I shook my head, no, no.
“Yes, you will, slut.”
I was not a slut. I wasn’t. He…he tricked me. It was coffee. Tea. Whatever.
I arch, moaning around the gag that fills my mouth, the hard rubber ball lodged firmly behind my teeth, and pulled tight against my cheeks.
“Yes, slut, right there is a tender spot, isn’t it?”
The hum of the vibe in the room sounds loud. Somewhere in the distance I hear a clock bong the hour, but I lose count after 6. The pressure of the vibe pressing against my exposed sex is too intense for me to focus on anything else but my throbbing clit.
I writhe, pulling against the bonds holding me open, hands tightly contained over my head, legs spread so wide that my groin muscles ache. It is there at the junction of my body that he sits, tormenting me. The heat of him is palpable though he doesn’t touch me. Our only point of contact is that fucking vibrator purring busily against my tender places.
“You want it…you know you can’t resist for much longer. And of course, there is this little surprise…”
His voice trails off and I wonder ‘now what could he…”
And feel the press of another vibe entering me. It’s slick, I feel the slick glide of a rubber on it, the quick burn of whatever lube he’s creamed it with. In seconds it has passed through my lips and into my channel, already slick.
His nasty vibe is doing its work, making me wet.
Making me crave.
Making me want.
I shake my head violently. NO! I do NOT want. Yet my hips begin to raise fractionally, as much as the ropes allow pressing upwards.
And then I’m cumming, nipples crinkling tight as the surge of sexual bliss rips through me.
“There’s my good slut. See? You needed that. And you’ll keep on needing it, keep on cumming. Eventually you’ll agree. I won’t take you against your will. But give you immeasurable pleasure until you submit? Why yes,” his voice purrs, “that I will most definitely do.”
There is a pause as I gasp, my body shuddering through the effects, while my tender pussy is fighting the urge to clench again. The vibe within me is clicked up higher, the thrum and beat of it making me moan and utter incomprehensible words.
Not more…my clit bangs and throbs with the afterglow of orgasm, yet the vibe there hums along. Hurts. Feels good. Hurts. Ogawd.
I feel my back arch, my toes curl as another orgasm slams me, harder than the first.
“Yes, my slut. You’ll agree to my terms soon. Only twelve old men. My friends will be very …grateful…to receive the offering of your fuckholes.”
“Fuck,” I think. Twelve? Twelve old men on little blue pills, I think. Twelve old men who will fuck me ra…
And the next orgasm claims me, drawing me taut as a bow as I suffer through the agony of vibe on tender flesh.
Gods make it stop…I…arch harder, cumming again…
and the vibe hums on mindlessly…
I nod, yes, YES…
The vibe clicks off, the other withdrawn from my aching cunt. I hear the click of his phone, as his other hand traces the folds of my soaked and pulsing pussy.
“Come on up,” he says.
I hear the smile in his voice.