Sweety came too blindfolded and dangling , feet touching a cold damp floor.
I was jolted awake by a sharp, insistent buzz between my legs. The vibrator teased me through the worn-out denim of my old highschool jeans that still fit me, its hum just slow enough to make me gasp. Being run along all the right little places. Blindfolded and bound, my arms were stretched wide above my head, tied to a horizontal stick that forced me onto my tiptoes. My bare feet pressed against the cold floor, and my tight tank top hugged my tits, nipples already hard, begging for attention. It had ride up showing my tight tanned stomach. The jeans, torn in all the right places, clung to me like a second skin, my pussy pressed against the softened worn out fabric.
“Who the fuck are you?” I moaned, arching my back, trying to rub against the teasing vibrator. No answer. Just hands—so many hands—probably 10 exploring my thighs, my ass, my pussy. These u/k people were focusing on my crotch,legs and ass. My ankles were tied wide apart, leaving me spread and vulnerable. I couldn’t close my legs if I wanted, but the hands wouldn’t let me anyways if I could have. They touched me just right and kept me exposed.
The vibrator buzzed louder, sending waves of pleasure through my clit and up my ass. The vibration made me start to get so fucking wet. I’m sure I was soaking through my light blue worn out jeans by now. I whimpered, biting my lip. “P-please… stop…” But the hands only continued, their fingers sliding under the waistband of my jeans. The button popped, the zipper gave way, and cool air hit my skin as they slowly peeled the worn stretching fabric down my hips. My yummy hips were pinched and mouths delicately kisses them making me try to squirm. I was spread and tied to tightly to move.
A palm slid between my thighs, two fingers slipping under the damp lace of my panties. They found my pussy already wet, swollen with need. “Unnngh—fuck,” I gasped as they pushed inside me, curling just right. Come hither these bad fingers told me. Another hand slipped behind me, a finger pressing against my tight hole before sliding in with ease. I cried out, my body trembling as they fingered me ruthlessly, stretching me open. The vibrator lodged between my pussy and asshole.
“Fuckkk, I can’t—” I begged, but the hands just worked me harder. The vibrator buzzed against up to my clit, then dragged painfully slowly up to tease my ass crack, making my toes curl. The jeans were ripped off me entirely, leaving me bare and exposed, my skin prickling with heat. The tearing sound always made me horny as fuck. Helpless me.
Then, the clamps. Cold, vibrating clamps latched onto my nipples, sending sharp jolts through my body. I screamed, my hips bucking against the hands still fucking me. “Fuck meeee!” I cried, my voice raw with pleasure. The clamps pulsed, their vibrations making my tits throb.
“Who’s in control here, Sweety?” a deep voice rumbled behind me. I didn’t recognize it—rough, commanding, dripping with authority. My breath hitched as fingers pinched my clit, the vibrator buzzing harder against my ass.
“Y-you are,” I stammered, my body betraying me as it climbed toward orgasm.
“Good girl,” the voice growled. A hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back as a thick cock pressed against my lips. I didn’t hesitate—I opened my mouth wide, taking him in deep, my tongue swirling around his shaft as he fucked my throat. A tall man had been standing in a chair behind me and fucked my throat.
The hands never stopped working my pussy and ass, fingers stretching me, preparing me for something bigger. Something thicker. Something that would ruin me in the best way possible.
“Please—fuck me,” I gargled out around his cock, my voice muffled but desperate.
He pulled out just long enough to chuckle. “Since you asked so nicely.” Then he was behind me, the head of his dick pressing against my soaked entrance. I gasped as he thrust in deep, filling me completely. I felt stuffed. It filled every inch of my asshole space. The hands worked my clit, my tits, my ass—everywhere at once—as he pounded into me, his balls slapping against my skin.
I came with a scream, my body convulsing around him as he fucked me through my orgasm. He didn’t stop—he never stopped. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me back onto his cock as he pounded me like I had never been before.
“Fuck, you take it so well,” he grunted, his breath hot against my ear. Then he pulled out. I was somehow released from dangling but still had my arms and legs attached to the bar. He flipped me onto my back in the floor. My arms were still tied above me, my legs spread wide as he lined himself up and drove into me again, this time even deeper.
“Look at you,” he growled, watching as his cock disappeared inside me. “Begging for it like a good little slut.”
I moaned, louder than ever before, my head thrashing. “Fuck me harder—please, I need it!”
He didn’t disappoint. With a growl, he pounded into me, his cock hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur. The clamps on my nipples sent sharp pleasure-pain through me, and the vibrator—oh god, the vibrator was still buzzing against my clit, driving me wild.
I came again, my pussy clenching around him as I screamed his name—or at least, whatever the hell his name was. He didn’t answer, just kept fucking me, his rhythm relentless.
When he finally came, he buried himself deep and groaned, his cock twitching as he filled me up. I whimpered, my body trembling as he pulled out, leaving me a shaking, spent mess.
The blindfold was ripped off, and I blinked up into the face of a man I didn’t know—tall, dark-haired, with a smirk that promised more.
“Who the fuck are you?” I panted.
He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “Your worst—and best—fantasy, Sweety. Me and my friends will be back again soon to use you for our fantasies once more.”
Then he was gone, leaving me tied up, used, and more turned on than ever. It took me hours to squirm out of the bindings. I was in an abandoned warehouse in the seedy side if town.
I finally got home and when my b.f. saw me he asked what happened?
I was a hot mess. Soaked tank top with swollen throbbing nipples. My pants torn apart even more and glazed all over and I was leaking like a broken pipe.
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