It’s dark.. Pitch dark..
I wake up trying to adjust my vision, but all I see is darkness.
I move my arms, I hear a familiar crunch, the sound twisting rope usually indicative of a hemp.My wrists are bound behind my back along with my elbows almost touching together secured with the same rope.
My legs are secured at my ankes bound to the very chair I am sitting in. I squirm and pull, but my captor has been merciless; rendering me immobile.
How did I get here? Where am I? .. More
importantly who is responsible for my predicament? .. Thoughts plague my mind as I try to come to terms with my situation.
My rectum feels unnaturally full and even the slightest movement of my hips sends a wave of pain through me.
I almost scream, but my sounds are trapped inside my mouth.. I simply whimper muffled screams. I suppose my captor has gagged my mouth with what appears to be a tightly wound tape.. I feel a rubbery whiff in my nostrils confirming it is latex.
The thing in my butt is the most uncomfortable.. I admit I’ve had things pushed up there but none as thick and deep as the one that I’m currently sitting on .. 10 inches deep I suppose..
My head starts spinning, beads of sweat trickle down my forehead, my body feels cold with the sweat trickling down my testicles, which seem to be hanging in their naked glory..
I suddenly remember being in the pub chatting with this woman , maybe it was her.. That BITCH.
My thoughts are interrupted by the heavy door opening behind me, I try to twist my neck but such efforts seem futile, it’s pitch black.
Footsteps draw closer, my captor seems eager to inspect me , I feel the footsteps circling me as if I’m a prey and my captor is the one waiting to pounce on me..
I feel a my captor touch my hanging testicles caressing them lovingly, it’s an erotic sensation.. Warm enough to make me hard as a rock… And then she stops..
And then I scream……