camille65
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The sound of birds woke me. Long moments passed before I realized I was immobilized and blindfolded. I was laying on my back on something bed soft but the sound of the birds and the breeze playing over my naked body said I could be outdoors. I fought down a momentary panic as it dawned on me what was going on.
Alan loved to play games. Last week he had me dress in a black dress that barely covered my ass. Naturally I wasn't permitted panties or bra. Every time I moved my dress would shift and mens eyes would follow me. Alan loves it when other men look at me, knowing he is the only one that can have me. The only one who can fuck me and use me to his hearts content. That outing resulted in five hours of rough and wet fucking. Hard good sex that leaves the body limp and almost raw feeling.
I took a deep breath and shift, trying to determine the fabric I was laying on. It was soft but it wasn't a bed, I could feel where it dipped in a pattern and by arching my back I guessed I was on plastic or vinyl. I couldn't do anything but wait now. The breeze died down and slowly the warmth of the sun crept up my body. Bathing first my feet then my legs in a delicious warmth that made me want to spread my legs. My mind kept going back to Alan and what he might have planned. His hands doing things. His mouth. Sometimes toys and other times nothing more than his cock plunging into me until he is satisified. I shift again, this time because I feel that tingle between my legs and the building moisture. It is probably his plan, he is probably off to the side watching me get hornier. I tug on the bindings that hold my wrists over my head, I want to touch myself. Now.
The sun has crept past my belly filling me with warmth even as I wish I were filled with pancakes. Cock then pancakes. It takes a few tries before I can clear my throat even as I mentally thank Alan for not gagging me this time.
"Alan?" My voice startles the birds and I hear their frantic beating of wings rush by me. All of my senses are heightened, the sun feels like it is sinking into my skin. It makes me sweat and slide on the plastic below me even as the occasional breeze tickles my nipples harder. I take another deep breath and try to call him louder but not make it sound panicky. I can play too.
"Alan baby...I know you're there watching me. Wanting to fuck me. Oh baby you just want to come over here and touch me as bad as I want to touch you." I try the sexy cajoling first on him. Spreading my legs as far as the bindings allow, I raise up in an arch offering my body to Alan. The sun hits my wet openess, making my body flush and go so much wetter. Involunatarily I moan thinking of how I look and how much Alan is enjoying this all. Behind my blindfold I imagine I'm so wet I must glisten under the sun.
I drop flat against the surface in frustration. This isn't fun anymore. I'm all horny and alone and Alan isn't saying a word. I refuse to freak out. I refused to imagine bears or a group of Japanese tourists with fancy new phones broadcasting me worldwide. Broadcasting the puddle that I feel forming under my ass. Oh god I want Alan.
"Please, please Alan I don't want to wait anymore! This isn't fair Alan I've been here for at least an hour. I'm thirsty and I have to pee so just let me go okay?". I hate the quaver in my voice but it feels like hours and hours have passed. The only reason I know it hasn't is the position of the sun crossing my body. The intense heat making me hot and melty. Limp heavy, soporific. My mind is active though. Bouncing between imagining how it would feel when Alan is finally fucking me and the kernal of worry at his lengthy silence.
Rubbing my thighs together helps, it feels so good but makes me need more. Much more. All of more.
"Yeah okay this is NOT FUN ALAN I"M GETTING MAD NOW!" A definite sound of panic in that but I no longer care. This isn't how the game is played. The game is not scary, it is exciting and often new but it is never truly scary and this is heading there fast. "Anyone?"
Rapidly I begin to review the actions of the night before. It was Friday, end of the week go out and party night. I squinch my eyes tight under the blindfold and I concentrate on what I realize are fuzzy memories. I hadn't drunk that much had I?
The auto-pilot drive home from work. Bitching to myself because I didn't have any CD's and it was all just afternoon stupid chatter on the radio. I remember showering and shaving all over, my usual Friday pre-going out ritual for Alan. A party! I wiggle in relief as some memories become more clear. I wore a halter top dress with no stockings and we went to a party uptown. People that Alan knew. From there it goes foggy again. Music, food and drinks passed around. Laughter.. then dizziness. Then I woke up here.
Arousal gone I pull in a lung full of air to scream for help, something is so very wrong. The moment I open my mouth fabric is shoved in and I choke. I try to pull free, using all my muscles like an animal caught in a trap. Alan would have spoken by now. I don't know where I am, or who is with me.
I cry out through the wad of cloth as a sharp fingernail taps my chin. Utterly still, I hold still as the nail pushes in and travels down the center of my throat. It is a womans touch. The harsh touch glides down my sweatsoaked body, between my breasts and my nipples go rock hard. Not out of desire but out of fear. She doesn't pause until she reaches the very top of my still wet slit. Long hair brushes across my shoulder and face. A soft whisper reaches me even as her fingertip slides down and into me. Effortlessly her finger dips into my juices and she runs her nail up and down my slit making me shudder. In and out she moves her finger, roughly adding a second which makes me cry out again. My body betrays me, the long wait for the fun game filled my body with need for too long. I lift to her finger and whimper through the gag. She laughs softly and moves her fingers faster and rubs my clit with her thumb. She presses my clit against me, holding my orgasm back as her fingers make me wetter and wetter. The only sounds are her inaudible whispers, my panting and the noises of her fingers making me body do what she wants it to do. I have no control only the deepest wrenching need to cum on her fingers. Nevermind I had no interest in women sexually, nevermind what else was happening. There was nothing else, only hot wet pulsating flesh being teased. Only a woman would know exactly how to touch like this. Only a woman who knew her own intimate places would find another womans so fast. So unwillingly.
Her whisper gets louder as I get closer to cumming. My hips writh under her hand and I'm panting through my nose for air. A continuous moan from my throat sounds as every second her fingers force me closer.
I'm hitting the edge so close oh god fuck me fuck me I don't care just fuck me. I'm trying to say the words but I can't. All I can do is lift up as high as I can while her fingers drive into me. Just as I am cumming she yanks her hand free and I am empty. Wet open empty.
"Alan is mine you bitch."
Hard fingers pry at my mouth pulling out the fabric that has been choking me. I gasp then open my mouth to scream. Whether I would have screamed for help or screamed for more will never be known, in the instance where my mouth opens her wet fingers push into my mouth.
Filling me with the strange taste of my wetness and my own juices. Need has taken over me and eagerly I suckle at her fingers making mewling sounds that further shame and arouse me. Her fingers slide down my tongue moving and twisting as I suck them clean. Tangy. I taste the tangyness and musky flavor of myself and I actually moan aloud as her fingers abruptly withdraw from my mouth.
As I lay there panting those cruel fingers from the strange woman once more jam the fabric into my mouth cutting off my words and the air I had been gasping in. My mind spun and the cold fear seemed to creep up pushing the raw urge to be fucked away. The ache from having my hands bound so long over my head intensified into throbbing pain and the hot sun pulled the sweat off my body leaving me parched. Silence again, silence except for the harsh sound of me trying to catch my breath through my nose. Under the blindfold tears gathered, how could I have reacted like that? To a stranger, to a woman? Not a drop of arousal remained, instead there was shame and horror because with just a few strokes she had turned me into someone I didn't know.
Something dropped across my face making me snort in fear. Oh god what next, what now. Still no sound that I could discern and that frightened me most of all. No sound meant that this wasn't a joke, it wasn't something fun and kinky dreamt up by Alan. Alan. Where was he? Was he a part of this or not? The tears filled the corners of my eyes until they overflowed and ran sideways down my cheeks. Horrible wet feeling of them dripping into my ears and I tried to shake my head to dispell them. The air was getting stale and hot under the cloth laying across my face. All of the discomforts built into an all emcompassing sensation of pain. My legs ached from trying to pull out of the bonds, my shoulders felt unbearably stretched but worst of all was the lack of air.
I tried to make a sound but only produced a muffled whine and I twisted helplessly in my bonds again. Even though the sun was hot on my skin I felt cold inside. Cold, scared and alone. Maybe not alone but there was no way to tell with the silence surrounding me. I would have welcomed those imaginary tourists I had worried about earlier. Anyone to untie me and just let me go home. When something heavier but strangely soft.. a pillow maybe.. dropped over my face then I made a noise. Terror of a kind I'd never felt before took over and an animalistic sound broke from me despite the wadded cloth forced into my mouth.
Air air oh god I need air I will do anything please god anything air please air. Those hateful fingers pulled at my nipples as I tried to move my head side to side in a desperate attempt for air. Pain as she pinched them. Pain that even through the horror sparked that shameful slut response of earlier. As it became harder to breathe the more sexual build up I felt. The fingernails went from plucking my tight nipples to dragging sharply down my belly. The air was hot as I tried to pull it into my lungs, it mixed with the feeling of her nails now flicking against the top of my slit. The hand started slapping me, slapping against my throbbing clit in time with me trying to pull air in.
Slap.
Gasp.
Slap.
Slapping faster now, taking control of my body and my mind. Hard slaps against my soft wetness and that pulsating nub of flesh. Waves of heat flooded my belly just as my wetness flooded under her hand.
Slap slap harder harder until finally it became too too much and every fiber of me lifted up to meet her hand. Hot swirling, dizzy, pain. I didn't care about anything I only wanted. I was nothing. There was nothing except for her hand forcing reaction. My muscles tightened. Just as I tried to get more air, just as my body was bucking under the metronome of her hand the heaviness over my face became crushing pressure. The darkness behind my eyelids sparkled almost like fireworks of celebration against the black of night. Amazing colors flashing. Beautiful colors and I was cumming. I was an animal in heat cumming.
The fireworks almost had sound. There was sound. A roaring in my ears and a peculiar thump thumping that went in beat with that hand hitting me. Glorious pain and the most glorious feeling of pure reaction filling me until there was nothing more. There was nothing and I was nothing. The strange unknown woman was nothing and poor lost Alan, he too was nothing. The thumping feeling became sound, the thumping was the only thing left and that was becoming fainter. Some small part of me tried to focus, tried to tell me that the thumping was important. Strangely important and that it must not stop.
But it was slowing slowing and the fireworks dimmed until the merest outline of color remained. Until nothing remained and there was no fight for air because air did not matter anymore.
LOCAL PRESS:
A body was found late last night in a remote area of Barton State Park. Authorities have released few details pending notification of the family. The body is that of a caucasian female approximately 35 years old. Rumors of satanic or cult activity have been denied according to an anonymous spokesperson from the police.
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