I knelt on the floor, arms stretched above my head, and sobbed. I still couldn't understand how I'd begged a stranger – a stranger who had kidnapped and whipped and abused me with his friends – to fuck me in the ass, and had then come while he did it. I had always prided myself on being a normal, well adjusted person, someone who enjoyed sex but certainly wasn't a complete freak. If anything, I might have been described as a bit of a prude and I had been perfectly fine with that. Now I was having to question my whole identity and it was scaring me. I didn't even know who these men were, or how they'd chosen me, but somehow they'd known that there was a slut hiding inside me. Why me? Why was I abducted from my office, assaulted, whipped, raped, and made to enjoy it? Even then, as I sat there on the floor, gasping for breath from my latest orgasm, I could feel a tingle in my pussy as I anticipated the punishment they were going to give me. It was terrifying and humiliating and I wanted it anyway.
The hook my wrist cuffs were attached to began to rise again and it pulled me to my feet. I hung from it, hardly able to support myself, and waited for them to do whatever it was they had planned. Surely nothing could be worse than what they'd already put me through. I felt cuffs being attached to my ankles and then straps wrapped around each thigh, their hands wandering around my body as they worked. My nipple clamps were removed suddenly and I screamed and arched my back as the blood ran back into my tender buds. A hand was massaging them, making me wince, and more hands were prodding my pussy and ass as they finished tightening the straps around my legs. I heard the sound of chains clinking and then my feet were pulled out from under me and I hung from my arms. I yelped in surprise, and then in fear as the chains continue to rise, pulling my legs out perpendicular to my body in a split. I groaned as the muscles of my inner thighs stretched to the maximum and began to shake my head wordlessly. I had always been flexible, but they didn't stop pulling my legs up until I was in almost a full splits and my muscles were protesting. One of the men adjusted the straps slightly and then gave me a push so I swung back and forth, supported by my thighs, ankles and wrists. My pussy and ass were completely exposed to them and despite the situation I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
My momentum stopped and I hung there, fearfully awaiting their next move when suddenly a jet of icy cold water hit me in the chest. I gasped for breath as the cold knocked the wind out of me and I heard one of the men laughing. "Can't have you all filthy and covered in come, slut. I know it's a natural state for a whore like you, but we like to keep things clean around here." The stream of water played over me, paying special attention to my breasts where my nipples had hardened into little points. I was shivering and goosebumps had popped up on my skin, but I was still somewhat aroused. I felt the water begin to go lower and I sucked in a breath, knowing what was coming. The water sprayed directly onto my exposed and vulnerable pussy and I screamed, bucking and twisting in my harness as I tried to escape it. They played the jet back and forth between my ass and pussy, lingering especially long on my clit. At one point the angle of the water changed and they started spraying me from below, trying to get the water to go right up inside me. I was sobbing, freezing cold and my teeth were chattering when the water was finally shut off. I hung there, dripping, and one of them squirted something across my chest. At first I thought he had come on me again but then the smell hit me and my stomach clenched. It was soap, but not just any soap – my soap, from my house. I had always favoured a slightly obscure brand that I ordered from outside the country, and this was the smell of my soap. I felt sick to my stomach knowing that these men knew where I lived and had access to my things. They must have got my keys and wallet out of my purse but the prospect hadn't occurred to me before and somehow, despite everything they'd done to me, it felt like a giant violation.
Before I could focus on the implications too much I felt a scrub brush begin to rub circles on my back. Another one began to scrub one leg, while the third began on my other leg. The brushes weren't especially harsh, but as they began to circle closer and closer to my more sensitive areas, I whimpered. My pussy was growing wet again and I cursed myself for my inability to resist these men. The brushes began to slide over my breasts, one on each side gently at first and then they began to scrub harder.
"Look at how red her tits are. Poor little slut is going to kinda sensitive here later, isn't she?" one commented. The other two laughed and one said "Well, she shouldn't have got herself all dirty and covered in come then, shouldn't she? I want her nipples all squeaky clean for when I whip those hot tits of hers." They laughed again, and then the man behind me who had been scrubbing my ass cheeks dipped his brush lower and began to work it over my exposed asshole. He ran the bristles back and forth and then I felt another jet of cold water aimed directly at my anus. I flinched, but the water stopped almost immediately and he continued to scrub. His brush was moving steadily forward, first scrubbing my inner thighs and then the lips of my pussy. He stopped for a moment and stroked his finger down one of them before resuming his forward creep with the brush.
