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# They Came for Me Again
They came for me again. After the first time, I told myself I would be ready; I was wrong.
I was in the shower, rinsing the shampoo from my hair when the lights went dark. My first thought was the bulb had died. Quickly I finished rinsing off and reached out, fumbling in the dark for a towel.
A hand grabbed my wrist; the fingers were like iron. I tried to pull away, but it was too late. The sharp prick of a needle jabbing me in the arm was the last thing I felt before darkness took me.
I awoke, unable to move. As my head cleared, I realized I was on my knees; my body bent forward until my forehead rested on the ground. My head was still swimming from whatever was in the needle; I didn’t realize I was naked until the sharp sting of a slap on my bare ass cleared the mental fog.
Only when I tried to cry out in shock, did I realize my mouth was filled with a rubber gag, the ball effectively muffling my cry of shock.
My left ass cheek was still singing when I heard the whistling sound of the paddle. I tried to clench up before the impact, but it made no difference, my entire ass burned from the impacts.
Four slaps followed in quick succession, two more on each cheek. I fisted my chained hands, refusing to cry as the slaps came. I tried to move my head, looking around for my captor only to realize I was blindfolded.
Suddenly, I felt hands rubbing lube between my legs, the realization that my secured legs were spread apart took me by surprise. My captor has free ass to my pussy and my ass.
I could feel the thin rubber of the gloves as the warming lube was spread liberally inside the lips of my pussy. The fingers teased over my clit, drawing out a moan of pleasure against my will.
The hum of a vibrator filled the air moments before I felt the head of a magic wand pressing against me. The creations sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body as I felt the first orgasm already starting to build.
My muffled cries filled the air as I felt the first orgasm crash over me. My body spammed with the pleasure of my climax as I cried out. The sharp sting of six more seats changed my cries of pleasure to pain.
The vibrator between my legs bummed louder as the power was turned up. The rules seemed to be simple; orgasms equaled spankings. I fought hard, trying to focus on anything but the waves of pleasure rolling through my body.
I don’t know how long I held out for the second orgasm, but without warning, I was pushed over the edge. I tried to control my body, not let my captor see, but he knew. The paddle whistles through the air again, six more spankings left me trembling.
Each climax earned me six seats, and an increase in the power of the vibrator. The third and fourth orgasms were almost back to back, the slaps from the one barely finished before the next orgasm hit, earning me six additional swats.
I willed myself not to come for at least five minutes between numbers four and five. When the final orgasm tore through my body, I cried out in dread of the slaps to follow. To my surprise, they didn’t come. My body writhed with pleasure as the orgasm continued. My Cries of pleasure filled the room as I was allowed to orgasm without punishment.
The vibrator switched off, leaving me panting around the gag as I tried to catch my breath. I felt my captor removing the vibrator as my body continued to tremble with aftershocks of pleasure.
Before I recovered, I felt myself being stretched as lubed up beads were shoved into my ass. Each bead was slightly larger, stretching me further as they were pushed in. After five beads, my captor walked around the table to my head. I felt hands on the back of my head, removing the gag.
Grabbing my by the hair, my captor lifted my head. when I tried to cry out; I felt a rubber dildo shoved into my mouth. My head was forced back down, and the dildo secured in place. I could move my head up and down the shaft, enough to keep from choking, but not enough to pull my mouth entirely off. My captor moved back around me until I felt delicate fingers tickling my feet.
I squealed around the shaft in my mouth as I tried to kick out, I couldn’t stand my feet being tickled. I felt fingers entwined in my hair as my head was forced to move up and down the fake cock in my mouth. When the tickling resumed, I realized that I had not one, but two captors.
The captor at my feet continued to tickle my bare feet as I was forced to take the dildo in my mouth. The hands on my feet ticked their way up my legs to the back of my knees, then to my thighs. I squirmed and tried to pull away, but aside from my head, I securely bound.
The hands left my legs, one slipping two fingers into my still-lubed pussy, the other lightly tugging in the beads in my ass.
As the fingers in my pussy began to pump, the beads were tugged, stimulating me. The hand from the back of my head released my hair and moved to my ribs. The second captor’s hands began to tickle my ribs as the first continued to finger me.
The fingers and the beads pushed me back to the edge; the sensations were so intense I could ignore the Fingers on my ribs. Without realizing what I was doing, I felt my head moving up and down the shaft, my mind picturing a real cock buried in my throat.
The hands moved from my ribs to my breasts, strong hands squeezing breasts and tugging on my nipples. The multiple stimulations pushed me over the edge. The most intense orgasm of the night tore through me.
The second captor, a woman I thought, pulled her fingers from deep inside me, sliding them up the lips of my pussy to my clit. She began to stroke fast, pushing me back to the edge as the other hand slowly pulled one bead out of my ass.
The stronger, masculine hands continued to play with my breasts. My body continued to tremble as the sensations continued to overwhelm my senses. The overwhelming stimulation pushed me over the edge over and over, with each climax, another bead was removed. By the time the last bead was removed, my thighs were soaked from my dripping pussy.
My head was pulled up, and the dildo removed. I could feel the ropes of drool running from my lips as my aching jaw closed for the first time in what felt like hours. My back aches from the bowed position I had been bound in, but still, my body longed for more.
“Please, don’t stop!” I begged as I felt my captors begin to release me.
“I’m sorry, but that’s the end of the session.” With a shock, I realized my second captor, the one who had pleasures me so effectively, was Aubrey.
“Aubrey, is that you? I didn’t know you participated in these sessions.” I moaned in disappointment as I felt the straps that held me in place fall free.
“Yes, miss Simmons. I do participate on occasion. My husband is quite talented, but he still only has two hands.” I blinked my eyes as Aubrey removed the blindfold.
“Husband?” I asked stupidly, my post-orgasm mind not able to keep up. Aubrey nodded toward the man who still stood behind me.
Turning, I saw Michael. He held out a robe for me to put on. Reluctantly, I slipped my arms into the soft robe, leaving it open as I slowly climbed off the table, my legs still trembling.
“Husband, huh? How did you two meet?” I was curious but didn’t expect an answer. Michael surprised me by answering.
“Eight years ago, we discovered we shared the same sub. Katie, our sub was…adventurous. One day she invited us both over and asked us both to have our way with her. We married six months later and took Katie on our honeymoon with us.”
Michael’s voice was deep enough to make the glass of water he was offering tremble in his hand. It was the first time he had spoken, and, much like his appearance, it was a sharp contrast to Audrey’s mousy voice. I looked at her, expecting Audrey to laugh and tell me it was a joke.
With a nod and smile, Aubrey confirmed that everything Michael had said was true. I grinned, imagining the couple fighting for who would be the dominant one. Or maybe they always just brought Katie in to be their submissive. Or, perhaps they just found people like me who craved to domination
Aubrey and Michael cleaned up the restraints then began walking towards the door. On an impulse, I reached out and grabbed Aubrey’s hand, pulling her in and kissing her on the lips. She let out a squeak of surprise then returned the kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth.
“I would love to see what you guys can do without blindfolds and surprise visits.” Aubrey smiled and looked over at Michael. He smiled and nodded before Aubrey turned back to face me.
“Miss Simmons, Natalie, I believe I speak for both my husband and myself when I say it would be our genuine pleasure.”
Aubrey and her husband walked out of my house. My pussy throbbed in anticipation of our next meeting. I had a feeling it would be… intense.
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