, with a Magic Wand vibrator strapped to her leg, with the head firmly against her clit this entire time. Not to mention a large, red, silicone butt plug buried in her asshole.
Whitney lost track of how many orgasms she has had a long time ago.
She had been repeatedly fucked in the pussy and ass by four men, and she had to go down on two women, who also abused in her in several ways as she was forced to entertain them all.
They had left her on the bed, having forced orgasms. The orgasms kept coming all night long. Although pleasurable at the moment of release, it has been a form of torment. Her clit is so sensitive that the buildup for climax becomes excruciatingly difficult to endure. Whitney cannot think of the number of times she thought that she would pass out. Or she wished that she could. But all she managed was to drift off to sleep several times, only to be awoken as another climax was building up.
One of the men; the short blonde named Chris, had told her that he would come back, but he never did. Instead she is trapped here until someone finds here. That will most likely be Jose Rubio, the contractor who handles cleaning and other small jobs on the houses many of the real estate agents have on the market around here.
She really does not want Jose to find her like this. The squat, homely man who hailed from El Salvador always fawned over Whitney, ogling her breasts lewdly as he did so. The thought of him seeing her fully exposed like this was debasing. But she had to get free. And right now she would accept that humiliation to put an end to this.
Whitney was drenched with sweat. The bed was soaked as well, from a combination of her own orgasmic fluid release, cum from the men who fucked her last night, and at one point she had pissed the bed. At least that is what she thinks happened. She might have squirted during orgasm. Whitney really wasn't sure anymore.
Why doesn't Chris come back like he said he would? She would willingly fuck or suck him to get free. Hell, she would welcome him in her ass again if that's what it took.
She remembered well how he was the first to take her anal cherry.
She could see sunlight coming through the crack in the curtains... oh fuck, here comes another orgasm...
"Ohhhhhhh...." She moans, clenching her teeth at the same time. Her entire body goes tense. Then, as her orgasm wanes, her engorged clit is so sensitive that the continued vibrations make her scream and thrash about.
It's a process that has repeated itself over and over and over again.
She is thankful that they set the vibrator on its lowest setting. As hard as it has been to endure this, a high setting, especially full speed, would be much more excruciating. Whitney didn't know if death by orgasm was a possibility, but she believed that she would have been driven to the next closest thing had this fucking thing been set higher.
She cursed herself for not remembering batteries for her personal vibrator. Had she had them, the Magic Wand vibrator would have been hidden away in the closet and her captors would never have found it. At least with her vibrator, the batteries would have died long ago.
She had always wanted to try a Magic Wand. Now she never wanted to see one again.
Wait, was that a voice? It sounds like someone was in the house. Please let it be Chris coming back to untie her.
Then she heard a vacuum cleaner. Oh fuck, it's someone from Jose's crew. They are in the house and working. The repairs she wanted done were in the kitchen, so he may not come upstairs. The ones cleaning would eventually work their way up. Whitney prayed that it was a woman. Being found by anyone was humiliating enough, but at least a woman might have sympathy and untie her without telling anyone about this.
But those two bitches last night had no sympathy.
Shit, her stomach was cramping up, and now she was having another orgasm. She cried out loud. It feels so fucking good, but she can't endure any more of these. Of course that's how she has felt for hours now.
And here comes the massive sensitivity torture. Whitney cannot help but yell again. Then she went back into another orgasm.
"Dios Mio." She heard a male voice speak. Whitney turned her head to look, still in the middle of climax, and she saw a Hispanic man and woman in the doorway.
They watched her until she finished, then hurried out of the room.
"No, come back!" She attempted to yell, then screamed as her over sensitive clit was abused again.
She closed her eyes as she struggled with the sensitivity. When she opened them again, Jose was standing beside the bed. She had not heard the 42-year-old, 5'6" chubby man with short black hair come into the room. Behind him stood the man and woman who had found her.
Whitney recognized the woman. She was a forty-something Latina who cleaned houses regularly. She was plain looking, a little overweight with ample breasts.
The man looked to be about the same age as the woman. He had short grey hair and was unshaven. And was at least four inches taller than Jose.
"What is going on, Whitney?" Jose asked. His eyes wandered over her body, lingering on her heaving breasts.
Whitney tried to say something, but the tape prevented her from being understood. Seeing this, Jose leaned forward and pulled it from her mouth.
"Thank god!" Whitney exclaimed. "Please, stop the vibrator!"
Jose looked down at the magic wand taped to her leg.
"Jesus Christ, turn it off!" She yelled, as yet another orgasm tore through her. "Oh god!"
Jose froze. He wanted to help the woman, but watching her cum was so arousing.
Jose turned when he heard someone running into the room. He saw Chris entering. He recognized the young man, but didn't bother to ask why he was there. Instead, he turned back to gawk at the orgasming woman on the bed.
Whitney jostled about as her orgasm ceased and her clit became so sensitive again. "Please turn it off!"
Chris rushed over and pushed the power button. The vibrator went silent and Whitney exhaled. "Oh thank god."
Chris looked at Jose, "Hey Jose. Whitney and I were playing bondage games last night. Actually, a few of us were. I was supposed to come back before now, but I fell asleep."
He looked at Whitney.
Not knowing what to say or do, she sheepishly replied, "Yes, it was something like that."
"You let someone do this to you?" Jose asked.
"She sure did." Chris answered for her.
"Please, untie me, and promise not to tell anyone about this."
Chris tore the tape holding the vibrator on her leg away. Then he laid the vibrator on the nightstand.
Jose rubbed his crotch. "What's in it for me to keep quiet?" He asked.
Whitney was mortified to be seen completely naked and bound by this man. But she now realized that he wanted more than just to see her exposed.
