*Look what I found! An original draft that eventually turned into Dominated part 1…*
*Please lemme know if this version should be explored more…*
~ Jack
A dense fog surrounded her. She slowly awoke from a dim haze, not sure of anything, of where she’s been, even of who she is and especially of where she was. One at a time, she makes note of her sensations. The very first that she feels is an overwhelming sense of being tired. Her muscles ache and she knows not why. She feels a throbbing. Her throat feels hoarse as if she’s been using it for a very long time. She has an overwhelming sense of cottonmouth, her tongue dry like fabric. Breathing is difficult. It’s dark where ever she was. She was seeing no light at all. She feels a strong throbbing. She tries to move in an attempt to become more comfortable. She cannot and winces in pain. She feels an intense throbbing. She then begins to hear a far-off humming, rhythmic, electronic. Not the hum of a TV, but of an AC. Off in the distance coming closer as she regains consciousness. Along with it was a familiar scent tickling her nose. Then it hits her. She ‘had’ lost consciousness. That’s what it must be since it feels more like it than falling to sleep. Searching her shallow memory, she does not remember falling asleep. She still doesn’t remember much of anything, except… She feels an unimaginable throbbing.
Her arms felt limp and heavy. Her hands tingle with pins and needles. They were asleep. Her legs ache terribly, their muscles burned as if running a marathon. Her feet were immoveable. She felt a tremendous weight on them. The smell in the air was strong now. It stank of sweat. It reeked of sex. She fondly remembered such a scent, those were times when she had been given some of the best sex she ever had. The intense throbbing was joined by an incredible pulsation. She then realizes that it was coming from her. The air-conditioned room carried her stench as well as tickled the sweat which covered her entire body. She was naked. A deep cold sweat which could only be after accumulating for a long time. The throbbing and pulsations continued as it made a whimper stir out of her, but she heard nothing. Only the hum of the AC… and of something else.
The sound echoes, as if within a decently large room. She can make out drafts and mumbled noises from outside where ever she’s in. The sounds seem distant, yet just next door. Like a radio or conversation. And then there’s the noise… like something coming from the end of a long tunnel. Machine like. Strange that she can’t see anything in her surroundings. Even in a dark room one could make out the least amount of a silhouette of a chair or a bed or something. A pounding echoes in her head. Hangover, maybe. Leftovers from a wild time the night before. Something else strange… she is awfully comfortably with her situation. Like she’s woken up from drunken stupors many times before. But this time is different. Much different.
She can feel that her nipples were erect from the chill, and also something else. A pressure building on her immaculate nipples and being pulled slightly upward. A slight cold glint of metal can be felt on her nipples as well as what feels like a chain running from each nipple upward and meeting behind her neck. She knows she has massively large breasts and their weight being supported by her nipples leaves a strained uncomfortable feeling around her neck. She never knew them to be ‘that’ heavy but feeling the tenderness of both her raw neck and nipples, she would have to guess that they’ve been hanging in that form for some time. Breathing makes them ache and twitch with an odd twisted sense of pleasure. The slightest movement sends tremors throughout her twisted form. She was beginning to enjoy her situation.
Her exhausted body trembled, as if something building deep inside of her sending shockwaves throughout her body. Building up before exploding. She convulsed and shuddered. Her back arched and let out a guttural moan of ecstasy. Her heavy legs buckled as she realized the cold feeling on her back. It was a wall, peeling away from her sore sweaty flesh as she mysteriously climaxed. Her warm juices running down her inner thigh. The throbbing and pulsations continued. Tired legs buckling more, her robust body slipped and descended ever slightly. An intense pressure originating from in between her legs shot up through her entire body. Sudden pain as well as surprising pleasure filled her womanhood. Then it all hit her at once. She was standing. She was standing and she couldn’t move. She was standing, she couldn’t move and something was in her.
Shocked into awareness, she realized why she couldn’t see. She was blindfolded. Her warm love juices running down her thigh. She tried to let out a cry of sudden fear and nervousness and couldn’t. She couldn’t speak, not due to a hoarse throat or dry mouth. She realized she was gagged. Her love juices becoming chilled creeping down behind her knee. Blood rushes to her fingertips as she begins to wiggle them. Her wrists are bound, aching and raw. Her restraints tight, cold and metallic like handcuffs. She felt a similar sensation by her raw ankles, only more flexible, like leather straps. Her hands hung just barely over her head, tied to what seems like a wall lamp. An antique, the kind that was built to last and not prone to be pulled from the wall, especially by someone so exhausted. Her love juices continue their path down her calf. She can feel that her legs have been pulled wide apart, straddling something beneath her. She felt her toes tired, standing in what feels like carpet wet with a strange moist fluid. A chair or stool perhaps. And something sitting atop that chair or stool. Something operating, something mechanic rested beneath her making a strange rhythmic sound. A sound which was soothing, hypnotic and unrelenting at the same time. Her cold juices tickle her ankles and bathe the back of her bare foot. The juices mingle with the juices already there and her toes slip slightly. Her hips drop a bit and feels that awesome, painful, incredible sensation. She lets out a pitiful moan as it feels as if she’s being torn apart from the inside.
The soreness that she’s been sensing ever since she became aware of her situation is her vagina. Lips, swollen ballooned to their limits. Clit, engorged and enlarged, pulsated and throbbed as something clung and dangled from her cum button. Her insides raw and stretched like never before, throbbed like she’s been fucked mercilessly for hours… no… for days straight, unrelenting. And something still pounded deep inside of her. Huge. Massive. Unimaginable. Like nothing she’s felt before. Her breathing quickens with every building orgasm, her huge breasts punish her ultra-sensitive nipples with every breath. She cums again, this time gushing on the contraption which is torturing her so. If her eyes could be seen, they would be rolling to the back of her head swimming in tears of pure ecstasy. No, not swimming, drowning. Like the machine now bathed in her juices, which still continues to torture her cum canal. Her cum saturates the floor. Her legs give again as she falls deeper still onto whatever is fucking the shit out of her. Her mind runs wild. Is this rape? Is this even torture? Whatever it is, she’s in love with it for the time being.
She wonders how much she’s already endured. Her memories are blank, but she knows she’s been in the troughs of carnal sex for some time, even before what she’s going through now. Her body aches, her womanhood throbs intensely. She can barely remember strong, rough hands along her soft skin, of a fiercely large cock ramming inside her. Of a man she desired deeply having his sinful way with her. Yes, she’s already had her share of carnal fun, she knows it. And now, she’s being violated by some unknown, nameless thing someone has placed her in and then left her stranded. Already quivering by remnants of what someone had done to her earlier, she’s relentlessly violated. Knowing this, another climax, she completely lost count, surges within her. This excites her greatly.
Is it possible to have too much of a good thing, she wonders. She knows that eventually it would become unbearable and she would eventually have to give in to whatever is beneath her. It would eventually claim her soul as it already has her flesh. The thought plays throughout her mind and becomes even more aroused. Hot sex blasts from her once again and the strange contraption doesn’t flinch. It continues vibrating and pounding her.
Was this how she lost consciousness? Pain, discomfort, arousal and pleasure all mingling together, not even sure which is the dominant sensation. She shoots off another load. She tries to send whatever strength she has left to her arms to pull herself off of this monster which threatens to split her in two. She remembers herself being a very large woman and falling totally atop whatever operates beneath her would probably be a bad (though interesting) idea. Another climax builds. Maybe if she could remember how she got here, she could figure a way out before this becomes a very embarrassing end to her being. Her vagina braces for another eruption. Her mind becomes frantic. She sees stars blinding her when there’s nothing for her to see. Her inner thighs are splattered with sex. Her mind races. Friend, anticipation, hotel, excitement, sex… lots of sex. Those are the only ideas, concepts and words that come to mind. Her body trembles as her legs begin to buckle again. Was she left there? Stranded? Some cruel joke or masochistic turn on? Who would do such a thing? Would she even allow such a thing? Her body weakens. Her arms have pulled herself as far north of the object as she can possibly get, and she can feel it still inside of her. As well as whatever else clings to her throbbing clit with a vibrating, suction precision.
Incredible! She has lifted her massive self at least 6 to 8 inches from the unrelenting device, her swollen vaginal walls caving in and collapsing in on itself behind it as it passes, and there’s still a good portion of rod within her. Perhaps another 4 to 6 inches… maybe more. She never knew she was anywhere near capable of swallowing such cock. But this wasn’t dick, this was some unforgiving thing that was hell bent on claiming everything there is to her and leaving her in a cum coma. Pulsating and vibrating ongoing. The kind of motion that sends quakes through one’s body and risks shaking their teeth loose. A massive, long shaft, amazingly ribbed, stretching her vaginal walls to their very limit… and beyond. She gushes again and again… and again! The more the situation worries her, it also turns her on even more. She needs to free herself of this ‘thing’ just to reflect back on all the amazing gyrations her filthy husk is experiencing now. She knows not how much more she can take physically and literally within her, let alone how much the machine, which continues to pound her so, has left to offer. It could be mere centimeters more… it could be entire feet. She could end up impaled in as very unusual manner. She still cannot get her hands free and any attempt to move her ankles loose is too risky. Another climax! That was it…
She’s reached her limit. Her head snaps back and slams hard into the wall, damp hair still clinging to her wet, bare skin. The reaction causes her nipples to be pulled by the cold chain around her neck to new unbelievable levels. The combined sensation is far too much. She lets out a loud muffled moan. Perhaps her last. The thought of which makes a perverse grin grow on her twisted, contorted, orgasmic ridden face. Her back arches, shockwaves of ecstasy claim her body. The machine continues to violate her very being. Her chest heaves. Her heart pounds. Toes give way as her bare feet flatten. Knees buckle. Sweaty and breathless, her body gives in. Life fades from her being. Her head leans forward, her bouncy breasts flop, her body goes limp… gravity finally claims her huge voluptuous self… Smiling, she blacks out. The hum of the machine continues…
~ Jack
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/le3n86/stranded_f_m_bbw_bd_bdsm_nc