Forced Orgasm, mindbreak, kidnapping
Avery strained at the leather straps holding her down. The gag in her mouth still inhibited her breathing, and the blindfold lay heavy on her neck. She wiggled her shoulders, attempting to push herself a few inches lower on the gurney so she could more easily bend her arms to reach the buckles. The rod between her legs shifted with each movement, poking inside her with a rigid insistence.
She also needed to use the bathroom. She turned her head back and forth, taking in her new surroundings now that her eyes had adjusted to the fluorescent lighting. White, square tiles stretched up the walls and across what little she could see of the floor. The room was immaculately clean; Avery’s theory of the farmhouse evaporated as she took in sparkling chrome bathroom fixtures, a handful of showerheads lining one wall. A half-wall separated the space at the edge of her field of vision. To her other side, a ledge ran along the wall below a large mirror. As the voice had said, there was a bar of soap and a small, white towel neatly folded in front of it.
Avery groaned as she worked her elbows out from under the confines of the leather strap crossing her waist, and the rod worked its way deeper into her core. Her pussy had begun to throb as she wriggled free, her thighs clenching tighter as she worked, and not only because of the restraints. She hurriedly reached her free hands up to her mouth and ripped out the gag, breathing in deeply. Her lungs burned and her chest ached as it strained against the strap across her shoulders. She next reached for the uppermost buckle to free her upper body, then unbuckled her waist, allowing herself to wiggle back up the gurney and relieve the pressure inside her.
She collapsed back onto the stiff surface as she caught her breath, already exhausted from the little bit of effort it took to work free. How weak have I gotten? Avery thought to herself. She could feel how atrophied her lungs, heart, and muscles had become from her weeks tied up in the stocks. Everything ached. She reached up her trembling hands to her face and wiped away the strands of hair that stuck to her forehead, finally removing the blindfold from her neck and fully untying the gag.
She lifted her head to get a better look at her lower half. As she’d expected, a long metal rod was pinched between her ankles and her thighs, secured with more leather straps. A black, silicone tip disappeared at the apex of the rod inside of her. Well, that explains what I’ve been feeling.
She debated for a second, finally propping herself up slightly on her elbows. That little bit of motion pushed the rod further back inside her, and she felt the full length of it rub against her insides. A noise rumbled involuntarily from her throat as electric tingles emerged at the base of her spine, reminding her once more of the dream from which she’d been so forcefully woken.
Lindsay.
A new emotion burned inside her chest when she thought about her partner. I have to get out of here.
Her captors had released her, in a way. They’d given her the tools, at least, to free herself from restraints for the first time since she’d been abducted. She had to finish extracting herself so she could escape and see Lindsay again. Return to her life again.
She sat up a few more inches, gasping as the rod shifted deeper again inside her. She attempted to pull her legs up, to bend her knees to make her thigh restraint easier to unbuckle, but that only made her sensitive pussy rub more insistently against the silicone. She rocked her shoulders to the left and right to gain her fingers precious inches closer to the belt just above her knees, slowly getting purchase while the rod pushed inside her with each swing.
At last, the tips of her fingers brushed the end of the belt, and she lunged forward from her waist to unlock it. The rod pushed in forcefully, and she gasped as it found a dangerous spot inside her.
She closed her eyes and moaned, freezing in position even as she freed her thighs. Her knees bent slowly as the pressure on her thighs lifted, and the rod shifted again, drawing from her another moan as her ankles angled themselves out. She gasped. Oh God.
They’d wanted this.
In the same moment Avery felt a puddle of wetness gush from inside her as the rod plunged against her g-spot, the realization had struck her. The brief release of endorphins she felt was heightened by the sudden, fearful race of her pulse.
They were watching her.
They were watching her come with the very restraints they’d used to immobilize her, and they were going to watch her for as long as she was in this room. As if they could hear her thoughts, in that second Avery heard the speaker above her click back on, and the cold, clear voice of Patent Pumps crackled throughout the tiled space.
“Very good, Avery. You’re almost there.”
Avery shuddered. She could hear the smile in the woman’s voice. The cruel, sick pleasure she was deriving from Avery’s struggle.
Avery knew she couldn’t help her body’s lewd reaction to their perverse intrusion. They’d strapped a dildo inside of her, for Christ’s sake. And then essentially forced her to ride it, pushing it further and further inside her in order to free herself.
Never before had her mind and body been at such odds. Even as she feared for her life, as disgust filled her entire being, her pussy clenched around the dildo inside her and insisted that Avery finish the job they’d started.
Once more, she propped herself on her elbows, gritting her teeth against the waves of sensation and pressure building once more in her belly. Only one more restraint to go.
And in order to reach it, she’d have to impale herself completely.
Not to mention the fact that her muscles were so weak from the days of confinement that she couldn’t sit up properly without rocking her body into the position, and every movement of her thighs, her knees, just pushed her closer to the edge. She froze, sweat beading on her brow, her core throbbing insistently, until she finally resolved to finish what she’d started.
She pushed herself up, bending completely at the waist and pushing the rod deeper, deeper, deeper into herself as she reached for the final restraints at her ankles. One buckle and two knots stood between her and the freedom from this torture. Her fingers grasped at the ropes first, each minute shift of her hips for better purchase grinding her closer and closer to orgasm. At last, the knots loosened, and she ripped the buckle open and the rod slackened against the gurney. Victorious, Avery yanked the rod out from inside her. The abrupt motion scraped the ridges of the dildo against her sensitive walls. A surge of wetness gushed once more from inside her and she trembled as she fell on top of her hand, mindlessly rubbing at her wet, sensitive folds. Her core clenched at the sudden emptiness, and her fingers wriggled against her clit until she finally came hard on her hand, tears springing from her eyes as emotion overwhelmed her.
She collapsed on her side in puddle of her own making, gasping for air as the endorphins flooded her body, the tingling numbness spreading from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes, a post-orgasmic fuzz pleasantly filling her brain.
She stayed there for a few seconds, utterly exhausted.
The slow sound of clapping cracked through the room. Avery wept as she heard the cruel applause of her captor through the ceiling speakers, and prayed that she’d soon escape this torture.