He stood over me as I laid there bound, gagged and used across the table. Blood and cum dripping from my torn rectum.
"You were such a fucking cocktease," he said. "I mean here I am picking up some extra cash doing some room cleaning and you arrive. It wasn't very smart to taunt me with about how the day might go. But I snuck in your room when I heard the shower and when I saw your clothes all over the floor leading to the bedroom...And when you came out just wearing that towel that was telling me something about you!"
He reached down, cut away the zip ties and pulled me up on my shaky legs.
"You certainly don't look very straight now do you fucking slut?" he said freeing my legs from the mop handle. Grabbing his knapsack, he moved me into the bedroom, continuing, "What with that torn thong, your hands tightly secured behind your back and your hot mouth filled and tightly packed. Your lips all puffy from giving me that BJ and cum all over your face."
We stopped in the bedroom before the mirrored closet and I saw how I looked. Horrible. Then, he was behind me. From his bag he removed another ziptie and wrapping it around my elbows, cinched it thus pulling them together, touching behind my back. I cried and whimpered the entire time.
Remaining behind me, he put his hands on my shoulders admiring his handiwork. "You don't look to comfortable but I have something for that!" And with that he put a binder clip on each of my nipples and I screamed like a banshee behind the gag. Then, I was forced to lie face down on the bedroom floor.
I felt something hard entering my ass and I screamed a muffle scream like a stuck pig. He crossed my legs securing my knees and ankles with tight zip ties to hold the freakish large object - a dildo - in my ass
"Don't you look nice and comfy," he said as he finished my bondage off with a vicious hogtie. "Your ankles crossed over and so tightly tied that I can see the blood pooling in your feet!"
I wailed and squirmed on the floor as he then stepped in the bathroom and put on the shower. A few moments later he was back.
"Do you like that massive black dildo that I rammed so far up your ass," he said sarcastically. "Or maybe those binder clips that I snapped on your nips and are now brushing over the floor as they bite further into your tender flesh!?!"
He then stepped back in the bathroom and as he prepared to enter the shower he called out. "Tell you what. I'm going to let you decide what happens when my friends get here," he began. "Get fucked in the mouth shake your head. Get it in your ass you nod up and down," he concluded stepping into the shower.
I continued to struggle and eventually stopped crying as my mindless beyond that not that I resigned myself to anything. I did finally manage to roll into my side which also realized my nipples from the clips which brushed over the rug as I fought the bondage.
I wasn't sure how much time had passed but the shower was finally turned off. A few moments thereafter, he appeared in the doorway.
"Finally stopped crying, hug? But I see your cock is swollen, maybe even a little hard. Leaking some precum," he disappeared back in the bathroom, closing the door slightly.
I took a moment to look down at myself and he was right. My cock was stiff and small droplets of cum fell across my belly to begin the flow trek to the floor. Then the door swung open and he came out and crouched down next to me in his jeans, no shirt and now wearing a ski mask.
"So, you've had some time. What's it going to be?"
I hesitated.
"Well? I'm waiting," he said. "I'm certain we don't have all day!"
I closed my eyes and then opened them as I slowly shook my head from side to side.
He glanced away a moment then stood to his full height. "That's what you want?"
Now, I nodded feverishly. As I did, I saw a wide grin through the mouth area in the ski mask.
"Perfect," he said then bending down he cut away all my bonds. When he finished he helped me up and into the bathroom.
"In the shower," he commanded and as I complied he turned the shower on. Warm water cascaded over my sweaty, abused body. Then came another order, "Turn around." I looked at him then did as I was told. I felt the blade against the left side of my face. "Don't move," and slowly cut away the gag. When he was done, I pulled it out of my mouth.
"Clean yourself up, understand me?"
Not facing him, I nodded. I slowly turned around and stepped under the shower head. "Yes. I will. Thank you."
He walked out of the bathroom. "Make it quick!"
The water felt good and I allowed some of the spray to enter my mouth so that I could rinse. The soap stung my nipples and torn and but I worked through the pain. Finally done washing I remained under the spray but he came back in with his dreaded knapsack.
"Turn it off," he instructed and I did. "Lift your arms up." I did and he produced an electric razor which he used on my armpits. Next, my crotch and then the crack of my ass. When he finished he tossed a bottle to me. "Put this on your body."
I looked at it and ventured a question, "Why?"
"Why? Well, tell me why not?" he retorted.
