The last thing she remembered was being a little groggy as she left the bar and headed down the dark street toward her apartment. She hadn't thought much about it because she had only drannk a small margarita before leaving. But here she was now, waking, coming around, still a little fuzzy headed. It didn't take her long to realize something was wrong. She was lying on a cold hard floor. Her hands and ankles were bound, hands behind her back, she could not see, and realized something was wrapped around her head keeping her eyes closed, something round and large was in her mouth keeping it forced open, unable to talk, breathing restricted. Having no sense of time, she lay quietly for a little while, assessing her situation. She had just begun to squirm a little and struggle against her restraints, when she heard a loud thud like the closing of a heavy door. She heard footsteps approaching on the hard floor and she quit her struggle,laying quiet. The footsteps stopped near her, and, after afew seconds, a strong hand grabbed her arm and shook her a little. She started squirming again and tried to speak, making garbled noises around the large ball in her mouth.
A stern male voice demanded, "Silence slut.", and she stopped all movement. He spoke again, "Slut, this is your situation, and, if you value your life, you will listen closely and follow my instructions to the letter. If you do as I say, and you never see me, when I finish with you I will release you alive. Understood, slut?" She managed to struggle a nod, yes, she understood. "There is a bath and shower behind the door next to you here. When I release you, you will enter, thoroughly clean yourself, and make yourself presentable for use. You will wash, shave your genital and anal region completely slick, and thoroughly flush your bowels with a soapy enema. When finished, you will come back into this room, unclothed, lie on your stomach on the table prepared, put the hood provided over your head, and put your wrists in the shackles to each side. Do you understand?" Again she nodded yes. "Now, I will release your hands. When you hear the door close behind me, you will finish releasing yourself, and do exactly as I have instructed you. Be careful that you do not try to see me."
With that, he released her hands and walked to the door. She heard it close and lock behind him. After a few seconds of regaining sensation back to her hands, she removed the blindfold, ball gag, and rope that bound her ankles. Struggling to her feet, she took a look at the room around her. It was brightly lit, concrete floor and walls, no windows, and a large cabinet with doors and drawers on one wall. In the middle of the room, directly under the bright lights, was the large table of which he spoke.
She quickly turned and entered the door to the bath. She would get a better look at the table later.
She had experienced mild bondage a couple of times, and she often had fantasies of more intense BDSM that excited her tremendously. She made up her mind that she would do exactly as he had instructed her. Standing before the full length mirror, she quickly removed her clothes, She stood 5'7", about 180 lbs., completely tanned, shoulder length brunette hair, and large full breasts. She had kept her genital anal region shaved slick for years, she loved the feel and the look. A quick shave is all that would be needed there. Surveying the room, she quickly found everything. She started the bath water running, hot, and gathered the razor and enema equipment. She stepped into the tub and sat in the hot steamy water. As she washed, visions of the table in the next room entered her mind. She had only taken a quick look, but remembered that it was large, black, padded, and had a big hump right in the middle. She assumed she was supposed to lay across that, on her stomach. She was frightened, and excited, all at once. She didn't know exactly what awaited her, and the anticipation was intense. After washing and shaving herself smooth, she prepared a soapy enema. Thoughts of the table, the anticipation, the fear, made her hurry absentmindedly. She filled her bowels with the soapy liquid, and then emptied, released it, twice, before filling herself with a very warm rinse, and expelling it. By now her anus was loose and puckered, like an exquisite rosebud. She felt like a wanton slut. She rinsed herself, toweled herself dry, and momentarily stood before the mirror again. She looked like a wanton slut.
She turned, opened the door, and just stood there staring at the table in the middle of the room. Strong feelings of fear, anticipation threatened to engulf her mind. Which was stronger? No matter,she knew what she was going to do. No choice.
She walked slowly to the table and climbed onto it, kneeling on the end. As she lowered herself over the hump, she now saw the two holes, side by side, right where her large breasts would fall. She lowered herself on down and felt the chill of the smooth vinyl on the padded table, and the coolness of her breasts as they hung free through the holes. There in front of her face lay the hood she was instructed to don. Glancing side to side she saw the shackles where she was to put each wrist. A strong feeling of fear overtook her and she immediately thought to rise from the table. But she knew she had no choice but to follow his instructions. She picked up the leather hood and slowly pulled it over her head. There was an opening for her mouth. After getting it properly aligned, she fastened the collar around her neck, securing the hood in place. Now she reached a hand to each side and lay each in its shackle. It was a stretch, and the shackles would keep her arms spread wide.
That was all she must do, or could do,on her own. She began thinking of how she must look, lying there naked, hooded, ass in the air, legs somewhat spread, exposing her slick pussy. The picture excited her, stirring a lust somewhere deep inside her.
He must have been watching, somehow, because in a matter of seconds, she heard the door open and then close heavily again. Then, silence, she could feel his eyes on her, and she thought again of how she must look.
He didn't dwell very long. Without a word, he immediately walked over, closed a shackle around her wrist, and she heard what sounded like a lock clicking shut. And then, the other wrist, and another click.
Still, not a word. She heard footsteps toward the large cabinet, doors, shuffling around there, footsteps back again. He wound a rope several times around her left ankle, tied it , pulled the leg extremely left, and secured it there. Working quickly, he did the same to her right leg. She felt like she was doing the splits. Her pussy lips separated and she could feel the cool air on her moist cunt. She was truly spread eagled, ass in the air. The less she could move, the more that lust stirred inside her.
She shivered from the chill and anticipation as he made another trip to the cabinet and back. Finally, he spoke, "I am going to do severe, nasty, unspeakable things to you." Again he cautioned, "If you give me no trouble, when I am finished with you, I will release you alive."
He was quiet again, and must have dropped down below the table. She could feel him wrap a coarse rope around both breasts several times before tying it tightly. Her breasts were snugly bound around that part of the table that separated the holes. As she was trying to adjust to this new sensation, she felt his hands, and painfully strong clamps, being placed on her large nipples. She had never experienced such pain in her nipples, and she could feel them being stretched as though the clamps were heavily weighted. Yes, it was painful, but at the same time, it aroused her immensely. A guttural moan escaped her throat, and her breathing was heavy and irregular. He spoke softly near her covered ear, "Control yourself slut. Yes, for the while you are my slut."
Turning his attention, with a strong hand on each of her ample buttocks, he began massaging, spreading, kneading. She became almost mesmerized as this continued for minutes, but she did notice her cunt getting wetter. She released her anus and allowed it to open as he maintained a rythmic massage and spread her buttocks ever wider. It seemed as though he was ready for her open anus, she felt something smooth and wet enter, only slightly at first, but then he stopped the massage, and concentrated on working the smooth object deeper into her ass. Slowly, in and out, in and out, Deeper and larger each time he went in. She had never felt her anus stretched so wide before and the pain was intense as he held the object there at its widest point. She couldn't help but cry out. He replied,"Quiet slut, or I will gag you again.", as he pushed the plug on in and her anus closed around it. Now, the pleasure was as intense as the pain was but a few seconds earlier. She relaxed in the ecstacy of the sensations engulfing her. Her bound breasts, painfully stretched nipples, the relief in her anus, and her sopping pussy.
Again he spoke, "Hold that plug tightly in your ass. Do not let it slip out." Then, the click of a switch, and she heard a high speed buzzing sound. He worked the vibrator slowly up her inner thighs. One side then the other as he eased it ever closer to her gaping pussy. Each time he lightly touched it to her swollen labia it felt like an electric shock. Her pains were no longer pains, but stimulated nerves. The realization of her very erotic situation overwhelmed her. Her arousal was intense and she knew the point of no return was near. He touched the vibrator to her engorged clitoris, and, with his fingertips, pulled her pussy lips to surround the buzzing ball. She exploded, shaking, trembling, gushing, on and on, all the while shrieking and moaning. She had never gushed before, but she was now.
And then, in a moment of weakness, loss of control, the large plug popped out of her anus.
"I cautioned you to keep your anus tight so that this would not happen.", he said. She heard him walk briskly to the cabinet and back again. "Now there will be repercussions." With a single stroke he put the large plug back in her loose anus and commanded her, "Hold it there." She pulled her sphincter tight and held it. He walked to her head, stuffed the ball gag in her mouth, and secured it behind her head, then returned to the other end of the table. As she tried to compose herself somewhat, he began to whip her thighs and buttocks. This caught her totally off guard and she tried to squirm. Tightly bound as she was, she could not move at all to escape his blows. He was unrelenting, and his whip was thin and stung painfully. He gave her thighs and buttocks a vicious whipping, and then, coming up to the side of the table, began to whip her dangling breasts, not as viciously, but still very painful, swinging her breasts and the weights on her nipples. Had she not been gagged, her screams might have further enraged her captor.
Finally, the whipping stopped. Without a word, he climbed onto the table between her legs. He spread her buttocks and slowly removed the large plug, quickly replacing it with his hot hard cock. She had never allowed anyone to fuck her ass before, but there was nothing she could do to stop him.
He pumped her asshole slowly. This was bliss compared to what she had just endured. He continued to pump slowly, and she could feel his orgasm beginning to build. Again she felt her own building also. Her every muscle strained against her bonds. She pulled her sphincter in tight around his cock. With his strong hands he spread her buttocks wide and stroked her faster and deeper until they both exploded in a volcanic eruption. Perhaps half a minute later he collapsed in exhaustion upon her. Lying there for a moment, he reached up and unfastened her ball gag. After catching his breath, he began to speak, "You have done well slut, you have satisfied my desires. I will release you as I prom....," She interrupted him there, "Please don't release me.", she said. "Keep me locked in this room, feed me, use me to satisfy all of your desires. Pleeease don't release me."